Post by oliver elias livingston-burton on Feb 20, 2010 1:09:29 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if OLIVER should fall behind...[/b]
"And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on."
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age almost sixteen, bby!
, rp experience waaay over three years
, how you found us i'm the kinky one, thanks
, contacts on my profile[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames ollie, mollie, moony
, age seventeen
, date of birth march eighteenth
, species were-cat
, canon ignoring D:
, face claim andy sixx <3[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight one hundred twelve pounds
, tattoos&piercings tattoo of stitches on the right side of his mouth, a half-sleeve on both of his arms, his initials tattooed on his chest, a moon on his ribs, lip, tongue, both ears all the way up, navel and septum all pierced.
, distinguishing features pale skin, black hair, pale blue eyes, and his many body modifications.
, physical flaws his scars, body modifications, height (he hates being tall), and the fact that he turns into a cat once a month.
, personal style gothic meets scene, with lots of dark make-up
, general description
Oliver is a rather attractive young man, if you can look past how scary he appears. He has a wide mouth and a nice smile that will just draw you in if you take the time to notice it. His eyes are a bright pale blue, much like a cat's would be,. His nose is rounded, and his lips are plump and soft. His eyes are always ringed with black eyeliner at the least, or leftover makeup from the day before if he forgets to wash it off. The first thing you're most likely to notice about his face is the tattoo pulling up the right side of his mouth that looks like stitches. Creepy, but that's the way Ollie likes it.
For a werecat, Oliver is not built average at all. He's tall, dark, and creepy, where most of his kind are short, dark and a little bit disturbing. His teeth are filed to needle-like points, his arms built with muscle. He's lanky, but not an awkward or lithe sort of lanky. He's just really tall and really skinny. Rather underweight, actually. This might be due to the fact that he never eats, but so what? He's a werecat. The only thing he craves is flesh.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center], dislikes dogs, sweets, lycans, vampires, being touched, airplanes, fireflies, math, quiet, people, bars, fighting, screaming.
, strengths durable, clever, easily amused.
, weaknesses clingy, bitter, sadistic, masochistic, evil, disturbed, annoying, stubborn, persistent, too curious, superiority complex, bitchy, anti-social, schizophrenic, OCD.
, goals live life to the fullest
, fears touch, airplanes, quiet, people, being caught, dogs
, secrets he kills people on a regular basis and it's not because the voices tell him to do it. he eats humans even in human form. he is addicted to coke.
, personality
Oliver might be a pretty boy, but don't get on his bad side, because he will fuck you up so bad. It's very rare if you see him more than one time, because if he takes the time to get to know your name even, you'll be dead within the next twenty-four hours. Sure, he's insane, but that's not why he kills people. No, he kills people because he can't stand them, and he does enjoy eating humans. He's a total bastard, a coke addict, and he completely loves torturing people, even if he doesn't plan on killing them today. He's pretty damn evil, and he hates everything but his pet cat and his brother, who helps him torment and murder. He's not a happy camper, it must be said. He'd never been happy in his entire life as a matter of fact. Happy was never really something that he cared about.
So Ollie's a pretty twisted bastard, huh? He acts like he's invincible, like nothing can touch him. He's got a few weaknesses, and if you manage to figure them out, you can prolong your death a little more. He's utterly terrified of touch. And dogs. And airplanes. And quiet. And people. The only way to make sure he doesn't kill you is by making him as uncomfortable as possible and keep your distance. He cant stand crowds at all, and will simply freeze up if he ever sees a dog. Sure, it might be a silly b\fear to some, but when you're half-cat, dogs are scary, yes. He has a superiority complex, though, so if you do not submit to him and give him what he wants, he will take it from you and make sure you remember that he is much more important than you with a curb stomp or a knife to the throat. You can try to mess with him, but honestly? Running is safer.[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father deceased
, mother unknown
, sibling(s) twin brother
, pet(s) a cat named howl and any humans he happens to take a liking to
, other family mostly all of them are deceased
, history
Oliver and his brother were a result of a half of a bottle of vodka, two martinis and two bottles of Jack. You see, their mother had never even touched alcohol before that party. Apparently, she’d taken a liking to the harder alcohol, which got her to lose her virginity to her best guy friend and get pregnant all in the same night. She didn’t even remember that night when she woke up in the morning, having only an extreme headache and hangover from it. Her best friend, never mentioned it, either. The only way she even figured out that she was pregnant was because of her lack of a period for a month and the fact that she seemed to be gaining weight rather quickly. The second she figured it out, she called up her best friend, crying, and he told her it was all his fault. It took her a few minutes to figure that out, but when she did, she was not pleased. Her first reaction was to give the baby up, but the father didn’t want her to. So they made an agreement. He’d keep the kid, and she wouldn’t ever have to see the baby after she delivered. Easy. Simple.
The pregnancy went fine, although the fact that she was having twins was rather surprising. Once the twins were born, their mother disappeared. Her family just up and left, no warning to friends or relatives in the area. Everyone suspected they were killed, but that case has yet to be solved. The twins were left on their father’s doorstep with all their papers, giving him legal guardianship to the boys. Not what he’d been expecting from her, but at least he had the kids, right?
Their childhood was difficult, but they managed, their father always doing anything he could for the boys. By the time they were six-years-old, Oliver was diagnosed with OCD and put in all the special education classes. He absolutely hated it, always getting teased for being stupid by the other kids. This kept up until he was twelve, then he finally hit one of them and he was teased for being a freak as well as stupid.
Right after the incident with the hitting, Ollie started hearing the voices in his head. At first they were just saying his name, making him think that his father was calling his name or something. He’s always ask “Did you say something?” which would be answered with a raised eyebrow and a questioning ‘no’. He never told his father, but he did tell his brother, who didn’t really care. They’d never been close anyways. But at the age of thirteen they were inseparable. Why? Well, their father started drinking, which lead to abuse, which, in turn, led to the twins actually bonding. Ollie was always the more protective one. Or, he tried to be protective, but his OCD and the voices made that as difficult as possible. Things were never easy for the twins after that.
On their thirteenth birthday, their father locked them outside all night. Being afraid of the dark at the time, they pitched such fits, screaming and crying, that they woke up the neighbors, which they weren’t happy about. But their father still wouldn’t let them in. They fell asleep on the back porch, and when they woke up they were in the middle of some field, covered in bloods and feathers and completely naked. And we mustn’t forget the cats. There were hundreds. All curled up against the boys, purring and flicking their tails, keeping the twins warm in the cold night. Now Ollie and his twin were totally freaked out by what was going on and quickly found their way home, sneaking in through the window.
This happened once a month for three years. It took Oliver quite a while to make all these events make sense, and when he did, he finally started remembering what was going on those nights when the two of them would just black out. They were turning into cats. You heard me. Cats. Why? That had no idea, but they were sure as hell going to find out. First person to ask was obvious: their father. But he was so drunk almost constantly that they couldn’t get anything out of him at all. Second resource was the internet. Intense nights studying with very few distractions and finally Oliver figured it out. They were were-cats. As the next full moon came around, things didn’t go quite the same way, where they’d end up eating some helpless pigeon and falling asleep in ‘their field’. This time, they were after bigger game: human.
This started a disturbing addiction for Oliver. Now he wanted to kill people just for the hell of it. His brother didn’t object, either, so once a month, some kids would go misses, or show up as mere bones in one of the rivers. And after a few months the boys decided to take up killing as a hobby. Their last victim was their father before they moved out of England and into the State to wreak their havoc. Oh, how lovely the blood is.[/size][/ul][/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title curiosity killed the cat
, rules word -admin edit-
, rp sample .
lilith, seth, wolfgang, irial, pandora, and kade all say hi![/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
