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[hider=Oscar Betteride]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/At1gyzim.jpg[/img][/center]
[center]"Bully day for a brawl, wouldn't you say!"[/center]

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[b]Name[/b]: Oscar Betteridge.
[b]Codename[/b]: The Savile Fist! 
[b]Age[/b]: 42
[b]Appearance[/b]: A sculpture of muscular power! The only thing more manly than his deadly physique is his thick and luxurious mustache! When at his leisure being a man about town Oscar can usually be seen wearing suites of various design, be it the latest tweed or something finely cut by his personal tailor. This is probably what takes up most of Oscar's monthly bills as whenever a fight or assassination is to take place (Which one must remember is a part of his gentlemanly calling) then Mr Betteridge feels compelled to flex his muscualr form and burst out of his clothing to reveal the gi trousers and tattoos below. 

Besides making sure that his mustache and scalp are perfectly waxed, as befits a proper gentleman, Oscar will always make sure to carry himself with proper posture! Such things were always taught to be important to him in his youth and only became more so once he learned the ways of martial arts where one's stance makes the very foundations of the fight to follow. 

His expression is one that is hard to read at times, as anyone he is talking to will have to focus on his eyes to glean something from it. Since his mustache is so large and proud enough to cover his mouth even when speaking. The thing has a habit of shaking up and down when he laughs and bristling like and angry cat when he channels his chi.  

[b]Personality[/b]: A True man's man! A Gentleman's man! A posh snob, born to money and mentally stuck in a world long gone. Lucky for Oscar his personal wealth means he doesn't really need to listen to what others may spout as reality. 

Beyond his ingrained classism is a boisterous and guffawing chap. Always making sure to speak to others with what he considers good manners and who views a proper smackdown as one of the jolliest forms of entertainment. He doesn't care for cowardly or dishonourable tactics, though what qualifies as dishonourable to him seems to change upon whatever suits his needs at the time. So long as he can have a jolly good time and people aren't course around him then Oscar is up for a good time and can be hard to get a rise out of given his snobbish sense of zen. 

What he cannot abide however are contracts that force him to go to places him deems aesthetically ghastly! Or those that indulge in crude theatrics. Honestly, an assassin must have a sense of style after all. Those can perhaps be forgiven if they may back up their vulgar ways with a suitable display of power... they only thing Oscar cannot forgive is the unseemly crime of poverty and grime. Ugh most deplorable.  

[b]History[/b]: Born the only heir to an old family of the waning aristocracy of Britain. Oscar's father served as the ambassador to China and turned their little embassy into a recreation of the richest parts of England all mashed together. Oscar grew up knowing of his own cultural superiority to others, not as a patriotic servant of the queen but as a member of the richest class, because money is the real global truth!

Unlucky for this pampered lad his family also frittered their fortune away on slow horses, oriental teas and other such fripperies. The only thing Oscar could think to do was to earn a living with his fists as he vented his frustrations on the street rats who gloated on his lowering of status. It was this life of rabid violence that brought him to the attention of a group of mysterious monks, one of whom saw potential in the young Brit and invited him to perfect his violent art in their mountain monastery. It was in that lost and forgotten place that Oscar discovered the philosophy that said inner peace and true happiness came from letting go of material desires and the ambitions of this life. What utter nonsense! His happiness clearly came from owning a lot of expensive things, and his greatest thrill from testing himself against proper opponents... or the sadistic pleasure of taking apart someone far inferior to yourself.   

Still he played along with them, too intrigued by this talk of mystical chi channels and forbidden death strikes. Over the years Oscar dedicated himself to the martial arts until he was inducted into the inner circle. There he learned the dark arts of the forbidden touch that rends apart the body of your foe. 

In the end there was only trial left for Oscar to prove himself. A fight to the death against his own master! It didn't matter that his master never agreed to those terms, only that Oscar walked away with his head held high and as the master of his fate... and a mound of murdered monks in his wake.

There was no question as to how he could win his way back to fortune now, through good honest murder. Being the type to do all things properly Oscar did his research to make sure he earned his money in a way both murderous and prestigious. The UAA sprang to the top of that list and Oscar set about punching his way through some insignificant's skull and into the ranks of assassins. 

As for why he would want to join the ranks this alliance of five well it's obvious. It isn't fitting for a gentleman to spend his days worrying about money and with this scheme Oscar can spend as happily as he pleases while focusing on targets that could test and amuse him. As well as the challenge of slaughtering his way up the ranks!

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[b]Combat Style[/b]: To fight with fist and foot is the true way of the warrior! Oscar has trained his body to its physical peak, honing himself to move with inhuman speed and strength thanks to his training and the proper channelling of his chi. Punching through brick and metal is a common thing to him now as Oscar has set about combining his techniques to create his signature style. Queensbury Fu! And all it took was the rampant appropriation of other cultures and disregard for the well being of others.

While forming a strong centre of gravity Oscar can pummel his foes with a steady stream of strikes while leaving himself in the proper form to deflect and counter the physical attacks of others. 

[b]Equipment[/b]: Oscar shuns ranged combat as an honourable gentleman, though he keeps a delightful pair of beam nunchucks on hand, letting the weapon fly in a deadly flurry around his body. This can be used to either pummel someone in a stream of blows too fast to properly follow but their primary use is defensive, being used as a way to deflect or bash aside weapons and bullets he wouldn't be able to handle bare fisted.

[b]Powers[/b]: Chi is the name of the game! Formed into a vibrant inner fire by years of training, meditation, and liberal application of the teas of a hundred nations. Channeling his chi and muscle power can boost Oscar's natural abilities to new extremes and can add a mystical edge to his special attacks. When he really gets into the groove of battle the air around Oscar ripples with energy and pale orange flames.   

[b]Special Techniques[/b]: The forbidden touch - Oscar's signature killing strike, the darkest art that his master tried to stop him learning. It doesn't kill instantly but instead by channeling his dark chi in such a way Oscar can use a "Dark Strike" that should it land will disrupt the chi flow of the victim, causing their bones to shatter slowly over time. It is quite a thing to see the look in a man's eyes as he feels his spine slowly splinter apart. 

Muscle power! - Flex your muscles like a man! With just a hint of chi and a lot of willpower (and ab power) Oscar can steel his muscles to a horrendous degree allowing him to briefly tank attacks that would prove fatal otherwise. A quick and often desperate flare but it has come in handy enough times in the past for Oscar to put time into perfecting the technique. It can cause horrible stomach cramps and gas afterwards though...

Dragon pound! - An oldy but a goody in Oscar's books. Putting his chi fire into his fists and slamming said fist into the ground can bring about an explosive shock wave. Always handy when handling swarms of lesser foes you'd rather sweep aside.    

[center][h3][u]Your Turf[/u][/h3][/center]
[b]Arena Description[/b]: Mr Betteridge's tea room and dojo is a place that screams flagrant class. The front rooms is a tea room and cafe that serves the best leafy brews in the city, along with exquisite cakes and side dishes. as well as offering fine leather armchairs by the fire for those that like a good old fashioned smoke with their high tea. Go through the gambit of kitchens and staff rooms to reach the back and you find Oscar's personal dojo where he awaits all challengers. 

The dojo is done in the style of classical Japanese architecture (Because even though he grew up and was trained in China Oscar can never tell the Asian nations apart). Mat floors and paper walls in pale cream with various characters that suggest battle, muscle and power adorn the walls.  

[b]Arena Tactics[/b]: Being the quasi-honourable type that he claims to be and seeking to test himself against plucky challengers Oscar prefers to keep things simple. The main room of his dojo is a simple room for doing honest battle in. Though if Oscar does feel like spicing things up then he can slam his foot down on an activation switch that causes a variety of armed training dummies to spring up from the floor. Then they set to spinning! Turning the dojo room into a forest of swinging blades, clubs and all sorts of melee weapons that will demand dodging as they keep an invader on their toes.  

[b]Minion Description[/b]: If someone wants to become a disciple in the Betteridge dojo they must also be willing to work as a waiter and maid in his tea room. They also have to be buff enough to meet Oscar's exacting standards! When a new assassin enters the building they will be met with a force of prim and proper staff who then set about flexing their way out of their Victorian themed clothes and into their Victorian themed gi. Unlike their master they may fight with spears, glaives and other ninjaesque weaponry to make sure an invader is worthy of facing their master. 

Assassins should also beware of scolding hot tea and distractions in the form of delicious cake. 

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For a more civilised fight.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRxofEmo3HA[/youtube]

Oooh it's a red jacket! I get it now.[/hider]