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General InformationName: Oleander
Nickname: Oli
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Breed: Russian Don x Irish Sport Horse
Height: 16.2 hh
Level: 10

Affiliation: Cyborg
Position: Leader
Rank: ---

Orientation: Homosexual
Mate: none
Offspring: none

Appearance:
Oli is a gentle looking stallion, with an almost feminine look to his purple eyes. He's strongly built with a graceful, curving neck, and a silver mane that's constantly kept hacked short. His tail is allowed to grow long behind him. Oli's bay roan is smattered with bend-or spots, his legs look as though he's been dipped in paint. Around his hind legs are the only accessories he's allowed himself: two leather strips he found during one of his scavenging sessions ever so long ago. His shoulder and lower neck are draped with the markings of his clan. Overall he's a simple stallion -- at least as far as his appearance goes.

PersonalityAmbitious | Altruistic | Unaffectionate | Brilliant | Independent | Charismatic | Dictatorial | Manipulative | Protective | Unforgiving

AMBITIOUS
Oleander is constantly striving to get farther in life. He's a diligent stallion, hard working, willing to get his hooves dirty. 'Determination' is his middle name. Oli's not content until he's in charge, and will automatically assume a leadership role whenever one is presented. He has a thirst for control and power that has driven him to become the best at what he does in his never-ending climb to reach the top. He's scaled the ranks of the Keeper clan fairly quickly, making his way through apprentice, initiate, and master, and finally to vanguard.

ALTRUISTIC
Oli cares. It sounds like a campaign slogan, but it's true. He has a genuine interest in those around him, and a deep rooted desire to make life better. He's very sensitive to others' needs and wellbeing, and believes in doing everything for the good of the herd, and not just for the wants of the one. He's willing to help and take part in anything from argument settlement to stolen property. The happiness of his herd is his number one priority, and he makes himself available and approachable to all.

UNAFFECTIONATE
Despite the fact that Oli is a genuinely good person, he's not the affectionate type. His personality is dominated by an steadfast collectedness. He has soft eyes, a kind smile, and an encouraging word for everyone. But that's as far as he'll go. He won't touch, and he sure as hell won't cuddle. He doesn't know how to be affectionate. He won't give you a hug or rest his head lovingly on your shoulder, and he won't stand for anyone doing it to him either. He's awkward with touch and affection, and rather than risking getting into those situations, he distances himself from others emotionally. For this reason, it can be very hard to actually get to know him, and his inner circle, the individuals he cares about on a personal level, is not only minuscule but nearly impossible to enter.

BRILLIANT
Despite the fact that Oli's always felt slightly estranged among the Keeper clan, he is undeniably one of them. Oleander grew up nurturing and expanding his mind, training it to think and plan and strategise, and he's become very good at it. He's keen, sharp, and a quick thinker. He's cool and calm in stressful situations, and has a habit of cracking jokes in tense times to try and improve the mood -- they're not often well received. He excels at fighting battles with strategy and solving problems creatively, utilising tools that no one else would ever consider options, much less solutions. He usually makes decisions quickly, sorting through any possible outcome he can fathom and going through them logically. He's not a stallion ruled by his emotions, and though his decisions can at times be questionable, you can trust that they're made to optimise the outcome of every situation.

INDEPENDANT
Oleander needs nobody but himself. Yes, it can get a bit lonely, but he's grown up on his own, and loneliness has become something of a comfort. As much as he loves others, he can get overwhelmed in social situations. So he takes care of himself, and prides himself in the fact that he can succeed without anybody's help. He's a proud stallion, in fact, and doesn't like to accept help unless he asks for it. Help offered is almost always turned away.

CHARISMATIC
Oli is charming and pleasant. He knows what to say to make others feel better; he knows how to cheer them up. When you talk to him, it's as though the whole world has vanished, and there's only you. He makes even the least important person feel like the world revolves around them. People are drawn to him because of this. While he's not exactly flirtatious, he always makes you feel safe and welcome -- unless you catch him at a time when his temper is flaring, and then (though he tries to reel it in) it's every man for himself. Generally speaking though, he's a patient man, and this doesn't happen often. Anger clouds the mind and skews judgement, so he tries to leave as little space for it as possible.

BOSSY
Oleander likes having complete and total power. It's his way or the highway. He is open to ideas and suggestions, but at the end of the day, you're going to be doing what he wants. This has been a problem in the past when working in groups, and he's been chastised many times for being immovable, but that's the way he is. His decisions are usually correct, which is painful to admit, especially when you're the apprentice that he's ruling over with an iron hoof. He believes that strong leadership is necessary in any situation, and disobedience is not tolerated amongst his charges. With those of equal status to himself, where he can do nothing, he sits and fumes, and waits for that beautiful 'I told you so' moment that's almost certainly awaiting them.

MANIPULATIVE
Oli is a strong personality, a good orator, and a charming stallion despite his flaws. He's not above using those things to his advantage. He will manipulate and mould situations (and individuals) to his benefit and the of his herd. He is a protector at heart, and uses all his talents to keep his people safe, no that the execution is a little less than moral.

PROTECTIVE
Everything Oleander does is for the good of his family and friends. If you're lucky enough to be close to him, or to work under him, he'll put a silent claim on you as his own. He will do everything in his power to keep those he cares about safe and secure, and despite his occasional roughness, only wants to make them happy.

UNFORGIVING
Once you're on Oli's blacklist, you're not coming off. You get three strikes and you're out. You've fallen out of favour after two strikes, and he will not speak to you or look at you; he's not graceful when it comes to hiding his displeasure with others. At three strikes, you're out of his life forever, with absolutely no hope of redeeming yourself.

History
Mother: Ladybug (Russian Don)
Father: Cadillac (Irish Sport Horse)
Siblings: n/a

Other important figures: Gardener (keeper master)

Oleander was born and raised in the Keeper clan. His mother and father were young, and the foal was a mistake. But he was loved none the less. Mother, a pretty mare with long legs and a sweet smile, loved him most. She cradled her child, kept him close, sang songs with him and told him stories, taught him how the world worked. Oli remembers the way her voice sang the words to every tale she told, every study she recounted. She taught him human letters, she showed him human devices. She wanted the whole world to be open to her little accident.

His father was a different story. Cadillac was strong and reclusive. He didn't know how to talk to adults, much less foals, and looked at his son through stern violet eyes, a mixture of confusion and regret painted clearly across his strong features. He never cooed at the child, never gave him a fond word, never held him close and told him how much he cared. In fact, the closest thing Oleander ever got to an 'I love you' from his father was: "He's a reasonably bright boy."

All the same, Oli strived to live up to his father's expectations. He excelled at everything -- well, most things. He was intelligent, learned quickly, sucked up knowledge and strategy like a sponge. And like his mother, he was a charmer. He had a laugh that brightened the room and a way of speaking to people that made them love him almost immediately. But there was something slightly off about him. It wasn't just that, like his father, he refused to be touched. Contact made him nervous, uncomfortable. He'd sweat and choke up. He didn't know how to react, and panicked at so much as a shoulder bump. For all that he was adorable and friendly, there was a dark side to him that kept others pushed away.

When he was seven, his father stopped. Just stopped. An tumour, the healer guessed, which had been eating away at his mind for goodness knew how long, leaving him raving like a madman towards the end, talking to shadows and screaming bloody murder at monsters no one else could see. His mother was devastated, and though Oleander was sad at first, it was nothing compared to his mother's torment. His father hadn't lived with them, and in truth, Oli barely knew the man; yes, he'd seen him most days, but the stallion had barely said a sentence to him over the duration of his seven years. He didn't understand why his mother loved him so much. Cadillac was harsh and unfeeling, hardly human at all. And still she wept.

To his relief, she would eventually get over Cadillac's loss, though her pretty eyes would never be as bright and her lovely smile would always hold a hint of sadness to it. But they moved on with their lives. Oleander excelled in strategy and linguistics, but his true passion were the things. Things left behind by the humans of old. He learned everything about them, what they were, how they were presumably used, where they fit into a human's life. It was this love that drove him to become an archaeologist's apprentice. He went out with his master (a reclusive older man with eyebrows that looked like two ferrets hugging his face) and learned about everything from subway tunnels to grocery stores and human dolls.

His apprenticeship ended when he was fifteen. He was officially dubbed an initiate, and he couldn't have been happier. And Mother couldn't have been more proud. It was a wonderful time; he was walking on sunshine wherever he went, finally allowed to take up his own experiments (supervised, of course) and do his own research. Nobody could have seen the dark shadow that loomed over him.

Two months later, his mother passed away. She died in the night, passed away in her sleep. They couldn't have seen it coming. She merely stopped breathing. He doesn't really know what happened, though there was talk of a stroke of some sort. What he does know is that he spent hours that day standing beside her, trying to bring her back with logic and reason: she couldn't possibly be dead; she was far too young. She'd never had any problems before. Any moment now she'd get up and say 'Well Oli, it's time to start the day!" The same as she did every morning for the whole of his life. But she didn't wake up, and he spent the next few weeks in self-imposed solitude.

That next year he focused hard on his studying and his research. Despite the fact that he was well loved, he had few real friends and no family to interrupt him, so he worked, determination flowing through his veins: he was going to make his mother proud. His need for power doubled practically overnight. It wasn't a question anymore: he HAD to be someone. By twenty two he had graduated to master, by twenty six he'd earned the title of Vanguard for his achievements and discoveries concerning human daily household appliances... as well as a few other, far more personal reasons. But it's the appliances that he's most proud of.

Other Information / Random Facts
• TOUCHING ME! Oli does NOT like physical contact. He'll always keep a buffer between himself and everyone else. No one's quite sure why; it's just the way he is. It's a phobia he's not sure he'll ever be rid of. The slightest touch makes his skin crawl, sends him leaping back, his heart pounding in his chest. He does NOT like being touched.

• Scars: Oleander has a big scar across his muzzle from a run in with a barbed wire fence when he was a child.

• Oleander doesn't hide who he is, and is openly gay. He doesn't go around announcing it to newcomers, and he doesn't let it define him or sit at the heart of any conversation. It's just a fact -- he likes guys. Most people accept it, and he appreciates that, and moves on. That being said, Oli's never been in a romantic relationship, and while he's had crushes, he can't imagine himself ever being in a relationship, what with the whole aversion to touch thing. Doesn't mean he doesn't want to try it some day. Just means he's not in a hurry to... anything.

Description

OLEANDERXP TRACKER | HEART CHART

General InformationName: Oleander
Nickname: Oli
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Breed: Russian Don x Irish Sport Horse
Height: 16.2 hh
Level: 10

Affiliation: Cyborg
Position: Leader
Rank: ---

Orientation: Homosexual
Mate: none
Offspring: none

Appearance:
Oli is a gentle looking stallion, with an almost feminine look to his purple eyes. He's strongly built with a graceful, curving neck, and a silver mane that's constantly kept hacked short. His tail is allowed to grow long behind him. Oli's bay roan is smattered with bend-or spots, his legs look as though he's been dipped in paint. Around his hind legs are the only accessories he's allowed himself: two leather strips he found during one of his scavenging sessions ever so long ago. His shoulder and lower neck are draped with the markings of his clan. Overall he's a simple stallion -- at least as far as his appearance goes.

PersonalityAmbitious | Altruistic | Unaffectionate | Brilliant | Independent | Charismatic | Dictatorial | Manipulative | Protective | Unforgiving

AMBITIOUS
Oleander is constantly striving to get farther in life. He's a diligent stallion, hard working, willing to get his hooves dirty. 'Determination' is his middle name. Oli's not content until he's in charge, and will automatically assume a leadership role whenever one is presented. He has a thirst for control and power that has driven him to become the best at what he does in his never-ending climb to reach the top. He's scaled the ranks of the Keeper clan fairly quickly, making his way through apprentice, initiate, and master, and finally to vanguard.

ALTRUISTIC
Oli cares. It sounds like a campaign slogan, but it's true. He has a genuine interest in those around him, and a deep rooted desire to make life better. He's very sensitive to others' needs and wellbeing, and believes in doing everything for the good of the herd, and not just for the wants of the one. He's willing to help and take part in anything from argument settlement to stolen property. The happiness of his herd is his number one priority, and he makes himself available and approachable to all.

UNAFFECTIONATE
Despite the fact that Oli is a genuinely good person, he's not the affectionate type. His personality is dominated by an steadfast collectedness. He has soft eyes, a kind smile, and an encouraging word for everyone. But that's as far as he'll go. He won't touch, and he sure as hell won't cuddle. He doesn't know how to be affectionate. He won't give you a hug or rest his head lovingly on your shoulder, and he won't stand for anyone doing it to him either. He's awkward with touch and affection, and rather than risking getting into those situations, he distances himself from others emotionally. For this reason, it can be very hard to actually get to know him, and his inner circle, the individuals he cares about on a personal level, is not only minuscule but nearly impossible to enter.

BRILLIANT
Despite the fact that Oli's always felt slightly estranged among the Keeper clan, he is undeniably one of them. Oleander grew up nurturing and expanding his mind, training it to think and plan and strategise, and he's become very good at it. He's keen, sharp, and a quick thinker. He's cool and calm in stressful situations, and has a habit of cracking jokes in tense times to try and improve the mood -- they're not often well received. He excels at fighting battles with strategy and solving problems creatively, utilising tools that no one else would ever consider options, much less solutions. He usually makes decisions quickly, sorting through any possible outcome he can fathom and going through them logically. He's not a stallion ruled by his emotions, and though his decisions can at times be questionable, you can trust that they're made to optimise the outcome of every situation.

INDEPENDANT
Oleander needs nobody but himself. Yes, it can get a bit lonely, but he's grown up on his own, and loneliness has become something of a comfort. As much as he loves others, he can get overwhelmed in social situations. So he takes care of himself, and prides himself in the fact that he can succeed without anybody's help. He's a proud stallion, in fact, and doesn't like to accept help unless he asks for it. Help offered is almost always turned away.

CHARISMATIC
Oli is charming and pleasant. He knows what to say to make others feel better; he knows how to cheer them up. When you talk to him, it's as though the whole world has vanished, and there's only you. He makes even the least important person feel like the world revolves around them. People are drawn to him because of this. While he's not exactly flirtatious, he always makes you feel safe and welcome -- unless you catch him at a time when his temper is flaring, and then (though he tries to reel it in) it's every man for himself. Generally speaking though, he's a patient man, and this doesn't happen often. Anger clouds the mind and skews judgement, so he tries to leave as little space for it as possible.

BOSSY
Oleander likes having complete and total power. It's his way or the highway. He is open to ideas and suggestions, but at the end of the day, you're going to be doing what he wants. This has been a problem in the past when working in groups, and he's been chastised many times for being immovable, but that's the way he is. His decisions are usually correct, which is painful to admit, especially when you're the apprentice that he's ruling over with an iron hoof. He believes that strong leadership is necessary in any situation, and disobedience is not tolerated amongst his charges. With those of equal status to himself, where he can do nothing, he sits and fumes, and waits for that beautiful 'I told you so' moment that's almost certainly awaiting them.

MANIPULATIVE
Oli is a strong personality, a good orator, and a charming stallion despite his flaws. He's not above using those things to his advantage. He will manipulate and mould situations (and individuals) to his benefit and the of his herd. He is a protector at heart, and uses all his talents to keep his people safe, no that the execution is a little less than moral.

PROTECTIVE
Everything Oleander does is for the good of his family and friends. If you're lucky enough to be close to him, or to work under him, he'll put a silent claim on you as his own. He will do everything in his power to keep those he cares about safe and secure, and despite his occasional roughness, only wants to make them happy.

UNFORGIVING
Once you're on Oli's blacklist, you're not coming off. You get three strikes and you're out. You've fallen out of favour after two strikes, and he will not speak to you or look at you; he's not graceful when it comes to hiding his displeasure with others. At three strikes, you're out of his life forever, with absolutely no hope of redeeming yourself.

History
Mother: Ladybug (Russian Don)
Father: Cadillac (Irish Sport Horse)
Siblings: n/a

Other important figures: Gardener (keeper master)

Oleander was born and raised in the Keeper clan. His mother and father were young, and the foal was a mistake. But he was loved none the less. Mother, a pretty mare with long legs and a sweet smile, loved him most. She cradled her child, kept him close, sang songs with him and told him stories, taught him how the world worked. Oli remembers the way her voice sang the words to every tale she told, every study she recounted. She taught him human letters, she showed him human devices. She wanted the whole world to be open to her little accident.

His father was a different story. Cadillac was strong and reclusive. He didn't know how to talk to adults, much less foals, and looked at his son through stern violet eyes, a mixture of confusion and regret painted clearly across his strong features. He never cooed at the child, never gave him a fond word, never held him close and told him how much he cared. In fact, the closest thing Oleander ever got to an 'I love you' from his father was: "He's a reasonably bright boy."

All the same, Oli strived to live up to his father's expectations. He excelled at everything -- well, most things. He was intelligent, learned quickly, sucked up knowledge and strategy like a sponge. And like his mother, he was a charmer. He had a laugh that brightened the room and a way of speaking to people that made them love him almost immediately. But there was something slightly off about him. It wasn't just that, like his father, he refused to be touched. Contact made him nervous, uncomfortable. He'd sweat and choke up. He didn't know how to react, and panicked at so much as a shoulder bump. For all that he was adorable and friendly, there was a dark side to him that kept others pushed away.

When he was seven, his father stopped. Just stopped. An tumour, the healer guessed, which had been eating away at his mind for goodness knew how long, leaving him raving like a madman towards the end, talking to shadows and screaming bloody murder at monsters no one else could see. His mother was devastated, and though Oleander was sad at first, it was nothing compared to his mother's torment. His father hadn't lived with them, and in truth, Oli barely knew the man; yes, he'd seen him most days, but the stallion had barely said a sentence to him over the duration of his seven years. He didn't understand why his mother loved him so much. Cadillac was harsh and unfeeling, hardly human at all. And still she wept.

To his relief, she would eventually get over Cadillac's loss, though her pretty eyes would never be as bright and her lovely smile would always hold a hint of sadness to it. But they moved on with their lives. Oleander excelled in strategy and linguistics, but his true passion were the things. Things left behind by the humans of old. He learned everything about them, what they were, how they were presumably used, where they fit into a human's life. It was this love that drove him to become an archaeologist's apprentice. He went out with his master (a reclusive older man with eyebrows that looked like two ferrets hugging his face) and learned about everything from subway tunnels to grocery stores and human dolls.

His apprenticeship ended when he was fifteen. He was officially dubbed an initiate, and he couldn't have been happier. And Mother couldn't have been more proud. It was a wonderful time; he was walking on sunshine wherever he went, finally allowed to take up his own experiments (supervised, of course) and do his own research. Nobody could have seen the dark shadow that loomed over him.

Two months later, his mother passed away. She died in the night, passed away in her sleep. They couldn't have seen it coming. She merely stopped breathing. He doesn't really know what happened, though there was talk of a stroke of some sort. What he does know is that he spent hours that day standing beside her, trying to bring her back with logic and reason: she couldn't possibly be dead; she was far too young. She'd never had any problems before. Any moment now she'd get up and say 'Well Oli, it's time to start the day!" The same as she did every morning for the whole of his life. But she didn't wake up, and he spent the next few weeks in self-imposed solitude.

That next year he focused hard on his studying and his research. Despite the fact that he was well loved, he had few real friends and no family to interrupt him, so he worked, determination flowing through his veins: he was going to make his mother proud. His need for power doubled practically overnight. It wasn't a question anymore: he HAD to be someone. By twenty two he had graduated to master, by twenty six he'd earned the title of Vanguard for his achievements and discoveries concerning human daily household appliances... as well as a few other, far more personal reasons. But it's the appliances that he's most proud of.

Other Information / Random Facts
• TOUCHING ME! Oli does NOT like physical contact. He'll always keep a buffer between himself and everyone else. No one's quite sure why; it's just the way he is. It's a phobia he's not sure he'll ever be rid of. The slightest touch makes his skin crawl, sends him leaping back, his heart pounding in his chest. He does NOT like being touched.

• Scars: Oleander has a big scar across his muzzle from a run in with a barbed wire fence when he was a child.

• Oleander doesn't hide who he is, and is openly gay. He doesn't go around announcing it to newcomers, and he doesn't let it define him or sit at the heart of any conversation. It's just a fact -- he likes guys. Most people accept it, and he appreciates that, and moves on. That being said, Oli's never been in a romantic relationship, and while he's had crushes, he can't imagine himself ever being in a relationship, what with the whole aversion to touch thing. Doesn't mean he doesn't want to try it some day. Just means he's not in a hurry to... anything.