█ NAME Oliver █ ALIAS N/A █ DATE OF BIRTH December 21 █ SEXUALITY Questioning █ OTHER I don't know what I'm doing
There's something just off about Oliver. While mellow and cordial, the boy often comes across as detached. He rarely exhibits more than a mild expression, whether it be a slim smile or a weak pout. In fact, he projects an aura of perpetual enervation, only showing the barest hints of emotions when pressed. Perhaps the bandages gaudily wrapped around most of his form might hold a hint or three, not that he seems particularly comfortable with letting anyone near them.
Oliver's history is murky at the best, marked by a distinct lack of detailed records and official documentation. It's almost as though his past has been deliberately obscured, and the boy's tight-lipped responses when the topic is broached does not help matters in the slightest. How a multilingual, foreign child has even found himself under the collective care of a parish church is still a mystery, and one that Oliver doesn't seem too eager to help anyone solve. He now shrugs his way through life no matter the circumstances, singing for a local children's choir in his spare time.