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[oliver creighton;]

YOU;;
OOC name;
Just call me Truth. [: Or.. Ollie I guess, haha.

CHARACTER;;
Full Name;
Oliver James Creighton.

Nicknames;
Oliver, Leopard, Ollie.

Age;
Eighteen.

APPEARANCE;;
Build;
Oliver is a pretty weird person, clothing and appearance wise. He’s one to mix up his outfits so that he looks half emo and half Goth one day, half rocker and half hippie the next. He’s sort of obsessed with hot pink and green, so if he’s seen one day with one or both colours in his normally charcoal black hair, don’t be surprised. He’s also obsessed with leopards—the big cats, the animal print, and so on—and bandanas, and often has one or both of those in his outfit for the day somewhere; it’s just something that he became interested in. And it stuck.

To say it bluntly: Oliver’s short. Not short short, but not the height that a guy his age should be. He stands at about 5ft3in, and only weighs about 115, maybe a tad more, but, as one of his best friends used to say, he’s a tiny kid. The height he can understand—he drinks nothing but caffeine based drinks, coffee stuff mostly—but the weight, he can’t. He eats like a horse, but its not like he cares how much he weighs as long as its not unhealthy. Normally dressing in jeans and chuck taylors, that’s the only constant pattern in his ever-changing clothing routine; like I said, he could look half one thing and half another, while half one thing and another thing the next, but his chucks, jeans, and leopard print are always something he wears everyday. Another thing he’s never seen without is a thin gold chain holding a Celtic knotwork cross that was his brother Chrys’s. He wears it all the time, since he was really close to his brother.

He’s got sort of a weird eye colour; it’s a mix of grey and blue, often intensified by carefully applied lines of eyeliner. And although the eyeliner is only a sort of once or twice a week thing, he sometimes goes a little to crazy with it, but only when he feels like it. Most of the time he can’t be bothered with it, though.. Oliver’s got bad eyesight, and, as well as being half colour-blind, he’s got to wear contacts or he’ll be blind as a bat, which wouldn’t be a good thing; he’d run into everything that could possibly be ran into, and has broken his nose before doing so. His hair hangs in his eyes most of the time, and is charcoal black, but is often styled oddly to fit his mood. It’s thick and shiny, most of the time, and he can’t deny that he’s vain about his hair; because if he did, he’d just be lying. It’s not the bad, bragging sort of vain, it’s just the ‘I love my hair more than you, get over it’ joking type of vain.

As already said, Oliver is more short and thin than anything, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s a weak little kid.. He’s got some muscle to him, but it doesn’t look like it. Switching to another random thing in his appearance; tattoos and piercings. The centre of his bottom lip is pierced, as well as his tongue, and his tattoos consist of the words ‘leopard king’ in-between his shoulder-blades, and a cartoon skull right underneath. Like I said, the boy’s obsessed with leopards. His nails are often painted, and in different patterns; one day they could be not painted at all, the next, one hand could be done all in black, and the other in both black and white. Like his hair, it depends on his mood. His skin tone is a pale tan, and.. I guess that’s about it for appearance.

Scars;
Quite a few. None along his wrists, since he’s not a cutter, but more along the lines of scars from accidents; like minor car crashes, sadistic friends, his own stupidity—that kind of thing. He’s been in a few car crashes, although none were serious and only resulted in a few small scars on his forehead and cheeks. The sadistic friend thing is another subject within itself, but he’s got scars almost all over from their stupid antics. One of which was pushing him out of a treehouse and making him break his wrist and elbow.

Flaws;
Oliver has his flaws, like everyone else; at times he can be much to hyper and end up hurting someone or breaking something because of it. Happened before. He’s also got a minor anger problem, which can be sparked by almost anything—especially family issues and the like—if its used to provoke him long enough. Hmm. He’s also sort of.. protective, I guess, of his close friends and such, and he’s willing to fight for any of them; especially while drunk.. its just best to not provoke him in that state, because its not pretty.


PERSONALITY;;
Personality;
Oliver is hard to describe, personality wise. At times, he can be the sweetest guy you know, and other times, he can be a mean asshole. Depends on what mood you catch him in. Oliver is his own person; an individual. He doesn’t follow trends, despite the complete look he’s gained over the eighteen years he’s been alive, and still adds stuff to his look every day or so. So don’t call him a ‘trend-follower’ or anything else of that sort, because he’s not. Just because he happens to have almost the same look as almost every other boy in America, doesn’t mean he follows the same trend. He’s much to rebellious and independent for that.

Just like everyone else, Oliver has his ups and downs. He’s bi-polar, and has rare bursts of depression, as well as a small anger problem. He has respect for everyone until they somehow prove to him that they don’t deserve it – and some people naturally don’t have his respect, including prostitutes, abusive people, and those who tell him what to do. Oh, he hates being told what to do. He’s actually a rather friendly person, you just have to get over his ‘tough’ exterior, because, if you don’t, it won’t get you anywhere with him.

Oliver loves to joke around with people, especially those who’ll joke back with him, and his friends normally call him ‘the emo, gothic weirdo teddy bear’ because, for one, his outside appearance, and, for two, because he’s so huggable and loveable. Just because he’s the ‘emo, gothic weirdo teddy bear’ doesn’t mean that his personality can’t match his appearance. Oh, god, don’t think that – if you get him angry, you might as well run and hide. Or dig your own grave. You choose. When he’s angry – which isn’t very often – people probably think that he’s always that way. But his anger hardly lasts long, and it’s a rare occurrence anyway.

As unlikely as it seems, Oliver does have a shy side. Uncanny, isn’t it? I’d say. But he does, and it’s only noticeable if he’s in one of his ultra-rare bouts of depression, or if he’s around someone he has a crush on. Beware, the boy’s bi. Anyway. Rebellious is another way to describe Oliver – a rule breaker, pretty much a total bad boy.. another thing to halfway match his appearance. Yep. So now, I guess he’s the ‘emo, gothic weirdo bad boy teddy bear’? Hm. Catchy. Like most ‘bad boys’ he’s got a soft side, but you probably figured that.. It’s unlikely you’ll ever figure out where that soft side is, but yeah. So, basically, that’s about it for his personality.

Likes;
Sharpies. Leopards. Piercings. Tattoos. Chuck taylors. Big cities. Fresh air. Music; Three Days Grace, I Am Ghost, Breaking Benjamin, My Chemical Romance, and From First to Last mostly, but listens to a lot more. Animals. Smirnoff Ice.

Dislikes;
Panic attacks. Creeps. Bright, cheery people who are way too happy. Pills. Drugs. Cigarettes. Cigarette smoke. Drunk drivers; lost his brother because of one. His parents, but what teen doesn’t? Controlling people. Small towns.

PAST;;
Family;
kelly; mom—long gone.
alexandre; dad—left.
julie; big sis—married, two kids.
chrys; older bro—car crash.
andrew; little bro—jdc.

History;
In all truth; Oliver had a pretty good life prior to moving to Los Angeles; his family wasn’t rich, but certainly wasn’t poor, and even if he got a lot of the stuff he wanted he wasn’t stuck up about it. He was the type of little kid who’d share without so much as a care, even though when he was sixteen and his cell phone got broke he was pretty pissed. Originally he was born in Austin, Texas, but at six months was moved to Illinois where he lived, in Chicago, for practically his whole life; until he was fourteen, when he moved to a small town in Tennessee.

He’s had his share of tragedies and is still very tender about them, since if they’re brought up he’ll avoid them at all costs. When he was about seventeen, his older brother Chrys, who was only older by one year, was killed in a car crash; well, more like he was hit by a drunk driver while walking down a sidewalk and was killed. That was one of the things that hurt him most in life, because he and Chrys were really close; and though he’s not over his big brother’s death he’s seemed to try to forget about it, and has even started wearing the Celtic knotwork cross necklace Chrys had given him. Another one of his teenage tragedies consisted of his two best friends in the world rejecting him and spreading his secrets all over his school; not only did that make him embarrassed beyond belief, but he lost his two best friends as well. That was around when he and his family moved to Tennessee, but that still didn’t take the hurt out. He was homeschooled for his fifteenth and sixteenth years, but returned to school just before his seventeenth, before his brother’s death, made him return to homeschool.

He’s also had his share of good experiences; he’s a total and complete music freak, which has helped him cope through a lot of stuff; he was also in a band once, even though it didn’t make it due to lack of creativity for lyrics and parents. Oliver’s also been in at least two or three long term relationships, even though they all ended just over seven months; one lasted just over eight, as well. He’d been with both sexes before, but tends to flock more to the boys; he’s not really sure why, he just always had, even though he’ll sometimes get crushes on girls. Probably because his two best friends who made him the laughingstock of his old school and made him resort to homeschooling were girls? Might be.

Oliver was born on December 21st, which was bad for him because he was supposed to be born in January—the 15th, in fact—but he was born much to early and had to spend his first six weeks in the hospital. During his first four years he and Chrys were the closest of the three kids his parents had at that time, which would turn into four three years after Oliver was born; Julie was just a loner and Andrew, the youngest, just got into too much trouble, which was how he got into jdc in the first place. After his brother’s death he moved out of Julie’s house, since he’d been living with her after Chrys died and everything else; since his mom died as well, his dad left, and Andrew was in jdc. He lived around in small towns, but grew to like the bigger cities better, and, after a year of wandering around almost aimlessly, he moved to Los Angeles.

PRESENT;;
Pets;
None.

Siblings;
julie; big sis—married, two kids.
chrys; older bro—car crash.
andrew; little bro—jdc.

Children;
None.

Education;
High School—graduated.

Job;
Starbuck’s Waitor, perhaps?

CITY OF ANGELS;;
Celebrity;
n//a.

Sample Post;

your tears don’t fall, they crash around me


The wind blew past him in a cool, almost hateful manner, making him shiver as gooseflesh rose on his bare forearms. He was dressed in the normal — girl’s jeans, which were once again falling off of his narrow hips, only staying up because of the black, non-leather studded belt, and a plain black tee shirt. He didn’t have his mp3 with him, and so everything was silent, at least, it seemed. The only sound was the wind, whistling past him every so often, and not a single person was there. He supposed it was for the best — he didn’t want anyone he knew to see him like this, especially — for the fact that he needed the aloneness, the feeling of solitude. Not that he needed it.. he felt, for some reason, that he deserved it. Why did he deserve it? He didn’t know. He just did, and, even if he really didn’t, his mind believed he did. And you know what? He followed what his mind told him.

Caleb’s almost emaciated frame trembled again as the wind blew over him, and he let out a low groan. It was about to rain, it had to be — thunderclouds loomed up above, swelled with rain, and every few minutes thunder crashed a ways away. Why was he in the park if he knew, oh so obviously, that it was going to rain, when he should have been in his apartment? He didn’t know.. and, if someone happened to come by him and asked — which he doubted.. but he couldn’t be sure, could he? — he wouldn’t be able to give an answer. A pill bottle lay beside the bench he was curled up on, the cap fixed on crookedly, the tan, see through body completely empty of what was supposed to be inside. That, too, was Caleb’s; and yes, it had been halfway full when he’d come to the park — but only halfway. And now it was empty. His drawn up knees were encircled by his arms, as if he was holding on for dear life, and his face was buried into the denim that covered his lower half, rocking back and forth.

I thought that it would make it better.. God I’m so stupid, Caleb thought to himself, his knuckles gripping the denim so tightly that they were white. Truthfully, he knew that if someone walked by he’d be called pathetic after the people thought he couldn’t hear them. And he wouldn’t deny it. Couldn’t, actually, because, right now, he was pathetic. Taking more than what he should of his pills, and a few pain pills he’d found jumbled into his medication organizer, was both pathetic and serious shit. He knew that he could die at any time. Part of him welcomed this thought, and the rest of him was completely terrified.

“I’m so p-pathetic..” The words came out an almost stuttered whisper, another pathetic groan. Yeah, he did want to die. The question was why he wanted to die, and of that he wasn’t sure. All Caleb knew, was that dying sounded so much better than staying in this crowded world, taking up space, being around people who pretended to care. Even though.. some really did care.. His thoughts flickered to a few different people, some of whom Caleb thought really cared, and let them linger as tears blurred his vision. He hadn’t even bothered with liner this morning, because, somehow, he just knew it’d be running down his face sometime later in the day. He turned his face, letting his cheek rest on his leg since he still wanted to breathe. It’d started because of the phone call Cara-Marie had given him, dropping the oh so wonderful news: that his mom had had a severe heart attack, and was in the hospital. Caleb knew that he should drop everything and run back to North Carolina, but he couldn’t very well do that.. Cara-Marie had already told him that their mom would send him right back, and he knew that.

Oh, how he hated being so.. emotional, especially the sad kind of emotional. He could hardly stand it when he was happy and hyper, and you can bet your ass that he hated being this way. Caleb shifted, feeling like he was about ready to retch his guts out right there, even though he knew that wasn’t possible.. He hadn’t been able to throw up since he was, what, fifteen? Yeah, call him stupid, he’d went on a ‘bulemic streak’, which wasn’t as happy as it sounded. Another low moan escaped his lips, this one barely audible. He pressed his face back into his knees, gooseflesh rising once again on his arms after a second. He moved, letting his right leg fall away from him and dangle over the edge of the bench, still hugging his left leg to his chest.

A mistake, this was — it allowed the cold to attack him from another different point. It may not have been that cold, in reality.. but Caleb was freezing, both because of the occasional breeze that passed through, and — oh great. The rain had begun, in small, fat droplets. “Fuck.” He muttered softly, burying his face into his leg once again. He probably should’ve headed for home.. but he wasn’t that smart in the first place, and that, on top of all the pills in a half full bottle, meant that he might as well have been in a mental facility. And he probably should have been.

Other;
*edited by admin*


[ ooc.. i hate this app lol. history sucks, i know. hmm.. if anything needs changed, i'll happily change it. [: lovely rpg. ]

[[x]noah blake;;]

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