XXX You've gotta keep moving on, dollface. XXX
"Names are just a handle, they don't really define who you are... Do they?."
Oscar Michael Dawson
ALIAS
"Well, my students call my Professor Dawson."
O, Oscar, Dawson
BIRTH DATE
"You know, I was one of the youngest men to go to school in my family."
August 16, 1885
ORIGIN
"My daddy always said we Dawson's were the true American mutt."
American, with Western European roots.
SEXUALITY
"Women seem to have a certain power over me."
Heterosexual
ECONOMIC CLASS
"You don't have to be born into money to have money. I worked my ass off to get where I'm at."
Second
OCCUPATION
"Education is the key to success, kid. You've gotta know what you're talking about if anyone's gonna take you serious."
Professor
MARTIAL STATUS
"Best not to dwell."
Widowed
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Oscar is thin, but isn't considered to be in shape or fit by any means. His build is nothing spectacular, and while he isn't a large man, he isn't toned at all either. His eyes are a piercing blue, in great contrast to his chestnut hair. Oscar tends to keep his hair on the longer side, though never passing his cheekbones. He keeps it parted down the middle, or pushed straight back. His face is made entirely of angles, with sharp cheekbones, gaunt cheeks, and a strong jawline.
Overall, Oscar is a rather unremarkable man as far as appearances go. He could easily fade into the background in any crowd, if it weren't for his charismatic nature. He isn't seen as a widely handsome man, but he also is not considered to be discomforting to the eyes. His teeth are not straight, nor are they perfectly white. His crooked smile is what tends to charm people most often.
BODY SHAPE
Average
MEASUREMENTS
42"-14"-32"
WEIGHT
168 lbs
HEIGHT
5'11"
SHOE / FEET
Size 10 Men's US
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XXX "Each flaw that society finds in you is just another thing to set you apart from them." XXX
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LIKES
β Books
β Music (Playing and listening)
β Pretty girls
β Being silly
β Teaching others
β Sweets
DISLIKES
X Snobbishness
X Ignorance
X Coconut
X Fashion
X Cats
X Routine
TALENTS
β¦ Musician (Piano, Euphonium)
β¦ Extremely Charismatic
β¦ Dancing (As a joke)
WEAKNESSES
β£ Damsels in Distress
β£ Heights
β£ His Past
β£ Sweets
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β¦Charismatic β¦Goofy β¦Intellectual β¦Sarcastic β¦Passionate β¦Stubborn β¦Pensive β¦Cocky
"Describe a person by their actions and their words, not by trivial adjectives."
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XXX "Do not accuse someone unless you have proof, dammit." XXX
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Oscar Dawson was born to a poor midwestern family, and not even a farming family. It's a mystery how exactly his family subsisted, even to Oscar himself. But his father always told him that he was meant for more than their little town offered. Sure, it was a starry-eyed dream for the both of them, but it was something to aim for. Mr. Dawson spent all of Oscar's youth saving money in order to give Oscar a higher education than the public schooling system could give him. Oscar was the golden child of his house, intelligent, and the only son to a traditional man. His childhood was largely happy and uneventful.
When Oscar had exhausted the education that the public schooling system could give him, his father revealed the storage of money put aside. With that money, he went to college and became a professor. He was extremely popular with universities across the country, and so he had his pick of a job anywhere. So, he took a job teaching history at NYU. It was there that he met a pretty young girl by the name of Ruth. She was a student, but he was a very young professor. It was scandalous for the two to be together, but they were in love. The two married in January of 1907, and were the happiest they had ever been before. The pair traveled to Steubenville, Ohio in November on vacation. Only one would come back.
Ruth was brutally murdered by the serial killer, Edward Walton, while the newlyweds were on vacation. Oscar was viewed as a primary suspect for a year, under constant scrutiny, until Walton confessed to the murder before being hung. The events led Oscar to leave his job at NYU for a time, and to tumble into a pit of depression and drinking. It wasn't until early 1910 that he decided to go back to work, and NYU graciously accepted him back. From there, his life has been a bit bland, until this ship came along.
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