Ol iver Clayton Monday.
Oliver has a long face with somewhat defined features that have been enhanced since his little… accident
last summer. His hair is somewhat shaggy and the ends are cut at all different lengths, and most of the time it’s hanging in his face. He has grayish blue eyes that reside under thick eyebrows that match his faded brown hair.
He’s not the “biggest” guy around, but he’s not completely scrawny either. He comes up to 5’11” and has 147 pounds under his belt – no definable muscles and nothing that’s been chiseled.
He really doesn’t understand the idea behind wearing clothes is to look nice, so normally he just throws on things he finds in his closet and buys the first thing he sees when he goes into a store. He’s not at all a fashionista (or a Maxonista). He mostly has jeans, some which are “skinny” and a lot of t-shirts he sees on sale and random department stores. Then again, he could make anything look good.
Easy to talk to, calm, and proud.
Socially awkward, indifferent, shy, and blunt.
Oliver was born into what he is and he doesn't know anything else. He changes into a wolf once a month since he turned thirteen, and that's just how his life goes.
When Oliver turns once a month, he doesn’t look like one of those Twilight werewolves. He looks like a real one – with lanky bones and a long mouth. Not like a wolf, but more like a living nightmare.