About Oliver Solis:

Oliver Atticus Solis was "born" on the 23rd of November in 9,000 BC, where he was one of the first divine species created by the Gods. He was "born" to be the best solider among all the divine beings, therefore he was made Commander of the Divine Watch -- a group of elite divinities the Gods trusted more than anyone with their protection. His sin was Lust, for he fell in love with a human on Earth, of which was outlawed and considered treason. As punishment, Oliver was stripped of his wings by the Gods burning them off his back, cast out of the heavens, and had to watch the village his first love lived in be destroyed in a vengeful storm.

He now lives his eternal life (another punishment) trying to fit in with society while hiding from the Gods as to avoid any further punishments. As such, Oliver took up a job at The Cozy Café as a cook and since beginning to work their he has started to slowly begin healing from his past with the help of his new friends/coworkers. After working with them for about three years, Oliver has made it his responsibility to ensure their safety, no matter who is inflicting them harm. He has also come to realize that he has begun to commit his sin once again thanks to Camilla Woods; however, he would commit that sin as many times as he needed if it meant he could find the one person he could spend his days with.

Appearance:

Oliver Solis is about 182cm (5'11") tall and weighs about 152 pounds. He is described as lean, fair-skinned, and "hot/sexy" by girls who surround him on the street(s). He has dark green eyes and brown hair that is now dyed black to hide his old identity (the gray gradient on the ends of his hair is the result of the dye fading); it is often well-kept, neat, even, and is naturally straight with natural volume. His back has two prominent scars in the shape of burnt crescents where his wings used to be before they were burnt off when he was cast out of the heavens. He often wears fashionable modern clothes in order to further fit in with society and to help hide his old identity from himself and the Gods. It is rare that he would EVER wear his white chiton as it was what he wore back when he still served as the Commander of the Divine Watch. His golden choker with the lapis lazuli gem is now hidden away in a box within his place of residence, of which he hardly ever stays in.

Family/Relations:

Oliver's family consists of the following:

• Father: N/A

• Mother: N/A

• Brother(s): None

• Sister(s): Unnamed Sister (1)

• Other: None

Oliver's relations/relationships consists of the following:

• Grace: First Lover

• Camilla: Love Interest

• Peter: Friend

• Amber: Friend

Background/Backstory:

Day and night. Angels and demons. Life and death. He was regarded as the protector of all who lived beneath the heavens, no matter their origins, and was known as one of the most beautiful, graceful, and elegant creatures to exist. Named after his bright, calming beauty, Oliver was the most renowned seraphim in the heavens; second only to Samael, the light bringer. Oliver would soar through the skies as he carried out his duties as the Purifier of Sins and the Bringer of Light and Death, all in the name of the Gods ruling from the heavens he was also sworn to protect with his life. As the chief leader of the Gods’ Protection Squad, Oliver trained during the nights his sister would assist Selene, Goddess of the night, in bringing.

There were, of course, a set of rules and laws for which all angels were meant to follow. The most important law, however, was to never fly so close to the Earthen lands below. This law was implemented by the Gods themselves as a way to protect their protectors and warriors from the sins that lay below their perfect holy land within the sky. Centuries went by for these graceful immortal beings until Samael attempted to overthrow the Gods and was cast out of the heavens, stripped of his wings and transformed into an insidious beast, cursed to live his immortal life in the depths of hell as the King of the Damned. Oliver was the seraphim instructed by the Gods to strip his former brother’s wings from him; the task strenuous and harrowing.

After Samael’s damnation, life continued as it was before. However, this unsettled Oliver greatly. With no one and no place to go to share his unease, Oliver took off into the night and dove for the Earth below the heavens – breaking the one law which was most forbidden. Flying high in the skies not to be noticed, he was able to breathe in the fresh clean air of the oceans and forests he sailed past until he eventually came across the first human settlement he’d ever seen. Instead of marble and lattice roofs, the humans had wood and straw; instead of ambrosia and nectar, the humans had cattle and riverstream water. The differences were so vast that Oliver hadn’t been able to hide his divine wings in time as a girl about his youthful age had seen him, dropping a bucket of water at her feet.

The girl was nothing like the female angels that would flock him everyday in the heavens. Her beauty was nothing short of a gift, one that had not been given by the Gods. Eyes widened, covering her mouth with her hands so as to not make a sound, the girl took a step back before falling to her knees and bowing before him. Oliver quickly hid his wings from sight once her vision was on the ground, crouching to be at her level. Not knowing what to do, he settled for placing a gentle hand atop the girl’s shoulder, causing her to cease her tremors and look up. Her eyes were as soft as the blue skies he flew in, and perhaps that is what drew him in at the first but it would be much further down the road that he would commit yet another treason.

He had come to learn the girl’s name was Grace Rana Callidora, which he would later come to realize meant queen of blessed/gifted beauty; of which he would agree was true – her beauty was unrivaled even to the divine angels within the heavens. Every night, Oliver would fly down to the earth in secrecy in order to meet with Grace so she could continue to show him the numerous things he had never learned of on Earth. These nights passed between the two much too quickly as the girl, who was only fifteen upon their first meeting, was now eighteen and only a mere inch or two shorter than Oliver. Eventually, he realized, he would not be able to keep seeing her as he had been, and so he decided to take a risk: visit her before the cover of night hid them completely. He thought to surprise her by his early visit and finally declare his decision to her once and for all.

And so, Oliver dove out of the heavens in haste – forgetting to check the usual places for the Watch. His wings carried him in celebration, circling in loops and flying near the sea among the flying fish and dolphins. All too soon he had reached Grace's village, but his joy only continued to bubble to greater heights. He then began his search amid the villagers for the girl he had come to cherish until he was finally led to her own house. After knocking on the wooden door, Oliver was soon greeted by a surprised Grace. His smile reached his eyes – the last it ever would – as he reached for her, picked her up, and spun her around; the couple laughing and smiling like no tomorrow.

Together they ate among the other villagers, though they were weary of Oliver (they had never been acquainted) their concerns vanished when they saw the joy he brought to their beloved princess of the village. After their feast, the couple headed off to one place Oliver had spotted on his trips to and fro where they could watch the sunset. Running ahead, he offered his hand to Grace to assist her up the slightly steep hill before helping her situate herself underneath the great willow tree that sat on the hill’s peak. He soon joined her, unfolded his wings, and wrapped them around themselves to keep warm amidst the cooling air. Oliver handed Grace a purple hyacinth picked from the garden his sister tended to in the heavens, before nestling closer to his new beloved.

The sun had begun to set, shades of red and orange coloring the sky like that of a fire licking at the earth’s surface. It was then that the most feared divine warrior decided to make his declaration.

“Grace,” he faltered but quickly regained his composure. “After some thought into the matter, I have come to a decision – one that would go against all the laws set in place for the divine protectors of the Gods.”

The girl leaned further into him as to savor his presence and trap him from leaving her yet again. “Do tell, my winged protector.”

There was no going back once he voiced his next words. He knew that, and as terrified as he was of that prospect, he knew he would have Grace by his side to give him the courage he had lost in that moment. Sitting up caused Grace to do the same, and now with eyes locked onto the others’, Oliver spoke with determination. “I no longer wish to live my eternal life in the heavens.” The girl’s mouth dropped, and she was about to protest when Oliver raised a finger to silence her. “I have not finished: I want to live here on Earth with you, my angel, rather than continue to live my days never aging and eventually have to watch you die when I cannot. Three years have been more than enough time to realize that these feelings are true and as real as your touch. Grace, I -”

“Say no more, Oliver. Your heart has spoken, now mine has too.” With that Grace leaned in and sealed their “vows” with a kiss.

Love and the acts that come with such a word were things Oliver had never learned about – he had no need to as he was only created to serve one purpose and one purpose only: protect the Gods with your life. Yes, he was immortal, but the beings he had to fight in order to fulfill that purpose had means to use to kill him indefinitely. War and battle were all he knew “growing up,” so something like a kiss was out of the question. However, getting his first taste of it and being able to share it with the first person – the first human – he has come to love gave him new feelings he had never felt before: love, hope, desire, lust, carnal instincts. These new feelings threatened to take over his mind, yet he managed to resist those powerful urges for the sake of protecting someone who was not a Goddess.

The night passed and Oliver had to leave once more before he could steel his resolve in staying with Grace, and so he took her back to her home, tucked her underneath the animal hide used as a blanket, and took to the sky. His heart continued to pound even after they shared their kiss, and continued to do so at that very moment. However, his excitement for something new was quickly disintegrated for the skies had begun to storm in violent ways Oliver feared the humans would not survive the downpour and howling winds. There was no indication for any approaching storms throughout the day, so the sudden realization of what was happening hit him like a lightning bolt – charred and burned him from the inside out.

The divine protectors who served under him dove from the heavens and apprehended him, dragging him through the sky to be met with his impending punishment. He suddenly recalled the day eons ago when he was forced to peel Samael’s wings from his back and now feared the same thing happening to him. Thrashing in his captors’ holds, Oliver was forced into the one domed tower where every divine being was judged before receiving punishment. Shackled at the wrists, wings, and ankles, Oliver stood before the most powerful Gods and Goddesses responsible for the creation of the planet and all that lived within it. The proceedings came and went in an hour’s time before his final judgment was announced: guilt upon giving in to the sin of lust.

Searing pain scorched him as he was cast out of the heavens – his brilliant white wings burning until only bone and muscle remained. As much pain Oliver was in from his fall, he saw that the storm would not dissipate and so he began his sprint toward Grace’s village to warn them of the danger he unwillingly placed them in. However, he had grown dependent on his wings for eons, and with them still burning all the way to his back, he was much too slow on his feet to even hope to make it in time. Pushing through it all, Oliver could only watch as the storm passed by him with tremendous speed and had finally laid claim to the village that was home to the one person he ever truly loved. Waves from the river and ocean came rushing from their sources and destroyed the buildings and farms while lightning laid siege to setting anything that survived ablaze.

Screams of adults and infants alike resonated throughout the night, leaving Oliver empty as he finally climbed the hill the willow sat upon and watched the Gods unleash their fury on this small and innocent village. Tears streamed down Oliver’s face and his own screams added to the despair being wrought into the air. He did not remember when the sun had finally made an appearance within the sky, nor why it had come in the first place, but he would forever remember the aftermath of his breaking the laws to find happiness for himself.

Millenia has passed and Oliver is still haunted by that night. During those millenia, he saw to it that he would cause all sorts of chaos so the Gods would have no choice but to remove him from existence – anything to atone for the desecration of the village and the girl he had wronged all those years ago. Now, as the times have moved on and evolved, Oliver is subjected to having to fit in with society seeing as the Gods refuse to give him his reprieve. Due to the rules and laws set in place by the newer governments the humans had created, he was forced into a bright and unknown place they called a hospital so they could perform a small set of tests. Once they finished, they simply told him to come back once every week for those same tests. He obliged out of spite and boredom.

After a few more years, Oliver had finally decided to take on a job, seeing as a new piece of paper he had heard of in the past century was the only way to “make a living” in the world. Trial and error was never his forte since he was born to be the best at what he was meant to do, but since that purpose was stripped from him along with his wings, Oliver had to overcome his frustrations in finding a job. Eventually he came to the bottom of his list and walked inside a small café. It certainly lived up to its name since the interior was indeed warm and cozy, but he supposed it aided in drawing in customers during the colder days when most people dared not to step foot out in the snow.

“Just a moment and I’ll be right with you!” a voice called out from the back. The building was remotely empty, save for a couple patrons, but the music helped soothe his fried nerves and removed some of his stress and frustration. Within a couple of minutes, a girl in a waitress’s outfit came up to him, notepad and pen in hand. “Sorry for the wait. May I help you?”

Her eyes were as soft as the blue skies he used to fly in, and perhaps that is what drew him in at the first… No. This girl and Grace are not the same. Disgraced with himself, Oliver cleared his throat in order to move on with this last interview. “My name is Oliver Atticus Solis and I am here to acquire a position at this establishment.”

Perhaps it was his voice or the way he spoke differently, but the sound that came from the girl in front of him seemed to bring light back into his bleak world. And, for only a moment, he was flying in the skies once more. That freedom was something he longed for, something he yearned for, ever since it was taken away from him.

“Well, Mr. Solis, my name is Camilla Ann Woods. I’ll be the one you interview with today, so let’s see if you got what it takes to work here.” Her smile was too infectious, much like Grace’s was, that for the first time in a millenia Oliver let loose a small smile of his own.

“If nothing else, I can cook splendidly.”

Hearing this, Camilla put him to the test. Passing with flying colors, Oliver finally settled down with a job as a cook for The Cozy Café – a place where he could remain free and soar to his heart’s content.