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[b]Name:[/b] 
Oliver Yue

[b]Age:[/b] 
17

[b]Parents:[/b] 
Hecate

[b]Personality:[/b]
Oliver is generally a pretty quiet sort of guy who prefers to observe things from the side rather than actively participate. It's not that he doesn't enjoy group activities, or any of that sort of more [i]loud[/i] and [i]involved[/i] activities (like Capture the Flag, for instance), it's just that he happens to operate at a pace that's slower than the norm around Camp Half-Blood. He strolls rather than walk, his pace always languid and at ease. He enjoys being surrounded by his fellow camp-mates, but would much prefer to sit on the grass and read a book.

However, that is not to say that he's antisocial. On the contrary, Oliver is a very easy person to talk to, and has quite a cheeky sense of humour. He'll gladly practice sword-fighting or archery or the like, but not without a good push (or literal drag away from his damn book). 

He can sometimes take things too easy, and is generally difficult to faze - which has annoyed people before. With a very go-with-the-flow attitude, he isn't competitive at all and doesn't appear to have much of a drive to do anything very productive. 

[b]History:[/b]
Oliver's father was a traditional Chinese herbalist and acupuncturist, which often struck Oliver as kind of a weird choice of mate when he learnt that his mother was Hecate. But, after much consideration, he figured it wasn't all that surprising. All that mixing of strange herbs and animal parts, the talks about energies and the like - they all seemed right up his mom's alley in some way. Either way, Oliver was never all too bothered by it. He'd grown up as a normal kid, going to school and the like, always seeming to ace Chemistry, funny enough. He struggled in school, and would much prefer help his Dad out in their herb store in the middle of Chinatown, weighing out appropriate amounts of herbs, grinding them up into fine powders and prescribing them to customers. 

When he turned fifteen, his Dad finally saw it time for him to learn of his true heritage, after realizing that conventional public school wasn't going to do his son any favours. Apparently, Hecate had left some instructions to his Dad, who then followed those instructions and carted him off to Camp Half-Blood. 

Prior to arriving at Camp Half-Blood, Oliver had never encountered anything magical - which was probably thanks to his mother's less-than-major status amongst the Olympians, so he found himself caught up in some sort of a culture shock upon arrival. But even that shock only lasted a week or so before he found himself feeling more at home than anywhere else. He immediately perused the library, reading up as much as he could about his new life, his mother and, of course, what powers he was apparently born with.

[b]Specialties/Talents:[/b]
Magical Potion Brewing
Control of the Mist
Archery

[b]Other:[/b]
He really enjoys using his powers to prank people more than any actual serious, practical use. Contemplating starting an underground business of selling his home-made line of [i]"elixirs"[/i]. 
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