#oskandr

bweird's OC-tober

Day 10 - 14: Palette week

oh wow no this isn't cool AUGH SO MANY FEELS ABOUT MY BOOK I CAN'T REALLY SHARE BECAUSE SPOILERS but fuckit i'm sharing it anyways BUT UNDER A READMORE so you don't have to listen to me rant about my story

whenever it will occur in the book

idk

not finished yet, obvs

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"Twenty-nine seconds. You're too slow, Oskandr."

The boy in question bit at his lower lip, studying the text laid out before him. He stood over the desk, smoothing out the scroll that he was supposed to be deciphering. It was in written Shikalic, the jagged, flowing script native to the dark-skinned denizens of Westrun. He'd only seen the language a few times before in his life. The sloping, almost musical notation of it had intrigued him, but he hadn't attempted to immerse himself into studying it. Now, he was being tasked to not only decode an entire scroll of the language, but also to solve the riddle it posed.

"Thirty-seven seconds."

Oskandr thought back to the times he'd seen the language before. They had all been within the past two weeks, at regular intervals in the afternoon. First he had been shown a children's book, had been allowed to flip through it and take what knowledge he could from it. There had been an alphabet at the start of the book. Later on, he had been given a religious text, then a book of poetry. In his mind he flipped through the pages, comparing and contrasting all the symbols that had been translated for him back then to the images he was currently contemplating.

"Forty-two seconds."

It wasn't proper Shikalic, he discovered. It was just using  the alphabet but everything else was written with the standard grammar and spelling rules of Atlaiic. Boring. He quickly transcribed the characters into Atlaiic and set about to solving the riddle. The riddle itself was, "I am everywhere, but cannot be held, cannot be captured, cannot be seen. I have no throat, but can be heard. What am I?" Oskandr scoffed. Child's play.

"Wind. The answer is wind."

His tutor looked at his stopwatch. "Fifty-seven seconds! I'll be damned. You really are a prodigy."

Oskandr rolled his eyes. Another one of those tutors, identical to his predecessors. "Yes, yes," he yawned, waving a hand submissively, "I've heard it all before. Do you have any more tests for me today?"

The bearded professor shook his head, and began wringing his hands nervously. "N-no, my lord. Usually that tests takes my students at least three hours to complete."

Oskandr rolled up the scroll and held it behind his back as he walked towards the one window in the study. "Hmm. I'm sure. Very well, you're dismissed."

Meet Oskandr!

Character Name/Nicknames/Aliases: Oskandr, Os, Princeling (in a derogatory way by certain characters later on)

Birth Date: 14a776

Place of Birth: Deiauria, Altic

Residence: The Pale, aka Sevenfold Spire, the Palm of the Hand

Height: 5'7''

Weight: 145 lbs.

Handedness: Left

Age (at start of story): 20

General Appearance: Prim, proper, well dressed. His curly black hair is generally unruly but he does his best to keep it tame. 

Relationship with Family: His mother and father have raised him into greatness. They hold high positions within the Sevenfold and have told Oskandr since birth that he is to be the future emperor of all Armeis. He trusts his parents but at the same time slowly grows to resent them. He is rarely given any freedoms and is forced to do as he is told no matter what. His parents do their best to encourage his scholarly interests and give him the best money can buy.

Relationship with Friends: Friends? What are those? He's solitary and aloof. He wouldn't know what to do with friends if he had them. As far as he's concerned everyone is just a pawn in his overall plan.

Educational History: He's raised by scholars. If there's something he doesn't know, he won't admit it. He tries to be as objective as he can when dealing with knowledge and he enjoys his books and studies. He can be quite haughty and will hold his knowledge over other people, using it to brag and generally be an arse.

Phobias / Fears:  He's never had to fear for anything. He has a personal guard and can also take care of himself. Anyone who messes with him dies. He does have the fear of letting down his parents, but only seldom, as he's got a very big ego. But when nightmares strike, he sees that failure and is terrified by it. 

Bad Habits / Vices:  He puts others down when he's feeling even remotely insecure. He uses his knowledge to make others feel bad. He will never admit defeat and would let hundreds die if it meant his own personal safety. He takes what he wants and gets what he wants and anyone standing in his way is surely going to get killed.

Quirks: He bites his lip when puzzled or working on an equation or is otherwise concentrating. He's an avid daydreamer. Being stuck in a spire day after day does that to you. He often dreams of flying and sneaks out of the spire every now and again just to see how the common rabble lives. He will correct people if they are misinformed or mispronouncing someone, even if it is considered rude. Very over-confident because he's rarely wrong. If he is wrong, he will argue with you even if he knows he's wrong. 

Best Qualities: He's smart as hell. He can memorize almost anything easily. He's observant and aware, polite and well-mannered. 

Worst Qualities: He loathes change. He's moody and bratty, and used to getting things done his way. He hates being refused. He rarely puts others' needs before his own. 

Personal Goals: Rule the world, be the best at everything, that kind of deal. It's what he's been told to do his entire life. 

yeah i totally lied about going to sleep woops

anyways this is Oskandr

profile to come in a little while!!