Full Name
Oliver Thredson
Nicknames
Due to the fact that Oliver Thredson is a name every horror-junkie knows, he goes under the name Oliver Johnson. He's gotten used to shrugging off questions related to his past. In fact, he's made up the story that his parents were obsessed with horror movies and named him after Oliver Thredson. As for actual nicknames, he's been affectionately called Ollie once or twice, but he professionally goes by Oliver.
Occupation
Psychiatrist
Dead or Alive?
Dead
Birthday (and Deathday if applicable)
June 23, 1934 - August 15th, 1969
Sexuality
Bisexual
Residence
Condo 4, 2nd Floor
Age
Thirty-five
Height
Six feet, one inch
Weight
One hundred seventy-two pounds
"A mother's touch. Skin to skin contact. That's what I was craving, that's what I was missing. My whole life. But she smelled of formaldehyde. And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold. And stiff."
Oliver Thredson
Nicknames
Due to the fact that Oliver Thredson is a name every horror-junkie knows, he goes under the name Oliver Johnson. He's gotten used to shrugging off questions related to his past. In fact, he's made up the story that his parents were obsessed with horror movies and named him after Oliver Thredson. As for actual nicknames, he's been affectionately called Ollie once or twice, but he professionally goes by Oliver.
Occupation
Psychiatrist
Dead or Alive?
Dead
Birthday (and Deathday if applicable)
June 23, 1934 - August 15th, 1969
Sexuality
Bisexual
Residence
Condo 4, 2nd Floor
Age
Thirty-five
Height
Six feet, one inch
Weight
One hundred seventy-two pounds
"A mother's touch. Skin to skin contact. That's what I was craving, that's what I was missing. My whole life. But she smelled of formaldehyde. And her skin, even after I removed it, was cold. And stiff."
Personality
Where does one begin with Oliver? He's a complex man with layers. Once, he was distant and reclusive but, perhaps his training in psychiatry allowed him to blossom and step out of his comfort zone. While he is not liked by every resident of the Murder House, he certainly knows them all and knows their strengths and flaws. He likes control, too, and feel uncomfortable when someone else holds the upper hand in anything whether it be a conversation, academics, or just life in general. Oliver lived his life int he shade of others and he refuses to do the same in his afterlife. He can be manipulative at times, using lies and sweet-talking to his advantage. It gets to the point where his lying can become compulsive and uncontrolled. Yet, he knows his limits and when it's appropriate to speak the truth instead. He knows that trust it what builds a relationship and, in such cases, avoids as much lying as possible.
Beneath this exterior, though, he's a man who never had the childhood he deserved. He was unloved and unwanted throughout his life and still craves the attention a mother should have provided for him in his youth. He has tried to achieve this through the flesh he's taken from corpses, but it is not the same and he knows it. He craves the flesh of a living person, someone who will care for him, comfort him, love him. In truth, he is a child in a man's body. He is intelligent, of course, and he is mature, but he still has the same desires as a child does. He still wishes for a woman's touch and would go to any length to achieve it.
Beneath this exterior, though, he's a man who never had the childhood he deserved. He was unloved and unwanted throughout his life and still craves the attention a mother should have provided for him in his youth. He has tried to achieve this through the flesh he's taken from corpses, but it is not the same and he knows it. He craves the flesh of a living person, someone who will care for him, comfort him, love him. In truth, he is a child in a man's body. He is intelligent, of course, and he is mature, but he still has the same desires as a child does. He still wishes for a woman's touch and would go to any length to achieve it.
Likes||Dislikes
+ Having control in a situation
+ Being surrounded by others
+ Horror novels
+ Studying the human mind
+ Physical contact
+ Forests
+ Fire
+ Grilled cheese sandwiches
+ Cocktails
- Sarcasm, especially aimed at him
- The complexity of modern technology
- Big, open spaces
- Being alone
- Being made fun of or mocked
- Ignorance
- Major changes
- Stains, since they are what incriminated him
- Ray Cunningham, since the man seems to dislike him
Fears||Weaknesses
X His past coming back to haunt him
X Being alone or abandoned
X Agoraphobia-- fear of open spaces
* Possessive
* Childish
* Hot-headed
Skills
- Very intelligent
- Works well with a knife
- His experience as a psychiatrist allows him to, more or less, psychoanalyze someone
- Usually able to talk people into doing things
- Can sew well given his experience with medical school and sewing human flesh together
"I'm clearly insane!"
History
They say there is nothing like a mother's touch, that it can solve any problem. Perhaps that was Oliver's problem; he never had a mother. On Independence Day, 1936, a child of about two years old was dropped off at a New Jersey orphanage with a blanket, a worn stuffed bear, and a quickly written note. His name was Oliver, it said, and for a multitude of reasons, his mother was unable to care for him.
It was a loveless existence. The agents who worked the orphanage had no time to coddle the youngsters or show them the affection and care a mother would. And, on top of this, Oliver was simply different. He knew he was more intelligent than those who made up the ranks of "The System", as he put it. They were all mentally weaker but, alas, physically stronger. His visage was, more than once a week, caught on the fist of one of the many bullies who had grown tired of the younger boy's meddling. Bruises came and went, but the emotional pain stayed with him, built within him, until he just snapped one day. He fought back, or he tried to, but there was no way the runt of the orphanage was going to win, even he knew that. Once they knew he'd fight back, the tormentors simply resorted to verbal abuse and Oliver shrunk away, ashamed he had resorted to violence.
Skip to 1957, his second year of med school, and Oliver was still the outcast. He had a brilliant mind, but he knew he was different. But, he was so close to becoming a psychiatrist and, hopefully, understanding why he was so different. Little did he know his life would change entirely during one anatomy lab with a female cadaver. She was beautiful to him. And, oddly, familiar. In this woman, he saw his mother, the woman who had abandoned him as a child. That night, with the memory of the cadaver emblazoned in his mind, he returned to the lab in secret. Perhaps the touch of the corpse that looked like his mother years ago would make him...normal. Embracing the cadaver, though, had no such effect. She was cold, clammy, and stunk of formaldehyde. But, now he knew what he wanted. He wanted a woman's touch.
For years, he would ignore his temptations. He graduated medical school and moved on to his residency. In 1960, the film "Psycho" debuted, and it planted the seed for an idea Oliver would not work upon for years to come. By 1964, Oliver's residency had ended and he helped run the practice of an older man in his home which was, coincidentally, the "Murder House." The old man had no one to leave him home to so, when he died off property in a car crash, the property and the practice fell into Oliver's hands.
With a large, empty home and a practice to run, Oliver found himself pushing people away more and more. He had neighbors and friends, but he was slowly pushing them all away. Except for one. His first kill was a young woman named Emma who worked at his dentist's as a receptionist. He kidnapped her and held her in the basement of his house for days, chained to the floor. She seemed motherly to him and her skin was the skin of a mother: soft, warm. But she didn't last long. He killed her and skinned her after a week of holding her in captivity, afraid her screams would alert neighbors. He decided to soundproof the basement.
And so it continued for the next five years. In the end, he would kill ten women before the police showed up at his house one night and blew his brains out. It was a dramatic end for him but, of course, it did not really end there. Oliver continued to live in the house, of course, wandering town occasionally after word of his heinous crimes died down. He would watch as the new occupants came and went or, like Ray Cunningham or Irene Echevaria, stayed. Again, his life was lonely...until recently. He grew smitten with the motherly Sara Jolivette as soon as she moved in. His advances are casual, for now, but how long will he be able to keep himself from doing anything too dramatic?
It was a loveless existence. The agents who worked the orphanage had no time to coddle the youngsters or show them the affection and care a mother would. And, on top of this, Oliver was simply different. He knew he was more intelligent than those who made up the ranks of "The System", as he put it. They were all mentally weaker but, alas, physically stronger. His visage was, more than once a week, caught on the fist of one of the many bullies who had grown tired of the younger boy's meddling. Bruises came and went, but the emotional pain stayed with him, built within him, until he just snapped one day. He fought back, or he tried to, but there was no way the runt of the orphanage was going to win, even he knew that. Once they knew he'd fight back, the tormentors simply resorted to verbal abuse and Oliver shrunk away, ashamed he had resorted to violence.
Skip to 1957, his second year of med school, and Oliver was still the outcast. He had a brilliant mind, but he knew he was different. But, he was so close to becoming a psychiatrist and, hopefully, understanding why he was so different. Little did he know his life would change entirely during one anatomy lab with a female cadaver. She was beautiful to him. And, oddly, familiar. In this woman, he saw his mother, the woman who had abandoned him as a child. That night, with the memory of the cadaver emblazoned in his mind, he returned to the lab in secret. Perhaps the touch of the corpse that looked like his mother years ago would make him...normal. Embracing the cadaver, though, had no such effect. She was cold, clammy, and stunk of formaldehyde. But, now he knew what he wanted. He wanted a woman's touch.
For years, he would ignore his temptations. He graduated medical school and moved on to his residency. In 1960, the film "Psycho" debuted, and it planted the seed for an idea Oliver would not work upon for years to come. By 1964, Oliver's residency had ended and he helped run the practice of an older man in his home which was, coincidentally, the "Murder House." The old man had no one to leave him home to so, when he died off property in a car crash, the property and the practice fell into Oliver's hands.
With a large, empty home and a practice to run, Oliver found himself pushing people away more and more. He had neighbors and friends, but he was slowly pushing them all away. Except for one. His first kill was a young woman named Emma who worked at his dentist's as a receptionist. He kidnapped her and held her in the basement of his house for days, chained to the floor. She seemed motherly to him and her skin was the skin of a mother: soft, warm. But she didn't last long. He killed her and skinned her after a week of holding her in captivity, afraid her screams would alert neighbors. He decided to soundproof the basement.
And so it continued for the next five years. In the end, he would kill ten women before the police showed up at his house one night and blew his brains out. It was a dramatic end for him but, of course, it did not really end there. Oliver continued to live in the house, of course, wandering town occasionally after word of his heinous crimes died down. He would watch as the new occupants came and went or, like Ray Cunningham or Irene Echevaria, stayed. Again, his life was lonely...until recently. He grew smitten with the motherly Sara Jolivette as soon as she moved in. His advances are casual, for now, but how long will he be able to keep himself from doing anything too dramatic?
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