Maykxor

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Oliver's bedroom was still dark with a warm body still residing under the all-too-cozy comforter. It was nearing closer towards the later half of the day and Oliver had hardly made any effort to get out of bed. "But later was better than not at all" he always reasoned with himself to make himself feel better for the shameless act. It didn't take long for the subtle sounds of the others in the main hall to die down and Oliver had a hard time figuring out if he had simply dreamed that everyone had already woken or if they really were already up and about. Unable to avoid the inevitable any longer, Oliver tumbled out of bed leaving a sad mess of wrinkled blankets behind him just begging for him to return. "Vile contraption." He thought to himself glaring at his, now, Nemesis as he dressed straight into his 'work' clothes. It was a snug fit and the black pseudo-leather cloth made a slim mold around his already lithe body. Opening the door to the hallway, Oliver stuck only his head out at first looking left and right but not catching sight of anyone bustling about. The compound was eerily cold considering how high Firefly insisted the thermostat sit at. Even through his suit, Oliver had a feeling that something was up and the answer to all that something would be where the rest of the gang had fled off to.

Using the GPS locators built into their communicators, Oliver managed to find out more or less where the rest of the group was, their signals dotting around on a small block radius. Using his skills to sneak on a public transport bus, invisibility-ing his way past the bus fare, an act which often brought scorn from Orren. All the way there, something was just so.. off. Something out of place. Something so obviously wrong that shouldn't be present. Oliver hopped off a mere block away from the group, blockades impeding the buses' progress, his boots making a crunch in the snowy ground beneath him. Wait, snowy? It was nearly summer! What was snow doing here? At least that explains the helpless heating in the compound. From the sounds of activity and effort in the street down the road, it seemed that they had already started the party without him.... Again... Though, that was more common than not. After all, it wasn't like they did a role-call at the beginning of every fight or anything and even if they did, it would be hard to miss what you could never see. Oliver concentrated for a moment getting into the mindset of kicking ass. But alas it was far too late. Usually by the time the boys in blue had shown up and started taking names, it was a sign that the big stuff was already over.

Oliver took a quick look around and kicked his studded boot across the ground disrupting a patch of the white flakes. Again something seemed to be strangely off.. His suspicions were quickly overlooked when he saw Orren crippled by a hit. Again Oliver cursed himself for not having been there sooner. By the looks of it, he could have been some use in the struggle. Wrinkling his nose and exhaling a deep sigh, Oliver looked around trying to replay the scene in his mind like a movie. A frost based villain, terrorizing a random street and in turn drawing attention to himself from the entire gang? Oliver could only come to one of two conclusions. Either this new threat was merely a diversion for something more sinister going on elsewhere that they didn't know about, OR, he was looking for something very specific in particular. There had to be something. GAH! And what was with all the snow! You could freeze a nipple standing out her for too long. It was rather distracting and made it hard to think. How could someone pull this off on the whole city? All the while, Oliver had been pacing back and forth trying to connect the dots when he noticed pair trails leaving dents in the 'snow'. At first he thought nothing of it but then he did another look around. Orren, Collin, Simon, Fallout... For crying out loud. For once he wished they really did do a role-call sometimes, a subtle look of horror over compassing his face. It was all he could do to flail his arms about frantically to grab the others attention, jumping up and down and pointing to the twin drag lines. Dylan and Firefly were missing.

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Alright! ketchup time. Creepy clown, creepily plucky fire girl, creepy vault 101 dude, Creepy alien, creepy cyborg robot, creepy hemophiliac, and a creepy sherlock holmes all chasing a creepy Mr. Freeze? About sums it up? Good.

Oh btw, added a bit to my Equipment explaining that Olivers' clothes can absorb his invisibility matter to become invisible too. Fairly trivial but in hindsight I figure it'd be a little strange to have floating clothes inhabited by a non-existent form.

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Name: Oliver Gizike
Alias: Perdu
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Personality: Oliver doesn't really express much in terms of his personality. But from face value, it's easy to glean that he's a very shy and introverted individual. In fact, he's so much so, that some fail to recognize his very presence. He keeps a very cool head planning every move he makes to completion in his head and if he doesn't like the results, will scrap the whole blueprint making him somewhat a perfectionist. Aside from that, he's also a mute, or at least he never speaks giving everyone who interacts with him the impression of being so.

Powers:
Invisibility - the skin cells of Olivers body produced and could fill themselves with a transparent chemical which in turn caused his body and all the squishy organs within to give off a seethrough effect.
Stealth Mastaahhh- Because of his invisible capabilities, Oliver quickly learned to move silently. Not much else to it really. With the right clothes, physical conditioning, and practice, anyone could learn to be invisible to the ears, Oliver just took it one step further.
Combat-wise, Oliver knows some basic hand to hand Martial Arts which he constantly aims to improve.

Equipment: Any physical equipment other than the clothes on his back tends to only slow him down. However, the clothes on his back have to be specially modified to absorb the transparency chemical from his epidermis to take on the trait as well. His street clothes on the other hand, not so much.

Appearance: Matching his quiet personality, his physique doesn't stray very far. Only a mere 5'4'', Oliver is short and thin not weighing more than 130 pounds. His hair is a grungy shade of brown but kept perfectly straight and neat. Further down, his eyes are a similar brown.
(I tooooootally didn't use The Sims to make this :I )



History: Oliver was believably enough, the child left out of the family. The middle of 3. The one with the peanut allergy in the midst of peanut lovers. Not the first or the last. Just the kid kinda thrown in there somewhere in the mix. In fact, there were times when he thought his parents didn't even know he existed in the first place. Which was more or less just fine with him. It wasn't until one of the guild members noticed him flickering in and out of transparency while walking down the street one day that Oliver even realized he had an actual gift! Eager to join up, and harness this newly found skill, it wasn't long before he became a superhero along side the rest of them. Regardless of his becoming a hero or not, Oliver always did have a fascination for the life they led. Keeping the peace and defending the defenseless. In an alternate reality, he would even go so far as to call himself a fanboy of the very thing he became.

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Hush youuuu

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Hello again Met! Long time no facey stabby.

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Blame Adriane for dragging me by the collar on this one. >.> I'll have a bio up shortly.