LOGAN, olivia demetria

[olivia demetria logan]

OLIVIA DEMETRIA LOGAN ,

manipulative, scheming, cold hearted, secretive, bitch

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BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: olivia demetria logan
NICKNAMES: liv, the short form of her name, used by friends when they don't want to say her full first name, and ice queen by many people, because she's said to have a heart of ice.
AGE&GRADE: 18, SENIOR (Grade 12)
BIRTHDAY: january 2nd
GENDER: female
CLIQUE: popular
PLAY-BY: megan fox

PERSONALITY

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SECRET: She hates all of her friends. All of the little followers and all of the little groupies who hang around with her. She has some true friends, but otherwise, she hates the other friends.
PERSONALITY:
manipulative- if olivia wants something, she goes for it. even if she has to use people to get others out of her way, so be it. olivia hurts people by using them, but she knows she will one day be far away from all of them, so it doesn't matter much to her. nobody she knows now will be coming with her to the big city. might as well have some fun while she's here, yeah?
cold- there's a reason why people call her the Ice Queen. with no apparent sympathy or empathy for anyone, olivia has given many people glares or the cold shoulder if she doesn't trust them or like them. it's how she has been since she started high school in bellevue, and she has no plans to change that. her little wannabe friends get that look often, mainly because jealousy is not a good form of flattery in olivia's mind.
secretive- don't expect to find out a lot of secrets from olivia. she knows what her secrets are, and will not confide in anyone about them. she believes that what people don't know about her won't hurt them, and it is all the better to further herself in life. there is one friend she knows all the secrets of but had not told any secrets to, and that is how olivia prefers it.
scheming- when she is with her 'friends', olivia is always up to something. she likes to watch others fall from grace, all the while maintaining her own while looking like the better person. pranks are nothing new to her, and she has made many schemes against others to just put some fun in her life when it gets boring. she is the type to prank her enemies and put a bad spotlight on them, making her look better.
fun loving- olivia loves to go to parties. being popular has the perks of being invited to them, and that usually involves getting dressed up, going out and having drinks while talking and watching what goes on. olivia will not drink a lot, but loves to have fun and sort of spy on what people are doing. blackmail is blackmail, yeah? olivia is someone who likes to have fun and gets bored easily, and one way to cure boredom is by scheming.

APPEARANCE

EYES: olivia's eyes are a piercing blue color, both of which resembling her cold, icy nature. they are almond shaped with long lashes, and they are very expressive when they want to be, which can go both ways. while she can convey her cold stares and dark, brooding times, she can also express being hurt easily through her eyes. so if a boy is upsetting her, her eyes will show a bit of pain in them even if she is holding a stone expression.
HAIR: olivia's hair has always been long, preferring it that way rather than short. it is dark brown, almost a black colour to match her eyebrows and lashes. her hair has a natural wave to it so she either curls it or straightens it. when she gets nervous or bored, olivia often twirls locks of her hair around her slender, pale fingers. she likes her hair, and has for a while because of how smooth it is for being so long.
PIERCING/S: none
TATTOO/S: one on her back that says "We all laugh at gilded butterflies".
OVERALL: olivia is a teenage girl with a rather slender build, a fair sized chest, and an average length for legs and arms. she has dark raven coloured hair that cascades to about halfway down her back before curling off. her icy blue eyes rival the dark hair with an almond shape of eye, long lashes concealing them. olivia's complexion is fine and her skin tone is medium, slightly tanned from the summer sun, and she has not had to worry about many blemishes because of all the creams she uses on her face both day and night. olivia dresses nicely, because her mother frowns upon scantily clad women. a little cleavage is fine, but when they're practically hanging out, well, that's a bit too much. olivia likes to wear dresses a lot, trying to put on her feminine image, when she really wants to date the guy with the motorcycle who can take her away from this trash town.

BIOGRAPHY

MOTHER: Elizabeth Logan, 44, Doctor
FATHER: Walter Logan, 46, Doctor
SIBLING/S: ____ Logan, Junior, Student (younger sister)
OTHER/S:--
OVERALL: Walter and Elizabeth Logan were what seemed to be the perfect couple to everyone. Lots of money, good jobs, a happy marriage, but it was what lay underneath that really could wreck the family name. Elizabeth liked to go out often with her single friends and do things involving a lot of drinking and a lot of younger guys. Walter noticed this, and threatened to leave her. They stayed together after realizing that Walter was fathering Elizabeth's baby, and Olivia was born. She was the tie now holding the family together, adding in Olivia's younger sister a year after. From a very young age, she could always hear her parents arguing when they thought the two girls were asleep, and as an older child into her tween years, Olivia resented her mother. If something was not meant to be, then why make up excuses to keep two unhappy people together? She was a daddy's girl, and he treated her well, allowing her to be put into the ballet classes as a little girl. The two parents would act as if everything was fine in front of the children, and in public, because a private life was meant to remain private. All Olivia knew from her family was to trust her father more than her mother, and to always protect her little sister, because she was the eldest and thus had to be the protector.

She grew up into a teenager, and she began to adopt some of her father's better habits and her mother's bad habits. From being sweet and innocent one minute, to conniving and rude the next, Olivia was confused. She knew she was the only one who could stand up for her, so she built this outer shell of sorts, one that would prevent her from getting too close to many people, and would then allow her to have control. Olivia entered high school, and everything changed for her. She began the drinking, and although she didn't drink much, she was consistently out at parties with friends having a few. Her mother tried winning her over by buying her clothes and such; Olivia took them, took the money as well, and acted as though everything was alright. Still, she stood on her father's side of the arguements, and wasn't going to give in to her mother's bribing easily. She had her own way of life, and in all honesty, Olivia was not up for being bribed, when she could manipulate others so well. So she used her mother for the clothes and money, in her own self-satisfying way of showing that nobody was going to win over her. She made sure that nobody knew of her family's broken side, because all people needed to know was that they were all together and well.

CREATOR

NAME/ALIAS: lauren
EXPERIANCE: 9 years
FOUND US: advert
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (from a Glee site)

At least the morning had started off well. Rachel had got up, put clothes on, got ready, and off to school she went. Normal wasn't a usual word in Rachel's house. Both of her fathers said goodbye to her, and she took the bus to school. Really, Rachel had a main choice when going to school. Walking, or taking the bus. Her street had a bus stop, and yet she was close enough to the school to simply walk. The weather helped decide whether Rachel would be taking the bus or walking to school, yet today had been completely beautiful as for weather. She wore her white shirt with her purple floral print shirt over top, and her gray skirt as well, her knee high white socks and strapped flats on. It was an outfit that Rachel liked to wear, since she felt very feminine in it. Having two fathers and no mother around meant a stranger range of clothing than other teenagers, but Rachel loved both of her fathers, and was proud to wear the clothing she'd chosen. As she'd stepped into the school, she'd gone straight to her locker, thinking about Glee club and the new song she'd been planning to sing for them. Rachel felt that she was the rightful leader of the Glee Club, new Directions, because she was the lead female. Who else actually tried and sang well in that club? Everyone else slacked under her voice, the background vocals, and Rachel had to put a lot of work into being the lead. There were so many songs to sing for so many different themes each week, and Rachel knew she could sing them all. She'd been practicing all of her life, and she couldn't mess up now. that would be letting everyone down.

So she pulled her music book out of her locker, a few sheets dropping and threatening to jump from her book because they were not securely fastened. She shoved them back in with slender fingers, and pulled sheet music from another book, adding it in in the front so that she'd be able to remove it quickly for use. Rachel was determined now to show it, and a joyous feeling had crept over her, as it always did with presenting new music for Glee club. Shutting her locker and closing the lock, Rachel crossed her arms over the book, protecting it with all of her life, while at the same time making sure that the sheets did not get out. The hallways were not that busy, because class did not start for another fifteen minutes or so. Rachel wanted to go over the music with their pianist and then Mr. Shuester before class filed in, because she wanted it to be perfect for when Finn and the others came in. There could be no mistakes from the piano when she sang, because it had to be on key for her, and she'd envisioned it a certain way. There could be no argument against it. Rachel began to walk away from her locker, walking past a cluster of different people as they walked opposite her direction. Shoulders bumped against hers, her petite figure swerving through the small crowds of people. It had always been like that; Rachel had been just another person in the crowd, not someone that would make the masses part like Quinn used to. But then again, Quinn had intimidated people, something that Rachel failed at for the most part. Rachel turned the corner, and then she felt it, the familiar feeling. Honestly, some things never changed, from middle school to high school. Some people never matured.

The cold froze her scalp, sliding around and causing a shivering feeling all over. Her face was stinging with the cold from the slushie and the heat of her face as it turned a shade of red that could rival red lipstick. The blue slushie had been thrust in her face, as it always had been. It was accompanied by the usual laughing of the less than intelligent jocks and cheerios as they then began calling out "Loser" and "Geek" altogether, before stalking off. Rachel's stomach dropped, and tears began to fill her eyes, and she staggered the other way, running into the girl's bathroom. She would not cry. It had happened so many times before that it really should not have had any effect on her. But really, could they have not waited for a different time? Rachel had been so ecstatic about her new solo, and they just had to go crushing her spirit with a ridiculous blue slushie. At least it had only been half full, because her clothes had not been affected like her face and hair had been. She set her music book on the counter beside the sink, so that ti would not be tarnished by the blue mess. Rachel pulled some paper towel from the dispenser, and began grabbing clumps from her face and hair. She was glad she had her face cleanser, so that her face would not have any ugly zits the next day from the idiot's mess on her.

Rachel had thought it would have changed, the slushie thing. She was friends with Finn and Puck, and even Quinn. So why was Rachel still being slushed? It suddenly dawned on her without much shock that those people were now just like her, because they'd joined the Glee club. There was not a whole lot of difference between them all now, and Rachel was getting the feeling she'd be slushed until the end of high school. She just needed to bring an umbrella around to school. Instead of feeling sad about her bad luck, she began to hum the tune of her new song as she wiped off her face and deslushed her hair of the residue that smelled like blueberry mixed with raspberry. Ew. How very utterly ridiculous.

[//JESSICA ANNE\\]

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