Oliver [Cavalier]
Sept 28, 2014 5:59:30 GMT
Post by Oliver on Sept 28, 2014 5:59:30 GMT
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Oliver
GROUP
Feroxi
AGE
17
BIRTHDAY
February 13th
WEAPON
Lance
CLASSES
Cavalier, Myrmidon, Mercenary, Knight
POSITIVES
Energetic, Always Smiles, Optimistic, Funny, Tries Everything At Least Once
NEGATIVES
Naive, Hard On Himself, Short-Sighted, Greedy, Head Firmly In The Clouds
BIO
• Life on a small Ylissiean farm simply wasn't enough for Oliver. He enjoyed helping out his family and his village, but he simply couldn't shake lofty ambitions of heroism and adoration. Oftentimes he found himself slacking on duty, too busy shadow fencing with whatever sword-sized sticks he could find lying around.
• When not daydreaming about being a hero, Oliver generally found himself tending to more civilian matters. Mostly he just handled grunt work on the farm, but cooking, reading, and telling bedtime stories to his three younger siblings were other huge hobbies of his. There was also that one day he toddled after the town guard to try and study their technique, but his terrible shadowing skills lead to him quickly being found and sent home.
• His mother encouraged his flights of fancy, but simply as that: flights. The countless bedtime stories she told about the great heroes of the region were what inspired him to learn both literacy and swordplay, tasks he put 100% into. She never imagined he'd end up running off, of course, but when he told her of his plans she was his biggest supporter.
• Oliver never really had too much friends, but that was fine! He had Mr. Wiggles, the big old pig. And the Hendersons, those sneaky chickens that wouldn't stay in their coop. Old Bess, the mule, was easily his favorite. The two were stalwart partners in tilling soil, scaring wayward animals back into their pens, and occasionally playing cavalier. She may've been kind of old and filthy by noble steed standards, but Oliver'd be damned if he ever saw a finer mount in the land.
• When he turned 17, he decided he was finally of age to run off and become a hero. He left for the cold, cold land of Ferox, a particularly sturdy branch as his weapon and Old Bess as his steed. Some of the town mocked him, openly or behind closed doors, simply deeming him a deluded layabout looking for the latest ways to get out of work. Others supported him: the blacksmith whipped up a simple yet effective barding for Bess, and his mother packed him the most divine lunch one could ever imagine. Either way, Oliver was all set to finally live out his destiny and become a hero!
• Currently Oliver is still very much in the learning stage of heroism, of course. As pretty much a brand new recruit, there's still much he has to master, or even begin understanding. Who knows how much his innocent notions of what heroism is and should be will end up changing?
OTHER
N/A.
FACE-CLAIM
FINAL FANTASY III, ingus
Oliver
GROUP
Feroxi
AGE
17
BIRTHDAY
February 13th
WEAPON
Lance
CLASSES
Cavalier, Myrmidon, Mercenary, Knight
POSITIVES
Energetic, Always Smiles, Optimistic, Funny, Tries Everything At Least Once
NEGATIVES
Naive, Hard On Himself, Short-Sighted, Greedy, Head Firmly In The Clouds
BIO
• Life on a small Ylissiean farm simply wasn't enough for Oliver. He enjoyed helping out his family and his village, but he simply couldn't shake lofty ambitions of heroism and adoration. Oftentimes he found himself slacking on duty, too busy shadow fencing with whatever sword-sized sticks he could find lying around.
• When not daydreaming about being a hero, Oliver generally found himself tending to more civilian matters. Mostly he just handled grunt work on the farm, but cooking, reading, and telling bedtime stories to his three younger siblings were other huge hobbies of his. There was also that one day he toddled after the town guard to try and study their technique, but his terrible shadowing skills lead to him quickly being found and sent home.
• His mother encouraged his flights of fancy, but simply as that: flights. The countless bedtime stories she told about the great heroes of the region were what inspired him to learn both literacy and swordplay, tasks he put 100% into. She never imagined he'd end up running off, of course, but when he told her of his plans she was his biggest supporter.
• Oliver never really had too much friends, but that was fine! He had Mr. Wiggles, the big old pig. And the Hendersons, those sneaky chickens that wouldn't stay in their coop. Old Bess, the mule, was easily his favorite. The two were stalwart partners in tilling soil, scaring wayward animals back into their pens, and occasionally playing cavalier. She may've been kind of old and filthy by noble steed standards, but Oliver'd be damned if he ever saw a finer mount in the land.
• When he turned 17, he decided he was finally of age to run off and become a hero. He left for the cold, cold land of Ferox, a particularly sturdy branch as his weapon and Old Bess as his steed. Some of the town mocked him, openly or behind closed doors, simply deeming him a deluded layabout looking for the latest ways to get out of work. Others supported him: the blacksmith whipped up a simple yet effective barding for Bess, and his mother packed him the most divine lunch one could ever imagine. Either way, Oliver was all set to finally live out his destiny and become a hero!
• Currently Oliver is still very much in the learning stage of heroism, of course. As pretty much a brand new recruit, there's still much he has to master, or even begin understanding. Who knows how much his innocent notions of what heroism is and should be will end up changing?
OTHER
N/A.
FACE-CLAIM
FINAL FANTASY III, ingus
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