Post by OLIVER DALTON on Nov 26, 2012 0:48:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]BOO FULL NAME: Oliver Remi Dalton ALIAS: Oli DATE OF BIRTH: 17 - 09 - 1994 AGE: 18 OCCUPATION: Aspiring Musician SEXUALITY: Straight PLAY BY: Mat Musto Tourist [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me [style=font-family: wire one; font-size: 45px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px;]TEN RANDOM FACTS • Oliver is an aspiring singer. He's been working towards his dream job since he was five and plays the guitar, piano and drums. In pursuit of his dream, he is saving to move to Los Angeles. • He is a closeted geek. He plays World of Warcraft and can build your computer from scratch like it's nobody's business. • Oli, as he tends to go by, is a really nice, likable guy, like the town teddy bear. He likes to cuddle but doesn't know a thing about being in a relationship since he's never been in one. • The above being said, he is not a virgin but in order to get a woman into bed, they need to be bold and practically drag him to bed because Oliver will never drag a woman to bed or even request sexual favors. • If you need live entertainment, Oliver would be happy to get on stage for you. • Oliver is afraid of spiders and doesn't like driving cars either. He'll scream like a girl when he encounters a spider and run as far away from it as he can. He's shameless so he's probably got a designated spider killer contact in his phone and it's probably a girl. When he's driving, he needs complete silence to concentrate on the road. This is a result of his father getting into a bad accident when Oliver was young which put the man in a wheelchair for nearly a decade. • Dr. Pepper is Oliver's drug. He could live off of it. Somewhere along the way, Oliver picked up a smoking habit and he drinks recreationally. He has not, however, done anything stronger than tobacco. • Oliver hates carrots. Sorry bro but they taste like shit and the fact that there is a rabbit on the front just proves they are rabbit food. He likes his steaks and his meats! • He eats pizza more than should be humanly possible. • Oliver usually functions between the hours of noon and 6AM. If you call him anytime between then...just don't bother. A LITTLE TASTE OF OLI "No, no, no. Shoot at the big green thing. The one with the giant orange circle over his head." Oli told the short raven haired girl that he'd moved to California with. "I don't see an orange circle." she replied and suddenly, the boy went from animatedly pressing buttons, shifting in his seat and clicking all over his screen to just stare at her for a brief minute. Then he leaned over to her side of the table and made a face. "Well no shit. Your Tumblr is up." He said, putting his hand over hers and guiding the mouse to her task bar and pulling World of Warcraft back up. "There. Big orange circle." He said, pointing at the monster on the screen. "Now this dead one, right here...this is me...dead." He said, disapproval in his voice and the look her gave her being equally disapproving. Siouxise, his raven haired companion, pouted at him. For all the good it did her, Oliver just pouted back. It became some what of a staring contest which Oliver quickly got bored of and turned his attention back to the screen. The win wasn't really worth the effort. Taking his seat back at the table, he got ready for battle again. "Ok. Rez me." "How?" she asked and again, received "the look". "Just kidding!" She chanted in a singsong voice before clicking the appropriate buttons which made her avatar start glowing and suddenly his health bar was half full. "I'M ALIVE!" Oliver exclaimed in a very Frankenstien-ish manner to which his friend giggled and shook her head. "You, my dear, are a disgrace to tanking." She claimed, "Oh my God douche! Get some fucking aggro yes?" She said, throwing out heals like the pro she secretly was. Yea, Siouxise pretended not to be able to play the game and it was very possible she actually didn't like it but she was with out a doubt the best discipline priest he knew. He words made him lean over and plant a big kiss on her temple. "I love it when you speak nerdy." Oli teased. She just put one of her tiny, fragile hands in his face and pushed him away. "You. Tank." She insisted. And the pair continued to play. At least till the doorbell rang. "Pizza's here." He said, clicking away, obviously having no intention of getting up. "Always on the boss fights." Siouxise said, sharing his intent to leave the person on the doorstep. When the bell rang again, more impatiently this time. "JUST A MINUTE! Oliver called. "BRO! SERIOUSLY! UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE MY HAIRY BALLS, LET ME GET SOME PANTS ON!" He shouted before devoting his attention entirely to the game. Three minutes later, the group had completed the raid and the items were being dispersed. With another ring of the doorbell, Oliver got up, grabbing his wallet from the counter and heading to the door. "Let me know what they got." He said, yawning and stretching. Hooray for California. Only place in the world, besides New York City, that delivered pizza at four am! Pulling open the door, he furrowed his brow in confusion and looked around. "Well you're not the pizza man." He said, looking his guest over and poking his head out in search of the elusive 'pizza man'. "I mean, you're not even a man but..yea, you don't look like you are delivering my pizza? Are you?" He asked, royally confused by the whole ordeal. [/style][/style] |
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