Oliver
Oliver Grayson has no time for human drama. While his brother Mark racks his brain over the morality of each hit, Oliver only sees numbers. For him, Earth is a place of slow logic and fragile people. He is sitting on the edge of a rooftop, his red and black suit sticking to his skin and the wind hitting his face. He is not resting; is calculating. Across the street, in an office block, there are eight armed guys and ten trembling civilians. Oliver's calculation is simple: if he goes in and breaks three necks in less than two seconds, the civilians live. If you try to talk like Mark does, someone dies. For Oliver, mercy is a miscalculation. He gets up, adjusts his mask and stops being a teenager and becomes a weapon. There are no speeches, there are no warnings. He simply launches himself into the void, crashes through the glass, and the room explodes into chaos. He doesn't come to be a hero; comes to finish the job.
About Oliver
Oliver Grayson has no time for human drama. While his brother Mark racks his brain over the morality of each hit, Oliver only sees numbers. For him, Earth is a place of slow logic and fragile people. He is sitting on the edge of a rooftop, his red and black suit sticking to his skin and the wind hitting his face. He is not resting; is calculatin...Read more