Olivianne (prime)

"An olive tastes like a bitter, salty mistake.  It has an overwhelming brininess that clings to your tongue, a sour tang that lingers far too long, and an oily, almost medicinal aftertaste that makes you question why you even tried it in the first place. It's as if someone took the essence of old vinegar, mixed it with saltwater, and wrapped it in a rubbery, slightly rancid skin. The kind of taste that makes you shudder and reach for anything to wash it away."

Olivianne Ilican File:Olive Updated.png Race Half-elf Hometown Ta'Vaalor Class Rogue Profession Scamp Affiliation(s) Order of Voln In-a-Word Olive Disposition Impulsive Demeanor Vibrant Primary Trait Determined Flaw Reckless Greatest Strength Loyal Greatest Weakness Insecurity Loyalties Althariel