Post by OLIVER ZACHARY HOLLAND on Nov 2, 2009 20:45:59 GMT
OLIVER ZACHARY HOLLAND
FULL NAME; oliver zachary holland
NICKNAMES; ollie
GENDER; male
AGE; seventeen
BIRTHDAY; december thirteenth
YEAR; seventh
SEXUALITY; heterosexual (curious)
HOUSE; hufflepuff
JOB; n/a, student
BLOOD; muggle-born
CANON OR ORIGINAL?; original
PLAY-BY; joshua farro
HAIR;
oliver never was one to keep up with his hair cuts, it always took several months of his mother’s nagging to make him finally cut it. every few months it’ll be cropped pretty short just so he can let it grow long and shaggy once more, you’ll be lucky if you catch him on a day where he’s actually brushed it though he somehow gets away with it and it always looks rather well kept. pretty handy really. a dark brown in tones, it compliments his slightly olive skin perfectly.
EYES;
just like his hair, his eyes were inherited from his italian mother. dark brown, almost to the extent of blending in with his pupils. even when angry ollie’s eyes always contain a certain degree of warmth that‘s just unavoidable and pretty darn comforting. plus, they happen to make excellent weapons when partnered with a mock pout in getting his way.
HEIGHT;
bordering on tall, ollie is just under six foot. maybe not toweringly tall but it’s usually tall enough to at least stand over the female species at least. his mother being very petite and his father being tall as hell, ollie seems to have landed a comfortable middle in which he doesn’t feel the need to slouch awkwardly or walk on his tip toes in an attempt to even it out.
WEIGHT;
oliver’s weight would be pretty low without taking his muscle mass into consideration however with it, it considerably tips the scales. hardly a body builder yet it’s still obvious ollie can take care of himself pretty darn well. his muscle mass not gained from ‘taking care of himself’ though, he’s far to introverted and gentle for that but instead years of playing various instruments including the drums have built it up.
TATTOES/PIERCINGS/BIRTHMARKS;
he lacks any tattoos, oddly enough quite fearful of the idea, the noise always puts him off getting one done yet at the age of fourteen he was able to pierce his lips, or rather bribe a friend to poke the nearest pointy object through it to enable him to shove a ring in it’s place. fancy eh?
LIKES;
Learning new skills that take his fancy, his time alone, reflecting, close friends, music, live music, playing instruments, learning something new, quiet places, anyone he feels comfortable around, affection, writing, drawing, painting, the rain, first days of winter, snow, most foods containing sugar.
DISLIKES;
manipulative people, meeting new people, those who assume because he’s sweet as hell he isn’t capable of a good ol’ fight, terrible cooking, the smell of hospitals or any sort of strong disinfectant, being told that he’s wrong, being proven wrong, the prospect of leaving school and having to get a job, his parents constant attempts to learn about what he does.
STRENGTHS;
loyalty to those he loves, he works exceptionally hard to get what he desires, doesn’t give up very easily, open to other’s opinions (most of the time), a good friend once someone gets to that level, he has his moments when he can be an absolute spazz (it’s quite endearing really) but is usually quite mature and grounded.
WEAKNESSES;
finds it hard making friends and trusting people not to be complete assholes behind his back, he’s clumsy as hell when he gets distracted, spends his time trying to fit too much in, despite being intelligent he’s only ever a decent student because he’s always so far away in classes.
FEARS;
never knowing quite what he wants to do with his life, the difference between he and his family somehow distancing them, being rather socially inept for the rest of his sodding life.
GOALS;
to find aspirations worthy of following, completing his schooling to a better than average standard, being happy in life and not just settling for something mediocre.
PERSONALITY;
HOMETOWN;
MOTHER; heather holland, thirty six, muggle, unemployed
FATHER; edward holland, forty two, muggle, self-employed
SIBLINGS; n/a
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY; n/a
HISTORY;
NAME/ALIAS; m…though i shall answer to anything…almost >.<
AGE; eighteeen
EXPERIENCE; several years
TIMEZONES; gmt
OTHER;
SAMPLE;today so far wasn’t going all that well, elliot had finally made the discovery that there were no normal days here, they were either brilliantly wonderful or just downright shit. today was turning out to be the latter of the two however there was still some time for improvement. it was barley even noon and she already found herself in a whole heap of trouble, trouble here though meant she just had to sit on her own for a little while. she had yet to get into trouble with any of the other teenagers about the place, she seemed to be the one who caused the trouble though you would have never guessed by just glancing at the bottle blonde sitting in isolation. she looked perfectly harmless though that was simply because she had been cleaned up. awoken quite rudely this morning by a resident nut case, she slipped from her bunk to confront the strange figure rooting through her tacky possessions. upon questioning them quite bluntly they then decided to accuse poor elliot of being insane. now of course she couldn’t take this, and the fact that she wanted to use her new toy caused her to lunge at the strange creature.
she managed to get bitten by the rabid nut in the process, against her collar bone there was still the obvious outline of teeth. this strange choice of retaliation didn’t deter her as she slipped out from under her pillow a small razor that her clever little hands had managed to get hold of and before the slightly older teenager was able to react she had torn through the flesh of his abdomen. standing back, instead of continuing on she watched the creature writhe and cry in pain, a slight smirk pressed to her features as she stepped closer with morbid curiosity to peer at the hole in his shirt. she leaned down to prod at it, fascination printed across pale, childlike features. growing dark with blood, it was a thrilling scene before his irritating sounds cause staff to wonder their way. it was just bad luck and still dressed in her pyjamas, she had no tine to conceal the blade, so elliot being the clever little fox she was tossed it beneath her tongue.
clever considering moments after she had done it, the coppery taste of her own blood filled her mouth. silently congratulating herself on such a stupid move she remained silent, not wanting to give away where her weapon was hidden or slice her tongue into any more bits for that matter. she was searched, her bloody fingers that had probed the boys would cleaned and then dragged to isolation whilst they would try figure out where she hid the shard object she caused so much damage with. now she found herself sitting, her knees pressed to her chest as the took a rather protective posture against the floor in the corner of the room. it was only after about ten minutes of being alone did she sneakily slip the blade from her mouth. coated in a thin membrane of her own blood she wiped it clean on her shirt before slipping it safely to the ground behind her sitting form.
her small form dressed in a baggy white sex pistols shirt, old tour dates were printed along the back though sadly she had only found it in a second-hand store instead of actually seeing them. her lower torso clad in a pair of flimsy grey shorts she always wore to bed, bare feet propped against the cold floor, keeping her pale legs from touching the surface. she looked like she had just stumbled into the room by mistake, if it weren’t from the rather clearly visible red stain against her light shirt. poking out her tongue she made an attempt to somehow twist it to be able to peer at the damage caused to the underside, still bleeding slightly, she pressed her thumb to the base of her tongue to produce an imprint of the shallow wound. usually when getting a cut, say on her hands, she would draw her mouth to it to help stop the bleeding however that would have been quite difficult considering the circumstances. licking the blood from her thumb, an irritated sigh slipped from her lips as she allowed her head to rest back against the wall. even as footsteps approached from behind the heavy doors she didn’t pay much mind, her thoughts fixed to her own predicament.
see what I mean about a pretty shit start to a day? it wasn’t the best.
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