Oscar Viotto

Biographical information

Birthplace Alliria Born Died Age 435 Home The Silent Court Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Undead Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'10" Mass 295lbs Hair color Brown Eye color Gray Skin color White

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Warlock to the Lord of Luck Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Moulder Created on Avatar Protrait by Nika Fargos

The life of the party, Oscar has looked at his life through a new lens since becoming Unearthed. Having little memory of his former life, or any solid place in the world, he drifts from town to town and city to city. Determined to sample all life has to offer, Oscar never turns down an experience whether it is a new culinary dish, a new sexual experience, or someone waving pointy weapons at him.

“An opponent is just a frustrated friend, after all.” - Oscar

Oscar is 6'10", a towering giant of a human. However, a pillar of muscle he is not. Sagging around the middle and having clearly never worked a day in his life, Oscar was built more for love than fighting. He maintains a skill with the rapier, but it was more of a poetic venture versus anything serious. His soft grey eyes are alight with mirth, and he constantly has a smile on his face. His hands are often stained in ink from composing poetry, though his clothing is well-made. He's found style to be one of his fonder hobbies, and seems to be daring himself to pull off more and more daring outfits.

Unearthed: Oscar is what is known as an Unearthed undead. His soul is pinned to his very much dead body via a complex symbol carved carefully into his skull just behind his soft palate. Damaging this seal or destroying it will release his soul from his body, and let him pass into the veil of true death. Until then? He is functionally immortal. He does not age, will shrug off wounds the living would consider mortal, and needs no sleep, water or rest.

A Born Diplomat: Oscar knows seventeen different languages, the etiquette of a myriad of cultures, and holds no hatred or ill will towards any race or culture. Oscar is a born chameleon, able to vanish into whatever culture he visits with an air of confidence and good-will. Hostile cultures are often confused by his geniality, and Oscar isn't above wearing them down with friendliness.

Iron Liver: Oscar's undeath allows him to drink quite a lot of alcohol before suffering any negative affects.

Fancy a Toss?: Oscar's patron lord is skilled in luck magic. Oscar can slightly skew the outcomes of gambling games, coin tosses, games of chance, etc to his favor.

Golden Sentinels: Oscar's patron, Rosebury, can spy on him through gold objects. Oscar can also leave golden objects hidden in places to give his master a first-eye view of what's going on. However, these objects only last for a week when placed, then are simply boring old gold again.

Oscar is determined to see the good in everyone.

He is a gentle soul, calm in the face of adversity, and with a wealth of patience for the hot-tempered and upset. He views his undeath as a second lease on life, and is determined to make the most of it. After passing through the veil of death and becoming a citizen of the Silent Court, all the petty little insecurities of life seem so...minor. Having no family or lover to call his own, Oscar spreads his wealth and love around. He has a neverending cavalcade of men down on their luck, women of the night, and unfortunate strays picked up in a dizzying flurry of impulse. Race, sex and gender are beyond him. He has just decided to surround himself and those he chooses in affection, to chase away the shadows even for a few moments. Oscar knows how much a belly of good food and a night of pleasure can reinvigorate a person, and considers it a type of magic in itself.