[b]Name[/b]: Oliver “Ollie” Campbell

[b]Age[/b]: 34

[b]Appearance[/b]: 

Height: 1.7m / 5’8”
Weight: 104kg / 230lbs

Description: Oliver Campbell is a physically imposing man. Though of just-barely average height (in Europe, anyway,) his barrel chest and bull-like shoulders give him a presence that many taller men envy. He seems to have been carved out of slabs of rock; what he lacks in ripped definition, he more than makes up for in raw power, and if anything the layer of fat he carries over his muscled frame only serves to reinforce the fact that his is a strength born of hard work and hard living, rather than neatly sculpted beneath the halogen bulbs of a gym.

His blue eyes are deep-set beneath a heavy brow, and his nose has been broken and poorly set several times. The top of his shaven head carries small scars earned in dozens of scuffles, street fights, and barroom brawls, and his knuckles are heavily scarred from years of hard work and conflict.

Image: 

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[b]Background[/b]: Oliver was born on London’s East End, to a loving drunk of a father and a sober shrew of a mother. His father died in a bar brawl when he was a young boy, the victim of a man with a hunting knife and a chip on his shoulder. Young Ollie became the man of the house, and began working at a young age to support his mother and three younger brothers. He worked as a day-laborer at the dockyards, starting under-the-table at 15 and staying with it until his 18th birthday, when he joined the British Army.

Ollie served three of his four years as an infantryman, and was present at the disastrous “Battle of Fox Bay” during the Third War for the Falklands, where the British Army sustained heavy losses and was eventually driven off the island. During the retreat he was run down by a panicked truck driver, and nearly killed. Though he survived his injuries and the military medical personnel repaired the damage as best they could, he was deemed no longer fit for military service, and medically discharged.

Upon returning home, the listless soldier returned to his own neighborhood spiritually defeated. The residual pain from his injuries led to an addiction to pain medication, which he obtained through illicit contacts from his youth. To afford his new “prescriptions” the burly young man began working as muscle for drug dealers and hoodlums in London’s underworld. His natural build and surly post-war attitude made him an excellent enforcer, and his addiction to the drugs was an effective chemical leash.

Eventually, the mounting debt became too great for him to work off, and at the age of 25 he fled the country, eventually ending up in Thailand. His old habits returned with a vengeance, and he immediately set himself up with the local underworld, operating primarily as a free-lance debt collector who sold his services to anyone willing to pay for a bit of muscle. Now, with his drug habit under control and a firmly established reputation for both reliability and violence, he continues to ply his trade in the inner-city streets of The Sprawl, doling out physical punishment for money.

[b]Personality[/b]: Despite his lifestyle and past, Oliver does not consider himself a “bad” person. He certainly accepts that he’s capable of violence, and knows that what he does isn’t exactly family-friendly, but he consoles himself with the knowledge that ultimately, the people he’s working over have brought it upon themselves. He learned the hard way that debts should always be paid, and the fact that he facilitates such payments has become a point of pride for him.

Outside of “work”, Ollie is a surprisingly relaxed man. He has several solid drinking-buddies at a variety of inner-city bars, and gets along as well with the natives as he does with his fellow expatriates. His gallows humor and dry wit make for entertaining conversation, and though he’s quick to violence when it comes to business, he’s remarkably slow to anger in social settings. He’s pragmatic about his life; violence is work, and if he’s not at work, why be violent?

[b]Skills[/b]: 
-Comfortable and well-trained with most kinds of firearms. Though not a sniper by any means, he’s certainly more experienced than your average Joe Citizen. He generally carries a small pistol when on the job, just in case things go beyond fisticuffs.

-Physically strong. Ollie is a very muscular man, and it shows. It’s rare that someone is able to physically overpower him without augmentations, and he can deal punishing damage with his ham-hock fists.

-Street fighter. Ollie really shines in physical confrontation. Though he lacks formal training, and isn’t terribly graceful, his strength, experience, and ability to absorb physical blows like a sponge make him a dangerous opponent in a brawl. 

[b]Augmentations[/b]:
-Left hip and right knee- Damaged at the Battle of Fox Bay. Both joints were extensively reconstructed by military doctors. 
[b]*NOTE[/b] These implants are medical grade, not combat enhancements. They allow him to function normally (though not without a residual limp) and provide no other special abilities.
-Bio-laminate- Five years ago, Oliver paid a bio-tech team under-the-table to surgically attach a laminate sheath to the bones of his forearms, wrists, and hands. This laminate is extremely durable, and allows him to put much more power behind his punches without fear of breaking the bones of his hands. Though they don’t make him any stronger, he’s able to punch a cement wall full-force and just bruise his knuckles, rather than shatter his fist.

[b]Current state-of-affairs[/b]
Currently, Oliver is living in a one-bedroom apartment down in The Sprawl. He works as a free-lance debt collector and negotiator, collecting on loans from various criminal elements and delivering beatings to delinquent debtors when necessary. He also contracts as a bodyguard when possible. This makes him well connected amongst the lower elements of society; though he isn’t a high-ranking crime boss himself, he’s a trusted associate of many of them, and his free-lance nature and decade of reliable and effective service means that he’s generally got a favor or two he can call in, if things get tight. 

[b]Relationships/allegiances/rivalries[/b] - WIP