「 O s k a r 」

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3 years, 11 months ago
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fragilism
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polaeska
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the bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof

❝ My family comes first. Maybe that's what makes me different from other guys. ❞

Full NAMEOskar
height12 cm
species fragilius
soulmatex
pronounshe / him
orientationasexual
✦ Evening Glow「 familiar 」aether
commonporcelain material, round pupils, solid color matter
uncommonfilling ii, alloy, wings x
rarelarge horns

* 「 Item of birth / Broken object 」ー old trusty pen of an unknown writer. ink inside boils with unwriten words and ideas. wishing someone would pick it up and let it create the new world. let the unspoken and unwriten guide you


tiered old soul inhibiting the young body. Oskar feels as if he has lived through so many years when it has been but a fraction of his life. his solemn and cold demenour often makes him seem unapprochable and - to some - he can appear scary. almost as if he is without a heart. he is far from it. under the seemingly indiferent and mask, there is a fragile creative writer's soul who fears nothing but losing the only person he holds dear to him. she is his light, his sense in being still alive in this world.
despite being able to thaw his frozen heart, his darling can be the reason or incite Oskar's overprotective and - in specific cases - violent tendencies. whenever he deems someone a threat, he will not hesitate to scare of or eliminate them. cynical and blunt are his other weapons that keep others away from him. he is hard to approach and even harder to like. best would be to just leave them be.

• although he writes, he only lets Victoria hold and read the books and stories he wrote
• can't eat sweets - any sweets - even if Victoria makes them
• every night he reads a good night story to Victoria, always ending on a clifhanger
• let's Victoria stand on his feet when they dance together

Victoria | rain | smell of books | coffee | dew | unique-looking pens
sweets | heat | humidity | noisy and nosy persons | humans

born from a pen, Oskar was around humans from his very first breath. place he found himself in - alongside his other fragilius companion - was an office of a retired author. while the old human never paid them much attention - too absorbed in his own world that he created - his grandson was another thing. since the smaller human became aware of their existence Oskar and his friend had to find places to hide and evade the boy but without disturbing the old man. it worked, until the boy finally got a hold of the other. what Oskar had witnessed had left a deep scar on him. he could never trust another human. having made his escape and narrowly avoiding death, he set out to get as far away as he possibly could from humans. for a while he was able to stay away from humans and met another one of his kind. however, the same fate befell this poor soul as had with his previous friend. then he ran again. and another had narrowly escaped capture. it seemed wherever he would go - humans would follow. absolutely devasteted by thinking this is to be his life. Oskar had decided he would then lead every human he comes across as far away from others as he could. he kept at this for years, making himself isolated from the others and an ache in his heart. then he met her. when they first met her, Oskar was dismisive and brash with her - trying to make her leave him - in between his acts of kindness to her - at any cost. yet the young lady was insistant and kept to his side - ever since he rescued her from a lake. she kept pushing him to the brinks of his sanity to the point when he finally gave in. being sure that she will now leave after seeing him at his most pityful state and for the ill fortune he really is, Oskar let her do as she pleased. but to his surprise, Victoria stayed. she expressed her wish to stay with him. that he felt like home. touched by the kind heart and grieving from loneliness, it was too much for Oskar to pass out. even knowing it was selfish of him to keep her by his side, he had vowed to protect her with all he has. he will protect the good in this world. maybe he can finally start believing his life is not doomed to an enternal solitude like he had thought.
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long white porcelain horns are decorated with a golden lines. small anemones coronaria sit between. as if dares mask his true nature. his clothes are dark - as his soul - ranging from dark purple turtleneck sweater to grey coat adorened with gold lines, going well with his half gloves and shoes. only his pants of white - with a grey line - being a contrast to the gloom. large golden pendant graces his neck - does it hide a secret however - with many beads and jewels. he hoists a pair of white wings, with violet tips are adorned with golden wreaths.

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Victoria ー despite not being related, Oskar views her as if she were his own daughter. he dotes on her constantly and at times gets overly protective of her. to him, Victoria is his world and he will do everything he can for her to be happy and keep her safe

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Nadír ー untrustworthy. Oskar refuses to believe a selfless person like him exists and the concept that someone would help anyone if he does not have something to gain is nothing but lies. he tries to avoid him as much as he can, and much to his dismay, Victoria seems to find him interesting

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Iris ー a mystery. this young lady had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and has caught oskar's attention with her grace and poise. she is difficult to understand but so mesmerising to look at. the way she moves and shows her talent leaves oskar in awe and inspiration