Name: Oliver
Picture:
What? Done by the lovely Ryuthulhu
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Prisoner: (Yes)
Crime: Crack dust Manufacturing, possession, forging healer knots, resisting arrest/assault, murder and arson
Candidate: ? He has a rather glaring series of violent crimes, so he can't be a 'Actual candidate'. Would I like him to Impress? Yes
Former Craft/Rank: Back alley doc/ Journeyman and 'Dust manufacturing
Appearance: Oliver is rawboned, he is tall, lanky and all sharp angles and underweight. His hair is kept to a soft black fuzz with a half dollar size allowed to grow long at the base of his skull and braided in a tail. His hair is flat black in color. His eyes are narrow in shape, heavy lidded with a long fringe of lash giving him a sleepy look. Oliver's irises are bright chartreuse green, sharp and alert. He is pale, not pasty, his profession keeping him indoors most of the time. He is also redwort stained from finger tips to elbows, giving his forearms a slightly burnt look. His face like the rest of him is sharp, mainly his hooked, sharp ridged nosed and angular chin. His face is rather long, narrow and he has thin lips. The upper is softer, and his mouth is a tad wide giving him very toothy smiles that are often meant to be less then friendly.
Personality:
"Well, that a nasty looking gaping wound you have there, kid. Here, drink this while I work." "What did you do now, Crackhead?" Jaded. Oliver has seen it all and in the last few years has worked grudgingly at best. He has the dead brought in by Crackheads, stitched gaping wound, and done his best to set broken bones. His emotions range from bored to irrationally amused at work, depending on the severity of the case. Perforated bowel and torn guts, he really can't do anything about. "Sorry, you are dead... but, might as well go out sloshed." Dirty, but he has strong wine or beer and willing to provide it to his walking dead patients and any kin they might have. Beer pong with little stone marbles and mugs with the dying is likely not proper protocol, and Oliver more likely to sip then chug but why not?
Morality is gray, Oliver really doesn't have a moral compass that goes white to black. Instead it all various shades of gray and how does this help me and mine? His profession makes him useful enough to keep around and reasonably safe. It also makes him a target from rival gangs wanting to muscle in. Kill a person wanting to kill him, okay, crackskull had it coming. Kill someone to keep the gang heads happy, okay, nasty but keeps him from getting punish. Kill someone for no reason... what the, whatever for? That a waste of time and effort and just squick. Manufacturing 'Crack dust well, they are going to get it somewhere. Pay him.
"What are you doing little brother?" Oliver entire demeanor soften around his little brother. They are comfortable and a strange mix of Father/Son/Brothers. Oliver somewhat dotes on his younger sibling. He is nearly always willing to spend some time with his little brother, providing a ear to listen or a comforting hug after a rough day. He rather protective and at times crosses lines he normally wouldn't to keep his sibling safe. Oliver splits their shares of food to favor his sibling and spent a number of marks to hire a teacher for Hollin so his brother was at least literate. Don't threaten Hollin, Oliver will make your life miserable.
Insecure, Oliver a bit of a smart aleck and devil may care attitude stems from the knowledge that he lives in a hell hold. He is never going to get out of it. He has a younger brother to care for, his father is dead weight, his knots are forged. His gang leader will most definitely kill him if he attempted to leave. So he puts on a rakish appearance to make himself seem confident and secure in his life style. Looking weak will get him shived. He really doesn't want to get shived.
Intelligent, Oliver is a rather intelligent young man. His wits keep him alive and his nearly photographic memory sort of covers for his total lack of literacy. He works his trade by memory of touch, smell, and shape of the plants and a major dosage of common sense. He also follows gut instinct when meeting new people, some smile so charmingly and then attempt to slit your throat.
History: Oliver ended up born in a 'Dust gang. His father was relatively clean with a minor dust addiction that started to get bad by the time his baby brother Hollin was born. Things started on a steady decline and by the time Oliver was fourteen he was the sole care taker of his younger sibling. His father was too dust dazed to handle a toddler.
Recap: Oliver and Hollin father is an addict, their mother/mothers are likely whores. His father was an alright caretaker for about ten years, after that he succumbed to his 'dust addiction. Oliver doesn't know who his mother is, she didn't stick around long. He can just remember Hollin's as sort of worn pretty. She stayed around long enough for Hollin to switch to solids and then left.
Oliver besides caring for his brother was also underfoot to an rather ancient alcoholic healer. He didn't care to stay home and knew he had to find a way to make himself useful. Arow didn't care as long as he worked. Arow was stern, grouchy, and mean when sauced but he was a decent teacher. Who ended up hitting the end of the bottle during a change in gang control.
Recap
Oliver starts learning his trade. He recognizes common herbs, knows some ways to prep herbs :decoctions, distillations, infusions, and tinctures. He has a rundown of sanitizing procedures. Hollin is five and always under foot. Hollin also ended up with an bad infestation of lice that ended up with his head shaved that turn. The gang they are in has had a major shift in power as the old gang leader dies and his two sons have a show down. The youngest of his sons, Fahd, wins and Arow dies from liver/alcohol poisoning.
Fahd has many changes planned in the works. Intelligent and ruthless, he cleaned house first... bloody hunting down any loyalist that might linger after his brother's death. He had his ultimately loyal force a curfew on the gang population and after dealing with his brother's party started to trim the gang's population. You would be useful, because Fahd had a lot of places to hide the bodies. Oliver ends up apprenticed to a female healer named Saain. His father is deemed useful enough and Hollin is given a pass for the moment.
Recap
Oliver is eighteen... it been a tense two years but his new master isn't a alcoholic so that is a plus. Saain demands perfection, so that part rather sucks. Besides 'Dust making he is starting to learn more. Basic first aid, the names and use of tools. The making of ointments and salves. Medical terms and basic diagnoses. Hollin is seven and still tailing his elder sibling like a little mini-me shadow. Their father is put to work busting kneecaps and generally making examples for his fix. The man is not a part of their life at all.
Two years later and Oliver is still working with Saain. Hollin is starting to tag along with the rest of the gang's kids, learning to be look out and casing places. Saain is having Oliver gather fresh plants and learn how to prep and dry them. Oliver is starting to handle cases by himself, mostly minor things. They might be in a relationship, they are getting a bit chummy.
Recap: Oliver is learning herb lore, stiches, and poultices. Hollin is no longer under his feet but he does worry. Oliver is twenty and denies any interest in Saain at all. The girl smacks hard. Hollin is nine and rather enjoying himself. Their father is rather dust dazed and spending more of his time near comatose and high.
Two years later, Saain disappears. Oliver think it is because she was getting uppity with the gang head. His younger brother is officially a gang scout and helping tote 'Dust to the street dealers. Oliver finds himself settling in Saain's shoes as a medic and manufacture. His father is about worthless and Fahd has started to expand their control.
Recap: Oliver is at most teetering between Sr. Apprentice/Journey man level healing. He is twenty two. Hollin is eleven. Fahd has settled in and starting to rapidly expand the gang's territory. He is targeting mainly weaker gangs but also pushing at the larger gangs near the boundaries
Fahd has gone mad. Oliver really didn't care to kill anyone, but between ending some rival gang members life or letting his young brother do it. Well, his younger brother innocents wins out every time... sorry you poor dim glow. Oliver is not a happy camper the next four years. Fahd is demanding a new kill every year to prove his loyalty and he has an influx of trauma patients as the violence escalates.
Oliver believes that one of the other gangs tipped the Watch off. He is not sure what happened to Fahd in the chaos, but he hopes the b*****d died. Oliver heard about the raid late and attempted to set fire to the dust to get rid of the evidence. The fire sort of spread and ended up as a rather bad idea. Umm... oopse? He doesn't really regret it and loathes the gang boss. Shaft him. Smoke attracted the guard and he ran. He was not going to make it easy for the guard. Though kicking the one in the kneecap might have been a bad idea when he tried struggling out of the Watches grip.
Hello Warden's weyr... ugh
Other stuff:Q&A
Do you have a weakness?
"Did you do something to my brother? If you did, I will geld you with a rusty spoon after I glue your lips together so you can't scream."
His brother. Oliver basically raised Hollin and is a tad protective. It is a rather glaring weakness, but basically growing up in the slums with a drug addict father, Hollin is all he has.
Isn't that umm... violent? What about kids?
Oliver is more confrontational sarcasm then all out violent, the most violent he gets is usually slapping dimglows when they interfere with his work. 'Don't pick at the stitches with your filthy fingers.' The threats are reserved for adults that mess with his brother. By mess, I mean a thirty year old man giving his eleven year old kid brother unnecessary attention. Oliver gives kids that haze, bully his brother the stink eye. That usually works well enough.
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