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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:45 pm
Character name: Oliver Keeley Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: XDescribe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Always scared, but he tries hard. Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Nope~ Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Cabbage. Mild, but good. What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? Videogame themes. What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Videogaming. Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Science definitely. What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Someone exuding confidence, but isn't scary enough to frighten him off. What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) He is eager to learn, and very friendly (even easygoing) when he's not terrified. What are your character's personality flaws? He gets scared easily. Very easily. What is your character's favourite colour? Greens, earthy colours. Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: As a Halloween character, Oliver would be a reaper with a little monster familiar. What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? Opposite gender... would be very similar. But in ten years he might have muscles! If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Gently. Who does your character look up to? For now, any hunter who is confident and not scary. What is a great weakness of your character? He spooks easily. What are their favourite foods? Soft drinks and salty snacks. Favourite fashion style? Jeans and geeky print tees. Favourite minipet? Treats, little ones. If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? Describe your character as a mythical creature: A unicorn. Who only comes to the pure of heart, anything else and he'd totally run away. Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain ??? If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Dinosaur Provincial Park, to look at dinosaur bones! If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? (Not sure yet, Oliver is too new.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:03 pm
63. Unexpected
When Oliver was in grade school, there was this kid in class. There wasn't really anything different about him, he played with the other boys, and did well in sports. But his paintings during art time only had himself and his dad. And sometimes himself and his dog. Oliver had always been jealous, he wanted a dog so bad at that age and was never allowed to have one. But the boy never painted his mother. He said he didn't know what his mother looked like, so he couldn't paint her, in that matter-of-fact way young kids often spoke. He said she died, and was up in the sky, watching him so he had to be extra good. And not just around Christmas when Santa was also watching.
Oliver always was glad his mother was waiting to pick him up at the end of the day. The bell would ring, and he would gather up his things, and his mother would be in her large taupe van, waiting. And that knowledge had an immutable quality to it, how things were was how things would be, at least until he was old enough to walk home by himself. And his mom would still be there waiting for him.
Until one day, she wasn't.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:13 pm
76. Rewarding
He had the creature at his mercy. As long as an eighteen wheeler, with huge clawed wings and a tail that whistled through the air and slammed into the earth with the force of a wreaking ball, it was a force to be reckoned with.
And Oliver had been chasing it down. For nearly an hour now he had been locked in battle, swinging his axe with no mercy and sidestepping the heaviest blows with practiced ease. He had used all his skills to trap, poison, and bomb the living daylights out of the giant beast, and finally it was paying off. The creature was weak now, limping and panting as it was once again roused from sleep. Any minute now, and it would be his.
But he didn't have much time left himself. If he didn't hurry and finish it soon, he would be out of luck. The boy had to keep himself in check, if he tried to push too hard, or attack without regard for his defences, he would be killed in an instant. So, with adrenaline rising, his eyes darting towards the time he had left, he laid down one last mighty blow.
The creature howled, falling over, struggling frightfully in it's death throes. And then it was still.
Oliver jumped to his feet and let out a whoop of success, the portable console in one hand still playing it's fanfare music. Quest Success! He sat back down with a grin on his face and turned back to his game. Now, should he fight the monster again? Or move onto the beasts he just unlocked?
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 7:43 pm
23. Music
Somewhere in the dorm building, someone had their music turned up way too loud. Oliver could hear it, the deep bass, the hint of a melody leaking through the walls, the emphasis made even more staccato by the layers of wall separating him. It was nothing he could recognize, there wasn't enough left reaching his ears. Just the bare bones of the beat, punctuated by the silence of the off-beat.
Oliver rolled over in bed, but it did little to mute the volume. The heavy thump seemed to travel louder through the floor, and he could imagine it as a wave travelling straight along the ground, stronger than it's airborne counterpart, all the way to the muffled padding of his mattress.
The resonating sound brought a wave of loneliness with every muted beat. It reminded him of long nights studying by himself, his dad watching old copies of even older concerts with blank, uncaring eyes in the next room. And nights he had wanted to attend the school dance, but had sat outside in the hall by himself, not knowing what he would even do if he went in. It reminded him of the guy in the library who never knew how loud his headphones were set, and the cars that drove by with their speakers blasting as he walked home from class.
It reminded him... Of one particular car ride with his family. His whole family, Mom and Dad in the front seat, him in the back. There was nothing special about it, but there was a good song on the radio. His dad had turned the volume up, and they all sang, all the way home.
That was the memory he chose to hold onto.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:06 pm
37. Regret
The first time Oliver saw her, it was in homeroom class. First day of high school. He sat a few seats behind her, and there was nothing remarkable about her brown hair, or the long, straight cut. She tied her hair back sometimes, like any other girl, with a ponytail or a sloppy twist the girls all called a 'messy bun'. When the morning light cascaded across the desks, her hair was a rich chocolate in colour.
Day after day, he slowly came to memorize the dull, dusty home room while standing for the anthem, and staring blankly through the daily announcements. He knew the posters to the left of the chalkboard and the right, had read them so often he could almost recite their contents by heart. He knew the ridges on his own desk, crudely etched initials from a past student. There were three nicks along the side, only one looked accidental. The other two... keys... and maybe a paper clip judging by the width. And he knew her expression. The smile she gave her friend, another perfectly ordinary girl in the seat next to her. The slight gap between her two front teeth, the way the smile spread all the way across her face. Her eyes were warm and brown, and her lips were always shiny with lipgloss. No colour, just gloss.
When it was time to leave she would swing her bag over one shoulder, and stick her pencil into her hair. Or toss it into her bag if she didn't have her hair tied back, after a half-hearted attempt to secure it in a nonexistent 'messy bun'. And she would hold her friend's bag, while the other girl fixed her skirt. She was perfectly ordinary in every way.
Sometimes, when he remembered her, and the way the sunlight lit up her hair, Oliver felt a painful twist in his stomach. He never had worked up the courage to tell her she was beautiful.
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