you trembled like you'd seen a ghost

Name: Oliver Bello (occasionally referred to as Ollie, Oli, and any other variation of the name), was named by his father. There wasn't much reason behind the name, other than the fact that Oliver's father thought it sounded cool. The name 'Oliver' means olive tree, which in a biblical context, symbolizes beauty and dignity. Likewise, 'Bello' means beautiful in Spanish and Italian.

Oliver always liked his name. He often remembered late nights when he should have gone to sleep but didn't, nights when he stared at the ceiling using his finger to trace his name over and over again among the bumps and cracks of the plaster. The way 'Oliver' looked in a simple loose cursive was elegant, a kind of beautiful Olly would always want to live up to. (He hoped he did, but knew he never would.)

He remembered when his father would beckon him over by saying "Ooooollie!" as a toddler and would watch the child pad over unsteadily with a little laugh. He remembered when his father would say "Oli..." solemnly, then perk up again with the ghost of a smile and ask how his day was, how the life of a ten year old was. He remembered when his father would shout a curt "Oliver," that reverberated through the house a few times, calling him down for the monthly family dinner he required until he gave up. He was 15 and sat in silence at the awkward dinners while his name was written on the neglected report cards and bills and permission slips that crowded the too-long dining table.

Oliver loved his name and he had no choice, because if he didn't have his name he would have nothing, and that's as good as being dead.

Gender: Ollie was born as and identifies as a male. He was often teased for being a bit effeminate when he was younger, in caring about his looks or how anti-stereotypical he was. He never understood it, though- caring about how you look doesn't make you anything. It just means you made an effort.

God Parent: Aletheia, the goddess of truth and sincerity, is Oliver's mother.

Oliver's father Jaime had met Aletheia by accidentally bumping into her on the street. She was disguised as Verity Pearson, a police interrogator. Verity was running late to her job, while Jaime was on his day off and was taking a stroll downtown. Verity was sprinting, narrowly managing to avoid people on the sidewalk, before running head first into an inattentive Jaime. Her papers went flying everywhere, stained by the hot coffee Jaime dropped. Jaime helped Verity pick up her papers, both of them apologizing and laughing over the movie-like circumstances. He was instantly enamored by her, and asked her out on a date.

They lived out a kind of fairytale romance, something far too good to be true, and Jaime was ecstatic that he got a happy relationship out of all the people in the world. Quiet nights at the coffee shop, cuddling by the fireplace, all kinds of romance novel dates. So many people deserved this more than him, and Jaime was ever so grateful. For all intents and purposes, Aletheia loved him too. At least, in the moments she forgot she would have to leave someday and couldn't get attached. Maybe it slipped her mind, or maybe she wanted to forget, or maybe she just wanted to pretend to be a human for a while. Whatever the case, it worked, and that was good enough for her.

Everything culminated to one cold December evening. Aletheia sat Jaime down and told him she was pregnant, and Jaime was immediately ecstatic. However, Aletheia remained somber through his joy. When Jaime finally calmed down, he asked her why she didn't look excited, confusion spreading through his features. He was concerned that something may be wrong, but he was definitely not prepared for what came after. Aletheia explained how she was a Greek goddess, and that once the baby was born, she would have to leave. Jaime accepted the Greek goddess part with little protest: he was in love with her, whether she was mental or genuinely a goddess (he wanted to believe the latter). However, he did not accept that she would have to leave eventually. He begged and begged her to stay, asking repeatedly why she had to go, but she would just shake her head and keep silent until they changed topics.

As soon as the baby was born, she left it in Jaime's hands. Aletheia walked off and vanished, not taking a single look back, leaving Jaime irreparably heartbroken and affecting him in ways nobody could have ever guessed.

Aletheia loved Jaime too, at least a little bit, but that would never be enough for Jaime.

Mortal Parent: Jaime Bello, a former interior designer, is Oliver's father. 'Jaime' is a Spanish and Portugese variation of the name James, and was a name passed down the family. He was born and raised in Brasília, Brazil, and had lived in Brazil his whole life. Considered just a little bit better than average-looking, Jaime had achieved a beautiful golden tan from his days out in the sun, paired with his shaggy black hair and glowing hazel eyes. He was twenty five when Oli was born, making him forty one currently.

Ever since he was a kid, Jaime was always very optimistic and cheerful, even when circumstances were bleak. It annoyed some people, but most people didn't mind and basked in his positive energy. He wasn't very smart, but Jaime tried his hardest and that was good enough. Jaime always tried to keep everyone happy - he felt that most people didn't deserve to be sad. He was inspired to do this after his own father was diagnosed with cancer and became depressed. Jaime was haunted by the bleak, empty eyes that he looked at everyday and would do whatever it took to stop other people from having to endure the same fate.

His mother, Naoko Akiyama, met and married Octavio Bello in Seville, Spain. They moved to Brazil and had three kids together: Jaime, who was the oldest; Oscar, born two years later; and Francesca, born another two years later. They were a happy, middle-class family until Jaime was fifteen. The family was going on a trip to the grocery store, when a giant truck came hurtling towards them and smashed into the car, sending both automobiles spinning. Francesca was killed on impact, while Naoko died in the hospital hours after the crash. Octavio was severely injured but made a fast recovery, while Jaime and Oscar only had minor injuries. The truck driver was speeding, and arrested as such.

They recovered from the injuries relatively quickly, but it was impossible to recover from the losses. The three boys carried on life as usual after the funerals, and had a silent agreement to never speak of the incident again. It was too painful. Octavio was disagnosed with cancer two years later, and when Jaime was twenty, Octavio finally succumbed to the illness. Jaime and Oscar were on their own from then on, living on the rest of the family's savings and whatever they got from their jobs.

Jaime worked hard to get a job as an interior designer. He loved it, the idea of it, the execution. The way classic household items were placed and the way the colors blended with each other could change your mood drastically. He was well liked by his co-workers, who thought his energy was infectious and couldn't help but be cheerful around him as well. It paid more than enough, but the hours were long and When Oliver was born, Jaime had to quit his job because he had a baby to take care of, alone, and Jaime promised himself he'd take back his job after spending time with Ollie and hiring a babysitter. (He broke too many of his own promises too often, but the memory of this one would always hit Jaime like a ton of bricks.)

Oscar married his childhood sweetheart, Graciela, when he was twenty one. They had a daughter two years later, named Adela, and Oscar was beginning to get his life back on track. However, a few weeks after Adela was born, Graciela took the car out to go to work but lost control of the vehicle and crashed. She died almost instantly, with a smile on her face. Jaime was haunted by her smile - it seemed as if she was glad to die. From then on, Jaime swore that women were garbage, and he would never let another one in his life. (He broke that promise, too.)

Date of Birth: Ollie was born on Wednesday, July 2nd, 1997 at 2pm on the dot. This makes him sixteen years old. That was also coincidentally the day his cousin Adela was born, although Adela was born several hours after Oliver. In astrology, he is a Cancer sun and a Gemini moon.

Olly didn't celebrate his birthday much as a kid. Or a teen, really. His father was always out doing who knows what, and Oliver really didn't care enough to ask for something. In fact, he doubted his father even remembered his birthday every year. The few times that Oli did celebrate his birthday, it was a joint party with Adela. He wasn't very fond of those, since everyone at the party was one of Adela's friends, but it was better than nothing. His birthday was during summer break, so more often than not Ollie would just sit at home and take a nap, or go to McDonald's by himself, or something along those lines. Besides, a party wouldn't really suit him; Oliver didn't trust other people to come into his house, nor did he trust his father to keep out, and he appreciated the break from the public. No one else really thought to remember his birthday either (no one ever really asked), so his birthday nights were littered with crushed beer cans and empty bottles of vodka he took from the kitchen cupboards.

Every morning, Ollie would wake up groggy and hungover but he would still make the effort to stumble to the window and look for his father's car in the driveway. Every time, Oli would be disappointed when he saw nothing and fall back onto the stained couch. (He forgot why he even bothered to check every year when the outcome was always the same. Maybe it was routine, or maybe it was the faintest glimmer of hope.)

Place of Birth: Oliver was born healthy, without complications in Hospital Sírio-Libanês in São Paulo, Brazil. Considering that Brazil is on the southern hemisphere, where July is in the winter, it wasn't so bad. He was born into 58 °F weather (not the hospital temperature!), relatively average for the season. The weather outside was mild, if a little breezy. When Olly was still a toddler, Jaime used to tell him he was a blessing for being born in such a calm atmosphere.

After Aletheia left the baby in Jaime's arms, he was bewildered. He had no idea how to raise a kid. He was completely relying on Aletheia to help him learn to take care of a baby, even after she told Jaime she would have to leave. After a while, one of the nurses noticed Jaime sitting on the hospital bed, staring wide-eyed at the child. She helped explain to Jaime the basic process of raising a child, and even helped him name the baby too. The nurse gave Jaime her number, in case he needed any "help with the baby", and sent him on his way. (He never did call.)

Hometown/Last Residence: Olly lived in Sao Paulo for the first five years of his life. The majority of the people in his neighborhood were of Syrian/Libyan descent, which made things kinda awkward for Jaime and Oliver. Jaime had inherited the house after his Libyan best friend died. The house wasn't much- Jaime's friend lived alone and didn't have family in the country, so it was kinda tiny. The neighborhood was decent but since Oli was only a baby then, he didn't remember much about it. Ollie knew it looked nice, courtesy of Jaime's co-workers, and it was warm and cozy and smelled like vanilla. Some of Olly's best memories took place in that house, but even then the memories were scarce.

Jaime and his brother Oscar's respective families later moved to Portland, Oregon, where Oliver lived until he went to camp. Their new house was a lot bigger and two stories tall (thanks to Jaime saving money), but a lot emptier and colder. The furniture Jaime picked out was nice, but there was always so many empty rooms and it was suffocating and the silence was deafening. Oliver tried his hardest to fill out the house, spreading his stuff across the quiet hallways and vacant rooms, but it didn't work and he stuffed everything back inside his own room. Even the rooms that served a purpose still seemed barren; the bathroom with the sink that drip-drip-dripped while a drunken Ollie was lying on the patterned linoleum floor, the kitchen with take-out boxes littering the counter and the trash that rarely got taken out, his father's room with the unruly sheets that smelled like sorrow and the closet that was only partly filled with dirty laundry spread over the floor.

Olly's room was the only one that felt full. He had a bunch of band, TV show, and movie posters taped all over the caramel colored walls. His bed was set right beneath an expensive art piece he got from his father, and under the bed were most of Oli's important, sentimental things. The lights hung down low and were dimmed, and there were desks and drawers placed everywhere just to fill the space. Most of the drawers didn't have anything he needed, either. Oli really just needed his room to feel full, to be something different from the rest of the house. It was bright and colorful and reminded Oliver of something from the movies.

Oliver's house never felt like home, and sometimes he wished he cared more that it didn't.

Race/ethnicity: Jaime is an Ainocô - white (Spanish, specifically) and Japanese living in Brazil - while Aletheia was, of course, Greek. Most, if not all, of Ollie's physical features come from his father's white and Japanese heritage; dark hair and dark eyes that angle off. His skin tone is fairly lighter than his father's, however. Neither of his grandparents lived long enough to see Oliver be born, so he's unaware of his hertiage besides what Jaime told him. Considering that Jaime was more than likely drunk off his rockers when he explained his heritage to Oli, Jaime wasn't a very reliable source of information.

Olly was not brought up with a strong cultural understanding of Brazil, as Jaime had always planned to move to the United States. He knows Portugese pretty well, however. He's not too interested in learning about Brazilian culture, either; the teenage girls on the internet begging bands to go to Brazil spoke volumes. Other than that, Oliver is a pretty standard American, although he's not exactly a U.S citizen (he was born in Brazil, and Jaime wasn't a U.S citizen either). He does plan on applying for citizenship once he turns 18, just so he can feel legal about staying in America.

Accent: Oliver originally had broken English from living in Brazil. As a result of relentless bullying/harrassment from schoolmates over this, Oli forced himself to adopt the accent of those around him: a general Western American dialect. Generally regarded as a neutral accent, most Americans consider this "not having an accent." His speech is rhotic, and he has the cot-caught merger and the Mary-marry-merry merger, as well as others. Naturally, Ollie is pretty familiar with western slang but he prefers not to use it, and he has retained good grammar as well. It has now become more natural for him to speak with this dialect, although the way he pronounces words in Portugese is not affected by his American accent.

Skin Tone: Ollie inherited a golden olive skin tone from his father, with warm undertones. He tans rather than burns (but he doesn't tan very quickly either), so his skin gets a little darker during the summer. Of course, lighting can always affect how Oliver's skin appears.

Eyes: He has dark, chestnut brown eyes that, in the sunlight, glint into a champagne brown and angle downwards. Often, his eyes seem dreamy and far-away, as if he's looking right past you. When he's out of his public persona, his eyes are more sharp and focused. Olly never really spent time to look at or think about his eyes, unless he was putting his contacts in. Brown wasn't really an interesting eye color, so often he just didn't pay attention to them, and he didn't think they were anything special.

Hair: Brushed out of his face is Oliver's messy, sooty black hair. He's not really fond of black hair because most people have that hair color anyway, but he prefers the natural color over any other hair color he's seen, so he has never dyed his hair. (Plus, having green hair wouldn't really be the kind of person he's going for.) He keeps it at a decent length; a lot longer than a buzzcut, but still short enough that it's all on his head. It's thick and coarse and he wakes up with it in a tangled mess every morning. Hair styling was never much of a problem at all, though, as Oli keeps it short and he was blessed with naturally straight hair. He finds that he has to style his hair everyday, or else he'd look like he literally just crawled out of the sewer. After he styles it Oliver doesn't really pay much attention to his hair, figuring that once it's done it's done. He'll only think to look at it again if someone tells him to.

Height: Oli stands at about 6 feet (1.83 m), on the taller side. He has no problem with his height, and prefers this to being shorter or taller. When he was a kid, he was honestly pretty short. He was only around five feet in junior high. However, as he started growing, so did his height, up to an average level. Then suddenly, he shot right up to six feet between his freshman and sophmore years. He must have eaten a lot of healthy food over the summer or something, because there's no way that could have happened otherwise. Ollie doesn't play any sports, which his friends think is a huge waste of his height.

Weight: Weighing at about 140 lbs (63.5 kg), Oliver is just barely keeping at a normal BMI. He doesn't diet or anything- this is just how his body is. Although, his eating isn't quite healthy. He kinda skips meals sometimes on accident, on account of being asleep or going out with some friends or something. He also eats far too much junk food ("Isn't junk food supposed to make you fat?") Drinking and smoking, too. Oli always had a nagging feeling that he should stop and start to eat some vegetables or something, but he had a reputation to live up to and broccoli did not fit that reputation. Plus, pizza counts as a vegetable now, so another box of Domino's wouldn't hurt right?

Body Type: Slender with an awkward kick of muscle in the upper arms, Ollie seems a bit disproportionate. He's quite lanky, with a small to medium build. Basically, the only thing stopping him from being a literal skeleton is his upper arms. He has no idea why he has anything there at all. He did, however, notice that no matter what body type somebody had, they were always a little more meaty in one part. Thighs, stomach, face, whatever. Olly happened to be bigger in the arms.

Appearance: Oliver has a diamond face shape, with a narrow hairline. His hair is black, and often styled as if casually brushed out of his face. He has dark, thick eyebrows that point off sharply, and his glimmering chestnut brown eyes angle downwards slightly with barely noticeable eyelashes are a good distance away from his hairline. Olly has a sharp, defined jawline and prominent chin, with a nose that is slightly upturned. He has large, full lips, with a slight smirk for a smile. He rarely smiles with his mouth open, but he has the common inability to smile with his mouth closed. Blessed with a clear complexion, he has a light olive skin tone with a natural flush to his cheeks. He has the slight beginnings of facial hair, that are very apparent due to his dark hair color. Oli has kept away from injuries and his body is unmarked, with the exception of a few long scars running down his back and the occasional birthmark. Typically, he has good posture, but his body language is often hesitant and withdrawn. Many people mistake him to be older than he really is.

He is quite fashion conscientious, keeping up with trends but still maintaining his own sense of style. Both of Ollie's earlobes are pierced and he tends to wear a simple pair of small silver studs. In public, he'll sport some casual street wear. Loose flowing tank tops, aztec and triangle prints, skinny jeans at the waist. When he's at home, though, he has more of a hipster style of clothing; button-ups and bowties, cardigans and Converse. Any time he doesn't have to go outside, Oliver switches from his contacts to his hipster-y "nerd" glasses, as he finds that contacts are kind of uncomfortble. At camp, half the time he has resigned to wearing the typical orange Camp Half Blood shirt, typically paired with black or dark jeans or olive green shorts, along with a pair of sneakers. The other half, he continues with his usual fashion style.

Weapon: Oliver's choice of weapon is a classic celestial bronze dagger. On his first day at camp, he wandered into the armory, wanting to be able to defend himself if he got attacked by something or someone. He doubted he would be able to carry a sword in battle, and he'd probably end up shooting someone in the eye if he used a bow and arrow. Daggers seemed to be the best option for him: small, easy, but still dangerous. The one he chose was a kalis dagger, featuring an 18 inch wavy blade, with a hardwood hilt wrapped in jute, 24 inches in total. Oli named it πυρηνικός, or Pyrinikós, which means "nuclear" in Greek. The process of nuclear energy was one of the only things he remembered from science class. It started out as uranium, a common element in the Earth's crust, and with a little fixing it turned into something incredibly deadly. Olly thought it would be a good representation of the weapon.

Before he went to camp, Ollie carried a butterfly knife with him everywhere he went. He found it when he was thirteen while he was digging through some cabinets in an unused room of his house. Initially, he had no use for it and was in fact a bit intimidated by the knife. What if he accidentally cut his hand or something? Oli hid it at the bottom of his sock drawer and left it unused until he started doing some sketchy things in some sketchy places, and decided that he would be better safe than sorry.

At first, he kept it in his pocket so no one could see it, but after looking it up on the internet he learned that it was illegal to carry it concealed in Oregon. It wouldn't be the first time he had broken the law, but he had done so many worse crimes that he decided it would be better to have one off his plate. Since then, he attached it to the side of his pants. Usually his shirt would cover half of it, so he could argue it technically wasn't concealed, but it was hidden well enough that most people didn't notice or question it. Even then, Oliver never used the knife much, and he lost it in a kerfuffle during the fight in which he got his back scars.

Armor: Although he prefers not to wear armor, Oli has a small celestial bronze shield to use, just in case. He finds armor to be way too heavy and bulky, especially on his skinny body. He typically doesn't bring his shield out for use, not even for Capture the Flag. However, he reckons that if a time ever comes where he needs to use it, he will. Olly feels bad about not wearing armor, especially since he's supposed to, and it seems like nobody else does either. He always shrugs it off, though; if it was a really big deal, he would have been chastised for it already.

Pet(s): Oliver can barely take care of himself, let alone another living thing. He has no pets. Or a plant or a rock, for that matter. There was no way he could have pets at home. You needed a parent to accompany you, and even if Oli got someone else to pretend to be his dad, Jaime would probably think it was a wild animal and step on it or something. He has always wanted a dog, though. He's not sure what breed, he has better things to do in his free time than research dog breeds, but cats are weird and he just wants a normal domesticated pet. Seeing some older people at camp with fricking peacocks and talking sporks really freaked him out. Why didn't very many people have parrots or gerbils or something?

Skills/Talents:
☆ Ollie is pretty good at socializing, a trait he picked up from observing the kids around him when he was in school. He grew to be quite popular, in the way that people love you and are afraid of you simultaneously. It wasn't something he had a desire to learn, it was something he felt he needed to learn to deal with the world. He is very open to conversation and will talk about literally anything as long as it doesn't involve his family. Whenever he has to talk about himself, he'll leave a few important details out, just to leave people wondering.

☆ He also has a small passion for sewing, although he'd never admit that. Oliver picked up this talent from his uncle Oscar, who worked as a tailor in Brazil. Since Olly spent so much time at his house anyway, Oscar decided to teach him something that would actually be useful later in life, rather than letting him play video games and watch TV all day.

Initially, Oli was reluctant to practice sewing. He thought it was kind of girly, and he got enough flack for being effeminate. Oscar coaxed him into it by saying he'd be able to save money by fixing up or making his own clothes, and he might even be able to meet some pretty girls by offering to patch up theirs. Still hesitant, Ollie agreed, and after a couple days he found himself enjoying sewing. Trying to find colors of thread that blended well with each other was one of his favorite parts of it; there were so many different colors and shades and tints, he could easily lose himself in it and forget about his problems while sewing.

☆ In addition, Oliver is a model. He was spotted by a modeling agent one day at age 14 when he was in a McDonald's, and was given the oppurtunity to model for them. Olly was intrigued by the idea; it sounded like a good way to make money, and he might even become famous. Since he was younger than eighteen, he needed his father to sign the papers allowing him to become a model, and Jaime signed them absent-mindedly while drunkenly watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Since then, Oli has done loads of different modeling work, from expensive Italian shoe companies to indie clothing stores. He's really fond of this job, even if there's no new modeling shoots for him most of the time.

☆ Olly is an excellent actor. After having two personas to switch between, he has become a very good actor. Whenever he's in public, he is basically playing a character. His public persona is almost the opposite of what real Ollie is like, and people are none the wiser, so he's pretty sure he's a good actor. Maybe not hollywood level of good, considering all the people are him are really exceedingly dumb, but still good enough. He thinks maybe he can pursue a career in acting when he grows up.

Flaws:
☆ He has two different personas- one being the average popular kid, the other being truly himself(an artsy hipster, basically). When in public around people he will have to see often, Oliver strictly uses the popular kid personality, making him pretty artificial. He has forced himself to act like this since the age of ten, when he became afraid of what people would think about his personality, seeing as he was a tad different than everyone else. After what went down when he was five, he was not about to let that happen again. So he decided to make up what is esentially a character for him to play when he's in public. Whenever he's alone or in a place where nobody will pay attention to him, he can act himself again.

Olly never found it to be much of a problem, until suddenly he was a freshman and he found himself wanting what other people had. Friends, a girlfriend, someone you could dump all your secrets on, a father figure, a mother figure. He had to restrain himself from glaring at the families and couples and best friends that walked down the street together. Although Ollie wanted to drop the two personality thing, he couldn't bring himself to. The public persona already had such a big reputation in the area. Plus, if he grew up and inadvertently ruined his life somehow, he could blame it all on his personality problems.

☆ Ollie becomes very tense and rigid when he cannot tell what someone's opinion of him is. It makes him uneasy, because he can usually tell people's opinion of him within the first minute of the person looking at or talking to him. When he fails to get a gist of what they think of him, he starts to panic a little bit on the inside, though he refuses to let it show. Oli will then obsess over the person until he is absolutely sure what that person thinks of him. This only applies to people he will probably have to talk to for a long time, or will probably have to face them very often. The obsessing over people part has only happened three times, but that's enough times to make him feel crazy.

The first time, it was a girl new to the school and Olly didn't know he cared about people's opinions that much. She was pretty, so he deicded to escort her around the school, already scoring her some major cool points. Her face never changed, though. She laughed, frowned, blinked at all the right times, but her expression never changed. She It made Oliver uncomfortable knowing that she'd be able to tell all of his expressions, but he wouldn't know hers.

So when he went home that night, jogging back alone in the dark, he had the need to find out what she thought of him. Ollie spent so long pondering, running through every moment he spent with her that night. Why couldn't he find out? Also, why did he care so much? He ignored the latter question and saved it for another day, but he spent the rest of the night stalking the girl's Facebook and Twitter and anything else he could get away with, lest he seem creepy. The next morning, he woke up with the keys on the keyboard imprinted onto his cheek. When he went to school, he found out that she had decided to go to a different school in the district, and he couldn't help but feel like it was all his fault.

(He never found out the other two people's opinons, either. They were always gone by the next day.)

☆ He is also facetious, but he uses it as a coping mechanism or to try and change the subject from anything that reminds him of his family. Olly's not particularly proud of this, but he will do anything in order to not have to discuss his personal life. Making a joke that's just a little bit inappropriate isn't so bad, especially if it's about something he has experienced or is experiencing. The only problem is that most people don't know that he has experienced it, and just take it as him insulting other people who have such problems. His personal life is a very sore subject, considering he has to live through his life everyday. Besides, it's not as if anybody really cared. If they did, he wouldn't exactly be as messed up as he is now, would he?

☆ Oli seems to be very distant and withdrawn. He doesn't want to get attached to anyone, lest they know about all the messed up parts of him or his history. The only people he was ever close to are his cousin Adela and his good friend Bryson. Everyone else only knows the little details; favourite color, his profession, reading ability. Oliver has refrained from having a girlfriend, as well, settling for one night stands and cuddle sessions. It's a matter of keeping everyone around him sane, and to keep Olly from having to go to therapy or a foster home or something along those lines. Even while having conversations, Olly will seem like he's daydreaming, with his eyes looking at the person but not really there. When people are asking a question, he'll just nod along and say "Yeah," even the times when he's not paying attention. (It's gotten him in some pretty big trouble before.)

☆ Often, Ollie is quite anxious. Not an anxiety disorder, mind you, but he is very jumpy and easily agitated. It doesn't show on his face, but his body language is hesitant. Most people brush it off as he does a good job at hiding it. They have always known him to be like this, mostly carefree but with a little bit of fear behind every step he takes. He has been nervous like this ever since he started acting a character in public. He cares too much about what other people think of him, so he is always nervous when he's around other people. They could change their mind about you at any moment, put you in a box and send you down the river. He knows it's illogical and not likely to happen, but it still puts him on edge.

☆ Despite being a model, Oliver has one big appearance flaw: he has a series of long scars down his back. One time, Oliver was at a party he really didn't want to go to, but had to so he could preserve his reputation. He was not enjoying himself at all and hated pretty much everyone at that party, so he decided to get really drunk instead. All that alcohol just went straight down his throat until he could barely see.

While he was making his way through the throng of people, one equally drunk person he didn't recognize pushed Ollie back. Offended, Ollie tried to slur out a "What the hell," but he was interrupted by another shove from the same person. That pushed Oli over the line, and he punched the stranger square in the face. This turned into a full out brawl, the other party goers egging them on. Neither one of them was willing to back down, so this fight continued for some time until the stranger grabbed a previously smashed wine bottle from the floor, stabbed it into Olly's back, and dragged it from his shoulder blade down to his hip.

Oliver collapsed in pain while the crowd of people finally came to their senses and restrained the stranger, who held the bloody glass bottle in his hand. Oliver thought he was going to die, and was slipping out of consciousness when the emergency services arrived. He was quickly carried onto the ambulance and rushed to the hospital, while police stayed back to question everybody. Even the fire department had to stay to put out a fire growing in the backyard. By the time Ollie woke up the next afternoon, he was in a hospital bed with his back still in immense pain and various "get well" gifts scattered on the cabinets around. He was still tired, but managed to grab the attention of a nearby nurse and asked "Does my dad know I'm here?" The nurse picked up a clipboard hanging on the end of the bed and nodded. "Did he come to visit?" She looked at the board again and shook her head. "Hasn't come in, and he hung up when we called to tell him. Sorry, sugar."

Oli fell asleep with a deepening feeling of hatred and resentment growing in the pit of his stomach a few minutes later.

Strengths:
☆ Oliver is pretty fast at running. He's had plenty of experience, having had to run away from all sorts of things, from hellhouse to the police. Even as a child, Olly was quicker than his schoolmates, and he was even on the cross country team in seventh grade, before quitting when he realized this meant he would have to stay out in public a lot longer.

☆ Likely due to his terrible eyesight, Oliver has an acute sense of hearing. He often says that he can hear from a mile away. He can hear little things like two people whispering in a loud room, or insects moving about on the floor. It's not amazing hearing, but still better than most people's auditory range.

During school one day, he asked for a pass to the bathroom. Really, he was just wandering the halls, stopping to fumble with a locker or ducking into the bathroom whenever a teacher walked past. Olly was beginning to walk back to class when he heard something coming from the other side of the hall. A soft tick-tick-tick came from one of the lockers. He wanted to dismiss it, but the ticking went faster and it wasn't the tick-tock of a watch.

Oli alerted a passing teacher, and the next thing he knew everyone was being evacuated and a bunch of police cars and the bomb squad were there. In the locker, hidden under many layers of sweaters and a backpack, was a bomb. A bomb. As it turns out, the girl who planted the bomb had hooked up with Ollie a week before. One note, engraved in a piece of steel on the outskirts of the campus, wrote "IF I CANT HAVE HIM, NO ONE CAN." The police were about to apprehend her, but she made a run for it, and no one has seen hide nor hair of her since.

For about a month, Oliver was a hero. He earned praise from teachers and staff, gifts and appreciations shouted down the hall, and plenty of people trying to get cozy with him. Then it was winter break, and when they came back he wasn't a hero anymore. Everyone moved on, forgot about it, or were just tired of having to acknowledge it everytime they saw Ollie because life moves fast around where he lived and there were better heroes to pay attention to.

He was a hero, for a little bit, but that little bit was just too much.

☆ He is very stealthy. Olly is quite good at hiding, disappearing, vanishing in the blink of an eye. It helped when he needed to get out of a situation fast, but had no way to escape. Oli is pretty skinny, so he can easily fit into tight spaces, despite his height. In conjunction with his running skills, he's practically a superhero.  

The first time he hid, it was electrifying. He was on the verge of being caught, on the cusp of going to juvie or being let off scot-free. The tenth time, it was routine and he knew exactly where to hide, the blind spots, how to dive behind a bush without making a sound and how to open up the vents using some girl's bobby pin he found on the floor. The last time, he was running away from a Grecian monster that only he could see in New York, and he didn't feel anything but the desire to survive.

☆ Ollie has incredible self control. It's the only reason he doesn't lash out at everyone in his way or pick fights with people randomly. It is also the only way Oli can keep his persona thing from slipping into mental disorder territory. (He thinks he might already be in mental disorder territory, though.) Whenever he has the urge to do something stupid, he takes five seconds to think 'If I do this, will I regret it later?' If the answer is no, then he does it anyway. If the answer is yes, he bites his tongue (literally) until he no longer wants to do it. Usually, the answer is yes. Olly has lost a lot of blood from his tongue.

Weaknesses:
☆ Smoking and drinking are a big problem in Oliver's life. He never imagined himself being a smoker, seeing as he hates the smell of smoke, but when he's actually smoking he finds it very peaceful and it calms his anxiety. Drinking, kid Ollie could see, but not even close to the level Olly actually drank. He started off with just a beer or two, but that excalated quickly until Oli could drink anything that was in his way until he was on the verge of passing out or dying. He has found that drinking just makes him forget about his problems and he feels free in those moments, something he hasn't felt for a very long time. Olly knows that he's probably damaging his insides a lot, but he doesn't care.

☆ Oliver is pretty messy and disorganized. He'll start one project and move on to the other without finishing the first, while starting a third project along the way. Many of his projects are lost because of this, and he'll roll around in frustration before vowing to be more organized, but give up after he comes up with a new idea and just HAS to write it down. It was never very effective. Whenever Oli walked into his room, he would be a little bit annoyed by all the things he had scattered over the floor: movie ticket stubs, half-made pieces of clothing, people's phone numbers he should have called, etc. He would spend hours digging through the mess of papers before finding what he was looking for, only to forget why he needed it and repeat the process again later.

☆ Ever since he was a child, Ollie has been ridiculously insecure. That and his irrational fear of bad opinions about him are the driving force behind many of the things he does. Ever since he was a child, Olly knew that what people thought of you was very important. If someone of power thought you were a gross disgusting nose picker, and that someone told their friends who told their friends who told their friends, you would have everyone against you within a few hours. So Oliver strived to make sure that never happened to him. He did whatever it took to make him always look like an angel, even if it meant sacrificing his own enjoyment. He made sure that he looked his best everyday, that his grades were at least decent, that he went to enough social gatherings to make him not seem like a hermit.

Regarding his looks, Oli never thought he was much to look at. Many people told him the opposite, and so did his job, but he could never see something that was attractive about him. In school, his grades were never as good as he would have liked. A/B honor roll was just barely cutting it, and he sort of hated himself for it. When he went out to parties, his presence was always determined by the flip of a coin. Oliver went to all the important ones, of course, but the coin flip decided whether he was going to stay in the shadows throughout the night, or if he was going to go all out and be the life of the party. If he did what he really wanted, all of his friends and admirers would drop like flies.

He knew other people's opinions were important, but he never stopped to wonder if he was wrong.

Likes: One of Oliver's favourite things is fashion. He picked up an eye for design from his father, after watching him rearrange furniture and paint new colors over everything until it was the best it could be. Oliver had the some drive and desire to create, but instead of with houses, he wanted to design clothes. It carried on into his job and his everyday life. Oli also listens to a lot of music, particularly enjoying bands like The Smiths, M83, and Muse. It helps to draw out creativity when he's designing. He is also quite fond of movies, and he used to take a trip to the movie theater once a week. Even when he couldn't physically go to a theater to watch movies, he had Netflix and watched cult classics or films he missed or wanted to rewatch.

Dislikes: He is not fond of social gatherings or parties at all, even though he attends many of them. Ollie finds that the amount of people milling around aimlessly, drunk or high or just confused, makes him uncomfortable. It is a mystery to him why anyone likes parties besides the fact that it is chance to rebel. Olly openly despises when people lie, although he's a pretty big liar himself. Just something about the way people could lie and cheat their way through life while others had to suffer through it all bothered him. After he learned who is mother was, it made a lot more sense to him. He also doesn't care for his father. Oliver saw his father as neglectful, perpetually drunk, and a waste of space. Oli had tricked himself into thinking he didn't care about his dad, but he honestly cared a lot and just couldn't accept what Jaime had become.

Fears: More than anything, Oliver is afraid of people's opinions. This is the most basic driving force behind his entire life. Nearly everything he does is to please other people, so they won't think bad of him and ruin his life. Really, he's only afraid of bad opinions about himself. He's quite scared of death as well. Growing up without a religion in the mortal world, he knew that there was no way of being able to tell what happened after you died. When he found out about his god parent, he learned about the underworld as well, and Greek mythology begged to differ. Still, Ollie couldn't shake the fear that the mythology was wrong, or that he would end up in the Fields of Punishment for some reason he didn't remember. Oli has a mild ochlophobia, the fear of crowds or mobs. Having lots of people around him, all bumping into each other and the heat of everyone moving is almost suffocating. He sometimes attends events with lots of people, but not often because it really starts to freak him out after a while.

Personality: No one can hurt you if you're not really there. At least, that's how Oliver feels. Reasoning powers over feelings. He keeps himself detatched from emotions: he'll smile, frown, laugh and cry at all the right moments, but it doesn't translate to the rest of his face when there's another pair of eyes on him. Which is a problem, because his need for contact is like his need of air to breathe. He doesn't trust anyone and is very cautious around other people, but he still needs someone there to make sure he's still sane. He's only at peace when he can feel his problems dissipate from his bones, just for a second, and he falls asleep in the bed of a girl he'll never talk to again.

He likes change, the fast pace of cars rushing on highways and the diversity of people walking on the streets beside him. Risks and adventure bring out the best side of him. It makes him nervous, scared, but once he's done something he doesn't regret it the slightest bit. Taking the trip to camp, although terrifying, was one of his fondest memories. Risk taking is one of the only things that makes him happy both in and out of character. Being sixteen means you don't get to take a lot of risks, though, and he often forgets about his desire for adventure when slipping back into character.

Plus, he has a fierce determination, and he'll go after what he wants quietly but wholeheartedly (unless it requires him to break character.) On the outside, he seems superficial and unsteady. Half of that is true; he's clinging onto the last shreds of stability he has, but he's definitely not superficial. Olly could never find it in himself to live simply, even if it seems more appealing sometimes. In fact, he probably has way too much going on in his life than anyone could handle. Most times, it's just easier to pretend to be easygoing than to let people in.

For that reason, Oli prefers to keep things private. He's not easy to know well, but most people don't take notice and sometimes it breaks his heart. He has faced the darker side of life far too many times, and an incredible sense of self-control is the only thing keeping him from breaking character and/or lashing out at someone. Everything has a consequence, and he wants to make sure he knows exactly what will happen if he acts on instinct. He needs to feel accepted, to feel like he belongs, and most of his life is centered around this.

Powers: He can force people to tell the truth. Everything they say for the next five minutes will be entirely truthful, no matter what it's about. Olly can only use it five times a day. After two people, he gets a little worn out; after three, he gets exhausted; after four, he passes out; if he manages to use it all five times, he's probably dead or deeply incapacitated. Of course, the victim can resist, and it still counts for one of his uses.

Oliver wasn't really aware that he had these powers for a long time. He knew that sometimes, when got frustrated and could tell someone was lying, he wished that they would tell the truth and suddenly they did. It was weird; the person would have gone on for the longest time about how they "weren't lying", only to spout out the complete truth once Oli wished they would. It wasn't really wishing, though. Remember when you were a kid and used to think you could make objects float or open doors if you focused on it? It was more like that.

It didn't really strike him as a power until he practiced it on his satyr friend while on the way to camp. Ollie told the satyr to just spout a bunch of complete lies. Halfway through it, Oliver finally started focusing on making him tell the truth, and suddenly everything the satyr said was the truth. After about five minutes, Olly was told that it felt like someone was taking control of his brain and making him spill the truth. Only then did Oli really stop and accept that he could really do that.

Social Status: Due to his public persona being based on the majority of people around him, Oliver is the embodiment of popular. He's up to date on the latest trends, claims to like popular music, etc. His socializing skills are excellent, and he's quite pretty so girls and boys are all over him. Even the shy kids who usually hate popular people hold (at least a little) admiration for Ollie. The teachers did as well, because despite the rumors that went around, he did pretty well in his classes and that's really all they need out of him.

He has quite a reputation in the area for being a crazy party guy, even though the opposite is true. Whether Olly actually has fun at your party or sulks in the corner determines your level of cool. He has unknowingly crushed a lot of people's dreams and attempts at popularity because of this, even though he only decides his party presence via coin flip.

Summer or Year Rounder: Oli stays at camp year round. He wouldn't be able to face going back home, not for at least a year. Besides, the only person who would really care is incapacitated, and wouldn't even there to see him off. Oliver made sure to clean up the house before he left for camp, clearing out the fridge and pantry and donating as much as he could to charity. He also left a note for the one person that would check: "Hey. I'm going to be gone for a while, but don't worry. I'll be fine. Maybe I'll come back to visit someday. You know where to find the key. ~ O."

Years at Camp: At this point, Ollie has only been at camp for about a week. He's still adjusting to life in camp, and he still can't believe that all of this is true. His mother is a Greek goddess, his best friend is half goat, and he has some kind of magical power. Every once in a while, he pinches himself just to make sure he's not dreaming or in a coma or something. He hasn't really made any friends yet, either. Olly isn't sure whether he should continue using his public persona, or finally make the switch to just being himself full-time; the people at camp are just so diverse and scattered, unlike at school.

Life Before CHB:  Oliver was born in São Paulo, Brazil. His father, Jaime, lost his job and liveliness not long after Ollie was born, quitting his job to raise the baby for a few years. This rendered Jaime single, unemployed, and unhappy with the direction his life was turning. He tried his best, though, for Oli's sake and his own. Every Saturday, he would take Oliver out to the park so he would have some good childhood memories if things got worse. The toddler had plenty of playmates and life was good for him. Jaime also tried to find a date, but his desperation was unattractive and kind of pushed girls away, although Jaime was not aware of this. Jaime spent a lot of time at his younger brother Oscar's house, the two adults consoling each other for their lost loves while Olly and Adela had fun running around the house. Ollie had vivid memories of drawing on white construction paper with crayons while his dad and uncle were talking in the other room.

After several years, Jaime was fed up with this way of life, and fulfilled his long standing dream of going to the United States and moved Oliver and himself to Portland, with Oscar and Adela trailing after them. Jaime felt that he had become a failure and his goals were all going down the drain, and this changed him into a completely different person once he got to America. He became a huge poopwad and completely undesirable in every way. Jaime wasted away his free time at bars, started making rude remarks about women, the like. He got a job at a tampon factory as a "joke" with his bar friends, but it ended up being his actual job when he failed to find a better one. America was supposed to fulfill people's hopes and dreams, but it only crushed Jaime's. This had a huge effect on Oliver growing up: he was embarrassed of his father, for both his career and personality, and refused to let anyone come near his house.

When Ollie went to school at age five, his accent and broken English was made fun of at school, so he forced himself to learn the west coast American accent of the people around him. After he did that, the kids started being nice to him and he lived the next five years of his life peacefully. When he turned ten, the people at school started changing. They did some weird things like say bad words and talk about dirty stuff, and Oliver was very confused. They started being mean to him again as well, making fun of how much he liked fashion and didn't want to play sports. Oli shrugged it off as a phase and dealt with it for a few weeks, when the teasing started getting physical and he went home battered and bloody with no one there to help. He would patch himself up day after day, making sure to leave a few droplets of blood, a piece of gauze, a bandaid wrapper so his father would see and maybe try to help. (Jaime never did.)

He then lived in constant fear of what people would do next, so he developed what was basically a whole new persona to use when he was out in public. Olly put up with the beatings for a few more weeks, nearly getting sent to the hospital a few times, while he studied the popular kids. What they wore, what they said, how they acted. Soon enough, he was the epitome of popularity, and the kids stopped beating him up. The persona changed every time the general public did, and he never failed to keep up with new trends or slang. However, as soon as he was at home and/or alone, he became himself again. He was free to draw any new fashion ideas or read any books or do anything he wanted. Even as Oliver grew older and and wiser and could probably defend himself against anybody, he could not find it in him to stop the persona. It had gone too far now, built up too much of a presence and reputation, and Oliver just had to roll with it or he could ruin his whole life.

One of Oliver's only consolations during this time was his cousin Adela. Whenever Oscar came over to ask why Jaime was changing into a horrible person, Adela and Oscar would talk about all the things they could never tell anyone else. The visits were seldom, but were a great release for the two. Adela wasn't very adept at making friends either. However, because she was a girl she didn't get beat up, she only got some nasty rumors spread about her. They grew to become each other's closest friends, and their favorite moments were when they could be together and just talk. As Ollie grew up, Oscar allowed him to come over to his house whenever he liked, due to Jaime's absence. Oscar soon became like a second father to Oli. He bore a striking resemblance to Jaime, except he was definitely much nicer and reminiscent of what Jaime was like before Aletheia. Oscar taught Olly how to sew, forged Jaime's signature onto report cards and permission slips, pretended to be Jaime at parent-teacher meetings. Oliver and Adela were now free to talk to each other whenever they liked, and Adela was the only person other than Oli himself who knew about his fabricated personality. She allowed him to continue with it, knowing that it was only so he could feel safe.

When Oliver went to high school, his persona really became a problem. People would invite him to the 'biggest party of the year' (there were like five of them) and Oli couldn't find it in him to say no. If he didn't go, he'd probably lose the reputation he had worked so long  and suffered so much to create. More people started inviting him to drink, to smoke, to do drugs, and he did every single one of them. (The only one he didn't continue doing after the first time was drugs. It messed with his brain so bad the first time, he didn't dare to try again. Since Ollie did everything else, though, people were content with this.) Soon enough, the drinking and smoking turned into things Olly had to rely on, things that actually helped him, and he knew now that there was no turning back.

Around this time, Adela approached Oliver with a secret he'd have to keep for her sake. Adela loved her father more than anything in the world, and would do anything to protect him. When they moved to America, Oscar found a job immediately. It paid enough to tide them over until Oscar could find a better job. However, as months and years passed by and no other job openings were available, Oscar and Adela realized that this was the money they had to live on. It was barely enough to keep them floating, and Oscar began working another shift just to have a little extra money. Adela hated to see him have to do that, and on the eve of her 15th birthday, she had an idea. She went to the local strip club and decided to become a stripper. She passed for 18 easily; it seemed everyone in their family looked older than they were. The first time Adela came home and presented Oscar with the money she had earned at her job, he was ecstatic. He didn't know about Adela's true profession, figuring it was just a really good cashier job or something of the like. When Adela saw the heartwarming grin on his face, she swore she wouldn't stop until Oscar could stop working double shifts, even if it meant she had to suffer. She only managed to keep it a secret by telling her father she was out late at a school club, with the help of a teacher who attended the strip club frequently.

After a few weeks at this job, she needed a male figure to help protect her against some real creeps and freaks, which is when Olly got involved. Oliver was the only one Adela could trust- all of her male friends would think she was a ʍhøɹ€, and she couldn't let her father know. Oliver reluctantly agreed to help her, and soon the two were raking in the cash. It wasn't a very noble profession, but it made her dad happy and that was all she needed. Ollie had also gotten into some pretty bad fights while protecting Adela, and when they went to her house she would patch him up silently before he slipped back into his house, trying not to wake his dad who may or may not be there.

One night, while taking Adela back home, she was being very silent on their walk home. As soon as they reached her house, she broke down crying. She was a fifteen year old smoking, drinking stripper. Oliver felt that he needed to help her somehow and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as she cried into his shoulder. When she finished wiping her tears, Adela opened her mouth to say something before he lifted up her chin and kissed her. After a few seconds of shock, she kissed back and the rest is history. The kissing turned to dating, to making out, to something raunchy. It was wrong. It was completely, undeniably wrong and both of them felt a burning shame in the pit of their stomach when they touched each other.

This continued on for some time, which was disastrous for both Adela and Olly's mental stability. Dating your cousin isn't a thing you want to be proud of. Especially when one is a stripper and the other is a party boy pretending to be someone he's not. Neither of them wanted to call it love - it could be lust, at the most. This also caused Oli to lose touch with his only father figure. He couldn't bring himself to look at his uncle after doing what he had been doing with Adela. Oscar noticed, but decided it was probably just Ollie becoming independent and didn't say anything. Soon after, the guilt and shame became too much and they realized they could never continue the relationship without developing real honest mental problems. They broke up with a mutual agreement, but the late night cuddle sessions begged to differ.

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Jaime became progressively more neglectful around this time, but Oliver didn't care. That is, until one day, when Oliver came home from school. There was a note left on the kitchen table, along with all of Ollie's savings and a quarter of Jaime's (in cash), and Jaime's key to the house. The note explained that Jaime was running off to Madrid with a hot girl, and that Oliver would be on his own from now on. At the end, seemingly scribbled in at the last minute, Jaime explained to Oliver that his mom "is actually a Greek goddess. I sound high, but I swear I'm not. Go ask that boytoy of yours, Bryson. He'll tell you everything you need to know." Oliver ran to the aforementioned friend Bryson's house, where Bryson revealed himself to be a satyr.

Olly had befriended Bryson during his freshman year. Bryson was the only person he had ever seen that was able to wear a hat at school without getting it taken away by a teacher. paired with some pretty rockin facial hair. Ollie was intrigued by him, and approached Bryson at lunch one day. He found that they really clicked together, and Bryson seemed to be pretty trustworthy. They had like four classes together and took the same route home, which Oli thought was pretty weird since he didn't notice before. Over time, they grew to trust each other a lot and Bryson became the second person to know about Oliver's two personalities. When he started getting involved with Adela, Bryson became his new best friend, and that was all he really needed.

After revealing himself to be a satyr, Bryson explained all about Camp Half-Blood to Ollie, who refused to believe it was true. Did dad pay Bryson to play along? Is he wearing half of a goat costume? There's no way this can be real. Olly walked home, leaving an exasperated Bryson to try and think of a way to take Oli to camp. Oliver lived in his own for a couple weeks and since it was summer now and there was no school, he was free to lounge around his house all day.

On the first day of summer vacation, he went to the usual meeting place where he and Adela would walk to job. When she didn't come for a while, he figured she was just late. After a couple hours, he ran down to the strip club, but she wasn't there either. Ollie was very confused when he ran back to her house and saw Oscar sitting on the couch, rubbing his temples. With a little persuasion, Oscar admitted that Adela had been run over by a drunk driver the night before and was in the ICU. He could feel his heart shatter, and the next morning he went with Oscar to visit Adela in the hospital. The doctors and staff told them that she was in a coma and it was unknown how long it would take for her to be conscious again. Oscar entered a serious depression then. All he did was sleep and go to work. Olly tried to take care of Oscar for a few days, but his attempts were futile and he went home frustrated.

After a few weeks, on his 16th birthday, Oliver had made a decision. He couldn't stay here anymore. His dad ran away to Madrid, his cousin (who was one of his best friends and his former girlfriend) is in a coma, his other best friend is part goat, his uncle is seriously depressed, his mom is a Greek goddess; how could things get worse? He packed up his things and walked over to Bryson's house. Bryson opened the door hesitantly, and was surprised when Ollie asked Bryson to take him to Camp, where he knew he would be better off. Bryson agreed, and the pair set off to camp.

They rode by bus and train from Portland to Davenport, Iowa without any problems or interruptions, which made Bryson suspicious. However, as soon as they crossed into Moline, Illinois, Bryson's suspicions were correct. A giant hellhound was bounding towards the bus. Oli started freaking out when he saw it, but no one on the bus besides Bryson and himself seemed alarmed. Bryson whispered that mortals would only be able to see a little poodle on the street. The bus halted to make way for the poodle, which allowed Bryson to crack open a window and throw himself out of it. He got his legs stuck though, and Ollie gave him a push before frantically jumping out of the window himself with his luggage, to the stares of everyone else in the bus. The poodle then followed the pair, and the bus driver shrugged before continuing the trip.

Bryson got up as soon as he hit the ground and started running away, while Olly fell on his face onto the dirt and stayed there until Bryson came back over and pulled the boy to his feet. Oliver took a deep breath and was led away by the satyr. They ran for about 100 yards before diving behind a bush, where Bryson asked if Oli had any weapons to defend himself with. He dug through his pockets before pulling out his little butterfly knife, to which Bryson kicked him for. The two then watched as the hellhound continue to run towards them, but stop short and duck into the shadow of a group of trees and disappeared.

They were confused and a bit frightened by the monster's sudden disappearance, but shrugged it off and continued their journey to Long Island, problem free again. Oliver expected another monster to jump at them any moment, but Bryson said it probably wouldn't happen again. When they made it to Long Island, Bryson called a cab and told them driver to take them to Delphi Strawberry Service. Ollie questioned this, but Bryson didn't answer until they made it there. The satyr gave the cab driver a drachma, momentarily forgetting that the driver was mortal, and led Olly down Farm Road and up Half-Blood Hill.

Role-playing Example:
The moment the end-of-the-day bell rang, Oliver used his arm to sweep everything off his desk and into his black and white backpack. He stalled for a moment until the other kids had left the room, and scuttled out before the teacher could say a word. Ollie didn't use his locker- it was a waste of time and forced him to stay at school longer, so he never bothered. Walking through the school at the end of the day had it's own specific routine. Turn the corner, nod at Mike to the left, high five Josh at the right, stop walking and give a hug to Vanessa before going towards the door. Bryson wasn't there today, so he'd have to tough it out on his own.

As Oliver walked home, he made sure to put a little skip in his step. Couldn't risk having people ask him if he was sad. It was hard enough to get home everyday without having people approach him. It was around 90 degrees outside, scorching hot for Oregon, but he was still wearing a leather jacket. It didn't really bother him much, although it was really hot and he wanted to get home as soon as possible.  He had also been invited to a party tonight, so he had to get prepared. When he was out of everyone's hearing range, he sighed. The lengths I'll go to keep this up.

The moment Ollie reached his street, he took two looks around, and ran down the street and to his front door. The house was medium sized, and two stories tall. With white wooden paneling and a brown polished wood door, it wasn't exactly the best house you could find, but it was still pretty good considering his circumstances. Oli pulled out his key and fumbled with the lock until it opened.  While entering, he slammed the door shut behind him. Peering out the window for a few seconds to make sure no one was watching, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did this everyday, the same amount of fear coursed through his body while he was entering his home. There was no way he could risk letting someone he knew see his house, see where he lived. What if they peered in his window or something and saw the kinds of things he did? Sewing, down some beer, etc? He would probably get beaten so bad he'd forget what decade it was.

After calming down and taking a few deep breaths, he walked over to the kitchen. Olly stopped when he noticed an envelope and a giant wad of cash on the dining table, but shrugged it off. Must be dad's. He walked over and opened the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of lemonade he made from sugar packets he bought at Walmart and pouring himself a glass of it. As Olly walked back with his drink, crossing the table again, he did a double take at the when he noticed a large 'O' written on the envelope with a scribble inside it. Only one person had ever written their O's like that: his father. He approached the table cautiously. What could be so important that he left a letter to me?

He pulled back the chair, which smelled heavily of wine and steak, and sat down in it. Oli picked up the envelope, but held it out at arm's length. What could his dad possibly need to say? This was the first time Jaime had tried talking to him in about a month, and even then it was only for their ridiculous monthly 'family dinner.' After a bit of hesitation, he brought the envelope closer to him and peeled it open. Oliver pulled out a crumpled and folded piece of paper, and unfolded it. It was a letter.

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The bye was scribbled out with a different color pen (probably the one that was on the table next to the cash) and under it, more was written.

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Oliver stared at the paper, bewildered. Once he had collected his thoughts, he balled it up and threw it in the trash. "Now I know how far you'd go," he muttered onder his breath. Glancing around the room a few times, he jumped up and grabbed his jacket, running out the door to Bryson's house.

Notes:
*Olly does NOT have Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder! He's in complete control of it. Think of it like acting, except everywhere you go
*Bryson doesn't have actually have any romantic/sexual connections with Oliver. He's just a cool dude. Especially since Bryson is a satyr - that would cause some ruckus in camp.
*Oliver is played by my babe Vini Uehara
*Adela is played by Henrietta Prioste
*Songs used:
Explosions - Ellie Goulding
The Coast Is Always Changing - Maximo Park
*I did the html and made the gifs myself holla