Oliver Dorner

[Oliver Dorner]

OLIVER LEOPOLD DORNER.


I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

name Oliver Leopold Dorner.
nicknames Oli.
gender boy 
playby Douglas Booth
age 21, February 3rd.
year Graduate
wand Sycamore, unicorn hair, 11", bendy.

& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description Oliver is a young man who has grown into his own. He stretches taller than most kids, being a little over six feet, but he’s not necessarily lanky. His face, which is narrow and very square, with a jutting chin, gives him away as a member of the Dornan family – they all have it. Oliver has fairly kind, soulful, hazel eyes, and big, pouty lips. His ears don’t go along with his symmetrical face, which are a bit oversized and stick out from his head. Oliver’s hair is brown and wispy, and is usually cut in a slightly-shaggy do, hanging just below his ears. It’s a lighter brown than his sister’s, but suits him well as it prevents him from looking overly harsh. Oliver has a bit of a baby face but doesn’t mind it at all, being as young as he is. He’s also a pretty flexible boy, as he is double jointed in various parts of his body. The one that tends to gross most people out is his ability to pop, sounds included, his shoulders out of place and back in again – no magic necessary.

appearance Oliver has a very classy style. He is frequently found in suit jackets and tailored shirts, or tight v-necks with a scarf wrapped about it. He dresses enormously well, especially for a man - but then, he has the body for it.  He also likes his sunglasses as an accessory; something that he can hang off the neck of his shirt.  Occasionally he'll wear a hat but he's not too fond of them, and he avoids body are entirely.

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes Science and discovery, reading, bird watching, muggle “magic” tricks, hairstyling

dislikes Coffee, mondays, toast – yes, toast makes him uncomfortable, never-ending operas, and being around sick people.

strengths Calm under pressure, resilient, understanding, can see the bigger picture, intelligent

weaknesses Delicate, vain, secretive, potions, easily distracted

personality “Just so you know? I don’t want to be your partner. I hate when someone takes over the whole thing because they think their idea is better.” She held on tightly to the instructions with a steal grip. Potions class could be so ghastly when you were assigned to work with a Dorner. Or so she had heard. Well, she hadn’t heard it, but she had seen Emilia and she terrified her, and why would her brother be different? “So. Are you?” Oliver looked at her, puzzled. “Am I what?” The girl sighed, impatient. “A ruthless idealist?” Oliver tipped his head to the side, as if pondering it. “I don’t think so? No, definitely not.” She scrutinized him further, before begrudgingly sliding their assignment instructions in front of him. There he goes, tipping his head again. “So other than being pretty, what are you contributing?” Oliver traced a finger over the outline of his lips. “I am pretty, aren’t I?” He said, without a smile or even a trace of smugness. She stared at him, her mouth dropping open. As she continued to wait for a real answer, all Oliver could give her was a shrug of his shoulders, taking out a ladle to measure some of the ingredients already sitting on the table. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” They worked in relative silence for the next couple of minutes before Oliver sighed loudly, his interest waning. “Do you want to finish it?” he asked, stepping back from their cauldron. She hadn’t expected that, but she nodded her head, eager to work at a quicker pace. Oliver sat back down in his chair and stared out the window, imaging himself doing something so much more interesting. Boredom isn’t a rarity- it’s a daily reality for Oliver. Nothing, absolutely nothing, holds his attention for long. “There. It’s done,” his classmate said with a hint of satisfaction. Oliver barely lifted his chin out of his hand, glancing momentarily into the pot. “Do you…want to double-check it?” He wasn’t so bad, after all, and it might be nice get a second opinion before calling the professor over to review it. “No,” he responded, eyes rolling up into the back of his head, about to have a nice little nap. He was sure she had done it correctly, and even if she hadn’t, he doubted he could have performed any better. She was very confident about her abilities, and why shouldn’t he also share that confidence? Besides, he was too bored with the whole thing to even be bothered. Oliver yawned, put his head down on the tabletop, and promptly fell asleep.

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“Great everyone! Hold it right there. Say che- ugh, Oli, you have to smile. It’s not a mug shot mate.” Erik pulled the camera away from his eye and waved at Oliver to follow suit with the others for the group picture. Erik wanted a picture of all his friends together to put into a scrapbook. All toothy grins were lined up in unison, except for Oliver Dornan. He looked melancholy; morose, and like he was in the very last place he would ever want to be. Oliver had nothing to be sad about, and he wasn’t. He was pretty happy with life and all its peculiarities, but he had never been really smiley, or a comedian in any sense. He found the humor in other people’s jokes, but never made any of his own. He was a serious person, the majority of the time. Oliver was twenty going on eighty. Oliver straightened his frame and stared intensely into the camera, stifling another yawn. He put on a smile and waited. Erik returned his face to the camera and was about to click, when he stopped. “Haha merlin, Oli, that’s even worse. You’re grimacing. Can’t you smile proper?” Everyone turned to look at him and Oliver changed, opting for a nice, closed lip smile that was friendly but much more subdued. “How’s this?” he asked, and several of them nodded their heads and gave approval. “Perfect, much better. Hold it right there.” Click.

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“And why not? I don’t have date, she has no date, and there’s no reason I can think of why we should both go to the dance alone.” “You’re gutsy, I’ll give you that.” His friend commented, as he observed the tightly packed group of girls standing the Great Hall, like a war fortress. “Not really,” Oliver said, even as he was already walking toward the brown-haired seventh year. If he were gutsy, he’d take a lot more chances in life. Oliver has a sense of curiosity very basic and natural to him. What is unnatural is his continuing, conscious decision to repress it. There are so many things he could be doing, could be seeing, but he doesn’t. Most of Oliver’s “snooping” is done in secret, and he does it quite a lot, mind you. He still gets away with plenty of things a more flamboyant personality would be called out for. This is changing, as he becomes a man, and people begin to look at him with a more critical eye. He has a sense of adventure but it’s hiding beneath the surface in pitiful slumber. Oliver returned to his friend’s side within a minute, and his mate could see from the group of gigging girls that Oliver had been either mercilessly rejected, or miraculously accepted. Oliver nodded his head once and took a step toward the classroom, but his friend held him back by grabbing his arm. “Whoa, wait a second. What did she say?” Oliver looked in the older girl’s direction, Sophia was her name, and she caught his eye, grinning at him. “She said yes.” As his friend stared at him, disbelieving, Oliver cracked a smile. “How did you – bloody hell, I bet all you had to do with smile at her and she said yes. That’s exactly how it went, didn’t it? It’s not even fair. You deserve to get rejected once in a while, it’s just a natural part of life. It’d make the rest of us feel better.” Oliver rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands into his robe’s pockets. “The only reason I don’t get rejected is because I never ask out girls who won’t say yes. It’s about reading people. Anyone can do it.” His friend snorted, shaking his head to and fro. “I can’t. Their minds – it’s a black hole. How could you tell she liked you?” Oliver looked back at her again, and Sophia was still smiling, waving her little fingers at him. “Because she stares at me all the time. I’ve caught her eight times.” He put his arm on his friend’s shoulder and patted it, feeling a little sorry for him actually. “If you tap it, you have to tell me whether she’s any good, alright? Oliver just smirked, giving his friend neither a yes nor a no on his request.

“If? And then Oliver walked away.
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“You realize why you’re in detention today, don’t you?” “I believe so. Yes ma’am.” Yes ma’am, no ma’am, stab me in the eyeball. “Firstly-“ she lifted up a crisp finger to list off his crimes, her eyes reading the paper before her. “You do not have permission under any circumstance, to go to the forbidden areas of the school. You disobeyed and were subsequently docked house points.” “Alright. Go on ma’am.” Oliver was sitting up straight in his chair, hands in his lap. His professor pinched the bridge of her nose. “Secondly. You cannot ask “why” to every statement your professors make. It is excellent when you show actual, genuine,” She emphasized the word “genuine”, because he had a habit of putting on a show, while she could tell he was anything but interested in his studies. “-interest in the lecture, but constantly asking is disrupting. We both know your behavior is meant to be a distraction, and not out of honest commitment. Third, Mr. Dornan, it is not merely inappropriate to have your hands underneath a female’s robes in the courtyard, but at any given time, in any location. Such physical relationships are not permitted at Hogwarts Galaxia, and most certainly not for fifth years.” There was a brief silence and then, leaning forward in his chair, Oliver did it. “Why?”

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents Maria Dorner - mother, 49, homemaker
Leopold Dorner - father, 48, businessman 
siblings Emilia Dorner - older sister, 24, works for the ministry
birthplace Austria
hometown Vorarlberg, Austria
ethnicity Ethnicity - white, Austrian. Oliver speaks Austrian (fluently) and some French (intermediate).
blood halfblood, pureblood, etc.

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

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