Post by othellorile on Aug 2, 2008 11:50:41 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Meghan
Age; Old D:
Location; Arizona
Time Zone; Uh, pacific I think? o.o Am I tard for not knowing these things?
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
put me back together
make me right[/color][/center]
Name;[/b] Othello Geoffrey Rile [/size]
Age;[/b] 16[/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Ravenclaw
Blood;[/b] Half blood[/size]
Parents;[/b]
Olivia Oksana Rile – Mother(pure blood)
David Collin Hayes – Father(muggle) [/size]
Wand;[/b] 7’’, maple, dragon horn[/size]
Patronus;[/b] A moth, a very big moth.[/size]
Boggart;[/b] His dad[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Othello hasn’t learned how to yet, but if he knew he’d be a panther.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Neutral[/size]
Pets;[/b] A black goldfish named Johnny Cash[/size]
History;[/b] Olivia Oksana Rile was the product of an arranged marriage of two long lined, highly inbred Russian and very pure blood wizarding families. Pretty, like a real life snow white, porcelain white skin and dark hair, though she never acted the part of snow white. Olivia was wild and while she loved her parents and her siblings, she was the black sheep. Olivia was the only of her five sisters to ever wear a short skirt, the only to taste alcohol and have her share of premarital sex. She would bring home muggle boys, appauling her parents, her sisters and any relative or neighbor who heard of such a thing, and of those muggle boys was the American rough neck, David Collin Hayes. A rodeo junkie turned military, they two had met at a club and at the tender age of 18, David had gotten Olivia pregnant.
Olivia’s family wouldn’t allow her to have a baby without being married, so naturally, only a month before the Othello was due, Olivia and David were married. It wasn’t so bad, Olivia loved him, he was charming in an abrasive, untamable sort of way. David would never admit to this day that he loved her back, but he did. She and David settled to have a life together and raise their son in David’s New Mexico hometown, while her parents fled to Britian to avoid the shame wrought on them by their daughter.
Generally things don’t work out with such a start as this, and Othello’s beginning is no different. Othello was born, named after his mother and his father’s long deceased brother, he grew up in their small apartment. His mother raised him by herself, while his father chased the rodeo across the united states, trying to deny this attachment, this tie down and desire to leave his wild, cowboy life. Ollie never really knew his father, he still doesn’t, and it’s these first few years which had dictated that for the rest of his life. Ollie was a strange boy, frightfully intelligent and having obviously inherited his mother’s magical ability, as he could make his toys levitate before he could so much as walk.
He was solving equations at five years old, and even stranger, Ollie had a strange knack for keeping things clean, an almost inhuman characteristic for a five year old. Both oddities only progressed as he grew older, and it almost seemed that the smarter he got, the more germaphobic he got. Soon enough, Ollie had become reclusive to their small apartment, fearing the outdoors and keeping the apartment spotless, while indulging himself in learning magic from his mother, as well as math, physics and biology. His mother embraced him for who he was, but when his father came home from the rodeo, things got messy. Trying to bond with his son, David had sat Ollie up on the back of the horse, never mind that trying to get him out of the car was like pulling teeth. As soon as Ollie’d gotten on the animal, he’d thrown himself to the ground, and had his first official panic attack, which involved convulsing, screaming, and scratching the skin of his neck until it bled.
From that point on, Othello and his father’s relationship sky rocketed into more and more bad. They’d scream, Othello learned his first cuss words and his mother often times got into it on his defense. When his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Ollie was eleven, things didn’t settle, but instead took a steep dive. Cussing matches and door slamming fights between the eleven and 29 year old were all too frequent, and after a brief halt in the fights when his mother died when Othello was 13, cussing and door slamming turned into fist fights. David would break his son’s wrist, Othello’d knock out his father’s teeth and it wasn’t long until Ollie was taken away from his father’s custody, sent to Britian to live with his grandparents. Ever since all contact between him and his father has been strictly over legal business, though luckily his grandparents welcomingly accepted him. After all, he was the spitting image of their deceased daughter in male form who had been lost to the wind even before her death.
His grandparents sent him to therapist upon therapist once they discovered their son was a diagnosed mysophobe and suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder and acute paranoia. Each one was met with a blank slate, if not a feigning new psychological disorder every day. He spent the first summer with his grandparents like this, with blatant refusal for cooperation, which was why his grandparents were quick to make the decision that Hogwarts would be best for him.[/size]
Appearance;[/b] From his Irish/German, but mostly American father, Ollie inherited a hot temper, boney wrists and fingers and all other masculine aspects. Everything else he got from his Russian mother, and in all the right ways. Pale white skin with very few flaws, some of which being thin, barely visible scars on his neck. A bone structure to die for on a slightly angular, boxed face with a sharp jaw. Light, almost grey eyes that appear blue in the right light with thin, exotic shaped eyes. His face has a carved in marble appearance to it, since it seems all like one smooth line in a very appealing way, turned lips, high cheek bones and a straight, thin nose, Othello makes feminine look masculine and look good, all at the same time and effortlessly.
On occasion, he has a smile that can melt, since his face naturally pulls that way when he does smile. Though most the time when he smiles, he’s more so smirking, and despite his good looking, pretty face, he can look very creepy and near murderous when he smiles, though of course all while looking good. Standing at a modest 5’7, even though he is fairly thin, Othello has his own way of looking scary as hell, and really, he expects people to be afraid of him. He’d verbally degrade their existence soon as look at them, so in his posture, demeanor and expression he often fits his attitude.
His hair is possibly the only aspect of his appearance that he concerns himself with as far as looks go. Naturally having raven black hair, Othello has on occasion gone a light, dirty blonde, though for the most part maintains his natural color. It is almost always long with a usually messy, mussed hair style that curls into loose waves and hangs around his face giving him an effortlessly cute look. Other times Othello can look unintentionally quite fierce and edgy, since when his hair is straightened, a good 50% of the time as it is easy to work with, it really brings out that carved in marble, artistic bone structure of his. Generally Othello has sporadically layered hair, sometimes being longer in the back than the front and vice versa. Mostly, however, his hair never gets longer than hanging just above his shoulders, but is almost never collectively shorter than his jaw.
Of course, Othello doesn’t dress to intimidate. He dresses functionally, mostly in neutral colors as they are the easiest to see dirt and grime on. If he does wear colors, they’re sure to be dark or near white, rarely is there an in between color that is more than the hem line or anything alike. He generally covers up from head to toe, his hands on occasion, neck and face the most anyone outside of family and doctors has ever seen of his skin, and it’s not because Ollie is shy. Othello gets jittery, panicky or may even have a full blown panic attack to have more than the bare minimum of his skin exposed to the air, and moments of weakness like that are unacceptable in his perspective.
It’s not like Othello has anything to hide, either, since underneath all his layers of clothes is a thin body with barely an ounce of fat on it. Yes, he is skinny, but not unhealthily so, in fact he’s almost built like a swimmer, though how the boy obtains any muscle mass at all is one of the great mysteries of the world. Yet he does, and he maintains his weight without so much of a care, having also inherited his father’s fast metabolism. Being related to his dad had at least that one perk.
In short, Othello’s naturally good looking, the kind that makes people want to take pictures of him or hit on him. Yet as ironic as life is, Othello’s personality is no where as beautiful as his appearance, explaining why when people do take pictures of him, the very conservative, self conscious and flat angry Othello will smash cameras if he was too late to throw something over his face. [/size]
Personality;[/b] Othello Rile is a character, to say the least. To start out with, first and foremost Ollie is very intelligent. He has a photographic memory and can take the limit to any bounds of any equation in his head in a matter of seconds. It goes without saying that he can do addition, multiplication and all its relatives almost instantly. He knows the name of every bone in the human body, the intracellular workings of pathogens and actually has a good time holed up in his room reading about muggle science and cures. No one can blame him, either, since magic couldn’t cure his mother of breast cancer, just as muggle science couldn’t. Though just as he’s smart with math and science, he also has quite the skill for wizardry, as his calculating mind can remember every syllable, every movement, and he can take it deeper and more comprehensively than any average student can. His intelligence is one to be admired, though slightly useless at times as he drowns himself in it.
Even though he is almost appallingly smart, Ollie has plenty of psychosis, neurotic tendencies and irrational phobias to go around. First and foremost is his fear of germs, of dieing due to infectious disease, of being killed by something he can’t even see, but is always there. To accompany this fear is the obsessive compulsive need to clean, cover up and keep himself and everything around him clean. He wears gloves, long sleeved shirts on hot summer days, long pants, he even wipes down his desk and chair before he sits down. After his mother’s death he only got worse in this sense, though it’s always been something that’s been there. This paired with his phobia can lead to infamously violent panic attacks. On top of that, Othello has several neurotic habits, like never looking at who he’s talking to, scratching at his arms and neck, writing down random words as a person talks to him directly, often on his arms or any other convenient surface.
Given his intelligence and fears, a person would expect Othello to be some shy, sweet, if not a little strange, but all together agreeable young man. Those people are so wrong they should be struck down for it. Ollie Rile is one mean son of a bitch, using and abusing his intelligence to belittle others, having a biting and harsh sense of humor to go with it. Being a pretty good looking boy, it isn’t rare that a girl walk up to Othello, bright eyed and hopeful. It also isn’t rare that girls walk away from either ready to start an ‘Othello Rile Must Die’ club, or balling their eyes out. There are very few people he likes, and those people are mostly the ones who have known him for a minimum of five years. Naturally, Ollie gets into a lot of fights he can’t win like this, and he’s smart enough to know that, but for reason he keeps to himself he remains nothing but a cold, semi-heartless and very pretentious asshole.
To people outside Othello’s cruelty, he can occasionally come off as a very funny person. After all, Ollie has such an extensive knowledge of the English language that he can almost literally beat someone up with words, and while 50% of the time he utilizes this skill on someone innocent and undeserving, sometimes people are just asking for it. And honestly, Ollie really knows how to humiliate the crap out of someone. Naturally, humiliating someone entails getting people nearby to laugh at them, and he is proficiently good at it when he sets his mind to it. He’s also pretty funny when around the few friends he has, and often times not in a derogatory way, either. Of course, around friends he tends to let his guard down and break out the nerd jokes, like how an iron circle is a ferris wheel. No one ever laughs at that one but Othello.
Ollie is probably one of the most self conscious, self hating people alive. Unlike most people with a similar problem, though, Ollie plays confident flawlessly, flaunting himself like nobody’s business and being a complete ass about it too. It isn’t because he wants attention or anything else, Othello plays confident even when he isn’t to protect himself. The more confident he seems, the farther away people stay from his insides, insane, hurt and angry as they are. Ollie’s confidence is a defense mechanism, and the more people cross his comfort zone, he seems almost awkwardly more in control of himself, even though it paradoxically isn’t true. Because of this, he can seem quite violent, and isn’t afraid to hex someone or punch them in the nose, provided he has his gloves on.
Once past his defenses though, Othello really is a good person. His mother and grandparents have raised him right, with a firm set of morals and a sense of pride and dignity. Even though Othello is far to book-y of a person to be very heroic with any of his values, but they’re there, propping him up like a tent. Ollie can be harsh, cruel, and downright ruin a person’s week, as well as flip around their perspectives of themselves, but he’ll never really do anything he views as wrong or thinks can cause permanent emotional damage. He knows what that’s like, and doesn’t have it in him to do it to someone else. He does, however, have enough teenage angst and desire for revenge after being picked on to ruin someone’s day.
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Likes;[/b] His pet goldfish
Books
Medical journals
Learning new things
Riding in a car
Listening to music
Root beer
Air heads
Cold weather
Ice
Windex
Lysol
Bleach
Smoking
Sanitary wipes
His mom
His mom’s side of the family
Model rockets
Math
Biology
Physics
Transfiguration
Neutral colors
Being smarter than everyone else [/size]
Dislikes;[/b] People
Girls
Guys
Animals
Sex
Drugs
Drinking
Doctors
Hospitals
His dad
Rodeos
Neon colors
Germs
Divination
Horses
Cows
Dogs
Sports
Gross people
People with allergies
People who snuffle [/size]
Model;[/b] Alex Mckee[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Hi thar =D –wave-[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] For someone so harsh, nearly friendless and borderline cruel as Othello, it was almost surprising that so much could go on that he needed time to think about and do absolutely nothing. At least nothing that had any substantial meaning to his life. That was probably why Othello had come out here, since it seemed the residents here didn’t care for anyone from the school, so they were less likely to come here. They didn’t seem to mind Othello, but maybe they somehow knew that he was a horror to most everyone who went to Oscar Wilde. Of course they’d also yet to know that he was a horror to everyone, but Othello would mind his own for now, it was only when people came up to him.
Having walked here all the way from school since he had no better mode of transportation, Othello only stopped once to kneel down, looking at a lizard laying with it’s limbs spread out and belly flat on the concrete, sunning himself, oblivious to the very clear and present threat of cars. Using a small, empty jar from his bag, Othello had scooped up the lizard without having ever touched it, and then set it loose on a less traveled side road. Luckily it’d just run off into the grass anyway. Othello would say he’d done it to avoid a carcass harboring bacteria on the road side on his way back.
The second time he’d stopped was when he’d reached his destination, which was a small, uncomfortable bench situated in a park, particularly in front of an old duck pond. After taking the time to clean off the bench, Othello sat down, pulling a notebook from his messenger bag and ripping six sheets of paper from it, at which time he began folding. Othello wasn’t much of one for anything artistic, in fact he failed at all fine arts in a terrible disaster. However he understood construction and physics, so the folding paper wasn’t so bad.
When he was finally done, Othello had six paper boats sitting in his lap. Taking a moment to look at his work, he then got up, made his way to the edge of the duck pond, inching forward so there was only a few inches of water that was between his feet and the water’s edge. He crouched down, pausing a moment and looking down at the shallow water, almost smiling to see the hoards of small tadpoles swimming around just inches from him. Setting his mind to the task at hand, Othello set his boats in the water, giving them all a light push so they wouldn’t end up flush up against the sides of the pond so quickly.
Taking a moment to observe what he’d done, Othello stood up and stepped back, before finally retreating to the bench to watch his boats. [/size]
Name; Meghan
Age; Old D:
Location; Arizona
Time Zone; Uh, pacific I think? o.o Am I tard for not knowing these things?
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
put me back together
make me right
Name;[/b] Othello Geoffrey Rile [/size]
Age;[/b] 16[/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Ravenclaw
Blood;[/b] Half blood[/size]
Parents;[/b]
Olivia Oksana Rile – Mother(pure blood)
David Collin Hayes – Father(muggle) [/size]
Wand;[/b] 7’’, maple, dragon horn[/size]
Patronus;[/b] A moth, a very big moth.[/size]
Boggart;[/b] His dad[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Othello hasn’t learned how to yet, but if he knew he’d be a panther.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Neutral[/size]
Pets;[/b] A black goldfish named Johnny Cash[/size]
History;[/b] Olivia Oksana Rile was the product of an arranged marriage of two long lined, highly inbred Russian and very pure blood wizarding families. Pretty, like a real life snow white, porcelain white skin and dark hair, though she never acted the part of snow white. Olivia was wild and while she loved her parents and her siblings, she was the black sheep. Olivia was the only of her five sisters to ever wear a short skirt, the only to taste alcohol and have her share of premarital sex. She would bring home muggle boys, appauling her parents, her sisters and any relative or neighbor who heard of such a thing, and of those muggle boys was the American rough neck, David Collin Hayes. A rodeo junkie turned military, they two had met at a club and at the tender age of 18, David had gotten Olivia pregnant.
Olivia’s family wouldn’t allow her to have a baby without being married, so naturally, only a month before the Othello was due, Olivia and David were married. It wasn’t so bad, Olivia loved him, he was charming in an abrasive, untamable sort of way. David would never admit to this day that he loved her back, but he did. She and David settled to have a life together and raise their son in David’s New Mexico hometown, while her parents fled to Britian to avoid the shame wrought on them by their daughter.
Generally things don’t work out with such a start as this, and Othello’s beginning is no different. Othello was born, named after his mother and his father’s long deceased brother, he grew up in their small apartment. His mother raised him by herself, while his father chased the rodeo across the united states, trying to deny this attachment, this tie down and desire to leave his wild, cowboy life. Ollie never really knew his father, he still doesn’t, and it’s these first few years which had dictated that for the rest of his life. Ollie was a strange boy, frightfully intelligent and having obviously inherited his mother’s magical ability, as he could make his toys levitate before he could so much as walk.
He was solving equations at five years old, and even stranger, Ollie had a strange knack for keeping things clean, an almost inhuman characteristic for a five year old. Both oddities only progressed as he grew older, and it almost seemed that the smarter he got, the more germaphobic he got. Soon enough, Ollie had become reclusive to their small apartment, fearing the outdoors and keeping the apartment spotless, while indulging himself in learning magic from his mother, as well as math, physics and biology. His mother embraced him for who he was, but when his father came home from the rodeo, things got messy. Trying to bond with his son, David had sat Ollie up on the back of the horse, never mind that trying to get him out of the car was like pulling teeth. As soon as Ollie’d gotten on the animal, he’d thrown himself to the ground, and had his first official panic attack, which involved convulsing, screaming, and scratching the skin of his neck until it bled.
From that point on, Othello and his father’s relationship sky rocketed into more and more bad. They’d scream, Othello learned his first cuss words and his mother often times got into it on his defense. When his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Ollie was eleven, things didn’t settle, but instead took a steep dive. Cussing matches and door slamming fights between the eleven and 29 year old were all too frequent, and after a brief halt in the fights when his mother died when Othello was 13, cussing and door slamming turned into fist fights. David would break his son’s wrist, Othello’d knock out his father’s teeth and it wasn’t long until Ollie was taken away from his father’s custody, sent to Britian to live with his grandparents. Ever since all contact between him and his father has been strictly over legal business, though luckily his grandparents welcomingly accepted him. After all, he was the spitting image of their deceased daughter in male form who had been lost to the wind even before her death.
His grandparents sent him to therapist upon therapist once they discovered their son was a diagnosed mysophobe and suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder and acute paranoia. Each one was met with a blank slate, if not a feigning new psychological disorder every day. He spent the first summer with his grandparents like this, with blatant refusal for cooperation, which was why his grandparents were quick to make the decision that Hogwarts would be best for him.[/size]
Appearance;[/b] From his Irish/German, but mostly American father, Ollie inherited a hot temper, boney wrists and fingers and all other masculine aspects. Everything else he got from his Russian mother, and in all the right ways. Pale white skin with very few flaws, some of which being thin, barely visible scars on his neck. A bone structure to die for on a slightly angular, boxed face with a sharp jaw. Light, almost grey eyes that appear blue in the right light with thin, exotic shaped eyes. His face has a carved in marble appearance to it, since it seems all like one smooth line in a very appealing way, turned lips, high cheek bones and a straight, thin nose, Othello makes feminine look masculine and look good, all at the same time and effortlessly.
On occasion, he has a smile that can melt, since his face naturally pulls that way when he does smile. Though most the time when he smiles, he’s more so smirking, and despite his good looking, pretty face, he can look very creepy and near murderous when he smiles, though of course all while looking good. Standing at a modest 5’7, even though he is fairly thin, Othello has his own way of looking scary as hell, and really, he expects people to be afraid of him. He’d verbally degrade their existence soon as look at them, so in his posture, demeanor and expression he often fits his attitude.
His hair is possibly the only aspect of his appearance that he concerns himself with as far as looks go. Naturally having raven black hair, Othello has on occasion gone a light, dirty blonde, though for the most part maintains his natural color. It is almost always long with a usually messy, mussed hair style that curls into loose waves and hangs around his face giving him an effortlessly cute look. Other times Othello can look unintentionally quite fierce and edgy, since when his hair is straightened, a good 50% of the time as it is easy to work with, it really brings out that carved in marble, artistic bone structure of his. Generally Othello has sporadically layered hair, sometimes being longer in the back than the front and vice versa. Mostly, however, his hair never gets longer than hanging just above his shoulders, but is almost never collectively shorter than his jaw.
Of course, Othello doesn’t dress to intimidate. He dresses functionally, mostly in neutral colors as they are the easiest to see dirt and grime on. If he does wear colors, they’re sure to be dark or near white, rarely is there an in between color that is more than the hem line or anything alike. He generally covers up from head to toe, his hands on occasion, neck and face the most anyone outside of family and doctors has ever seen of his skin, and it’s not because Ollie is shy. Othello gets jittery, panicky or may even have a full blown panic attack to have more than the bare minimum of his skin exposed to the air, and moments of weakness like that are unacceptable in his perspective.
It’s not like Othello has anything to hide, either, since underneath all his layers of clothes is a thin body with barely an ounce of fat on it. Yes, he is skinny, but not unhealthily so, in fact he’s almost built like a swimmer, though how the boy obtains any muscle mass at all is one of the great mysteries of the world. Yet he does, and he maintains his weight without so much of a care, having also inherited his father’s fast metabolism. Being related to his dad had at least that one perk.
In short, Othello’s naturally good looking, the kind that makes people want to take pictures of him or hit on him. Yet as ironic as life is, Othello’s personality is no where as beautiful as his appearance, explaining why when people do take pictures of him, the very conservative, self conscious and flat angry Othello will smash cameras if he was too late to throw something over his face. [/size]
Personality;[/b] Othello Rile is a character, to say the least. To start out with, first and foremost Ollie is very intelligent. He has a photographic memory and can take the limit to any bounds of any equation in his head in a matter of seconds. It goes without saying that he can do addition, multiplication and all its relatives almost instantly. He knows the name of every bone in the human body, the intracellular workings of pathogens and actually has a good time holed up in his room reading about muggle science and cures. No one can blame him, either, since magic couldn’t cure his mother of breast cancer, just as muggle science couldn’t. Though just as he’s smart with math and science, he also has quite the skill for wizardry, as his calculating mind can remember every syllable, every movement, and he can take it deeper and more comprehensively than any average student can. His intelligence is one to be admired, though slightly useless at times as he drowns himself in it.
Even though he is almost appallingly smart, Ollie has plenty of psychosis, neurotic tendencies and irrational phobias to go around. First and foremost is his fear of germs, of dieing due to infectious disease, of being killed by something he can’t even see, but is always there. To accompany this fear is the obsessive compulsive need to clean, cover up and keep himself and everything around him clean. He wears gloves, long sleeved shirts on hot summer days, long pants, he even wipes down his desk and chair before he sits down. After his mother’s death he only got worse in this sense, though it’s always been something that’s been there. This paired with his phobia can lead to infamously violent panic attacks. On top of that, Othello has several neurotic habits, like never looking at who he’s talking to, scratching at his arms and neck, writing down random words as a person talks to him directly, often on his arms or any other convenient surface.
Given his intelligence and fears, a person would expect Othello to be some shy, sweet, if not a little strange, but all together agreeable young man. Those people are so wrong they should be struck down for it. Ollie Rile is one mean son of a bitch, using and abusing his intelligence to belittle others, having a biting and harsh sense of humor to go with it. Being a pretty good looking boy, it isn’t rare that a girl walk up to Othello, bright eyed and hopeful. It also isn’t rare that girls walk away from either ready to start an ‘Othello Rile Must Die’ club, or balling their eyes out. There are very few people he likes, and those people are mostly the ones who have known him for a minimum of five years. Naturally, Ollie gets into a lot of fights he can’t win like this, and he’s smart enough to know that, but for reason he keeps to himself he remains nothing but a cold, semi-heartless and very pretentious asshole.
To people outside Othello’s cruelty, he can occasionally come off as a very funny person. After all, Ollie has such an extensive knowledge of the English language that he can almost literally beat someone up with words, and while 50% of the time he utilizes this skill on someone innocent and undeserving, sometimes people are just asking for it. And honestly, Ollie really knows how to humiliate the crap out of someone. Naturally, humiliating someone entails getting people nearby to laugh at them, and he is proficiently good at it when he sets his mind to it. He’s also pretty funny when around the few friends he has, and often times not in a derogatory way, either. Of course, around friends he tends to let his guard down and break out the nerd jokes, like how an iron circle is a ferris wheel. No one ever laughs at that one but Othello.
Ollie is probably one of the most self conscious, self hating people alive. Unlike most people with a similar problem, though, Ollie plays confident flawlessly, flaunting himself like nobody’s business and being a complete ass about it too. It isn’t because he wants attention or anything else, Othello plays confident even when he isn’t to protect himself. The more confident he seems, the farther away people stay from his insides, insane, hurt and angry as they are. Ollie’s confidence is a defense mechanism, and the more people cross his comfort zone, he seems almost awkwardly more in control of himself, even though it paradoxically isn’t true. Because of this, he can seem quite violent, and isn’t afraid to hex someone or punch them in the nose, provided he has his gloves on.
Once past his defenses though, Othello really is a good person. His mother and grandparents have raised him right, with a firm set of morals and a sense of pride and dignity. Even though Othello is far to book-y of a person to be very heroic with any of his values, but they’re there, propping him up like a tent. Ollie can be harsh, cruel, and downright ruin a person’s week, as well as flip around their perspectives of themselves, but he’ll never really do anything he views as wrong or thinks can cause permanent emotional damage. He knows what that’s like, and doesn’t have it in him to do it to someone else. He does, however, have enough teenage angst and desire for revenge after being picked on to ruin someone’s day.
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Likes;[/b] His pet goldfish
Books
Medical journals
Learning new things
Riding in a car
Listening to music
Root beer
Air heads
Cold weather
Ice
Windex
Lysol
Bleach
Smoking
Sanitary wipes
His mom
His mom’s side of the family
Model rockets
Math
Biology
Physics
Transfiguration
Neutral colors
Being smarter than everyone else [/size]
Dislikes;[/b] People
Girls
Guys
Animals
Sex
Drugs
Drinking
Doctors
Hospitals
His dad
Rodeos
Neon colors
Germs
Divination
Horses
Cows
Dogs
Sports
Gross people
People with allergies
People who snuffle [/size]
Model;[/b] Alex Mckee[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Hi thar =D –wave-[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] For someone so harsh, nearly friendless and borderline cruel as Othello, it was almost surprising that so much could go on that he needed time to think about and do absolutely nothing. At least nothing that had any substantial meaning to his life. That was probably why Othello had come out here, since it seemed the residents here didn’t care for anyone from the school, so they were less likely to come here. They didn’t seem to mind Othello, but maybe they somehow knew that he was a horror to most everyone who went to Oscar Wilde. Of course they’d also yet to know that he was a horror to everyone, but Othello would mind his own for now, it was only when people came up to him.
Having walked here all the way from school since he had no better mode of transportation, Othello only stopped once to kneel down, looking at a lizard laying with it’s limbs spread out and belly flat on the concrete, sunning himself, oblivious to the very clear and present threat of cars. Using a small, empty jar from his bag, Othello had scooped up the lizard without having ever touched it, and then set it loose on a less traveled side road. Luckily it’d just run off into the grass anyway. Othello would say he’d done it to avoid a carcass harboring bacteria on the road side on his way back.
The second time he’d stopped was when he’d reached his destination, which was a small, uncomfortable bench situated in a park, particularly in front of an old duck pond. After taking the time to clean off the bench, Othello sat down, pulling a notebook from his messenger bag and ripping six sheets of paper from it, at which time he began folding. Othello wasn’t much of one for anything artistic, in fact he failed at all fine arts in a terrible disaster. However he understood construction and physics, so the folding paper wasn’t so bad.
When he was finally done, Othello had six paper boats sitting in his lap. Taking a moment to look at his work, he then got up, made his way to the edge of the duck pond, inching forward so there was only a few inches of water that was between his feet and the water’s edge. He crouched down, pausing a moment and looking down at the shallow water, almost smiling to see the hoards of small tadpoles swimming around just inches from him. Setting his mind to the task at hand, Othello set his boats in the water, giving them all a light push so they wouldn’t end up flush up against the sides of the pond so quickly.
Taking a moment to observe what he’d done, Othello stood up and stepped back, before finally retreating to the bench to watch his boats. [/size]