Oliver Averesch

Name: Oliver Surname: Averesch Nicknames: Oli, Avery (rarely), Ave Age: 20 Sex/Gender: Cisgender Male Nationality: American (Colorado, U.S.) Occupation: Employee at the Cleveland Museum of Art, bakes sweets to sell at markets as a side hustle

Time: modern day USA

Appearance: Height: 6'1 Weight: 156lbs Body: Lean, broad shoulders, thin but not too skinny, slim waist/hips, adam's apple Face: strong/sharp jawline, high cheekbones, dimples, straight nose, straight eyebrows Skin: fair, light tan, neutral undertone, freckles and moles, light hair on arms and legs but otherwise shaven Hair: brown, slight middle part, wispy Eyes: Hazel color, almond-shape, light eyelashes, right eye slightly darker in color

Daily routine: Wake up and wash up, visit cafe before work, go to work, leave work for therapy, go home and do hobbies until time to wash up for bed/sleep

Personality: kindhearted, gentle, reserved, lonely, anxious, nerdy, generous, pushover Hobbies: guitar (bass), baking, painting, drawing, astronomy (amateur, not looking for a career), reading (enjoys classics or well-constructed fantasy)

Backstory: Oliver was born in the middle of nowhere in Colorado, a conception of adultery. His parents split up before they knew he was on the way, and was dropped off as an orphan soon after birth. He grew up with decent caretakers, not having many friends, but having a caretaker who treated him like family-- Aafje Averesch. She was like a mother to him. At the age of 6, Aafje adopted Oliver and became his mother, who had a girlfriend named Tuija who gladly acted as a mother figure to Oliver as well. Around the age of 12, in 7th grade, Oliver wondered why he was such an outcast to everyone else in school. He used to cry to his moms about feeling like an alien or a monster to the other kids and they got him to a therapist in hopes that could help him. His therapist upon input to his life, recommended a psychiatrist for, primarily, anxiety issues, but also suspicions of underlying neurological conditions a therapist may have not been capable of diagnosing. Oliver was diagnosed with ASD and anxiety, which begun his mental downfall. He told his best friend at the time, hoping that they'd understand and help him along the way, who instead laughed in his face. Soon enough, everyone at school knew about him, and he was ostracized completely. His mothers pulled him into homeschool, but it was too late and he continued his teen life locking himself away from society since he so strongly believed he was a freak. He now wants to take a new location as an opportunity for a fresh start. It is a very frequent tendency for him to overanalyze every small thing he or anyone else does and assume the worst, and is constantly masking. The only thing he wants is friends or, even more generously, a lover who will genuinely accept him for who he is, but he's forced himself to believe he'll never get such a thing.