Post by Oliver Aaron Wolfe on Dec 18, 2013 13:34:08 GMT -5
OLIVER AARON WOLFE
FULL NAME: Oliver Aaron Wolfe
NICKNAMES: Oli
AGE: twenty nine
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: NYPD Detective
HAIR: Dark brown hair that he tries to keep short but still long enough to run his fingers through when he’s stressing. If any, he runs a brush through and maybe a small bit of styling product for hold. He tries to not mess with it much, though before he joined the Navy, he tried growing it out once, and has chosen to never do it again.
EYES: Hazel.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: One on his right side and one on his right thigh from his mission gone awry. Others from missions, boyhood fun and games and a lovely looking gash barely visible now on his left shoulder from when he thought it was a good idea to jump from his garage roof onto the trampoline the family had in the yard. He managed to hook himself on a spring and tore the skin pretty good.
TATTOOS: Oliver has a gecko curved around half his right nipple, a sun like design curved around half his left nipple. He had a lower back piece done, that wraps around to just be visible in the front while he and his team were stationed in Hawaii for three months back when he was twenty seven. He also has a rendition of H.R. Geiger's Illuminatus on his right bicep/shoulder and on his left bicep/shoulder he has mural of sorts, with a meditating deity sitting over a lotus flower with serpents slithering about.
PIERCINGS: N/A.
PLAY-BY: Alex O’Loughlin!
LIKES: Jogging, training, strong coffee, comedy movies, the park, outdoors, camping, police work, travelling, tattoos, intelligent women, popcorn, cooking, red licorice, Thai food, pizza, saltwater taffy, dogs, lizards, H. R. Giger, Rock Climbing, diving, swimming, exploring caves, puzzles, camp fires, fireplaces, books, cabins, tea
DISLIKES: Hospital visits, shrinks, medications, action movies, paperwork, boredom, his night terrors, being stuck indoors, mustard, cold cases, owls, drinking too much, crime scenes, talking about himself, bimbos, arrogant people, reassuring his sister and mother a million times that he’s alright, knowing he can’t tell his family anything about his past missions, black licorice, chocolate, olives, hospital food, clingy girls, too much makeup on women
FEARS: Someone finding out what his limp is from and getting fired, owls, never settling down and starting a family.
SECRETS: Because of his accident, Oliver walks with a slight limp. It’s hardly noticeable but when it does happen to be caught, he jokes about an old sports injury. He doesn’t want anyone to know the truth for fear of getting fired for it.
PERSONALITY: Oliver is a fairly private person. He’ll tell only what he needs to. But that’s not all who he is; that’s his training taking over. Being a Navy SEAL is pretty much everything the man was, still is in some ways. His friends and family always come first; he’ll be the first on scene if a call comes in. He’s very much the reliable guy everyone needs in their corner. He’s a sweet when it all boils down, loyal to the core. There’s nothing that could stop him from helping people. After his accident, Oliver took some time to relax and figure things out; which is how he found himself doing what he’s done since he was eighteen on a very much smaller scale. He’s scarred in more ways than the physical. He’s these terrible night terrors that wake him in the dead of night. The doctors at the Veteran’s hospitals say it’s a form of PTSD. He believes them but still doesn’t take anything to treat it. He’d taken his fair share of medications during his stay in hospital that he doesn’t need any more. Oliver is compassionate having known compassion in hospital from the nurses who helped treat him. Athletic is too soft a word for Oliver and his personal training regimen. Once a SEAL, always a SEAL, workouts included. He’s tough as nails with suspects but can easily find a smile and nice word for the victims and family members. He is by no means an angel, but he’s done his share of good things to make the world a better place; but no one will know his name. He’s quite the temper on him but it rarely makes an appearance, all that training has taught him how to hold that anger close and shut it down.
MOTHER: Rachel Yvette Wolfe & 58.
FATHER: Nathan Meyers Wolfe & 61.
SIBLINGS: Elizabeth Marianne Wolfe & 32.
OTHERS: None he can freely speak of
PETS: Tango & German Sheppard!
HOMETOWN: Grand Rapids, Michigan.
HISTORY: Oliver’s birth was a happy occasion for parents, Nathan and Rachel Wolfe. She had been told for so long that she couldn’t have children of her own. The news had broken both of their hearts, but they didn’t let it get them down, they chose to adopt a little girl. When the paperwork and everything was finalized, their little girl was six months old. The birth mother spoke to them through the agency about the baby’s name. She was happy that her daughter would be going to a loving family and since she would not have any ties to the child after the birth, she wanted them to name her. They named her Elizabeth. A few years later, Rachel was getting sick all the time, she wasn’t able to keep any food down at all and she had the weirdest cravings. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything of it, odd cravings were nothing new for her, so she ignored it and continued on as she pleased.
Three months after Elizabeth’s third birthday, Rachel was in even worse pains than before, practically doubled at the waist it had hurt so badly. Without a second thought, Nathan packed his wife and daughter up in the car and rushed to the hospital. The doctor ran some tests but he was already fairly certain of the diagnosis; Rachel was pregnant and in labour. She and Nathan had tried everything to conceive but all the doctors they went to said it just wasn’t possible, so they had given up on that option. So it had never occurred to her that her moods, her nausea or her cravings were symptoms of pregnancy. To say that Oliver was a surprise would be an understatement. He was more than that; he was a miracle, a blessing.
Despite his very surprising arrival, Oliver was a healthy baby boy and hardly ever got sick growing up. He was active and he hated school, like every other kid his age. When he was older, he got into more clubs around school. And history classes really grabbed him; and more importantly, hearing about the brave men and women who served for their country. The stories of what one group in particular did caught his attention the most and after researching what it would take, started training for it. When he was eighteen, Oliver joined the US Navy and nearly immediately started the long process and training to become a SEAL. It was a long process, he had to prove his worth and that took a very long time. When he was twenty-four, he got where he wanted to be and spent the next five years on mission after mission, assignment after assignment with the same group of guys.
These men were Oliver’s best friends and brothers. Always there for each other, Oliver would do anything for those men and the feeling was mutual throughout the group. Oli would have stayed a Navy SEAL until he couldn’t be one anymore due to his age, but that just wasn’t in the cards for him. On an assignment, the group was given wrong information, and their mission was botched. The team was ambushed by a group of men that weren’t even supposed to be there. Taken by surprise but not defeated, Oliver and his men did what they did best and got through those defenses. With the job nearly done, they were making their way back to the meeting point when Oliver and Josh, his partner on this assignment, were caught by a couple guards and shots were fired. There wasn’t any place to hide in the hallway and Oliver got shot; once on the right side, missing any major organs and once in his right thigh, close but just barely missing the major artery. He managed to get a couple rounds off himself before he fell.
The rest of the night is still a bit of a blur to Oliver. He knows Josh took down the other guard and carried him to safety. He still isn’t sure how he survived but he woke up a week or so later in hospital and attached to tubes he didn’t much care for. He wanted to get a clean bill of health and start training again but the damage was done and it was out of the question. He was honourably discharged, though once a SEAL, always a SEAL. And after thinking about it, he agreed that it was time for a change of scenery. After being cleared from hospital, Oliver packed up his things on base and moved to New York. The city had always intrigued him and he wanted to see if he could live there. With a recommendation from his superiors, Oliver landed a position on the NYPD as a detective. It was what he wanted and he liked what he did. He was still doing what he had always done, only on a smaller scale.!
YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: KimmieStoleThem.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the back of a deceptively little blue box.
SAMPLE:I think not!!
