• olivia soto

JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SOFT DOESN'T MEAN YOU ARE NOT A FORCE.HONEY AND WILDFIRE ARE BOTH THE COLOR OF GOLD

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biography.

you enter this world still and you enter it quiet.it's an odd los angeles storm that's left rain pounding the hospital and you haven't made a sound. it's a full two months before you're even meant to enter this world and your father shakes and frets next to your mother as the doctors rush and fuss and speak in hushed tones and finally, finally you begin to wail with all your might. your mother says you must have simply been trying to hear the rain. and as rosana begins to fade, no one notices that the liquid in the cabinet beside the bed has reached a full boil.your father, vincent, is the one who raises you. and he often wishes he could switch places with rosana and believes she would have been better suited to the trials and tribulations of raising a young lady, but he never regrets being your dad. he holds you as though you could break and he calls you sunshine and he often says that he loves you more than air. oh, match stick, if only you knew that you were all that kept him going most days. it's a struggle a lot of the time. you don't have a lot of toys and most of your clothes come from friends at church or the things your neighbors daughter's have outgrown. vincent works himself half to death to keep a roof over your head and food on the table and even then there are still days where he cries at the kitchen table over bills and impossible odds. but you grow up safe and you grow up loved even with some of the odd occurrences that seem to follow you.looking back, you'll wonder if he knew what you were. that you were different and not just different in the way that you liked to have your sandwiches arranged like butterflies or the way that every loving parent insists their child is the most special, but different in the sense that you once put your little hand into the stovetops blue flame and didn't get burned. different in the way that a tupperware container of soup would melt in time to your tantrum or that the drafty apartment always seemed to stay warm enough in the winter. that kind of different. he'd love you, if he knew, wouldn't he?you never do get to ask him. one night on his way to his second job, a drunk driver runs him off the road. vincent soto spends the next two weeks in a coma that he never wakes up from and you, my dear match stick, are left all by your self. you've never been lonely before. not really, not with your father and his gentle helicoptering, but you become acquainted with it quickly enough during your year and a half in foster care.these days are marked by a haunted silence; you rarely if ever speak. pulling more than a few syllables at a time from you for anything other than incredibly serious reasons is like pulling teeth. you'll say your name, how old you are, your date of birth, but almost nothing else. some people will interpret this as stupidity and some as defiance; it is neither. the phrase "use your words" looms over your head like a dark cloud.one night, an older girl being fostered alongside you demands that you "use your words" and pulls your stuffed t-rex ( teddy, you'd lovingly called him back when you spoke ) from your little arms and insists she will not give it back until you ask for it aloud. you cry silent tears and swipe at her as she holds your toy above her head where you have no hope of reaching it. and then, next thing you know, the house is alive with vengeful and ravenous flame.three people are hospitalized that night and the blaze was so ferocious that little but ash remained. the older girl insisted you did it with your brain, but she was dismissed, the fire was blamed on faulty wiring, and you were never found out. no one ever has to know.but you know. and you will never forget.on a bright and lovely spring day, the social worker leads you to what she's described as an idyllic placement; a mother that doesn't need or want a job, a father who can comfortably support the entire family and more, two already promising boys, all topped off with a big fancy home that's always well lit, well heated in the winters and well cooled in the summers, and well maintained. it even has a freshly mowed lawn and a tree house in the backyard.but eventually, the doors shut and the shining image begins to crack and fade and you begin to see it for what it is--- a nightmare.you are nothing if not adaptable and you quickly figure a system in the nightmare house and you even begin to find your words again. james is distant and disapproving, june is simple and pliable, andrew and ryan are tricker but eventually you understand where you stand with them. andrew wants nothing to do with you, or anyone. and ryan is- ryan is-you break your arm falling out of the tree house a few months after your adoption is finalized. you swear to the social worker and the doctor who surgically pins the bones back in place that you fell. that it was an accident. but you and ryan will always know that you were pushed and after that? ryan knows that you will lie.fire was a curiosity before, but it quickly becomes something of an obsession. you need to burn things in order to exert some sort of control over your life, and so you do. you burn whatever you can. you talk about it, you dream of it, you could describe in detail the way the sky will bend before it melts and falls as it burns. the acrid scent of a freshly lit match and the tang of lighter fluid come to represent freedom in your young mind. things are cold and dark and frightening, but you can cultivate your own light and warmth and so you do. you wonder if this is how god feels.

basics.

personality.

DEFAULT VERSE. AGES 10-12

honey and wildfire

olivia soto is a young pyrokinetic living a quiet and unasuming life in los angeles, ca as she masquerades as a normal little girl. she lies easily, hides because she has to, and frets constantly about what she is and what she can do. no one ever asks, though, and so she never tells.( this verse is highly adaptable and flexible )

as fire loves innocence

long before olivia was born, there was a book. a little book bound in red leather, nearly hot to the touch, and full of pictures of awful things. due to unfortunate events, this book landed in the hands of a young expecting mother, and her child was born wrought in fire and chaos and hurt; she would never even have the words to ask "why?"but little olivia soto was not the first to be born of desolation and flame that offers no warmth or light. nearly six months before she came wailing into the world, agnes montague had decided to die. it takes a few years for the good news to reach the cult of the lightless flame, that they have been given a second chance at their ritual in this little girl. and this time they are determined not to waste it.olivia grows up not knowing why she burns and only narrowly avoids the cult due to luck. but one day her insatiable curiosity and her desire for normalcy lead her to the magnus institute( please note that she is welsh in this verse )

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES VERSE
AGES 10-12

STRANGER THINGS VERSE
ages 11-14

the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

they say the most sincere form of flatery is imitation, so it comes as no surprise that labs, similar in nature to hawkins, sprouted up around the country like toxic weeds in the late sixties and early seventies. one such lab reached out to a young and pregnant teenager and offered her significant compensation in exchange for some tests and experiments. little did she know that they were already planning to steal her baby. olivia was born two months premature and her father was told that she and her mother had both died due to complications. but vincent had heard livvy cry and knew in his heart that she was alive. the next year was a rabbit hole of conspiracies and shady connections that led him to a custodial position at none other than the lab in which his child was being held. from there vincent planned and plotted and eventually, was able to rescue livvy in the night. they lived together on the run for about three years until the lab finally caught up with them, but by then, livvy's tattoo had been burnt off and they were unable to prove that she was the child they were looking for.her stint in foster care led to her being adopted by the barnette family in los angeles. promising, rich, and utterly blind to what olivia really was. but that was just how she liked it. eventually, however, the barnettes move to hawkins indiana and from there, strange things begin to unfold.

the fire in my heart came from ash and ember

little olivia was born in a village in north ravka that was too small and inconsequential to be worthy of a name. her being grisha was never a secret; the incidents of burning stretched back to her days in a cradle. but being so close to the fjerdan border, her father taught her to hide for her safety. slowly, he’d been working to get passage to novyi zem to keep her from being conscripted into the second army. but unfortunately, vincent had put his trust in the wrong people and earned a knife to the back as a result.livvy spent three years in an orphanage and underfoot. her lifeline was an otkazat’sya boy by the name of elliot; sharp and bright as the knives he’d play with, he became livvy’s protector and brother in all but blood. but when the grisha testers came and livvy knew they were going to be separated, livvy planned to falsify the test. elliot loved her too much to let her stay somewhere unsafe and refused to let her. and they were separated.livvy grows into herself at the little palace; her abilities are unique and unsteady at first, but slowly she tempers them into something as deadly and precise as a blade. she wears corporalki red, but crimson flames adorn her kefta. she is to inferni what a tailor is to a heartrender- they call her a bloodboiler.

GRISHAVERSE VERSE
ages 9 - 13

HUNGER GAMES VERSE
ages 12-16

oh we all fall into the flames

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AND HERA; GRANT ME YOUR FURY

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demigod verse
ages 8-15

THE BOYS VERSE
ages 10-11

smoke fills the lungs like a disease

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THE STARS LEAN IN A LITTLE CLOSER ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

prequel verse: the clone wars are no place for a child; that’s what the clones of the 501st say when they see olivia for the first time. she barely comes up to their shoulders with a bright disposition that her jedi master even begins to remark on; he calls her “sunny” and it fits. even after she proves herself a competent warrior on the battlefield and a voracious learner with a good heart, they still can’t help but worry for her.original trilogy verse: no one knows what becomes of force sensitive children once the empire sets their sight on them. olivia is one such child. her father puts himself between her and the empire and earns a blaster wound to the head as a result. little livvy has been on the run ever since.

star wars verse
ages 11-15