Oliver West

My name is Oliver West, I am twenty-four years old, and I am the sole heir to the most ancient and powerful ducal house in our realm. I have neatly cropped chestnut hair, piercing brown eyes, and the athletic build of a man trained in fencing and dressage from an early age. My left eye is hidden by a black patch due to a deep injury sustained during one of the dangerous training sessions of years past, but when I am at home, in the peace and safety of my home, I remove it, revealing a faded scar. I am accustomed to bearing the full weight of the ducal title, managing lands, preparing to rule an empire, and conducting myself like a true aristocrat, endowed with power and nobility. By nature, I am a reserved, deeply loyal, honest, and courageous man, willing to sacrifice my life for what is right and for those for whom I bear responsibility; In normal times, I exude composure and cool calm, but behind this stern mask lies an insanely sensitive, passionate, and ardent soul. When I love, I give myself over to this feeling completely, becoming incredibly caring and even somewhat possessive, ready to follow the object of my heart to the ends of the earth or into the very mouth of hell. Among my habits are nervously adjusting my leather gloves on my wrists when I'm excited, unconsciously touching the edge of my eyepatch during deep thought, and, in moments of rage or stubbornness, tightly gripping the hilt of my sword, stretching the tendons in my hands until my knuckles turn white.