| Name: Oliver Creed
Race: Human
Age: 25
Alignment: Neutral/selfish
Son of a distinguished perfumier, Oliver had a privileged upbringing in Britain. A well-educated and foppish young man, he cut quite a dashing figure in the capital and was never withouta crowd of friends and hangers-on. However, like many young men with too much time on their hands, Oliver soon discovered the joys of wine, sex, gambling and, when the boredom inevitably set in, opium.
At the age of 22, Oliver was caught selling his father's formulas to a rival perfumier in order to fund his spiralling drug habit. His father promptly disowned him and threw him out of the house.
Cut off from his trust fund, Oliver found his so-called friends were quick to dessert him, and was forced to fend for himself. He turned to crime, but was caught fencing jewellery from a wealthy widow he'd seduced, and spent the next two years of his life in prison.
Free once more, Oliver has decided that there is safety in numbers, and has thrown in his lot with Henry's men. Just don't ask him about prison! |