Name: Oliver Riddle

Role: Servant Boy

Age: 18 (though certainly doesn't look it)

Occupation: Servant to the Duke

Appearance: If there is one way to describe Oliver, it would have to be downright aborable. Despite his age on manhood he looks young, more specifically almost like a girl one would say. His baby-face has as of recent has become thinner and more defined, making him appear more beautiful than cute, and with age this increases, like a blossom. Oliver’s lithe form has practiced agile capability, so while he lacks muscle on a serious level, he gets by being a quick and wormy fella. His skin is befitting a sunny personality, a warm glow that is neither pale nor tanned, while his hair is in full agreement to this outlook in a yellow fluffy blonde. Light green mirrors to his soul glisten from wide almond shaped eyes, giving him a striking innocent look. This young man stands a five feet and six inches, and weighs in at 119 pounds, he is slightly under-fed looking despite his good looks.

Personality: It was made clear that this boy appears very sunny and innocent, but those are simply his looks, and they don’t describe his personality at all. In fact, speaking with this child will make you believe him to be rather un-cute in all respects. He’s made women cry and old grandpas turn green with his speech before. In fact it’s a good stun tactic, makes them pause in surprise while you run the hell away. Bottom line is, this kid ain’t what he looks like.

First off it is pretty obvious that this child is from a low class upbringing, his thick cockney accent proves as much. What his upbringing has also given his is a savvy nature and a sharp common sense; he’s a clever little berk and won’t let you forget it. His smooth talking gets him out of a lot, and empty promises ensure his safety. He’s looking for a way to pull a fast one on you constantly, in fact he doesn’t feel safe without thinking that way, it’s his defense mechanism that he becomes extremely nervous without. If he thinks that you are in control of the situation he’ll even start to go into a cold sweat. Small places also help calm him down when he’s like this. Although it is to be kept in mind that he rarely would ever have the risk of coming into a situation like that, since he is a careful person who thinks ahead and doesn’t stick his neck out willingly. I say willingly because foolishly enough he has been known to stick his neck out for ungrateful little snots who think they run London and get themselves into jams, damn idiots.

Along with his sharp mind is an aloof demeanor that most would call cold, especially with eyes as light as his, they can get icy. He’s gotta walk slinky so guess what? He’s gotta act it too. Shove his nose in that air just like those stuffy nobles is what he’ll do, you think aristocrats are snippy? They don’t have a thing on Oliver, of course this is just an act, and in reality he’s much more realistic and spazz-prone. Whenever his guard is down or if there is no need for it to be up, this puffed up popinjay will freak out and yell his head off at you. That is to say, it’s pretty obvious that he has a bad temper. While acting it won’t show, but if there isn’t any need or if it just becomes too much, it’s possible it’ll show on him. Then again, Oliver is a fantastic actor, and when push comes to shove he can be just about anyone.

Under his sassy quick-draw Idon’tcare and it’sallundercontrol persona, lies a depressed and lonely person who only survives to spite the society who calls him a dirty street rat. That’s his revenge, surviving. And until recently that’s all he’s ever cared about, he has never killed before, but he’s seen it happen right in front of him and he’s pretty sure he’d be capable of the same thing.

Likes:
FOOOOOOD LOVE IT SO MUCH
Big Boobs
Long Hair
Has a soft spot for orphans
Monies monies monies give him more
Fog (it hides him well)
Idiots make swindling all too easy
Disguises are fun too

Dislikes:
Perverts
Nobles
Rich people in general
Smart people just give him greif and make his job harder
alchohol doesn't taste that good

Fears:
Not being in control of a situation
He also has an unreasonable fear of fire, he'll wonder around in the dark because of it.

Crush: ? And let someone break his heart? Yah right...although Sir Evelyn makes him feel weird, he ignores it as just a bad feeling though.

History: What is there to say about a whore’s son? Other than the fact that they don’t stand a chance once they’re born, and especially if their mother dies when he’s just a lad. Nine years old and he has to fend for himself, fair enough, at least he was cute and innocent looking, perhaps that’s what made people trust him when he picked their pocket and stole their jewelry. He saw one guy doing it with a partner and he himself became pretty good at it. Speaking of partners, he’s had a few; even some he could call a mentor. They all share something in common though, that they were rotten, and that they were all temporary. He’d move on while they slept after being unable to take their behavior. Until he became old and skilled enough to do it all on his own; fifteen years aught to be enough to make you able to deal with life on your own right?

If he’s a little misplaced emotionally oh well, who would expect anything different right? He’s just a street kid and he’s slept in places that smell so bad they’d make you puke. He’s just a street kid and he’s had people he doesn’t even know spit in his face and call him scum. He’s just a street kid and he’ll rob you blind. He’s just a street kid and he doesn’t cry. He’s just a street kid and he’s damn lonely. Just a street kid, so no one cares.

At least he thought no one did. You see growing up like him you’d figure he doesn’t have a very high respect or view for high-class people, and until recently that was true. To him they all looked the same. Until one night he’s done something stupid and now he’s paying the consequences. A couple of guys are kicking his ribs in on the side of a bridge; he thinks he’s going to die. But then this carriage rolls on by and stops, a girl’s head pops out and she yells out for the men to stop. A man gets out and the guys kicking Oliver run off, the girl who popped her head out rushes out despite the man, her brother, telling her to stay in the carriage. She rushes to Oliver and let me tell yah, that had to be the softest silk glove he’d ever felt in his life. The noble girl and her brother took Oliver in and he was subjected to the finest treatment he’d ever known. They must have known he was a street kid, I mean his accent and rags gave him away, but not once did anyone in the household ask him such a thing, they just helped him.

He got well and despite initial disbelief was very grateful for the kindness extended to him. They insisted that he stay with them, and both brother and sister became dear to him during that short and sweet time. Two whole months, his hurt heart was mending by the day and his smile became brighter. Two whole months and he was in love with the company of the brother and sister. But then tragedy struck when the sister went missing all of the sudden. One party and she was gone. Oliver and the older brother became infuriated and began looking for her, Oliver contacting everyone he knew of in the lower part of London while the brother used his own resources. Finally Oliver heard of the rumors of the Duke of Baisley, and began suspecting that the rumors must be true if there was no trace of his dear friend anywhere else, not even a whisper. So Oliver proposed this to the older brother; That he should go in disguise and apply as a servant for the Duke, seeing as how one lone position was open for such a role.

Donning a blonde wig and common girl garb Oliver goes in with the alias of Olive (creative right?) and now works for the Duke Baisley. It has been one week and despite noticing how much the Duke likes to flirt he has found nothing. Though the week has been busy for him with just the work alone so far. He plans to start snooping soon and send a report back to the noble he is in cahoots with.