olivier jacques berbaum

[olivier jacques berbaum.]

^{hey! i'm kirstie and i dwell in scotland. isn't that just dandy?! i am twenty years old and loving it! the characters i play on this amazing roleplay site are ethan samuel jenkins, olivier jacques berbaum - don't forget it! oh btw, i've been roleplaying for like nine and a half years! yeah, you better believe it.
my final last words would be i fucking hate mickey mouse.}

NAME: olivier jacques berbaum.
AGE: eighteen.
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: bisexual
CRIME: con artist, thief
PLAYBY: matt moana
MEMBER GROUP: street



LOVE:
- privacy
- fast talking
- rarely losing control
- fooling people
- his family
- smoking
- charming people
- having two identical brothers
- anarchy
- cheating the system
- his ability to stay cool under pressure

HATE:
- blood
- his family being threatened
- mickey mouse in particular
- disneyland
- old people
- having his patience tried

STRENGTHS:
- cool, calm and collected
- great sense of humor
- good things come in threes.


WEAKNESSES:
- his english is a bit odd at times
- can be infuriatingly hard to phase
- will wait til the last possible moment to react to violence

SECRETS: at least three.
- has slept with most members of his family by choice
- gets violent when on any kind of substance
- has a severe aversion to rejection.

FEARS:
- his family dying
- his family turning their back on him
- being pushed out by his brothers.

PERSONALITY:

- sarcastic
- moody
- drug addicted
- violent
- inferiority complex
- witty
- almost fearless
- daredevil
- unpredictable
- huffy
- overly sexual
- incestual
- arrogant
- dependant on his brothers
- tries to seem unconcerned

HOMETOWN: paris, france
PARENTS:
paulette joan berbaum, mother, unknown, fifty-two
jacques berbaum, father, unknown, fifty-six.

SIBLINGS:
andre leon berbaum, nineteen, brother, deceased.
alexandre _______ berbaum, eighteen, brother, desolation row
etienne _______ berbaum, eighteen, brother, desolation row
______ _______ berbaum, sixteen, sister, desolation row
celine louise berbaum, fourteen, sister, desolation row

OTHER RELATIVES: n/a

HISTORY:

olivier was born as the second child in what was to become an extremely large family in toulouse, france, quickly followed by first his brother etienne, then alexandre. the berbaums now had a family of six, four boys and their parents. etienne and alexandre became the closer of the two triplets, the youngest, while olivier doted on his older brother andre, clinging to him like a limpet and crying incessantly when he and his brothers were put to bed first. needless to say, olivier became a troublesome child even as young as a year old, learning quickly to crawl out of his crib and into his brothers, stealing their bedspace and waking them up. he just didn't like to be alone and quickly learned to walk, making his way into andre's bed every night. when the triplets were two years old, their oldest sister was born. olivier was indifferent to her as she, like alex, was a quiet child, content to play in the corner while the boys caused havoc around her. oli was still far more interested in andre, preferring his rough and tumble games, causing his mother hell and stealing sweets from the other children in the playgroup they attended. when oli was four, his baby sister cici was born, a mass of black hair and as much trouble as her older brothers. he doted on her, pushing her round in her pram. this continued up until andre was seven, the triplets six, their oldest sister four and cici was two.

unknown to the young children, their parents had been struggling with money to support their family, six children simply too much for their modest means. social workers quickly interfered, as they often do in europe, and the children were removed 'for their own good'. andre, almost eight by now and a definite leader of the group, simply refused to accept their fate, especially when it was suggested that they would have to be broken up if they were to be fostered, and manufactured an escape from the orphanage quickly. they ran away, stowing away on a train to paris and finding their way into an abandoned house. as the second oldest and most dominant twin, aged only six but acting far older, olivier immediately allocated responsibilities. alex was to take care of their older sister since they were most alike, and etty was to care for cici, a job he scrutinised painfully, still so protective of his baby sister. he loved all of his family, but he was hard on them as he had to be to make sure they survived. he and andre took on the responsibilities of parents, stealing a brand new cotbed from a store for the girls to sleep on, then managing to salvage two mattresses for them and his other two triplets. olivier switched between these mattresses nightly, sometimes cuddling up with andre and other nights with alex or etty; most often with andre, though, as they would often be out to the late hours of the night stealing food.

this continued until oli was thirteen, though he looked more like sixteen, and andre was fourteen. the girls were eleven and nine. they had been living rough for seven years and it was no longer enough; they needed more. they had saved up just enough money for one last plot and it was genius. the whole family was adept at stealing from people now, and had saved up a small amount on the side, which they used to buy themselves tickets into the local disneyworld, a place they had watched with awe. after having fun on as many rides as they could afford, they started in on their plan. olivier would sell 'tour' tickets specifically to older people at the park, walking them around and showing them things, switching out with either alex or etty, specifically to make the 'mark' think they were losing their marbles. while they were looking bewildered, whichever triplet happened to be in charge of the 'mark' would suggest that they dropped their expensive looking bag off at the cloakroom and would call over their oldest sister to collect and deliver the bag to the cloakroom with a quick explanation that she was the park owners daughter and had been running errands since she was five years old, a lighthearted tale to make the mark feel at ease. later, the mark would go to fetch their bag, find out it was missing then come back to complain to the 'guide' triplet. in mock horror, said triplet would quickly call over a security guard (andre in a stolen outfit) and tell them to leave their details before dashing off to meet up with his other brothers who had been running two other scams round the park, then meet up with their older sister who had all of the bags and jackets. andre's escape was simple: cici would show up, wailing and bawling, pretending to have lost her parents and demanding andre's attention and he, sincerely apologetic, would take the victims details and leave to help cici find her parents, tearing up the details as he left. outside the park, they would meet up and go to enjoy the money they had stolen.

they managed to pull this off for the busy season every year, saving up enough money to live comfortably throughout the rest of the year, forging documents and acquiring the use of a cheap but cheerful little apartment where they finally found comfort and happiness. olivier grew increasingly attached to his family, and, one night while he was drunk, he found himself kissing etty, in full view of everyone else. etty pushed him off and the first bubbling of rejection started in his stomach, gnawing away at him like a disease. several days later, andre approached him in the bathroom, asking if he had ever had feelings like that for anyone else and promptly kissed him on the mouth, much the same way he had done to etty. olivier, now fourteen and increasingly horny, found himself pressed up against the bathroom tiles as he responded to andre's touch, in the end losing his virginity to his older brother then and there. he was very firmly in love with andre, keeping it a secret from etty and his other siblings and sneaking into andre's room every night to make love with him. he still found the rest of his family sexually arousing, but stayed away from them, dedicated solely to andre. cici began to come on to him, telling him that she had read that having sex with a triplet would make her more likely to have triplets herself, and that she wanted to be the mother of a large family. he resisted, but only just, his devotion to his littlest sister hard to draw a line between lust and love, especially since she was so young.

when olivier was seventeen, they were caught. cici had been worked out as a con artist and caught by a real security guard who had approached andre while he worked. andre was trying to talk his way out of it, but it wasn't working, and oli flew into a rage, seriously injuring the guard and running with his family. they were quickly caught and thrown into prison, then desolation row. oli was still seriously in love with andre, so stuck by him closely in desolation row, sharing a room with him. they had been there for five weeks when etty got into a fight with a bullet and andre stepped in to stop it. too far away to do anything, olivier watched in horror as the bullet pulled out a gun, placed it against andre's stomach and fired. he ran over quickly and cradled his brother and lover in his arms, something dying inside him as he watched the life slip away from andre, leaving only a deep seated pain and resentment for etty, who he blamed for mouthing off, even though he has no idea what was really said between etty and the bullet. he refused to talk for two weeks after burying andre in the makeshift graveyard out back, often sitting beside his grave and boiling silently in his hate and pain. he's still extremely hurt by these events and it manifests as anger rather than pain, since he still hasn't come clean about the intensity of his relationship with his older brother. the only thing he has now is the realisation that it's too late to form the close bond that alex and etty seem to have with each other. he is determined to sleep with them all, trying to find something close to what he had with andre, believing that only a family member could make him feel so complete inside. he turned eighteen in a mass of hatred, pain and secrecy.

so, yeah, this template was made by MAC MALICIOUS ?! of Caution v2.0! don't steal or imma cut you! haha, yeah, i really won't, or will i? ;] ok but seriously, don't steal, it's me
an and doesn't really help your integrity now does it? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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