Post by olivertwist on Jul 13, 2009 22:41:04 GMT -5
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Oliver Gene Wilder
Full Name- Oliver Gene Wilder
Gender- Male
Age- 35
Date of Birth- 4 June, 1974
Sexual Orientation- Homosexual
Location- White Plains, New York
Celebrity Claim- John Michael Higgins
What should we call you?- Theri, Momo, BG, Moz
Play anyone else?- Adele Couteau & Conall Saint Albans
Have You Read the Rules?- yessiree billy joe bob
Personality-
Oliver has a very bubbly personality. He is your typical Gemini spring baby. He's rarely sad, and doesn't like to see people suffering. He has a heart of gold and can usually be found surrounded by friends or other people who won't tell him to shut up.
He can be borderline annoying after a while because his mind runs a mile a minute, and it takes his mouth and the rest of his body several hours to catch up. He'll always be there when someone needs him, and will generally take the fall for people since he doesn't like them to get in trouble.
He is a very bright ray of sunshine on an otherwise boring day, and enjoys motivating people. It's impossible not to be drawn to him, and he's totally convinced that even he can melt the most stony and icy of hearts. As far as he's concerned, there can never be too much love in the world.
Likes-
- Shoes
- Men who wear tight shirts
- Guests who actually treat him like a person rather than a light fixture
- Mel Brooks movies
- Charitable giving
Dislikes-
- Overpriced shoes
- Intolerance
- Spiders (well, bugs of any sort, really)
- Dishonesty
- Arrogance
Strengths-
- Has his own unique way of obtaining things. It may or may not be considered stealing. He considers it long-term borrowing.
- His open and expressive personality make him very easy to get along with, and he can cooperate with large groups of people.
- He always knows how to make people feel better, which makes him a good morale booster.
- While not necessarily manipulative, he is very charming. It's hard to resist doing something when Oliver asks.
- He'll stick around through thick and thin. Even if someone walks all over him, he'll still try to help them when they're in need. Good, evil -- everyone needs a little pick me up sometime!
Weaknesses-
- He doesn't like silence. That's why he talks so much. To him, silence is like being dead.
- He aims to please people sometimes to his own detriment -- but only because he doesn't want people to be disappointed in him.
- Oliver can be a bit of a doormat at times. Someone can walk all over him and he'll sit there and take it time after time. He figures that they'll eventually see the error of their ways (though that rarely happens).
- The only thing that really seems to affect him emotionally are intolerant and dishonest people. Rudeness, he can deal with. Dishonesty and intolerance are cardinal sins.
- He can be very indecisive at times, even about small things (like what to wear in the morning). Thinking up difficult plans is definitely not his thing.
Skills-
- Is a trained pastry chef.
- Has quite a few connections with rather powerful people through the business of hotel management at the Ritz Carlton (though he rarely finds himself in contact with them unless in emergency situations, he still knows how to reach them).
- Napkin origami. Because making swans and cranes out of square cotton napkins truly is an art.
Flaws-
- Physical: Physically, Oliver is not a very strong guy. He doesn't particularly enjoy working out. He takes good care of himself, but he's definitely not going to bench press a 50 kg weight. He has no martial arts skills. His way of getting out of a threatening situation usually involves running in the opposite direction from said threat.
- Mental: Kleptomania. He gets a rush out of stealing things. Of course later he feels bad about it and winds up returning (some) of the merchandise, but it can be a bit of a hindrance.
- Social: Although he'd never openly admit it, he is constantly looking for the approval of other people, even after 38 years of being alive. He doesn't know why he needs someone else's approval to do things; it just makes him feel more confident when he know he has someone backing him.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Main ability:
Object Teleportation
Oliver has the ability to teleport objects elsewhere. There really isn't much to it. He can touch an object and make it vanish and reappear elsewhere. It comes in handy when stealing things.
Limits
He can only teleport inanimate objects.
He cannot teleport himself or other people.
He must be in physical contact with the object he wishes to teleport.
His ability has a limited distance. He can only teleport an object from one place to another within about an eight kilometer radius.
Objects may only be teleported to places where he's been. If he wants to try and teleport a football back to a sporting goods shop, he will have to have been in that sporting goods shop at some point in the past to make sure that it gets "delivered" to the right place -- otherwise the object may randomly manifest anywhere within said eight kilometer radius.
When "recalling" an object, the same limits apply. He must be in physical contact with the object and know where he received it from in order to "recall" it to the right place.
Secondary Power:
Object Manipulation
Essentially this ability enables Oliver to fashion a new object out of an already existing one. For example, he could take a metal bar, melt it down, and turn it into a gun. Or he could alter someone's appearance by changing the texture and the colour of the dyes on their clothing.
Limits
He can't alter anything larger than 22 kilograms. So, say, turning an Oldsmobile into a Ferrari? Not going to happen.
This ability also only works on inanimate objects. He cannot physically mould someone's appearance.
Like his primary ability, he needs to be in physical contact with the object throughout the rebuilding process in order to manipulate it and turn it into something else.
In order for him to manipulate the object, the object has to "melt down." At least that's what he calls it, because that's what it looks like. The larger the object, the more time it takes to reach that stage.
He can't generate new mass out of the melted object and turn it into something it isn't (i.e., turning a Matchbox car into a grenade launcher).
Appearance-
He has brown hair and bluish-green eyes that look dazzling when accented with a smudge of emerald-coloured eye shadow. As far as the hair on his head goes, he's not balding; his hair is just "differently abled" and happens to be receding. This is fine with him, because it gives him an excuse to wear wigs. Not that he needs one.
Oliver is a fan of nice, expensive, hand-tailored Armani suits, but he will gladly shed them for a polo shirt, a pair of shorts, and Crocs. The fancy dress is more or less just for appearance at the hotel he manages. He also has a fairly large collection of old Broadway and vaudeville costumes handed down to him by his parents and grandparents which he refuses to part with because he looks quite nice wearing make up and a feather headdress, thank you very much.
Most of his clothing and fashion sense he inherited from his family members who spent most of their lives in the performing business either as vaudeville acts, Broadway performers, or strippers (oh, the horror!)
Alignment- Good
Team Affiliation- Heroes
Birthplace- (where was your character born?) Joplin, Missouri
Mother- (Mother's name and any important information) Yulia Samsson-Wilder, mother, 61, still living. As Oliver later found out, his mother had the power of charisma. This made it fairly easy for her to woo audiences of several thousand during her performance days on Broadway.
Father- (Father's name and any important information) Harold Jacob Wilder, father, 66, still living. Also a Broadway performer, but with the power of vocal impersonation. Not a very useful power, but he used it to nail singing roles which he auditioned for.
Siblings- (Siblings' name and any important information) Zero Mostel Wilder, brother, 30, still living. Has a job as a computer IT technician at a call center, and works as an over-sized chippendale dancer specialising in Dungeons and Dragons attire in Las Vegas during his off hours. Hey, he makes good money doing what he does. Some people like that sort of nerdy thing. Oliver doesn't know if he has any powers.
Madeline Kahn Wilder, sister, 33, still living. Works as a research librarian by day at UNLV and as a low-paid stand up comedian at night in various hotels on the Strip. Enjoys playing beer pong and generally being the life of the party.
History-
Like his other two siblings, Oliver was born while his parents were traveling across the country doing road tours of Broadway shows. He was born in Joplin, Missouri during the second act of Stephen Sondheim's Follies. His parents never really gave much thought as to what they were going to name him prior to when he was born, so when asked what to put down on his birth certificate after about five minutes of planning, they decided on Oliver (the name of their favourite play) as his first name and Gene as his middle name. That way when his name was put together completely, not only was he named after their favourite show, but their favourite actor as well.
His siblings were also born during their frequent travels across the U.S. with several different Broadway companies. Going by their given names alone, it was pretty easy to tell that his parents were lifelong Mel Brooks fans, as some part of each of their names belonged to actors who'd been in such great films as The Producers and Blazing Saddles. At least he wound up with the most normal-sounding name of the triad.
Most of what Oliver learned, he picked up from the actors on their buses, or from the hired professional tutors who came traveling with them specifically to school the younger members of the casts. He'd always had a love for the performance arts and seemed to have a distinct flair for the dramatic, even as a child.
Aside from traveling around a lot (by the time he was ten, he must have been to all 48 of the contiguous United States), his childhood was pretty normal. He always had to be the center of attention, coming from a theatrical family. So to feed his need for attention, his grandmother (now deceased) -- who was a seasoned vaudeville performer back in the day -- would show him how to dance. She always thought that he was the reincarnation of Fred Astaire. when she died, he inherited most of her old costumes. Of course, much to his chagrin, none of them fit him -- but their nostalgia value was just as valuable.
His powers didn't manifest until sometime in his teen years when he'd gotten into the unfortunate habit of stealing things. He couldn't help it; some of the clothes he wanted to wear were so out of his price range. They weren't getting bought anyways. He found that he could make items vanish and reappear in another location, which was a tool that came to be quite useful after the first time he got caught shoplifting. He didn't know why he did it; he just couldn't help it. Stealing things was a thrill, but "long-term borrowing" sounded so much nicer.
He went to college in New York and wound up majoring in Hotel and Hospitality Management, and landed himself a job working as a bellhop in the Ritz-Carlton Westchester in White Plains, New York. Obviously, the pay when he started out had been horrible when he was in college and working for minimum wage, but he couldn't complain. He was getting good connections in the business and not only that -- people left lots of expensive jewelry in their rooms and didn't seem to notice when it went "missing." Sure, some of it was reported, but it was usually someone else who took the blame, which actually made him feel pretty damn guilty.
It took him a few years, but he eventually worked his way up to taking over the position as General Manager. In his spare time off the job, he enjoys having a good time amongst friends.
Anything else?- (any other important information we should know?)
Sample RP-
Nearly as soon as she was back out in the common area, there came a rapid rapping at the door. "It's me! I come bearing gifts."
Careful not to trip on the hardwood floors with the wet soles of her feet, Adele walked over to the table at which she'd recently been sitting and tore off the page upon which she'd written her note to Kiros, then folded it up. Passing Ryan on the couch, she opened the door and escorted Oliver into the living area.
"My, you clean up nicely," his lips parted in an expansive grin as he looked at Ryan. Adele cleared her throat, ready to get down to business. "Oh, and you do too. How could I forget about you, my pretty? Anyways," he propped Adele's black laptop bag up against the leg of one of the chairs adjacent to the table in the middle of the living room, then set down several bags in its center, "these were all a total steal. I had to guess your size since you wouldn't tell me, Oliver batted his eyelashes at Ryan and wagged an admonishing finger at him, "but I figured t-shirt, jeans -- eh, Urban Outfitters works. Oh, and Aeropostale. Classic, but casual, and the stuff lasts a lifetime." He walked over to Ryan and passed him two large, heavy paper bags. "There might be some shoes in there, too. Every outfit has to have shoes, you know what I mean? Otherwise they don't look right. I hope I didn't go too overboard for you -- I tried to keep it simple like 'Keep It Simple, Stupid.' anyways, I figured Vans or Converse for you.
Now for you," he turned to Adele, "only the best for my good friends. There's some Gucci, some Sigrid Olsen, maybe some Burberry stuff, but that stuff always looks so old-ladyish to me, but sometimes they have really nice outfits, so it's kind of hit-or-miss -- oh, and Banana Republic. But not the crappy stuff that they usually have on clearance. God, I wouldn't even let my dog wear that. Did you know that they make little sweaters and things for dogs? Oh, I just think Reynaldo would look dashing in one of those cute little things. He's my pug. Well, our pug, but my partner refuses to take him for walks or feed him, so technically he's my pug since I'm the one who feeds him and makes sure to walk his fat ass. Oh, whoops! Sorry. Got side-tracked!"
He motioned at the other two bags on the table. "As far as shoes go for you, do you have any idea how hard it is to find good shoes for your tiny little feet? Seriously. Get foot implants. But I found some anyways. I think there's a pair of lace up stiletto heels in there somewhere and a few other pairs that are, eh, a bit more practical. you know me -- I can't pass up stilettos. I think they're just lovely. How I can walk around in them is beyond me. You know, the other night, I went to this one drag competition--I won, by the way--and I was wearing these green glittery pumps with that chiffon dress I got a few months ago, and I swear to God I could have stomped a mud hole in someone's chest with the platforms on those things! But enough about me."
Adele could feel her heart racing from his excitement. How could people live in a constant state of excitement like that all the time?
"I need you to do me a favour."
"Another one? You realise I'm going to have to start charging, right?" Oliver grinned at her. "But I promise I won't charge you a thing if he asks me," he added, stealing a glance over his shoulder at Ryan.
"No, this is a simple favour. I need this paper delivered to the Diamond Cover -- preferably to Kiros or Jaina directly. Don't give it to Ceasar; he's a bit of a flake, bless his heart." She handed him the folded up piece of paper.
"Very nice. I can deliver it right now, if you like."
"The sooner, the better."
Oliver paused and crossed his arms, tapping his index finger against his bottom lip. "So do you know any guys who look like him but are more around my age? I'd hate to feel like I'm robbing the cradle. That's so last century."
"I might if you deliver that letter on time. and I'm the only cradle robber here. I swear, I get all of the high school jocks in my clinic suffering from painful head, neck, and spinal injuries offering to do rather improper things to me. I blame it on the medication I put them on. Sometimes it induces hallucinations."
He looked at the folded up piece of paper. It was tempting to open it up to see what it read. If it was anything close to what he was imagining, he probably would have died. "Well, I'll see what I can do. You two," he called as he walked down the marble foyer, "enjoy your night! And tell me how you like those boots. I think they'll look fantastic."
