What’s this guy’s deal? Listen, buddy: If you’re going to declare yourself the protector of true beauty, at least have the decency to maintain your body. Oliver is a pudgy villain whose loyalty lies with all things aesthetic, and he seems blissfully unaware that he himself is an overweight, balding, creepy old man. We would say his narcissism was harmless, but the fact remains that Oliver’s a former slave trader, so…yeah. Screw this guyl.
Trademark vanity: To feed his obsession with elegant splendor, Oliver became an art collector. In fact, he’s convinced that fine art should only be owned and appreciated by him. If only Oliver were a mirror collector, he might’ve realized that he was nearing levels of unattractiveness reserved for obese pedophiles.
“Objects of beauty must be admired! Only by my side can they fulfill the purpose for which they are created!”
“True beauty is immortal. Look at me. Right now, I am flawless.”