Full Name: Oliver Michael Maund
Age: 23, Born on the 15th of May
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/nulix ... lixbod.jpgA thin, lanky man with olive skin who stands at five foot ten. He has a curved nose and a straight brow above bright green eyes, which contrasts with his skin. He has straight, white teeth that he cares for deeply and full lips that usually pout or form a large, douchey smile. He has large, outward ears and messy brown hair that, when grown out, hangs down in long curly locks.
Skills: Oliver has very few actual skills though he would tell you otherwise. He claims to be a legendary shot when in actuality he has just slightly above average aim. He claims to have sword-training although he barely knows what a sword is, claims to speak all the languages of the world even though he doesn't, and passes himself off as a genius, though he is not. All and all Oliver is a liar, and that brings out his greatest skill. He's charming, funny, in a strange way, and is very willing to lie and deceive to get what he wants. And he's good at it. One thing he does not have reason to lie about though is his helmsmanship, for he is one of the most daring helmsman in the sea. He has almost always gotten his ship out of trouble, or one in a cannon-fight with another. He's an expert at maneuvering and is willing to take risks, only some of the time those risks don't work, and the ship he pilots barely makes it out. He typically does not mention that last part.
Position: Helmsman
Likes: Oliver has a love of storytelling, reading and history, which he sees as one big plot. He also has a love for speed, and enjoys pushing a ship to it's limits on the most violent of waves. Oliver loves comedy, enjoys telling jokes and considers himself funny and somehow lovable. What he loves most of all, however, is money, which is only fair. He is a pirate, after all.
Dislikes: Being dirty, being imprisoned, being made fun of, and not being rich. That's Oliver's idea of hell.
Fears: Death, pain, and poverty are the three things Oliver fears most.
Personality: A strange, energetic man, Oliver has a mind always working to get an advantage, for whatever the situation be, and is always looking for shortcuts to get him to his goals. Oliver is a fan of comedy, and often thinks himself funny, which sometimes, by accident, he does indeed manage to be. He is very blunt in social situations, contrasting his deceitful nature in most other things. Oliver, while not strong, or powerful, is very nimble and is quick to dodge and hide in battle.
Reputation: Oliver is known as being a horrible person, even though he's not that horrible, just untrustworthy. He's always known for his many adventures and daring escapes, his hard to catch-ness and ship faring ways. While he's not considered trustworthy he is considered the best maneuverer for cheap on the seas. His reputation is fueled around ten percent on fact and ninety percent on the lies and stories he's told about himself at dock.
Bio/History: Son of a German Trader and an African colonial, Oliver spent much of his early life in the northern American colony, by the Hudson Bay where his family did business in fur trading. His father, a former Academic in the Holy Roman Empire, taught him to read and write, and gave him many books, making Oliver educated despite never having a formal education. When Oliver reached his teens his father had amassed a reasonable fortune from fur-trading and, wanting to see it all, Oliver begged him for money, which he instantly blew on a ticket to England. Once he reached England he discovered that he wasn't actually good at anything and was not in any way suitable for a job. To make money Oliver soon stumbled his way into the underworld, where he was put as a deckhand on a smuggler's ship. The smuggler Captain would go all over the North and Mediterranean Seas, delivering secretive goods. On the ship Oliver learned the basics of helmsmanship. Oliver continued in the English underworld during his late teens until he himself was put in charge of a small frigate, used to smuggle goods from Dublin to Blackpool. Oliver, being Oliver, instantly ruined this opportunity, and was caught by the Royal Navy upon docking at the Isle of Mann. Captured and waiting in a small prison cell, Oliver was convinced it was, truly, the end of his being. With nothing to lose Oliver made a daring escape, jumping from a hole in his cell window into a fern and then sneaking aboard his frigate. Oliver managed to escape the Isle of Mann on his own and sailed to Ireland. In fear of the underworld he once worked for and now the English police Oliver gathered a small crew and sailed to Italy upon the invitation of an Italian crime boss who claimed to be able to protect him. Oliver worked as a smuggler for the Italian Boss, until he messed that up as well, and then for an Austrian boss, until he messed that up as well, and then for a Danish boss, until he messed that up as well, and then for a French boss, until he messed that up as well. By his twenty-third birthday Oliver had worked for half of the European underworld and, despite his mess-ups, had established himself as a well known small time smuggler. His mistakes were now starting to catch up with him, as many of the crime boss began to team up in an effort to capture him, and the cargo he may of occasionally stolen from them. Scared, Oliver decided he'd had enough of Europe and headed to Spain, where he hopes he'll get an ocean worthy ship, sail to the Caribbean, get rich and be safe from the rest of the European underworld.
Other: He does love to be stylish.