Child/Student

Oliver has light brown hair, usually cut pretty neatly, but if it gets too long it becomes shaggy. Sometimes that acually looks better on him but he doesn't like it long.

A brown color, somewhere between chocolate brown and dark brown.

Oliver's a neat kid. Becuase of this, he can't stand things such as untied shoes, too-loose clothing, ect. He normally wears a shirt like a polo, and a pair of not-too-worn jeans. He always wears glasses unless playing soccer.

Science Fiction, Reading, Fantasy, The computer, Sudoku, Getting good grades, Classic novels, Some current music (Shh!), Video games, Reptiles, Getting noticed, Soccer.

Rap, Loud noises, Rodents, Slackers, Messiness, Gym, Writing, English class, Kids who don't care about the future, Steryrotypes.

Olvier, thought he doesn't like steryotypes, is your typical Geek. He even has glasses. He hates when things are out of order. He gets teased sometimes, but he's used to it by now. He's usually very quiet, unless someone insults something or someone he likes or says sometime that's wrong. Then he'll confuse you by shouting long words are you, sometimes in French. He learned French one summer when he was very bored and had nothing else to do. Oliver get A's in all his classes, and almost breaks down when he doesn't. He's used to not being very social. He's also terrified of all rodents, while he loves reptiles. Weird.

Oliver is somewhere in the middle of his family. His siblings, older and younger, are quite extrodinary, and Oliver's always been just Oliver, so he rarley takes the spotlight. He's used to staying inside most days and working on his computer or just reading. Most of his childhood's been totally normal, except he doesn't know current celebraties.

A lizard named Oscar and a tree frog named Marcus

Oliver's more of a loner, but if he cna find a friend, he'll stay loyal through and through. He's on the stright-and-narrow path and is appaled at things like slacking, failing, Ect.

Oliver scrambled across his room, and finally turned off the loudly beeing alarm clock. Diving across his bed, he grabbed two very thick books and crammed them in his bag. He did a quick double check. Homework, pencils, textbooks, all set. He gave himself a once-over in the mirror, rana comb through his hair once, then jetted from his room. He flew down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He hastily grabbed a pop-tart from on the counter, and had to use his teeth to open the package. Finally getting it open, he stuffed the wrapper in the trash, and left a note for his mother, informing her he was late and would be walking to school today. Holding the half-eaten poptart, he jammed his feet in his Nikes. He yanked open the door and slammed it unintentionally behind him. He couldn't be late. Not today. He couldn't jeapordize his perfect attendance record.

Nowhere.