Oliver is the kind of kid you're warned about to avoid when walking down dark alleys. He's tough, rather mean, and altogether unpleasant if you've unfortunately managed to get on his bad side, so God help you. Oh, and he's an avid heroin junkie.
Oliver wasn't always so cold to everyone, he just had a rather tough
time of things througout his life and has decided, therefore, to avoid relationships and being nice because, quite bluntly, it just gets him hurt. Oliver is a terribly angry person. Between the mood swings from the drugs and his tendencey to go off the edge at anything, it's hard to count on Oliver to string a sentence together. If he'd get that scowl off of his face once in a while he might even be considered handsome, but that doesn't happen very often.
Blue and black backpack is always hanging off one of Oliver's shoulders when he's walking around town - it holds most of his trade for the day. You can also count on him to be decked out in tight jeans and narrow black and blue Converse high tops. One of his trademark articles of clothing is his furry black trapper hat, which Oliver wears almost always.
Oliver, who hates being called Oli, was raised by his dad alone, mostly because his mother was raped and killed when he was about ten. She was a druggie too, and he pretty much inherited it from her. As he grew up, he was always a little different because what had happened to his mom, and Oliver hated it. All he ever wanted was to just get on with his life and blend in, but of course that didn't work out. So he started a downwards spiral into drug use, on that hasn't stopped. He knows he should stop before he dies, but, well... how could he?