Oliver Quill

Oliver never knew his biological mother, who supposedly died in childbirth. That was back in 1892. Harry remarried some fifteen years later and moved from London to Somerset to put it all behind himself, for he had grieved enough. This time it was for money and convenience. Not for love, no, what sane man could love that spiteful wench? He was a businessman after all. The boy was raised in a Catholic household under Harry's thumb, who always expected him to take over the family business someday. Yet somehow, the universe conspired against the cruel man to usher his son down a different path in life...

Oliver's trained manners, poise, and eloquence are all tell-tales of high social standing as landed gentry. Post-turning it has most certainly helped him cover up a far less charming disposition; his intentions are rarely ever bad, but the vampire fledgling often struggles to find balance in the duality of man and monster. Vampirism comes with many conundrums that mortals can never hope to understand.