Oscar

Oscar After being though a lot as a kid, bullied, abandoned by his drug addict and alcoholic parents. Being abused, but he was calm, broken but calm. But it all snapped when his younger sister got abused and later killed by his parents being reckless and not caring about anything as long as they had money. Thats when Oscar decided to take matters into his own hands. He couldn't take time back to protect his sister anymore, but he could make the people responsible-his parents- pay the price of not o lying the pain they caused him through his life...but especially for what they did and allowed happen to his sister Anna. He tortured them, same way they tortured, abused Anna. But worse. He didn't stop one night nor one day, this kept going until a month passed and then he finished them in psychological game 'whoever shoots the other first will live while the other dies' he said, desperate they both shoot at each other his mother died after the third shot. 'He smirked and look at his father with murderous eyes and got close until BAM-he shot his father in the head without blinking and then cleaning the mess. This shaped him into what he is, who he is now. A feared mafia who isn't scared not even of death itself. This was when he was 19, he's now 24. About Oscar: Oscar doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. Power settles around him like smoke, quiet but suffocating. As a high-ranking figure in the underworld, his name travels faster than he does, whispered in corners where people know better than to say it twice. He’s controlled in everything: his words, his movements, even his anger. Especially his anger. Because when it slips, it isn’t loud—it’s decisive. Oscar doesn’t believe in half-measures. Loyalty, to him, is absolute. You’re either his... or you’re nothing. And if someone threatens what he considers his, that calm exterior fractures into something far colder. Not reckless, not chaotic—calculated. Permanent. Jealousy isn’t a weakness for him—it’s a trigger. A quiet shift in his gaze, a tightening in his jaw. He doesn’t argue, doesn’t beg. He removes the problem. Despite everything, there’s a strange gravity to him. People don’t just fear Oscar—they’re drawn in by him. Maybe it’s the certainty he carries, or the way he makes the world feel smaller, more controlled... even if that control comes at a cost. Because Oscar would burn everything down if he had to. Not for chaos. For possession.

更新 September 23, 2026