#ollie.dos

general

name: oliver meade . nicknames: ollie (used very frequently) . face claim: froylán gutierrez . pronouns: he / him . gender: cis male . sexuality: bisexual . age: 22 . birth date: february 2 . role: kook . profession: figure skater .

physical

height: five foot eleven . build: lean, athletic . hair: fluffy dark brown hair, parted down the middle with bangs that swoop to the side. eyes: blue . features: light freckles, faint dimples

demeanor: sharp, confident (but sometimes forced), chin up but shoulders low . smile: small, hesitant, and bright . voice: smooth, direct, clipped .

mental

positives: thoughtful, charming, hard-working, perceptive . negatives: competitive, emotionally avoidant, fearful . likes: success, earning his mother's approval, poetry books, orange soda . dislikes: his family, summer weather, failure in any capacity, intense pressure .

birthplace: boston, massachusetts . education: high school diploma . career: figure skating (currently only at the national level) family: elijah meade (father, deceased), mother - tbd.

biographical

the ice has been all that ollie has ever known.

growing up in boston, with his father, elijah, being a competitive hockey player, he spent his early life half at ice rinks, and the other half hearing about hockey from his friends or his family or seeing it on tv. as soon as he could walk, his father was teaching him how to skate and trying to push him into youth hockey.

ollie, a lanky, skinny kid, did very poorly compared to his peers. he could do crossovers and skate backwards like nobody's business- but once you put a stick in his hand, the talent seemed to vanish.

but elijah, determined to keep his son on the ice (whether he did hockey or not), took him to his first skating lesson when he was six. there, something seemed to click. he'd spend every day after school at the rink, and his father's hockey money was spent on new blades and better coaches.

ollie's father died when he was eleven. it broke his family into pieces, and his mother, who had once been happy to be a stay at home mother, found out a few things very quickly: that their lifestyle was very expensive, that the hockey money wasn't as much as she'd assumed, and that she'd need to find a new source of income, fast.

and, with ollie's growing success at local competitions... the answer, to her, seemed obvious.

the meades moved to texas within the year for greater competitive opportunity and access to coaches. they always kept up the appearance of wealth, his mother always acted like it and ollie tried to. pressure from his mother to compete more and place better mounted, because the prize money, the cash the news would give her and whatever sponsorships she could find him were what was going to keep them afloat.

by the time he graduated high school (online, so he could spend more time at the rink), ollie began to resent skating. he was good, sure, good enough to win things and compete across the country, good enough that the sponsorships and prize money is more than enough again, but the joy has been stripped out of it. skating isn't fun anymore- it's a job that takes an endless toll and seems like he will never be able to quit.

ollie moved out two years ago. still keeps contact with his mother, sends her money because it's what he's always done. and he hasn't stopped skating, because it's all he's ever known and it's all he has.

he's twenty two and hasn't been to college (wishes he had, knows he couldn't- he loves the idea if it, though). spent his whole life skating- he's not good at anything else. he's trying to convince himself that he still enjoys it. that he wants to keep skating, but the resentment is building again, even though he can't stop.