Pronouns: She/they
Sexuality: Omnisexual, sapphic lean
Origin: Half Beasthide Shifter (crocodillian)/Half Orc [mechanically, she and her brother are Shifters, their Orc heritage is entirely for flavor]
Class: (Modified) Monk
Age: 21
Height: 6'3
Current Goal: "I've already achieved my goal; get away from home. Now I'm just makin' sure Mik doesn't get himself killed." Whether she admits it or not, Osa is still trying to figure out who she is outside of home. They've been raised under the purview of their star obsessed mother, and Osa has only ever known themself in relation to how they regularly fail to meet their mother's expectations; or meets them in all the wrong ways.
Personality:
✧ External: Resting “try me” face, standoffish, passive, aloof. Osa has a very live and let live attitude toward almost everything unless it directly affects her. She ignores anything she finds irritating until someone confronts her with it. The exception to this is Mik- he’s heard her talk shit, vent, and even get on his case for doing certain things. But she’s also notably gentler with him about it than anyone else. Now, that doesn’t mean she’s gentle. Just that she is gentler with her brother than other people.
Generally, she tries to approach life at a second-worst possible outcome view. Nothing is ever going to be world ending but she does believe it’s always going to suck. This has yet to prove itself to be a particularly optimistic worldview, but it’s certainly better than complete nihilism.
✧ Internal: Uncertain, lost, hopeful. Osa tries to have this gritty, tough love realism about the world, generally. But she can’t help but want something to prove her wrong in that regard. That she can find something to make her more than just a small town ranch hand. She would never call it purpose, but she wishes she could at least feel like a person and not a body.
Osa’s biggest fear in life is that she won’t ever find a hobby outside of all of her self-destructive tendencies. That she will always be defined by her vices and coping mechanisms. And worst of all; that people will say it was always going to be that way because of fate or the stars or whatever metaphysical bullshit they believe in.
Favorite -
Food: Cold desserts, specifically ones that feature fresh/seasonal fruits. Think something like Halo Halo, though also enjoys simpler desserts like seasonal fruits with plain yogurt.
Color: Red. Anything from bright, fiery reds to pinky reds to brick reds to deep burgundies. Red is the color of some of her favorite alcohols, the color of good meat, the color of the late summer blooms by one of her favorite fishing spots.
Music: Blues/Dark Country. Lots of twangy guitars and sad working class people getting their shit off their chest.
Season: Fall. There's a massive rush of work at the end of harvest season, and there's almost always a bit of excess. Good food and a notable lack of boring, aimless days.
Time of Day: Sunset. When she finally, officially clocks out after a long day of work and can spend her night socializing at a local bar or a friend's house till late and she can sneak into her house without having to speak to her mother.
Least Favorite -
Food: Technically not a food, but hot drinks. The absolute warmest a drink can be for Osa to be willing to drink it is room temp, any warmer than that and she's Uncomfortable. She runs hot and lives in a hot and humid environment, hot drinks are off the table.
Color: Not a singular color, but that oily, iridescent purple to pink to green sheen that bad meat gets. Bad meat, bad water, bad whatever.
Music: Anything super delicate or high pitched sounding. There's not any one genre that's prone to this, but rather just the higher note ranges of instruments like flutes, violins, etc.
Season: Winter. Easily the time of year when there's the least amount of work to do. And when there's less work, there's more trouble to be made to distract Osa from the other shit going on in their life.
Time of Day: Noon. Hottest hour of the day. They call it a lunch break but Osa often finds themself unable to eat when it's too hot outside, so they use it as an excuse to nap instead.
Traits:
- They are mildly allergic to both dust and horse dandruff.
- She's far fonder of her brother than even he knows. She's not sure why either, as that's a feeling she's only become aware of since they left home together.
- Osa, despite her preferences, is in fact trained with weapons. She has a short sword and darts, neither of which have seen much use. Her knuckles, however-
- They get easily embarrassed when confronted with puzzles. They can help, but they get extremely nervous about appearing stupid.
- When stuck in her head thinking about something, she will often interlace her hands and rub her thumb over her knuckles. So far, Mik is the only person who's been able to pick up on this habit of hers.
