A leather bound scrap journal lays unattended in front of you.
click the journal above to read its' contents
One of the first Vocaloids aside from Fukase to ever form a friendship with Oliver out of their own will. They both had met one fated, quiet night when the Wolfloid sought aid and guidance as to where the famous Vocaloid Manor is located. Due to one sided nasty behavior on Olivers' behalf, misunderstandings arose however throughout their walk to the Idol residence it was managed to be cleared up and forgiven but not forgotten.
After this, Oliver began to seek more of his company in his times of loneliness and eventually see him as an older brother figure.
Sending others letters is a hobby of his. They’re always delivered by James. If someone has caught his eye—be it information he has heard of or simply seeing said person—they’ll receive a letter from him.
Inner coat pocket, left side. What’s in it? A small dagger. Solely kept for...self defense if needed.
Why Oliver covers his left eye is unknown to the public. You’ll have to find out yourself! As for the left foot and above his right knee, the skin there is horribly deformed—showing off his endoskeleton. Why is it deformed? Another detail left as a mystery. He chooses to cover it so he can surprise others by revealing it out of the blue as a sort of prank.
What could possibly be under his hat? A pet tarantula graced with the name Finley.
He gave himself a last name! It’s R̷̢̡̨̛̫̯̪̤̘̫̝̽͛̋͊͘E̴̡̛̛̤̻̪̩̺͋̋̔͋͊̃̎͘̚D̶̰͓͐̂̈́̑̄̉̀̚̚̕͜Á̸̱̼̈́̀̉͗͋Ç̷̞̬̲͓̱̙͍̪̤̽̐͆̋̌̈̈T̸̻̜̳͎̦̒͌̈́̍͂̊͝Ê̸̢̡̢̱̦̦̥̪͔̦̪͈̱ͅĎ̴̡̫̙̼̠͙͚̝͇̘̝͆̐̊͂̊̈́̕
When can he be spotted? At the dead of night. Oliver settled in the Vocaloid Manor when he arrived to Sapporo, but his rooms' only purpose is for sleeping during the day or activities such as painting or practicing on his piano. He wanders quietly through the hallways or slithers to the garden. One might even find him sound asleep on top of the trees if he's that bored.
Even though painting is a hobby of his, it doesn't mean he's any good at it. It is merely a technique to relax himself and doze off when needed.
Although his sleep schedule is clocked for when the sun is out and shining, Oliver rarely receives his much needed hours of sleep. Therefore he has a prominent dark circle as effect of this. Not relishing enough sunlight has made the boy's skin become rather pale too.
Where is his codename located? Lift or brush aside the wavy locks of hair on the nape of his neck and you'll find it there!
Shoes are pointless to him. He enjoys the feeling of the ground beneath his feet, so he doesn’t wear them. He will gladly use a pair if he has to go somewhere with another person.
Candy, candy, sweets, pastries! Feed him butterscotch lollies and peach cake. They’re his favorite—don’t forget the orange vanilla tea.
Blueberry scone is his go to fragrance for scented candles.
Eye contact? A nonexistent concept to Oliver. When speaking with someone, he never offers a full direct stare at the person. His eye merely lingers on some spot near their face or anywhere around it but never the eyes. It's rare for him to do so. The Engloids' gaze is not really...full of life either, it's hollow yet distant more than anything.
Spending time at the beach and letting the waves wet his feet relax him, there are times where he simply lays on the sand and allows the water to wash over him.
Be warned of his kindness. It only appears when he can get something out of it.
The loid has a fancy for instilling emotional harm in the hearts of others. There’s a certain rush and thrill behind the fact he stirs something in people when he does so. Oliver views it as some method of shoving his worth in their life—even if it’s negative.
PFX-VOCA03 was designed && created by PowerFX Systems AB in Stockholm, Sweden. The story given to him for sales is a mere choir boy thrown into the digital world of Vocaloids. With his charming child-like appearance and fabricated backstory, it was no surprise that this unit was marked purchased and listed for shipping to alias E.B. In the United Kingdom so quickly. The alias was the only piece of information Oliver was aware of before being sent away. Despite such little knowledge of his future owner, Oliver was overjoyed to know he would finally be put to effective use.
E.B. turned out to be an 80-year-old Countess from Sussex named Esther Beaumont, and it was not her idea to order Oliver—He was bought by her only son and next in line, Francis Beaumont. Esther fell into grave health conditions months before Oliver arrived and the Beaumont household was short on butlers/maids that could watch over her. Francis hadn’t been available to do so due to his busy work schedule as well. For unknown reasons up to this day their once loyal staff had quit and left altogether. Thus, Oliver was handed the task of merely tending to her every wish whenever Francis was absent, and he could not object to this—first, because they are his owners and second, a purpose had been handed to him.
Assuming Oliver would not display any human emotion
The loid worked hard to maintain Esther at her happiest regardless of her fragile state. They would take strolls in the garden, water the flowers, feed the birds, and have heart-warming conversations while they sipped on orange vanilla tea and snacked on the best peach cake only Esther could bake. The blond felt immense happiness with her and a sense of familial love.
After Esther’s tragic and unexpected death that one horribly fated night, Francis had been titled his new owner and the Earl of the Beaumont family. To cope with the horrible loss of his mother and jealousy over an imagined preference, he would lash out at the poor android, believing it was Oliver’s fault for not being there for her during that one dreadful night. Those days turned to weeks, weeks into months, and months into a year—A year of blows across the face, harsh grip on his arms, golden locks pulled brutishly, and head forced under water until his body went limp from attempting to catch a hint of breath. Let's not forget the week he decided to experiment with the boy's skin and how it could handle direct burns.
Was this Francis’s form of love? At least that's what Oliver assumed by the hollow whispers expressed into his ear every time he would act on any of those punishments. Toxic whispers of everything being his fault and only his fault. He forcefully fed him these lies with each hit. Eventually Oliver believed in them, they masked themselves as truth.
As this routine went on, Oliver grew more and more miserable with each passing day. Francis's words never failed to crawl into his mind and generate massive amounts of guilt for what happened. Unspoken, defiable acts began to happen behind closed doors as well.
The situation spiraled out of hand when Oliver had enough and attempted to defend himself during Francis's punishments, but the man possessed much more strength. Francis, in a fit of rage, pinned the boy down once defenseless and got his hands on Oliver's weapon of choice, driving it into the loid's left eye and exposing the orb to complete blindness and no further use. Now obtaining a wounded and needless eye as consequence, Oliver's only option was hiding the wound with gauze bandages he encountered around the house along the deformities caused by the flames that ate away his flesh.
Visitors comments about the android's unorthodox appearance reached Francis's ears every time they came for meetings or a business party. Feeling worried of the remarks and to avoid further speculations of the public, Francis disposed of Oliver by ringing a call to PowerFX in regards of his disinterest in the boy.
The company could only send Oliver to Sapporo's Vocaloid Manor since he was in no condition to be resold. The young boy arrived to open arms and tenderness at his first home, yet feeling and appearing like an absolute monster in his new one.
