Rumpleton Village - Olivier

|Name| Olivier (Oli-vieh) Wilhelmus
|Gender| Male
|Age| Will say he’s 31.
|Sexuality| Shopping
|Species| Definitely human, no doubts. Really. Ain't lyin'.
|Job| Merchant/Trader

|Weight| 75 kg // 165 lbs
|Height| 180 cm // 6’
|Body-type| Slender, just a tad on the thicker side with broad shoulders.

|Personality|  
(Naive) Has good business sense and knows how to tell a swindler apart from a genuine merchant, but otherwise is a poor judge of character and trusts far too easily. Is one to fall easily for first impressions as well.

(Suave) Charismatic and smooth enough to ensure and maintain good trade connections and reputation, but when one starts to know him they’d probably stop referring to him as a smart, successful merchant and more of an adult child.

(Spendthrift) Terrible with money, he tends to spend a bit too much on useless, one-time luxury goods or expensive trinkets here and there that interest him but do nothing else. Also has no sense of where the line is at treating someone to something. Olivier has shopping issues.

(Gallant) Has a slightly chauvinistic view on women. He has the impression that their minds are fickle, fragile things (as the collective mentality of the 18th century says) and treats them especially well. Also has a code on how others should behave around them. Olivier won’t say what they can’t or shouldn’t do, but will certainly take up any chance to be a knight in shining armor.

(Ambitious/Perfectionist) When he does something, he will certainly put in a degree of effort. And once he starts something, he will finish it. Anything in his way be damned. If something goes wrong, you can be sure he'd make up for it one way or another. You can imagine spring cleanings.

(Affable) Olivier is like your neighbour/uncle next door who has absolutely nothing to do, throws parties left and right and offers to hang with you everyday. He has a generally lighthearted approach to life and it's something that shows even without talking to him. He tries to not let anything get him down, but some subjects do get under his skin.

(Vain) Not to an embarrassing extent, but it's still there. Olivier absolutely refuses to get dirty or ragged looking (unless its for a lady). He usually wears grand (but sometimes impractical) clothes that may or may not fit the situation at hand and does like to check out his reflection here and there. Also takes an hour every morning to do his hair.

|Likes/Dislikes|
 +Looking smug at his best
 +His reflection
 +His lucky cravat. It has an “OW” embroidered on it somewhere.
 +Morning strolls
 +All kinds of Tea times you can have in one day
 +Collecting trinkets and the occasional fancy looking armor/weapon.
 +Syllabubs (A creamy alcoholic drink) 
 -Getting told he is acting/looking strange in any way
 -Cats, they don’t like him and he don’t like them.
 -So much as even suggesting he’s not human will anger him.
 -The smell of the fish market
 -Having to clean his chimney, he’s gotten stuck up there more than once

|History| 
Olivier hadn't had an outstanding birth. He was born into an incredibly mediocre family who led meager lives low on the social hierarchy, surviving on what little their tiny, barren land could manage to grow. He spent the majority of his youth helping out his father on the farm and his mother with the house. This, coupled with the fact they lived far from the nearest town in a fairly out of sight shack, didn't give Olivier much friends, as you could imagine. When Olivier was 12, the family was delighted with the arrival of another member- a girl whom they named Eleanor. Unfortunately, she did not live long enough to be of company to the adolescent Olivier, as the infant soon succumbed to an illness they could not identify nor treat. The rest of his childhood was incredibly nondescript, and is not worth mentioning.

Years later, after both his ailing parents had passed on, an adult Olivier finally decided he would not live such a quiet life anymore. It was lonely there, with no one to live with or talk to, and having to go days without clean water or even a fair amount of harvest was driving him mad. No more, he figured. He won't be living this life anymore. And so he gathered up what little belongings he had and with newfound determination, burnt his old, crumbling shack and his poorly farm to ruin before setting course for town. It was incredibly hard at first, and he had been forced to be homeless for a long while, but eventually he began to manage good connections and slowly yet surely, his own business followed by profit. Olivier eventually found himself living the life he's always dreamed of as a child, and determined to make the most of it, began his worldly travels to see what is beyond his little shacked world and to introduce even more trade to both himself and others. 

At least, this is what Olivier tells people.

|Other|

• Talks to a mirror at home. It's an embarrassing habit.

• His brows have like, two arches.

• Prides himself on his hair.

• Gets seasick easily, too bad sailing is part of his job.

• If you give him a gift, he will return the favour someday. Nevermind you don't want a gift yourself.

• Refuses any help when hurt. His injuries never seem to last for more than a day, anyway.

• His eyes always seem to be glassy, with that extra shine to them.

|RP Preferences| Anywhere and Anything (literally)