Oliver Wasp

[Oliver "Wasp"]

Oliver "Wasp"

Oliver "Wasp" Seventeen Nefarious The Wasp Opportunity Data - Virus FACE CLAIM: Lavi ANIMANGA: D. Gray-man GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 5' 8" WEIGHT: 135lbs APPEARANCE Standing at an average five feet eight inches and weighing only one hundred thirty five pounds, the lean Oliver Wasp makes for a perfectly average teenaged boy - that is, if you don’t look at his glowing red hair and eye patch. His figure is a little geeky, and due the lack of fat his muscle tone is well defined, more apparent in his runner’s legs than anywhere else on his body. Long, bright red hair feathers his cranium, oft covering the right side of his features and framing the left. Sharp details in his chin and nose give the boy a cunning appearance, and the eye patch certainly doesn't help that notion. Oliver’s eyes are a gleaming green that compliment his red hair to point. Well, the one eye he has anyway. The other is still technically there, but is now simply a purely white optic with a scar ranging from his brow to his upper cheek and crossing his eye. He covers the unnerving sight with an eye patch that either runs up through his hair or across his face and through the hooped earring in his left ear. The ring is a small silver hoop embellished with garnet emerald studs. The boy is normally clothed in an olive tank with a tight, leather overcoat and dark-red skinny jeans with similarly colored converses. (All of which was stolen in some sense). LIKES Illusion - getting away with stealing Justice - taking from the corrupt to give to the less fortunate Crowded areas Running or athleticism in general Snagging big catches (like his leather coat and earring) DISLIKES Authority or being told what to do Dirt (yes the homeless boy is a germaphobe)   Flaunty people Humanity in general Rain POSITIVE Clever Strategic Street-Smart Cautious Generous - has a Robinhood Complex NEGATIVE Rebellious Cunning Thief Authority Issues Negative Outlook on Life HISTORY Five years old, young Oliver watched his mother’s eyes fade out in the middle of a dark Tokyo alleyway during a thunderstorm. His father disappeared after raping and impregnating his already homeless mother. She was a beautiful woman who kept clean despite her housing situation. When Oliver was born, the woman sacrificed every available part of herself to keep him alive and healthy. She passed on her ideals of being generous and presentable, even if you had nothing to your name. These ideals would stick with the boy throughout his life. For five years she held on to the boy, teaching him how to find food and shelter through scavenging, it wasn't the life she wanted for her child though. She dreamed of leaving the city, becoming a forest dweller, and living off the land. Oliver was five years of age when his mother finally decided that he was old enough to be able survive in the wilderness with her. She held the boy’s hand and began to move through the city’s alleys towards the forest. Then, a dark voice called from behind, “Hey!” A tall man stood facing them, a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. “Give me all you got.” Oliver’s mother shook her head in shock. Obviously the two had nothing, even the clothes that they wore were made from thrown out rags. The man’s demonic eyes then trailed down to the boy, and in a singsongy voice, “Oh – well what do have here?” "No!” the woman shouted, pushing her son behind her back. The man then lunged forward and grabbed the boy whilst pushing her back. A clap of thunder sounded and the sky began to pour with rain. He held Oliver up, the knife against his face. “Give me what I want or the boy gets it.” Before she could speak, a bolt of lightning flashed and Oliver kicked the man in his crotch and fled to his mother. Unfortunately, the man’s reaction was to fire his gun. As soon as he realized that he had done this, he did a double take and wobbled away so the murder wouldn’t be pinned on him. Oliver halted as his mother’s eyes went blank and she collapsed to the earth. His mouth quivered, tears began to flood his eyes. He ran to her and planted his face on her cold body. She picked her head up and in a faint voice, “Oliver, I love you s…” and she faded away. It wasn’t until the next day that the boy noticed his eye had been victim to the man’s pained reflexes. The blood was dry but he could feel the cut over his eye. Astonishingly, the cut didn’t blind him, though it did blur his vision considerably. He stayed with his mother for a few hours more before a paw (claw/wing/etc) touched his shoulder. Oliver didn’t ask a single question because as he looked into the creature’s eyes he felt a calming warmth. Without a word the creature began to walk away and Oliver simply followed it. The next twelve years were spent learning how to not only survive, but how to live. Oliver took up pickpocketing, and through years of training he mastered the skill. In his early years the thief was caught on multiple occasions, but his partner Digimon was always there to cause an unseen diversion that let the boy escape. The two became a beautifully tragic team that would spend their days taking from the wealthy and giving to those who had nothing. Those people would refer to him as Oliver the Wasp because of how he stung the wealthy’s fortune with his speed and guile. When Milleniummon appeared, Oliver felt an instant obligation to him. Though not a Digimon himself, he felt connected with the creatures – and he wasn’t a huge fan of human society to begin with. He didn’t know how, but if there was anything he could do to aid in the Digimon’s merging, he would. MEMBER NAME: Olive AGE: 19 OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE "Gre.." he groaned. His hands were jittery, one rubbed his non-visible eye while the other scratched the back of his neck. Dark circles seemed to deepen the man's eyes. Venick hadn't been sleeping well lately due to a sort of anxiety. It was probably caused by him sitting here doing nothing since he received Feebas. This was so weird for him, normally he had everything planned out, he knew what he wanted to do and how he would do it. Oak was probably a bit irritated with how little he's done since he 'started.' But he just felt so lost. What was he supposed to be doing anyway? Feebas rolled around a bit in his lap to get adjusted. That was another thing, he couldn't go anywhere until he found another Pokemon, or helped Feebas to evolve. He had come up with a few ideas to prettify the Pokemon. Grooming, painting, dressing, and feeding her with specialized food. Unfortunately, they all required one thing that he did not have. Money. He scrunched up his mouth in annoyance of himself and lightly pet his Pokemon. He could do so much better than this.  What he needed to do, obviously, was his job. Unfortunately, the professor hadn't clearly drawn out any outline for exactly he was supposed to do as a researcher. Okay, yes, research. But research what exactly? His eyes fell to the Pokemon that was half-resting in his lap. Maybe evolution would be a good topic? A sigh escaped him. No. Too overdone. Maybe... Venick made a slight turn to inspect the Portal. He had been sitting on the platform that held the device for a few hours now, just contemplating things, but maybe there was something else that he could do with it..?  After all, Portal Energy was some of the most esoteric stuff the colonists had ever dealt with. It was able to power devices, be stored in crystals, there had to be some other benefits right? Another sigh. "Then I'd have to stay in Port City.. and, " Venick paused to look out to city, "I don't if I can't stand this place for much longer."  With yet another grumble, Venick removed the strings from his pack to continue braiding them. This was probably going to become more or less of a de-stresser, but it worked, and it was also productive.  His soft, thin, and agile hands were perfect for this kind of work too. After all, he was a sort of tailor. "OH!" Venick shouted abruptly. Feebas popped up with a surprised sort of 'yip' as she was awakened by her trainer's loud noise. She used her fins to jump out of the man's lap and, with an expression of seriousness, scouted the surrounding area to find what made her partner shout. Finding that there was nothing, she raised an eyebrow and looked back to her trainer who was, well, talking to himself... Again.. Feebas opened her mouth to question, but decided to instead just sigh and hop back into Venick's lap. Venick was completely oblivious to his Pokemon's actions, but that was just him. "Why didn't I think of this sooner! I mean, I make clothes! Those fabrics that I use are often made from plants and berries and such. Unfortunately, almost everything that we use here was brought from Earth, so we need to find new means of creating fabrics, am I right?" Feebas pipped up in confusion, 'Is he talking to me now or..?' "So, maybe I should start researching berries! I mean, they're the origin of one of my favorite things!" He gasped, grabbed Feebas by the sides, and pounced onto his feet. "And maybe I'll be able to find some correlation with berry diet and how a Pokemon grows!" A forced and confused nod was Feebas' reply, but an oblivious Venick just continued his ramble with a gradually increasing dynamic."And maybe I could even find some new berries that could make even nicer fabrics and colors and," "Feeeeeeeb," the fish groaned in annoyance. She pouted her lip and attempted to cross her fins. Venick let out a little chuckle. "Guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself huh?" A smirk crossed his face as he pulled the fish to his chest and hugged her. "Maybe we should do a little battling before today's over, whattaya say?" "Fya!" she piped in excitement. She wasn't the toughest Pokemon around, but Feebas definitely had spunk, and Venick loved that about her. "Okay! Well let's get to looking then!"

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Good morning (or evening, night, or whatnot) Olive, and welcome to So Long Sentiment! Forgive the late check, but my sleep hours have been really weird the last few days. Anyhow, to start, there are a few small things I either would like to ask you about here, if you wouldn't mind? c: 

✘ I know this is an odd question, but how did he get to Japan? Was it his partner's doing? Trying to aid Milleniumon's cause? I only ask because he is, as you've mentioned, homeless and it does not state if he was born there or not. 
✘ Secondly, there seems to be some odd spacing and odd bits of code in the bio itself. This isn't something I'm going to re-pend you for, but I'd like to ask if you're working from a mobile device of some sort (phone, tablet, ect - anything that makes editing a hassle), and if you are, would you like some help cleaning thing up? It's correct, and I'll put you through once the first issue is addressed, I just wanted to offer just in case. c:

Other than that, I think you should be okay; I encourage you to contact another staff member for a second opinion if you think I've been too harsh here, and have a great day! c:

[Oliver "Wasp"]

It's all good ^^
But yeah, no it wasn't doing that earlier - Postcodes just really really hate me, and I also copied and pasted from word which I forgot tends to screw things up for inexplicable reasons.. Anywaysss

I figured that since the setting is Japan it would be automatically assumed that he was from there? Although I know the name, not being traditional Japanese, might be an indication of the opposite - but I will mention that he's from Japan in there somewhere to avoid confusion. Which isn't a big deal because I only have to add one word so yeah!

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✘ Welcome to So Long Sentiment! Your partner is LUNAMON! If you are not happy with your parnter, remember you get ONE free re-roll, after that, you're stuck with your new partner. Now that you're a part of the struggle for humanity, please post in the face claim, who's who and make a character tracker to keep track of your things.