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General Information Name: Olymp Gender: Male Age || Birthday: Around 50? He has no clue how old he is or when he’s born, mostly he thinks he’s 20. Race: Mortal Location: Athens, he has a very small shabby hut outside of Athens, but no one knows this. Trade/Occupation: No occupation. Appearance General Appearance: Olymp is a weird looking man. He has brownish hair which sticks out to all sides, and is quite greasy. A fair amount of rimples adorn his sun and weather worn face, as well as several small scars. Heavy eyebrows hang over his most prominent feature, huge bright blue eyes. Which seem to be able to pop out at any given time. Both eyes seem to lead a life of their own, and seem to point each into another direction. His eyes give him a crazed and manic look His nose is big and crooked, and seems to have been broken several times. Olymp’s lips are thin, and barely noticeable below his heavy eyebrows, eyes and nose. Body shape wise the man is thin, and barely has any fat at all on his ribs, and has no muscles whatsoever. Although people would barely notice because he wairs old loose fitting textiles that he wraps around himself and holds tight with a rope around his waist. A hood is covering his head and hair. His general look is that of a dirty, malnourished, unwashed and unshaven man. Weapons: Olymp doesn’t carry any weapons, apart from his trusty knife, which he only uses to cut his food with (if he finds any). Items/Personal Belongings/Ownings: His knife, clothes and shabby wood hut in a forest outside of Athens. Personality General Personality: There is really not one way to describe Olymp. Generally the best word to describe him is crazy. Manic is another word, in the excited way. He can become excited about the smallest thing, and can obsess about it for only a minute, or for hours or days. It is hard to talk properly to Olymp because he will generally avoid answering questions, or just play deaf/mute, or start talking about something randomly. However he is far from stupid, although due to his shifting personalities and obsessions this is something people don’t notice at all. At times Olymp is neurotic, and seems to lack certain emotions, or is emotionally unstable. And some situations, smells or objects can trigger an acute panic attacks. Olymp is very impulsive, and as said before can jump from one thing into another thing, or change subjects very quickly without himself noticing. In short, people who have met him or see him walking around Athens and look long enough just to view his behavriour call him crazy. Hobbies: There isn’t really a set hobby that Olymp has. Although he likes to make drawings on anything he can get his hands on about crazy objects and things that will make a person fly. Due to some of his obsessions he might collect the weirdest things for a certain amount of time. Quirks: He has an obsession with flying things. And believes that he will be able to fly too. Fighting Favourite Weapon: None, Olymp doesn’t like weapons. Weapon Skills: He learned to handle a bow and arrows, but that was long ago. And he might not even remember it. Strengths in Fighting: Maybe his craziness will throw people off? Weaknesses in Fighting: No muscle strength, no skills with weapons. Special Abilities: None Background Olymp grew up in a village on the border of Attica, he was then named Solon. Solon was a happy little boy who had an older brother, and a younger sister. He loved his sister dearly, and always helped out his bigger brother out on the fields, who in turn helped their father. Their village lay in a fertile valley where the town’s people mainly grew grapes and olives, and held goats who grazed in the hills. When the boy was six, he got a bird as a pet from his father, and he loved it to pieces. The bird and the boy were inseparable. He didn’t held the bird in a cage, because he loved that the bird could fly freely, but the bird would always return again, or never flew away too far. To his father he told he wanted to learn how to fly too. Who only laughed, and went on with his work. Although Solon said this many times, and thus his big brother took him apart to tell that he was never able to fly, that is was something for the birds and the gods. This disappointed Solon greatly, however he didn’t stop fantasising. And from then on his imagination only grew and the boy seemed to be immerged more and more in his own little fantasy world. He also started to collect the weirdest things, and then forget all about his current collection to start a collection on something else. He would collect stones, shells, then twigs, different colours and more random things. At age ten, just after the work day was done in the afternoon, a man came running from the fields saying that a warlord was coming this way with it’s army. It was however too late, as the advanced guard attacked only a few minutes after on horse, and the other man followed soon. There was no way for the villagers to escape. The warlord and his man plundered the town, and killed everyone who they came across. Some village man tried to put up a fight, but without organisation, and over-run by 10 to 1 man, it was impossible. To save Solon, his big brother quickly dragged Solon into a pile of hay and told him to stay down and stay silent. Just when Solon had hidden himself, his brother was hit with an arrow, and quickly after killed on the sword of a soldier. Through the hay Solon saw everything happening in front of his young, innocent eyes. When the warlord and his men left, it took Solon hours before he dared to come out. Although eventually he had to because the house behind him caught fire from another house, and the hay would soon burn too. Slowly he made his way around the town, but the only thing he found was devastation, burning or burned down houses and bodies of the people he loved and knew. Just outside the edge of the town he found the bodies of his parents, and a little further away his little sister. He kneeled at her body and cried. The little ten year old boy had lost everything that was dear to him. Although he didn’t know, some survived and had been able to flee into the hills. Sadly the boy didn’t realise this was possible and Solon tracked into a different direction after scurrying through the town for the last remains of food. The little boy didn’t think about burying his parents, brother or sister, it was something the little boy hadn’t really experienced. For years on end the boy wandered through forests and over hills. Stealing food from villages and farms, and going on, without really being seen. Where he once was a happy, socialised boy. The young teenager turned into something that was more feral. Only living to survive. Slowly the young teen came closer to Athens. The weather was good here, and there were enough villages, towns and farms where he could steal. As well as forests to hide in. In a forest not far from Athens he found an old wooden shed. He worked on the shed for a few months when he was around sixteen years old and made it his permanent home. Then when he was twenty, he was finally caught for the first time, stealing. The local Archon decided the boy would spend a year in jail. The towns folk wouldn’t like to have this wildered boy in their prison. Thus the Archon moved him to Athens, where he spend his year in state prison. Life in the prison was hard, and he had even less food then before. When he his time in jail was almost over, a fight arose and Solon was caught in the middle. He became badly injured in the process due not able to defend himself properly. He got knocked hard into a wall, and passed out. After three weeks Solon woke up. He had been brought to one of the temples in Athens where they took care of the sick and ill. He couldn’t remember much and wasn’t able to speak at all anymore. One of the healers spend a few months with Solon. Because he was not able to remember his name, and he spend lots of time sitting in front the statues of gods they called him Olymp. For many years now Olymp has lived in and around Athens, as a Metic. A lot of Athenians know Olymp, but really have no clue where he lives, how he gets his food or what he does when they do not see them around. There are also times that outsiders call him names and scare him away from the Angora due to his appearance. It’s not uncommon that people who don’t know him, and little kids are scared of him. Roleplay example / OOC Information Name: Hilda Age: 21 Gender: Female ^^ Country: Netherlands How did you find us?: … Edited by Olymp, Apr 28 2008, 02:53 PM.
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