Oliver Hannibal

[attr="class","appcontent2"]It all depends on which Oliver you want to know, to best judge his personality. For instance, the Oliver that had his own body was mischievous, daring, flirty, outgoing and extremely loyal. However, the Oliver today, the one that's been reborn into another's body, is cautious, quiet, serious and, at times, downright terrifying. Along with losing his body, he seems to have lost who he was and has since, become someone else whether its from the taint of his new body's old soul or it's his true self since he's no longer connected to Kaia. He certainly doesn't like the idea of being indebted to Loki for the rest of his existence but he certainly does like some of the things he makes him do, even if it's killing his own kind. Kaia had never really held him on a leash; he'd always been free to do as he pleased but he'd spent his entire vampire life doing everything that would please her versus the things he wanted for himself. This new experience is truly eye opening to Oliver who had never really spent some time for himself. He's been able to establish a life for himself but always at the beck and call of Loki whenever he needs him. Oliver has since learned not to question the demon about his motives but finds it hard to relinquish the fact that Loki's plans include turning the mortal realm into a world where Magik and Demons reigned supreme, especially when he knows that Kaia and his son still live in this world.

Since moving to Vegas, Oliver has since learned of Kaia's presence in the city and has done all he could to mask his own name and presence, finding it difficult to face her. He constantly fights with himself on running back into her arms or punishing her for what she'd done to him, which he knows comes from the taint on his mind. For now, he's decided to lay low and play along with Loki and see what happens...

[attr="class","appcontent2"]Oliver's history is... complicated, to say the least. Of course, like anyone else, it started out normal. Born into a poverty stricken Celtic family in London, Oliver was born into a life of hardships. At a young age, he had to help his family survive by farming all summer and hunting all winter. He grew up with two younger sisters and an older brother who had left home long ago. His father was a blacksmith, creating weapons made of iron that had only recently been introduced into the art of war. While his father was always working, it was Oliver's job to make sure his family was well cared for by tending the gardens and hunting for skins and meat to help buy the supplies his father needed. It was also around this time that the Roman's had control over the Southern lands of England while most of England's people, including Oliver and his family, were Druid. It was common for Roman troops to march into their village and cause pure destruction; burning of houses, rape of the women and the murder of children. It was with these early memories burned into his head that Oliver grew up with the need to fight back, to drive out the Romans and reclaim their lands. When he turned eighteen, he followed in the footsteps of his older brother and left home, choosing to join forces with a Druid King who was still fighting back the Romans. With his skills as an archer, he was quickly brought into the army and he saw battle almost right away. At first, the smell of the rotting corpses and the spray of blood on his face terrified him but as he continued to fight for his King, he grew used to it and that quickly made him a formidable opponent. Even with the rise of iron weaponry and armor, Oliver still tended to keep to his traditional leather gear and his bow and arrows.

He assumed he would die, one day, in battle without so much as leaving a legacy behind but little did he know how much his whole life was about to change. The King's army rode up on a Roman camp just outside London. However, instead of attacking, the Kind ordered some of his soldiers, including Oliver, to stake out the camp and glean Intel before they attacked. It was at this point, Oliver learned about the woman in the tent staked further away from the main camp. She was bound to a stake in the ground by silver chains and they had even erected a cross before her, as if to ward her off. He learned from the Roman solders that they had found her on the road and she'd been found out to be a vampire, a supernatural creature that was quickly becoming a plague throughout Europe. Finding himself intrigued by the woman, he couldn't help but keep an eye on her. For days, she didn't move or even open her eyes. She simply sat tied to the stake, as still as death. Several times, Oliver debated with himself on rushing in and freeing but his sense of fear and wonder were two opposing forces and they both kept him back. But it wasn't until the day the Roman solders erected a stake in the middle of their camp and dragged her out did Oliver really decide to do something. And he didn't know why. She'd done nothing for him, nor had she even made any inclination that he'd been near by. But he felt the need to save her and when she stood screaming as her whole body burst into flame, Oliver felt himself moving as if on autopilot. With a few of his friends, they attacked the Roman solders, taking them out one by one until he was able to dive into the flames and cut her free. But, of course, not without his own suffering.

He took her further away from camp where the sounds of fighting could still be heard and quickly opened a vein on his wrist, his body working faster than his brain could keep up; probably to keep himself from stopping himself. He'd heard rumors that vampires were avid blood drinkers and that they had extraordinary healing powers because of this. He was stepping out on a limb but she was going to die if he didn't try something. He pressed his wrist to her charred lips and ordered her to drink. It was almost instantaneous. She came alive immediately, latching needle sharp teeth deep into his skin and he felt himself gasping in response. At first, the initial wound was painful but the more she drank, the more the pain turned into pleasure and his grip around her shoulders tightened as his friends called, retreating as more Roman's appeared. Before his eyes, the woman seemed to shed her charred skin, leaving herself fresh and pink and naked, her clothes having been burnt away in the flames. With a smile, she took his hand and drew him away from the advancing Roman's and away from his friends. It wasn't until his feet began to hurt from the distance they'd run, till she finally stopped, thanking him for saving her and offering him a gift in return as gratitude. Still in a state of intrigue, he quickly agreed to her gift and, before realized what he'd agreed to or what would follow, found himself falling into the stages of becoming a vampire. At first, he'd been alarmed when she'd bit her own wrist and drank her own blood but became ever more so when she pressed her bloodied lips to his own, her own blood rushing into his mouth and down his throat. Never would he have thought he would have died here, like this but she needed little effort to twist his neck and have him fall lifelessly to the ground.

When he awoke, they were in a different place, an abandoned house by the looks of it. In a fire pit on the floor, a merry fire was blazing and a kettle was steaming above it. She was crouched beside the fire, her long black hair catching the light of the flames and her face innocent and beautiful. Oliver didn't even take a moment to realize just how different he felt. Instead, he focused on her. He could feel every part of her and he felt himself instantly obsessed with her. He wanted to touch her, taste her and never leave her side. He managed to get himself to sit up which caught her attention and she quickly came to him, a smile on her face. He felt the same reactions of adrenaline as he had when his heart had still been beating but the sensation was strangely different. Instead of a lust to take her as his own, there was the need to feed, to taste her and to complete his bond. She had allowed him to drink from her and they spend the whole day in each other's arms. Oliver had never felt so alive.

Being immortal, the years seemed to slide by Oliver without so much as a glance back. He forgot his old life, abandoned his family and countrymen and followed Kaia to the ends of the Earth, vowing to never leave her side. Their relationship was... intense and had by far surpassed that of Sire and progeny. However, it wasn't until the late 1400's that things started to change with Oliver. He became more elusive, choosing to go off alone for longer periods than usual and always returning with veiled secrets. On one particular time, he returned looking distraught and confused. He went to Kaia, ready to confess his Sins and revealed to her that he'd made a hybrid with a mortal woman and that he'd made him especially for her, when he couldn't be with her. Of course, Oliver had been dealing with a lot more than just past transgressions. For the past several years, Oliver had begun to experience a strange voice in his head, suggesting things to him he'd otherwise never had done. At times, he found himself blacking out for days, with no memory of what he'd done. He'd gone to Italy with the intent of just getting a bite to eat when he'd attacked the woman, forced her to drink his blood and then raped her all the while, the voice in his head told him he was doing the right thing. But he didn't explain that part to her. Furious, she argued with him that children were not created as playthings for others and that he should take responsibility for the child but Oliver insisted. Overcome with anger and unable to control what she did, Kaia ripped his heart from his chest. Oliver's last memory was the look on Kaia's face, pure astonishment.

He was surprised to find himself awaking again and the person standing over him was certainly someone he didn't know. He felt different, like his body didn't want to cooperate with his brain's demands. And he felt thirsty. He hadn't felt this thirsty since he'd been turned. The man above him introduced himself as Loki and that thanks to him, he'd brought him back to life but with a catch. Though he was alive again, he was no longer in his body since it had long since rotted and disappeared but his soul had been transported into another body. His consciousness had awakened when the host body had died, allowing him to take over. He was still vampire but he was no longer attached to Kaia and he was now owned by this man. He explained that he'd been hunting him for centuries and it had been he who had whispered thoughts into his head and had controlled his actions. He also explained that he planned on taking over the living world and, with his help, was going to bring the world to it's knees.

At first, Oliver had frowned at the very idea of helping this man, Loki but as days passed and he began to grow used to the movements of this new body and revel in the fact that he was alive, he began to feel a sense of atonement towards the man. He had truly been dead, gone from the world he'd been a part of for so long. To gain a second chance was something no vampire had ever been given. He wasn't going to waste it away and felt the need to thank the man who made it all possible. So far, Loki hasn't made him do much of anything too serious. In fact, their relationship was kept secret and he rarely even saw the man, learning to live his own life. But when Loki moved to Vegas, taking him with him, Oliver began to hear a name he couldn't just ignore. Kaia His heart, his real heart, still longer for her, even if she had ripped it from his first body. He wanted to touch her, to prove to himself that this wasn't a dream and he really wasn't back but the other part of him, the part connected to Loki, wants nothing but to show her the same pain she had caused him, in anyway necessary...