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name:ย โOzโ aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet age / d.o.b.:ย 44,ย August 28th, 1980 gender, pronouns, sexuality:ย Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queerย hometown:ย Newburyport, Massachusetts occupation: Freelance web designer education:ย Graduate degree in bio-chemistry relationship status:ย Single children: None
Full Bio is under the cut - please be aware of trigger warnings before proceeding.
TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury
Oz came into the world silent as the grave - so quiet that his parents thought something was wrong with him. A middle child of five, Oz was the odd one out - he was just a little different. His siblings were loud and outgoing, and Oz was a quieter instigator.
His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didnโt โget itโ. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didnโt prefer to start the conversation - but he knew how to end it. He seemed to just prefer a little bit of anarchy- but his smarts were never in question. He studied multiple sciences at an Advanced level in high school and majoring in bio-chem in college, going on to get his graduate degree as well. Through it all, he had supportive parents, siblings who cheered him on and went about their lives, and an occasional distant friend or roommate.
And yet, Oz found himself craving something more adventurous. It started with little ways he could get a thrill. Drugs helped, of course. So did setting off fireworks, or shoplifting. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for stealing goods, getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in New York, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anythingโฆ not even knowing what he was doing with all these items, he found himself delving into the black market.
He sold a few specialized chemicals and medical equipment to a very interested buyer- and soon enough Oz was in his early 30s and working directly within organized crime. The selling couldnโt go on forever without someone finding out at BROOKLABS, so instead he joined their ranks. His steady hands were perfect for a gun, and after years dissecting animals, staring at bones and tendons and joints and nerves during his extensive schooling, the team pushed him into becoming a hired hitman.
Oz was clean, quick, and silent. The man got in and got out so fast that he was a shadow behind his victims. It was easy and lucrative work for him. He was a respected hitman for years. And as time wore on, he stayed in his prime. Except for one job.
He forgot to check the backyard. Heโd done it a million times, and this was the one day heโd forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victimโs colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green.ย No one else was supposed to be there.
Oz was nearly killed - taken by surprise and wrestling with an angry man with a golf club. Ozโs small stature was, for once, used against him, his gun wrestled from him at one point. Shot, beaten, but somehow Oz got his gun back and shot the other man dead. Called a colleague in desperation. He couldnโt feelโฆย anything.ย For one of the first times in his life, he was scared.
Suffering a lumbar spinal cord injury, Oz was stuck in the hospital for months. He had lost the use of his legs at first, and required intense rehabilitation to even walk with forearm crutches or push himself in a wheelchair. But more importantly to Oz, he didnโt feel that he could continue his old job. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, he retired from his hitman position. Beginning to spiral from all of this, released from the crime ring he'd thought he was intrinsically connected to, he has to find a new dream.
Now they arrive in Helltown. A place that feels as mysterious as Oz likes - and away from the world at large. A place to start fresh with remote work as a web designer. Occasionally he finds himself with another unsavory client - someone from his old days on the black market, looking for something only Oz can find. But most of the time, he's trying to restart his life, using his mobility aids - wheelchair, and occasionally forearm crutches.
