Post by LORENZO OLLIE SHAW on Nov 8, 2009 13:13:27 GMT -5
Name: Lorenzo-Oliver, Shaw
Age: 18
Gender: Male
class: high risk
Birthday: August 4th, 1991
Face Claim: Jordan Holland
Height, and weight: 5'10
Personallity:
Experience:
Age: 18
Gender: Male
class: high risk
Birthday: August 4th, 1991
Face Claim: Jordan Holland
Height, and weight: 5'10
Personallity:
# animalisticIllness:
# vicious
# scared
# dependant
# tries to be dominant
# sympathetic to animals
# secretly does care
# dissassociative (of prey)
# fatalistic
# 'family'(pack) orientated
# trustworthy
# manipulative
# honest
# struggles with english
# nervous
# schizophrenic
Cannibalism, Murder, Animalistic Behaviour, andFamily:
unknown.History:
Ollie's life started out normally enough, with two parents he can't remember and a little sister who would arrive just a year later. His childhood began uneventfully, a cheerful little boy attending school in Tuscany aged 5, then 6. At about 6 1/2 though, that changed. The sun began to hurt Ollie's eyes, making him distracted and irritable. His school refused to acknowledge his problem and refused to allow him to wear sunglasses in school hours, so his parents were forced to bring their boy home and home school him. His routine became particularly special - he would sleep most of the day, and a tutor was brought in during the evenings to teach him English and French, and other such things. It worked well indeed, Ollie being allowed to stay up all night under the care of a nanny. He became very much a night creature, listening to the wolves as they called to the moon. He tried to copy them, enraptured by their song. He decided immediately that he was like them, and took to copying their habits around the house, a fact that greatly irked his parents, having their 7 year old son growling and snarling at them whenever he felt threatened or didn't get his own way. They lost patience immediately when he turned on his sister, aged 8, biting her so hard he burst her flesh open on her shoulder and she had to be rushed to hospital. While he was sleeping during the day, his family gathered their belongings and left little Lorenzo-Oliver, convinced he was mentally ill beyond repair and not willing to spend the time or money to fix him, not when they had their precious daughter at least.Likes&Dislikes:
So here he was, cold, hungry, alone and desperate. He had no one to turn to, had been taught that all authority figures were untrustworthy, and he dodged Social Services at all costs. First his school had outcast him, now his family had abandoned him. He was entirely on his own, a lone wolf as it were, and he had to survive. It was a game at first, foraging for fruit, stealing dead birds from the street to cook them over some homeless man's tin fire, living off the scraps he could steal from people's window ledges, shops and even kitchens - he was ruthless, but soon he became so hungry that he would tear into the raw steaks, too tired, too depressed to cook them. By this time he was 12 years old and was going through all of those changes little boys should know about from their parents, but he never would. He had been a street orphan for 4 years, rarely collaborating with others, but he found himself in desperate need of company, his behaviour having lapsed into that of a wolves, his English and even his Italian broken and at times incomprehensible. He knew of the gangs, yes, but had never desired to join one until now, desperately craving company.
It didn't take him long to fit into one of the strongest gangs of Tuscany, gaining protection but never really climbing the ranks - he wanted companionship, not power. The gang began to change him, mould him into someone who could survive the tougher challenges which would inevitably face him, a criminal on the streets. It started with the tattoo, his 'gang-mark', which he chose as a symbol of status. Everyone had one, a different symbol tattooed into his chest below his shoulder on the left hand side. For Ollie, it was a paw. His nickname became "Wolf", his animalistic tendencies accepted as his norm. Few treated him differently because of it, so he allowed them to change him further. He was the wolf, the predator. He became obsessed with bloodlust and made his first kill at just 14. Draining his victim’s blood, he found himself hungry for more, and was soon devouring the dead body, flesh and all. It made him feel alive inside. Twice more over the next year he killed and ate, stunned by the feelings which were awoken within his self.
Not long after his 15th birthday, Ollie was caught having sex with a boy, a knife pressed against his victims throat - the sex was consensual, but he had been about to slit his victims throat until police interfered, almost capturing him. Ollie ran for it, straight to his gang and confessed everything. Though they were disgusted, he was still in their protection and they were duty bound to help him run for it, as they all knew forensics would soon link him to the other murder and mutilation cases which had been popping up. They got him multiple passports and he spent almost a year bouncing from country to country but he decided to settle down in Florence, convinced the police had stopped looking for him. He set everything up before leaving, money (from stealing), passport (connections) and contacts for once he arrived.
Once he was in Florence, Ollie set about finding some cheap, inconspicuous lodgings where no one would ask any questions. He lived there peacefully, spent his 16th birthday there and began his nightly activities again. One night, however, the landlady walked in to find him devouring a boy about his own age, clearly after having sex with him and killing him, if the blood splattered around the room was anything to go by. He was forced to kill her, but couldn't bring himself to eat her, for she had been so kind to him in his time there, taking care of him in a motherly way, bringing him food he would never eat and money he would never need, never asking for a penny in rent or any other such thing. He dragged the landlady's body to the yard out back and dug her grave, placing her in it carefully and burying her, laying slabs over it so no one would dig her up. He mourned her like a mother, sobbing, crying and howling like a pup that had been abandoned, the pain was worse than that of his 8 year old self who had been left as an orphan on the streets. He had been young then, malleable. It became clear that he no longer wanted to function alone and he wanted more than a gang of people to care for him - he wanted a family, a pack. People like him who would never judge him. Using the underground channels he had learned to seek out when working in the gang back in Tuscany, Ollie sent out a signal to people like himself, telling them these apartments were a safe haven where they could live undisturbed. It didn't take long before a brother and sister came to him and they adopted each other like a family, hunting both alone and as a pack, bringing in separate kills and sharing when the pickings were sparse. Ollie was content, until one day a man somehow escaped their grasp and ran to the police, meaning they had to run again. It was hard work, yet again securing false passports, this time for three people, to fly. They chose America, figuring that they would blend in better there in the large crowds of people. Again they set up a safe haven, this time killing the landlord before any attachments could be made and devouring him. Their little game began again, picking up another pack member after he lured her to the apartments as prey, and found her to be a hunter. The next few months passed in an efficient blur, until one by one they were recognised as being on the 'Wanted' list, and arrested at different times and different places. Ollie was immediately shipped here, to Paradise.
Likes,Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Haley
♥ blood
♥ flesh
♥ dominance
♥ his 'pack'
♥ the hunt
♥ killing
♥ the moon
♥ the colours black & red
♥ makeup
♥ boys&girls.
Dislikes
♥ being cornered
♥ being challenged by an outsider
♥ normal society
♥ drugs
♥ being restrained
♥ fire
♥ bright light
♥ comfortable beds
♥ colourful things
♥ birds
Experience:
5 yrs on proboards, 1 yr on invisionfreeRoleplay sample:
it's Haley[/blockquote]