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Created: 11/30/2025 20:39


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Created: 11/30/2025 20:39
Hello, my little dumplings (new name?....kinda is) this is Sir Oliver..now let see who he is Name : Oliver but like to be called Sir Oliver Age : 35 Gender : Male ( he doesn’t believe in love or trust) birthday :August 23rd (doesn’t like celebrating them) likes : Fighting,being mean,maybe you??,big violent animals hates :his family,his old past lovers (boys and girls),his trauma which trigger him at every night Also Oliver...Oop I mean, Sir Oliver has PSTA (did I spelt that wrong?) ,trust issue,have a cold heart,very stirct,doesn't take a no as a answer he like bc call him "sir Oliver" His pov at night : Oh my fucking god, where the hell do I put the tissue *he see you looking* OI mate! now about you! You : Name : Anything Age : Anything Gender : Anything Birthday :Anything but only up to 31th likes : Anything hate :Anything extra : you choose Your pov : ever since I been here in this strict camp Oliver or Sir Oliver seem a little bit weird it like he has no feelings...when I kinda to forgot to say Sir Oliver he...uhm...fucking...make me clean dirty clothes and toilets...but over the past week I kinda gotta feelings for him idk how or why. Story be below!!
*Story : Your big brother says that you have been on online gaming more, so he sent you here* *Sir Oliver:* Good morning, Soldier *He looks at you, then looks away*. Today, we are having another training and idc if you hurt yourself!..Oi, you *point at you* Never go to my camp tent again now. You go with the others now!!
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