[SLAVE] rivers, oliver

[Rivers, Oliver]

[atrb= cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:410px; bTable] [atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/68ar2p.jpg, btable][STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/mj4rwz.jpg'); border: 1px dotted #888888; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #797979; letter-spacing: 3px;] [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/mj4rwz.jpg'); border: 1px dotted #888888; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #797979;] (OLIVER RIVERS) --- (MALE) --- (TWENTY-FIVE) --- (HOMOSEXUAL) --- (SHIFTER) [/style]

[STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/mj4rwz.jpg'); border: 1px dotted #888888; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 195px; height: 230px; margin-left: 10px; overflow: auto; color: #797979;]POSITIVE TRAITS sensitive defensive clever enigmatic empathetic thorough semi-dependent fierce NEGATIVE TRAITS introverted pessimistic unsure difficult obstinate biting barricaded contradictory LIKES green teas hangover/migraines grand piano thunderstoms compositional jazz eevee evolutions distractions gardening DISLIKES tag battles large gatherings deep guilt his pacing cold coffee losing his glasses noticeable injuries consequences FEARS / GOALS living to be old having no chance at redemption learn to forgive starting over [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/mj4rwz.jpg'); border: 1px dotted #888888; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding: 10px; float: right; width: 195px; height: 230px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: -36px; overflow: auto; color: #797979;] (JOLTEON) -- (VOLT ABSORB) -- (SIX) helping hand --- tackle --- tail whip --- endure --- curse --- tickle --- thunderbolt [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i56.tinypic.com/mj4rwz.jpg'); border: 1px dotted #888888; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left; width: 420px; height: 220px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #797979; overflow: auto;]TRIVIA Slave to Zacharias Damien Joy. He wasn’t one of the fortunate. Oliver’s parents died young in a mishap involving a magnet train derailment forcing his estranged grandfather to adopt him shortly thereafter. Being too little to remember them, he has only the vague recollections based on his grandfather’s mentioning. Everything within the premise of the parks was to be his solitary aspiration and former life's work as the sole grandson of the Warden and heir to the Safari Zone. With such distinction, the impressionable boy was guided by his grandfather to one day succeed him and frequently Oliver spent summers gamboling about in the greenery of Parks in various regions. His collective knowledge about Pokémon was bolstered by mid-weekly trips into the remotest reaches of the Safari zone and soon to follow was a camaraderie of creatures tailing him home - an Eevee in particular to which the boy took a strong shine to going so far as to sharing his bed. In fact, he still nurses the fondness presently. At the fragile age of nine about to retire from one of his many escapades Oliver shifted in the middle of the woods. The boy felt strange, like he’d been spun around and spat out; the idea that something was different began percolating when his Eevee started talking. It was only after his grandfather slid a mirror in front him, that Oliver realized just precisely what exotic creature he’d become. Being the predecessor for existing and future Safari Zones, the warden’s acceptance of his new found form was anything but hesitant and his nature became shielding making Oliver stake his word that he would never reveal the beast within him. Over the years, the family came to grips with some narrowly executed close calls but managed to remain under the media’s radar. Still fairly early into his young life, Pokémon populations began into decline which placed a slow strain on the warden and his parks - with nothing to capture even the best promotions received little audience and one after the other zones fell into decay. The news surrounding their sequential closure following the shifter phenomenon had the media up in arms and raging at their gates. Hype continued and Oliver’s form that he so carefully cloaked lay prone for the world to witness as his grandfather prepared to deliver the final comments on the matter. His foundations crumbled; the heir to world-wide chain of Safari Zones charged with the reestablishment of slipping Pokémon populations was a shifter himself. Scandals emerged coercing Oliver to adopt a solitary existence in the wilds of one of many dilapidated zones in other regions. Warrants for his capture spread like fire with the added surplus of a lofty bonus; bounty hunters turned their attentions to his confinement even going to such extremes as baiting his grandfather to expose the shifter in question. Oliver still pitches the blame for the death of his only family on himself, becoming no stranger to being chewed out by hungering guilt. At this point, the will to fight had dissolved from his psyche and he vacantly resigned in surrender before being caged and slated for some type of military program according to what he could garner from the shifters in the cargo hold. Attempting to psychologically prepare for what came next he persuaded himself that this was for the greater good; that this practiced grace beaten and instilled into him would somehow reunite him with the existence of Pokémon. Somehow all this was for the better; however, that mood perished with his introduction to a specific line breeding program aimed at reintroduction. With its failure, Oliver was crated and delivered to a newer facility with a similar program and though he remains tight-lipped about his time there his experiences are echoed in his wounds. Specifically, the burn scar lancing through the greater skin at his back while the ends of it tuck in just behind his forearms and the corrosive wear on his heels as he was made to wade in acid. Being an experiment left him severely devalued upon his exit from the facility, and no proper master would purchase such a husk of a Pokémon anyway which awarded him the miserable distinction of being assigned to the Arena roster, to the brutalities of battle and for nearly two years he competed, refined resentment fueling his victories. After a time, Oliver had reached his zenith, his absolute breaking point again being locked up and discounted. Content to close off from the world immersed in memories of his younger days at the Safari Zone with his grandfather well and his Eevee comfortably at his side, it was no wonder it took the shifter the space of five, entire minutes to recognize that telling tone organizing his purchase. He didn’t know it then, but upon catching sight of a face from his past something ignited in him and he would’ve bitten Zacharias just then, sunk an incisor right to his gum line if he could have moved. FACE CLAIM: barnaby brooks jr., tiger & bunny OOC NAME: Theo [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; color: #444444; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: -10px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: center;]made by SANA of BTN[/style]

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▌ NEME HAS SPOKEN !!

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Your pokemon is..


JOLTEON !


OR...


Your pokemon is..


SHINY SEADRA !

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