#odette's into

[odette-abbott]

#huntsvilleintro

the basics;

FULL NAME: Odette Harlow Abbott

NICKNAME: Etta

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: Twenty-Eight

OCCUPATION: Server @ Country Roads Restaurant

RESIDENCE: The Commune

RESIDENT or VISITOR: Visitor

HUNTER or GATHERER: Hunter

TITLE: The Slayer

FACECLAIM: Priscilla Quintana

the personality;

++ sweet, welcoming, resourceful, bubbly, outgoing, social butterfly, upbeat, natural born leader, honest, determine, highly perceptive

-- spontaneous, impulsive, risk taker, easily bored, stubborn, emotional, restless

tropes - sunshine human carrying a storm in a teacup, cheerleader with a chainsaw, final girl

personality type - entertainer (ESFP)

the bio;

(tw death mention)

life was amazing for odette abbott. she was thriving in her school in los angeles, popular, head cheerleader, great friends, top grades and on track for an ivy league early admission when she finished high school.

nothing could ruin it for her, she was certain...

...ish

the plan was never huntsville, not for odette anyway. it was all her mothers idea. after her parents had divorced, her mother uprooted odette and herself and decided to relocate to a new city for a fresh start. gone was odette's california life. driving through the west virginia monongahela national forest, her mother arrived at a fork in the road. a sign advising “rockslide ahead” had her mother reroute and follow the right split into the town of huntsville. she drove through the town thinking nothing of it but deja vu kicked in when she saw the town again, and again, and again...

everything changed after that.

they had no choice but to settle in the town they intended to pass though. trapped in a place she didn't even want to be in had odette and her mother at loggerheads - both frustrated that they were trapped and both frustrated that there was no resolution. after one particular argument, odette's mother naïvely went a walk after dark while odette went to their home. the following morning her mother was found with her chest shredded open and her torso’s inner organs missing. devastated, odette blamed herself and became a shell of herself. her once childish teenage demeanour was replaced with a maturity only death and trauma could bring.

with news of her mothers death, it was talk of the town that odette had nowhere to go. she was too young to live on her own, no job, no family in town, no way to contact her only remaining family member. she was girl lost in plain sight for everyone to see. it was decided that odette would be placed in the commune as a way to be around other people and socialise while she was still finishing up high school at the time.

at the commune, she learned to survive. she learned to hunt and it turned out that she was stupidly good at it. she had an instinct about it that had her being able to tap into something that unleashed a skill she had no idea she had. since then, odette worked overtime on this skill set in determination to face whatever killed her mother. she had a vendetta to settle and she was hellbent on settling it.

after finishing school, the people she was once called friends had distanced themselves thanks to odette officially being classed as part of 'the commune side of huntsville'. struggling without a support network, she got the first job she could find and has been pouring her heart and soul into that ever since.

she craves escaping the town. the thought of spending the rest of her days in huntsville drives her up the wall and ever closer to madness.

other notes;

+ came to huntsville on august 27th 2012 - the irony that she was a day away from freedom does not go unnoticed to her

+ was 16 when she came to town and had to do her last year of high school in town

+ had the hannah montana lifestyle. she had lived in the town and went to school there. after her mothers death she was placed in the commune but managed to avoid a lot of the prejudices that came with being from the 'other part of town' until she left school.

+ the guilt of her mothers death easts her alive.

the possible connections;

friends

besties

ex-besties from school

enemies

ex's

hunting buddy

romeo & juliet

co-workers

customers

open to any and all plots/connections & if you'd like to plot with odette or would even just have a chat, please feel free to drop me a message any time

will add to this as i go along but this is the general outline

[froody]

me: No treats this week. Times are tight. I’m sorry.

Philomena: That’s okay, dad. You do the best you can. I love you.

Odette: Sell my runt sister. She is weak and likely will not survive the winter. We must sacrifice her to retain our strength. The treats must flow.

[barblaz-arts]

That feeling when you find out you're finally out of the dog house and your girlfriend still loves you

(just wanted to redraw my favorite Chaggie moment)

[owlyjules]

Still looking throught my Character refs and I still love this header I made for my Odette Notepads years ago.:)

[brambeag]

bob haircut REQUIRED for aspect of mythal job

[poorchoicesarebettr]

Family picture fr

[sugarmint-dreams]

barbie swan lake ˖⁺‧₊˚

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my shop | mobile wallpapers

[illiardbilliard]

Overlord Party

(This was all just an elaborate ruse to draw Susan in a cool outfit; and to include my headcanon that Angel Dust is the only person at the hotel that Susan likes)

[peceraynadamas]

The girls again.

Plus Vaggie :)

[meatballsu]

[vannahrt]

Don’t you DARE even LOOK at any of her children.

[pimsri]

Swan Lake, but raptors.

[froody]

GIRL NOOOO. NOOOOOOOOO.

[puertoricanbelle]

Felt the itch to redesign Odette to accompany my redesign of the Fairy Queen from last year! Very pleased with how Odette turned out!

[brambeag]

combat icons 💥🤕

[paddedlittleparadise]

"I like you better like this."

Mona's words, soft and breathy, shiver through you. You can't help it. You find yourself unable to look away from her warm brown eyes… her mesmerizing smile… the greedy hunger written across her face. Her hands, soft and cool, tighten on your bare shoulders. And wordlessly, your body quivers in abject, devoted response.

"Uhh… huuuh…?"

It's just a whimper. A sweet, pathetic, questioning little whimper. But as it leaves your parted lips, the light in Mona's eyes grows brighter. "Of course I love you no matter what, darling. But you're so… perfect like this. No silly grownup clothes. No makeup. No glasses, no perfume. Just you… and your diaper. A pretty, naked little babydoll…" Her breath hitches, and the next words betray the husky arousal blossoming within her. "For me."

For me. The simple words crash over you with all the thrilling force of an ocean wave. Between your own thighs, down beneath the rustling surface of the babyish padding she's just given you, you sense your own unbidden excitement building. For her, yes. I'll be anything, do anything for her-

"Maybe it's silly," she admits now. The shivers of pleasure continue to race through you, redoubling as her fingers slip gently down to caress your naked left breast. "And I know you're new to this stuff. But it just… it suits you, you know? You're so small and sweet and perfect. And… and when I see you like this, actually wearing a diaper for me…" She trails off, and your lips part in mingled pain and delight as she pinches longingly on your nipple. "God, it's such a turn-on-"

Her chest heaves, squarely at your eye level. You feel a sudden, overpowering urge: an urge to bury your face in her breasts, to let their pillowy warm softness blot out all other sights and sounds. You quiver, eyes dropping from her face and shamefully, hungrily, at the paradise before you. You need to feel her skin on yours. You long for her scent to fill your senses. You yearn for her hands to twine in your long blonde hair, pulling you deeper and ever deeper into her…

"My sweet little baby," she murmurs, and a muted little whimper escapes you once more. Her hand is on your cheek now, cradling your face and raising it once more to gaze into hers. "You're my sweet, incredible little baby girl. Giving me her control. Giving me everything… trusting me… letting me tease her and train her…"

She leans closer now, and in every husky syllable you sense her lust. "You know… maybe I'll keep you like this all the time. Naked… in just a diaper-" The last word jerks out of her, and you shiver as her hands tighten on your bare shoulders once more. "Oh, fuck. You'd be so perfect. My twenty-four year-old baby, waddling naked around our apartment… cute and helpless and adorable… unable to do anything but dribble and leak into your pampers. Just-" She's practically salivating now, and her chest heaves once more. "Just like the sweet little baby you deserve to be…"

The mental image flashes before you: naked and infantile and ever so blush-inducing. It's unlike anything people say you should want, and yet… Oh, how badly you want it right now! You need it. You need to please her, to obey her. Right now you want nothing more than to do exactly as she wants: waddle, crawl, piddle, coo, drool… whatever. Because she's Mona. She's your fiancée. And no matter how strange it might be, you sense that she's showing you the way to a happiness unlike anything you've ever had.

And so, you blink up into her face. You flash a shaky smile. And you confess the truth that erupts from your very core…

"I like me better like this, too."

Image Credit: ABDreams.com (feat. the fabulous Apple and Odette Delacroix!)

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