BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Olivier Lafayette
Portrayed By: Lars Swenson
Age/DOB: Circa 1982 / 25 years
Height/Weight: 5'11" / 165lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Ethnicity: French American
Family:
Janet Lafayette ; Sister, age 16
Molly Dillinger; Mom
Bruno Lafayette; Dad
Personality: Olivier is the brain of the Lafayette siblings, head in his hands when he thinks and nose in the sky when he shoots ideas to the wind. He is a hopeful young man, and also very passionate and sincere about every endeavor he goes on. Because he was susceptible to lies and disappointing results, Olivier is a skeptic, perfectionist and very picky about everything, knowing that every action has either a consequence or reward.
Character Reference:
One
Calendars had become obsolete in this day and age, brass machinery working off infinite momentum with cogs and dials and switches, more than Olivier cared to count. He was sneered on for continuing to write with a pen and paper, as everyone else chose to type away on their clunky typewriters, dealing with jams and dry ink. Olivier felt betrayed by his fellow man. What if every single machine would fail? People living off of iron lungs would die, time would become an obscure measurement never to be regained... Documentation would be a joke.
People couldn't master the muscles needed to do any manual work anymore. Products could be shipped between coasts in a matter of days thanks to trains, and all a man had to do was make sure coal was forever shoveled into the engine. Coffee was pressed between a series of steel strainers instead of cloth, water was purified by chemicals instead of boiling and the whispers of electrical gadgets got everyone excited at the thought of a fully automated life.
This disappointed Olivier, who couldn't afford any of the modern marvels like travelling and home conveniences and harbored sincerely bitter feelings. His paper fluttered in the wind feebly against the paperweight of a coffee cup, paper stained with the dark liquid. Throwing away five pages of hard work today was cause for a break, as he read the days newspaper, syndicated from the bigger central city of the nation. Ambassadors were being kidnapped, urchins stole from the crippled and all sorts of degenerative behavior had been reported for the day, even though the wood clock with its infernal metal cogs hadn't rung 9:00AM yet.
Fortunately for Olivier, this daily supplement of despair and urban squalor was inspiration for the novella he cut down every hour or so, writing and ripping as new ideas filled his head. It was difficult work being a writer, but someone had to do it.
