Oliver Blackwell Nov 14, 2018 21:31:50 GMT -5
Post by Oliver on Nov 14, 2018 21:31:50 GMT -5
Appearance: Oliver is a spindly young man, measuring in at 5’11”. He has vibrant purple hair that always appears to be in a state of disarray. His eyes are a shade of reddish purple, but they always seem to be buried in a good book. He is well known for his peculiar fashion choices- he often wears heavy robes (purple of course) even in hot climates. One of his more unique items is a small monocle he keeps over his right eye. It is a simple magnifier- not much use in combat, but it makes reading fine print easier. He weighs about 145 pounds- lighter than average for someone of his gender and age.
His skin is a pasty porcelain, largely due to the fact that he spends the majority of his time indoors. He is fond of scarves and capes, usually with the intent of blocking out sand or cold weather. Oliver likes to wear tall boots with a slight heel- bringing his apparent height to 6’0”. His voice is a low tenor or high baritone, but it’s difficult to notice due to a stutter. His facial features are soft, except for an angular chin. Above all, he is the portrait of a stereotypical scholar.
Personality: Oliver is a scatterbrained young scholar, capable of great focus on his subjects of interest at the expense of not paying attention to the world around him. His main subject of interest is genjutsu, the study of illusion techniques. He gets easily passionate about things he likes, and tends to ramble if asked about them. Although a socially awkward and oblivious, he does enjoy making friends. Sometimes, he comes off as condescending, albeit unintentionally. Although he thinks that it’s important to be a good person, he realizes that sometimes bad things must be done for the greater good. He tends to keep this revelation to himself. He is driven largely by a constant desire to learn more, and is willing to do whatever it takes to gain new information- even at the expense of other people.
History: Oliver Blackwell was born to an unknown father and a scholar mother in eastern Sand Country, towards the mountains. He originally studied history, up until the age of nine, when he began showing signs of a strongly developed chakra network. Using his mother’s scholar cloister, he borrowed some books on jutsu and ended up taking a shine to genjutsu as an art, and he’s been obsessed ever since. When he turned fourteen, he realized he could learn no more where he was situated, so with his mother’s permission, he traveled with a band of merchants to Sand Country’s capital to access their libraries. He spent four years there, developing a reputation as an intelligent young man with a bright future before travelling to Sakyugakure. He spent seven months studying genjutsu there, before realizing that he would learn even more travelling the world.
The night before he left, he attended a party hosted by one of his teachers. He ended up not remembering any of it, but he did remember swearing an oath on his mother’s life… That he cannot remember at all. Although this worried him at first, it soon became just a memory, and he traveled the land with the thought of his oath at the back of his head. He’s currently in steam country, studying their history, culture, and economy. Afterwards, he intends to travel the world further in order to progress his studies.
Total Stats: 150
Other Notes: The Iron City gleamed in the weaning moonlight. Oliver exhaled slowly, walking briskly towards his destination. His many layers of robes and scarves were perfect for this kind of winter weather. A tome filled with assorted notes and papers was clenched tightly in his left arm. Today, he was studying a special genjutsu technique designed expel killing intent- something he was loathe to practice on other people. Instead, he'd settle for learning the theory back to front, so if the event ever came that he was required to use such a technique, he'd be able to do it on reflex. Or at least, that was the plan. He progressed closer and closer to the city's border walls- not quite as safe as the center metropolis, of course, but it was where the sketchier merchants situated themselves. And when one knew how to look, one could often find rare and exotic materials. That was his goal today. His boots left soft clicks on the cold, hard stone beneath his feet, and he pulled up his scarf, brushing the chain of his monocle in the process.
Approaching a worn down wooden storefront, he knocked twice on the door before gently pushing his way in. Immediately, he could tell that something wasn't quite right. The room was eerie in its silence, and there was no portly man at a desk in the back. No, nothing like usual at all. Books and papers were scattered about the room in a haphazard manner. A frown touched the corners of his lips. Oliver took a few steps forward, eyes narrowed. A harsh, nearly metallic scent lingered, barely noticeable. Was that blood? He gripped his tome tighter as he moved across the room. He stepped over a torn explosive tag, the seal rendered useless by the damage to the paper. A deeply ingrained reflex shouted at him to duck, and as he did so a dagger moving so quickly the wind whistled with it was embedded in the wall above his head. He swallowed nervously, sending his chakra out. He found his target and forced his chakra inwards in something of a crushing motion. The killing intent genjutsu flooded the room, and the thick saturation of his raw chakra left him feeling slightly less anxious. He leaped out of the way of another knife, throwing his hand forward as he did so. A bolt of raw lightning nature chakra shot out of his extended palm, rushing down his arm in a painfully hot manner. It struck the assailant straight in the chest, and he was blown back against the wall. He exhaled nervously, panting as he did so. His chakra reserves were still quite small, and using two chakra techniques in such a short period of time left him winded. The man's breathing was shaky from across the room. On the one hand, he'd probably die in the next few minutes. On the other hand... A lot could happen in that time. Standing up to his full height, he made a decision. Shaking as he did so, he walked forwards, towards the downed man, and after a moment's hesitation, raised his foot and brought his full weight down upon his neck. With a sickening crack, he swallowed to himself and sat down. What had he done?