Post by OLIVER JAMES WILDER on Aug 8, 2014 23:58:51 GMT -5
::Student & Staff Application::
"My demons don't have a leash"
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Name: Oliver James Wilder
Time at Xorinthia: his arrived ( day 1)
Gender: Male
Species: Human(Gifted)
Age: 20
Position: Student
Personality:
Oliver is a hard guy to deceiver. Mostly , his emotions run around everywhere. One minute he's desperate for alone time, the next he's caught up in a fight. This school makes him frustrated , seeing all these people with control when he couldn't have any. He's extremely protective over youth; he's very fond of his little sister. The one problem is that he doesn't see her.
Oliver isn't afraid to kill anymore, and he now welcomes it... If only he could make control and sense of his curse. He will fight for what he believes in and plans to learn control to hint down his family and kidnap his sister so they can be together forever.
Not only does he believe in staying youthful, he also would fight anyone who suggests anything remotely against children. Although, he isn't fond of woman anymore since his mom chucked him away. He is what you could call an anti-feminist. Hell, he hates men too.
Likes:
Small children, tree climbing, isolation
Dislikes:
His powers, his anger, losing people
Looks/Physical Description:
Me. Wilder has what some could call the cute-nerdy look. He has curly blonde hair and a smooth face. His eyes are soft but he has a dark green take them over when his powers get out of control or he's building up an explosion. His hands often get "sweaty" when he's in tough situations which is actually the acid that builds up onto his skin and drips to the ground slightly. When he loses control, his features tense up and he blacks out. The pupils in his eyes dilate with anger as well as wonder. Often , he's not so clean. In the woods , he would wash in streams and mud puddles so he isn't the fondest of showers or soap, definitely not soap. His scent comes off as a burned wood after a forest fire.
Backstory:
Oliver James Wilder
Oliver was born into a close knit family. Not strict rules but, close, loving and his family were his best friends. Although, the family he had was quite poor. When His parents had his little sister, Charisma, they lost everything . The expenses for two kids and the fact that his father got laid off made them lose their house. Oliver and Charisma were left on the streets . But, the family stuck together. That's what a real family does.
When Oliver was 19 things took a drastic turn. Maybe he was born with the events that happened engraved in his life path or maybe he was pure evil... One day their father came home and suggested that Oliver start working...street working.. Selling himself to perverted men. Now, his father loved him to death. He was always able to tell Oliver everything and vise versa but, this..they were living out of the car at this point. And Charisma at the age of six was starving.
" it's not like you have to stand their naked! You'll go to the streets and you can set limits ! Just Olive..we need the money ..for HER" did he not think Oliver knew that?!?! Of course Charisma was always his priority too!
Oliver's poor mother didn't respond or defend Oliver. No way in hell would he have someone's dick inside him! He wasn't gay!
Upon the argument escalating, Charisma overheard a few words. She was bright . She was a young girl who was being forced to grow up quickly into tough times. What went through her head was naked and streets. She sensed all the tension and pain throughout the whole car so when no one was looking she got out , almost tumbling and started walking down the street. When she got halfway down she took off her clothes and stood there. She didn't understand how this made people happy. It wasn't even fun for her. Suddenly Oliver realized she was gone and growled , running to find her. When he found her, a car slowing down near her as she was walking towards it ,he glared, pulling his shirt off and placing it around her.the car couldn't get away fast enough, zooming down the road. The color of his eyes were blazing a deep green.
" YOU DID THIS !" He snarled, his stance stiffening as his chest heaved in agony. His dad backed up.
" Olive..relax ..she's okay..everyone's okay!" Oliver didn't hear the words as everything went black from rage. All he remembers well enough is that he heard his dad's scream and the way his skin melted away until his bones hit the floor.
Next thing Oliver knew, he was knocked out by his mother and thrown deep into the woods with a backpack of water and food. They didn't want the police involved..they never did. They handled things as a family.. He guessed that went he wasn't welcome in it anymore..
After a week of walking and figuring out where a road was , he realized he was in Midlothian. He tried to explain to people that he just needed a place to stay but it was no use. No one wanted him, no one trusted his look..he LOOKED insane..maybe he was. So he went back to the woods..he was forced to learn to live scarcely and dangerously. He stole to get by and he slept in trees..until one day a lady found him. He was covered in dirt, blood and his own acid. The ground under him was soaking wet. The girl bowed and held up a hand in a truce. He backed up, breathing deeply , sensing the air around him.
" I can help you " he didn't believe her. He trusted no one. He loved no one.
" Doubt it" the woman waved her hands in the air , showing how the ground lifted , the trees growing larger. Oliver went wide eyed and did what he had to to keep surviving..he went with her ..all the way to this damn school. And now that he was stuck...he regretted even agreeing to his freedom being taken away and thrown into rules stricken walls.
Abilities: Chemical ability. Mostly acid. But Oliver can make compounds, can combine acid in his body to cause chaos...even melt away skin.
Face Claim: Evan Peters