About
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 Irascible and violent, Oscar's over reliance on guttural instinct outshines any shrewdness that stirs in his hollow helm. He's best described as a lackey, through and through. His boldness his matched by his loyalty. Though nothing will make him less insufferable, his stubborn conviction makes him the type of person one could easily trust watching over their backs. He sorrily lacks the restraint to sit still. If he isn't undergoing something to better hone himself, then his time is being wasted. His patience seems to only ever lie with whomever happens to be ordering him amok. Just don't impede his vices nor give him the opportunity to bicker, and the Skarmory will behave just fine. Hopefully.


Friends -


 His proclivity and values keep the bird from maintaining any proper acquaintanceship outside of the men and women he routinely works alongside of. He isn't against the concept. Everybody needs an emotional anchor, and it'd be inane even for he to claim otherwise. However he doesn't seek friends, rather a camaraderie with any who are willing to establish a mutual trust with someone as uncouth as he.


Enemies -

 Trotting such a loutish attitude around can quickly garner the scorn of dozens. The way he conducts himself can easily lead him into a bout of squabbling or an outright brawl if he wasn't swift as to catch his blabbering tongue. However, his true ire is reserved for any who'd act against his trust – knowing or otherwise.


Romance
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 Uninterested. Though if he were seeking any sort of bond, much of what applies to what he seeks in friends belongs here. As is usual of him, he'd value trust above anything else. But having witnessed his Mother's former ties whittle her down from the Warrior she claimed be, he'd rather not traipse into the same longing snares as she. Expect anything remotely flirtatious that sputters from him to be deeply laced in derision.