Post by Nohrian Scum on Apr 25, 2016 20:19:38 GMT -7
Name: Oliver Greene
Age: 19
Birthday: April 16th
Residence: Tuttosol, Lualdi Region
Appearance: Oliver is fairly average in height and build for the men of Tuttosol. Clocking in at 5'7" and 150 lbs, he's wholly unremarkable at first glance. He has soft green eyes and short, wavy brown hair that is usually unstyled or even brushed because he just can't be bothered. Those that see him swear they know him, that he seems familiar, but he chalks it up to just "having one of those faces." He's lightly sunkissed and freckly from spending so much time in the sun and his hair is slightly sun bleached as a result. His button nose and petite lips give him almost doll-like features, or they would... if he weren't constantly frowning.
Oliver's wardrobe consists of mostly tank-tops and cargo shorts, hiking boots, and long-socks. He's always got a pair of thick leather gloves in his back pocket and his sunglasses are often haphazardly resting on his head, ready to tip off at any moment. He dresses for Tuttosol and embraces its atmosphere, paying homage to the city's gardens by being ready to tend to one at any moment. His tops are generally slightly loose-fitting and layered over tight, sporty undershirts. Three adjectives to describe the contents of his closet would be comfort, ease-of-movement, and reliability. The colors of his clothes are generally bright and pastel; pinks, purples, and blues are especially common, though his shorts are almost always a muted tan. His boots, which he rarely abandons for more fashionable shoes, are dark brown and offset by brightly colored socks that are rolled down or bunched near his ankles.
Personality: Annoyed, tired, and impatient. Oliver is a right here, right now kind of guy. He's a go-getter with a determined streak, stubborn as a bull, and fairly to-the-point. He's easy enough to get along with if he's not in a hurry, which is almost never. Though he can be a handful, he generally means well and doesn't genuinely wish badly on anyone, just that they would get out of his damn way.
Though he's sarcastic and witty, he doesn't think of himself as a "funny" person. He's admittedly rather self-conscious about it, thinking himself hateful, but he won't be quick to admit that. He holds his feelings in to everyone but his brother, who is pretty much the only person he can have a conversation with without getting annoyed or bored. He finds most people either too simple or too pretentious with very little in-between, so he's not terribly social.
Oliver is active and loves the outdoors. He'll sooner spend the day in his mother's garden than sit inside and watch television, and though he isn't particularly sporty he's competitive to a fault. This can get him into trouble, especially in feats of human endurance or strength, because he refuses to accept his own limits. His ideal, perfect day, though, is out hiking by a river, just him, his thoughts, and maybe some snacks...
With a mouth like a sailor and an even worse appetite, you especially don't want to be in his way when it comes to food. He's prone to "hangry" streaks and will take it out on whoever is in his way first. He's like a totally different person when he's full and satisfied, though that side of him is rarely seen thanks to how active he is. He more easily trusts people who are willing to cook for him because he is admittedly not very good at it.
Age: 19
Birthday: April 16th
Residence: Tuttosol, Lualdi Region
Appearance: Oliver is fairly average in height and build for the men of Tuttosol. Clocking in at 5'7" and 150 lbs, he's wholly unremarkable at first glance. He has soft green eyes and short, wavy brown hair that is usually unstyled or even brushed because he just can't be bothered. Those that see him swear they know him, that he seems familiar, but he chalks it up to just "having one of those faces." He's lightly sunkissed and freckly from spending so much time in the sun and his hair is slightly sun bleached as a result. His button nose and petite lips give him almost doll-like features, or they would... if he weren't constantly frowning.
Oliver's wardrobe consists of mostly tank-tops and cargo shorts, hiking boots, and long-socks. He's always got a pair of thick leather gloves in his back pocket and his sunglasses are often haphazardly resting on his head, ready to tip off at any moment. He dresses for Tuttosol and embraces its atmosphere, paying homage to the city's gardens by being ready to tend to one at any moment. His tops are generally slightly loose-fitting and layered over tight, sporty undershirts. Three adjectives to describe the contents of his closet would be comfort, ease-of-movement, and reliability. The colors of his clothes are generally bright and pastel; pinks, purples, and blues are especially common, though his shorts are almost always a muted tan. His boots, which he rarely abandons for more fashionable shoes, are dark brown and offset by brightly colored socks that are rolled down or bunched near his ankles.
Personality: Annoyed, tired, and impatient. Oliver is a right here, right now kind of guy. He's a go-getter with a determined streak, stubborn as a bull, and fairly to-the-point. He's easy enough to get along with if he's not in a hurry, which is almost never. Though he can be a handful, he generally means well and doesn't genuinely wish badly on anyone, just that they would get out of his damn way.
Though he's sarcastic and witty, he doesn't think of himself as a "funny" person. He's admittedly rather self-conscious about it, thinking himself hateful, but he won't be quick to admit that. He holds his feelings in to everyone but his brother, who is pretty much the only person he can have a conversation with without getting annoyed or bored. He finds most people either too simple or too pretentious with very little in-between, so he's not terribly social.
Oliver is active and loves the outdoors. He'll sooner spend the day in his mother's garden than sit inside and watch television, and though he isn't particularly sporty he's competitive to a fault. This can get him into trouble, especially in feats of human endurance or strength, because he refuses to accept his own limits. His ideal, perfect day, though, is out hiking by a river, just him, his thoughts, and maybe some snacks...
With a mouth like a sailor and an even worse appetite, you especially don't want to be in his way when it comes to food. He's prone to "hangry" streaks and will take it out on whoever is in his way first. He's like a totally different person when he's full and satisfied, though that side of him is rarely seen thanks to how active he is. He more easily trusts people who are willing to cook for him because he is admittedly not very good at it.
