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A recluse by nature, Oskar does not often associate with his peers. At social events he is withdrawn and quiet, although if approached by an acquaintance, he will open up considerably. Whilst he isn’t a malicious nor particularly cruel individual, Oskar has a tendency to adopt a patronising or cold demeanour because it is expected of him.

Very bright and astute, Oskar’s sense of humor tends to be dry and sardonic. He often takes the role of the “sidekick” in interpersonal relationships; it must be noted that he does not subconsciously yearn to be in the spotlight, but instead is comfortable in a supporting role. While Oskar is for the most part reserved, his temper is his biggest downfall. Anything can agitate him when he’s in a mood, and when it gets bad enough, he lashes out in violence that can do quite a number on the people around him. These ‘episodes’ are short-lived though, and he always feels guilty about it afterwards. He keeps mostly to himself, having few friends over the years.

Not one to open up right away, Oskar prefers to keep everyone at arms length until he has no other choice but to let them get close. He’s hard to like, much less to love but to those he considers friend, he’s the person you want at your side when times get rough.


Oskar grew up in Manchester, an only child to a wealthy businessman and his beautiful wife. The Blackbournes, as the main meat-packing magnate in the UK, were, and continue to be, one of the richest families in the continent. From the day he was born, Oskar seemed to have everything handed to him on a silver platter. To outsiders, his life was enviable. But behind closed doors, things were quite different.

Oskar’s parents were far too busy to deal with a child, and so tended to leave him in the care of a nanny. This detachment between parent and child, perhaps, was why Oskar’s unusual behaviour went undetected. He had found endless entertainment in toying with people, constantly lying in order to get what he wanted. People never seemed to like staying around Oskar for long; his carers had a curious habit of never lasting more than a month at a time. Shrugging it off as the unreliability of the working class, Oskar’s parents turned a blind eye to his various oddities.

Oskar had turned almost completely inward by the age of ten, spending more time with his books and the family pets than with other human beings. Like all children that didn’t quite fit in, Oskar had a lonely childhood. He blazed through the school curriculum all too quickly, driven to boredom and frustration by the lack of challenge that school presented. Oskar’s already chilly demeanour worsened, driving himself further into isolation by refusing to play nice - he’d never quite understood polite society, not even after all those years spent hopping from one elite boarding school to the next. But it was only a matter of time until he graduated, and the then 16 year-old Oskar enrolled in Oxford that same year. There, he threw himself into his coursework, desperate for something that would actually engage him. All that excess energy rushing through his veins needed somewhere to go, and Oskar soon discovered where that ‘somewhere’ was.

Apart from his studies in Engineering (he always finds machines to be better company than people), Oskar eventually found solace in the Pistol Club. There, he learnt the intricacies of various firearms - ranging from gallery rifles, to muzzle-loading pistols. Right from the start, Oskar showed an affinity for the sport. His innate focus lent him an uncanny skill in zoning in on his target, and he managed to win a regional competition just a few months into training.

• Oskar is asexual. The idea of two people sucking face just doesn’t seem all that appealing to him. ...It actually grosses him out a little.
• Oskar loves cats, he’s basically the male equivalent of a crazy cat lady. Much to the chagrin of the help, he has five furry felines wreaking havoc back home - it’s really the only sort of company he can stand.