♕ Character Information//Application for Kannagara♕
PLAYER INFO
Name/Nickname: Ciara.
Age: 19
Journal: split_psychosis
AIM/MSN/IM: AIM: splitpsychosis
Email: thesouthparkster@hotmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Oz Vessalius
Canon: Pandora Hearts
Point taken from canon: Chapter 22, page 23. Just before Oz wakes up after finding Alice and escaping Cheshire’s dimension.
Gender: Male.
Age: Literally 25; Mentally and Physically 15.
Appearance: [Here.] Oz Vessalius is a 15 year old, charming boy who stands around 5'4", has bright green eyes and blond hair. He's usually seen dressed in plaid shorts, brown boots, a white dress shirt along with a black vest with gold embroidery and red tie. He's usually seen smiling, sometimes playing the part of a trickster or flirt in which said smile can be amplified and suited to best fit his needs. He isn't above dramatics either. Upon arrival Oz will be pulled just before he wakes up so he'll still be in his nightgown and have a bandage patch on his cheek. So, he'll be barefooted and in a nightgown, like so.
Background: [Here.]
Personality:
Oz Vessalius looks the part of the noble family he hails from - a pretty face, golden blond hair and bright emerald eyes. His smile is sweet and devious, his demeanour charming and cunning; in essence he’s the perfect fairy tale mould for a young dashing prince and could convince you quite easily of such a fact if he wished. Next in line for dukedom as the heir to the Vessalius family, one would think Oz would be a boy aware of the responsibilities such a position would entitle, coveted as the only male descendant in line to carry on the Vessalius name. This, of course, would be assuming his mother and father cared about him, and really, why wouldn’t they?
Such an assumption couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Oz Vessalius’ charming existence is not so much charming as it is a sin in of itself. At least, that’s what his father has reminded him ever since the day he was born. By simply existing, Oz is infringing on a sin so great his father can’t bear to touch him, let alone look his son in the eye. He’s considered non-existent in his father’s eyes, disgusting and a stain on his family’s name. His father’s hatred is so unyielding that it was his very own father who cast Oz into the Abyss as a means of ridding himself of Oz forever. This obvious hatred from his very own father has taken quite the toll on Oz even if he hides it well enough. While Oz shows the world a smiling, happy face filled with confidence and laughter, the image of someone who’s comfortable and secure with themselves, it’s simply nothing more than an illusion. Beneath those sweet outer layers lies an inner core riddled with insecurity, self hatred and a lack of self confidence and worth so great it’s practically suffocating.
There were no expectations placed on the boy as he was growing up, and with his mother dead there were no comforting words from his parents to help him develop as any healthy, young boy should. In turn, Oz came to realize it was best to accept things for what they were without question, regardless of the situation as a means of self preservation. Why did his father hate him? No questions. He simply did. Accepted. Why weren’t his true, inner feelings ever taken into account? No questions. They simply weren’t. Accepted. Regardless of whether it’s pain or sadness, Oz Vessalius will accept them readily without hesitation, box them up and lock them away inside himself, somewhere deep inside. By developing such an accepting mindset, Oz readily believes that he simply gets in the way and is nothing more than a burden to others in the end; even if they all leave him or die, they’re better off without him. He thinks himself to be useless and weak, only truly useful if he can sacrifice himself for another. His life, his existence, is worthless, and this point has been inflicted upon him through his father’s words and actions so much so it’s become an undeniable truth for Oz. Such thoughts would be soul crushing to anyone thus to cope Oz created a carefree, charming mask that he would face the world with, one of a boy who’s outgoing and is ready to face anything without question; in essence Oz tried to become the person he hopes, deep down, is one his father could someday accept.
One could almost say that the way Oz looks at the world beneath his cheery, playful demeanor is almost suicidal in nature. His existence is worthless without being able to find meaning through helping others, through sacrificing himself entirely so long as those he cares about are safe and happy. If others are happy, then he too, can find some self worth and happiness vicariously through them. Oz feels the need to protect everyone he cares about, regardless of what may happen to him. After all, if he dies in the process well, then he dies. That’s that.
Aside from being careless, things such as class distinctions and nobility don’t really mean much to Oz. His servant, Gilbert Nightray, is also his best friend through and through and there’s nothing more that Oz loves to do than tease his friend, whether it be through thrusting a cat at the feline phobic man or simply being a brat. Their relationship is a peculiar one for Oz gives Gilbert a purpose in life and whether Gilbert realizes it or not, the same is true for Oz. Their friendship is more than simply the bond between master and servant. It’s not only the servant’s job to protect their master, according to Oz it’s the master’s job to protect their servant through and through, regardless of circumstance. If it meant his life, Oz would willingly give it to protect Gilbert without hesitation. He also harbours guilt toward Gilbert for the night of his fifteenth birthday before he was taken by the Abyss. Amidst the chaos of the night, Oz had raised a sword toward the person who was to harm him and instead, by accident, ended up striking down Gilbert, almost killing him. Oz was uncertain whether or not he’d actually murdered his friend during his time spent in the Abyss, but that guilt certainly weighed down on him and still existed even after he managed to escape it. The same affection and attachment he harbours for Gilbert he also shares for his younger sister Ada and his uncle Oscar. If it wasn’t for his younger sister who idolized him and became someone he needed to protect and his uncle Oscar acting like a father figure for him throughout his childhood when the man could, Oz most likely would’ve become rather unstable mentally without the support he found in both of them.
Oz is no ordinary boy, however, aside from the mentality he possesses. Having fallen into the Abyss on his fifteenth birthday at the hands of his father (a fact unbeknownst to Oz), Oz came to wander in the darkness of the void, nearly escaping death thanks to a Chain who goes by the name of Alice. Alice, or ‘B-Rabbit’ as the other Chains refer to her, is the strongest of all the Chains and takes the form of a young, black haired girl when she isn’t in her rabbit form. Unlike all the other Chains, she has a human personality due to the fact she was once human years and years ago. She’s drawn to Oz and decides to make a contract with him in order to escape from the Abyss. Oz agrees, thankful that she’d saved his life and the two manage to break free. Due to the fact the contract Oz makes is an illegal one, he has a seal on his chest akin to the face of a clock. Every time Alice’s power is released, his own power and ‘soul’ is drained of energy. There is only so much of this a body can take and the contract can either end up killing Oz by overwhelming him completely or as soon as the needle of the seal makes one full rotation, Oz will be thrown back into the Abyss. Despite all of this however, Oz still agreed and accepted it in its entirety. Alice, to Oz, is someone important that he feels the need to protect and help. She’s given him a goal and purpose to strive toward, to help her find the missing fragments of her memories, and it’s something he’ll do everything in his power to help her to accomplish.
There’s also something else odd about Oz which furthers his internal confusion about just who exactly he is. Inside Oz Vessalius resides a soul fragment of Oz’s ancestor from one hundred years ago - Jack Vessalius. Jack Vessalius was the ‘hero’ who stopped Glen Baskerville by sacrificing himself and many people want to get at Oz to get at the bit of Jack that still remains within him. Oz doesn’t understand what Jack wants from him other than Jack wishes for Oz to make sure he stops Glen whenever he becomes a threat again without killing him. There’s also the problem that Jack’s very own lingering emotions become mixed with Oz’s and it’s debatable whether or not his attachment to Alice is naturally his own or affected by Jack’s past fondness for Alice. Either way, the affect, if anything, is a subconscious one.
Abilities/Strengths:
When it comes to abilities, Oz has nothing really special other than his contract with Alice. When Alice is present however, he is able to have the seal released so she can turn into her true form. This leaves him vulnerable however and doesn’t really give him any abilities personally. On his chest is a tattoo that is a symbol of his contract with Alice and it looks similar to a clock of sorts. Every time the seal is released, the more likely the needle is to move. Once a full rotation has been completed, Oz will either die or be dragged back down into the Abyss. He was also seen able to summon Alice’s scythe when he was in a crazed mental state in one of the later chapters, but seeing as Oz is from way before this happened, it is doubtful it will ever arise in game.
Aside from that, it’s also stated in his profile that Oz is quite adept at wielding a sword. He's also decent at singing, drawing, dancing, playing instruments such as violin and piano, is rather good at his studies, memorizing poems, and decent marksman with a gun (although when it comes to the sword and gun, he hasn't actually used them in a fight yet).
You could also say Oz's stubbornness is a strength as well, at least when it comes to the loyalty he feels to those he cares about (such as Gilbert and Alice for example). When he makes a promise, he's sure to keep it, even if it gets to the point he'll end up putting himself at risk just to fulfill it. His tendency to accept anything that's thrown at him, while in one sense is somewhat damaging, it also provides him with the ability to adapt to nearly any situation that he encounters, discard the unneeded confusion that others would harp on, allowing him to get straight to the point and down to business.
Weaknesses:
Oz's biggest weakness and character flaw is, in essence, himself. He's his own worst enemy and despite being confident and chattery on the outside, he's full of self doubt and self hatred within. His own lack of self worth is damaging, even if he hides the effects well enough. It does, however, cause him to feel the need to put himself at risk for the sake of others, regardless of the outcome, even if it could result in the loss of his own life.
This, naturally, is not only damaging to himself, but also destructive to others. Trapped within this well of self doubt and self hatred, Oz fails to see or acknowledge the fact that others truly do care about him and by putting himself needlessly at risk or playing the part of a 'sacrificial hero' he's simply doing more damage than good.
His own insecurities when it comes to his parents, namely his father as well, serve as touchy subjects for Oz and are a weak point to trigger bad memories and feelings of worthlessness.
Defining Quote(s):
"I want to know what it is, this 'sin' they say I've committed."
"It's fine, dummy! Since you're the one wearing it!" (To Gilbert, while giving him clothes for the coming of age ceremony.)
"Don't think that I will abandon you!" (To Gilbert)
"I was rejected, never given any expectations. ... Then at least, I won't be a burden to others. It's alright if the only one who hurts is me...!" (To Elliot)
"So.. Alice just has to remain Alice!"
Other: I can't think of anything at the moment! ;u;
Action Writing Sample:
[Hello everyone. This is Oz, and boy, does he look happy to see you. No, I'm serious. He does look happy. Oddly happy. It's kind of...weird, especially considering the situation. But nope, he looks completely relaxed as if all of this is completely normal. After all, this wasn't the first time he's been dragged to another dimension.]
This thing's pretty weird, isn't it? [Why yes, he's managed to find the Hitomi and is, naturally, curiously fiddling around with it. It looks as if it's some sort of communication device and if that's the case well...it should work. Somehow. That's the assumption he's made at least.] I've never seen anything like it before. I'm still not really sure how to use it exactly...I hope it's working though! I'd really like to talk to someone...well anyone really.
[Still smiling, green eyes wide and bright. He's got a bandage patch on one of his cheeks and is in nothing but a nightgown.] It'd be nice to have something other than a nightgown to wear though...[Flapping the sleeves of his nightgown a bit.]
[There's a pause, as if he's considering something before he's back to smiling.]
Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Oz Vessalius. It'll be a pleasure to meet you all, I'm sure. Especially if you're a pretty Lady~
[There's a bit of a laugh and one last smile before he waves.]
Third Person Writing Sample:
Oz Vessalius had always found it easy to smile. Even in the past when his father had rejected him he’d managed to smile despite the pain that had followed it. When he’d fallen down and skinned his knees on the gravel path outside the manor when he’d tried to run from Miss Kate, or when he’d fallen ill with a fever one winter and had to stay in bed for three days, he still had greeted people with a grin, regardless of how tired or hurt he had felt. Despite the pain, the sadness, Oz had managed to smile, at least when others were looking. He would show them a bright grin, a goofy expression to make them forget even the slightest possibility that he might have been hurting. It was better that way. People shouldn’t have to worry about the likes of him, after all. It's best if he was the only one suffering - no one else had to.
But now, having been cast into the Abyss, having potentially killed Gilbert by his own two hands, Oz wasn’t sure he could bring himself to smile just yet. The boy who’d always found it easy to shake off the problems that confronted him, the boy who had suffered the agony of being disowned by pushing it aside and masking it with a grin - the very same boy for once wasn’t smiling. How could he smile? Perhaps 'how' wasn’t the question he should’ve been asking. ‘Why’ was perhaps more appropriate. The answer was simple enough: there was no reason to smile simply because there was no one to smile for.
The darkness shrouded his lithe form as he walked aimlessly forward in no apparent direction, fingers gripping at his arms as he crossed them over his chest, a sickening, heavy weight within pulling on his lungs and heart. He’d been cast down here - condemned; his existence a sinful one. He’d stricken Gilbert down with a blade, deep across the chest, blood staining the white, expensive robes he’d given him to wear for the night of his ceremony. It was his entire fault really that he was down here and Gilbert had been harmed in the first place. Gilbert hadn’t wanted to be a part of it. He’d protested and like usual, Oz had simply ignored him and forced him into it. He’d hurt his best friend, he’d probably killed him.
All he was good for was hurting people.
There were various odds and ends that he came across as he walked without aim, literally nowhere within the Abyss. Bits of buildings, odd, large toys and other amusements lined the dark void here and there, as if he were trapped inside a warped toy box. But Oz didn’t pay his surroundings much attention as he was lost entirely in thought. Perhaps this was for the best then. Perhaps he deserved to stay down here. Of course, Oz wasn’t one to give up on escaping. He’d keep looking for a way out, but if there wasn’t one well…well that was acceptable.
A small, little smile tugged on his lips as he cast his gaze upward briefly.
If this was what his fate was, then so be it.
Name/Nickname: Ciara.
Age: 19
Journal: split_psychosis
AIM/MSN/IM: AIM: splitpsychosis
Email: thesouthparkster@hotmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Oz Vessalius
Canon: Pandora Hearts
Point taken from canon: Chapter 22, page 23. Just before Oz wakes up after finding Alice and escaping Cheshire’s dimension.
Gender: Male.
Age: Literally 25; Mentally and Physically 15.
Appearance: [Here.] Oz Vessalius is a 15 year old, charming boy who stands around 5'4", has bright green eyes and blond hair. He's usually seen dressed in plaid shorts, brown boots, a white dress shirt along with a black vest with gold embroidery and red tie. He's usually seen smiling, sometimes playing the part of a trickster or flirt in which said smile can be amplified and suited to best fit his needs. He isn't above dramatics either. Upon arrival Oz will be pulled just before he wakes up so he'll still be in his nightgown and have a bandage patch on his cheek. So, he'll be barefooted and in a nightgown, like so.
Background: [Here.]
Personality:
Oz Vessalius looks the part of the noble family he hails from - a pretty face, golden blond hair and bright emerald eyes. His smile is sweet and devious, his demeanour charming and cunning; in essence he’s the perfect fairy tale mould for a young dashing prince and could convince you quite easily of such a fact if he wished. Next in line for dukedom as the heir to the Vessalius family, one would think Oz would be a boy aware of the responsibilities such a position would entitle, coveted as the only male descendant in line to carry on the Vessalius name. This, of course, would be assuming his mother and father cared about him, and really, why wouldn’t they?
Such an assumption couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Oz Vessalius’ charming existence is not so much charming as it is a sin in of itself. At least, that’s what his father has reminded him ever since the day he was born. By simply existing, Oz is infringing on a sin so great his father can’t bear to touch him, let alone look his son in the eye. He’s considered non-existent in his father’s eyes, disgusting and a stain on his family’s name. His father’s hatred is so unyielding that it was his very own father who cast Oz into the Abyss as a means of ridding himself of Oz forever. This obvious hatred from his very own father has taken quite the toll on Oz even if he hides it well enough. While Oz shows the world a smiling, happy face filled with confidence and laughter, the image of someone who’s comfortable and secure with themselves, it’s simply nothing more than an illusion. Beneath those sweet outer layers lies an inner core riddled with insecurity, self hatred and a lack of self confidence and worth so great it’s practically suffocating.
There were no expectations placed on the boy as he was growing up, and with his mother dead there were no comforting words from his parents to help him develop as any healthy, young boy should. In turn, Oz came to realize it was best to accept things for what they were without question, regardless of the situation as a means of self preservation. Why did his father hate him? No questions. He simply did. Accepted. Why weren’t his true, inner feelings ever taken into account? No questions. They simply weren’t. Accepted. Regardless of whether it’s pain or sadness, Oz Vessalius will accept them readily without hesitation, box them up and lock them away inside himself, somewhere deep inside. By developing such an accepting mindset, Oz readily believes that he simply gets in the way and is nothing more than a burden to others in the end; even if they all leave him or die, they’re better off without him. He thinks himself to be useless and weak, only truly useful if he can sacrifice himself for another. His life, his existence, is worthless, and this point has been inflicted upon him through his father’s words and actions so much so it’s become an undeniable truth for Oz. Such thoughts would be soul crushing to anyone thus to cope Oz created a carefree, charming mask that he would face the world with, one of a boy who’s outgoing and is ready to face anything without question; in essence Oz tried to become the person he hopes, deep down, is one his father could someday accept.
One could almost say that the way Oz looks at the world beneath his cheery, playful demeanor is almost suicidal in nature. His existence is worthless without being able to find meaning through helping others, through sacrificing himself entirely so long as those he cares about are safe and happy. If others are happy, then he too, can find some self worth and happiness vicariously through them. Oz feels the need to protect everyone he cares about, regardless of what may happen to him. After all, if he dies in the process well, then he dies. That’s that.
Aside from being careless, things such as class distinctions and nobility don’t really mean much to Oz. His servant, Gilbert Nightray, is also his best friend through and through and there’s nothing more that Oz loves to do than tease his friend, whether it be through thrusting a cat at the feline phobic man or simply being a brat. Their relationship is a peculiar one for Oz gives Gilbert a purpose in life and whether Gilbert realizes it or not, the same is true for Oz. Their friendship is more than simply the bond between master and servant. It’s not only the servant’s job to protect their master, according to Oz it’s the master’s job to protect their servant through and through, regardless of circumstance. If it meant his life, Oz would willingly give it to protect Gilbert without hesitation. He also harbours guilt toward Gilbert for the night of his fifteenth birthday before he was taken by the Abyss. Amidst the chaos of the night, Oz had raised a sword toward the person who was to harm him and instead, by accident, ended up striking down Gilbert, almost killing him. Oz was uncertain whether or not he’d actually murdered his friend during his time spent in the Abyss, but that guilt certainly weighed down on him and still existed even after he managed to escape it. The same affection and attachment he harbours for Gilbert he also shares for his younger sister Ada and his uncle Oscar. If it wasn’t for his younger sister who idolized him and became someone he needed to protect and his uncle Oscar acting like a father figure for him throughout his childhood when the man could, Oz most likely would’ve become rather unstable mentally without the support he found in both of them.
Oz is no ordinary boy, however, aside from the mentality he possesses. Having fallen into the Abyss on his fifteenth birthday at the hands of his father (a fact unbeknownst to Oz), Oz came to wander in the darkness of the void, nearly escaping death thanks to a Chain who goes by the name of Alice. Alice, or ‘B-Rabbit’ as the other Chains refer to her, is the strongest of all the Chains and takes the form of a young, black haired girl when she isn’t in her rabbit form. Unlike all the other Chains, she has a human personality due to the fact she was once human years and years ago. She’s drawn to Oz and decides to make a contract with him in order to escape from the Abyss. Oz agrees, thankful that she’d saved his life and the two manage to break free. Due to the fact the contract Oz makes is an illegal one, he has a seal on his chest akin to the face of a clock. Every time Alice’s power is released, his own power and ‘soul’ is drained of energy. There is only so much of this a body can take and the contract can either end up killing Oz by overwhelming him completely or as soon as the needle of the seal makes one full rotation, Oz will be thrown back into the Abyss. Despite all of this however, Oz still agreed and accepted it in its entirety. Alice, to Oz, is someone important that he feels the need to protect and help. She’s given him a goal and purpose to strive toward, to help her find the missing fragments of her memories, and it’s something he’ll do everything in his power to help her to accomplish.
There’s also something else odd about Oz which furthers his internal confusion about just who exactly he is. Inside Oz Vessalius resides a soul fragment of Oz’s ancestor from one hundred years ago - Jack Vessalius. Jack Vessalius was the ‘hero’ who stopped Glen Baskerville by sacrificing himself and many people want to get at Oz to get at the bit of Jack that still remains within him. Oz doesn’t understand what Jack wants from him other than Jack wishes for Oz to make sure he stops Glen whenever he becomes a threat again without killing him. There’s also the problem that Jack’s very own lingering emotions become mixed with Oz’s and it’s debatable whether or not his attachment to Alice is naturally his own or affected by Jack’s past fondness for Alice. Either way, the affect, if anything, is a subconscious one.
Abilities/Strengths:
When it comes to abilities, Oz has nothing really special other than his contract with Alice. When Alice is present however, he is able to have the seal released so she can turn into her true form. This leaves him vulnerable however and doesn’t really give him any abilities personally. On his chest is a tattoo that is a symbol of his contract with Alice and it looks similar to a clock of sorts. Every time the seal is released, the more likely the needle is to move. Once a full rotation has been completed, Oz will either die or be dragged back down into the Abyss. He was also seen able to summon Alice’s scythe when he was in a crazed mental state in one of the later chapters, but seeing as Oz is from way before this happened, it is doubtful it will ever arise in game.
Aside from that, it’s also stated in his profile that Oz is quite adept at wielding a sword. He's also decent at singing, drawing, dancing, playing instruments such as violin and piano, is rather good at his studies, memorizing poems, and decent marksman with a gun (although when it comes to the sword and gun, he hasn't actually used them in a fight yet).
You could also say Oz's stubbornness is a strength as well, at least when it comes to the loyalty he feels to those he cares about (such as Gilbert and Alice for example). When he makes a promise, he's sure to keep it, even if it gets to the point he'll end up putting himself at risk just to fulfill it. His tendency to accept anything that's thrown at him, while in one sense is somewhat damaging, it also provides him with the ability to adapt to nearly any situation that he encounters, discard the unneeded confusion that others would harp on, allowing him to get straight to the point and down to business.
Weaknesses:
Oz's biggest weakness and character flaw is, in essence, himself. He's his own worst enemy and despite being confident and chattery on the outside, he's full of self doubt and self hatred within. His own lack of self worth is damaging, even if he hides the effects well enough. It does, however, cause him to feel the need to put himself at risk for the sake of others, regardless of the outcome, even if it could result in the loss of his own life.
This, naturally, is not only damaging to himself, but also destructive to others. Trapped within this well of self doubt and self hatred, Oz fails to see or acknowledge the fact that others truly do care about him and by putting himself needlessly at risk or playing the part of a 'sacrificial hero' he's simply doing more damage than good.
His own insecurities when it comes to his parents, namely his father as well, serve as touchy subjects for Oz and are a weak point to trigger bad memories and feelings of worthlessness.
Defining Quote(s):
"I want to know what it is, this 'sin' they say I've committed."
"It's fine, dummy! Since you're the one wearing it!" (To Gilbert, while giving him clothes for the coming of age ceremony.)
"Don't think that I will abandon you!" (To Gilbert)
"I was rejected, never given any expectations. ... Then at least, I won't be a burden to others. It's alright if the only one who hurts is me...!" (To Elliot)
"So.. Alice just has to remain Alice!"
Other: I can't think of anything at the moment! ;u;
Action Writing Sample:
[Hello everyone. This is Oz, and boy, does he look happy to see you. No, I'm serious. He does look happy. Oddly happy. It's kind of...weird, especially considering the situation. But nope, he looks completely relaxed as if all of this is completely normal. After all, this wasn't the first time he's been dragged to another dimension.]
This thing's pretty weird, isn't it? [Why yes, he's managed to find the Hitomi and is, naturally, curiously fiddling around with it. It looks as if it's some sort of communication device and if that's the case well...it should work. Somehow. That's the assumption he's made at least.] I've never seen anything like it before. I'm still not really sure how to use it exactly...I hope it's working though! I'd really like to talk to someone...well anyone really.
[Still smiling, green eyes wide and bright. He's got a bandage patch on one of his cheeks and is in nothing but a nightgown.] It'd be nice to have something other than a nightgown to wear though...[Flapping the sleeves of his nightgown a bit.]
[There's a pause, as if he's considering something before he's back to smiling.]
Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Oz Vessalius. It'll be a pleasure to meet you all, I'm sure. Especially if you're a pretty Lady~
[There's a bit of a laugh and one last smile before he waves.]
Third Person Writing Sample:
Oz Vessalius had always found it easy to smile. Even in the past when his father had rejected him he’d managed to smile despite the pain that had followed it. When he’d fallen down and skinned his knees on the gravel path outside the manor when he’d tried to run from Miss Kate, or when he’d fallen ill with a fever one winter and had to stay in bed for three days, he still had greeted people with a grin, regardless of how tired or hurt he had felt. Despite the pain, the sadness, Oz had managed to smile, at least when others were looking. He would show them a bright grin, a goofy expression to make them forget even the slightest possibility that he might have been hurting. It was better that way. People shouldn’t have to worry about the likes of him, after all. It's best if he was the only one suffering - no one else had to.
But now, having been cast into the Abyss, having potentially killed Gilbert by his own two hands, Oz wasn’t sure he could bring himself to smile just yet. The boy who’d always found it easy to shake off the problems that confronted him, the boy who had suffered the agony of being disowned by pushing it aside and masking it with a grin - the very same boy for once wasn’t smiling. How could he smile? Perhaps 'how' wasn’t the question he should’ve been asking. ‘Why’ was perhaps more appropriate. The answer was simple enough: there was no reason to smile simply because there was no one to smile for.
The darkness shrouded his lithe form as he walked aimlessly forward in no apparent direction, fingers gripping at his arms as he crossed them over his chest, a sickening, heavy weight within pulling on his lungs and heart. He’d been cast down here - condemned; his existence a sinful one. He’d stricken Gilbert down with a blade, deep across the chest, blood staining the white, expensive robes he’d given him to wear for the night of his ceremony. It was his entire fault really that he was down here and Gilbert had been harmed in the first place. Gilbert hadn’t wanted to be a part of it. He’d protested and like usual, Oz had simply ignored him and forced him into it. He’d hurt his best friend, he’d probably killed him.
All he was good for was hurting people.
There were various odds and ends that he came across as he walked without aim, literally nowhere within the Abyss. Bits of buildings, odd, large toys and other amusements lined the dark void here and there, as if he were trapped inside a warped toy box. But Oz didn’t pay his surroundings much attention as he was lost entirely in thought. Perhaps this was for the best then. Perhaps he deserved to stay down here. Of course, Oz wasn’t one to give up on escaping. He’d keep looking for a way out, but if there wasn’t one well…well that was acceptable.
A small, little smile tugged on his lips as he cast his gaze upward briefly.
If this was what his fate was, then so be it.