Oliver Hamasaki

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Intermediate Psychic · Summoning · Invulnerability · None

About Me

Quick Stats

Name: Oliver
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 37 (July 4th)
Height: 6'3 (Muscular)
Hair: Black, neat, never messy
Eyes: Dark Brown
Blood Type: B Negative
Residence Location: Larkspur
Occupation Location: Larkspur

Occupation: Bodyguard and Driver
Vehicle: Black Bentley Flying Spur V8 S

Psychic Stats

Age Abilities Appeared: 14
Eye Color: Silver
First Ability: Summoning
Second Ability: Invulnerability
Third Ability: None

Power Description
Oliver is able to summon objects of varying size to his side- and can only summon them within ten feet of himself in any direction. He can also only summon things if he know's exactly where they are; this means he knows where it is elsewhere in the world, or he can see them.
As for his invulnerability, Oliver can harden his skin to impact in small sections. This is a newer ability and he has yet to manage a full body protection. It takes him at least two seconds to move the area of invulnerability and takes sufficient concentration and energy. He can not summon while using this power.

Vampire Stats

Age Turned:
Eye Color: N/A
Level: N/A
First Ability: None
Second Ability: None
Animal Form: N/A
Group: N/A
Rank: None
Role: None


Power Description

Were Stats

Age Turned:
Eye Color: N/A
Sex: Male
Species: N/A
Level: N/A
Group: N/A
Rank: None
Role: None


Animal Description

Appearance

Somewhere between big bad bouncer, boy next door, and underwear model, Ollie keeps him self fit. He cares about his appearance less to seem attractive, and more to seem professional in the eyes of his employer. His dark eyes are always focused, his skin clean and shaven at all times- even his nails are manicured (simply because it's all about hygiene... riiight). Oliver keeps his hair short, and styled, never leaving the house without some sort of product in it. His style is both professional and classy; opting to wear business attire including tie to see to his duties. He wears his gold, leather band watch on his left, stands with his polished shoes shoulder width apart, and his left hand clasped over his write wrist. His body is firm, and muscular thanks to his rigorous exercise and personal training with sparring instructors from various martial arts. His job is his life, and he needs to make sure that he not only looks the part, but he also is capable.
Under his clothes he has scars- a lot of them. His hip has surgery scars fromwhere the doctors had to go in and reform his hip bone, his back and legs are riddled with shrapnel scars, and despite his best attempts to mask it, when he gets fatigued, he has a limp that favours his right side, though it his hardly noticeable.

Personality

As a child, Oliver was bubbly, excitable and optimistic. Now, as an adult, Oliver is quiet, subdued, professional at all costs, and very no nonsense. He is deathly loyal to a fault, somewhat naive, and oblivious to social queues, and is very task oriented.
Romantically, Oliver has some luck, but that's less to do with romance, and more to deal with physical... necessity. He's never held a serious relationship longer than four months, and has never felt love- and yet, never wonders if that's something that is wrong.
He has a taste for wines, expensive cars, and well made suits, along with weapons, martial arts, and rough sex. It takes a lot to elevate his heart rate, many ex's claiming that he's a robot with no interest or emotional connection to the world around him- he disagrees. He just finds most people dull.

History

Born and raised in Los Angeles to an FBI agent (father, second generation American), and a school teacher, Oliver was raised mostly by his American mother. He was an only child, and generally lived a normal life, playing with friends, scraping his knees, being read to bed by mom. It wasn't until he was 14 that something changed. He and his mother were in a pileup on the highway, his mother unconscious in the driver seat next to him. He was stuck in the seat, his seat belt cutting painfully into the side of his neck, where he still today carries a faint scar (unless you know it's there, you can't tell). He was frantically trying to escape, smelling smoke and feeling heat in the engine in front of him. People were screaming from the other crashed cars and sirens sounded far away. He screamed in frustration, grasping around for anything in the car that could cut him loose. He thought about his small swiss army knife his dad got him for his birthday, how he usually carried it with him, but that day left it on the third shelf of his book case, next to the fourth harry potter book. Suddenly there was a weight in his hand. There it was. The knife! He didn't know or care how it happened. He cut himself loose and managed to cut his mother loose too. She wasn't waking up no matter what he tried, and the doors were all jammed closed. He began kicking at the windows frantically, and finally a fire fighter got to him. They broke the back window and helped him crawl out before attempting to rescue his mother.
Within four minutes of him getting to the ambulance, the car had exploded. Seven people died, including a fireman, and his mother.

His father drank heavily after that, blaming himself for not being there. Oliver blamed both his father and himself for not being able to save his mom. He swore he'd never let someone die like that again. At seventeen he began training to be a fireman, to help rescue people from accidents like that. The army recruited him, promising to fulfill his goals. He stayed with the Military, serving two tours in Afghanistan before being shipped out for one final tour that would once more change his life.

In Afghanistan, he developed a reputation. Not only was he a beast in hand-to-hand combat, being trained in Muay Thai, Krav Maga, and Kickboxing, but he was also a guardian angel for his squad, pulling their asses out of the fire when things got too hot. He often helped their medic with the little stuff, wanting to do anything he could to protect his men. There was nothing he could do however when his caravan hit an IED. Of everyone, somehow... he was the only survivor. The wounds he sustained were still life threatening, but the superficial wounds didn't cut so deep; bones broke where they should have shattered, joints sprained where they should have separated. All in all, Oliver was in a medically induced coma for three weeks, having been airlifted back to the US. When he finally woke, his father was there, looking worse for wear- and for the first time since his mothers death, Ollie was happy to see him.
It took another year and a half of rehabilitation to get Oliver out of the medical system, and off the pain killers, and another year and a half to get him almost back to where he had been physically before. His personality received some pretty extreme damage, though he rejected the thought that he may have PTSD. He longed to get back to service, to help protect his country... but he was denied. His risk of PTSD was far to high, even if he didn't show immediate signs of it. His father hooked him up with a protection agency, which eventually landed him in his current job. Rich kid babysitter.

Of his time serving the King family, Oliver has slowly become more attached. He respects Adam King to the utmost, and often gets frustrated with Yujin. Especially as of late. The young man suffered some emotional injuries at the end of high school, and during a camping trip in which Oliver chaperoned the young King boys, Yujin was hurt by an otter while Oliver was not at his side. Ollie has been angry about this, though he does not show it, and now his charge has been locking himself away in his room, being rather stubborn if not impossible to talk to.

Other

Face Claim: Hideo Muraoka

Has Claustrophobia due to a run in with vampires that could manipulate air. More specifically fear of suffocation

Oliver Hamasaki's Awards

You're Adopted
You're Adopted
October 09, 2019 at 9:03 PM
Workin’ On My Fitness
Workin’ On My Fitness
July 06, 2019 at 9:00 PM
Can You Bend the Spoon?
Can You Bend the Spoon?
July 06, 2019 at 8:59 PM
  • You're Adopted
    You're Adopted
    October 09, 2019 at 9:03 PM
    Workin’ On My Fitness
    Workin’ On My Fitness
    July 06, 2019 at 9:00 PM
    Can You Bend the Spoon?
    Can You Bend the Spoon?
    July 06, 2019 at 8:59 PM