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[b]Name[/b]
Oliver Liam Moyer

[b]Nicknames[/b]
Olli and The Mechanic 

[b]Age[/b]
27

[b]Place of Birth[/b]
Talbotshill, Kilkenny, Ireland

[b]Family[/b]
Liam Hutchinson-Moyer (Son)
Keela Hutchinson (Fiance)

[b]Occupation[/b]
Father and gym trainer

[b]Personality[/b]
Oliver is a sweet and loving man if there ever was one. He can be a bit headstrong, hard to sway once he's put his mind to something, but that comes from being on his own for so long and having to make his own executive decisions in life. He's about as streetwise as they come and isn't afraid to get his hands a little bit dirty. His loyalty lasts a lifetime (or at least until he's betrayed) and he does his best to remain as much of an honorable man as he can muster for the general line of work that he's in. He's very respectful and when it comes to working hard, he has no problem. He doesn't like handouts and prefers to work for everything. He doesn't believe in giving charity or pity to those who are capable but lazy. He is very much a family man and places his family above all others, willing to put his life on the line to keep the Hutchinsons safe. He has take the rap for them more than a few times, earning himself a few nights in jail and a few more in prison. 

Words cannot describe how much love he has for the family that took him in. He is a very grateful and appreciative man, never taking anything in his life for granted. When he gets angry, there is absolutely nowhere that you can hide that he won't find you. He learned from the best that death is an art and it's not about the destination, but the journey. Torture happens to be a specialty of his and he never uses guns. He tends to use only his own body, though he's been known to have beaten people to death with a wrench (hence being called The Mechanic) when seriously pissed. But underneath all that, he's an extremely thoughtful and kid man who cares about the people around him. He's quite the teddy bear. 

TBC

[b]History[/b]
Oliver was born to Nicholas and Jessica Moyer in Ireland. They weren't a wealthy family, barely scraping by each month on his father's salary as a mechanic and his mother's as a waitress in a small diner whose busiest day had fifteen customers. But they were a happy family, Oliver having an older sister that watched him while his parents worked. Hailey was a lovely young woman, though she didn't really have any big dreams. After she finished school, she decided to stay home with her parents and help take care of her baby brother. All she ever wanted was to have a family of her own one day. She went out with her friends to meet guys whenever her parents took Oliver to work; Oliver learned a lot about cars and cooking from being around his parents. His sister just taught him how to look classy without having to spend a lot of money. 

He was ten years old when he lost his parents. A man came into their home and gunned down both of them before taking everything that was of value - Which wasn't very much. Oliver still remembers holding his parents and crying as they bled out and died in his arms before the ambulances had the chance to get there. His sister was sleeping over at a friend's and Oliver didn't know which one or any phone number to contact her so she didn't find out until it hit the newspapers two days later. After the funeral, the two were put into foster care and began a short time of bouncing around from abusive home to abusive home before Oliver finally talked Jessica into running away with him. After a while, they had landed in London and their faces were soon lost in the crowd. Nobody searched for them - They were just two random kids out of hundreds in the system. It was no big loss. They didn't mind because they didn't want to be found. Jessica got a job as an escort (much to Oliver's disapproval) and they moved in with a friend that she had made after two months of being an escort and living in a small motel room. 

Oliver was twelve when he started working in a mechanic's shop as his father did and soon starting to wash dishes at a small diner. His purpose in life had become to take care of Jessica after she had gotten hooked on drugs and began to come home late and fucked up, sometimes not returning home for days at a time. Oliver tried to talk her into getting some other job when she came home with bruises and cuts but she assured him that she was fine. He was pushed into pickpocketing and robbing houses when she began to stop charging money for sex, sometimes doing it just for the sex or for drugs. 

It all went downhill and uphill at the same time when she took him to a party. He was sixteen years old (she was 25) and he had become hardened by the life he lead. The man she was escorting was the man that had been beating her as well as the one who had gotten her started on drugs. The party was one held by the Hutchinson family. When Oliver saw the man, he immediately recognized him as the one that killed his parents and he saw red. He invited the man outside for a smoke, taking him to the garage. But they weren't going to smoke. Oliver had a wrench with him that he always carried and it was with that wrench that he bludgeoned the man to death until Patrick and Bartholomew pulled him off, having heard the commotion. The boy was dragged away screaming, taking down to the basement where Molly Hutchinson asked him why he did that and who sent him. 

He calmly explained his situation, assuring her and her sons that his parents were not involved in any sort of crime. They were humble people with meager jobs. They took sympathy on him and Molly then decided to adopt him. She even put him through school. It didn't take long for him to bond with the family, though his sister was furious. He still loved her despite the venomous things that she had to say about him. Even knowing that Thomas had killed her parents, she was still upset that her brother killed the man she was going to marry. 

She died a few years later after an overdose on heroine. 

Oliver had become part of the Hutchinson family and soon enough part of their business. His life changed with Keela though. She was six years old when he first became part of the family and he never did think too much about her. She was a little sister to him and he enjoyed spending time with her. He watched her grow up from a little girl to a young woman and found himself getting closer than what was socially acceptable, unable to help it. He spent so much time with her, always appointed as her bodyguard. He went to school with her, watching her from the shadows, accompanied her out of town when she went to a big game or had some competition. They were fated to be. He had killed people for her. Not that she asked. 

He fell madly in love with her and she with he. 

When she announced that they were going to have a baby, he was excited and terrified. He wanted to tell the family about their secret relationship, but she forbade him from doing so. Words couldn't describe the joy he felt when he was the first to hold his son. He had lucked out,escorting Keela to the hospital when she went into labor and the family having to fight through traffic to get there. He did his best to play it cool around the family when it came to interacting with Liam, always referring to himself as "Uncle Olli" But in the comfort of his home when he babysat or when he was alone with Keela, he was daddy. 

When Molly approved of his engagement to her youngest, he had to get Patrick's approval. When it became obvious that Patrick intended to kill whoever was the father, the couple fled.(Read Keela's CS for the rest of the information) 

[b]Cast Status[/b]
Main

[b]Extra[/b]
| He is a champion of underground BKB (Bare Knuckle Boxing) back in the UK |
| He is a master mechanic |
| He enjoys building and restoring vehicles |
| He rides a 1995 Harley Sportster 883 |
| He's a trainer at the gym in Justice |