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Oliver Hart

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a character in “Umbra Orat”, originally authored by Kilgannon, as played by RolePlayGateway

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NAME
Oliver Bear Hart

NICKNAME
    Oli
    A pretty standard nickname, he usually introduces himself by it.

    Oli Bear
    A rather endearing pet name given to him by his mother.

AGE
Eighteen.

SEXUALITY
Asexual | Demiromantic.

ETHNICITY
French.

ABILITY
Death Inducement.

ROLE
Death.




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HEIGHT
179 cm.

WEIGHT
67 kg.

HAIR COLOR
Black.

EYE COLOR
Green.

GENERALX APPEARANCE
Oliver isn't the type to particularly stand out in crowds, nor is he the type that you really notice at all. He seems to have an abundant amount of normalcy, aided by the fact that his rather bland appearance allows him to blend in. Very much like a social chameleon. You know how in movies, or in dreams even, there's always those one or two individuals off in the background that look like they belong, but they're never in focus or you just pass a glance over them and move on? That's Oliver. He has short, black hair, which is typically kept messy and unorganized in a pile on top of his head. Sometimes he'll take nicer care of it and brush it out of his face, but it's rarely. The orbs from which he sees the world are a spectacular green color, and perhaps are the only noteworthy thing about him. He's pale in complexion, and the tip of his nose always seems to be a slight reddish color, as if he were out in the cold for too long. His lips are feminine, with the bottom lip being fuller than the top. He often bites it when thinking.




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___Brought up by a single mother, Oliver was raised with a set ideals that helped form him into the genuine young man that he is today. He was taught to appreciate all life, and to treat every person, no matter race, sex, or religion, equally. His mother also taught him how to look for the beauty in things, and to appreciate it. She was an extremely kind soul, and prior to her death, she made Oliver promise her that he'd continue to be a good person.

He agreed.

Oliver definitely finds beauty in all things, and has a very fond appreciation for all living things. He finds the very existence of not only himself, but everything else extraordinary. He tries his best to be respectful and kind to others, and generally doesn't have any trouble in doing so, but some people can be more frustrating to deal with than others. He understands that nobody is the same, and tries his best to remain patient with those others that are troublesome, but ultimately he thinks everybody deserves his effort and will do his best to befriend even the most difficult people.

Because of his appreciation for life, and the moral path he takes, Oliver has been a vegetarian since a relatively young age, disliking how poorly animals are treated. He considers himself a rights activist in general, and has run several school-wide campaigns for both equality among humans and better treatment to animals. Despite this set of views, he tries his best not to force it on everybody, and is generally understanding of those that don't necessarily understand or want to follow his way of thinking. He still thinks everybody can help, however.



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People This goes without saying, really. Oliver has a fond appreciation for humanity.
Thunderstorms Oliver loves storms. The smell of rain and wet earth especially.
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So begins...

Oliver Hart's Story

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__________EARLIER
As with any other day Cordelia woke up with sleep in her eyes and a strong desire to go back to sleep. The alarm next to her though made she couldn't do that, and so with a slight grumble she willed herself out of bed, walking herself to the kitchen where the cold floor made her shiver. 'It's fall already?' she questioned having not noticed the changes in the weather.'I'll have to turn the heater on soon,' but the mundane thought of every day life was pushed to the back her mind as the eggs on her stove began to burn as she had lost track of time once again.

Barley saving her eggs she ate with gusto knowing that no one was there to watch with such poor manners; something she knew they'd all judge her for. At such a pace though within minutes the plate was clean of any food and was then promptly put into the dishwasher where a pile began to form. Having no experience with domestic tasks for very long Cordelia haphazardly placed the dishes in way where they would never get clean - not that she knew of that little fact of course.

Regardless though of her inability to do simple tasks such as placing dishes in the dishwasher, she had to get ready for school. Only the thought of it being Friday was what willed her to move at a faster pace than normal. The week had been Hell for her, with tests being thrown at her left and right and piles of homework she had yet to catch up on - sleep was a thing she almost forgot about. "Did I do everything for today?" she asked while locking the door to her house. And so going though the list of her classes she tried to recall what they had done the day before. Math was a test day, which she thought one hundred percent she failed, history they took notes, and gym they didn't do anything aside from basketball. The last two periods though she was unsure of for she couldn't remember if the teacher had given homework or if it was her mind playing tricks on her. Cordelia mentally noted to ask Breaden about it when she got to her fourth period.


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The halls were not quiet, but neither were they too loud. A strange occurrence for a normally rowdy school where fights were an everyday spectacle and gossip wasn't a hobby but rather a career at which students thrived at. Cordelia didn't know whether or not she found their lack of personal space to be an annoyance or admirable for how persistent they were. Although, such chatter was especially prominent in English where the teacher encouraged everyone to talk about their feelings and write them down. Often Cordelia wondered if the teacher had been a hippy or modern nomad at one point.

Regardless of any bias toward her teacher she still gave the utmost respect to her and thus found herself as the teacher's lapdog where all student responsibilities were shoved onto her. And not wanting to upset her Cordeilia did as she was told without complaining, too much. Of course at the end of each class period she would complain to Breaden on how she say no, but always contradicts herself when he agrees with her. "But I can't say no to a teacher," she'd argue knowing that whatever he'd respond with she'd just argue against that too. It was a never ending cycle of 'I want to stop but I can't.'

As the bell rung for the fourth period to start Cordelia brought herself out of her musings and pulled out her notebook to work on that day's starter. 'Humans are conflicting, describe a time when you felt mixed emotions.' With a soft sigh she looked up from the writing on the once clean sheet of paper to glance at her silver haired friend. 'Help me' she mouthed but quickly looked down when the teacher shook her head in disappointment.

After being caught talking to Breaden Cordelia didn't try to distract her self from the work anymore, but luckily for her she didn't have to. A loud thud was heard in the distance and all the students stopped working to inquire each other what it might have been. "Settle down students, you have two more minutes to work on your starter before we share. Use your time wise-," but the patronizing demand of their teacher was cut off by the sight of red and orange flames and a rather loud boom to go along with it.

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Mornings are always a joy for Wren, it started with a huge stack of pancakes which she had made all by herself, this was an accomplishment only because she wasn't used to her own just yet. It was familiar like an old dream but things had been moved around so it took a bit longer to find everything she needed. But once she had finished a stack of six pancakes sat in front of her which she divided up onto two plates, the first she lathered up with enough syrup to kill a diabetic. When she had finished she left the other three pancakes and the syrup on the table awaiting to be eaten by the other person in the house, hopefully they would be gone by the time she got home but most likely not. Wren had made a different meal everyday since she had arrived back home only to find that they had never been eaten her mother hiding behind the locked door of her room.

Wren checked the time and to her surprised realized that she was going to be late for her first day of school, jumped up grabbing her backpack and ran out the door in her energetic way bouncing down the sidewalk as she made her way to school. The first day of a new school was always the hardest as finding her classes and figuring out what to do about catching up with everyone else's school work. But fitting in was her strong suit for this school she had to wear a uniform. blegh.. It was boring with red and black colors that didn't suit her style at all, but fortunately Wren had found a loop hole in the system. The uniform didn't come with a tie so she decided that she would accessorize with her very own collection of bow ties.

Her collection was quite large however and she couldn't decide which one she wanted to wear so she filled up her backpack to the brim with her bow ties and planned to put on whichever one she was feeling like at the time. All was going as planned until someone saw her open her bag with the dozens of ties and asked if he could borrow one, Wren replied by giving her biggest goofiest grin and nodding vigorously. The boy chose one, and gave her his own tie before walking off, but that wasn't the end of it, word soon got around that there was someone dealing bow ties and she got people running up to her asking if she was the tie dealer. To which she replied the same as with the first boy then they would proceed to choose one of her ties giving them their own, now her bag was full of dark plain looking ties and she could walk five feet without seeing a brightly colored bow tie.

There were ones that lit up, ones that could spin, others that were neon, and more still that just had silly patterns, Wren choose a simple one, blue with smaller bow ties that acted as polka dots. It was small but it made wearing a monkey suit all the more better, and the school day went on without a hitch she went around to all her classes introducing herself as the new girl and even made some new friends got invited to several parties and exchanged numbers with about a dozen people. There wasn't a shy bone in her body and it showed.

Finally it was fourth period and she got to sit at the back of the class her favorite place to be, it allowed her to see the entire class without a problem and she looked up every ten seconds to smile at the fact that she could see several brightly colored bow ties in this classroom alone. But her happiness was interrupted when she looked up for the hundredth time only to feel a shudder go through the room as an explosion came from somewhere in another part of the school. Wren nearly jumped out of her seat but instead tried to stand up only to topple backwards in her chair. How embarrassing.

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The music playing was a tasty velvet, the consistency smooth on her taste buds. Following the sweet sound was an ugly blaring beep that reminded Chess of her mother and was a vomit green, that woman was constantly nagging Chess for the most minor of infractions from forgetting to brush her hair to not tucking in her shirt. That woman sure knew how to get on your nerves, but Chess had made it her mission to not lose her temper with her mother, after all she had given birth to Chess and it was the least the girl could do. A hand slowly slithered out from under the purple comforter, knocking the alarm clock off of the wooden bedside table and causing it to clatter against the creamy carpet. Finally the blaring ceased, the taste of bad pickles leaving the synthestet. Chess sat up slowly, taking in a deep breath to allow her heart to follow the sudden switch in positions and looked around. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains, filling in the deepest, darkest crevices of the room.

After quickly going through her morning routine Chess rummaged through her messy closet for a clean uniform, pulling out the short gray skirt and white shirt before running to her drawers to grab one of the bows in her school colors. A knock on Chess's door informed the girl that her mother was about to enter and before Chess could call to give permission the woman burst through the entrance, the sound of the door colliding with the wall causing stars to burst in Chess's vision. "Could you maybe, I don't know, not break my door whenever you come into my bedroom?" Chess asked and crossed her arms. Mrs. Belle rolled her eyes and crossed the room, fixing Chess's hastily tied bow. "Don't forget your violin, you've got music today and you know what Mr. Richards said if you forget it again." Chess had completely forgotten! Thank goodness Chess had a mother who kept track of everything.

"And remember to be home early to meet Donald." Her words tasted sour, like lemons and Chess visibly puckered. Don't give me sass Chess, he's greatly looking forward to meeting you." Donald, the young boy who worked for her father that apparently had more potential in his little finger than most interns did in their whole bodies. "It's just that, I'm not interested in office guys. Especially ones that are five years old than me." Chess replied, watching as her mother straightened and walked to the door. "Well then you'd better start." She left the door open, a typical mom move and continued on down the hall. "You could have at least closed the door!" Chess yelled down the after the woman. "Stupid Mom, with her stupid standards, and expectations." Chess huffed and grabbed her school bag, nearly forgetting her violin and quickly lifting the black case.

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First period on B days was always English. However, despite the fact that it was Chess's favorite subject, today the girl found that she could hardly focus. Her notes were blank, which was unusual. Normally the pages were filled with Chess's slightly messy scrawl. The only one who could ever decipher her notes was Chess herself, anyone else that tried to read them most likely became confused. Chess did that on purpose so no one would ever ask her to copy her notes, it might be selfish but really Chess just didn't want to lend out her notebook. The lavenous sound of Mrs. Winslow floated towards Chess, going in through one ear and out the other. Her voice tasted like cotton candy, not the packaged kind, but the fresh from the carnival stand sort of stuff you were able to get at school events and local church fundraisers.

Second period was band and of course Chess had forgotten her violin in her locker, which was on the first floor. Band was held in the auditorium on the third floor. Chess cursed and asked Delia to save her seat. Thankfully Mr. Richards was absent today, otherwise he would have had a cow. In his place was a substitute who had been given the instructions to allow them to warm up and practice for the upcoming school showcase. The substitute, mercifully, didn't know about Chess's three strikes and so he gladly allowed the female to run to her locker in order to retrieve the violin. When Chess returned they had already started and she had to bound over laps and stands, careful not to knock over any instruments as she took her seat beside Delia and pulled out her violin, beginning warm ups and coming in, albeit a bit late, with the others.

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Six o'clock ante meridiem. That was the pretentious way of reading his clock wasn't it? The L.E.D. alarm clock glowed red but made not one peep as it was an hour before his mother began breakfast and an hour before he was supposed to awaken. In truth he'd been having trouble both sleeping and staying asleep, but not to the degree that he wanted to diagnose himself with insomnia. His sleeping patterns weren't horrid by any means (he never napped spontaneously fell over in class) and he even enjoyed the increased up time but he was sure that people would start noticing. His mother was always such a busybody. Eventually she'd insist he see a doctor.

For now, he would enjoy the extra hour of morning that he had, the Leland time as it were. Being in a household with four other siblings, he often had to share the bathroom, kitchen, and even his own room with that of the other kids since a four bedroom apartment simply was not enough to house six people. Each of the children shared a room with Scarlet being the sole exception. Typically, Leland had the privilege of using the master bath since he had "older brother rights", but in times of duress (by which he meat Scarlet falling asleep), his mother left him to fend for himself amongst the other two bathrooms.

Grabbing his usual, semi-formal wear (the school was rather unclear as to whether or not they required uniforms) from his closet he headed into the unoccupied bathroom and took a quick shower to further remind himself that he could no longer sleep according to his own schedule. He needed to start thinking about scholarships, college applications, and perhaps finding another job if he could help it. As much as he enjoyed guessing the mystery job that allowed his mother to continue spoiling them he wanted his own source of income and a car if he could help it. Mother is busy enough driving the twins around.

By the time Leland time ended seven came and past, making him the first to see a feast for the siblings and an egg mitt for him.

It kind of sucked having school on the opposite side of town.

The bus, as usual, was nothing worth writing home about but school provided him some entertainment in the form of drawing. His calculus teacher merely went over the homework and taught concepts he'd already learned over the summer. Yeah he was one of those kids. It hadn't been planned per se, but the dead silence every time the teacher asked a question cringe. Had these people merely looked on Chegg and called it a day? It made him embarrassed to be from the same country, so much so that he turned to playing with his phone and tuning out the rest of class.

Fourth period made him even sadder, if that was possible. While English literature wasn't meant to be particularly exciting he loathed to think that high school students were butchering it. As much as he didn't enjoy reading out loud, hearing volunteers stutter out Shakespeare hurt him in all sorts of ways.

If only there were something to interrupt the class.