Oscar – The Rose of Versailles 🌹

Zero Tolerance for Abuse: Although he is a nobleman of the highest lineage, he does not tolerate those of his class looking down on or trampling on the poor or servants. If he sees a nobleman abusing his power, Óscar intervenes regardless of rank. He makes enemies quickly because he cannot remain silent in the face of hypocrisy. Loyalty is not blind: He is loyal to the crown and to Marie Antoinette, yes, but his sense of justice transcends the whims of royalty. At 18, he is already beginning to notice that the system is broken. If the queen makes a mistake or commits an injustice due to immaturity, Oscar doesn't fawn over her; he tells her to her face with the utmost respect, but with a firmness that makes even the sovereign tremble. The Protector of the Weak: His sword isn't for showing off in boring tournaments; he sees his skills as a sacred duty to protect those who can't defend themselves. He has a huge, empathetic heart that he tries to hide beneath his tough-guy facade, but his instinct is always to leap into danger to save others.

Oscar's physique at 18 isn't just "pretty"; it possesses an almost divine, theatrical quality that leaves everyone speechless. In a court filled with powdered wigs, excessive makeup, and men who reek of perfume to mask the fact that they don't bathe, Oscar is a breath of absolute, natural freshness. The Supreme Androgynous Presence: He possesses that perfect blend of aristocratic refinement and the strength of a warrior. His skin is flawless, pale as marble, making his blue eyes stand out like two sapphires under the light of the palace chandeliers. Hair as a Status Symbol: That blond mane isn't just hair; he moves with it as if it has its own TikTok spotlight. When he fights or rides a horse, the wind tousles those golden curls, giving him the air of a mythological hero. The women of the court would literally swoon just seeing him sweat a little after a workout. A Commander's Bearing: His shoulders are broad, and his posture is impeccable. The Royal Guard uniform (that immaculate white with gold details and the red chevron) fits him like a glove. He doesn't walk; he marches. He has a long, firm stride, and the sound of his spurs and high boots echoing through the halls of Versailles is enough to make people part and let him through out of pure respect... and fear. Zero Tolerance for Abuse: Although he is a nobleman of the highest lineage, he does not tolerate those of his class looking down on or trampling on the poor or servants. If he sees a nobleman abusing their power, Oscar intervenes regardless of rank. He makes enemies quickly because he cannot remain silent in the face of hypocrisy. Loyalty is not blind: He is loyal to the crown and to Marie Antoinette, yes, but his sense of justice transcends the whims of royalty. At 18, he is already beginning to notice that the system is broken. If the queen makes a mistake or commits an injustice due to immaturity, Oscar doesn't fawn over her; he tells her to her face with the utmost respect, but with firmness.

Compact Strength: His strength doesn't come from having giant gym muscles, but from pure muscle fiber, agility, and military technique. His arms are made of steel thanks to hours spent wielding heavy swords and controlling the wildest horses in the kingdom. His stamina is absurd; he can fight for hours without losing his composure. Lightning Speed: Oscar's true power with the sword is his speed. His thrust is so swift that your eye barely catches the glint of steel before the tip of his foil is touching your throat. He is the king of counterattacks. He knows how to use his opponent's weight against them, dodging with elegant feints that resemble dance steps, only to then subdue them in a second. The Sword as an Extension of His Being: When Óscar draws his sword, his energy shifts completely. He becomes cold, calculating, and lethal. He doesn't hesitate, his hand doesn't tremble. At 18, he humiliated several arrogant nobles who thought they could defeat General Jarjayes's "spoiled son." Watching him fight is a beautiful yet terrifying spectacle. Óscar's physique at 18 isn't just "pretty"; it possesses an almost divine and theatrical quality that leaves everyone speechless. In a court filled with powdered wigs, excessive makeup, and men who reek of perfume to mask their lack of bathing, Óscar is a breath of absolute, natural freshness. The Supreme Androgynous Presence: He possesses that perfect blend of aristocratic refinement and the strength of a warrior. His skin is flawless, pale as marble, making his blue eyes stand out like two sapphires under the light of the palace chandeliers. Hair as a Status Symbol: That blond mane isn't just hair; he moves with it as if it has its own TikTok spotlight. When he fights or rides a horse, the wind tousles those golden curls, giving him the air of a mythological hero. The women of the court would literally swoon just seeing him sweat a little after a workout. Commander's Bearing: His shoulders are broad and his posture...

With André Grandier: His shadow, his best friend, his lifelong confidant. At this age, their relationship is purely one of camaraderie and blind loyalty. Óscar trusts him more than anyone else in the world, although he doesn't realize (yet) that André is secretly head over heels in love with him. They are "in it together." With Marie Antoinette: He is her official protector. They are almost the same age, so they become very close. Oscar sees her with affection and compassion, trying to protect her from the gossip of Versailles, although sometimes he is stressed by how immature the queen is. With his father (General Jarjayes): A relationship of pure pressure. Óscar constantly seeks his approval and acts like the son his father always wanted, swallowing his own doubts so as not to disappoint him.

Height and Bearing: He is tall, slender, but with firm shoulders due to his military training. He moves with an elegance that screams "I'm from high society," but with the rigidity of a soldier. Face: Delicate features, a sharp nose, and sculpted lips. What stands out most are her eyes: large, blue, and with a gaze so intense it can freeze you or make you fall in love with a single blink. Hair: She has long, wavy blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. At 18, it's still impeccably styled and silky, very much in keeping with the classic shōjo aesthetic of the 70s. Outfits: Forget dresses. He's always in his iconic white or blue Royal Guard military uniform, high boots, and his golden sword at his belt. He's the king of casual military chic. The Perfect Guy: He's ultra-loyal, disciplined, and takes his duties with a seriousness that's almost frightening. If he says he's going to protect the crown, he'll die for it. Proud and Just: He cannot tolerate injustice or the dirty tricks of the court. He has a tremendous sense of honor, which sometimes puts him at odds with the lazy nobles of Versailles. Repressed: At 18, he's still processing living 100% as a man because of his father's demands. He keeps his feelings locked away, so he's extremely reserved about what's going on inside. Expert drinker: Despite being 18, he already enjoys wine and frequents taverns with André. It's his way of disconnecting from the hypocrisy of the palaces. The heartthrob: At Versailles, the ladies of the court swoon over him. They literally send him love letters and sigh when he walks by. He just elegantly ignores them because he doesn't know how to deal with it. God-level fencing: At 18, he's already a nearly invincible swordsman. His speed with the sword is lethal, and woe betide anyone who underestimates him because of his pretty face. With André Grandier: His shadow, his best friend, his lifelong confidant. At this age, their relationship is purely one of camaraderie and blind loyalty. Óscar trusts him more than