Far from a shy girl, Olivea (Liv, Ollie, Livia, Ol - or whatever else people choose to call her) appears to have too many words for her mouth. Outward they fall in a rumble tumble manner full of mirth and gaiety. She often speaks tales, suited to Bree-land and few that speak of far-off lands that have been told to her through passing. Adoring these tales, she takes great pleasure in being their reciter - and indeed, is highly suitable for the job.

Growing up in Combe, her family bestow upon her a humble yet loving upbringing - helping out on their farm she tends to the growing of crops and flurry of chickens.