Post by fαllεη • on May 19, 2009 16:06:15 GMT 12
EXPERIMENT FILE:
OLiVER TWiST
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BONES SHATTER, FALL APART AND HIT THE FLOOR
IF IT DOESN'T THRILL YOU IT DOESN'T MATTER ANY MORE
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BASIC NOTES:
NAME: Oliver Reynard Twist
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Human
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
INFECTED? No
ORIGINS: Lithista
PARENTAGE:
Jericho Longburn, Mother, Human - Lithisian
Scott Longburn, Father, Human - Theransian
APPEARANCE:
[/url]HEIGHT: 5"3
WEIGHT: 77kg, the last time he could find a scale.
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Brown
LENGTH: Short and messy
SKIN TONE: Pale
FULL DESCRIPTION:
TATTOOS
-Face: A bright, colourful flare of purple and blue ink contains his right eye, and the whole pattern is surrounded by stylised chains.
-Whole Back: A large, intricate design; fairly Celtic in appearance, surrounding a five-pointed star. (Black ink) The star is done in black-light reactive ink. [5/6, five years ago]
-Left Wrist: Stretched tattoo; a black rectangle with his name, year and place of birth, and parents' names in it. It's tattooed to look like a name-plate, surrounded by vines.
-Left Forearm A tangled mass of vines, snakes, stylized plants, and thorns.
-Left Upper Arm The lower curled entanglement merges into a pair of crimson eyes.
-Right Arm: The victim of his younger experiments, it's covered in various ghosts, skulls, footballs, lightening bolts, snakes, and about ten other different designs. He tried to clean them up -had to make them more uniform- later on by linking some together with chains.
-Ankles: A black snake with neon blue eyes, slightly dulled now, coils, hissing, around each ankle. [/ul]
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PERSONALITY:
LIKES:
-> Watching the sunrise
-> Being with his friends
-> Working his 'art'
-> Ice-cream, though there's none of that now.
-> Blue
-> A warm campfire
-> Safety
DISLIKES:
-> Anti-social people
-> People who can't take a joke
-> Barren areas.
-> Mutations
-> The Mist
STRENGTHS:
-> Tattooing - He learned it back in his hometown
-> Running
-> Walking quietly
-> Strength; he's a fairly well-muscled guy.
WEAKNESSES:
-> Social interactions
-> Tactical thinking
-> Not speaking his mind
-> In fact, just knowing when to be quiet.
-> Understanding others.
FEARS:
-> The Mist
-> Dying
-> Sickness
-> Mutations [including, yes, experiments]
-> Being trapped
AMBITIONS
-> See the world, before it goes to hell.
-> Spread his art; there are more people who appreciate it than you'd think.
-> Get home to his family
-> Avoid the Mist
FULL PERSONALITY:
There are many things Oliver might be called. He's often self-concerned, forgetting about others' emotions or assuming that they share his own views. He doesn't like to get out and meet new people, because not being on home turf makes him feel insecure, and he can be snappish to anyone who interferes with his privacy. But at the same time, he loves kids, and goes out of his way to make them smile. He's cheerful with people he knows, and does right by them: trusts them, holds doors, defends them against insult.
Being new to the area around Theranse, he doesn't yet know about the lock-down, and a demonstration of his personality is a complete refusal to accept this when others have told him this is the case. He can be very pig-headed sometimes, and doesn't like being ordered around by people he takes a dislike to. In fact, trying to order him around gets you an instant black mark in his personal ledger.
At home, he was a nicer person. He'd always felt safe in that little village... Despite the amount of kids who were running around with inked needles at about, oh, twelve. (There were less eyes poked out than you might imagine, really!)
The kids there always knew that if anyone was being a bully, Oliver was the guy to call. Unless of course, you'd bet anyone up in the past; then he'd assume you could take care of yourself. He's quite fond of the underling but, in some strange contrast of personality, he hates adults who whine, or can't fend for themselves. For this attitude, he was often called snarky, and punished for talking back to his elders. In his view of a perfect world, 'grown-ups' are only grown up if they can take care of themselves. If not, well, they're little better than the cats he so despises. Did I mention he was stratched as a baby? Sure, he can handle needles, doesn't mind the respectable elderly... but one sight of a cat and he'l curl a lip in distaste. Fluffy wasn't quite so fluffy on the day she decided baby Oliver had pulled her whiskers once too often. Oliver has hated any feline ever since.
(By case of contrast, he adores dogs.)
As felines are his enemies, so is anyone who sides with them. And Oliver holds a grudge for a long time. In fact, there were people back home he still hasn't forgiven for teasing him when he was five, and who he'll always turn the cold shoulder to. It's difficult to re-earn his trust, and you'll kinda have to force yourself on him, otherwise Oliver will utterly ignore you.
HISTORY:
PARENTS: Scott Thomas - Father - Fifty Eight
Jericho Thomas - Mother - Fifty Three
SIBLINGS: Ophelia Thomas - Sister - Sixteen
KNOWN HISTORY:
Gosh, there's not really much to tell. Oliver was born to Scott Thomas and Jericho Thomas. Actually, he was the reason for his parents' marriage... If you know what I mean. Their relationship was always based on passion, rather than any real mutual feeling, but they got along, and managed to fall into a routine apart from each other that suited the both of them; and eventually catered for their son too.
Oliver was a normal, happy child; at least, normal by Lithisian standards. He got his first tattoo on his fifth birthday, the traditional date of a baby becoming a child. From that day on, he was educated by his mother, and then, as he grew, by his father. He learned to read and write, to do Maths, and all the normal things that people do. He got his second tattoo about two months after joining the team to match one that two of his other mates got. Needless to say, friendship made so young rarely last, but he was still on speaking terms with them, last time he checked.
He was on the local soccer team for a few years; that was where most of his friendships and enemies where made.
Ever since his fifth month on that field, he had a crush on Lilian Black... who was actually everyone's heartthrob. She just had a grace about her that captivated the attention. She wasn't too great at soccer, but that was all made up in the boys' eyes by how stunningly pretty she seemed.
Life at home was always pretty good. He loved his mother half to death, and looked up to his father as his chief role model. His mother stayed at home most of the time; she was an avid baker, and seemed born to be a housewife. Hardly the kind of woman who would be prone to sudden outbursts of passion... But Oliver is now able to tell, any bumps in the night, whether tomorrow will be a good day between the two.
He first took a real interest in tattooing around fifteen, when home-schooling was at an end and college had well and truly begun. It was around the time that Myst began to get close to home. The Myst never really featured prominently in his life; it was always some foreign statistic on TV for as long as he'd been alive, a murmur of background noise in normal society. But when he was fifteen, the Myst got too close to home. Cities, villages... Whole areas had been swallowed up. It was just some nasty statistic to him...
He never actually got a chance to go out with Lilian before the end of college (yep, he crushed on her right through that time.) No, he became a tattoo artist. It's sort-of the place he learned his people skills, where he got his hatred of indecision, and where he showed the most affection to the little kids. They were always in and out of there, getting their inks, and Oliver was always there: a familiar face to hold their hand or to reassure them as the needles went in. Quite a few of the kids had become great friends of his throughout his college years; he played the part of older brother to them. In fact, quite a few strong bonds were forged with some of his tattooees... And some strong enemies, too. But, most of the time, the rivalries seemed to dissipate when he was tattooing. OK, OK, he's guilty of maliciously stabbing the needle a little too far sometimes.... But never any permanent damage....
There's no doubt that Oliver loves what he does; he even carries around the needles and the little tattoo machine is a permanent fixture in his backpack. After all, you never know when someone might want the ink, eh?
He carried quite a bit of his equipment with him when he decided to leave Lithista. Leaving wasn't a popular choice. His friends were solemn, the younger children wondered why... All his enemies were snarky and sarcastic, and his parents tried to force him to stay. They couldn't understand why Oliver needed to see the world. Why he wanted to leave the comfort and security. Just because it was something he had to do; because he wouldn't be happy until he'd seen what was left of the world. After all, the apocalypse was coming, and he'd be damned if he'd go down not having done and seen and felt and cried and heard as much as he could before the end.
FULL HISTORY: Oliver knows all... XD
PUPPET MASTER:
[/color][/font]NAME: Fallen
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: About... wow, three years now O.o
CHARACTERS: None... yet... ^^OLiVER TWiST
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