Ollie
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Ollie | |
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| Home | Under The Bridge |
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| Race | Troll |
| Culture | Unknown |
| Title | Unknown |
| House | Unknown |
| Clan | Unknown |
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| Occupation | Eating |
| Occupations | {{{occupations}}} |
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| Character type | PC |
Description:
If a pile of boulders suddenly stood up and started moving, it would look something like Oliver. Large, irregularly shaped, and suspiciously stony. His greyish pocked skin is rough like granite, and wrinkles quarry themselves like crevices across his body. Teeth that could have been formed from bits of cracked shale fill his cavern-like mouth, and eyes like bits of obsidian gleam cunningly in his craggy face. He is somewhere around 11 feet high, and bits of flotsam and jetsam hang randomly around his body lashed there by rotting ropes. Dented kettles, blood-stained bags, bags that drip blood from obscure bulges, sticks, bones... all of his treasures packaged up in easy reach.
History:
Why am I here? This is the question that has occupied philosophers as long as they have existed. Oliver, while somewhat limited in the philosophy department, will be delighted to tell you (or possibly show you..) his answer to this question. To eat. He does not remember a world that did not include himself, therefore, he has always existed; though details of previous years grow dim. But he can describe for you every meal he has ever eaten, from slimy stringy things found in the dank and putrid depths of the earth in some distant year past, to the fat warm rabbit he squashed for breakfast today. But come prepared, for if he isn't too hungry, he will go on to expound for you exactly how he fixed them, which bark or leaf he used for seasonings, why it really wasn't as good as it could have been, and on and on and on. He really has a one track mind on occasion. If you persist, pressing for more specifics on why he is /here/, in the Shaws as opposed to somewhere else, and if you are lucky enough to get an answer rather than be one, it will be much the same. To eat. For into Oliver's slow-moving brain had once seeped this thought: in new places, there might be new herbs, new molds to use as flavorings, and possibly even new things to fix for dinner.'.
