Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 25, 2012 21:44:51 GMT -5
{OLIVER PERSEUS WOOD}
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[/size]Can I get an introduction please?
FULL NAME ;;
Oliver Perseus Wood.
NICKNAMES ;;
Olly
Wood. Yes, his last name
AGE ;;
18/Eighteen.
GENDER ;;
Male.
ETHNICITY ;;
Scottish.
BLOOD TYPE ;;
Pureblood.
CANON OR ORIGINAL ;;
Canon.
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[/center][/font]They say APPEARANCE is everything
PLAYED BY ;;
Sean Biggerstaff.
HAIR ;;
Short. Dark. Close-cropped. Oliver kept his hair cut very short through his years at Hogwarts, with the dark brown, almost black strands almost like a cap and barely reaching the nape of his neck. Since he's left, though, he's begun letting it grow out a bit, letting it touch his shirt collar and at least giving the illusion of something not-bristly to run one's hands through, which he's taken to doing when he's a bit sheepish or disconcerted, though it'll never, ever be the type of hair he calls 'pretty-boy' hair - that being hair long enough to curl into ringlets framing the face and what have you.
EYES ;;
Dark. Soulful. Amused. Oliver's eyes are dark. Very dark, in fact. Practically bordering on pitch-black, they tend to give the illusion of depthlessness, and on a colder-natured person, they could be interpreted as fathomless and empty. Oliver's very nature prevents this, though, and unless he's particularly angry (of the colder, disappointed sort) or hurt, they are nearly always alive with a myriad of emotion depending on his mood. The gleam in them, save he is angry, marks them as eyes that give the perception of being laughed at by him, or simply laughing at something in the world in general, and more often than not will potentially leave one with the infectious desire to start laughing themselves, even if they have no real idea what they're laughing at.
HEIGHT ;;
6'0".
WEIGHT ;;
89kgs/189lbs.
BODY TYPE ;;
Stocky. Burly. Broad Musculature. The best word to describe Oliver's build is 'burly'. He's not fat, far from it. In fact, playing Quidditch for so many years has given him an extremely healthy body for someone of his stature, and one will find hard, lean muscle tone if they touch him (lean, because he's definitely not of the compact body-builder sort), particularly in his back and calves. Broad shoulders and a fairly average height of six foot make up the rest of his robust, stocky build, though on the same token, he can easily appear quite gaunt and 'unfinished' if he's stressed or not eating properly, as such a burly build makes it a trifle obvious if he does start dropping weight and just plain not looking after himself.
CLOTHING STYLE ;;
Casual. Comfortable. Dark. Oliver is a lad born the be outside, and he's spent most of his life making the most of that. As a result, his clothes tend to always lean towards casual - jeans and t-shirts and old sneakers and so on. He's not overtly bothered so long as he's comfortable and can move around quickly. And by not overtly bothered, it can also be stretched to the point where he borders on not caring - like a typical young man. As a result, he is prone to turning up on occasion with various rips and tears in his clothing, as well as complaining hotly and eloquently when he's told to get dressed up. Which is a shame, as he cleans up pretty damn well when he does get into nicer clothes.
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[/size][/font]But your PERSONALITY is who you are
OVERVIEW ;;
If one wanted to describe Oliver Wood with a single word, it would probably be intense. Or perhaps focused, which sounds far less intimidating, but then it's more or less creating a half-truth, not quite a lie, as opposed to the entire truth - something that Oliver dislikes a great deal. But it's simply how he is - Oliver is focused and intent in just about everything that he pursues, and once he sets his mind on a goal, Merlin bless the man that actually manages to get his mind off it. Whether it's succeeding in Quidditch or protecting his family, Oliver will give his all if he thinks the cause is worth it, and he'll take on just about every obstacle with a fierceness entirely befitting of the stereotypical traits of Gryffindor, or die trying.
Oliver is, in many ways, the quintessential Gryffindor. He has courage in spades, though any real recklessness is tempered by a sort of cautious solemnity. He's not afraid to do things, and Merlin help the man who tells him he can't have something he desperately wants, but he's not stupidly reckless, either. In fact, unless he's particularly fired up, it's actually quite difficult to trick Oliver for very long; he's actually possessed of quite a stark intelligence, the sort that boasts of a young man blessed of a rather brilliant strategic mind and an ability for canniness. He does have a bad habit of taking things a little too seriously, though, and quite frankly, he's easily bored and can be a little dense about things if he's not interested in them. One could almost say that, like any typical strategist, he has something of a habit for 'selective brilliance', meaning that so long as he's interested or passionate about something, his knack for grasping the concept of it is brilliant. But if he's not...well, then, it's rather the opposite.
As aforementioned, Oliver is also possessed of a sort of solemnity. At times, and in more intense, serious moments, he can come off as a great deal more mature - or just plain older - than his actual age would suggest, depending on the situation or the person involved. It's probably one the most prominent things about him that made him such a good Captain, as well as a relatively good leader, and it also lends him a sort of detachment from more negative personality traits - jealousy, envy, panic and so on. It's not to say he's not prone to such moments, though; he is in fact rather territorial, and once he's won something fair and square, he's very reluctant to let it go, and god forbid it gets taken forcibly from him. Of course, it can also be something of a weakness in that he can and will sometimes take things far more seriously than they need to be taken, and on occasion, it has nearly cost him purely because he's been too blinded by aforementioned detachment to make a grab for something - or someone, perhaps? - un-Quidditch-related that he might actually benefit from, even enjoy.
Not that he's cold, or anything. In fact, it's far from the case. Oliver is possessed of a ferocious temper when it decides to rear it's head; he's an absolutely, utterly stereotypical Scot in that respect, and quite frankly, it doesn't take a lot of effort to make it flare if one pushes the right buttons. Even then, the buttons don't have to be pushed just right; if it's close enough to the surface (or getting under his skin), Oliver will more often than not respond heatedly to whatever the provocation happens to be. It's a typical temper, too - none of this cold disappointment bollocks - Oliver will yell and rant and growl and holler away with the best of them, and he's even had one or two occasions where he's physically thrown something, though he never has and absolutely never will raise his hand to someone not an enemy worth getting into a punch on with - no matter how much they provoke him. It can also combine with his single-minded tendencies at times, and if it's the right sort of provocation, he can be downright pigheaded and borderline maniacal about it.
That being said, he's not without his moments of cold anger, either. Ironically though, such a display of temper is generally the one thing you don't want to induce, as when Oliver grows cold, it means you've done something very, very wrong. And have very, very likely hurt him, and deeply so at that. Which is perhaps another of his qualities both stellar and not so great; Oliver is, while naturally a somewhat suspicious young man, still generous enough and certainly loyal enough to give his everything once aforementioned loyalty is gained. And he will give you everything; it's simply a part of his passionate, focused nature. However, woe betide you if you genuinely hurt him; you'd have better luck fighting and defeating a nesting Hungarian Horntail before recieving any sort of forgiveness from Mr. Wood. It's simply how he is; he's given you his all, and quite frankly, you've derailed him and thrown it in his face. And nobody likes that, these passionately giving types less so.
Despite his temper, Oliver is not without a sense of humour. In fact, he has a rather excellent sense of humour, if wickedness is your cup of tea. It's not the sort of wickedness that indulges in pranks or the like, though, not really - Oliver's sense of humour is, ultimately, what one might refer to as that of the 'deadpan snarker'; he's the sort that has a wry but rather hilarious observation for just about any situation, and more often than not, you have to check twice to make sure he's joking, even if you know him well. If you know what to look for, though, you generally will know if he's joking...because his eyes are laughing. Which just happens to be another of those little things about him; Oliver can, and often does, give off the feeling that he's laughing at something - or at you - even if his face isn't moving a muscle, purely by the ironic twinkle in his dark eyes.
LIKES ;;
Quidditch. Don't get him started on it. Do not even. He's mental about it. Absolutely barking. It's been his dream to play professionally ever since he was a little boy, and he's determined to achieve it, short of literally bumping off a national team's Keeper. Not that his liking it is unfounded; he's actually highly talented in the position he plays, and when it comes down to it, that strategic mind of his is best used on the pitch.
Fruit Tingles. The Wood family is both one of the lesser known and less important - in a manner of speaking - Pureblood families, and thus, have little issues with Muggles. Or no more than the average wizard does. As a result, they've imbibed in the occasional Muggle invention. Including Fruit Tingles. And since he first tried them, Oliver's been absolutely hooked on the candy, and will get it at every opportunity.
Spicy Chicken Dishes. He enjoys red meat like any non-vegetarian does, but Oliver ultimately favours chicken over anything else. However, he cannot and absolutely struggles at stomaching anything bland, like chicken can be, and fussily refuses to touch it or most dishes unless it's swamped in some kind of spice or seasoning. Even if it's just pepper.
Hogwarts. It's not that Oliver hated his home life. Far from it, in fact, despite the occasional hardship and the distinct absence of his Dad after his Fifth Year. But like most, he has very fond memories of Hogwarts, and as the old saying goes: "Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
Dedication. Given Oliver's natural passion and zest for life - or most things in life, anyway - it's a given that he values loyalty and dedication above just about anything else. He's not one for giving up after the first or even second go, and you'll tend to not rate highly in his books if you're a quitter or a traitor of any type.
Flying. Obviously.
Open Space. It ties into his love of flying and his dislike of being cooped up and held still for longer than need be. Growing up on the fringes of the Scottish highlands means he's also more used to open space than anything else, and being free to do as he pleases when he pleases in relative safety. In fact, he has a tendency towards feeling cloistered, even overwhelmed, if he's kept locked up too long, or restricted to the city life for any great stretch.
Fishing. Surprisingly for a lad who's so active, he does in fact enjoy this particular hobby. Not just because it's something he used to do with his Dad and older brother, though that's certainly an influence behind it, but because he genuinely finds it to be one of the few times - and pasttimes - he can get into where he can do...well, absolutely nothing. Nothing at all but relax on some bank with his hat over his face, his broomstick beside him and a Butterbeer in hand, whether he actually catches a fish or not. It's the principle of the thing.
Snow. One of the few things that can steal from Oliver his serious nature and reduce him to the child he is at heart. Winter was always his favorite time of the year at home; it's always been associated with all kinds of good things, from Christmas to snow fights to his niece's birth, and even when he's stuck somewhere - such as London - where the snow is nowhere near as crisp and lovely as it is back in Scotland, he enjoys nothing more than watching it fall outside his window.
Reading. Shut up. Seriously, it's not that much of a stretch, is it? It miffes him, quite frankly, that people find it so surprising that he enjoys a good book.
Astronomy. It was one of his better subjects during his time at Hogwarts, and one he kept up even after his OWLs. He also genuinely enjoys it, both the challenge of finding constellations in the night sky and simply lying back somewhere and star-gazing. Of course, don't tell anyone that; he'd rather not get the mickey for being romantic, or something.
Children. Despite being a little overzealous at times, Oliver has a natural affinity for leadership and a genuine desire to care for others, especially since the birth of his niece. Adults, not so much; he figures they can care for themselves, and frankly, they annoy him. Same for most older teenagers, though he's practically still one himself. Kids, however? He loves them, and is very much the type who would jump into a puddle in a rainstorm with a group of the little tackers, as opposed to scolding them for it.
DISLIKES ;;
Haggis. Okay. Seriously. Just because he's Scottish, doesn't mean he runs about in kilts, slurping beer and haggis (okay, so maybe the beer bit is true). But again, seriously. He hates the dish. It's disgusting. It makes him dry-retch, and he's convinced that the nausea he suffered as a ten year old is due to being forced to try a haggis dish. The only thing he hates more is people teasing him about it because he's sodding bloody Scottish.
Slyness/Underhandedness. While he's a brilliant strategist on the pitch, Oliver's still at heart a very honest person, with the typical sense of Gryffindor pride and chivalry. As such, one way to very quickly rile his temper and earn his disrespect is to behave in a manner that is underhanded or devious (in the not funny way of being devious), or just plain outright nasty.
Listlessness. Whether it's him or other people, he can't stand it. It makes the entire atmosphere fuzzy and hard to concentrate on, and he absolutely loathes not being entirely able to focus on something. It also ties in with his hate of getting sick and his fear of Healers; he associates both with being lethargic and listless.
Betrayal. He's a Gryffindor with a passionate streak a mile wide and enough devotion to power several galaxies. Because of this, he hurts very badly when he feels he's been wronged or someone has turned traitor on him, regardless of the context. And honestly, who actually *likes* to feel that sort of hurt? No one, that's who.
His Temper. Oliver is not proud of his temper, and he does his best - when he can remember - to put a lid on it. Sure, it's all fun and games when you're teasing about it, calling it the typical Scotsman's temper, but at the end of the day, his proudest moments certainly aren't the moments where he completely goes off his rocker. Even if he's vowed to never physically harm someone - and hasn't really beyond a Quidditch brawl to date - it's still something that remains a massive point of contention for him.
Boats. He loves flying. Not travelling by sea. He gets sea-sick. Horribly so. So of course he's going to dislike anything that rocks and rolls and ricks about on the water.
Insomnia. Though he doesn't suffer it as badly as he used to, Oliver still does suffer bouts of insomnia. He has been known to spend up to two days at a time without a wink of sleep if he's turning something over in his mind, or is worried or distracted overtly, and though he can now manage a fairly good night's sleep, he'll still wake up at least once a night to the smallest sound, and his past ordeals do show in the faint, dark shadows under his eyes.
Being Threatened. Nobody likes to be threatened, or have the implication that they're being bullied or intimidated. Gryffindors even less so. And even if he wasn't a Gryffindor, Oliver's never been the type to take bullying lying down. Honestly, threatening him seriously is one of the very few - if one of the only - surefire ways to fire him up enough so that he would seriously contemplate hitting the prospective bully.
Laziness. Ties in with his dislike for listlessness. Oliver is a person that needs to be busy until he deems it time to settle down, and he has absolutely no patience for people who just want to lay about and complain.
Locusts/Grasshoppers. He got attacked by a swarm of the little blighters when he was thirteen. Well, not attacked, but they decided to fly up when he was playing Quidditch with his siblings back home one summer and hand him a no bars beat down. As in, they left him with a broken arm and a split lip and god only knows how many bruises, because one hit him in the eye and sent him richocheting into the ground from a good fifteen feet in the air. Yep, he hates them.
Snakes. No, not the Slytherin type, though he's hardly friendly with most of that House as it is, what with being the figurehead of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team for a good three or so years before his graduation. No, he's actually genuinely, inexplicably afraid of snakes. As in, it's a phobia on par with other people's fear of spiders and heights and what have you. He cannot stand them, and though he won't shriek like a girl and run for it if he see's one...well. It's generally because he can't. He freezes up, and will not move at all if he's on the ground and there's one nearby. Won't move a muscle out of pure terror until someone comes and disposes of the snake. Forget being a wizard and having a wand; he literally cannot function if one slithers too close or bares it's fangs at him.
STRENGTHS ;;
Defence Against the Dark Arts. Perhaps his best subject at Hogwarts. There's really no long-winded explanation needed; he simply showed an aptitude for the subject and for duelling, which helped no doubt, and it helped more so that he enjoyed it from the beginning. Despite the rather unsavoury teachers...well, except for Professor Lupin. He genuinely liked Professor Lupin. Respected him, despite his shabby appearance, and though there was something of the gut-reaction at first to finding out he was a werewolf, Oliver overcame that quickly enough...but yes. Defence Against the Dark Arts. And if he somehow fails in Quidditch, he'll probably do something involving the subject, even if he didn't get the NEWTs required to become an Auror.
Flying. Well, yes. He not only enjoys it, but he's actually very good at it. You might even go so far as to call him talented. Certainly bold, in the least, which might help him bluff at times when he's not so good.
Keen Eyesight. In a rather comical, utterly cliche (believe you me, he teases himself about it) likeness to his Patronus, Oliver possesses very sharp eyesight. It might just be years spent hovering about fifty feet in the air, or his position as a Keeper, but it's pretty hard to get by him, and he's known to spot something before most do, and even pick out who or what it is. Very helpful, really.
Dedication. As aforementioned, Oliver puts a lot of store in dedication and loyalty. His entire personality is built around his ability to staunchly stand beside something or someone, and in darkening times, it will certainly prove invaluable.
Charms. Perhaps his second best subject at Hogwarts, if you discount Astronomy as a practical subject. He's not as talented at it as he was DADA, but he's certainly proficient, earning his second of the two O's he did earn in his NEWTs in the subject. Perhaps it's simply his ability to focus when he wants to (though enjoying the subject helps), but it's also the subject he picked up non-verbal wand work with the quickest.
Aerial Duelling. Oliver's always been a very proficient duellist, provided his temper isn't too fired up too quickly. He went one further in his final year - and still trains as such regularly - though and took up aerial duelling, that being duelling while on a broom stick. He's not the first person to try it and think it's a damn good idea, or will be one day, by any means, but it is something he's working hard on and honing down to a fine art beyond the occasions where he used to attempt to hex people like Marcus Flint in midair on weekends. Just in case.
FLAWS ;;
Temper. Reference has already been made to his temper numerous times. He's hot-headed, hot-blooded and not hard to fire up. Made angry enough, he can lose his focus on the right matter at hand. He's not proud of it, though.
Inability to Forgive. Call it pig-headed Gryffindor pride. Call it simply in his nature; he's deathly loyal and focused bordering on intense when the need calls. Whatever it is, Oliver finds it almost impossible to forgive once someone has betrayed him or blown their chances with him, and rarely has he been known to give second chances. You're a lucky person indeed if you do get a second chance at all.
Single-Mindedness. He's impossible to get off a topic or a subject once he's sunk his proverbial teeth into it, and can border on pig-headed in the way he flat out refuses to give something up at times. It can also make him infuriatingly oblivious or obtuse at the worst of times, and he may say the wrong thing on occasion, even if he doesn't mean it like it sounds.
Potions. For a guy who's so good at strategy in other aspects of his life, he cannot, for some reason, grasp Potions. Oh, he got his OWL for the subject, yes, but he didn't go on (considering who the Professor is) afterwards, and to this day, he's as boggled as the rest of the world as to how he managed to gain the Exceeds Expectations that he did. Unsolved mystery.
Precociousness. He can be a little too serious at times, and he's been teasingly referred to as an "old man" or "Dad" by people more than once as a result.
HABITS ;;
- He chews his nails. They're absolutely ragged, save his pinkies, which he seems to leave alone for some inexplicable reason. His mother's been trying for years to break him of the habit, but he just seems to grow more agitated if you try to stop him.
- His tendency to laugh with his eyes before the rest of him laughs could be perhaps counted as a habit, as it's something that tends to be quite unique to him.
- He cocks his head to the side when he smiles genuinely, though it seems to be something more frequent when he's embarrassed or bashful.
- He literally cannot shut up if the opportunity arises to make a deadpan snarky comment. If you leave an opening, you can guarantee he's going to go for it and make a jab.
AMBITIONS ;;
- To make Keeper in it's entirety to a National Quidditch Team, if not International. He's not fussy as to which, unless it's Romania. Or Czechoslovakia.
- To take up Madam Hooch's position one day as flying instructor/Professor at Hogwarts.
- To do the right thing by Katie.
FEARS ;;
- Loss of his remaining family, especially his sister and niece. What real human being doesn't fear losing their family?
- Losing physical mobility, which will not only ensure he never flies again, but will also rob him of much of the independance he so fiercely hoards.
- Healers. He hates the hospital and anything that smells medical. Unfortunately, Healers are sort of the human/wizarding symbol associated most with this.
- Failure. Not so much in Quidditch, but in...well, his life. And love, but he'll never, ever tell you that.
SECRETS ;;
- He's terrified of snakes. No, not the Slytherin kind; he bloody hates actual, real snakes.
- He's nursed something of a flame for a certain one of his ex-Chaser schoolmates since his Sixth Year. He just spent most of Hogwarts in denial about it, and then spent about a portion of the other half thinking there was no point/he'd be ruining a close friendship/blahblah.
- He still has nightmares sometimes about the night his elder brother died.
- He lied in his Fourth Year about his torn up knee being fully healed before playing in a Quidditch Final. It's still giving him trouble to this day, hence why he walks with a limp on cold or hard days...though he does his best to conceal it.
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FATHER ;;
Perseus William Wood; Deceased; Cursebreaker.
MOTHER ;;
Elinor Niamh Wood; Fifty-seven; Retired Magical Beings and Beasts Division Administrator.
SIBLINGS ;;
Daniel "Danny" Jonothan Wood; Deceased (Eldest Brother); Gryffindor.
Siobhan Niamh Wood; Twenty-four; Gryffindor; Herbologist.
HOMETOWN ;;
Ullapool, Scottish Highlands, Scotland.
BIRTHDATE ;;
30th of June, 1976.
HISTORY ;;
Apart from being born quite appropriately on the evening of the summer solstice of 1976, Oliver's infancy and childhood was, up to the age of twelve, as well-off as it possibly could be for a child. Born the third and youngest child to his parents, much of his youth was spent doing the typical child things - annoying his elder siblings, idolising and resenting them in equal measure (as he often felt he had to live up to the standard his eldest brother set), playing Quidditch on toy brooms (and breaking his arm on one occasion when he nicked a ride on his sister's 'grown up broom') and getting thoroughly muddy every time he went out to play, which was a given anyway, considering the Wood family's home resided on the fringes of the Scottish Highlands.
Of course, it wasn't all light and warmth. Though young, Oliver was still born during the dark years in which Lord Voldemort ruled, and though his family was considered to be one of the lesser Pureblood families in the wizarding world, their avoidance of blood supremism forced them to lie low for those years until the fall of Voldemort at the hands of baby Neville (Oliver was five at the time). But with Voldemort's fall, the world slowly begin to rebuild itself, and like every wizarding child born somewhere about the British Isles, Oliver recieved his Hogwarts letter at the age of eleven, barely skimming the line of his year with the date of his birthday.
First year for Oliver passed without any real incident, apart from his showing off rapidly that desperate passion for Quidditch and sulking terribly when he learnt he could not try out for Quidditch until his next year. Predictably, he was Sorted into Gryffindor like Siobhan and Daniel before him, but otherwise, very little occurred until he turned twelve and entered his Second Year.
His Second Year being, of course, the year a great many things changed, both for him and for his family. Of course, he tried out for Quidditch, and much to his glee, found himself a place on the Gryffindor Team as their Keeper, a position he'd hold onto with an iron fist for the rest of his years at Hogwarts. He also copped himself the first of what would be many potentially horrid but somehow lucky injuries playing the game, earning a split skull and a week in the Hospital Wing during his first game, half of which he only remembers, as well as starting what would be a long term rivalry with fellow Slytherin year mate Marcus Flint.
Really, though, such a rivalry paled into comparison to other events. Namely for the Wood family, the death of the eldest boy and the brother Oliver looked up to and had always resented in a way (feeling he had to overachieve to be as good as Danny), but ultimately loved. It was a freak accident, really; Daniel himself had been an up and coming Quidditch Player in the big leagues, and...and it was just an accident, but one Oliver remembers in vivid detail. He'd simply collided in midair, fifty seven feet above, his brother had, and fallen from his broom. Being a windy day had made it that much worse, and Daniel fell, breaking his back and his rib cage, the latter piercing a lung in an even more freak occurence. And quite simply, the Healers couldn't save him time.
Understandably, young Oliver was devestated, angry and lost, and it was perhaps around this time in his life that he began to display his somewhat more single-minded, maniacally passion-driven desire to do well and not fail. Rather than give up Quidditch like his mother wished, he strove that much harder to succeed at it, treating himself ruthlessly so that he'd become the best player he could be, and one that would never, ever let himself fall afoul like his brother had. Fortunately, he had friends who loved him, especially those he played on the Team with, even those who were young and only recently joined (including the then youngest member of the Team, Katie Bell, who he noted early on in a rather embarrassed fashion seemed to idolise him), that kept him from doing himself some serious illness and injury...though he still never quite got over Danny's dying on him like that, nor did he ever lose the single-minded drive to do well.
Life went on, though, and the ensuing years were relatively peaceful despite the grief suffered. Oliver became Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team during his Fifth Year, finally leading them to victory in his Seventh Year. He came to show the same dedication to his few close friends that he did to Quidditch, and though he never quite got the hang of Potions, he put more of his time and attention into his studies. He also developed a rather overprotective tendency towards the rambunctious and energetic (and unfortunately naive) Katie, something he maintained for quite a while was nothing more than friendship
Tragedy struck the Wood family again though in Oliver's Sixth Year. The life of a cursebreaker is something of a dangerous job, and in yet another freak accident, Oliver's ageing-but-stubbornly-refusing-to-retire-father, Perseus, died in one of those aforementioned freak accidents. While not as close to his father than his mother (or even his brother), Oliver was nonetheless distraught. It would also worsen his old somewhat obsessive compulsive tendencies again, and he ended up throwing a great deal of his grief and anger into his Quidditch and studies once more, determined to be nothing short of perfect now that he was, in his eyes, the man of the family, and had to act as such. Unfortunately, it also made him borderline impossible to deal with for some time socially, especially when it came to Quidditch, and he no doubt came close to losing more than one friendship during that time.
He was forced to pull up and take stock in his Seventh Year though, for two reasons. The first being the fact that he was, much to his shock, going to be an Uncle. And ultimately a father figure of sorts, as Siobhan's partner didn't stick around for long, leaving her during her pregnancy to life as a single mother to a baby that would be born to be a darling little girl, Evelyn, or Evie. Despite it all, though (and a deep desire to curse his sister's ex to the Gates of Hell and beyond), Oliver took to having Evelyn in his life with surprising aplomb, finally toning down and turning his protective and perfectionist tendencies towards something positive and worth the heartache and joy - looking out for his little niece and watching her grow, spoiling her and doting on her in equal measure as a father would despite his own youth (and utterly failing when it came to disciplining her).
As for the second reason to pull up and take stock, well...it was certainly of a more personal and considerably important (and confusing) nature. He'd long been protective of perhaps one of his more stubborn and supportive friends in Katie, and admittedly (though much to his chagrin), more than a little jealous of any male attention she recieved. It wasn't until that particular year though that he both surfaced from his single minded pursuit to do well at school and in Quidditch and his own personal problems to notice that she did, in fact, have a crush on him, though she was ironically borderline dating someone else at the time Oliver realised he was a little more possessive than mere friendship would suggest. He was forced to take a look at his own feelings and act accordingly.
Which he did, in the way only a true Gryffindor could. Post-graduation, he took Katie quietly aside during their last day of school, away from others. And upon recieving from her her own little gift for him - black plaited necklace cording looped through a semi-precious stone tiger's eye, the stone appropriately representative of protective love, courage, strength of will and, ironically, clear thinking, and something he's not taken off since - he responded in kind with aforementioned Gryffindor courage. By kissing her. And thoroughly doing his best to ensure she didn't forget him for some other guy, though he'd come to regret being so selfish later on.
Currently, Oliver has just turned eighteen, and has recently been selected to be a part of Puddlemere United's Quidditch Team as Reserve Keeper, though he has aspirations towards achieving Keeper entirely in the near future. He has also taken to studying the subjects he was good at during his time at Hogwarts more extensively, as well as assisting Madam Hooch on occasion, as the prospect of teaching does intrigue him and is something he'd like to take up one day. As for Katie? Well, while he considers himself selfish as hell, Oliver's not so much of a jerk that he kisses and runs. And he genuinely adores his old friend regardless, so he's kept in contact and agreed on at least attempting the whole long distance relationship thing, despite being unable to see her yet since his last day at school (and being an utter coward about doing so).
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[/center][/size]without an EDUCATION where would you be
HOUSE ;;
Gryffindor.
YEAR ;;
Alumni.
WAND ;;
15 inches; unyielding, oak; phoenix feather.
BEST SUBJECT ;;
Defence Against the Dark Arts. Astronomy.
WORST SUBJECT ;;
Potions. History of Magic.
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POSITION ;;
Reserve Keeper for Puddlemere United.
QUALIFICATIONS ;;
Qualified Quidditch Keeper. Currently studying Quidditch and Charms on more extensive levels, as he wouldn't mind being a teacher/tutor/even a Professor of either one day.
HOW MANY YEARS ;;
A year.
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YOUR NAME ;;
Spooky.
AGE ;;
EXPERIENCE ;;
However many I've said the last several times? xD
HOW DID YOU FIND US ;;
Whatever I said on Tonks' profile. Now I'm a certified, bonafide member.
RP SAMPLE ;;
See Nymphadora Tonks and Jake Keisinger.
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