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Oliver Eugene Chase; COMPRETED
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Name: Oliver Eugene Chase
Age: 18; August 13th
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Race: Talented Human
Powers: Pyrokinesis

Appearance-
Height: 5'8
Eye color: Moss green
Skin color: Pale with freckles
Hair color: Dark auburn
Hair style: Short, messy
Build: Weak. Average. 147lbs
Tattoos: Golden Yellow bands around his wrists and neck
Piercings: None
Notable Marks/Features: Faint scar from split lip, This design on both forearms, beginning at the black and gradually with time will spread out to the red as he becomes more in tune with his abilities.

Personality-
Positive Traits: Protective, Brave, Altruistic, Level-headed, Loyal
Negative Traits: Foolish, Arrogant, Codependant, Sociopathic, Intolerant
Strengths: Courage, Trust, Creative, High heat and burn resistance
Weaknesses: Gullible, Weak under pressure, Hedonistic, Very sensitive to cold
Likes: Music, Rain, Unconventional things, Food, Stories, And secretly: all the violent things the world has to offer
Dislikes: Time and how tempermental it is, Sunburn, Being sick, Bugs (for fear of being poisoned)
Talents: Musically inclined, Fast reflexes
Hobbies: Writing, Listening to music, Reading, Sleeping, Exploring, Indulging

History-
Family:
Mother - Cassandra Keil - 38 - Artist, Chef (at home), Housewife
Father - Tristan Chase - 37 - Cop
Uncle (Mother's side) - Benvolio Valentine - 43 - Mechanic
Cousin - Francis Valentine - 23 - College Music Student Teacher, Violinist
Cousin - Cassius Valentine - 23 - Baker/Pastry Chef, Herbalist
Has no children
Heritage: American of French, Irish, and English descent.
Relationships:
IDK MY BFF KAIN
Background: Oliver was a good little child growing up. He had plenty of friends and a good mother and father, and very lovely relatives. He did well in school. Everything was fine, but then it all started to break. His father became a terribly angry man with a vengeance, and the only thing that kept him sane was unleashing his fury in his job. Tristan, Oliver's father, was a cop, and surely, everyone had to feel sorry for the criminals that were in his way. Sometimes though, it wasn't enough, and Oliver did suffer some abuse at home. It was never too bad though. His mother would smile and clean up any injuries, and make it all better. It didn't hurt so bad with her around. His cousins, Cassius and Francis Valentine, and his uncle, Benvolio, would take him in if he needed to get away for a few days.

After a while, Oliver began to change too. He didn't talk to people so often, and had less friends. He put up a communication barrier between him and others. Soon, he began to dwell in a mass of dark thoughts inside him. He became terribly distant with a sick smile plastered on his face. He knew though that this would not bode well for those around him to know, so he told no one, and hid behind an innocent face. He started typing a variety of obscene things in .txt files that would sit forever unread on his computer to keep his insanities at bay, but with time, it has become increasingly harder to look at people the same way he did as a child.

He grew up under the guidance of his mother, cousins and uncle, Cassius, Francis, and Benvolio, in the ways of the arts. Cassius taught him how to cook, baking especially. Francis taught him how to sing and play the piano. Benvolio taught him the art of mechanics, and Cassandra, his mother, taught him how to paint.


Sample: Television has been considered a revolutionary invention; however, Oliver thought it to be rather revolting. Most things on it were pointless. The news only told you how much further into the depths of despair humanity had buried itself. TV shows were nonsense now, there were no stories. The mindless gore was fun to fuel his deranged mind, making him imagine all the ways he wanted humanity to end, but at the same time, things were becoming too mindless. He hated being human, there was so much associated with humanity that was just filthy. "Society has come so far, and yet fallen just as much," he mused, remote in hand, as he wondered what pointless show he would waste his time with today. Apparently none for the moment, because the phone rang, and being the only one home, he was the one who had to answer.

Oliver stood and walked over to the phone, picking it up off the receiver. "Hello?" he answered. "Kain? What are you calling for?" he asked, as his friend never did use a phone much, so this was a rather unusual situation. "If you can't tell me on the phone, I'm not entirely sure I want to be a part of whatever it is you're up to." He leaned against the wall as his friend on the other side tried to convince him to join him. "Fff, if I can have your assurance that my father will never know, then I'll join... Alright, the usual place then. Bye." Oliver placed the phone back on the receiver. He acquired shoes, a jacket, and his keys and left to meet Kain, for whatever it is devious that he had planned.

Extras: :> Oho, I wonder what it is that Oliver is up to.
Edited by Oliver Chase, Sep 21 2010, 11:45 PM.
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