Name:Olin Ingersson Holmström
Nickname: For the most part people do just use 'Olin', however it's not uncommon to hear 'Lenny' or 'Oli' instead. Her close family calls her by 'Bruno' at times, as this is derived from her Name Day*.
Age: 18 (July 17, 1999)
Appearance: Olin's appearance would best be described as... 'Androgynous'. She has a short, blond undercut that's usually pinned back on a side, and almost enthralling cerulean orbs. This combined with her close to pale skin tone is what she considers 'burdens of ancestry'. Her frame is slender and athletic, which is a puzzle to those that see exactly how often she poisons her body. She has a few non-visible tattoos: 'EST. IN 1999' sprawled against her chest in script, a Japanese-styled tiger in front of cherry-blossoms just a little below her collarbone, and the date '05 / 15 / 2015' on her left, upperarm.
According to Lenny, she's tall. And super muscular. Don't forget the muscular part.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125
Likes:Having fun/living in the moment
Exercising
Flirting
Drugs
Impulsiveness
Reading - If you ask her, this isn't true.
Cooking
Being alone - Although Olin enjoys being around other's and the majority of her life revolves around it, there are times in which she craves isolation.
'Physical-activities-involving-more-than-one-person-at-home' And lots of it.
Dislikes:Goody-two shoes
Boring people
Predictable-ness
Uncertainty
Studying
People who tell Swede jokes
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Special Talent: She considers herself to be a pretty good nuisance if she feels it's necessary.
Olin can also become an extremely manipulative person if it involves attaining something that primarily leads to her satisfaction and/or happiness. She attributes this in part to her parents' occupations and sees no qualms in using it if she can get away with it.
Profession: Olin bounces from occupation to occupation often. She dislikes being held in place for too long and at a cost of her hedonistic lifestyle tends to work unconventional hours. Currently she's a cashier at an 'odds-and-ends' shop in Sol, but without a doubt that's due to change.
Bio/Personality: Olin was born in Stockholm, Sweden to Inger and Lova Holmström, two extremely popular journalists. Due to the nature of her parents's jobs her family had the ability to move around quite often. They ventured throughout various parts of Europe, such as England, Germany, Wales, Ireland, France, Poland, only setting up shop for a few weeks or months at a time. This led to Olin falling in love with travel and living a nomadic lifestyle. However, at nine her parents made the decision to permanently settle in the 'States after continuously growing tired of moving and the fifth pregnancy of Lova.
At first the decision caused a ripple within the family as-well with their extended half. Some of her uncles, aunts, and cousins so it as a foolish pursuit of the American Dream. In her young mind it was simply unecessary. To this day she can't quite explain how it felt to step out of the Logan International Airport, and getting her first glimpse of the American lifestyle in Boston. It can only be compared to a first love. An ignition of feelings and a new part of you you're unable to understand, yet you try hard to do so. Regardless of previous apprehensions, by ten she could recite the Star Spangled Banner and dreamed of going into the Marines. Her mind was clouded with the need to excel beyond her native peers to prove her worth.
At twelve it was winning the regional Spelling Bee or petitioning to create a debate team at her school. Thirteen she'd read the vast majority of the Classics and could recite Shakespeare with enough emotion to beguile symphonies. Then came her Freshmen year and a lack of tests on the refrigerator. Her grades began to go downhill. The thought of going to school was enough to cause her stomach to wrench. There wasn't a program she didn't get kicked out of, leaving her parents to scramble for an answer to her abrupt fall. It wasn't in time enough for her current school to even think of inviting her back, nor to save her from the crowd of 'delinquents' and 'rebels' she'd fallen into.
Shortly put, all of her desires and accolades were gone. Olin began to resent the conformity and patriotism she at first loved. Her mind was focused on making her own decisions based on her own happiness without much care to how it impacted her. Their precious Bruno, in short, had begun a road towards self-destruction. By sixteen her days consisted of drinking or doing drugs or having sex or doing anything to just stop the constant restlessness in her veins. She used people. Threw them away. Couldn't go a day without getting into a fight with her parents. After increasing concerns of her behavior spilling into her youngest brother, Sigge, grew much more pressing, Inger and Lova's only choice was to kick her out as soon as she graduated.
Luckily they weren't 'monsters' and gave her enough to survive a month or two off of. And they made it clear that if she ever needed more, they'd always pickup the call. Plus to her it was more of a gift than anything. Hell, most seventeen year-olds salivated at the thought of being on their own. She jumped on a Greyhound to anywhere it'd take her. Chicago. New York. Memphis. Orlando. Los Angeles. And in-between the way she learned how to scrape money together. Make a network. Enjoy life. Engage in somethings nobody her age should ever know about, and other-days, it was like dancing to a broken record in front of the full moon. Thoughtless. Thoughtless.
So what brought her to Sol City? Eventually she did need to crawl back to her parents for help. And at that time it just happened to be in a shoddy bathroom in an equally as pleasant club just outside of the city's outskirts. She remembers slipping into a stall, off something that made it feel as if she'd drifted into a polaroid. There she sucked up all of her pride along with some rainbow colored salamanders. Of course her they picked up their call, like they said (Was there ever a Swede to not keep their word), but that wasn't before a catch was added.
Needless to say the next morning Olin threw on her best clothes before strolling down to the nearest community college. This of course happened to be in Sol. Surprisingly she lasted just a little under four months before sleeping with the wrong guy or girl - it was a bit blurry, as there were many others that had gotten acquainted with her figure that night - and was forced to break a few of their lovely partner's ribs. That 1.) Ended up crashing the house party and 2.) Bringing up a pretty interesting story to her academic adviser. Of course that's not what got her kicked out. No. That was being on campus obviously intoxicated and
forcing them to expel her.
Since she's considered Sol to be a temporary home until she can afford to hit the road again.
Your character's favorite song**: * A Name Day was at first the Swedish equivalent to a birthday. Now, it is more-so just a name associated with your birthday. However, if your name is a Name Day, some still have a mini-celebration on it.
** Because someone like Olin could never listen to something like Jazz or Classical... Right?
