A sleek, small wolven fellow stands before you, a man covered from head to toe in a solid black coat of fur with a darker mane to match.

 Perched atop his head are two pointed ears, each swiveling towards random noises around him; Behind which his long mane of thicker fur flows from the back of his head, numerous small charms and gems woven into the loose braids of the free-flowing mess; Both weighing it down and clattering lightly as he moves, betraying his presence to any that hear it. On the opposite side of his head, two sky-blue eyes peer out at the world, keen as they observe the man's surroundings. Of course he came with a long snout, a wet black nose topping it off; A wide, flat pink tongue laying inside of the toothy maw that graced that most fuzzy of snoots.

 Overall his features were soft and kind, only marred by a single lone scar under his left ear; A thin slash as if from a knife, hardly even seen under the coat of fur that grew around it.

 Moving away from the head, his body was that of an athlete; Slender, with well toned muscles rippling under the wolf's black coat with even the slightest of motions. Almost at all times he seemed ready to pounce, or bolt into a sudden sprint, or to go chasing after stray sticks or balls into the woods.

 Behind him, sprouting out from just above a positively plump posterior, was an enormously bushy tail; One that wagged at the slightest provocation, relentless in its constant efforts to betray this peculiar individual's every emotion. And on the opposite side; A heavy sheath hid away a rigidly massive treasure, and the heavy sack hanging low below it kept its own creamy secrets to itself.

 All of this was supported on well-built digitigrade legs, muscles betraying a lifetime of mobility on the wolf's part; Ending off in two cute-yet-sizable paws, long claws gouging into the earth wherever he walked.

 And to top it all off, he spoke with a British accent. Because of course the short wolf would sound like a Brit.




---Tools of the Hunter---
Oliver is a huntsman, armed with a variety of knives, bow and arrows, and even a crude flintlock pistol, all on top of his natural claws and fangs. Though the vast majority of his equipment is fairly mundane in nature, he always keeps a number of specially made arrows and tools on hand.

Arrow of Binding
-The head of this arrow has been replaced by a small, tightly bound cloth pouch, designed to burst apart when it strikes a surface with enough force. The pouch contains Tanglefoot Powder and a mix of alchemical catalysts and hardeners. Upon striking a target, the powder and alchemical reagents mix and explode outwards, creating a sticky web that binds to anything it touches, before swiftly hardening into a resilient cement-like substance. This can effectively entangle a person or seal a door for up to five minutes before the chemicals deteriorate and the concrete crumbles to dust, though a stronger individual could easily break the concrete. STR Check vs DC 22 to break the concrete.

Arrow of Blinding
-The head of this arrow has been replaced with a small flask of magnesium dust and a thin glass tube of accelerant. Upon striking a hard surface, the flask and tube shatter; The accelerant reacts with the air, rapidly burning away and igniting the magnesium, creating a blinding flash of light. Creatures near the point of impact are thusly blinded for a short time. REF Save vs DC 24, or be blinded for 1d4 minutes. 15ft radius.

Stink Arrow
-The head of this arrow has been replaced with a small flask of some thick, odorous liquid. Upon striking a target the liquid swiftly clings to the target's person, seeping through armour and staining cloth, fur, and skin alike. Though it does nothing on its own, it makes it much easier for Oliver to later track down the target simply by following the scent. The smell can linger for as long as a week, excepting an extensive bathing session and prodigious amounts of soap to remove it.

Explosive Arrow
-Sometimes, the only way to deal with a problem is to just make it disappear. This arrow is thicker and heavier than a normal arrow, with a broad, flat head. Upon striking a surface, the head is forced back into the arrowshaft - Piercing a small flask imbedded inside of the shaft and releasing an accelerant contained within. The accelerant reacts with the air, igniting and in turn causing a tightly-packed stick of gunpowder in the rest of the shaft to rapidly combust, exploding. Oliver only ever carries one of these arrows, and only if he absolutely means to use it on that given day.







---OOC Notes---
The player is up for trying most any forms of roleplay, in or out of a bed, but there are a few clear 'No's and a few definitive 'Yes plz'es to be had.

-No bathroom play, thank you kindly!
-No outright rape or bloodletting, either.
-Undead are for burying the bones of, not for burying their bones in a wolf.
-Necrophilia's a nope as well!


Otherwise willing to go with the flow of what happens. There's some faves, but they're outlandish enough to not warrant clogging up the bio.