#>>008{ death isn't so bad }oliver.hc

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Born in Brighton, Oliver came from a pretty well off family. Business types who worked hard for their money and expected their children to work just as hard. Oliver followed in his father’s footsteps, taking economics classes as a priority, even getting a scholarship to the London School of Economics. He moved to London to start his studies, and to live with his long time boyfriend, Graham, after secondary school. 

Straight out of university he got a good job at a bank in the city, taking up his time and earning them a good wage. It was only after he started his new job that he started to notice a difference in Graham. Not only did he refuse to let Oliver see this flat he inherited from his parents, but there was just something off about the man. Graham had been taking courses in criminology, but it seemed to consume his life. He would write constantly, often incoherently. He typically tried to keep the stuff from Oliver, keeping it like a secret. Enough had been enough for Oliver when he confronted Graham about this flat one day, even questioning whether he had been cheating on him or something. But, when he knocked on the door, it hadn’t been Graham that answered. It was someone else. His nightmare come true, Oliver started to break down, crying out to this man to tell Graham it was over and he was leaving. He didn’t give the man enough time to respond before he turned quickly and left. He went back home, packed up his things, and went to stay with a friend instead. 

That was the first night he started to have the dreams. Nightmares of dark tendrils that stretched through the streets and up the buildings. It didn’t take him long to realize that this vision he saw was the reality of how the people on the streets would die, ten days before they actually died. There was nothing he could do about it, he simply could only watch. After some time, he started to see them while awake as well, just as he stopped really sleeping all together. 

Seeing the tendrils of death everywhere was what led him to try and find somewhere completely remote, somewhere where nothing lived and thus nothing died. All so he could have just one night of restful sleep. Only one place provided him that peace, and it was there that was ultimately his own final resting place. Point Nemo, the furthest point on Earth from all civilization. 

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New Muse:

Oliver Banks, avatar of The End - Magnus Archives Faceclaim: Nicholas Pinnock 

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After his death, Oliver was forced to spend his time just following the tendrils, the corpse roots as he comes to call them, to death after death. Simply watching as lives come to an end and the souls are given to The End. He doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to do, he already died after all. He doesn’t believe there's any more reason for him to be there.

Instead, with his limitless power and no more need for rest, he sees to it that no one really dies alone. 

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it really make a sound? In the same way if someone dies and no one is around, he ensures that they are, in fact, dead.