Post by oliver jonah cullen on Mar 22, 2008 5:01:10 GMT -5
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experience: a good deal
other characters here: James Ryan & Aura Garner
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Oliver Jonah Cullen
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nickname(s): Ollie, O.J., and Cullen
age: barely sixteen
birthday: 3 September
year: sophomore
gender: male
sexual orientation: heterosexual
clique: rebels
{appearance}
portrayed by: Frank Iero
height: 5'2"
eye color: hazel
hair color: black, though it's typically got some other various color in it as well
overall:
The most noticeable thing about Oliver, the one thing that drives him truly insane, is his height. Though his father was quite tall, it seemed that Oliver was not destined to follow in the man's footsteps. Despite the fact that there's still time for him to grow, the family doctor is quite sure that the chances of the boy even surpassing his mother's height is very slim. While he's heard this all before, Oliver has not come to terms with the fact yet and is still very sensitive whenever someone mentions how tiny he is.
In keeping with his lack of feet and inches, Oliver is also a lightweight. He was always skinny as a child and it seemed that this, too, was not destined to change. No matter how much he eats he cannot seem to gain more than a pound or two before it all drops off once more. He's not exceptionally active and the more likely cause seems to be the high metabolism that he inherited from his father. The only plus side to his size, as far as he can tell, is the wide array of clothing selections that are available to him. While most would likely find it a bit odd, Oliver is not above wearing girls' jeans if the cut is right and he especially leans towards their more colorful belts. His clothing is one of the only ways he tends to openly express himself as, in truth, it does not set him too far out of place with the others who would be grouped into his 'clique'.
Despite what others may think, Oliver doesn't think that he's an unattractive guy. While some have told him that he looks a bit feminine, he likes the overall smallness and softness of his features. He has a fair complexion and rarely breaks out, something his older sister is quite jealous of. His favorite feature, though, is probably his eyes. He's been known to play them up with some very sparse eyeliner, though this is an infrequent practice as it's seemed to bring on more than the average amount of teasing from a few of the jocks in his physical education class.
His all-time favorite feature, however, are ones that were acquired by his own choices and actions. Since his earliest teenage years, Oliver always felt a draw toward tattoos and piercings. He received his first of the latter when he was fourteen and has managed to collect several more, as well as a good number of illegal tattoos, since then. While his mother certainly doesn't approve, Oliver has passed the point where he actually cares what she thinks and tends to get new work on a whim in part just to piss her off.
{personality}
general:
There was a time in his life when Oliver would have been considered to be one of the most well-behaved and well-adjusted children that most anyone had ever met. This likely would not have changed had it not been for the death of his father when he was six years-old. The typically outgoing and personable little boy withdrew into a shell that no one in his family could figure out how to penetrate. Unfortunately, little has changed since then.
Oliver is still a very quiet boy, but he has taken to acting out, especially when it comes to aggravating his mother. While he still cares about school far more than people would expect, when he is not there, he tends to spend the majority of his time partying with his friends from the guitar shop and drinking until the early morning hours. He skips school with a mild regularity to get tattoos and piercings or to continue the party from the night before. In more recent months, especially, he's begun to show less of an interest in school and more in making himself happy for the moment. It's becoming increasingly difficult, however, for him to do so as he constantly is left worrying about something or another.
His absolute pessimism is perhaps one of his least attractive traits. Oliver is rarely able to see the positive side of things and this tends to effect the relationships that he has with other people. He often suffocates others with his constant doting and he is always fearful that something is going to happen to one of his friends. This, however, extends to an almost obsessive devotion to his sisters and he's been known to call them multiple times in the span of a few hours just to check up on them. While this annoys his friends, the girls have gotten as used to it as they can be and often thank him for his concern. Hearing that is one of the only things that makes Oliver feel good these days.
The other, of course, is playing music. Oliver's biggest interest is in playing the guitar and it tends to rule his life when he's sober. It seems to be one of the only times that he can simply lose himself and forget all the horrible injustices that he felt has been dealt to him throughout his life. It also tends to be the time when he is in the best mood, so if someone needs to ask him a favor or wants something, when he's playing is certainly the best time to act on that desire.
Generally, Oliver really is a pretty nice guy. When someone does something to upset him beyond his relatively high threshold for annoyance, however, he has a tendency to snap. Despite his small size, Oliver does not bother with arguments when he feels someone has cut him too deeply. He dives right in to physical confrontations to the point where many of his friends have told him that he looks as if he has a death wish. He's never denied that fact and though he's not one to look suicidal, some can't help but worry anyway.
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{history}
birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada
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history:
Oliver and Devon Cullen were born on a warm night in early September. Marianna, especially, was thrilled by the addition to their family as there had not been a male child born to their family in two generations. That was the most likely reason why it seemed that despite the fact that they had two perfectly lovely daughters, the new parents spent the majority of their time doting on their beautiful baby boy.
Oliver lived the life that most little boys would have dreamed of. He was given anything and everything that he wanted, within reason of course, and for a long time it seemed that nothing could ruin the bubble of perfection that had settled over the Cullens and had made them one of the must envied families in their neighborhood. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. When Oliver was six years-old, his father was killed during a carjacking on his way home from work.
This immediately tumbled his family into a state of disarray. His mother had always been a stay-at-home mom and suddenly the money was gone. They were forced to leave Nevada and move into his maternal grandparents' house in Los Angeles, California. Kassidy and Devon seemed to settle quite well in their new living situation, but Oliver could not bring himself to be content. He had always been closer to his father than anyone else in his family and suddenly that support system that had been so carefully developed was gone.
Several years passed and Oliver had finally begun to gain a sense of closure in terms of his father's passing. In fact, he may have reclaimed the innocent, playful personality that had eluded him for so long had it not been for the announcement his mother made one chilly December night. She would be getting remarried and they were going to be moving in with the man in less than a week. His father had only been gone for three years and as far as Oliver was concerned, it was far too fast to try to replace someone who had meant so much to him with a shabby substitute. He tried to convince his mother that she should feel the same, but she refused to listen. Dominic made her happy and that should be all that matters, as far as she was concerned anyway.
Though he didn't act out as harshly as one would assume, any bond that he had formerly had with his mother was severed the moment that she and Dominic exchanged rings. The quiet little boy would rarely be heard from at all for the next few years unless it involved a good deal of yelling back and forth with one of his 'parents' or whispered conversations with his sisters, who soon became his best friends.
When Oliver was thirteen, he finally began to act out in ways that they would expect from a teenager. He started acquiring illegal tattoos and piercings and staying out later and later at night. They tried grounding him and anything else they could think of, but nothing seemed to deter him from his chosen behavior. They tried plying him with gifts, but the only time he seemed content for a while was when he came home to find a guitar on his bed. It didn't last, not that they were surprised, and by the time he was fifteen they had given up. He still did well enough in school, but it was the only solace Marianna could find in the son that she had lost along the way.
Oliver's time is now spent between school and parties. He spends time with his sisters when he can, but it's rare to find him at the townhouse where the rest of his family lives. When he's not at school or out partying, he can most often be found at his friend Andrew's Spring Valley apartment, the place where he has slowly been transferring his possessions to for the past several months. He intends to be fully moved in before Thanksgiving break this fall.
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roleplay sample:
Ever since his first morning as a Hufflepuff, Henry had been incredibly grateful for the minimal windows in his dormitory. Had he been sorted into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, he was quite sure that he'd be awoken far earlier by the sunlight streaming in through the openings in the highest towers of the school. Instead, he had been quite pleased to discover that the Hufflepuff common room and dormitories were actually under the castle. One would likely wonder why he felt this way, but as far as Henry was concerned it was really quite simple, he was not a morning person in the slightest. The later he could sleep, the better his life was, until his roommates had taken to waking him up before they left for breakfast in the morning.
Today had been no different than any other day. Henry had waited until they'd all popped off to their morning activities before finally forcing himself out of bed as the realization that he'd likely not slip back to sleep had worked its way into his mind. It was Saturday and the fact was that they'd likely only roused him to be rude rather than out of concern for his schedule. After all, who honestly had things to do on a Saturday?
Henry frowned as his feet hit the cold stone of the dormitory floor. He'd forgotten to pack his slippers when he'd left home that August, though he'd not been upset about it at the time. To be honest, there were days he'd wished he'd never bought them at all after the teasing he'd been subjected to from a few individuals, but he'd come to the conclusion in recent days that perhaps it was more important to keep his feet happy than his housemates. With a soft sigh, Henry dug into his trunk in search of some clothing for the day. Saturdays meant he was free to dress however he pleased and that tended to require more effort than simply tossing on a uniform and hopping up the stairs to the classrooms above. While not quite enough to make him wish for school days all week through, it would have certainly been easier for someone with as little fashion sense as the youngest Marston boy.
He finally found a black tee shirt that looked to be acceptable and pulled it over his head. A pair of blue jeans quickly followed and as Henry bent down to pull on the yellow trainers that his mother had thought to be so clever, he wondered what exactly he was meant to do with his morning. After all, there were no lessons he was currently running late to, nor was there a detention that he was supposed to be serving. Actually, the only thing he could think of was breakfast, a shocking idea as he typically had little time for the meal most days. In fact, Henry could not think of a day in the recent past when he'd actually emerged into a brightly lit Great Hall filled with bits of toast and bacon. The idea was both appealing and appalling all at once as he'd really have preferred a bit more sleep to sausage any day.
Henry dragged his feet up the steps, dreading the burst of light that would assail him when he reached the top. He'd become quite fond of the darkness since he'd first come to Hogwarts and he found himself wishing for a spot of rain later on in the day. He honestly didn't mind the dreary weather that seemed to hang over Hogwarts, especially of late, and though he wished there were different reasons for it, he constantly found himself to be one of the few who tried to look on the bright side of the newly darkened atmosphere. It was admittedly a bit difficult, however, when one had to consider the losses that had made it possible.
Sitting down with a slightly dazed expression, Henry attempted to absorb exactly what he was looking at. He'd not seen pancakes in so long that he was quite sure he'd forgotten what they looked like until then. He began to load up his plate, noticing vaguely that he was no longer the sole occupant of that portion of the table. With a quick glance to his left, Henry was quite surprised to see that Susan Bones had settled herself in beside him and begun to load up her plate.
"Good morning, Susan," Henry said quietly, his voice barely perceptible amongst the clinking of the dishes. Since his second year at Hogwarts, Henry had found himself stricken with a bit of a crush on the vivacious older girl, though he'd never managed to come out and mention it to her. In fact, he was quite sure that he never actually would, no matter how much it seemed to bother him keeping the information in. Then again, he wasn't sure how anyone could not be a bit smitten with a girl so full of life as Susan seemed to be. "Anything interesting in your plans for the day?" he asked curiously, though he was quite that there must be. He doubted she ever had a boring day, very unlike his own typical Saturday spent locked away in a corner of the library. Then again, there was always the chance that he'd be surprised and discover that perhaps they really weren't so different after all, even if he highly doubted that was the case.
Today had been no different than any other day. Henry had waited until they'd all popped off to their morning activities before finally forcing himself out of bed as the realization that he'd likely not slip back to sleep had worked its way into his mind. It was Saturday and the fact was that they'd likely only roused him to be rude rather than out of concern for his schedule. After all, who honestly had things to do on a Saturday?
Henry frowned as his feet hit the cold stone of the dormitory floor. He'd forgotten to pack his slippers when he'd left home that August, though he'd not been upset about it at the time. To be honest, there were days he'd wished he'd never bought them at all after the teasing he'd been subjected to from a few individuals, but he'd come to the conclusion in recent days that perhaps it was more important to keep his feet happy than his housemates. With a soft sigh, Henry dug into his trunk in search of some clothing for the day. Saturdays meant he was free to dress however he pleased and that tended to require more effort than simply tossing on a uniform and hopping up the stairs to the classrooms above. While not quite enough to make him wish for school days all week through, it would have certainly been easier for someone with as little fashion sense as the youngest Marston boy.
He finally found a black tee shirt that looked to be acceptable and pulled it over his head. A pair of blue jeans quickly followed and as Henry bent down to pull on the yellow trainers that his mother had thought to be so clever, he wondered what exactly he was meant to do with his morning. After all, there were no lessons he was currently running late to, nor was there a detention that he was supposed to be serving. Actually, the only thing he could think of was breakfast, a shocking idea as he typically had little time for the meal most days. In fact, Henry could not think of a day in the recent past when he'd actually emerged into a brightly lit Great Hall filled with bits of toast and bacon. The idea was both appealing and appalling all at once as he'd really have preferred a bit more sleep to sausage any day.
Henry dragged his feet up the steps, dreading the burst of light that would assail him when he reached the top. He'd become quite fond of the darkness since he'd first come to Hogwarts and he found himself wishing for a spot of rain later on in the day. He honestly didn't mind the dreary weather that seemed to hang over Hogwarts, especially of late, and though he wished there were different reasons for it, he constantly found himself to be one of the few who tried to look on the bright side of the newly darkened atmosphere. It was admittedly a bit difficult, however, when one had to consider the losses that had made it possible.
Sitting down with a slightly dazed expression, Henry attempted to absorb exactly what he was looking at. He'd not seen pancakes in so long that he was quite sure he'd forgotten what they looked like until then. He began to load up his plate, noticing vaguely that he was no longer the sole occupant of that portion of the table. With a quick glance to his left, Henry was quite surprised to see that Susan Bones had settled herself in beside him and begun to load up her plate.
"Good morning, Susan," Henry said quietly, his voice barely perceptible amongst the clinking of the dishes. Since his second year at Hogwarts, Henry had found himself stricken with a bit of a crush on the vivacious older girl, though he'd never managed to come out and mention it to her. In fact, he was quite sure that he never actually would, no matter how much it seemed to bother him keeping the information in. Then again, he wasn't sure how anyone could not be a bit smitten with a girl so full of life as Susan seemed to be. "Anything interesting in your plans for the day?" he asked curiously, though he was quite that there must be. He doubted she ever had a boring day, very unlike his own typical Saturday spent locked away in a corner of the library. Then again, there was always the chance that he'd be surprised and discover that perhaps they really weren't so different after all, even if he highly doubted that was the case.
previous RP roles: Lavender Brown, etc.
anything else?: Last one, I promise! <3
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