GENERAL INFORMATION

Name(s): Oliver
Nickname(s): Oli
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthday: March 23rd
Sexuality: Straight
Rank: A-Rank - claim
Guild: Guildless
Tatoo: Black - on his chest
Faceclaim: Dante - DMC4

APPERANCE

Height: 1.87m.
Weight: 98kg.
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Description:
Oliver is geneticaly strong and muscular boy. He Inherited his physique from his father, he is tall, strong and ripped. His favorite colors are red and blue, but in terms of clothing he prefere more dark looking types.

His dress theme in general consist of red leather jacked, black fingerless gloves and brown or black leather pants with leather boots. When he is ready for adventure or takes on a job, he would always wear those clothes. Rarely when he chills he could be seen wearing form-fitting clothes and sportswear, which accent on his physique and last but not on importance, his special gift from his love Sophia. Silver necklace with a pure silver Fairy Tail crest charm hooked onto it. Crested into the metal charm there was a snowflake and his name on it. He could be seen with it practically everywhere, only to take it off when he showers.

PERSONALITY
confident l distinctive l rebellious l optimistic l fearless l
adventurous l friendly l reliable l helpful l stubborn

Oliver is extremely easygoing and carefree, quite literally laughing in the face of any danger. He's courageous, outgoing, and an overall great guy to be around. His personality can easily be described as the "restless little puppy". Even durning his childhood he was restless and adventurous, always wanting to see action. He doesn't let depression get him down for long, nor does his expect anyone to feel bad for him. When someone else is down, Oliver does what he can to lift their spirits, and if not that, offer support in any other way he can. He have a well-developed value system and live his live in accordance with what he feel is right. More about his traits is that he is really confident and stubborn, his way is always the right way and he always tend to stick to things until they are completely done.

When it comes to girls, however, Oliver is anything but shy. It wouldn't take him long to instantly flirt with one, given they were the proper age to, of course. Because of this, he can sometimes come off as a bit cocky, though it's never intended to be in a negative light.

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MAGIC



Magic: Ice-Make Magic
Type: Caster
Element: Ice
Description:
The ice element is known to mankind as one of the most versatile elements in the history of magic. Ice-Make is a type of Molding Magic, which utilizes the element of ice and give its user the ability to shape that magic into variety of objects for either Offensive, Defensive or Supplementary purposes. To this day, there are two known types of Ice-Make styles. The first one is called “Static” and is characterized by the creation of inanimate objects, while the second is called “Dynamic” and focuses on creating animated objects, usually in the forms of animals.

Strengths:
The major strength of the ice element will always lay in its freezing potential, having the ability to turn everything that comes in contact, into ice. What can be frozen depends on the user’s own ability and if the user is strong enough, he could even freeze a burning fire, or change the weather itself. On the other side the Make Magic is characterized for its creativity, giving its users the big advantage, to create various amounts of creations, purely made out from ice and use them.

Weaknesses:
The ice element alone is considered by many to be the worst of all types defensively. It is a solid state element, it only resist itself and its immune to freezing. Most of its attacks require direct contact with the enemy in order to freeze. The greatest weakness will always be the fire element. Ice can easily be outpowered by fire, with the ability to quickly melt all the ice generated by the user and reverse the chilly environment to normal, fire has proved itself as the biggest enemy of ice.

HISTORY

Oliver was born and raised in a large family of archaeologists in the capital of Fiore. Although he was never interested in the family business, he knew all the secret archaeological findings and items stored in home, he even had a favorite item, an old rusty book that told the story of a great wizard, fighting against dragons. No, no ...it was not his favorite because of the story, his kiddish eyes were open only for the nice looking dragon pictures, he was kinda obsessed sometimes, talking all about dragons and fairy tails. This was very stressful for his family, they always wanted a strong, smart and confident boy who will inherit the family business, but no... they got an Oli. Oh well, seems like a new child is on schedule...

Childhood story
Oliver is entering an unsupported cemetery, slowly walking amidst endless monuments, small crypts and tombstones. When you look around you can see the darkly brooding sky over darkly, dead landscape. No matter what time of the day it is, it's chilly here, although it is a desert. He kept walking, looking for... something precise. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he knew that it was here somewhere. In front of him soars a medium-large crypt, whose entrance was apparently sealed by a massive stone door. He was feeling light, but urgent invocation from the other side. The tomb attracted him in some way. He listened to its call. Like... it was whispering something. But the words were merging into some unknown language, resembling ghost words, although so far he hasn't talked to one. In fact, did they even exist? Did it matter? Hardly... He had to go inside. He begin to wander around the place and found a small hole on the back of the old structure. He jumped inside and the thick darkness swallowed him, but still somewhere in front some gray light was Illuminating the place, and served as a guide. Step by step... it seemed odd now, that when he was inside, the crypt seemed to extend for miles, although from the outside it seemed so small. The boy reached a staircase that leads down. It has no railings and below extends only darkness. He descended gently on it, but nothing happened. Below, shortly after the last step a widespread underground lake with dark and smooth as a mirror surface appeared. It brimmed light. A lacrima ? The stairs continued into the lake, but the young man was full of determination and made a step forward... or rather down.. The water was ice cold. His whole body shuddered. Strange, but his movements did not cause ripples on the surface of the water. New step. All his muscles seemed relaxed. Water has reached to his chest. A second later and he dived into the mirror surface. He could see it clearly now, it was a lacrima! a white-blue looking one. She was pulsing strongly... what a sensation. The dark haired boy swiftly grabbed the lacrima and got out of the water. He couldn't believe that those fairy tale stories were actually truth.

On the very next day... the jukes:

Two years prior to becoming a mage
Years passed and his lacrima was stolen by an "unknown" stranger! Anyway the boy was already walking on the path of magic. "I wan't to become a great mage and help people, just like the one in my books" He taught, reading the newest weekly sorcerer magazine issue, filled with all those mages.