Jennifer Flint
Situation: L'appartement de M. Caldwell
Interagir avec: Olive Darcy 

"Hé!" Jen a dit, souriant à la personne, "Je m'appelle Jennifer Flint, mais tu peux m'appeler Jen."
Elle a collé sa main pour secouer, essayant toujours d'agir poli malgré son état légèrement boyy.
"Quel est votre nom? Vous êtes une première année? Vous êtes de New York? Ou d'ailleurs?" Elle demanda rapidement, avant de prendre une profonde respiration, rougissant un peu quand elle comprit à quelle vitesse elle avait parlé.
Elle toussait un peu et regardait loin, légèrement embrasé.
"Désolé, je suis un peu excité par les nouvelles personnes. Je vais essayer de le tonner un peu", dit-elle en riant un peu de sa propre faute, "J'aimerais toujours savoir qui vous êtes, malgré ma terrible première impression."
Elle a pris une perruque de la bouteille dans sa main, en retournant un quart du liquide bleu. Elle a regardé le dos, regardant les chiffres.
Seulement 10 %? A ce rythme, je vais être sobre toute la nuit, pensa-t-elle.
Elle devrait bientôt trouver des trucs plus forts. Nicky avait peut-être de la vodka cachée quelque part.
Jen a cligné quand la fille a commenté la taille de la fête. Elle a regardé autour d'elle, obtenant une estimation rapide du nombre de personnes dans la maison.
"Je veux dire, en quelque sorte? Je ne suis probablement pas le meilleur juge de ça. C'est une grande fête pour ta première. Mais j'ai été plus grand. C'est nettement plus grand que la plupart de ceux que j'avais à la maison. Sauf pour la fête après le bal de l'école. Cette chose était énorme », a-t-elle dit, souriant un peu aux souvenirs de cette fête de l'alcool.
Elle a pris un autre verre, presque fini la bouteille. Elle l'a regardée de façon décevante, avant de l'achever. Elle regarda la cuisine avec tant d'impatience, voulant obtenir autre chose pour apaiser sa soif. Elle s'est retournée vers Olive.
"Hé, jamais bu de vodka?" Elle a demandé, un sourire malicieux sur son visage, le genre de sourire qui promettait des ennuis et beaucoup de plaisir.
Jen mental était maintenant en train de faire de cette première année de la nuit le meilleur de sa vie.
Olive Darcy
Technical Division ║ Film animation
"I'll get to it tomorrow,"
For the Record

║ Name ║
Olive Marquise Darcy
║ Acceptable Nicknames ║
Olive or Vee
║ Birthday & Age ║
Dec/22,1996 ║ 19 ║ Born in France
║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║
Feminine non-binary ║ Panromantic asexual
║ Other Labels ║
They/them pronouns are preferred but she/her is okay as well. Being raised by christian parents led to a general belief in that direction, though not one Olive would force on other people.
Coming from France makes them very much a foreigner.
║ Occupation ║
Dairy queen currently, but thinking about quiting to focus on school. They neither hates the job nor likes it, they like the small income it produces.
║ Appearance ║
Short in stature Olive is only five feet tall. Nearly white hair cascades in loose curls to their mid back when it's down, though the curls are often kept up in a fancy braid or simply underneath a hat. Green eyes peer out from beneath straight cut bangs. Once in a while a grin will cross her face, growing until she looks away in embarrassment.
Marker notes often mingle with minimalist space tattoos across pale skin. Chances are you won't get a chance to notice any of this though due to their obsession with sweaters. They rarely wear anything other than a sweater and jeans. 

"I really want to go to bed with a feeling in my chest, like I'm lost again, but this time for the best"At First Glance
║ Personality ║
The Positive:

 Cheerful
 Optomistic
 Considerate

The Negative:

 Niave
 Self-conscious
 excessively apologetic

What You See:
A shy person with a tendency to go off on their own. Not a confident person for sure, but one with a talent. Not the kind of person you would see at parties or even outside of school. The kind of person who would seem bookish and dull. Always doing something, and never very approachable for it. The kind of person who if you said something mean or stupid would give you a sad, disapproving look but who isn't going to tell you to nock it off.

What I Know:
Appearences are often misleading this is as much the case as any where else. While Olive does tend to day dream and isn't the most confident they are rather upbeat around friends. Novels and fanfiction inspire them and they love sharing the things they read and learn. They can be excitable around friends and is rarely ever judgmental.
Olive would never purposly hurt anyone, if they knew they did they would apologize. In a similar fasion they feel really bad when others insult each other, regardless of if it's in a playful manner or not. They simply care to much about how others act and what others think.

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - Jhon SteinbeckOff the Record
║ My Dreams ║
To have their life long cartoon be aired on TV for children to enjoy. They want to make a positive impact. 
║ Fears ║

Big dogs
Loud sounds
ghosts
haunted houses
The dentist

║ Likes ║

cats
birds
Sketching
cartoons
tea
gardening

║ Dislikes ║

little dogs
clowns
coloring
crayons
painting
arguments
rude/crude/harmful jokes
non-animated kids shows

║ Brief History ║
Being born and raised in France has it's perks. The romanticism and tourists are not one of them.
From a young age Oliver knew that she was different than the other girls in her nursery school. Not that she like playing in the dirt and holding frogs and spiders, plenty of other girls liked frogs and spiders and mud. She just didn't feel as though she was actually a girl. Questioning her parents at that time was fruitless, they where unconvinced to say the least and so the feeling was repressed and she moved on.
Primary school went by in a haze. Olive had friends yes, and she loved drawing and coloring. She had a hermit crab, or maybe more because when they would die her parents would replace them. She was the uncontested best 'drawer' at her lowly school of 300 and while that fact was comforting she still didn't see it. There was always a nagging feeling of unbelonging, though she couldn't point out its origins.
Junior high was no better than Primary school. She still had no words to describe her feeling, nor anyone to talk to it about. Her best friend from Primary school had gone to a different Junior high. She spent her years in middle school drafting an idea for a story, thereby unwittingly exploring her own emotions.
High school was much different. The summer after her last year of junior high her whole family moved; Mother, Father, even the Hermit crab Mr.Belvedere, everyone. Mother had gotten a wonderful offer to be a chair-person for the company she worked for, and so with an enormous raise and free transport she was persuaded to relocate to New York. Here the family had a penthouse and then settled for a smaller townhouse further away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Finally situated Olive was free to do most of what she wanted just as before. She made several good friends within the art and theater departments of her school. Her new cliche helped her understand all the things in american she did not quite understand. They also helped her identify the nagging feeling she'd been having from a very young age. From about her sophomore year on she explored her gender and sexuality and by senior year had decided that they'them pronouns were much better than she/her and that they weren't by any means straight.
Olive never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in high school. Not that they minded, nobody ever caught their eye. They spent much of their time animating their decade old story, creating a beautiful production 

║ Area of Study ║
Film animation(major) ║ writing(minor)
║ About My Audition ║
Olive had always worked very hard on her personal project; a simple cartoon with loving characters and a good message. Before even moving to New York they had already made a story board for 3 20 episode seasons. In High school they made more than good grades. After a class in animation they decided to finally produce the pilot episode of their cartoon, needless to say it was a little rough but just what they had imagined it being. Each year after that they managed to make another few episodes resulting in 8 complete episodes, a pilot a the promise of more than 50 more episodes before even applying to Mortimer. Along with character designs and half an hour of side animation it was clear that Oliver was a very talented and capable person and a good fit for Mortimer.

║ Year ║
first year
║ Living Arrangement ║
Annabelle House: First Floor, Room 2
║ Extra information ║
Plans to join botany club but will probably have a low commitment to it. Works on story boarding and concept art for their cartoon in their free time.