Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
One of the most beautiful places in New Paris was that of his rooftop building on a night where the stars looked like gems glistening against the sea. They shined so bright it could inspire hope in anyone that wanted it, and Oscar found himself more often then not spending his nights wishing upon the stars like a child in a book. It made him laugh at times, yet the wunderlust he felt when looking out into the vast skies was overbearing and often had tiny tears well up in his eyes. Life did feel unfair at times, but Oscar knew he had to push through it, he was a strong man and wouldn't let his lack of walking keep him back forever.
He was lost in thought as he aimlessly gazed into the night, the voice of Julius a fellow resident brought, Oz back to reality. He smiled and turned around, “No...I'm just looking at the stars before attempting to sleep soon.”
The two had exchanged business before and Oscar was always willing to help Julius since he didn't bring any trouble around. The pair got along because they respected each other and knew their boundaries, it also helped that he would treat Oscar to meals every now and then as thanks. Reaching up into the sky he stretched but also attempted to pluck the stars themselves out one by one. Oz let out a loud exhale of air as his shoulders had become stiff. Honestly time was fickle and the man in the wheelchair didn't even realize that it had been at least an hour since he was up here.
“The stars are always amazing up here, you know... But I'm guessing you can't sleep?” A simple question that Oscar already knew the answer to in truth, it was obvious, normally he was the only one up here at this time of night and the solitude never phased him, yet it was nice to share the beauty of the cosmos above with his friend.
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It wasn't all too often Oscar had made is way into the crowded streets of New Paris, however, today was sadly one of those days where he couldn't wait for a shipment of computer parts and instead had to make his way out on an adventure of sorts to retrieve the components to finish repairing a system for an important customer of his. Normally, Oz wouldn't honestly care to be out and about however the Les Quatre-Temps was always like a sprawling metropolis with clusters of people littered around. It was crowded, noisy, and Oz honestly shivered at the thought of the countless possibilities of interaction that he didn't wish to have. He wasn't antisocial, however, the male preferred if he could control his encounters with people. That's why he worked from home, he could control who was coming in and out of his apartment at any given time.
He hadn't slept all too well the night before and the visible bags under his eyes were even more predominate then normal. Being out in public like this was exhausting, draining in fact and after he had found the shop and purchased the item he was looking for he had regrettably make his way to the food court in order to sustain some sort of sustenance before heading home. His wheel chair standing out from the crowd strictly because people had to walk around him, people passing by sometimes would make comments, albeit under their breath of cause, but, Oscar could hear them still. This is why he hated going out in public, it made him feel like an inconvenience for others, and while it didn't upset him it was more annoying than anything.
Fast food was something he didn't eat all too often, yet the taste of deep-fried goodness coated his mouth as he chomped on his food. Looking around to see if there was anyone or anything going he let out a gentle sigh. Despite writing the day off as uneventful so far he was thankful nothing really had come to fruition as it was easier dealing with nothing, but, Oz being the slight pessimistic he was felt like there was about to be a wild goose chase starting and he would be at the center of it. After all, every time he had been out recently something 'unique' had happened.
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Born to two loving parents, Oscar 'Oz' Brown grew up in a small town known as Leeds in the United Kingdom form the earliest of years until they moved to New Paris at a later date in which his life would change drastically.[break][break]
His father a web developer and his mother a chef lead to a rather interesting early childhood in which Oz was nurtured and provided many opportunities to explore his skills and interests from a young age. Supporting their only son to grow up and become a happy being was the lovely newly-weds only true desire as they raised him. Teaching him right for wrong and showing it was fine to be passionate and devoted to your ideals, Oscar's parents were truly some of the most influential people he would ever meet.[break][break]
However this would all change a few years after the Brown family moved to New Paris for an opportunity Mr Brown had with a large business in developing and managing their online store. It was but a lazy Sunday and a simple moment of eyes shutting had caused a massive incident that left Oz alone and unable to move his legs ever again. The reality never hit the teen in all honesty till weeks later. Losing both his parents in such a graphic way was all he could ever comprehend at first but as time slowly dragged on the pain grew. The young teen started to resent and despise everyone, he felt like a charity case having to be pushed around in a wheel chair and monitored all the time, it was as if the freedom his parents let him grew up with was all stripped away...He would start to admire the stars, the moon, those that flew high and the strong winds the accompanied going even higher.[break][break]
Growing up was a challenge, he become reclusive, living off the compensation from the accident from the other party he studied online and learned how to code from the various resource books his father had acquired over the years. Oz had a special talent with technology, it was as if he could fix anything he touched as long he wanted to. He slowly became more independent over time and even after 'graduating' 'high-school' opened up a small computer repair shop in order to build an income. His affordable rates and quality work, quickly cemented many customers however every night he would still get onto the roof off his apartment building and look up into the night sky with a fiery desire to walk, or rather to fly away from everything, it was but an obsession for the male.[break][break]
His later years and that obsession has become an adventurous spirit however he still longs to walk, he wants to be free from the chains that bind him and would do absolutely anything to sate the hunger of freedom. [break][break] -Born in the UK[break] -Moved to New Paris around 6[break] -Parents pass-away and loses his ability to walk at the age of 14[break] -Becomes reclusive and takes online courses. [break] -Graduates and opens a computer repair shop.
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