Here's a human!

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[b]Name[/b]: Oliver Dufort
[b]Nickname(s)[/b]: Ollie (but it’s a little embarrassing)
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Sexuality[/b]: Demisexual 
[b]Age of Death[/b]: 25 years
[b]Species[/b]: Human 
[b]Appearance Description[/b]: In comparison to his many elegant family members, Oliver has a much smaller frame and a rather fox-like face. He is about 5 feet 6 inches in height, though oftentimes he will tack on a “and a half!” to this fact when asked. The young man is quite thin, not really one to work out regularly or keep up a good diet for his own good (though he rejects such a possibility, eating ramen doesn’t constitute as a good meal). His skin has an olive glow inherited from his parents, painted with many tattoos crawling across his arms and shoulders. Though what may look like a tattoo around his neck is actually hand-shaped purple and green bruises from strangulation and some scratches from the feud before it. Oliver often wears a look of confusion naturally, as though he is perpetually lost and overwhelmed. His sage green eyes are often constricted to pinpricks of black and shaded by auburn bangs that hang uncombed over his forehead. Clothing-wise, he prefers comfort and functionality over fashion. He’ll wear tees and hoodies, sweatpants and pajama bottoms, flipflops and sneakers. In his mind, there’s no use to color coordinate or flaunt much; People will have to take him as is.
[b]Personality[/b]: Oliver is used to keeping to himself, preferring not to feel tethered to people or objects in fear of losing them. Though he grew up with many siblings, he lacks personable qualities that allow him to socialize well among peers or co-workers. He isn’t particularly shy; instead, he finds it easier to do things on his own than with others to save his patience. His emotions are not held back by societal norms, making him quick to anger or sadness or confusion, whichever is stimulated by his current situation. But, he isn’t without some good virtue! He’s genuinely kind at heart, noble in what he believes in. When prompted, Oliver can muster courage in the face of danger if he feels it just to do so, often landing him in some trouble.
[b]History[/b]: Oliver’s French immigrant family consisted of his maternal grandmother, his father and mother, a pet corgi, and three sisters and two brothers. These siblings took after their mother’s side, with pristine skin, lavish hair, and ideal bodies, making them favorites with his grandmother. All the kids had a talent for something, be it music, sports, science, dance, so on. Ollie found that he shared none of these qualities, his awkward personality landing himself at the butt of most jokes and jests at the dinner table. He learned to eventually distance himself from the jokes, retreating within himself to focus on what he could manage. 
He went to college and did average in his studies, just as expected. Not finding a job right out of school led him back home, where he would pick up odd jobs here and there wherever he could manage. It was around this time that his death occurred. He was asked by his youngest sister to accompany her to a nearby store in the evening, so they walked the streets there. One minute, everything was fine. The next, his sister was being harassed and grabbed by a drunkard they’d never met before. Being the way he is, Oliver got aggressive and tore his sister out of the man’s grip, only to get knocked down by a punch in the stomach. It was then that he was strangled and died from asphyxiation before the cops came.
[b]Other[/b]: Junk food is his key weakness, as well as dogs.
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