Post by Oliver Vail on Jul 14, 2015 3:06:26 GMT
OLIVER VAIL
General Personality:
One word has been consistently thrown Oliver's way in his life time; immature. No matter what age he had been, Oliver was always around young kids in the foster care system. Trying to eliminate some of the lonely feelings from them, he was constantly playing with the children. Even when he'd gotten to old to do so, he was running around playing hide and seek or tag. It was just a huge bonus that he enjoyed games so much.
Oliver has a very strong dislike for authority figures, almost always doing the opposite of what they say. It's amazing he's even able to keep a job. If he wasn't hired for so cheap, he'd probably already been fired just for making dumb jokes or mocking the boss. Oliver loves to move around. Sitting still is not something he's capable or doing for too long. He's also not very good with having too many responsibilities outside of work, and has forgotten to eat far too many times while playing videogames. He's also terrible with money, putting wants above basic needs at times.
When he's excited, he often shows it a little too much. He's quick to get into a hyper mood, and he really enjoys being weird. He can laugh for hours at something really unimportant. Late night conversations when everyone is half asleep, yet unable to sleep, are his favorites. It's when people start to get giggly and extremely random.
Deep down, there's a side of Oliver that he isn't really willing to show others. A big part of him just feels like a waste of space. He feels insignificant in such a big world, knowing he'll never have anyone in his life he's able to call his own. His parents never wanted him, his friends are always out-growing him mentally, and love is something he's sure he's never going to even come close to. The feeling of being unwanted eats at him.
History:
After being cursed with the rest of the Enchanted Forest, Nibs was given fake memories of a life he never actually lived in Strorybrooke. To him, they all feel as real as real could get. Oliver never knew his parents and was thrown into foster care shortly after he was being born. He lived in many different homes, each one more horrible than the last. When he was sixteen, he'd left it all behind. He ran away to a town called Storybrooke, where he managed to get away with living off the streets for nearly two months before getting a job at a flower shop called Game of Thorns. It wouldn't have been his first choice, nor would it had ever been his second, but it was the only place who actually gave a kid off the streets a chance.
Working there, he also got help from one of his co-workers to sign up for programs that would help him find an apartment and pay his rent. He managed to find the cheapest way to live, which was fantastic considering how bad he was at handling money. Twenty-eight years have gone and passed, but Oliver hadn't noticed any of them. Much like his time he couldn't remember from Neverland, he still hasn't aged a day either.
Fairy Tale History: Just because Neverland is what Zephyr calls home doesn't mean that's where he originated from. He was born in the Enchanted Forest to a middle aged bar wench and her drunk of a husband. Even when mother's hated their children during pregnancy for making their hormones insane and all the other fun stuff that comes with it, the majority of them ended up loving their children more than anything else in the world by the time they arrived. Zephyr wasn't so lucky. When he arrived in the world, his mother hated him more than anything. She despised him, considering him a burden. She had to take double shifts just to feed the child, and some times she didn't even bother taking care of his hunger at all. Zephyr's mother allowed him to starve on occasion if it meant she was able to get her hair done for some event. Of course, she always made sure there was at least enough food on the table for her and her husband.
Zephyr had always considered his father far worse than his mother. Not only was he a loud and obnoxious drunk, but he was the angry type on top of that. His anger led to violence. The only thing his mother appreciated about her son was the fact that her husband now had someone else to abuse and take his anger out on. She often used him as a meat sheild, throwing him under the bus if her husband was on her about something. If the house was a mess because she'd rather spend her time doing other things, she'd blame it on her devil of a kid. Zephyr remembered countless nights hiding in the broom closet just to keep his father from locking him in the cupboard.
Eventually, Zephyr grew too large to be shoved into small spaces for punishment. This just made his father angrier which in terms led to more frequent violent outburst. Only now if he pissed his father off, he'd earn a slap from his mother as well. Given all of the bruises and pain inside of his heart, Zephyr hated his parents with a burning passion. There had been countless nights where he would lay in bed pondering ways in which he could murder them. They had really done a number on his mind growing up, making him feel so utterly useless that he could barely stand himself. Even though he was of age, his parents convinced him that he couldn't make it in the real world. They told him he was too pathetic, and he believed them. It wasn't like anyone had ever told him anything to make him think otherwise.
One night while laying in bed, feeling lonelier than ever, a sound caught Zephyr's attention. It was music coming from a flute of some kind. Letting it sink in, he became entracnted. Without even realizing his was doing it, Zephyr got up and wondered out into the streets. He followed the music all the way back to a large bonfire where it seemed a party of some sort was going on. He had never been to a party, and he stood there with an astonishing look on his face until a boy, slightly older than him, held out a mask for him to take. It was a white rabbit. The face of it was far more vicious than you would expect from such a timid creature. The kid then asked for his name, and Zephyr paused for a long moment before responded. The boy gave him a look that Zephyr knew he would never forget before laughing and explaining that name was far too silly. "I think I'm going to call you Nibs." Accepting the wonders in front of him, Zephyr found himself putting on the mask and joining the other boys to dance around the fire while Peter Pan continued to play the Pan flute. His real name became unimportant to him. He had completely begun to redefine himself as Nibs.
Just afterwards, Peter Pan took them all away to a place called Neverland. From then on, Nibs vowed that he was never returning home. He had found something in the free spirits of the other boys, and slowly began to gain confidence. His scared and timid personality transformed into a more playful and some-what destructive kind. Though he was nineteen, he never mentioned it to Pan or the others in fear that it might have been an age to be rejected by the youthful spirits. Since no one aged in Neverland, he never had to worry about getting old quicker than the rest, so their were no suspicions. In his mind, he had been able to hear the flute so he must have belonged. If Pan knew of his age, he didn't speak of it either.
Years and years passed, and soon Nibs just lost track of time all together. He had no reason to care about it anymore, and he just continued to spend his days wild and free if he wasn't doing Pan's bidding. As far as he was concerned, his life was perfect even if the other boys didn't quite feel the same. Many of them were always whining, wanting to go home. Nibs couldn't figure out why anyone would want to go back to their parents. He assumed everyone's were as terrible as his own. It didn't even dawn on him that some of them were only feeling unloved enough to hear Pan's flute for dumb reasons like not getting any sweets before bed.
Some time later, Pan started talking about someone called "The True Believer." Years after that, Pan sent Nibs back into the Enchanted Forest for the first time. He didn't want to go, but he also didn't want t defy Pan. His task was to find a the boy that held the heart he was seeking. He was given an image to go off of, and nothing more. The only reason Pan sent Nibs instead of one of the others was because he knew that he was among those that would actually return to him. Unfortunately, that never happened. After just a short amount of time in the Enchanted Forest, Nibs fell victim to a curse and was sent into Storybrooke, robbed of all of his memories.
