Oliver

Ollie se promena dans les sentiers sinueux des bidonvilles, regardant une série d'oursins qu'il dirigeait et qui semblaient tous jouer. Cela a fait d'Oliver un sourire, une occasion rare en soi. Il a soulevé le capot de son sweat gris et l'a laissé reposer sur le dessus de sa tête. Mains dans ses poches de tracks, Oliver a continué à s'interroger autour de Sierra-Armstrong. Il semblait presque que tout le monde était pressé, tous convergent sur la garnison dans un groupe brouillé. Les nouvelles voyagent toujours vite dans la petite communauté. Décider de prendre le rythme, le jeune homme a commencé à jogger, ne voulant manquer aucun de ce qui se passait. L'information était un outil puissant. Beaucoup plus puissant que n'importe quel fusil ou couteau qu'un soldat utilise. Oliver a presque craché à la simple pensée de ces bâtards visqueux.
Alors qu'il s'approchait de la source de la commotion, Ollie tenta de découvrir la situation autant qu'il le pouvait en écoutant diverses personnes autour de lui. 'Novak... retour...'. Les quelques mots qui ne cessaient de se répéter. Si c'était vrai, Sierra-Armstrong allait devenir beaucoup plus intéressant. Oliver a cherché n'importe quel point de vue qu'il pouvait utiliser pour regarder la petite foule. Être au seuil de l'adolescent et de l'adulte ne l'a pas beaucoup aidé en essayant de voir les choses sur un objet de blocage, ou dans ce cas un groupe.
Oliver a repéré un tuyau de gouttière sur le côté d'une maison qui était à la hauteur parfaite. Personne ne le remarquerait, ils étaient tous trop occupés à essayer d'arriver à l'incident. En s'emparant du tuyau avec confiance, Oliver grimpa doucement sur le côté de la maison, en utilisant les supports comme poignées et repose-pieds pour sécuriser sa montée. Se balançant sur le toit, Oliver rampa calmement jusqu'au bord et s'assit sur le côté, laissant ses jambes s'allonger sur le toit. Il a pu tout voir, et ce qui était le plus intéressant, c'était une jeune femme qui se disputait avec quelques gardes. Alors qu'il était trop loin pour entendre ce qu'on disait, il pouvait identifier la femme comme Kaitlyn. La sœur de Damian Novak. Cela ne pouvait signifier qu'une chose, et ses soupçons étaient vrais. Damian Novak était de retour
"Fais chier..."
Full Name:
Oliver "Ollie" Allington
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
17
Appearance:
Ollie stands at 5' 9", and weighs 135 lbs. His hair is cut very short, making it easy to maintain so he can get on the go much easier. Well, he doesn't completely care about his appearance too much. He mostly wears hoodies and sweatpants. Good all around clothes that keep him light. They can vary in colours, but his red bandana is signature when he's undercover, spreading his message against the totalitarian rulers of Sierra-Armstrong
Biography:
Ollie was a child, probably about 12 years old, when his parents came to Sierra-Armstrong, hoping to find a safe haven. To the best of his knowledge, or at least what his parents told him, the SA County was exactly that. However, that was until the Armstrong Garrison really started to clamp down onto Sierra Armstrong and began to rule with their iron fist. Oliver's father was an active speaker against the military establishment, especially when their harshness was openly displayed. However, his father was one of few who was brave enough to voice what the rest of the community were thinking.
It was very easy for them to put their boot on top of the free speakers, quite literally. Oliver watched from his slum-house as his parents were dragged out into the mud, his father shot and mother taken away into the Garrison building. Oliver was left to care for himself for over four years. It was only a year ago when the news was broken to him. His mother had died of an illness. Outraged, Oliver has had enough.
Up until now, Oliver spent the last year gathering together what would be contraband items in the wall of Sierra-Armstrong. Managing to find spray cans and his bow and arrows, Oliver has managed to keep his gear spread about, using abandoned slum houses as hiding spots to spread his tracks as much as possible. He's promised to finish what his father started, with graffiti being the first part to inspire the people. Ollie doesn't know when he'll be able to raise his weapon against the Armstrong garrison, but when the time comes, he'll be ready...
Personality:
Ollie can seem quite stand off-ish at first. He's very slow to trust people at first, not wanting anyone to get an idea on what he's doing. However, if you can be trusted, then his true personality comes through. While it's true he doesn't talk much, he's a good listener and helps everyone he can. Ollie likes to climb up things, seeing views beyond the walls, even if it's unlikely he'll ever venture beyond them. Actually, his ability to climb and move his quite useful for his tagging too.
While Oliver has his own agenda, you'll have a loyal ally through thick and thin when he is able to call you a friend.
Living Arrangements:
Ollie lives at a Slum House on the very fringe of area outside the Armstrong Garrison.
Possessions:
Ollie's true possessions are three things. His collections of spray paints, kept at a safehouse. His bow and arrow, kept at another safehouse, and a photo of his mom and dad. The photo is kept in his current home.

Relations:
(WIP)