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Oliver Hollen

Roleplay: "Vae Victis"

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Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Orphaned



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Synopsis
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Description

Oliver is 27 years old, but feels like he’s 40. The man is a lany guy about 5’9. He’s kind of loose and chill with the way he stands. Oliver doesn’t have any training marks on his arms or face, but he has a scar across his belly.





Personality

An easy going guy, he really had a head for the smart crap but he wasted a lot of his talent on MJ, his favorite past time. Oliver can make some pretty witty statements and know things about tech, but he can be too relaxed and shrug things off. Denoting a laziness. He flunked a lot of classes, even though he was really good, because he simply didn’t care about proving he knew crap. He knew he knows it, so that’s good enough for him.





Equipment / Abilities
o-Standard Raider gear
o-A hidden stash of weed
o-Random philosophical books he had never opened.


History

Oliver is a Raider because his father was a Raider and his mother insisted on him going for that. He isn’t athletically inept, he just needs a boost to get going. His mother also felt that taking on the responsibility of being a Raider would help his sister S’Rye, who is a passionate little thing. S’Rye is so bent on being there for her human race! Oliver has always supported his little sister, so he didn’t mind going in on it with her. The passion to do this would come later.


In his early years, he was bullied a lot. One day, one of the bullies who regularly attacked him was taken down by J'aquen Ryder. Since that time on, he thought it would be very smart to make friends with this big tough guy. Oliver was the 'mouther' who spouted off things while J'aquen beat the crap out of idiots who were bullying others. No one bothered with Oliver from that point on. When J'aquen took off for being a Raider, Oliver was still riding on J'aquens protection wave. Even if it was just business at first, Oliver became J'aquens true best friend. When Oliver became a Raider he made sure to see to J'aquen. He and him are still really great friends.


“Statistical fact, a cop won’t pull a guy over who has a big one of these-” Oliver held up the overly sized bong with smoke wafting out of it. “-They fear this man. They know he sees farther than they, and he will bind them with ancient logics.” Oliver was so casually and strong in this tripped up state that his confidence nearly pulled Nikita into believing him...nearly.


“Shut up and put that away, you stoner.” She rolled her eyes.


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