Name: Oliver "Ollie" Addington
Alias (optional): The Bulldog Punk
Appearance: Standing at 5' 10" and weighing about 175 lbs, Ollie is a lean young lad who resembles a punk through and through. With snowy white hair (clearly dyed) and pale skin, Ollie aims to stand out. He has black ear spacers and a nose bridge piercing. Usually, Ollie wears a black leather jacket with the union jack studded on the back, as well as a singular row of small, silver, spiky studs on either shoulder. He wears dark blue skinny jeans which are ripped stylistically in different places, but most notably the knees. As well as this, Ollie is usually wearing a pair of black Doc Marten boots.
Bio: Ollie's parents moved to Euphoria from England, on the run from the London gangs. Ollie was born into a gangster's world, but not into the luxury of it. Whisking Ollie away from England when he was two years old, he has only ever really known Euphoria. Trained by his Dad, Oliver was taught boxing early on. His dad was a very successful amateur boxer, and it's what got him the rep to start the gang back home. Ollie loved it. Any chance to learn how to fight was the best. By age 10, Ollie would be able to hold his own against anyone that tried pushing him about. It wasn't hard to pick on Ollie either, he wasn't exactly the biggest kid on the playground.
At 16, Ollie had stopped caring. This town swallowed people up and spat them right back out. Over the years, his parents didn't make any headway, and his father became frustrated to not be able to regain the power and influence he once had. With nothing else, he resorted to doing nothing with his life and sitting in his chair, drinking... nothing but drinking. The less he did, the less money they got, and the worse his drinking got. The quality of the drink got shittier with every bottle. Oliver was bought up to not sit on his arse when things got tough, so why was Dad doing exactly that?
He had enough, and decided to go out and do a mugging or two. And hey, it worked. Oliver got some quick cash, and if someone decided to get a little rowdy, he didn't mind a scrap or two. This adrenaline that coursed through his veins was addicting. It made Oliver feel alive. However, his Dad found the stash under Ollie's bed. Oliver's father demanded that his son give him some of the money. Oliver refused. He earned that money, the way his father did, why the fuck should he hand it over?
Their argument soon turned into a physical altercation. However, with Ollie being the younger, more active man, he laid out his old man on the floor. With a chuckle, his dad spat out some blood and smiled. Oliver was ready. His dad pulled out a box and pulled out two knuckle dusters and handed them to Oliver. "Be better than me, son. Go out there and raise hell on them, kid. Then take back home for your old man, huh?"
Personality: Reckless, boneheaded, excitable. Few words could be used to describe the Bulldog anymore accurately. Always ready for a good scrap, Oliver is the first to charge in. His aggression in a fight has been unrivalled so far, and he plans to keep it that way. Oliver loves intimidation, hit and run and any kind of vandalism ops. He's got no time for all this sneaking about shit. If you wanna get known, you gotta stamp your damn mark into the ground and openly piss in front of anyone glancing with a middle finger straight to them.
Long range combat
Weapons: A pair of spiked brass knuckles.Raging Bull 44. MagnumFully customisable MP5 sub-machine gun.
-Bottle of Budweiser
-Pack of cigarretes
-Zippo lighter with union jack on it