♦ Maestro ♦
♠ Theme ♠
♦ General Information♦
♠ Role ♠
Villain! Of course! Ehehehe!
♠ Gender ♠
A man. Yes, I know that was so difficult to guess. Need me to paint you a picture as well?
♠ Nickname(s)/Alias(es) ♠
Well let's see, there's "Maestro", I adore that one the most. Came up with it myself after all, eheh. "The Painter", heard that one quite a few times now. Hmm there was a good one the other day... oh yes! "Red Cane". Those were some good times!
♠ Age ♠
Only nineteen. The eye patch and classy clothes may give off an older appearance. Sometimes fools me! ehehe!
♠ Face Claim ♠
Fai D. Flourite / Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
♦ Appearance ♦
♠ Height ♠
6 foot 5. Yes, I'm a tall fellow! Hard to find a cane for my height!
♠ Weight ♠
135 lbs. I'm skinny, what did you expect?!
♠ Build ♠
Well, if you didn't catch what I just said; I'm lean. Skin and bone with a bit of muscle on me!
♠ Hair Color ♠
Blonde. A rather light one at that!
♠ Eye Color ♠
Oh! Love this subject! The right eye is golden in color. Like a hawk!
♠ Scars/Tattoos ♠
Hmm scars. Well none unless you count my eye!
Tattoos on my back, yes. Quite an intricate design I had made too! (much similar to the image above, though on the upper back area is a design of a star. The color of it is red as well, not blue.)
♠ Normal Clothing ♠
A large coat and regular jeans and t-shirt. The average sneakers go along with those. I also tend to wear gloves.
♠ Armor and Weapons ♠
Very elegant clothing, a top hat and all! Gloves are a must, gotta make sure not to leave any prints! Oh, and a paint splotched black mask! It covers my entire head, minus my mouth, so nobody can even realize the long flowing blonde hair as well as the obvious eye patch. Because honestly, not many people wear eye patches. The mask is thin enough for me to see through it fine. Ah, and my bulletproof vest comes in handy as well. Weapons include: A red cane, a hatchet, and three small knives. Two out of those three are snuggly tucked away in my fancy jacket pocket.
♦ Mentality ♦
♠ Quarks/Oddities ♠
An uncontrollable laughter when the red of blood catches my eye. Ehehe! Oops. There it goes again!
♠ Skills ♠
Self-Defence: Rather than learning more of the aggressive sort of moves, Oliver finds the many ways to defend himself against the other styles of fighting. He trains his agility and reflexes, rather than his overall strength. So Oliver is a good runner as well.
Bo-staff: Or rather; the red cane he carries. His mother taught him the expertise of two things. One is the bo-staff fighting techniques. He uses this to knock them unconscious so he can finish his work.
Throwing Objects: Like knives and hatchets in particular. They tend to be his favorite to carry. His mother taught him this as well.
♠ Likes ♠
- Art galleries
- Blood
- Cafés
- Classy people
- Painting
- Reading
♠ Dislikes ♠
- Bad art
- Water
♠ Phobia ♠
- Aquaphobia: he fears the water. Why? Because he cannot swim, and has had terrible instances falling in the pool as he was younger and almost drowning. Several times.
♠ Weakness(es) ♠
Well, there IS the aquaphobia. Get him near the water and he'll freak out a bit. He also fears the thought of people taking his own possessions. More importantly, his cane and personal paintings. Have either one of those and The Maestro will do whatever your bidding to get them back.
♦ Under the Mask ♦
♠ Real Name ♠
Oliver James
Personality ♠
Undercover: An average loner of an artist. He sticks to himself and talks to nobody but his boss and co-workers at the café. He loves to listen to music and drift off into his own mind. He rarely has a smile on his face and is friendly only to the ones that he does interact with. Which would be the co-workers. If not them, he will not say a word, and he will continue as he sees fit.
Villainy: Speaks elegantly and strangely to all. Likes to make sarcastic remarks, and loves to make artsy references. He is almost always smiling or grinning at everyone. Yes, he's unusually happy looking for a villain. Though plenty of the comments he makes may be twisted. He hasn't many morales as a villain. As a "Maestro" he paints the ones he kills and the area around them. He also enjoys trapping his subjects as the beginning process of killing them. He likes to kill people slowly and paint the scene - and paint the victim - using their own blood. Obviously a little sadistic and a good amount of insane. Though he keeps his two sides (undercover and not) well separated.
♠ Family ♠
His mother, his most beloved family in his life, was a former villain but in another city. She met a nice man and settled down with Oliver's father - which walked out on them soon after he heard he'd be having a son - and the small family moved to the city we are all in now. With her earnings as a villain she bought a nice secluded house on the outskirts of the city. She had the expertise of the bo-staff and throwing objects as mentioned above. She was known as "Bo-Shot" in her times of villainy. Her real name was Kiara James. Oliver is an only child.
♠ History ♠
As Oliver was raised alone in the city, Kiara worked in the very same café that he does now - Kat's Kafé. Her money as the manager was enough to save Oliver a good amount of money for his own lifetime in the future, as well as pay off the house they stayed in. Oliver grew up alone with his mother, because she home-schooled him. He painted for most of his free time, becoming a very good artist. He also read whatever he could get his hands on. Oliver didn't mind one bit. He loved his dear mother with all of his heart. When Oliver had reached the age of fourteen, one day when his mother was away, a group of men came to the house. Little boy Oliver answered the door and he was instantly snatched and bagged and gagged. Kiara came home to a punch in the stomach and saw poor Oliver bound and gagged on the dining room table, pulled closer to the doorway and sat upright.
Oliver shed tears while he watched her mother fight off three of the men and then come to face the man next to her son. She demanded to let him go, else he'd be getting "a hatchet to the eye". He bellowed a laugh and drew a hatchet of his own. Before Kiara's thrown weapon could reach the man, he slit the eye of Oliver and the blood came pouring out. Kiara quickly took out the last man - whom turned out to be the man that hired her long ago for villainous jobs - and called for an ambulance. Oliver held bandages over his eye as his mother held him and cried. She apologized to the son of a villain, for bringing this life to him.
With his good eye, Oliver saw that his mother dripped with blood of her own when she stopped apologizing. A dagger had been put through her skull. Blood dripped from her mouth, and she fell over lifeless.
One last man stood and laughed maniacally. He announced to the world and the son that he had killed the infamous Bo-Shot. "And look at the scene! A painting of red!" His praises and hurrahs stopped there, as a dagger pierced his throat. Oliver glared at the man as he fell to the ground. His first kill. He couldn't help but to laugh at the final death. The medics came and were shocked at the scene.
When he was patched up he went straight back to the home, still coated in red. Oliver laughed. And laughed. He took one man's top hat and the weapons of his mother. Years later he lived in a small apartment next to the café, and he did villainous deeds of his own. He stole and plundered as his mother had. On his sixteenth birthday he tracked down his father and murdered him with the man's own red cane. It was a bit too tall for him at the time, but Oliver took the cane as his prize - he'd grow into it anyways. Now, Oliver is a well (mostly self) educated man which enables him to make decently clever traps to ensnare his foes and victims. He is, of course, a grand maestro of painting as well. He keeps his most prized paintings - of those that he's killed and his mother - in his apartment. The paintings include his father and mother, the man that killed his mother, the man that had the top hat, and a select few others. His targets now include; people with bad taste in art or who try to mess with the art galleries, people with decent money, and banks. Because the scene bland and ready to paint there! Plus, I need to keep my mother's fortune going! Ehehehe!
Password: CornMazE!
♦ OTHER ♦
Oliver enjoys going to the art galleries around the city once a week. He serves customers their drinks and food at the Kat's Kafé, where the fellow co-workers only think good of the poor young lad who lost his mother years ago.