Post by oliverhayes on Jun 13, 2012 6:09:14 GMT -5
OLIVER MICHEAL HAYES
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Play by: Josh Kloss
Race/Species: Gargoyle
Species Info: While in human form, he has black curved ram horns that hand parallel to the sides of his head (like [this] except black). And when he's in stone form, he has those same horns and he takes on a demonic look.
D.O.B.: August fifteenth
Age they appear: Twenty-seven
Actual age: Eighty-seven
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Features: Standing at six feet and two inches, he's certainly on the tall side. And he's on the muscular side as well, a reflection of the rigorous training that he puts himself through. Having a strong bone structure, he's certainly on the handsome side and the stubble that's usually on his face only seems to add to it. He has very dark brown hair, almost black, and his horns are the same color.
Sexual Preference: Men
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: The only marks on his body are scars from his previous battles, which he wears around proudly. The most notable of which is on his right forearm, a quarter inch thick and five inches long. He also has numerous fading scars along his back from the whippings he got back when he was training to become a Guardian.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Stubborn, hypocritical, poor social skills, bottled up, reckless, too strict, and obsessive.
Skills/Strengths: Independent, loyal, righteous, skill combatant, determined, strong willed, and patient.
Likes:
- Coffee
- Solitude
- Working
- Justice
- Praise
Dislikes:
- Loud noises
- Needles violence
- Liars
- Failure
- Criminals
Other Information: He can be too serious for his own good, and he's a complete perfectionist. He also hasn't told anyone that he's gay, instead he always uses the excuse that he's "too busy" for relationships.
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History: For generations the Hayes had been Guardians, so it was only expected that Oliver follow the same path even before he was born. All he did for his entire life was try to live up to his family’s expectations, always striving for success. It made a perfectionist out of him and he even got as bad for hating himself for his failures and his father’s stern looks never really did help with that any. Ever since he was young he was trained to be a warrior, practically forced into the mindset of one and body sculpted into a soldier’s.
Thanks to Oliver’s hard work before he turned eighteen and went through the rite of passage for being a Guardian, he actually made it through relatively easily. Not to say it was difficult, but he had an advantage over the other trainees because he had a significant head start in his training. Of course it was tough, but he never let himself dwell on the thought of failure, not even wanting to know what would become of him if he failed and disappointed his family.
It has been nearly seventy years since he has become a Guardian, and he has spent his life acting the part of an obedient little soldier. Without question he would follow orders, no matter how strange they were. So when he was stationed in the human realm to look after the tree and protect everyone from evil. For the most part he has kept himself hidden while he’s active during the night, never having been the sort who likes to draw attention to himself.
RP Sample: (this is of the same character, but in this story he was a cop and he looked different)
The cop could barely even hear the muffled words through the door, their meanings not registering in the least. What was being said? He couldn't tell, just trying to concentrate made the pain in his head worse. Although he could hear the door open and he knew what that mean, someone was coming in. In this hazed state, he couldn't remember that he didn't want anyone in his office- hell, he could hardly remember he was in his office. Closed eyes slowly opened, looking over to see the open door, a pair of feet, and his table blocking off the rest of the person. Except the scene was repeated five times, one image in the middle and four circling around it.
Another nauseous wave and he closed his eyes again, the spinning making him feel sick. "Adler?" The word was barely loud enough for even him to hear, making him sound far more fragile than he would ever like to. He didn't dare utter another word after that, as he felt as if he'd empty out whatever was in his stomach if he opened his mouth again. Clenching his jaw, he tightened the curled position he was in- his arms hugging his knees to his chest. His shivering continued, his skin practically shining in what little light there was in the room due to the cold sweat. And with his face flushed as well, it would take a blind person to not be able to tell there was something wrong with him. Then again, even they might be able to tell because of his shaky breaths.
Even with how long he had been working on this case, he had never gotten this sick. Sure he had fallen ill a few times, but he couldn't remember it ever being this bad, but then again he was having some trouble with thinking at the moment. He had been able to take care of himself those other times, so why shouldn't he be able to this time? So what if it was a bit worse? And- wait, Adler was there too. That finally registered in his mind despite him already having asked that. Well that was just great, he was showing this much weakness in front of the killer. He could take care of this himself, damn it. He had before and he could now. In this state his stubborn nature still shined brightly.
Oliver started to pick himself off the ground, figuring that if he took things nice and slow then he wouldn't collapse again. That was the theory, at least. Rolling a bit so he was on his knees, he put his hands on top of the table and started lifting himself up. "I'm fine," everything seemed to be betraying that statement; his arms shaking under the pressure of his body, the pained look in his eyes, breathing becoming even more ragged with movement. Shifting his weight to his legs instead of his arms, he stood up straight, as if to prove his point. Because if he could stand, then he was fine. Perfect logic, that was... At the very least it made sense to a sick guy who had trouble thinking straight.
"Now get-" the blond was about to tell the other to leave while taking a step around the table, a mistake on his part. When he tried switching his weight between his legs, the one he was stepping on gave out, which caused him to start falling towards the ground. Oliver didn't catch himself until he was back on his knees, his right arm resting on the table to keep himself steady. His heart was racing as he closed his eyes once more, thinking that the dizzy feeling had something to do with why he fell. He didn't dare try moving again as he tried to compose himself.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Rabble
Other Characters you play: None
How long have you been RPing: About three years
How did you find us? Nicholas told me about this place
