Name: Oscar Gallach (He goes by Ozzie)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Job: Prizefighter
Residence: Palisade

Appearance:
The best way to start imagining Ozzie is to picture a brick with ruddy-colored skin and a mop of hair so dark red it's near to black (and super duper curly). Now that you've got the correct build in mind, make him into a 5'6" man with shoulders and muscles that had intimidated more than once when his shirt came off. He looks soft around the middle and with his shirt on if only because he is built like a strongman and not a body builder; the six-pack is hidden under a layer of fat. Random scars litter his body from knuckles and teeth, the most damage caused by the fights is in his right eye - he's lost a third of the sight in his eye and is on his way to losing more. His knuckles are severely scared and calloused, well used in his line of work.

His face is as square as the rest of him but pleasant enough to look at, nothing to write home about. His nose is snub, bordering on adorable button and he has a wide mouth that isn't too full he often uses for smiling. Ozzie likes to smile when he's not at work, though he's missing a few molars and doesn't often show his teeth or laugh with his head back and mouth open.

Personality:
For all intents and purposes, Oscar is a rather nice and easy going man. He speaks in a low, mild tone and he smiles often. He's not overly quiet and tends to hunch his shoulders a bit in order to not look like he's about to crush you with his shoulders. Ozzie reads as much as he can and his vocabulary is quite expansive but he does his very best to play dumb in most situations; it's best to make people think you're stupid and have them open their mouth to spill all sort of stupid things then it is to break in with your own conversation. He avoids alcohol for this reason and doesn't usually let people see the ridiculous amounts of books and poetry he has sprawled around his (very small) home.

On his own, Oz is what we can kindly refer to as a priss. He is scarred up with busted knuckles and a missing molar or two but when he's out of the ring, his nails are clear of anything dirty, his clothes are clean although not brand new or expensive, his hair and face and all other things are washed. He takes care of himself when someones fist isn't slamming into his nose. Oz enjoys nice things, specifically books, but surrounds himself in his home with things Ciar like as well - flowers, clocks, nice rugs, those sorts of things. Pretty has her own little bed in a windowsill; it is made of three old pillows, a large soft pink blanket, and a little orange squeaky ball.

Oz treads a fine line between 'adorable' and 'temper'. His anger isn't the hair trigger sort and he gives you plenty of notice when he's getting upset. Insult his mother (or anyones, really), talk trash about friends, be exceedingly pushy when flirting, forcing him into ultimatums that he really doesn't want to be in... If 'please, stop, I am uncomfortable/this is making me upset' and 'I'm going to leave this conversation now' don't work, I'm not sure what to tell you. He's not above picking a person up and moving them out of his way if they are attempting to detain him. He takes friendly ribbing and flirtations with a smile and a hardcore blush (he blushes easily) but once it moves past that to something he is uncomfortable with, a person gets a warning, an attempt to leave, and past that, he can be violent. Luckily he knows his own strength and it doesn't often escalate to that point. Any anger he does have (and there is plenty, people are rude and loud an it annoy him) is released in the ring or when training. Ciar often helps keep him calm when things get a bit... heated.

As for the ribbing/teasing/jokes, Ozzie tries to make jokes, he really does. In fact, he can often be quite humorous when he's not trying to be hilarious. when he puts in way too much effort into a joke or comment, it comes out as stilted and horrible and then he feels horrible. On the bright side this helps his whole 'no, I swear I'm not super smart' angle. On the downside, he feels horrible and Ciar makes fun of him.

History:
Oscar was born a fat screaming thing to a lower-middle class family of merchants. His father was a loud man with a booming laugh and his mother ruled the house with a broad smile and back pats. They doted on him quite a bit - he was the only child and his parents were getting on in years. He remained small and fluffy through his childhood, although other children only became cruel when he was six or so. Teasing happened, some of the quieter forms of bullying usually brushed off on children being children.

At ten, he went home with a split lip and two black eyes (not to mention the tears). His father, generally a good natured fellow, decided to teach his boy to fight. While at first the quiet Ozzie disdained the idea of causing pain to anyone, the first time he was able to keep his own a** from being pummeled he changed his min. People had the tendency to underestimate him due to size or personality... which came as severely unfortunate for them when he proved himself to be an adept little punch machine.

Life happened and, gradually, the teasing tapered off. He started working with his father at fifteen, dropping out of formal schooling, and at sixteen started a job with the butcher. Ozzie promptly exploded. While he stayed at 5'6", his body grew into that of a freaking wall with shoulders and legs and all of that. Ozzie was very confused. He's still mostly confused. He continued working for father and butcher until he turned 18 and discovered the world of boxing. Fighting. Prize-punching. Whatever you want to call it, he did it.

Ozzie made a weeks worth of money in two nights right off the bat. He quit his day jobs (much to his mothers panic) and continued his night fights. He met Shay when he was twenty. They started to (very quietly) date. Shay liked to drink, and he hated to drink alone, so when he would go out after Ozzies matches, the puglist would go with him. Things got nasty a few times and it didn't take long for Oz to decide that he sort of hated alcohol and those who indulged too much into it. His eye started to go bad at twenty.

Despite that, they remained together for a year. The relationship ended when Shay had a very public scream about Ozzie's inability to come out of the closet, making it into a verbal screaming match on both ends. Oz never yelled before. He hasn't yelled since. Shay very promptly left his life. The poor bastards he fought that month had teeth knocked out, concussions, all of that. He channeled his anger over his own life and others through his fighting while pouring all of his love and adoration into a kitten he found in a gutter named Prettyy. She grew to a sleek, rather stupid diva of a cat and for a long while rode around with him or followed a this heels.

Time continued to pass as it is wont to do. When he was twenty-three, Ozzie felt all-out compelled to go and see this tree. He did offerings often enough, usually before and after a fight, but this was different. There, he became Chosen to a black palm sized totem that eventually became a stag named Ciar. Ozzie pretty much went 'LOL GUARDIAN WHAT IS THIS WARDEN?' and decided to stay a puglist for now - when his eye is gone, at least there is a back up plan.

For his part, Ciar thinks this is just fine. He can wait.

Other stuff: SUPER EXCITED TO BE HERE, HI.


Name: Ciar ("black" ... original, I know)
Personality: Ciar is as patient as a stag can get. The world will continue to turn even if he isn't doing something right now, though he does his best to keep up with things. Still, taking his time is not a bad thing. He is a nosy and curious Guardian as well, always poking his muzzle where it ought not be, often making things more trouble than required for his Chosen and those around them. It is the little things in life, in Ciars opinion, and he is quite alright with that.

Even if the world keeps turning, he is aware that it doesn't make life easy, not even a bit. People scrape by for their meals on a constant basis; he knows that many nights Oz has gone home without winnings and had to skip some food to help with his parents or housing. Life happens and how you handle it is pretty much a balancing act, one full of tightrope walking and keeping your gaze straight ahead. He believes that trying trumps winning because you can and that if you try, you are a winner.

This may not be the real way of things but Ciar is willing to place a bet on his side winning.

Relationship: Ciar and Oz are diferent sides to the same coin; both of them are rather quiet individuals by default but given the right push both can be social. Oz likes to talk when he knows what's going on (even if he's putting on his dumb face) and Ciar wants to see everything, explore everything, be everything. The stag has the patience needed to put up with the majority of human existence in the rough, dirty world Oz lives in but his steadiness keeps Ozzie from flailing nine times out of ten. As for his side, Oz is unendingly grateful that Ciar likes him - it means that even when he goes blind in his eye or the issue is discovered, he has something to go forward in his life.

Also, they look badass standing next to each other.