SunsetWanderer

There Will Always Be Blood

I'm writing a sheet for the King of Falor at the moment, hopefully I'll have it up later tonight. Really looking forward to the roleplay!

Medieval RP?

@HushedWhispers Sounds awesome. I'm totally psyched for this roleplay!

Medieval RP?

Very interested!

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Oliver Gandell
Greta Kohler

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Location: ARGUS HQ, Lounge -> Private Briefing Room
Interacting with: Achilles, Aphrodite

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Oliver had listened carefully to the assignments of others in the room, making quiet judgements in his head. "A gala. How romantic - and how odd the two lovebirds should be sent on it... eugh, are we sure Artemis isn't actually leading 'The Huns'? It wouldn't surprise me... Hah - the running bull race. Hopefully Hermes doesn't confuse his partner with one of the bulls. God knows they act almost exactly the same, mindless brutes..."

"Achilles, Aphrodite."

Oliver suddenly broke out of his mind-rant, turning his attention toward Hephaestus immediately with a slight nod at the mention of his codename. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to form on his lips when Greta's codename was noted alongside his, for he always did love working alongside her. She was, without a doubt in his mind, his closest friend in Argus and one of the few respectable members of the team. Aside from her and a few select others, the team seemed to be full of 'ex-criminals' who, as far as Oliver was concerned, probably still were.

Hephaestus turned toward the two, setting a tablet in front of the two, displaying an image, and a map specifically pointing to a radar station in the Italian Alps. "This man is the leader of a Mercenary group referred to throughout Europe as 'The Carthaginians', they've recently taken over a military radar station in the alps, unfortunately we aren't exactly sure why. Your objective is to get to the station, clear the Mercenaries out, and specifically assassinate this individual, your secondary objective is to secure a package we've tracked to his location."

Nodding once in acknowledgement after Hephaestus had finished speaking, he moved closer to Greta and the tablet containing the information for their assignment. Looking it over briefly, he reached for it and tucked it under his arm, turning to his blonde partner with a smile, "Well. I think we ought to find somewhere private to discuss the assignment, mm?" Lowering his voice somewhat as he turned to leave with her, he continued, "I have to say, I've always wanted to visit the Alps. I used to go on skiing holidays to Canada, so it seemed like it would be only natural to visit there once for a skiing holiday. Admittedly I expected to go under different circumstances, but alas."

Greta began making note of the assignments that were going on in the room. There were plenty of interesting ones going on in the room, as pairs after pairs were assigned with the missions. Soon enough, her turn came, after all it was only a matter of time before it got to her. "Achilles, Aphrodite." She perked up visibly as her codename was called, her eyes twinkling with excitement as her partner's codename was announced. Achilles, for Oliver. She loved working alongside the man, one of her closest friends and fellow agent. The two of them had worked alongside each other remarkably well, and hS hit it right away since the moment they first met. Greta may have gotten along with several others on the team, but no where as close or as good as Oliver. He would as you call it, the right fit.

As Hephaestus briefed them on their mission, which involved getting to a military radar station in the Alps which had been taken over a mercenary group. Their intent was not made known, but ARGUS's own intent was made known soon enough. They had to assassinate a man by the name of Bruno Farinacci, a known leader of 'The Carthaginians' after clearing out the entire radar station. That objective puzzled her, clearing out a base seems more suited for a team of commandos than a pair of agents, the two of them sure did have a challenge on their hands. Fortunately, Greta was not one to let a difficult mission deter her or get in her way, in any shape or form. Their secondary objective was to get a package somewhere in station, but it wasn't the priority right now.

As Oliver or rather, Achilles took the lead, grabbing the mission tablet under his arm, he turned, giving her a rather infectious smile of his, as he proposed looking for a quieter and more private place to start their discussion. Greta had no problem with that, and simply replied with a smile of her own. " Yeah, I don't see why not. Let's do it." As the pair of them left the briefing room, she could hear him talking about how much he had always wanted a skiing vacation in the Alps. "Skiing holiday you say? Why that sounds like fun! How exciting! What are we going as however, got our cover identities sorted? How about a way to take out an entire station full of mercenaries?" The accent she spoke with was mostly one recognisable as German, although not entirely German, with several hints and characteristics of an English accent as well thrown into the mix, the multiple influences of her stint in England for several years clearly making themselves a part of how she spoke from then on.

Having made their way to a private, glass-walled briefing room to go over the intelligence they'd been given, Oliver closed the door behind his colleague and moved to take a seat, resting the tablet on the table. "Mmm, well, that depends. See, I figure this is going to get ugly either way, an' I also figure this mercenary troop is going to be expecting trouble. Hell, what they thought they could get out of this is beyond me. It'd be interesting to find out, actually. Perhaps a 'conversation' with their leader, here," Oliver tapped a finger on the image of the leader, which quickly zoomed while additional information was revelead along the edges of the screen. "Bruno Farianacci, would go a long way. Admittedly, having this conversation may be difficult, and I get the feeling he, nor his friends, will be particularly talkative." Folding his arms across his chest, he reclined in the chair and looked toward Greta, "Here's an idea. See that mountain the station is built into?" Oliver minimised the image of their target, instead bringing up one of the few available pictures of the remote radar staiton. "They've got good observation of the area around them - so I suggest going in at night. You think you could scale the back of that mountain, where the rock is?" Huffing somewhat, he bit his bottom lip in thought as he studied the image, "Getting to the mountain itself via snowmobile is perhaps the most efficient option, a helicopter would likely be too loud." Turning to Greta, he continued, "Then again - with guards no doubt posted along the walkway, even scaling the mountain could be risky. You'd be an easy target. How about this - I'll take a more direct route, and you scale the mountain. I expect I could at least draw the attention of those on night-watch, leaving you free to make an entrance through the back door, if you will." Grinning somewhat, he shrugged nonchalantly, "I mean - you'd have to be as perfect as you normally are and arrive in time to save my skin."

Yeah, so cover identities weren't needed since they were going in without any pretense or disguise. That should at least save them some time as they won't have think of disguises or anything of that sort. They would most probably have to go in shooting, albeit with a silencer attached to their weapon of course, wouldn't want to alert the whole entire base of their impending death now, did they? "Ugly? Let's try not to make this ugly, shall we? Ugly's not nice. And no, no talking. This Bruno Farianacci doesn't look like the talking type, he'll just probably shoot you on the spot right there and then, to send a message to any future talkers." As Oliver brought up an image of remote radar station, she saw the rock he was talking about. "Yeah, I could scale that, with proper equipment of course. Going at night would be the most option stealth wise, but to be honest, I'll never really done all too well at rock climbing during night before, but you know how I am, I'm always up for the challenge!" Greta said as she gave him a wink. "Yeah, no helicopters, waay too loud, and the sound reverberates among the mountain walls. What about skiis? Or snowboarding even? Those may not be as fast as a snowmobile, but they're definitely quieter, without any sound of engines." Her eyes narrowed as she gave his words some thought. "I've no problem with scaling the mountain, feel free to go ahead with the direct route, while I'm going on from the back." Returning his grin with one of her own, Greta replied. "I wouldn't classify myself as perfect - but close, close enough." The German lass ended with a quick tongue stick-out before giving her partner yet another playful wink.

"Given how isolated it is, I figured a snowmobile would close the travel time, and we can make our way to the radar station via ski, good old fashioned walking or what not when we aren't so far it'll take us hours to make the journey. That way - they don't hear the engines, and we aren't dug up months from now having been frozen to buggery." Nodding with a contented smile he proceeded, "We should travel to the resort of Klosters-Serneus, it's the nearest village, if you could call it that, to the radar station. I expect we'll be able to rent some snowmobiles or skiis from there - it's a damn sight easier than having it lugged over as cargo. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Either way - we can sort that out when we're there."

"I suppose it's a plan, then." Rising from his chair, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "I'm off to requisition some equipment from the sass-maestro himself, the Quartermaster. Then, I expect it'll be me, a good book and a warm drink to celebrate our future success. I'll have somebody arrange our flights, they'll be scheduled for early tomorrow morning, no doubt. Do be sure to be up bright and early!"

Turning on his heel to leave the room, Oliver paused momentarily to cast a glance at Greta over his shoulder, "Well - perfect or not, as long as my perfect face is saved from a bullet, we're fine and dandy." Allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips at his own joke, he held open the door to let her pass as the two left the briefing room to begin preparations for their journey the next day.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

I've just started work on a collab with @Garden Gnome and we'll hopefully have something up in not too long!

The Darkness of Arc Tenès

This sounds really interesting, I'll keep an eye on it!

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Oliver 'Achilles'

{"Dress to impress. After all, you're the last thing many will see."}

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Character Basics

Name: Oliver Jean Gandell
Codename: Achilles
Age: 24
Birthday: 14th April
Nationality: Australian
Birth Place: Edgecliff, Syndey, Australia
Gender: Male
Prior Employment: Lifeguard & Freelance Photographer

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Appearance

Height: 1.8m (5'9)
Weight: 82kg (12s 9lbs)
Build: Well-toned, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Caramel Brown
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A

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Persona

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:

Calculated ♦ Charismatic ♦ Snobbish ♦ Debonair ♦ Elegant ♦ Confident

Despite being inherently good-natured with a genuine desire to 'do good', it is unlikely that many of those around him recognise this. Instead, he is undoubtedly known as being the spoiled, self-indulgent and somewhat elitist member of the group. This is, in part, due to his upbringing, and he has become quick to judge those he encounters based purely on their dress, manner of speaking and any undesireable habits they may have, and this is certainly not a quality many appreciate. Indeed, his comments about those living in poverty and his strong abjection to living in anything but the most grandeur accomodation haven't done much to dissmiss the image he has unwittingly created of himself.

Often seen wearing high-quality suits whether on the job or not, Oliver is known for his refined fashion sense and is, arguably, the most vain member of the group. This is not something he denies, and in fact he embraces the reputation for vanity he has rightfully gained, often quipping that they need to 'look the part'. It is the high levels of scrutiny that he holds his own appearance to that has led to his dismissive and judgemental nature of those around him he deems to have 'not made an effort' in their appearance, regardless of circumstance. After all, if he has put so much effort into how he looks, it's only respectful of others to do the same. Or at least, so he thinks.

His calculated approach to the task at hand can often betray his true empathy, it's not hard to understand why some think of him as nothing more than the 'disconnected, cold-hearted rich-kid' in his own world.

These qualities aside however, Oliver is a geniuine, honest individual. He will never hide his motives or his views if asked, though he certainly isn't one for shoving his own opinions down the throats of those around them and will generally keep his thoughts to himself (albeit his facial expressions often betray his attempts to keep quiet) and avoid confrontation. He is, in fact, rather a charming individual when spoken to in the right conditions, with his gentlemanly demeanour and intrinsically gentle nature allowing brief insights to the man that lies beneath the exterior.

Likes
✔Looking the part (well-tailored suits)
✔Fruit Ciders and Spirits
✔Sailing
✔Indie Music
✔Aftershave
✔Countryside
✔Culture
✔History

Dislikes
✘Beer/Lager
✘Flying
✘Metal music
✘Criminals
✘Boorish, uncouth individuals
✘Criticism

Fears
☠Paralysis
☠Plane Crash
☠Losing his wealth/social status
☠Remaining alone

History
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth in the wealthy suburb of Syndey, Edgecliff, Oliver has had a very particular lifestyle. He has enjoyed the benefits that come alongside wealth and was privately educated before going on to study at the University of Sydney to graduate with an honours degree in 'World History' at the age of twenty three. The course had always suited him, having been interested in the cultures and histories of countries across the globe for almost the entirety of his life. Indeed, he is certainly what one would describe as 'book smart' as opposed to 'street smart', and while he has access to a vast library of resources that he could quite easily work through, he has yet to accumualte much experience for himself, leading to a certain, innocent naivety surrounding him in regard to the harsh actualities of life.

His father having owned a relatively luxurious yacht, Oliver would often accompany him on luxurious day-trips across the South Pacific Ocean. It was during these trips Oliver developed his love for sailing, and the ocean, finding himself intrigued in the mysteries lying below the surface of the water. In his mind, there is no need to venture into the stars when there lays a vast, unknown realm beyond the ocean surface. Pursuing this interest at higher education, he joined the local rowing and sailing teams before eventually also partaking in the scuba club at Sydney University. While he could not have forseen it at the time, his ability to remain hidden underwater and navigate the sea in a wide variety of vessels would make him a particularly attractive candidate for Argus, the organisation that would go on to hone and specialise his skillset in the area.
Oliver, when he began going on sailing trips without the supervision of his father, began photographing his experiences sailing and discoveries underwater, developing a keen eye for detail particularly in the dark conditions underwater. His unorthodox, underwater photography gained national acclaim when he was awarded the 'AIPP Australian Emerging Photographer of the Year' award.

Throughout University, he worked as a lifeguard along the beaches of Sydney. His search for employment was inspired less by his need for financial income, and more simply as a result for his desire to work around the ocean. It was true that his childhood ambition in life had been to become 'one of those men you see on TV', as he so eloquently put it in his younger years, documentating the various creatures of the ocean and their habitats, though in his maturity he figured working as a lifeguard would do just as well. The attention from attractive students spending their summer break at the beach wasn't a downside, either.

Graduating from the University of Sydney with a 'A Master of World History with First Class Honours' he was not entirely sure what he was going to do with his life. It was true that his small-time work as a lifeguard was fun, yet he never acknowledged it as a full-time 'job' and he recognised it wasn't going to support him for the rest of his life. Despite recieving national acclaim for his photography, he doubted a career in the area would suit him and likewise felt as though something was lacking. It wasn't long before he came to the decision that progressing from a lifeguard to a career in the Australian Search & Rescue Force would be a natural progressionm, and indeed a prospect he looked forward to. His parents would perhaps have hoped for something 'grander' for their well-to-do and highly educated son, yet he was content.

Roughly one month into his training to join the force, Oliver was approached by an official of the organisation of 'Argus' alongside another official from the Australian Government, revealing that he had been shortlised for a position within the new, mysterious agency. Initially, he was reluctant to abandon his guaranteed career prospects with the AMSA (Australian Maritime Safety Authority) in pursuit of a career with the admittedly mysterious organisation that was reluctant to share many details unless he accepted the post. Ultimately, however, Oliver would accept the offer and, after scrutiny alongside several other prospective candidates, found himself selected as the Argus Operative for Australia, beginning training not much more than a year ago.

Theme Song: Extreme Ways

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Relations

⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

At the point of the roleplays beginning, each of the characters will have known eachother for roughly a year which they've spent training together. You should work with the other players to establish what kind of relationships you have with them. It's not required for everyone, but there should be at least 3 relations already on here by the time the RP starts.

☮ Greta Kohler
Greta has without a doubt become Oliver's closest friend and confidant on not only the Argus team, but for life in general. He struck up an immediate bond with her, hanging around with her from almost the first day onward. He thoroughly enjoys being paired up with her for assignments, and the two make a genuinely formidable team, understanding and appreciating the different skillsets they both have and have become proficient in working together as one. Outside of assignments, when they are off-duty, Oliver will spend a majority of his time around Greta, and their relationship remains as solid as a rock.

☮ Risa Couri
Oliver found Risa to be a good friend, having common ground in regard to their lifestlye and upbringing. He respects her choice of career for the United Nations. He does, however, question her choice of partner in Lucas and he remains unsure of what it is she finds about him so appealing.

☮ Len Mordikai
Definitely a worthy member of Argus in Oliver's eyes, he is glad to have Len around. He enjoys catching a drink with Len when off-duty and the two have remained friends throughout their year in training, getting along together just as well as they work together. Not only this, but Oliver is quick to side with Len when Lucas decides he's bored and wants to poke fun at him.

⚜ Dorian Peters
Oliver, while he never got too close to Dorian, has a true respect for what the man is. He is, above all else, reliable and Oliver can't help but feel safer with him around when on an assignment. Oliver trusts his advice, and unlike others on the team, he believes as though Dorian truly earned the position in the team he has.

☯ Rucks Kennithson
One of the types who wants to be controversial for the sake of it, as far as Oliver is concerned. He always questions plans, ideas and thoughts, leading to more than necessary arguments for the sake of little improvement. He's a competent agent, at the very least, and isn't entirely undeserving of his position in Argus as opposed to other members of the team. All in all, Oliver can't say he's keen on the man, but he isn't entirely against him either.

☯ ☠ Elijah Craigh
It's fair to say the two don't get along, and things haven't been improving between them. As far is Oliver is concerned Elijah is a reckless, all-muscle-no-brains, unreliable type who will get somebody killed. The less Oliver has to do with him, the better, and in the case Oliver is put with him, he just hopes Eli will leave the thinking to him. Oh - his dress sense is deplorable, too. Or, at least, according to Oliver it is.

☯ ☠ Lucas Walsh
He exudes confidence, to the point that it infuriates Oliver. To him, Lucas is nothing more than a jumped-up street criminal chosen, for whatever reason, to join the team. Were it up to Oliver, he would scrap the likes of Lucas from the team without so much as a second thought, and he's not afraid to keep this particular opinion to himself. While the two have yet to come to blows face-to-face, instead making the occasional snide comment in passing or to their colleagues concerning one another, if things don't improve, there's no telling how their relationship may fall.

☠ Minami Yuuna
Why she is on the team, Oliver will never understand. She should be the people Argus are trying to put away, and yet she has somehow wormed her way into the organisation. He openly distrusts and dislikes her, with the two having many verbal attacks at each other in plain sight for all to see. Oliver is rarely so openly aggressive and hostile, though Minami manages to somehow pull a nerve that none other can. If the two have to work together, well. Oliver just hopes that never happens.


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Argus: Olympian Intelligence

@Pundii

Thank you very much! Will do!

You got it boss. On that note, I'll be free for the most part of today, so I'll try and sort out as many relations as I can. Feel free to shoot a PM my way if you've anything you want to sort out. I'll hopefully get a PM to most folks sometime today, either way!

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Oliver is finished!

Oliver

{"Dress to impress. After all, you're the last thing many will see."}

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Character Basics

Name: Oliver Jean Gandell
Codename:
Age: 24
Birthday: 14th April
Nationality: Australian
Birth Place: Edgecliff, Syndey, Australia
Gender: Male
Prior Employment: Lifeguard & Freelance Photographer

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Appearance

Height: 1.8m (5'9)
Weight: 82kg (12s 9lbs)
Build: Well-toned, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Caramel Brown
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A

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Persona

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:

Calculated ♦ Charismatic ♦ Snobbish ♦ Debonair ♦ Elegant ♦ Confident

Despite being inherently good-natured with a genuine desire to 'do good', it is unlikely that many of those around him recognise this. Instead, he is undoubtedly known as being the spoiled, self-indulgent and somewhat elitist member of the group. This is, in part, due to his upbringing, and he has become quick to judge those he encounters based purely on their dress, manner of speaking and any undesireable habits they may have, and this is certainly not a quality many appreciate. Indeed, his comments about those living in poverty and his strong abjection to living in anything but the most grandeur accomodation haven't done much to dissmiss the image he has unwittingly created of himself.

Often seen wearing high-quality suits whether on the job or not, Oliver is known for his refined fashion sense and is, arguably, the most vain member of the group. This is not something he denies, and in fact he embraces the reputation for vanity he has rightfully gained, often quipping that they need to 'look the part'. It is the high levels of scrutiny that he holds his own appearance to that has led to his dismissive and judgemental nature of those around him he deems to have 'not made an effort' in their appearance, regardless of circumstance. After all, if he has put so much effort into how he looks, it's only respectful of others to do the same. Or at least, so he thinks.

His calculated approach to the task at hand can often betray his true empathy, it's not hard to understand why some think of him as nothing more than the 'disconnected, cold-hearted rich-kid' in his own world.

These qualities aside however, Oliver is a geniuine, honest individual. He will never hide his motives or his views if asked, though he certainly isn't one for shoving his own opinions down the throats of those around them and will generally keep his thoughts to himself (albeit his facial expressions often betray his attempts to keep quiet) and avoid confrontation. He is, in fact, rather a charming individual when spoken to in the right conditions, with his gentlemanly demeanour and intrinsically gentle nature allowing brief insights to the man that lies beneath the exterior.

Likes
✔Looking the part (well-tailored suits)
✔Fruit Ciders and Spirits
✔Sailing
✔Indie Music
✔Aftershave
✔Countryside
✔Culture
✔History

Dislikes
✘Beer/Lager
✘Flying
✘Metal music
✘Criminals
✘Boorish, uncouth individuals
✘Criticism

Fears
☠Paralysis
☠Plane Crash
☠Losing his wealth/social status
☠Remaining alone

History
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth in the wealthy suburb of Syndey, Edgecliff, Oliver has had a very particular lifestyle. He has enjoyed the benefits that come alongside wealth and was privately educated before going on to study at the University of Sydney to graduate with an honours degree in 'World History' at the age of twenty three. The course had always suited him, having been interested in the cultures and histories of countries across the globe for almost the entirety of his life. Indeed, he is certainly what one would describe as 'book smart' as opposed to 'street smart', and while he has access to a vast library of resources that he could quite easily work through, he has yet to accumualte much experience for himself, leading to a certain, innocent naivety surrounding him in regard to the harsh actualities of life.

His father having owned a relatively luxurious yacht, Oliver would often accompany him on luxurious day-trips across the South Pacific Ocean. It was during these trips Oliver developed his love for sailing, and the ocean, finding himself intrigued in the mysteries lying below the surface of the water. In his mind, there is no need to venture into the stars when there lays a vast, unknown realm beyond the ocean surface. Pursuing this interest at higher education, he joined the local rowing and sailing teams before eventually also partaking in the scuba club at Sydney University. While he could not have forseen it at the time, his ability to remain hidden underwater and navigate the sea in a wide variety of vessels would make him a particularly attractive candidate for Argus, the organisation that would go on to hone and specialise his skillset in the area.
Oliver, when he began going on sailing trips without the supervision of his father, began photographing his experiences sailing and discoveries underwater, developing a keen eye for detail particularly in the dark conditions underwater. His unorthodox, underwater photography gained national acclaim when he was awarded the 'AIPP Australian Emerging Photographer of the Year' award.

Throughout University, he worked as a lifeguard along the beaches of Sydney. His search for employment was inspired less by his need for financial income, and more simply as a result for his desire to work around the ocean. It was true that his childhood ambition in life had been to become 'one of those men you see on TV', as he so eloquently put it in his younger years, documentating the various creatures of the ocean and their habitats, though in his maturity he figured working as a lifeguard would do just as well. The attention from attractive students spending their summer break at the beach wasn't a downside, either.

Graduating from the University of Sydney with a 'A Master of World History with First Class Honours' he was not entirely sure what he was going to do with his life. It was true that his small-time work as a lifeguard was fun, yet he never acknowledged it as a full-time 'job' and he recognised it wasn't going to support him for the rest of his life. Despite recieving national acclaim for his photography, he doubted a career in the area would suit him and likewise felt as though something was lacking. It wasn't long before he came to the decision that progressing from a lifeguard to a career in the Australian Search & Rescue Force would be a natural progressionm, and indeed a prospect he looked forward to. His parents would perhaps have hoped for something 'grander' for their well-to-do and highly educated son, yet he was content.

Roughly one month into his training to join the force, Oliver was approached by an official of the organisation of 'Argus' alongside another official from the Australian Government, revealing that he had been shortlised for a position within the new, mysterious agency. Initially, he was reluctant to abandon his guaranteed career prospects with the AMSA (Australian Maritime Safety Authority) in pursuit of a career with the admittedly mysterious organisation that was reluctant to share many details unless he accepted the post. Ultimately, however, Oliver would accept the offer and, after scrutiny alongside several other prospective candidates, found himself selected as the Argus Operative for Australia, beginning training not much more than a year ago.

Theme Song: Extreme Ways

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Relations

⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

At the point of the roleplays beginning, each of the characters will have known eachother for roughly a year which they've spent training together. You should work with the other players to establish what kind of relationships you have with them. It's not required for everyone, but there should be at least 3 relations already on here by the time the RP starts.

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Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Currently WIP, I'll continue to edit it over the night and post when it's finished!

Oliver

{"Dress to impress. After all, you're the last thing many will see."}

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Character Basics

Name: Oliver Jean Gandell
Codename:
Age: 24
Birthday: 14th April
Nationality: Australian
Birth Place: Edgecliff, Syndey, Australia
Gender: Male
Prior Employment: Lifeguard & Freelance Photographer

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Appearance

Height: 1.8m (5'9)
Weight: 82kg (12s 9lbs)
Build: Well-toned, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Caramel Brown
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A

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Persona

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:

Calculated ♦ Charismatic ♦ Snobbish ♦ Debonair ♦ Elegant ♦ Confident

Despite being inherently good-natured with a genuine desire to 'do good', it is unlikely that many of those around him recognise this. Instead, he is undoubtedly known as being the spoiled, self-indulgent and somewhat elitist member of the group. This is, in part, due to his upbringing, and he has become quick to judge those he encounters based purely on their dress, manner of speaking and any undesireable habits they may have, and this is certainly not a quality many appreciate. Indeed, his comments about those living in poverty and his strong abjection to living in anything but the most grandeur accomodation haven't done much to dissmiss the image he has unwittingly created of himself.

Often seen wearing high-quality suits whether on the job or not, Oliver is known for his refined fashion sense and is, arguably, the most vain member of the group. This is not something he denies, and in fact he embraces the reputation for vanity he has rightfully gained, often quipping that they need to 'look the part'. It is the high levels of scrutiny that he holds his own appearance to that has led to his dismissive and judgemental nature of those around him he deems to have 'not made an effort' in their appearance, regardless of circumstance. After all, if he has put so much effort into how he looks, it's only respectful of others to do the same. Or at least, so he thinks.

His calculated approach to the task at hand can often betray his true empathy, it's not hard to understand why some think of him as nothing more than the 'disconnected, cold-hearted rich-kid' in his own world.

These qualities aside however, Oliver is a geniuine, honest individual. He will never hide his motives or his views if asked, though he certainly isn't one for shoving his own opinions down the throats of those around them and will generally keep his thoughts to himself (albeit his facial expressions often betray his attempts to keep quiet) and avoid confrontation. He is, in fact, rather a charming individual when spoken to in the right conditions, with his gentlemanly demeanour and intrinsically gentle nature allowing brief insights to the man that lies beneath the exterior.

Likes
✔Looking the part (well-tailored suits)
✔Fruit Ciders and Spirits
✔Sailing
✔Indie Music
✔Aftershave
✔Countryside
✔Culture
✔History

Dislikes
✘Beer/Lager
✘Flying
✘Metal music
✘Criminals
✘Boorish, uncouth individuals
✘Criticism

Fears
☠Paralysis
☠Plane Crash
☠Losing his wealth/social status
☠Remaining alone

History
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth in the wealthy suburb of Syndey, Edgecliff, Oliver has had a very particular lifestyle. He has enjoyed the benefits that come alongside wealth and was privately educated before going on to study at the University of Sydney to graduate with an honours degree in 'World History' at the age of twenty three. The course had always suited him, having been interested in the cultures and histories of countries across the globe for almost the entirety of his life. Indeed, he is certainly what one would describe as 'book smart' as opposed to 'street smart', and while he has access to a vast library of resources that he could quite easily work through, he has yet to accumualte much experience for himself, leading to a certain, innocent naivety surrounding him in regard to the harsh actualities of life.

His father having owned a yacht, Oliver would often accompany him on luxurious day-trips across the South Pacific Ocean. It was during these trips Oliver developed his love for sailing, and the ocean, finding himself intrigued in the mysteries lying below the surface of the water. In his mind, there is no need to venture into the stars when there lays a vast, unknown realm beyond the ocean surface. Pursuing this interest at higher education, he joined the local rowing and sailing teams before eventually also partaking in the scuba club at Sydney University. While he could not have forseen it at the time, his ability to remain hidden underwater and navigate the sea in a wide variety of vessels would make him a particularly attractive candidate for Argus, the organisation that would go on to hone and specialise his skillset in the area.
Oliver, when he began going on sailing trips without the supervision of his father, began photographing his experiences sailing and discoveries underwater, developing a keen eye for detail particularly in the dark conditions underwater. His unorthodox, underwater photography gained national acclaim when he was awarded the 'AIPP Australian Emerging Photographer of the Year' award.

Throughout University, he worked as a lifeguard along the beaches of Sydney. His search for employment was inspired less by his need for financial income, and more simply as a result for his desire to work around the ocean. It was true that his childhood ambition in life had been to become 'one of those men you see on TV', as he so eloquently put it in his younger years, documentating the various creatures of the ocean and their habitats, though in his maturity he figured working as a lifeguard would do just as well. The attention from attractive students spending their summer break at the beach wasn't a downside, either.

Graduating from the University of Sydney with a 'A Master of World History with First Class Honours' he was not entirely sure what he was going to do with his life. It was true that his small-time work as a lifeguard was fun, yet he recognised it wasn't going to support him for the rest of his life. Despite recieving national acclaim for his photography, he doubted a career in the area would suit him and likewise felt as though something was lacking. It wasn't long before he came to the decision that progressing from a lifeguard to a career in the Australian Search & Rescue Force would be a natural progressionm, and indeed a prospect he looked forward to. His parents would perhaps have hoped for something 'grander' for their well-to-do and highly educated son, yet he was content.

Roughly one month into his training to join the force, Oliver was approached by an official of the organisation of 'Argus' alongside another official from the Australian Government, revealing that he had been shortlised for a position within the new, mysterious agency. Initially reluctant to abandon his guaranteed career prospects with the AMSA (Australian Maritime Safety Authority) in pursuit of a career with the admittedly mysterious organisation that was reluctant to share many details unless he accepted the post. Ultimately, however, Oliver would accept the offer and, after scrutiny alongside several other prospective candidates, found himself selected as the Argus Operative for Australia, beginning training not much more than a year ago.

Theme Song: Extreme Ways

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Relations

⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

At the point of the roleplays beginning, each of the characters will have known eachother for roughly a year which they've spent training together. You should work with the other players to establish what kind of relationships you have with them. It's not required for everyone, but there should be at least 3 relations already on here by the time the RP starts.

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