if you're gossiping at the nurse's station, hush up - hendricks is coming and he probably doesn't need the confirmation that his coworkers are talking about him.
basic information.
full name: oliver grant hendricks nicknames/aliases: ollie, liver (only stevie gets away with that) age: 26 dynamic: omega dob: may 2, 1995 place of birth: emerald cove, juniper bay current residence: alder, juniper bay ethnicity: caucasian gender: trans man pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual religion: agnostic occupation: nurse in the amity medical center emergency department
physical.
faceclaim: joe keery height: 5'10 weight: 160lbs eyes: brown hair: dark brown, thick, kept pretty shaggy build: fit tattoos: none... yet? piercings: upper earlobes, nipple piercings distinguishing marks: freckles all over, multiple moles and beauty marks
personality.
zodiac: taurus mbti: infp, the mediator alignment: chaotic good likes: sleaze hipster, trying new recipes he found online, stealing his sister's pets to cuddle with, the concept of the 70s, dark chocolate, binging shows on his days off, hanging out at home or in people's homes, looking at art, listening to music and maladaptively daydreaming dislikes: sad movies, baking, being in any form of water beyond the immediate shoreline or a backyard pool, needles (ironic isn't it?) favorite color: red positive traits: extremely patient, consciously helpful, outspoken about causes that matter to him negative traits: can't resist gossip for the life of him, will fall for a gullible trick at least once, lowkey easily ragebaited scent: cherries, birch, and almond
relationships.
parents: blanca montrose-hendricks (mother, beta), jack hendricks (father, alpha) siblings: three older brothers, stevie hendricks (older sister) children: none, but he's beginning to get baby fever pets: techbically none, but nyx and kas are kinda his, right? partner(s): elliot markovich, but it's complicated
biography (tw: mild transphobia).
growing up in a stuffy old house with stuffy old parents and (mostly) stuffy older siblings, it takes time to develop any sense of self. oliver was always the perfect kid, did whatever he was told because he didn't really know there was any other option. sure, he hated it, all the kids in emerald cove hated it, but that was life - you play nice, you get a bullshit degree, you marry whichever partner your parents approve on and you let the cycle contonue on, right?
wrong, apparently.
it all started, of course, with the gnawing, god-awful feeling that maybe he wasn't the perfect youngest daughter his parents wanted him to be. not because he wasn't trying to be perfect, no - he wasn't so sure he was a girl. and while he was busy figuring that out, his older sister was busy figuring herself out - letting friends pierce her ears, getting super into goth, proclaiming her love for boys and for girls and getting a job at the witchy spot downtown. everybody says their sibling is the coolest, but as a young teenager seeing her come into her own, developing an actual personality beyond the weird masks everyone in their neck of the woods wore, oliver became certain his sister really was the coolest.
it was easy, learning from her. figuring out who he was and what he liked. what he wanted to be called. and while his parents showed no interest in calling him oliver or acknowledging him as a boy, stevie was always there backing him up, hyping him up, making sure he knew he had someone rooting for him. they were thick as thieves, the two of them - which was why it stung so bad when she moved to alder.
it wasn't her fault, their parents had been on the verge of literally kicking her out. but alder was in completely different territory, and his parents forbade him from going. so when he wasn't in school, he was at the witching hours, hanging out with her and chatting with the other workers. stevie encouraged him to leave town for college, give himself time and space away from his parents. and while her apartment was too cramped for him to crash in whenever he came back for holidays, they continued their tradition of spending their days in the shop, or other spots downtown.
four years in portland changed a lot; stevie moved from an apartment to a house, oliver legally changed his name and started hrt, and uncovered his own attraction to boys and girls alike. it was a freeing time, he was able to fully get a grasp on the person he was, and the person he wanted to be. and the person he wanted to be was never going to be able to live in emerald cove again. so stevie's place it was. it's nothing like the veritable mansion they grew up in, but he's got a nice view of the nearby woods from his bedroom window and he loves her pets, he's happier here than he's ever been back home.
of course, upon returning to juniper bay, oliver was eager to put his new degree to use, and picked up a nursing residency at amity medical center. he met a lot of amazing professionals here, the attending nurses and the charge nurse were welcoming and taught him a lot along the way. and then, there was doctor markovich. the guy was, perhaps, a bit older than him, and he might have seemed irritable to others, but he's kind and caring if you get to know him - and oliver's been getting to know him perhaps a little too well. and it all built up over the course of a year until the tension snapped. one heated makeout session behind songbyrd later, and they're... well, it's complicated. there's little touches, chaste kisses before shifts where almost no one sees, and more makeout sessions, of course, but they still haven't talked about. others are beginning to speculate, though, so maybe they should talk it out sooner rather than later.