Oliver Zuccaro
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| Oliver Zuccaro | |
| Full Name | Oliver "Ollie" Zuccaro |
| Position | Civilian Bartender |
| Species | Iotian/Risan |
| Gender | Male |
| Date of Birth | Unknown |
| Age | Early Thirties |
| Birthplace | New Chicago, Sigma Iotia |
Oliver Zuccaro is currently serving as a Bartender aboard the USS Gorkon.
Appearance
- Height: 6'0
- Weight: 180lbs
- Hair: Black
- Eyes: Brown
- Build: Lean/Athletic
- Taste in Clothing: Stylish and sharp. Shirt and vest. Matching accessories.
- Shoes: Brogues. There is only brogues.
- Voice: Tenor?
- Handedness: Yes, he is.
Personality
- Kind hearted, fierce minded, and brave spirited.
- Lives passionately. Very independent. True neutral.
- Seeks out fun like it's a mission.
- His method of humour is a quick retort to get you on the ropes. A good roast never did anyone harm.
- Likes to know where he stands with someone, and extends the same courtesy. Is clear and blunt when he wants to be. It's not often.
- Expects to be trusted at all times. Does not do the same.
- Doesn't feel like he really belongs anywhere. Moves around a lot.
- Has two moods in a crowd - blends in quietly, or stands out loudly. There is no in between.
- Has a high level of intolerance to malarkey.
Background
The product of an Iotian and Risian marriage, Oli was born on Sigma Iotia amidst the autumn colours of New Chicago, and that's where the romantic beginnings ended. In their heyday, the Zuccaros', a widespread mafia family, had fingers in all the pies - their reach extending from New Chicago to the Harbor Bay areas in the northern territories. Rumour makes up the standard for Oliver's life - his parents were murdered in a mob hit off world on their private transport, he was raised by a rival family as their proxy, he inherited a fortune from a Risian Uncle, even the conjecture that he was taught to sling drinks by a mysterious purple/pink skinned Alvanian barman. Only Oliver knows for sure, and he's no snitch. It remains a mystery.