Post by oliver on Dec 19, 2011 20:19:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #EEEEEE, border: #59b1ba 5px solid; width: 400px; height: 500px;] hey there. the name's oliver piers devereux! i go by ollie/oli or just oliver if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty two & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm straight? & that I'm from bristol, england? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, yale is calling. see ya'! bee tee dubs, i'm a student. history, "i'd like to introduce myself as oliver devereux. call me oli, but i prefer oliver. i'm proud of my name. my grandfather, my great grandfather, and even my great, great grandfather have been named oliver. without any of them, i wouldn't be apart of the exquisite family i am today. speaking of, i don't like to brag, but the devereux's are more than just wealthy. they're extremely wealthy. but enough about how rich of a line i came from, let's start with where i'm from, which is bristol, in south england. i was born and raised there and no matter how many times my mother tells me that connecticut is my home now, the uk will always be my love. i'm in love with england. the cities, the atmosphere, the people- it's an amazing country, and this new haven place doesn't even compare. my father was a stockbroker, and the rest of the men in my family were as all. i plan to be one as well, but i'd like to live for a while. i want to be able to say i experienced everything in college that i wanted to. my mother doesn't really do anything but throw parties and get surgeries to make herself look twenty years old. she wasn't always like that, though. when she and my dad first met, she was an average girl. she had an average life and average personality. she was a beautiful girl, as my father always told me, but my father's wealth got to her eventually. funny, because my father was the most generous person i've ever met in my life. it's a shame he's gone. my dad was big in philanthropy, and donated thousands almost every months. my mother isn't nearly that giving, although it's not even her money. i'm an only child. my mother miscarried twice before i finally came along, and again after i was born. it's a very sore topic for my family, especially my mother. it meant more presents on christmas, and a bigger allowance, and more attention to me, but it also meant that i had no one to play ball with or talk to about girls or how much of a nuisance our parents could be. for me, no amount of gifts or money could fix that. my father had skin cancer, and by the time he reached forty-seven, he passed away. it hit us hard, especially me. he died two years ago, when i was twenty years old. he never got to see me graduate, get engaged, get married, take over the family's firm, or meet his future grandchildren. for the first year and a half, i was mourning. my mother, though? she seemed heartless, insensitive about the whole topic. i look at her and think what a monster she is for not giving a shit about her husband of twenty-five years. i attended the university of oxford while i was living in england. after my junior year at oxford, my mother decided that we'd move, and to the states. it was my worst terror. i heard that the united states was a disgusting place, and while i knew every country had it's bad parts, i was afraid that my life there would be miserable. england had no faults, no bad points. it's perfect. i transferred to yale university, what americans call an ivy league. i'm finishing this last year in new haven, connecticut before i move back to england, where i willtake over my father's duties as a stockbroker." personality, "for some reason, people look at me and think asshole, like just because my family is well, rich, we're a bunch of dicks. if any of us are prats, it's my mom. but i've already made that clear, right? right. i'm actually, generally, a pretty nice guy. i'm friendly, i'm kind, i'm handsome- i was raised in england and men from the united kingdom can be your best prince charmings. let's start with the fact that i really am a friendly person. i enjoy meeting new people. it's a hobby of mine. i'll go out with the intention of doing something, but come home with a couple of new friends and what i had gone out to do in the first place. i'm easy to talk to. i don't consider myself an awkward person, which makes me a people-person. i enjoy the company of others, and usually, they enjoy the company of me. i'm not a very judgmental person, either, so i think that's another quality that makes me so good with my mates. i'm a very accepting person. now pretend everything above is a lie, which it isn't, but still, let's play a game. what if i told you that i wasn't nice, and that i was a cruel and horrid person? the truth of the matter is that i can be a very terrible person. not to just anyone, though, and certainly not to anyone that would make me look like a wanker. people that get on my side, or i get on their bad side, are usually the type that i'm hostile with. it doesn't make me a bad person- it makes m a normal person. everyone reacts to people who they don't like, because it's nature. typically that reaction is to be hard on them, insult them when you get the chance, and to just be your run of the mill arse to. sometimes that part of me can turn people off to me, too. they see me acting like a shit, and they think that's who i am all the time. it's not, but first impressions can certainly do a number on who befriends you and who doesn't. now we come to our next order of business. i can be a bit of a wild child. i blame it on america, in fact. i'm not anything near the man i was in oxford and bristol to the man i am today. five months in the states is enough time to change a person, believe it or not. someone who's lived in the us would have a hard time thinking that, but it's true. then again, maybe it just depends on who the person is. for me, it changed who i am. i've become a bit of a manwhore, if you will. i've had a couple of girlfriends back in england, but none were as.... as sexual as my relationships are here in connecticut. and i haven't even had a girlfriend in the the us during the duration that i've been here! i drink, i go out, i skip class the next day because of what a bleeding headache i have. it's a good feeling, though, and in a couple ways, better than england's. a couple. the place is still magical compared to this dump. i've also been told i'm a bad ass, and i don't really know what people mean by that. then again, look at me- i'm a fucking superhero in disguise." appearance, "i've been told i'm a bit of a dish. i can't disagree with them, though. i'm not at all a narcissistic person, but i have to admit that i've put effort into making myself look presentable in front of the ladies. i'm one point eight meters tall, or five feet and eleven inches. i work on my muscles and my weight, so i don't know how much i weigh. lets assume that it's a considerably good one, though, considering how bloody hard i try to keep up with my body. just like everyone, i have my own taste in clothing. i wouldn't possibly know how to explain that, though." the roleplayer, hi i'm hannah i'm eighteen and a senior in high school. i've made like, twenty of these (jk just three) and i don't feel like making another one. fuck yeah for being lazy. |
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