Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Aug 31, 2010 11:53:28 GMT -7
OLIVER LEE WINCHESTER
"I wonder what it's like to be a super hero
I wonder where I'd go if I could fly around downtown "
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Oliver Lee Winchester
Nickname(s): Oli, Olive (though he hates it)
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen
Birthdate: March 29, 1996
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Orville Wright
Played By: Freddie Highmore
Grade: Freshman
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Build: Average, though a bit on the skinny side.
Scars: He's got a scar on the left side of his head from falling out of a tree and having to get stitches, and several scars on his hands and arms from various things he's gotten into over the years.
Piercings/Tattoos: None of either
Personal Style:
Oliver does not put his clothes at utmost importance in life, but it is important to him to look nice. Despite the fact that he loves to explore messy things, he cannot stand actually feeling messy himself. His clothing is usually stain free, and he will insist upon not wearing something if it has a stain. He also wants his clothing to fit right - He doesn't really understand the fad of wearing pants that hang down to show your boxers like so many other kids his age. That said, though, his clothing style is casual enough - sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans are typically fine for him, as long as he looks reasonably well put together.
He's a bit odd in that he doesn't mind suit and tie affairs, unlike many young men his age. In fact, he feels more comfortable in these clothes, as they are more akin to what he wore in his past life, but he also has enough sense to realize that he would draw unneeded attention to himself if he walked around dressed up all the time - something he doesn't particularly want.
Appearance:
Oliver has medium brown hair that is worn short and close to his head. If it were to grow out, it would most likely be straight, although Oliver is perfectly fine with his hair short, thankyouverymuch. He's not too fussy about his hair, really. It's hair. His brown eyes match his hair, although they have a certain intensity to them, especially when he's working on one of his 'projects'.
He puts more effort into his clothing than most fourteen year old males, something that he hates to be teased about by his sister but it happens nonetheless. He has to look neat and well put together, and he has a closet love of suits that, once again, his sister loves teasing him about. It's a good thing he loves the girl, or else there would probably be a bit of trouble there.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: books, machinery, practical jokes, his sister, family, chocolate, computers, math, science, and sports
Dislikes: feeling inadequate, public speaking, wasps, sitting still, writing, anyone messing with his sister, blood, cats, not having answers, rap music
Dreams: To become recognized for something great in this lifetime, and to meet Wilbur again.
Fears: Fading into obscurity, losing anyone in his family, and public speaking
Habits/Hobbies: Building things, running track, nibbling on the ends of pencils, and playing pranks
Secret(s): He doesn't like to fly when someone else is at the controls. Go figure. XD
Personality:
INQUISITIVE - Oliver has always been the type of kid to ask a million questions. Whether it's asking why the sky is blue or how daddy's laptop worked, Oliver has been full of questions ever since he could talk. Some of these questions could be answered by his parents and older sister, while others he had to find the answer for himself. He would usually do this by either settling down with a nice book, or, in the case of his mechanical curiosities (which were always high, even when he could barely walk), taking things apart to see how they worked. Eventually, as he grew older, he learned how to put them back together again too.
SHY - Oliver is really uncomfortable around strangers. It's rather odd, as he craves attention yet at the same time tries to slink back into safety when he actually receives it. He doesn't like the idea that people might be saying something bad about him behind his back. He really hates public speaking because he's always afraid he'll either trip over his words, completely blank out entirely, or simply that people will be talking about him and what he is doing wrong the entire time.
JOKESTER - Oliver's an entirely different person around those he knows well. He has a great sense of humor, though sometimes he can go a bit too far (such as the time when he planted a few earwigs on his older sister's bed and she nearly had a panic attack as a result). Typically, though, his jokes are all in good fun, and he'll usually listen if you tell him he's gone a bit too far.
LOYAL - Oliver loves his friends and family, and would do anything for them. He is, oddly enough, extremely overprotective of his older sister, even though she is actually three years older than him and it should be the other way around.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Judith Winchester, 47, Nurse
Father: Edward Winchester, 49, Office manager
Siblings: Cindy Winchester, 17
Other: None
Pets: None
Hometown: Kansas City, Kansas
History:
Oliver Lee Winchester was born to Judy and Ed Winchester on March 29, 1996. He was their second child and only son, also to be their youngest. Oliver's older sister, Cindy, was just shy of three years old at this time.
Little Oliver proved to be a handful very early on. As soon as he could walk, he was into whatever he could get his hands on. By age three, he was acting questions that Judy and Ed found bizarre. Where were his brothers, he would ask, and his younger sister? Seeing as Oliver only had Cindy, this questions seemed to come out of nowhere, but Judy and Ed took it in stride. Once Oliver realized that he wasn't getting the responses that he wanted, he stopped asking anyway.
That didn't mean that the odd instances went away, however. They just took on a different pattern. It became clear very early on that Oliver had a knack for fixing and building things. It wasn't until a trip to the airport with the children that the Winchester parents realized just how different their son was.
As it was, their trip already started off on the wrong foot. They were going to pick up Grandma Susie from the airport, and as soon as Cindy caught sight of an airplane she started bawling her eyes out. In their rush to discover what set Cindy off, Oliver managed to scamper away, wide-eyed at the sights in the airport. He was long gone before Judy and Ed noted that he was missing, and thus it was several minutes before they finally located a happy Oliver sitting at a high-top table at one of the airport restaurants sipping on a slurpee and talking animatedly with a pilot.
The couple quickly apologized for what they assumed was Oliver bothering the pilot. The pilot responded in surprise, asking who in the family was a pilot. When the confused parents responded that there was no pilot in the family, the befuddled pilot went on to explain that he actually approached an amazed looking Oliver as he peered out the window, and took it upon himself to explain a bit about planes to the excited looking youngster. The little boy continued to glance out the window until the pilot made a mistake in what he was saying, to which Oliver quickly turned to the pilot and corrected. From there, a lively discussion began about aircraft, culminating in Judy and Ed discovering them at the restaurant. When Judy and Ed asked Oliver where he'd gotten the information, the only response he gave was a shrug.
A week or so later, Grandma Susie was watching Oliver and Cindy. As Cindy played happily in her room, Grandma Susie quickly realized that Oliver was not in front of the TV watching Sesame Street where she'd left him before checking on Cindy. Susie quickly found Oliver in the kitchen, the microwave in pieces.
"Oliver, honey, what are you doing with that microwave."
Silence.
"Oliver? Did you hear me?"
"My name is Orville." The boy responded, curiously adept with the tools that he used to take the microwave apart.
"Fine then. Orville, why are you taking apart the microwave?" The sixty-something woman asked, apparently playing along.
"Because my old family didn't have one."
Somehow this conversation was never passed on to the Winchester parents, and though there were other odd instances (including Oliver repeatedly writing his name as Orville in kindergarten), Oliver's behavior gradually seemed to taper off. The only instance that caused alarm for Judy and Ed from there was the day that Oliver came home from 2nd grade and asked his mother with a straight face if he was adopted. The tears that came from his mother provided all the answer the little boy needed, along with an answer to another unknown question - He needed to keep this on the down low.
At this point, Oliver was old enough himself to realize that most kids weren't like him. He was also old enough to realize that he wanted answers, but had no clue where to look. He tried to pass off the thoughts in his head, the thoughts that felt like memories, as daydreams, but he knew better. He always knew better. It was just easier to pretend when he didn't have any answers.
It wasn't for lack of trying. He and his sister made treks up to the library. Cindy would stare at him wide eyed as he'd describe one of the flying machines from his "daydreams". The problem was that, at age eleven, Oliver could no longer pass these off as daydreams. They were something else, but he couldn't put his fingers to what. The kid could practically work miracles with machines, but this was beyond him.
Until that fateful project in 6th grade science, that is. The class divided into groups of three, with each group having to give a report on an inventor or inventors of the teacher's choosing. When Oliver's group was assigned to the Wright brothers, Oliver found that he did not need to look up the information to find out what they invented. "Flying machines...airplanes." Oliver muttered to himself in his seat, quickly discovering that his "guess" was, in fact, correct.
The trip to the library uncovered even more. He found a seat at a table with his partners, Justin and Amber, and though Oliver could be shy around people he didn't know that well, it didn't take long for Justin and Amber to realize that Oliver was, in fact, being even more quiet than usual, and that he also seemed rather preoccupied.
"Yo, are you going to help us with this assignment at all?"
"What?"
"We're trying to research the Wright brothers, and you're just sitting there staring off into space. We're supposed to be finding the date that the Wright brothers made the first flight..."
"December 17, 1903."
"What?"
"December 17, 1903."
There was a pause after that, followed by a small "Justin, he's right."
"How the hell did you know that? You didn't even crank open a book!"
Oliver managed a weak smile. "I just guessed."
Oliver's "guesses" soon became something of a game with the trio. Amber and Justin would fire questions at him, Oliver responding with ease. Now, this might not have seemed so big of a deal if it weren't for the fact that every single one of Oliver's guesses turned out to be correct. No matter what Justin and Amber threw at him, Oliver could answer it, despite never having cracked open a book about the Wright brothers in his life. He decided to take a library book (with what he deemed to be a picture of "the 1901 glider" to a bemused librarian) home with him to do a bit of his own research, away from the examining eyes of his two classmates. He certainly couldn't have been the only one to note how odd it was that he knew all of the answers, after all.
When he did open the book once reaching his room at home, his eyes quickly shifted from the words to the pictures. He knew the objects in the pictures, the people, the machines. Oh, he knew the machines intimately. He could recall doing the work on them with his own two hands. He knew the source of his daydreams...no, his memories. He had a name for that, but what about the phenomenon itself?
He slipped into the garage and approached his father. "Dad?"
"Yes Oliver?"
"I have a question. Have you ever heard of people living, dying, and then living again?"
"You mean reincarnation?"
As Oliver's father was looking away, he failed to see his son's eyes widen slightly at this word. "Maybe."
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing. Just a project for school." A quick google search provided Oliver with the answers that he needed. There was an explanation for what he was going through. He was reincarnated. That was why he could remember two families, two different names, two lives. That was why he'd been so confused growing up.
Oliver had finally solved the great mystery that had plagued him since he was a small child, and was free to concentrate on other things, such as adjusting more to life in this century. Nevertheless, he still felt a bit empty - He missed his old family, that he'd been so close to in his past life.
The Winchester family moved to Riverdale, North Carolina when Oliver was twelve and Cindy fifteen. Their father had received a promotion that required him to work at a different office. Cindy attended Riverdale High first, followed by Oliver. He was quickly approached at the start of his freshman year, and was given an 'interview' which led to his acceptance into the RSOR. Finally, proof that he was not crazy - that there were, in fact, others like him who weren't really who they were.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Mandee
Other Characters: None yet
Age: Twenty-one
Time Zone: Eastern
Post Sample:
Lily was a bit frantic as she dug through her trunk. Where the bloody hell was her diary? She was most concerned about the diary from this year, but she did not want anyone to read any of her diaries for that matter. However, her concentration was instantly broken when she heard a thud and felt a small, wet nose behind her ear. She reached up to touch her ear at once, and watched as the very familiar calico cat hopped from her trunk onto her bed.
She could recall very well the day that she'd met Artemis (or, at least, that was the name she'd given him). Lily felt a bit regretful for name she gave, that of a goddess when she discovered that the cat was male, but for some reason she still felt that it fit. Besides, the cat still responded to it, so that had to mean something, didn't it? "Artemis," Lily muttered under her breath with a smile. It was odd that she felt such a fond feeling for a cat, especially so soon after meeting him. However, he was the only person creature that she could talk with about her duties as Sailor V. Well, not so much talk on his part. He had to write out his answers with his paw, which she found rather ingenious of him. It was clear to her that he was not a normal cat, though her mind did not leap to animagi or any other creature expect perhaps a kneazle, but even kneazles weren't quite that intelligent. They were good judges of character, just as Artemis seemed to be, but could they write? No, only Lily's cat could.
It didn't even feel right to call Artemis her cat. Any cat "owner" could testify that no one really owns a cat. It was more of a cohabitant relationship, but even then, Lily's relationship with Artemis was different from that of a normal cat. As silly as it sounded, she considered Artemis to be a friend. Try telling that to her friends or family and she'd be regarded as nuts, however.
"Hello Artemis. Have they been feeding you well in the kitchens?" Lily dug through her pocket to retrieve a piece of roasted salmon. She knew that he preferred raw, but it was hard coming across raw fish in the Great Hall. She supposed she could stop by the kitchens at some point and ask the house elves if they had any raw fish handy...it wouldn't even look that suspicious, plenty of students at Hogwarts had cats. Lily placed the piece of salmon before Artemis with a small smile. "Sorry it's not raw." She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a container of ink, placing it in front of Artemis as well. She removed the lid, knowing that Artemis could not very well open up a container without opposable thumbs. Once upon a time, when she first met Artemis, she might have been blissfully oblivious to all of this, but she knew better now. Plus, the better she treated Artemis, the more answers she'd get.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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