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Personality

Ambitious, rude, selfish, and snarky, Oliver is often seen as someone that does not fit the ideal image of a mage guild. However, one would find that after talking to him that he is actually a very sociable, intelligent young man. He is the kind of person that is not afraid to speak his mind and is not afraid to call people out on their crap, but he is also a clever individual so he knows when to hold his tongue when the situation calls for it. Oliver is a surprisingly hard worker and even if he bitches and moans about doing stuff, he will go above and beyond what he was asked to do.

Believe it or not, Oliver respects authority as long as they can back it up. Rather, he respects the position more than the person that holds it. Oliver is a person that wants to be on top and has a very strong will, which does not really go that well when it bumps into others. He isn't a barbarian though; throwing fists isn't the best solution, but he also would not say no to a fight. 

To say he knows he messed up is an understatement; he knows that he had caused a lot of grief and damage, and he really is trying to atone for it. The problem is that there are temptations to fall back into his old habits that would get him neck deep into trouble and hurt those around him.

Oliver is a fan of collecting worldly goods, especially high end fashion.

Appearance

5'11 and has a tattoo of a serpent's eye on his nape. Enjoys wearing what's fashionable.

“A pig with lipstick is still a pig.”


|   N a m e:   |
Oliver Rigby

|   Alias|Nickames|Titles:   |
Oli, Scales, Bitch Boi

|   G e n d e r:   |
Male

|   A g e:   |
18

|   R a n k:   |
C

|   Guild Membership Status:   |
He has been a member for a three months and is only there so he does not cause anymore trouble. He is not exactly there by his own will, but he is still dedicated since his grandmother and Aiden gave him a second chance.

|  Guild Seal Location:   |
Lower back

|   History:   |
Oliver was born to a family of wealthy merchants in Crocus though spent half of his life with his grandmother who used to be a high ranking member of the council. His parents were dicks and the only one that actually gave a damn about him is his grandmother. At some point he was sent to a military school due to his parents believing he needed to be toughened, which is what led him down this path.

Oliver got into the wrong crowd, the mafia to be specific. They gave him small jobs, stuff that would just be called a minor misdemeanor in a court of law at worst, but as he worked his way up the ranks they became far more damning if he was caught; peddling drugs, extortion, and so on, but hey, the money was good and the treated him like family. Things could only be described as being on the up and up for Oliver, until he was told by his boss to join him for some leisure. The boss was going to take a family friend out to the bay in Hargeon and show them a good time for his birthday and invited Oliver due to him being one of the favorites of the group.

So they were all on a yacht far from the shores of the city and things were going well all up until the family friend was capped in the head. It turned out that he was an informant for the Mage Council and had been feeding information until one of the boss' boys found a one way communication lacrima on his ring. Of course Oliver knew that this happened, it was in their job, but he had actually never killed anyone nor had he ever seen it until now. It was at this moment that he began to realize what kind of shit that he had caught himself in. 

So Oliver and company where tasked with disposing the body, but the ship shook to everyone's confusion. They were being boarded by Ruin Knights and a fight broke out. That guy must've told them where he was going and they were prepared to catch them in one swoop. It all happened so fast; he was blasted into the water, sinking and sinking as he was losing consciousness. The last thing he remembered was seeing a shadow of titanic proportions slithering beneath and then a glowing yellow eye that dwarfed him staring at him.

"Live... Conquer."

He heard a voice that was not his own in his head before he blacked out. When he woke up, he dragged onto a ship full of Rune Knights and was immediately in their custody. Oliver's grandmother used her connections and service to pull him out, believing that he still is a good child that just needed to be pointed to the right direction. Out of desperation, she asked Aiden Cross to take Oliver into his guild to help turn him into a better person. It was either that or he would be sent to prison with the rest of the mob. Of course, he chose the former.

Strange things had been happening to him; he had been hearing that voice in his head lately and he has abilities that he did not have before. What the hell was that thing and what the hell did it do to him? Perhaps he will learn the more he stays with Winter's Blade.

|   Magic:   |
Pact with the Deep (Name only for meta purposes): A strange ability he had gained from the creature. It gives him the ability to generate and manipulate water that he can use for combat though lacks the power and experience to do any large scale attacks. He can also grow iron hard scales on his body, claws, and give himself a physical boost to which ever part he transforms. However, at this moment he can only transform and augment two parts of his body at once, meaning that for example if he transforms his arms he will gain great strength in his arms, but he won't augment any other part of his body. Same thing if he augmented his legs; his legs would be stronger and he would be able to move faster, but he won't get another boost from it.

If he is in a body of water, these abilities are further augmented as long he is in said body of water. He can move faster, hit harder, and have greater control over water as well as an increased amount.

A side-effect of this power is that he seems to have the ability to communicate with aquatic life and the creature talks to him in broken sentences in his head.

Venom Magic and Venom-Make: Unsurprisingly, he inherited this magic from his toxic father. Oliver has the ability to create, mold, and manipulate venom/toxic material in a liquid and solid form. At his level he can only produce venom that will paralyze people, but at full strength he can make it corrosive. 

As for his Venom-Make, he can create static constructs with quick proficiency, but so far lacks the experience to create anything very complex or to create an dynamic constructs. He can create massive objects at the cost of using a lot of his magic reserves though.

Requip: Literally is used just for his wardrobe. 

|   Strengths and Weakness:   |
• Can handle his drink
• Actually a good singer
• Professionally trained in combat by the military

○ Has a Lovecraftian creature speaking in his head
○ His cooking is so bad his steak tried to shank him with its own bone
○ Spends too much money on clothes
○ Explosively lactose intolerant 

|   Miscs :   |
His favorite clothing brands are Lucci and Bugo Hoss.
 Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose).

Zev and Enma

He was going to die. Zev just stood there as he watched those mercury spears melted in the ball of fire that hurtled its way towards him, searing everything that was caught in its path. There was no way to escape it; the fire's range was simply to great and it was moving too fast. The only thing he could do was just stand there and accept the fact that this was completely out of his hands, embracing his body for absolute immolation in a matter of seconds as the heat of the flames grew closer.

Then he heard the sound of the air being sucked in and... the heat grew weaker? Zev opened his eyes and saw that Jack had intercepted the flames and devoured it all. Never before was he as glad to have his guildmaster with him at this exact moment. When he told the duo to go off to help the others so he could fight this scaly abomination he certainly wasn't going to argue with him. "Yes sir, good luck!" Zev ran off and really, he what he wanted to do was just absolutely fuck off and head back to the ship though he knew he could not do that; he wouldn't live it down and he doubted that any of his guild mates would certainly hold it over his head. 

"Dammit Hunter, use your head!" He yelled out at the jade slayer and by his will, he summoned multiple of his familiars, their inky black form sunk into the ground and then reappeared underneath the dragon and grabbed onto the dragon to force it to stay on the ground for as long as they possibly could so that Hunter could get a clean hit. 

Meanwhile, Enma was pissed. He was going to die and it would have been him being completely powerless to some overgrown fire lizard? No, oh hell no. There was no way that he was going to take it lying down, not a chance in hell...But he knew that in this situation he would probably hold him back and he should assist someone else and then another leathery scaled dragon got in his way and it seemed to be quite immune to poison and that other slayer, the poison kid, had to fight it. "Hey ugly! Eat this!" Enma yelled out as he swung his club, generating a roaring concentrated force of vibrations that, while would not cut through its scales, would serve to act as more like a bomb on impact and hopefully the vibrations would cause more internal damage than external. Chances are it would probably piss it off even more.

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