Post by Olliver Louvel on Mar 8, 2016 22:06:35 GMT -5
Name: Olliver Louvel
Name Meaning:
Olliver - Peaceful negotiations or extending the olive branch
Louvel - Old french for Little Wolf
Known Aliases: Gleipnir
Age: 15 and 3/4
Gender: Male of the Manliest Degree
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color:Crimson
Description:
Caramel skinned, with a singular scar below his left eye from an old battle wound. Olliver is a slim youth, bordering on malnourished with a motley array of scars marking his arms and back.
Personality:
Corporation/Alliance:
14th Brigade
Path:
THOSE THAT WERE LEFT BEHIND
Strengths:
.Resilient: Growing up on the irradiated, downtrodden, and ruinous current surface of the Earth has made him tougher physically as well as mentally.
Fearless: Growing up in a situation where survival is only a possibility has stripped him of his fear of death, and just about anything else.
.Adaptable: Whether it be finding what he's going to eat, custom creating parts for his own mech, or using tactics to win a brawl, Jovian is able to adapt to just about any situation if he puts his mind to it.
Weaknesses:
.Reckless: Due to his confidence in his abilities, Jovian tends to bite off more than he can chew and then some. Often running into things headfirst with no plan, assuming he'll make it out of the next scrape.
.(Angsty) Angry: Jovian walks around with a chip on his shoulder, ready to lash out at anyone who looks at him differently. The mere thought of the upper class living the good life in the sky pisses him off to no end.
.B-Baka: Being the Tsundere Jovian is, he despises help of any kind. Seeing it as a form of pity from that person, and feeling as if he's being looked down on, only causing him to reject it more fiercely.
Background: Born and raised in the desolate wastes of the middle east Olliver was not expected to survive, let alone outlive all his known family and friends. Growing up, he ran with a migrating group of survivors of the original desolation of Earth. After travelling the wastes for a time they managed to create their own community. Now over a hundred strong, with mechas to boot, they had a lot to protect. Expected to earn his keep Olliver quickly learned how to fight with and without weapons. But it sadly wasn't enough. At the age of 14, his community was raided by a large group of raiders with mechs. Somehow managing to survive the battle his community was left a destroyed mess, leaving alone. Digging through the rubble for something to salvage he found "it". An old mecha of an unknown type he'd never seen before. Piling together whatever was left of his town, he managed to repair it. Now armed with a mech he vowed to find the killers of his people. He spent a year and a half travelling the desert alone, and learned a lot of things. The most important one being the cause for his current situation. The damned Alliances. "I'll drag those bastards out of their flying cities with my teeth and claw off their thick eyelids so they can see the truth of their actions."