Corporeal Forces: 2 Strength: 4 Agility: 4

Ethereal Forces: 2 Intelligence: 5 Precision: 6

Celestial Forces: 2 Will: 7 Perception: 4

Note that Olivia has bought up her Will, Intelligence and Precision.

Human woman in her late 20s, Charisma +2

Skills: Dreaming/3, Emote/2, Enchantment/6, Knowledge (Agronomy/1, History/1, Woodworking/3), Language/3 (Latin), Medicine/5, Savoir Faire/1, Singing/1

Songs: Dreams (Corporeal/3), Fruition (Corporeal/3), Harmony (Corporeal/3), Healing (Corporeal/3), Storms (Corporeal/3)

Attunements: Symphonically Aware

Rites:

Meditate in a grain silo or warehouse for an hour.

Rites that transfer Essence:

Lead five or more people in a song praising the grain.

Olivia comes from a long line of secret worshippers of the Roman gods. Well, that's the family legend, at least: they actually only started up about three generations ago. Even if she ever finds this out, Olivia probably won't care. She's seen the power of her goddess, and more to the point, she's seen her weakness. Olivia is a Soldier with a mission.

She's currently living in an isolated farming community in the Midwest United States. The area had been plagued with bad crops for years, due to a perennial lack of rain. After she set up her shop (specializing in hand-made wind chimes with a plow motif and personalized wooden dolls), people started noticing that putting up the former seemed to cause… well, it would rain. At first, it just seemed a coincidence, but when people noticed that it consistently happened whenever one of her chimes was purchased and hung, they were pretty certain that there was a cause. They also noticed that not a few pregnant women had purchased a baby wooden doll from Olivia recently (after convincing her that they really wanted one).

Naturally, the word 'witchcraft' started getting bandied about fairly quickly. However, this was the 20^th Century: besides, farmers are practical. Olivia didn't seem like a conventional witch (at least, from their point of view), she wasn't pushing her religion or anything, and heck, a couple of the kids were neo-pagans anyway. Some people were finally getting the kids they always wanted and it was finally raining enough to get a decent crop in. Not much harm in that, surely? Also, the woman was certainly not taking advantage of her situation: she kept her prices reasonable, never put on airs and only asked that they respect her beliefs. This is America: a person can worship how she pleases (especially when it's doing her neighbors a good turn).

Olivia has been in this town for five years now, and she's finally starting to make some real progress in cultivating at least the partial worship of Ceres (in the guise of a not-so-vague respect for the earth and the grain). By now, she's fairly open about using her abilities (instead of just creating temporary artifacts) - something she does for free. She's a good enough artisan to make a decent living with her shop, anyway.

Personally, Olivia is very nice. She works hard for her goddess and community, and sees her abilities as a way to be of service, not as an opportunity to gain personal power. The Soldier has no combat abilities, and has no intention of ever learning any: she hates violence, and won't indulge in it. Angels will find it slightly disconcerting to discover that she achieved her Destiny three years ago. Servitors of Novalis will find sabotaging her work extremely repugnant: aside from the minor detail of her allegiance, she's practically the ideal of a perfect Gardener. Demons will find her less easy meat than they might think; the rest of the town will do bad things to anybody who hurts 'their' witch.

Oddly, for a pagan Soldier, Olivia doesn't try to convert people. In her point of view, there's room at the table for both God and ethereals (specifically, Ceres. Olivia really could care less about the rest of the pantheon). She does have a few people who are full-fledged worshippers of Ceres, but most of the area is still at least nominally Christian. They just pray for the grain… and ignore the fact that it's more like that they're praying to the grain.