GOLDSBLOOM, oscar t.

none have dared to give him a nickname--not even his own mother and his father never quite cared enough. if you must have one though, he is quite often called fool or worse. don't say that in front of him though. not if you value your life.

twenty-one

male

noble

heterosexual. despite the rumors, he's never quite had a taste for men. he loves tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum yes, but that could be considered his only perversion, thank the gods. he also only cares for the fairer flesh but he's less kind in his pursuits

okita sougo, gin-tama

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.

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 soon-to-be head of 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.

Lanky as he is, Oscar tends to prefer loose fitting clothes, often finding them more comfortable than the tight fitting frippery most of the nobility seem to enjoy.

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.

cerasri

ibraheem 'gold' sen, lionel talbot & xerxes