Appearance and Personality
Olivier Alfwood is a boy with soft, Chesnut hair. His eyes are honey brown, and glow in a warm, bronze color in the sunlight. Olivier acts like a nice boy in front of most people, but at heart finds the most fun being a troublemaker and exploring places he shouldn't (though he doesn't like to show it). He is also known to be clumsy at times.

Biography
Olivier was a child in foster care, being raised by an old man named Fynn. Fynn was a talented clockmaker, who owned a small clockshop in the city. Olivier went to a small local school, but never really made any good friends even when he tried to be nice to everyone.
Olivier’s only memories of his biological parents were the constant arguments and raised voices echoing throughout the house. Olivier had always wondered back then why they had fought all the time, but the day they had called child services and had him taken away in an unfamiliar car to an unfamiliar place, he was certain that all of the shouting and disagreements they fought about had, in reality, been centered around his sole existence. Olivier had been their only child.

First Instance of Magic
Fynn, every now and then, would take Olivier out on a little trip to a bakery within the outskirts of the city, run by an old lady named Juniper. After the many times they had gone to that bakery, Olivier soon suspected that Fynn might have had a little soft spot for the old lady; especially since there was a bakery nearby their own home, two blocks away. At times, Fynn would spend a good long hour with Juniper to talk, about casual things like the weather or local news. After they talked, Fynn would take Olivier out to a nearby park, that had been built by a pond. There they would sit on a wooden bench and feed little bits of bread to the pigeons or ducks that approached them.
But on one particular day, while they had been throwing bread towards the birds that were huddled around them, Olivier looked to a mother and father in the distance, laughing at their son playing with a balloon. This had made Olivier long for his parents, and grew a little sad at the fact that they had never looked at him the way these parents were looking at their son. Suddenly, a large popping noise was heard behind them, almost like a balloon. Olivier and Fynn turned around towards the direction of the sound, but saw nothing but a few feathers falling in the distance. Pop! This time the sound was beside them, closer this time, and again when they looked to the spot they thought they had heard the noise, there was nothing but a small bunch of feathers falling in its place. But the next time they had heard the pop, they now saw what happened. Straight in front of them a bird was trying to swallow a piece of bread in its beak; but strangely enough there were no more birds huddled around it, and Olivier could see them flying off into the distance, as if they had been scared off by something. As soon as he had looked back down, there was another popping noise, and Olivier saw that the bird at one moment was eating bread, and the next had dissapeared, turning into a bunch of feathers that slowly fluttered onto the ground.
For some unexplained reason, the birds had been exploding around them. Fynn and Olivier headed back home as quick as they could, and when Olivier was tucked into bed he wondered if it was him who caused the birds to explode like that.