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'and so the lion fell in love with the Lamb.'

'there is pleasure in the pathless woods.'

'I prefer taking my swimming lessons from those who have drowned.'

BAŠI

[Full, Official Name ~ Oscar Sinclair.
Nickname/Alias ~ None especially, as he was always brought up with his full name, though he does suppose there's not many ways his forename could be shortened. He has had the plenty mocks and insults thrown at him in his time, if they count as aliases.
Specie ~ Vampiric for the sake of the form, but humane in most roleplays and scenarios.
Years of Age ~ He remains and usually varies his age between a fluctuation of twenty to thirty. He can get away with most ages, in between.
Gender of Choice ~ Male.
Biological Sex ~ Male.
Sexuality ~ Oscar finds women are more so easier to get into bed than men, but, has an attraction to all parties and an undeniable draw towards... younger boys. ]

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PERSONALI

[Personality ~ Over the years, Oscar has become a rapacious little bastard, with the clear mentality of taking, and rarely giving back. He embraces his devilish title, and actively seeks to top his previous sins, with unspeakable acts of adultery, murder, and even a little homosexuality every now and then. It's almost as if he is putting his middle finger up towards the heavens, at all those whom berated and abused him when he was but a mere teenager. He fucks, steals, and has even made a few little proteges. all in order to distract himself from the caving of his bones, and the wilting of his heart, as he draws nearer to the lonesome day where he is to suffer once again, with nothing to comfort him, but his own thoughts.
Abilities ~ none especially, apart from the obvious perks that come with the gift of Vampirism ~
Birthplace ~ His family's manor, in England. He was the last child to be conceived, due to obvious implications.
Birthdate ~ October 25th, 1751.
General View ~ Oscar believes there should be more transgression in the world; legalised prostitution, murder, vampires coming out of the closet... He has lived on this forsaken earth for centuries, and frankly, thinks it needs more havoc, just to spice things up.
Past Occupancy ~ England, begging and dying within the streets.
Current Occupancy ~ Wherever is open to fly to, on the date he dies and is reborn one again, as he cannot stay in a place after death catches up to him once again. ]

'I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.'

DEHRA

[Humane Appearance ~ media ~
Shifted Appearance ~ none, apart from once again, the obvious fangs and ebbing veins ~
Noticeable Aspects ~ Oscar does have quite the olden day look with his longish hair, and divine manner of dressing, but he can't especially help it. It was screwed into him when he was just a babe, and now, is rather impossible to break free of.
Judging a Book by its Cover ~ He will be a regular in most brothels and pubs, meaning the sight of his face to most, merely means 'income', to quite a multitude of businesses. He himself is the mainly judgmental one, in all honesty, and will sit plainly with a whore between his legs, a blunt in his mouth, and his gaze locked onto yours. He's much too old for tact. ]

'what doesn't kill you, isn't worth your time.'

AKATAR PROFONDA

[Background ~ He was a Noble at birth, his father of course being Lord Sinclair, but like many disabled and dwarfs in the eighteenth century, he was cast aside as some kind of sinful beast that God had given up on.
Backstory ~ Oscar was born with Muscular Dystrophy; a disease within his muscles that results in increasing weakening and breakdown of his skeletal muscles, and eventually, the affect of his heart or the muscles he needs for breathing. By the time he reached ten, Oscar was unable to walk, and, died just a miniature decade later of multiple organ failure. To which because of the timezone, he felt every excruciating moment of. He was labelled as a cursed individual throughout his short period of life, but even more so when he... came back from the dead, as something different; something more ravenous, something with a craving for blood, and something that his Church had preached about. Vampires - the devil's creature, not that he hadn't been called this before. Oscar's unwilling bringing into immortality did not cure him of his disease, or the condition of his life. He was banished from his home, stripped of his title and possessions, and spent the first two decades merely repeating the first twenty years of life over again, trapped in the body of a man he hardy recognised. He followed the same pattern of deterioration, being unable to walk, and then going into organ failure, and dying on the side of a cobblestone road this time, rather than the plush bed he had slumbered in his first time. It was only upon his fifth life, that he allowed himself to enjoy vampirism, to indulge in blood, and to use the time he had in a positive aspect.
Known Family ~ His immediate family will all be dead now, and even if he still had a continued linage, he would want nothing to do with them.
Likings ~ He adores the modern day's alcohol, drugs, sexual deviants and blondes. He has taken part in many of the things the world has to offer, and is a splendid fan of handcuffs within the bedroom. As well as that, in a more innocent adoration, Oscar most enjoys literature and has a said modern day's degree in English. He is a sucker for the classics.
Dislikes ~ He still has a great grudge against his family, for what they all did to him, and how he was... treated. Because of this, Oscar has a hatred for bullies of all kinds, in a way that some could label as childish.
Love-Life ~ Despite growing to be rather selfish, Oscar would not wish to burden anyone with having to love him. After all, upon dying, he is forced to start an entirely new life. That... doesn't mean that he's never been in love, though. ]

'I don't want this.'

~ SHORT HAIR CONCEPT ~

~ SHORT HAIR, BEARD CONCEPT ~

'I cannot stop this sickness taking over.'

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