Post by Kimiko on Jun 4, 2012 3:40:39 GMT -5
Name: Olivia Benson
Age: mid-40’s I would say?
Sexual Orientation: Straight (Even though every other person in the fandom seems the think so -.-)
Image: 24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m50yttCnzL1r66uzfo1_500.png
Key/Lock Holder: She THINKS it’s David, but it’s Elliot Stabler
Brief History: Olivia was born in 1968, as the product of the rape of Serena Benson. As she grew up, her mother became a drunk, though she still loved her deeply, and they remained close. When she grew up she attended and graduated from Sienna College, before getting a job at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, where she met Elliot Stabler and the others. She worked there for a good 12 years before Elliot retired to spend more time with his family. She spent quite a bit of time with Amaro as her partner, though that’s not to say the loss of El didn’t hurt her, but she understood. She was hurt, but she understood. After a while she received a letter telling her to go someplace. Olivia was not idiot. She’d seen people get lured placed only to come back raped or not at all. She wasn’t going to go, but it was almost as if the thought of going taunted her. It wouldn’t leave her alone. Little did she know it was the work of a very determined Goddess.
Eventually she went, and if something went wrong, backup would be following them on the boat. However, while her boat made it smoothly, her partners got lost in a mysterious fog, rendering them useless to her and leaving herself vulnerable. While the mansion itself was glorious and certainly didn’t look harmful, Olivia still kept a watchful eye.
Sample Post:
Her own stupidity and overestimation of herself was what got her here. If she didn’t go. If she wasn’t tempted by the thought of catching another perv. If she’d somehow signaled or yelled to her team. But what now? She was at the mercy of someone she presumed to be a criminal. Well, maybe not completely, she had her gun, but who knew how far that would get her. It didn’t surprise her that a lot of young people were here. It went with her theory. But then, the horses and others confused her. She figured she could chalk it up to the perp just being sick.
She rounded a corner, determined to familiarize herself with this large confusing place in case she ever needed to hide or run, or pursue. Her weapon never left her side since she got here. Maybe she was paranoid, but seeing the things she’s seen made you that way.
She wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, either. Not until the person holding them here talked.
Age: mid-40’s I would say?
Sexual Orientation: Straight (Even though every other person in the fandom seems the think so -.-)
Image: 24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m50yttCnzL1r66uzfo1_500.png
Key/Lock Holder: She THINKS it’s David, but it’s Elliot Stabler
Brief History: Olivia was born in 1968, as the product of the rape of Serena Benson. As she grew up, her mother became a drunk, though she still loved her deeply, and they remained close. When she grew up she attended and graduated from Sienna College, before getting a job at the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, where she met Elliot Stabler and the others. She worked there for a good 12 years before Elliot retired to spend more time with his family. She spent quite a bit of time with Amaro as her partner, though that’s not to say the loss of El didn’t hurt her, but she understood. She was hurt, but she understood. After a while she received a letter telling her to go someplace. Olivia was not idiot. She’d seen people get lured placed only to come back raped or not at all. She wasn’t going to go, but it was almost as if the thought of going taunted her. It wouldn’t leave her alone. Little did she know it was the work of a very determined Goddess.
Eventually she went, and if something went wrong, backup would be following them on the boat. However, while her boat made it smoothly, her partners got lost in a mysterious fog, rendering them useless to her and leaving herself vulnerable. While the mansion itself was glorious and certainly didn’t look harmful, Olivia still kept a watchful eye.
Sample Post:
Her own stupidity and overestimation of herself was what got her here. If she didn’t go. If she wasn’t tempted by the thought of catching another perv. If she’d somehow signaled or yelled to her team. But what now? She was at the mercy of someone she presumed to be a criminal. Well, maybe not completely, she had her gun, but who knew how far that would get her. It didn’t surprise her that a lot of young people were here. It went with her theory. But then, the horses and others confused her. She figured she could chalk it up to the perp just being sick.
She rounded a corner, determined to familiarize herself with this large confusing place in case she ever needed to hide or run, or pursue. Her weapon never left her side since she got here. Maybe she was paranoid, but seeing the things she’s seen made you that way.
She wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, either. Not until the person holding them here talked.