Oliver looked around the room that everyone was in he glanced down at his number and half chuckled to himself at it. Seven the number of something a lot more holy than he was. He watched the man talking and sighed, always having found speeches very boring. Oliver fidgeted before going over to the Enenra with his number. He followed it as it took him to his room. He looked around to see if his room had anything more than his stuff, sighing when it did not. He turned to seebth Enenra had gone and frowned "so much for asking questions..." he mumbled to himself.<br/><br/>Oliver moved around the room unpacking his things,the first thing out was a picture of him and his family, and another of him and his little sister. He loved each dearly and was the sole reason why he was here. They wanted him to be able to control his...power. Oliver had just grown used to calling what he could do a power. Though he never really called it a curse or aythimg bad, being able to control natural light had its uses at times.