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【Name】 Oliver Finn Leary
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【Nickname(s)】 Scarecrow
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【Eye Color】 Pale blue, almost white
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First Meeting
The smell of blood was all around him, but he knew not of what it was or that his family was being slaughtered. He was only two years old, and the world he knew was nothing but sound. His blind eyes saw nothing. The sounds that surrounded him; the screams, the growls, the pain filled whimpers and moans, terrified him. It was a terror that froze him to the core so that not even his jaw muscles would work to release the scream that so badly wanted to escape him. It became worse when those sounds stopped. All he could hear now was slow, heavy breathing, the sound growing louder as whatever it was grew closer until hot breath gusted his face. The heat of the breathing grew unbearably close. Even at his age, he knew it should have been the end, but nothing happened for a full minute. Suddenly, warm, furry arms picked him up, and he was forced to go wherever this creature was taking him.
Summary
A curious and happy child, he was given the name Oliver by the werewolf that killed his family. He lived a solitary life with the older man, named Donavin, but that did not bother him. He was content to stay in the cabin with the occasional ventures outdoors when his 'father' was able to take him out. His days were spent reading after Donavin took the time to learn and teach him braille, and his nights were spent cuddled up next to his father who usually smelled of blood - a smell he still had no clue what it meant, but to him it was comforting.
Oliver could not ask for more in his content life, but that life could not last. One night while cuddling, his father pushed him into hiding on the side of the chair farthest from the door. Knowing he was suppose to stay there no matter what, he did just that, even when the room was filled with the sounds of footsteps, yelling, then gunshots. The sounds ended, and after a minute of silence and being unable to wait any longer, he crawled back onto the chair and into the lap of his father, the smell he had come to love filling his nose. The next thing he knew, he was being pulled away from his dead father, and no amount of kicking and screaming could bring him back to the safety of the blood soaked man.
The next three weeks were spent refusing to speak or listen to anyone, but eventually he came out from behind his wall. He learned that the man he had come to know as his father had killed over a hundred people, including his birth family. At first he had trouble grasping all of this, but as he grew older he came to understand and even accept all he learned. Even knowing all he did, he still loved the man who had taken him in, and it would always hurt knowing he would never be with him again.
One of the things he learned was that as a child, his father's only friend had been a priest. Donavin spoke to that priest before his death, and following a last request, the priest adopted Oliver. It took awhile for him to get used to everything, but Oliver came to enjoy living with the Father and learning all he could. He not only took on school subjects, but he also learned about being a priest. It was what he wanted to be when he grew up, he decided.
His decision became reality, and with this faith he found he had more sight than most of those that could see. His God showed him everything he needed.
With his priesthood came challenges. The first challenge came with who he decided to preach to. He chose to visit prison and visit with inmates. Thanks to his father, he understood evil actions in a way that most could not, and he felt everyone deserved a chance to cleanse themselves. This was not always easy, but it was fulfilling. There were times when the inmates caused trouble or even tried to hurt him, finding him an easy target due to his blindness, but some of them were also fond of him and affectionately gave him the nickname of Father Scarecrow due to his straw-like hair and unsettling gaze.
The second challenge came when he was visiting, not a prison, but an asylum. There he was met with a catatonic teen, Achmetha, who reacted to nothing, yet when he touched him, the boy turned his head and smiled. This was promising, so he continued to visit with Achmetha. It took months to get more of a reaction from him, but with time the boy began to move more and even began to speak. A year later, Oliver took the teenager home with him, and Achmetha's recovery sped up thanks to feeling safe in the church.
A new challenge was now presenting itself. A bloodsucking monster born of evil that was hellbent on destroying all that was good and pure. He knew he had to destroy this evil, but there was also his acolyte to keep safe, so it was not going to be easy. He could not see, and Achmetha was young and vulnerable, but he would not lose faith, and he would win.
The true test had begun.
Relationships
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Achmetha [ Friend ]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam pharetra elit dui, id faucibus erat mattis vel. Proin tincidunt id magna ut egestas. Quisque at sodales eros, non sagittis nibh. Donec semper magna at nisl fringilla, ac aliquam lorem laoreet. Suspendisse a massa tortor. Phasellus maximus nunc vitae pulvinar suscipit. Etiam ullamcorper, risus ac lobortis semper, ante nibh consectetur metus, maximus iaculis sapien elit eu libero. Nulla sit amet justo dui. Maecenas malesuada turpis ac blandit viverra. |
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