Post by oscar on Jul 10, 2012 21:57:26 GMT -5
OSCAR THEODORE GOLDSBLOOM
DATA
Class: Class? Surely you'd know this by now. Oscar's pure human! Why would he be anything else? All those other are just trash beneath his boot. Any Goldsbloom noble would believe that.Sometimes though...Oscar's not so sure.
Name: Oscar Theodore Goldsbloom
Nickname(s): Nicknames? Really, do you think that Oscar would allow himself to be referred to as something as paltry as a nickname? The only one ever to call him something other than his given name to his face was his mother. And he had been three at the time.Just once though...it'd be nice to be known as something else.
Birthday: November 23, 3021
House: Goldsbloom. You don't think Oscar would be descended from those doll like fools in Whitestag nor those weak willed scientsists in Silverhollow? No, no Oscar is Goldsbloom born and bred.No matter how many times he wishes he wasn't.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color: Brown would be a simple way to put it, but in truth, his eyes are more a faded amber. Sometimes, though, they look gold.Particularly when He's in charge.
Hair Color: A dark mahogany. In some lights, it shines red, while in others, it looks a deep brown, like the color of wet earth.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Build: Tall, and a bit lanky, but leanly muscled. The muscles on his arms, while not bulky, are quite pronounced, as are the muscles on his legs. Do you honestly think that the newly minted head to the House of Goldsbloom would be a frumpy man allowed to sit on his rear?That's something at least that both Oscar and him agree on.
Distinguishing Features:
He's got a large birthmark shaped like a trident on his back, and while it might not be noticeable but there's a little scar on his temple, from where he fell and hit his head as a child.
Typical Dress:
Oscar tends to prefer loose fitting clothes. Anything confining makes him start to sweat, and he gets that odd feeling as if he's being watched. Of course, his clothes might be loose fitting but they're still made of the highest quality fabrics money can buy.
Orientation:
Human or Hybrid?
No really, the class does matter.
Human females are much more preferable to the males...and as for the hybrids? Either one will do. They're just animals anyways, right?Sometimes though...Oscar thinks differently. But that's when he's not in charge.
Other Notes:---
PERSONALITY
Age: 21.Sometimes though...sometimes Oscar feels older. Particularly after he comes out.
Likes:
[hybrids]
Oscar has always been fond of hybrids, even before he started shagging them. There's something about the companionship they offer, the feeling of always having something there.Oscar thinks that he hates them though. Why else would he do the things he does?
[books]
Oscar might seem a fool with his bravado and boasting, but when he has the time, or no one is around, he prefers to simply read a book. The stories within them allow him to escape.And in books, he doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone.
[pit fights]
It might seem odd that for how much Oscar likes hybrids, he enjoys the pit fights as well. The truth behind it? Oscar's fairly sure that he's influencing his actions. Still, Oscar has always found the pit-fights fascinating, from the way the hybrids fight, its almost as if he's seeing a match from the time before the Bombing- like he's watching Gladiators from his stories, fighting for their lives.
[writing]
Writing for Oscar is an escape, and though he won't tell you, there's a place not even Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are allowed to follow him to-his secret haven. He writes there, and lets his mind flow away. There he doesn't have to worry about anything, and he can lose himself.Sometimes, its almost as if he's normal. And that's the best feeling of all.
Dislikes:
[back-talk]
Back talk is disrespect, and disrespect tends to set him off, and Oscar's not talking about himself. Oh, if only Tweedle-Dum would stop, then she wouldn't be hurt as much. And Oscar wouldn't feel so bad. But can't she see? It's not him, but him. Oh yes, Oscar hates back-talk. It makes bad things happen....for everyone involved.
[responsibility]
Responsibility. Ugh, what a terrible word. Oscar would much watch the world pass him by. He doesn't want to be responsible for anything. The thought becoming the Goldsbloom head makes him feel pyhsically ill.Oscar's pretty sure that he doesn't feel the same way though. No, he seems to get excited by the mere prospect and that makes Oscar hate it all the more.
[the dark]
Oscar hates the dark. He hates everything it represents, and the way it seems to claw at his skin. But most of all? He hates the way that he seems to be more active in it, and sometimes, sometimes there will be points in the night where Oscar will just open his eyes and be in a completely different place then before. Usually with a bleeding body in front of him.
[being the head]
Oscar hated his father, and once, he thought that he was thinking of offing him. In the end, that's what happened. Not that Oscar can tell anybody. Now he's stuck with being the head and Oscar hates it. Hates it with every fiber of his being. Responsibility after all...it makes him shudder.And he likes it.
Aspirations
-Oscar wants out of Goldsbloom. Really, he just wants to strive out on his own-to be his own person.If only he didn't show up, then Oscar is fairly sure he could.
-Someday, somehow, Oscar wants to actually tell his father what he thinks, and not be to afraid to express his true ideals. Too bad the man is dead now. And at his own hand too.
-He'll finally get the courage to tell Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum that he's sorry. That it wasn't him but him. But the chances of that happening? Ha, Oscar has a better chance convincing that so-called-hybrid rebel leader to dance in a field of daisies.
Fears
[him]
Oscar is terrified of the mere prospect of him. Everything about him makes his heart stop. From the way he can't remember things to the way the world stops and sometimes, sometimes it feels as if a voice is speaking to him, whispering in his ear.
But most of all? Most of all Oscar fears that he will take things out of control, will do something no one can reverse. That maybe he'll hurt his pets.
And that maybe, he'll kill them.
[abandonment]
Oscar is terrified by the idea of being alone. The mere prospect of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum dying make's his heart stop, however he might treat them. Because deep down, no matter what, Oscar cares for his pets.
Even if he doesn't act like it sometimes.And when that happens, its mostly him taking.
But, really, the thought of them abandoning him chills him down to the bone. Sometimes, it scares him more than the mere prospect of him ever will.
Strengths:
-[showy]
If there's something Oscar's good at, its being showy. He can pretend to be something that he's not, be the most extravagant person in the room with hardly breaking a sweat. He's got to be after all.Because when he shows up, Oscar's left standing in a new place, and well, it doesn't pay to look confused.
-[smooth talker]
Oscar's probably the smoothest talker you'll ever meet. He can be suave, seemingly kind and everything else you want your mind to see. He can almost talk his way out of any situation. And its a must when you're dealing with him
-[liar]
This might not be the best of traits, but its one he's good at. He can lie about anything without breaking a sweat, and his smooth talking? Well it only helps matters. Besides, Oscar might not have been the one to do it. It might have been him.
Weaknesses
-[disconnected]
Oscar's a bit disconnected from the world around him. Whether its because of him or something else, Oscar doesn't really know. Then again, he doesn't really care. He tends to let things pass him by, and is distant, even to those he considers friends.
-[follower]
Oscar would rather not lead anything-he dislikes responsibility, and doesn't like having burdens hoisted on his shoulders. He's content to watch and to follow, and in fact, he much prefers this. He's not a go-getter, and this tends to get his father angry at him.
-[absent minded]
Oscar forgets things, even when he doesn't take over. His mind just tends to drop things, and sometimes, he'll forget completely what he's doing. And really? He's so used to this happening that he just goes with the flow. He's already used to blanking out anyways.
Habits:
-Sometimes, out of the blue, Oscar will rub at his head, looking confused, mouth open almost as if he's speaking to someone.
-He has a habit of running his hand through his hair when particularly thoughtful.
-If he feels him coming along, Oscar tends to get a bit frantic, and he'll freeze up.
Overall Personality:
While he might seem foolish and stupid on the outside, he's a bit worried...because you see, there's something horribly wrong with Oscar.
And it's not just the fact that he likes to shag hybrids.
No, no....there's something wrong with his mind. At times, its almost like there is two of him, resting in his mind. What else could explain the memory gaps and the brief splashes of black? Or the sudden changes of mood, of the switch from between enraged to cheery, from thankful to disgusted?
Oh yes. Oscar's fairly sure that he's not the one in control of his body sometimes.
No, it's him. And if its him...
Well, you'd better watch out.
He's not as nice as Oscar is...in fact, one could even say that he's...
cruel.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace: Goldsbloom Sector.
Parents: Alice Eva Goldsbloom and Harold Eugene Goldsbloom.Not that daddy-dearest ever did anything. And Mummy-dearest only lasted until he was old enough to speak in clear sentences.
Siblings: Only Child.
Education: Surely you already know the answer to this. Oscar's a Goldsbloom for God's sake- he's got the best education money can buy. He just doesn't act like it. Who needs to be smart, when you've got money? Still, don't think Oscar's stupid. He's got the brains when it counts.And it's not like he's going to let Oscar be dumb. No if he has any say, Oscar's going to be the smartest out of anyone. Even if he has to kill everyone else to make sure that happens.
History:
Oscar doesn't remember being pampered as a child, not really. Sure his mother doted on him with sweets, but that only lasted until he stopped being a cute little toddler. The moment he got old enough to walk and talk on his own, well, needless to say he was sent to the nursemaids so Alice could enjoy her life.
As such, Oscar was mostly left on his own, but that was okay. Because Oscar had him. He showed up when Oscar needed him to, and for a time, was Oscar's only friend.
Unfortunately, that all changed the moment Oscar turned 18.
Because that's when he got Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum from the pit-rings. And well, needless to say, he wasn't very happy about that. But what did Oscar care? He now had friends, companions of his very own!
He loved them so very, very much, and while he didn't very much care for them soon, it became apparent to him that both Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum were very fine specimens of hybrids.
So he did what any normal man would do when confronted with two beautiful creatures.
Too bad Oscar's the one who has to deal with the consequences.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
- He likes to shag hybrids.
- He's a bit...off sometimes.
- He tends to overreact to the slightest things.
Rumors:
- He's not Alice's real son.
- He's actually a hybrid himself, why else would he shag them?
- He's secretly running the Goldsbloom pit-rings.
Secrets:
- He is taking over more and more often. Sometimes, Oscar blacks out for whole days without realizing anything.
- He knows about his mother's affair, but he won't say anything.
- He is utterly terrified of ever becoming head.
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri
Years Role-Playing: Err, a long time-around nine or ten years.
Contact: PM or e-mail, either one is fine =)
Other Characters: Gold, Xerxes
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
“Haah….Haahhh…”
Breath escaping in heavy gasps, Oscar fell to his knees, his fingers knotted in his hair and his eyes screwed shut. His body shook, his arms quivering and tears welled up beneath his eyes.
Didn’t I tell you not to do that? They’ll only hurt you. Not like I will.
“Shut…shut up…” Gritting his teeth, and all but oblivious to the panicked looks of the sevants passing him, Oscar pulled himself to his feet, grasping the wall with a trembling hand. “I’m not…not going to listen to you anymore…”
Ahh, but isn’t that what you said last time? And then daddy-dearest he…
Breath hitching, Oscar paused, amber eyes hazy and faded. “Father he said…”
Said you had to get rid of them. Get rid of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Your reputation is getting ahead of you.
“No! It was…” trailing off as a became aware of the quiet whispers surrounding him, Oscar blinked blankly before he shook his head, and laughed, half-hysteric half desperate and straightened himself to his full height. Tugging his shirt back into place and hating the way the sleek fabric clung to his frame, Oscar ran his hand through his hair, and though his arms still quivered, the smile he sent towards the whispering servants spoke nothing of his previous breakdown.
“Was I convincing?” he drawled, eyes gliding towards a nervous looking girl at the front.
She was petite, all tiny hands and large eyes. Pretty enough but…Oscar’s smile dipped slightly and he shrugged, shaking the thoughts away with another wave of his hand and another coy smile. “Haha!”
The servants around him shifted, and Oscar’s eyes narrowed. “There’s a play going on in the central district, did you know? It was quite wonderful. Too bad you all are too...” Oscar’s eyes passed over the crowd, and he smiled, running his hand through his hair once more. “Well, I don’t think I need to continue. Ah! But consider your selves honored. You were all witness to my grand performance! Don’t you think it was wonderful?”
Voice light and airy, Oscar waved his hand in the air and then took a bow, his heart pounding in his chest as his hair fell over his face, shadowing his eyes as the crowd broke into nervous chuckles coupled with annoyed groans. It was just the foolish Goldsbloom heir after all, and who hadn’t heard of the rumors about his little trysts with hybrids? Ugh. Really, the boy wasn’t fit to rule the house, much less anything else.
Straitening up once more as the small crowd who had assembled broke apart and finally dispersed, Oscar paused, and then laughed again, a soft bitter sound.
They ate every word of it.
His voice rang through Oscar’s ears, a slow drawl, in a deeper voice than Oscar’s own. Gritting his teeth once more, Oscar shook his head, moving down the long halls towards his quarters where Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum would be waiting. They could always cheer him up, Tweedle-Dee especially and Tweedle-Dum well…it was about time he let her out of punishment.
“Quiet. They think I’m crazy enough already.”
Ah, but you are crazy aren’t you? A complete not jub, the bird has left the coop-totally coo-coo.
Stopping midstep, Oscar narrowed his eyes and gulped. “No thanks to you.” he whispered beneath his breath.
Going back to your precious pets? Really, such nice soft bodies they have. I particularly like the one who squirms when you—
“Stop, that’s vulgar.” Face reddening, Oscar continued onwards once more. “And don’t act as if you’re not the one who started this.”
Ah, but you’re continuing it aren’t you? So enthralled with their pretty soft bodies and fluffy tails. Can you hear when they scream Oscar? No…you’re always gentle with…what was her name? Tweedle-Dee? Haha! What about the dumb one? Why are you so tough on her?
“You know the answer.”
Ah, is it the backtalk? Is it because it makes me come out? Haha! So you’re trying to save her by tossing her into closets?
“It keeps you from raping her.”
Not all the time.
Stopping in front of the door to his room, Oscar grit his teeth, the muscle in his jaw twitching before he gulped.
“No.” he murmured. “Not all the time.”
He didn’t say anything more, but then again, Oscar didn’t really expect him to. He had proven his point after all.
Fighting back a shudder and the frustrated tears behind his eyes, Oscar pushed open the door to his room and sighed only to freeze at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.
“Step aside.” Crisp, clean, precise- that voice could only belong to one man.
Turning around with devastating slowness, the Goldsbloom heir bit his tongue, amber eyes glued to the severe gaze of his father, or more aptly at the guards behind him.
Oscar’s face blanched, heart beating in his chest.
“You can’t.”
Harold Goldsbloom said nothing in reply, and simply looked down at his son like the scum that he thought he was. Flinching back from the gaze, Oscar shook his head, blocking the doorway with his body before slamming the door shut behind him, effectively cutting off any move his father or the guards could make to get inside his quarters. Or at the pets inside.
Oh yes, Oscar had noticed the gleaming swords in the guard’s hands, the heavy shackles dragging on the ground.
“You’ll not take them from me.” Voice suddenly quite, Oscar narrowed his eyes.
“You have no choice. Step aside boy. You’re making this difficult.”
Shadows tugged at the edges of Oscar’s vision and the young heir twitched. “You’ll not take them.” he repeated, only to flinch at the stinging backhand he received.
Stumbling to the ground, Oscar barely had time to blink before he was held down, guards at his arms and legs and as he watched his father put his hand on the door, Oscar barely had time to scream before shadows erupted in his vision.
And then…darkness.
*~*~*~*
What a messy sight this was.
Mouth curling as he shoved the groaning guard away from him with a clatter of armor, ‘Oscar’ ran his finger across his bloodied face, more specially the quickly forming bruise growing on the swell of his cheek bone.
One would think that as head to the Goldsbloom House, Harold would have put up a better fight. As it was? The little lord’s father was mewling like a newborn kitten. Pressing his foot further against his father’s chest and delighting in the way the man released a half sobbed, ‘Oscar’ all but ignored the pained groans of the wounded guards scattered around him, too lost in the glee of torturing the man beneath his foot.
“Squashed like a bug,” He cajoled, “isn’t that how the saying goes, Father? If I remember correctly, this is how you offed the Grimshaw Head and his entire family along with him!” A cold laugh escaped the young heir’s lips and he pressed down further, mouth widening as a crack sounded out. “Gotten weak in your old age, haven’t you daddy dearest?”
Another press, another scream and another bought of laughter. Another crack.
Bending down until he was ear level with his father’s heaving chest, Oscar tilted his head to the side, eyes dark and shadowed. “You’ll not get what’s mine old man.” Deadly quiet for a moment, Oscar stared into his father’s frightened eyes before he smiled, features shadowed by the trembling torches. “Well…” he continued, “I’ve always wanted to be Head.”
[/b]DATA
Class: Class? Surely you'd know this by now. Oscar's pure human! Why would he be anything else? All those other are just trash beneath his boot. Any Goldsbloom noble would believe that.
Name: Oscar Theodore Goldsbloom
Nickname(s): Nicknames? Really, do you think that Oscar would allow himself to be referred to as something as paltry as a nickname? The only one ever to call him something other than his given name to his face was his mother. And he had been three at the time.
Birthday: November 23, 3021
House: Goldsbloom. You don't think Oscar would be descended from those doll like fools in Whitestag nor those weak willed scientsists in Silverhollow? No, no Oscar is Goldsbloom born and bred.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color: Brown would be a simple way to put it, but in truth, his eyes are more a faded amber. Sometimes, though, they look gold.
Hair Color: A dark mahogany. In some lights, it shines red, while in others, it looks a deep brown, like the color of wet earth.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Build: Tall, and a bit lanky, but leanly muscled. The muscles on his arms, while not bulky, are quite pronounced, as are the muscles on his legs. Do you honestly think that the newly minted head to the House of Goldsbloom would be a frumpy man allowed to sit on his rear?
Distinguishing Features:
He's got a large birthmark shaped like a trident on his back, and while it might not be noticeable but there's a little scar on his temple, from where he fell and hit his head as a child.
Typical Dress:
Oscar tends to prefer loose fitting clothes. Anything confining makes him start to sweat, and he gets that odd feeling as if he's being watched. Of course, his clothes might be loose fitting but they're still made of the highest quality fabrics money can buy.
Orientation:
Human or Hybrid?
No really, the class does matter.
Human females are much more preferable to the males...and as for the hybrids? Either one will do. They're just animals anyways, right?
Other Notes:---
PERSONALITY
Age: 21.
Likes:
[hybrids]
Oscar has always been fond of hybrids, even before he started shagging them. There's something about the companionship they offer, the feeling of always having something there.
[books]
Oscar might seem a fool with his bravado and boasting, but when he has the time, or no one is around, he prefers to simply read a book. The stories within them allow him to escape.
[pit fights]
It might seem odd that for how much Oscar likes hybrids, he enjoys the pit fights as well.
[writing]
Writing for Oscar is an escape, and though he won't tell you, there's a place not even Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are allowed to follow him to-his secret haven. He writes there, and lets his mind flow away. There he doesn't have to worry about anything, and he can lose himself.
Dislikes:
[back-talk]
Back talk is disrespect, and disrespect tends to set him off, and Oscar's not talking about himself. Oh, if only Tweedle-Dum would stop, then she wouldn't be hurt as much. And Oscar wouldn't feel so bad. But can't she see? It's not him, but him. Oh yes, Oscar hates back-talk. It makes bad things happen....for everyone involved.
[responsibility]
Responsibility. Ugh, what a terrible word. Oscar would much watch the world pass him by. He doesn't want to be responsible for anything. The thought becoming the Goldsbloom head makes him feel pyhsically ill.
[the dark]
Oscar hates the dark. He hates everything it represents, and the way it seems to claw at his skin. But most of all? He hates the way that he seems to be more active in it, and sometimes, sometimes there will be points in the night where Oscar will just open his eyes and be in a completely different place then before. Usually with a bleeding body in front of him.
[being the head]
Oscar hated his father, and once, he thought that he was thinking of offing him. In the end, that's what happened. Not that Oscar can tell anybody. Now he's stuck with being the head and Oscar hates it. Hates it with every fiber of his being. Responsibility after all...it makes him shudder.
Aspirations
-Oscar wants out of Goldsbloom. Really, he just wants to strive out on his own-to be his own person.
-Someday, somehow, Oscar wants to actually tell his father what he thinks, and not be to afraid to express his true ideals. Too bad the man is dead now. And at his own hand too.
-He'll finally get the courage to tell Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum that he's sorry. That it wasn't him but him. But the chances of that happening? Ha, Oscar has a better chance convincing that so-called-hybrid rebel leader to dance in a field of daisies.
Fears
[him]
Oscar is terrified of the mere prospect of him. Everything about him makes his heart stop. From the way he can't remember things to the way the world stops and sometimes, sometimes it feels as if a voice is speaking to him, whispering in his ear.
But most of all? Most of all Oscar fears that he will take things out of control, will do something no one can reverse. That maybe he'll hurt his pets.
And that maybe, he'll kill them.
[abandonment]
Oscar is terrified by the idea of being alone. The mere prospect of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum dying make's his heart stop, however he might treat them. Because deep down, no matter what, Oscar cares for his pets.
Even if he doesn't act like it sometimes.
But, really, the thought of them abandoning him chills him down to the bone. Sometimes, it scares him more than the mere prospect of him ever will.
Strengths:
-[showy]
If there's something Oscar's good at, its being showy. He can pretend to be something that he's not, be the most extravagant person in the room with hardly breaking a sweat. He's got to be after all.
-[smooth talker]
Oscar's probably the smoothest talker you'll ever meet. He can be suave, seemingly kind and everything else you want your mind to see. He can almost talk his way out of any situation. And its a must when you're dealing with him
-[liar]
This might not be the best of traits, but its one he's good at. He can lie about anything without breaking a sweat, and his smooth talking? Well it only helps matters. Besides, Oscar might not have been the one to do it. It might have been him.
Weaknesses
-[disconnected]
Oscar's a bit disconnected from the world around him. Whether its because of him or something else, Oscar doesn't really know. Then again, he doesn't really care. He tends to let things pass him by, and is distant, even to those he considers friends.
-[follower]
Oscar would rather not lead anything-he dislikes responsibility, and doesn't like having burdens hoisted on his shoulders. He's content to watch and to follow, and in fact, he much prefers this. He's not a go-getter, and this tends to get his father angry at him.
-[absent minded]
Oscar forgets things, even when he doesn't take over. His mind just tends to drop things, and sometimes, he'll forget completely what he's doing. And really? He's so used to this happening that he just goes with the flow. He's already used to blanking out anyways.
Habits:
-Sometimes, out of the blue, Oscar will rub at his head, looking confused, mouth open almost as if he's speaking to someone.
-He has a habit of running his hand through his hair when particularly thoughtful.
-If he feels him coming along, Oscar tends to get a bit frantic, and he'll freeze up.
Overall Personality:
While he might seem foolish and stupid on the outside, he's a bit worried...because you see, there's something horribly wrong with Oscar.
And it's not just the fact that he likes to shag hybrids.
No, no....there's something wrong with his mind. At times, its almost like there is two of him, resting in his mind. What else could explain the memory gaps and the brief splashes of black? Or the sudden changes of mood, of the switch from between enraged to cheery, from thankful to disgusted?
Oh yes. Oscar's fairly sure that he's not the one in control of his body sometimes.
No, it's him. And if its him...
Well, you'd better watch out.
He's not as nice as Oscar is...in fact, one could even say that he's...
cruel.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace: Goldsbloom Sector.
Parents: Alice Eva Goldsbloom and Harold Eugene Goldsbloom.
Siblings: Only Child.
Education: Surely you already know the answer to this. Oscar's a Goldsbloom for God's sake- he's got the best education money can buy. He just doesn't act like it. Who needs to be smart, when you've got money? Still, don't think Oscar's stupid. He's got the brains when it counts.
History:
Oscar doesn't remember being pampered as a child, not really. Sure his mother doted on him with sweets, but that only lasted until he stopped being a cute little toddler. The moment he got old enough to walk and talk on his own, well, needless to say he was sent to the nursemaids so Alice could enjoy her life.
As such, Oscar was mostly left on his own, but that was okay. Because Oscar had him. He showed up when Oscar needed him to, and for a time, was Oscar's only friend.
Unfortunately, that all changed the moment Oscar turned 18.
Because that's when he got Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum from the pit-rings. And well, needless to say, he wasn't very happy about that. But what did Oscar care? He now had friends, companions of his very own!
He loved them so very, very much, and while he didn't very much care for them soon, it became apparent to him that both Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum were very fine specimens of hybrids.
So he did what any normal man would do when confronted with two beautiful creatures.
Too bad Oscar's the one who has to deal with the consequences.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
- He likes to shag hybrids.
- He's a bit...off sometimes.
- He tends to overreact to the slightest things.
Rumors:
- He's not Alice's real son.
- He's actually a hybrid himself, why else would he shag them?
- He's secretly running the Goldsbloom pit-rings.
Secrets:
- He is taking over more and more often. Sometimes, Oscar blacks out for whole days without realizing anything.
- He knows about his mother's affair, but he won't say anything.
- He is utterly terrified of ever becoming head.
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri
Years Role-Playing: Err, a long time-around nine or ten years.
Contact: PM or e-mail, either one is fine =)
Other Characters: Gold, Xerxes
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
“Haah….Haahhh…”
Breath escaping in heavy gasps, Oscar fell to his knees, his fingers knotted in his hair and his eyes screwed shut. His body shook, his arms quivering and tears welled up beneath his eyes.
Didn’t I tell you not to do that? They’ll only hurt you. Not like I will.
“Shut…shut up…” Gritting his teeth, and all but oblivious to the panicked looks of the sevants passing him, Oscar pulled himself to his feet, grasping the wall with a trembling hand. “I’m not…not going to listen to you anymore…”
Ahh, but isn’t that what you said last time? And then daddy-dearest he…
Breath hitching, Oscar paused, amber eyes hazy and faded. “Father he said…”
Said you had to get rid of them. Get rid of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Your reputation is getting ahead of you.
“No! It was…” trailing off as a became aware of the quiet whispers surrounding him, Oscar blinked blankly before he shook his head, and laughed, half-hysteric half desperate and straightened himself to his full height. Tugging his shirt back into place and hating the way the sleek fabric clung to his frame, Oscar ran his hand through his hair, and though his arms still quivered, the smile he sent towards the whispering servants spoke nothing of his previous breakdown.
“Was I convincing?” he drawled, eyes gliding towards a nervous looking girl at the front.
She was petite, all tiny hands and large eyes. Pretty enough but…Oscar’s smile dipped slightly and he shrugged, shaking the thoughts away with another wave of his hand and another coy smile. “Haha!”
The servants around him shifted, and Oscar’s eyes narrowed. “There’s a play going on in the central district, did you know? It was quite wonderful. Too bad you all are too...” Oscar’s eyes passed over the crowd, and he smiled, running his hand through his hair once more. “Well, I don’t think I need to continue. Ah! But consider your selves honored. You were all witness to my grand performance! Don’t you think it was wonderful?”
Voice light and airy, Oscar waved his hand in the air and then took a bow, his heart pounding in his chest as his hair fell over his face, shadowing his eyes as the crowd broke into nervous chuckles coupled with annoyed groans. It was just the foolish Goldsbloom heir after all, and who hadn’t heard of the rumors about his little trysts with hybrids? Ugh. Really, the boy wasn’t fit to rule the house, much less anything else.
Straitening up once more as the small crowd who had assembled broke apart and finally dispersed, Oscar paused, and then laughed again, a soft bitter sound.
They ate every word of it.
His voice rang through Oscar’s ears, a slow drawl, in a deeper voice than Oscar’s own. Gritting his teeth once more, Oscar shook his head, moving down the long halls towards his quarters where Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum would be waiting. They could always cheer him up, Tweedle-Dee especially and Tweedle-Dum well…it was about time he let her out of punishment.
“Quiet. They think I’m crazy enough already.”
Ah, but you are crazy aren’t you? A complete not jub, the bird has left the coop-totally coo-coo.
Stopping midstep, Oscar narrowed his eyes and gulped. “No thanks to you.” he whispered beneath his breath.
Going back to your precious pets? Really, such nice soft bodies they have. I particularly like the one who squirms when you—
“Stop, that’s vulgar.” Face reddening, Oscar continued onwards once more. “And don’t act as if you’re not the one who started this.”
Ah, but you’re continuing it aren’t you? So enthralled with their pretty soft bodies and fluffy tails. Can you hear when they scream Oscar? No…you’re always gentle with…what was her name? Tweedle-Dee? Haha! What about the dumb one? Why are you so tough on her?
“You know the answer.”
Ah, is it the backtalk? Is it because it makes me come out? Haha! So you’re trying to save her by tossing her into closets?
“It keeps you from raping her.”
Not all the time.
Stopping in front of the door to his room, Oscar grit his teeth, the muscle in his jaw twitching before he gulped.
“No.” he murmured. “Not all the time.”
He didn’t say anything more, but then again, Oscar didn’t really expect him to. He had proven his point after all.
Fighting back a shudder and the frustrated tears behind his eyes, Oscar pushed open the door to his room and sighed only to freeze at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.
“Step aside.” Crisp, clean, precise- that voice could only belong to one man.
Turning around with devastating slowness, the Goldsbloom heir bit his tongue, amber eyes glued to the severe gaze of his father, or more aptly at the guards behind him.
Oscar’s face blanched, heart beating in his chest.
“You can’t.”
Harold Goldsbloom said nothing in reply, and simply looked down at his son like the scum that he thought he was. Flinching back from the gaze, Oscar shook his head, blocking the doorway with his body before slamming the door shut behind him, effectively cutting off any move his father or the guards could make to get inside his quarters. Or at the pets inside.
Oh yes, Oscar had noticed the gleaming swords in the guard’s hands, the heavy shackles dragging on the ground.
“You’ll not take them from me.” Voice suddenly quite, Oscar narrowed his eyes.
“You have no choice. Step aside boy. You’re making this difficult.”
Shadows tugged at the edges of Oscar’s vision and the young heir twitched. “You’ll not take them.” he repeated, only to flinch at the stinging backhand he received.
Stumbling to the ground, Oscar barely had time to blink before he was held down, guards at his arms and legs and as he watched his father put his hand on the door, Oscar barely had time to scream before shadows erupted in his vision.
And then…darkness.
*~*~*~*
What a messy sight this was.
Mouth curling as he shoved the groaning guard away from him with a clatter of armor, ‘Oscar’ ran his finger across his bloodied face, more specially the quickly forming bruise growing on the swell of his cheek bone.
One would think that as head to the Goldsbloom House, Harold would have put up a better fight. As it was? The little lord’s father was mewling like a newborn kitten. Pressing his foot further against his father’s chest and delighting in the way the man released a half sobbed, ‘Oscar’ all but ignored the pained groans of the wounded guards scattered around him, too lost in the glee of torturing the man beneath his foot.
“Squashed like a bug,” He cajoled, “isn’t that how the saying goes, Father? If I remember correctly, this is how you offed the Grimshaw Head and his entire family along with him!” A cold laugh escaped the young heir’s lips and he pressed down further, mouth widening as a crack sounded out. “Gotten weak in your old age, haven’t you daddy dearest?”
Another press, another scream and another bought of laughter. Another crack.
Bending down until he was ear level with his father’s heaving chest, Oscar tilted his head to the side, eyes dark and shadowed. “You’ll not get what’s mine old man.” Deadly quiet for a moment, Oscar stared into his father’s frightened eyes before he smiled, features shadowed by the trembling torches. “Well…” he continued, “I’ve always wanted to be Head.”
Standing up to his full height again, Oscar’s lips quirked. “Good bye father.”
As Oscar brought his foot down for one last stomp, the halls rang with the sound of Harold Goldsbloom’s dying screams.
Eyes closed in euphoric bliss, ‘Oscar’ laughed. “Well little lord…” he whispered to the air, “Don’t you see how much I love you…?”
Somewhere in the depths of his mind, Oscar felt a chill and as he came to, he couldn’t help but sob.
“Oh dear god…” and so it was, huddled over his father’s corpse, hands bloodied and trousers soaked with his own father’s life blood, Oscar lent to the side and vomited just as the maids found him.
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