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Ever since her creation, Ozzie was gifted with an innate ability to control the mists that curl within her home. It cascades from her eye's waterline, overthrows the senses, and comes down in thin streams that fill out to fat velvety blankets once it reaches the ground. Though her control over it is slim and meek, she is content with it, and uses it to hide herself and shrouds the things he loves and adores in it just the same.
Often times, when the sun rises or sets and Ozzie must leave this odd plane of existence, he seems to come from the mist itself. Seems to melt into it as he fades away, or be formed from it as he comes back into being. It's an odd sight. She doesn't seem to notice it at all.
Often times, when the sun rises or sets and Ozzie must leave this odd plane of existence, he seems to come from the mist itself. Seems to melt into it as he fades away, or be formed from it as he comes back into being. It's an odd sight. She doesn't seem to notice it at all.
Background
Nocturnal | Skittish | Reverent
Ozzie had been created via an Abnormal transformation, and an extremely odd one at that in terms of impact. You see, unlike a good handful of folk such as her, Oz actually remembers. As in, he knows things from his past life as nothing more than an object. He knows more than stuttered pictures and quiet scenes that play out like a broken and burning film. She's able to pick things out proper, able to grasp at olden thoughts and make them tangible, able to watch proper memories play out across moonstone eyes and remember them. And without much issue either.
And with good memory comes core staples, things to grasp on tight to and carry as you go. For Ozzie, that comes in the form of her innate desire to protect, to learn, to explore. She remembers the wind on her firm form, the sights of massive flowers and iridescent leaves floating by, the sensation of covering - of caring and holding - and most importantly: she remembers color. Specifically, white and red. She remembers these such specific things, carries them with him everywhere he goes, and if asked that is what he would speak of. He'd speak of the times he covered fragile, brittle scales that allowed a creature to take flight. He'd speak of days spent between soft petals and crackling litter. He'd speak of the sky. Of Red and White. Of Moon and She.
As a spirit, Oz is,,, well, Ozzie is Ozzie. Curious, kind, but strange in a way unlike many who share a similar soul make up to him. Despite her instinct to protect, she cannot understand that she isn't fragile anymore like in the past, and as a result has become entirely a skittish presence in her woods. She's bound to the night, unable to face the sun and it's blinding gaze due to sensitive vision, and as a result may only be seen during the hours of set to rise. The odd thing: no one knows exactly where she goes during the time of the sun's light. She just,,, vanishes. If questioned, she doesn't even seem to know either - will simply shrug and smile and turn a blind eye, quite literally. Though sometimes she doesn't answer at all - only stares with an odd aura to her.
Despite the strange binding, in terms of personality Ozzie is incredibly sweet. He's got a tendency to offer his aid to those he cares for, always aiming to please and doing what he can to ensure they live comfortably. With new folk she's typically shy, and even with those she knows she's a tad quiet - always preferring to watch from the side and sticking close to her creator no matter the circumstance. He's cautious due to his "fragility," but he is generally sweet and ever so kind to those he meets, even if he cannot properly see them. And even if he can't see them, he is ever so curious about them. Should a soul he meets create a curious noise, or perhaps adorn a glowing mark of some kind, it's not uncommon for Ozzie to come up close and poke curiously at the strange glow or noisemaker. She's curious by nature, always watching to learn new things and explore them to the best of his ability despite her shy nature.
However, there is a strangeness to Ozzie. One you can't exactly avoid if you stay close to her space. You see, this little spirit has a tendency to become absent in the mind at times. A bit of a ditz, got a habit of spacing out mid conversation or meet up, but it isn't just zoning out most of the time. More often than not, Oz's eyes will turn up to the sky during these moments, and should you follow the gaze? You'll be met with the moon. And should you break that daze and question Ozzie? Delve into her reasons behind suddenly going away somewhere in her mind?
'She speaks to me,' he'll say. 'She speaks to me and tells me things. She asks me things too. Asks of She. Asks of me and my time.'
Ozzie is kind. Don't forget this fact in the face of his strange words and habits. But it is unavoidable, how she spaces out and speaks of the moon and how it supposedly talks. It is unavoidable to hear of the promises made beneath a clearing, to hear tellings of a maple red figure who is only referred to as She. Though, in recent times, a new name has been used for that odd figure.
'I call her Daylight.'
Altogether, Ozzie is,,, strange, yes, but not in a bad sense typically. She's kind and present where it counts - always ready to listen to those who need it and always eager to please. Though she can be reclusive at times, and always is skittish to a fault, it is undeniable that he's quite a curious case once you get to know him. He's not got a mean bone in his body - even if drunken humans see the "strange red beast with moonstone eyes" and immediately turn to panic as a response - and always tries to make folk comfortable in his presence. Sure, he's a bit odd to look at, and a bit too much to handle in terms of the voice, and sure he's got a staring habit that feels as if he's peeling back your skin and soul a little, but she's so damn sweet it's almost saccharine, so really, what's the harm in chatting up a little?
Ozzie had been created via an Abnormal transformation, and an extremely odd one at that in terms of impact. You see, unlike a good handful of folk such as her, Oz actually remembers. As in, he knows things from his past life as nothing more than an object. He knows more than stuttered pictures and quiet scenes that play out like a broken and burning film. She's able to pick things out proper, able to grasp at olden thoughts and make them tangible, able to watch proper memories play out across moonstone eyes and remember them. And without much issue either.
And with good memory comes core staples, things to grasp on tight to and carry as you go. For Ozzie, that comes in the form of her innate desire to protect, to learn, to explore. She remembers the wind on her firm form, the sights of massive flowers and iridescent leaves floating by, the sensation of covering - of caring and holding - and most importantly: she remembers color. Specifically, white and red. She remembers these such specific things, carries them with him everywhere he goes, and if asked that is what he would speak of. He'd speak of the times he covered fragile, brittle scales that allowed a creature to take flight. He'd speak of days spent between soft petals and crackling litter. He'd speak of the sky. Of Red and White. Of Moon and She.
As a spirit, Oz is,,, well, Ozzie is Ozzie. Curious, kind, but strange in a way unlike many who share a similar soul make up to him. Despite her instinct to protect, she cannot understand that she isn't fragile anymore like in the past, and as a result has become entirely a skittish presence in her woods. She's bound to the night, unable to face the sun and it's blinding gaze due to sensitive vision, and as a result may only be seen during the hours of set to rise. The odd thing: no one knows exactly where she goes during the time of the sun's light. She just,,, vanishes. If questioned, she doesn't even seem to know either - will simply shrug and smile and turn a blind eye, quite literally. Though sometimes she doesn't answer at all - only stares with an odd aura to her.
Despite the strange binding, in terms of personality Ozzie is incredibly sweet. He's got a tendency to offer his aid to those he cares for, always aiming to please and doing what he can to ensure they live comfortably. With new folk she's typically shy, and even with those she knows she's a tad quiet - always preferring to watch from the side and sticking close to her creator no matter the circumstance. He's cautious due to his "fragility," but he is generally sweet and ever so kind to those he meets, even if he cannot properly see them. And even if he can't see them, he is ever so curious about them. Should a soul he meets create a curious noise, or perhaps adorn a glowing mark of some kind, it's not uncommon for Ozzie to come up close and poke curiously at the strange glow or noisemaker. She's curious by nature, always watching to learn new things and explore them to the best of his ability despite her shy nature.
However, there is a strangeness to Ozzie. One you can't exactly avoid if you stay close to her space. You see, this little spirit has a tendency to become absent in the mind at times. A bit of a ditz, got a habit of spacing out mid conversation or meet up, but it isn't just zoning out most of the time. More often than not, Oz's eyes will turn up to the sky during these moments, and should you follow the gaze? You'll be met with the moon. And should you break that daze and question Ozzie? Delve into her reasons behind suddenly going away somewhere in her mind?
'She speaks to me,' he'll say. 'She speaks to me and tells me things. She asks me things too. Asks of She. Asks of me and my time.'
Ozzie is kind. Don't forget this fact in the face of his strange words and habits. But it is unavoidable, how she spaces out and speaks of the moon and how it supposedly talks. It is unavoidable to hear of the promises made beneath a clearing, to hear tellings of a maple red figure who is only referred to as She. Though, in recent times, a new name has been used for that odd figure.
'I call her Daylight.'
Altogether, Ozzie is,,, strange, yes, but not in a bad sense typically. She's kind and present where it counts - always ready to listen to those who need it and always eager to please. Though she can be reclusive at times, and always is skittish to a fault, it is undeniable that he's quite a curious case once you get to know him. He's not got a mean bone in his body - even if drunken humans see the "strange red beast with moonstone eyes" and immediately turn to panic as a response - and always tries to make folk comfortable in his presence. Sure, he's a bit odd to look at, and a bit too much to handle in terms of the voice, and sure he's got a staring habit that feels as if he's peeling back your skin and soul a little, but she's so damn sweet it's almost saccharine, so really, what's the harm in chatting up a little?
BoundaryShared alongside his creator, Ozzie makes his home in an extensive Northern boreal forest. Plenty of critters call it home - a variety of birds, cervidae, prey and plentiful predators. Though, Ozzie doesn't typically run into many inhabitants aside from an Esk or fellow nocturnal friend. An unfortunate cost of her binding to the night - poor thing's never even seen certain fellas that make her forest alive.
Though he's never seen it in the light of day, and though his sight is poor, Oz knows enough to understand that the forest is beautiful. And she knows even more so how much it means to certain folk, herself included, and as a result does his damndest to contribute to the safety and continued thriving of this place. It's not exactly sacred by any means, but it is to him. So he keeps to the predetermined paths, follows where energies flow heaviest as they've long since been etched into the world. He uses them as guides, lets them take her where she needs to go in order to clean up the forest - to keep it safe and healthy over all. It's a fairly massive expanse, but Ozzie does her best to chip in where it counts. As for haunts, Oz can be found frequenting a multitude of areas. Fallen piles of leaves, tangles roots reclaimed by moss and mess, and - on certain occasions - clearings. Perhaps one that's grassy, maybe one in quiet waters, but no matter the kind she'll be found all the same. With her head tipped up to the sky, mist surrounding her and her red wings splayed out and shining in the moonlight. It is in moments like these that patience is key, and a gentle touch, for Ozzie seems blissfully unaware of her surroundings during times like this. It's best to wait quietly for the moment to fade. |
His Creator
To say Ozzie is grateful towards Galia is an understatement. To her, she owes her entire life to the creator, and as a result has committed herself to showing that whenever he damn well can, no matter how. Typically it comes in the form of gifts - odd trinkets here and there and strange facts Ozzie's picked up from stragglers in their woods. Other times it comes in Oz's own strange sense of protection. To cover Galia in thick, fat, velvety blankets of mist and fog - to cover her and keep her safe within the woods in all the spare hours Ozzie can be with her. He helps around the woods, he does his best to care for her, and all in all he cares not for how his gratefulness is shown, only that it is and that it is known.
To say Ozzie is grateful towards Galia is an understatement. To her, she owes her entire life to the creator, and as a result has committed herself to showing that whenever he damn well can, no matter how. Typically it comes in the form of gifts - odd trinkets here and there and strange facts Ozzie's picked up from stragglers in their woods. Other times it comes in Oz's own strange sense of protection. To cover Galia in thick, fat, velvety blankets of mist and fog - to cover her and keep her safe within the woods in all the spare hours Ozzie can be with her. He helps around the woods, he does his best to care for her, and all in all he cares not for how his gratefulness is shown, only that it is and that it is known.
Character Details and Notes
- Ozzie's vibration or voice is chaotic, to say the least. It's difficult on the ears to those who've not been exposed for an extended period of time, hard to decipher and hard to push through with all the filter. But when you settle, when you listen, it's almost nostalgic. Reminiscent of cats purring mid meow, of cicada songs on summer nights, of rain hitting a tin roof, of leaves crunching and butterflies clapping and metal rapping and electric hums of a sweetened baseline - it's a cacophony of noise and sounds that, when added with her fluttering elytra, can sometimes lead to a headache. But he's aware of this. He knows his tone is a bit much, so he tries his best to remain quiet. Typically she just resorts to chirps and purrs here and there, soft clicks and cheeps to voice her enthusiasm or displeasure with something.
- Due to her mutations, Ozzie's size is forever shifting. She can pick and choose freely how she presents, however, he tends to have a preference towards being around the size of a house cat. It's easy enough to hide with, but big enough to be seen. He doesn't tend to get bigger than that unless frightened.
- Because of his incredibly poor eyesight, Ozzie has a preference towards bright visages and curious sounds. This leads her to be more likely to interact with folk - Esk or otherwise - that produce odd noises or, more regularly, are brightly colored or glowing in some manner. She'll still interact with murkier and quieter folk, but her nerves will be a bit more obvious since he can't see them very well.
- Ozzie almost never visits the Conservatory, especially alone. Too big, too strange, makes his head hurt a little. But sometimes he can be seen in bright areas, typically near whistling stones or fountains or just general glowing places. Wouldn't recommend talking to her though - she might panic.
- As a creator, Ozzie is,,, rather odd. Not rude by any means, but she's very much a child herself. Doesn't quite understand exactly what's going on, doesn't really take on that 'mentor' role and instead guides the Esk towards someone else and takes to watching from a distance. It doesn't lead to many decent relationships.
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