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The first thing that strikes you when you see Oscar is his sheer size. Well over six feet in height and broad of
shoulder, he carries his shield casually on his left arm and his sword is scabbarded on his belt. You can see the letters P O V freshly painted on his shield.
There is a glowing ring upon his right hand, he seems to be in his early thirtys and his thick auburn hair cascades down over his shoulders in a display that many women would long to have. Looking closely, you may see there is one
braid in his hair, hanging down one side of his head and tied with a scrap of leather died red. He toys with this braid occasionally and grins widely when he does. Ask him the reason for the braid, if you dare!
He has a smile for everyone and may even be heard humming to himself as he walks by. He seems to be glowing with happiness. You might see a splash of red on his wrist, a piece of cloth tied there for some reason known only to
himself and to she who fastened it.
You will often see him touching the other ring he wears, a white gold ring he received from his bondmate, Celeste.
It means a great deal to him, judging by the smile on his face and the distant look in his eyes. There is a necklace round his neck, difficult to see. There is a ring with a large stone on the necklace and you may see him touch it to make sure it is still safe.
Oscar's concern for the land and for the people who inhabit it is clear to see in his words and actions. When he
listens to you he concentrates solely on you, his eyes seem to drill deep into your inner self, a feeling that
should be uncomfortable yet somehow is reassuring.
You are left with the feeling that this is a man to fear but also a man to trust, a man of honour who treats all others as honourable also.
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