#ozbio

[oz--saffet]

O Z S A F F E T - “ C A T E R P I L L A R ”

interrogator for Jabberwocks , Art Gallery Attendant

42 years old , Any pronouns , Demi-man & Queer

full bio below.

PLEASE CHECK TWS BEFORE PROCEEDING

biography .

TW // Injury, drugs

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 didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t 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. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in London, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… he could sell them, see how much he could get away with.

Eventually Oz was selling such things to criminals in London. And when he found out he could join their ranks and become an assassin, it seemed like a dream come true. He did it for years, amidst the Jolly Rogers. He was a bit quiet, a little unnerving. But he did his job well - quick, and quiet.

However, Oz was nearly killed. 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 already had the fear that his job would be gone. No quick and quiet kills in a wheelchair - he just couldn't see it. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, he was in the perfect place to be manipulated into defecting to the Jabberwocks.

They promised the assassin they'd heard such great things about that he'd have a prestigious position that satisfied his bloodlust and adrenaline rush - interrogator. Meanwhile, he found himself a part-time job at an art gallery to keep his mind sharp and keep himself doing something. Leaving the Jolly Rogers was incredibly difficult for him, and he now finds himself the subject of much scrutiny from his ex-colleagues.

[ozymandias-saffet]

O Z S A F F E T

— basics

name: “Oz” aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet age / d.o.b.: 44, August 28th, 1980 gender, pronouns, sexuality: Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queer  hometown: Newburyport, Massachusetts occupation: Freelance web designer education: Graduate degree in bio-chemistry relationship status: 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 didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t 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 anything… 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 couldn’t 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. He’d done it a million times, and this was the one day he’d forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victim’s colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green. 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. Oz’s 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 couldn’t feel… anything. 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 didn’t 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.

[ashwin-blythe]

O Z S A F F E T

Full Name: Levi Ozymandias Saffet, call him "Oz" Age: 41 Birthday: August 30, 1982 Gender & Pronouns: Demi-man, He/They/any pronouns Sexuality: Queer Occupation: Motel Staff Face Claim: Rami Malek

Under the Read More is Oz's full bio. Please mind all trigger warnings!

Background:

TW // Drugs, Violence, Murder, Injury

-Born in Massachusetts to a loving family, but always was a little bit of a weirdo. Had too much fun starting arguments, shoving kids, and getting into hair-brained schemes. His parents assumed he was just 'precocious'.

-Incredibly bright and got his Bachelors and Masters in bio-chemistry. Worked in various labs with colleges and universities before moving on to BROOKLABS outside of Boston- a national lab.

-Met someone at the lab and hit it off. After dating for a few years, Oz realized they'd been cheating on him. While he cut the relationship off, the ex was given a large promotion and Oz was pissed.

-Oz found he could steal chemicals and equipment easily without anyone noticing, and began to siphon them off to folks through the dark web. While he never affiliated himself specifically with anyone, he did it all online anyways and things were relatively anonymous.

-While trying to fill the void of thrill-seeking with party drugs and selling lab equipment (and chemicals), Oz was looking for any other jobs he could do to make a quick buck, some of them becoming more dangerous.

-Oz began a very short stint as a gunman-for-hire. While he was good at it, he was given the wrong information for one of the hits and was badly injured while there to take out a target.

-Now has a lumbar spinal injury and uses a wheelchair and forearm crutches to get around. Oz still has feeling in his legs and feet but requires mobility aids. Can also drive a care- thankfully, because he was in Boston working for a different lab when the virus broke out.

-Oz stayed in Boston for a while. Many in his lab thought they could work on some kind of cure or antidote, foolishly. Oz mostly stayed for the enforced walls and special doors with only card access. He was afforded a higher level of safety, but soon people were picked off, buildings broken into, and Oz drove off to find some safety, finding Novac in the past 6 months.

Headcanons:

-Oz is a sarcastic and rude individual who's certainly not the first many think of as a 'friend'. However, when he becomes someone's friend, he is fiercely loyal.

-Currently Oz uses a wheelchair and mobility aids such as forearm crutches to get around.

-He was a huge partier but in his day-to-day life is NOT built for 'fun'. He also probably shouldn't be working in any 'customer service' type of job, but working on the first floor of the motel grants him something to do and despite him being an ornery little fuck, he's at least very organized.

-Oz would rather die than have someone see him display any type of deeper emotions, so if anyone HAS seen him cry or be truly scared, or knew him during his time in the hospital back in Boston, they are probably a very close friend. Either that, or Oz has distanced himself on purpose because he's afraid they think less of him.

[scoredandstoried]

"O Z" S A F F E T

TIMELINE // PLOTS

— BASICS

Name: "Oz" aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet. Age / D.O.B.: 42, August 28th, 1982 Gender, Pronouns, Sexuality: Demi-Man, Any pronouns, queer  Hometown: Rockport, Massachusetts Affiliation: Syndicate Job position: Ex-Hitman, Manager of Athenaeum Education: Graduate degree in bio-chemistry Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: Resourceful, Quick-Witted, Intelligent, Humble Negative traits: Apathetic, Blunt, Violent, Stubborn

— BIOGRAPHY

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. He liked a fun time, but was always the one to take it a little too far. A play-fight turned into a bloody nose, or a prank turned into a broken leg. He was fascinated by the way humor often relied on pain, and while he didn't always understand the joke, he was always ready to help with the punchline.

His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didn't 'get it'. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn't 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 when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything... not even knowing what he was doing with all these items, he found himself delving into the black market.

Eventually he wound up finding the Syndicate through his research on the dark web. 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 couldn't 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, Oz was unfazed about the idea of seeing a dead body. In fact, he was intrigued- and eager to prove his worth.

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 - and the rush was incredible. He was a respected hitman for the Syndicate for more than 5 years. And as time wore on, he stayed in his prime. Except for one job.

He forgot to check the backyard. He'd done it a million times, and this was the one day he'd forgotten. Oz had the victim dealt with in a second - but the victim's colleague was unexpectedly there, packing up for their trip to the putting green. 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. Oz's 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 couldn't feel... anything. 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 didn't 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, he was luckily pulled into managing the Athenaeum by Audra, who needed someone to keep the bookstore safe and secure. Oz immersed himself in this new role, finding a home in the bookkeeping and inventory lists. Now he works there as Audra's friend and work partner, managing and occasionally taking on smaller jobs for the Syndicate that can be done through the Athenaeum's front.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Athenaeum Goers: Those who visit often. Checking out books, interested in the weird and less popular titles they often carry. Oz is there often as he organizes and works. He might not talk to you often, but he notices you're there.

Syndicate Colleagues: Maybe they've worked together on hits. Maybe they started around the same time. Maybe they visited him in the hospital - or maybe they stopped talking to him after his botched job. Oz was a force to be reckoned with, until he wasn't. Maybe they pity him, or maybe they want him back doing something better.

Syndicate Savior: This is the Syndicate member who he called to get him from the house after he was left for dead. Someone he trusts who could clean up a pretty big mess and get him safely out. This person saved his life. Oz could be incredibly close to them because of this, or feel weird and guilty about it and never talk about it. Plenty of dynamics to explore!

Drinking Acquaintances: Oz probably shouldn't drink as much as he does, but he's definitely got a usual bar he ends up in. Someone he's gotten drunk enough to talk to might loosen him up some.

Ex-Lovers, Current Lovers, Whatever: While Oz has his wants and needs, he isn't exactly the type to make people feel warm and fuzzy - but when he's interested, he makes it pretty clear. He's had his share of forays in the past and awkward exes, situationships, and hookups. Said situation has certainly changed, but Oz is navigating it & figuring it out. Slowly.

[tfcrp]

THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Oz Mayweather Age: Eighteen Class Year: Freshman Position: Goalkeeper, #30 Hometown: Pontiac, Michigan

Related Bios: Dove Lowry

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: abuse, death, kidnapping

He used to burn brightly. A strutting peacock, always ready with a slanted smile and quick remark. Making people laugh, making them look at him. But that light is dimmed, now, a formerly silver tongue weighed down with all the things he won’t say. He learned it from his father. He had that magnetism, a born salesman who used his gift to sell people on things that weren’t real—on falsehoods, on cons. For a long time, Oz had that gift, too. But when he lost his father, he lost it.

It wasn’t a glamorous life, tricking people door-to-door or over the phone into handing over their money, a traveling salesman with a briefcase, a charming smile, and nothing to sell. Most of the time they didn’t even break even, moving from state to state in search of the next great payout, or fleeing from someone who’d been screwed over by his father’s machinations. All that moving never bothered Oz much: he was as flashy as his father, and he knew how to take whatever changes life threw at him. Wherever he went, he made a splash, and he never lacked for companions. It never quite felt like running, all of the different schools and the different places, or if it did it felt like running in slow-motion. At least until his father got caught.

Their life had always seemed so normal. He’d never though of his father as a criminal, and he wasn’t prepared to lose him. But he did what he had done in so many new situations before and didn’t show it: he put on a smile, and he adapted. His father was in federal prison, and Oz was placed into foster care when he was eleven, with single mother Candice Lowry and her adopted daughter Dove. They were a family, and they welcomed him in, and soon all his practiced posturing was less of an act: he was happy there, happy with them, and though he missed his father he found he didn’t miss the uncertainties that came with their life before.

Everything changed when his father was released. He was fourteen, and everyone was fighting over him: his father and the state and lawyers, with Candice doing her best to maintain careful neutrality, trying to encourage Dove to do the same. They were all talking about what was best for him, but Oz didn’t know what was best for himself, or what he wanted. And so he did the one thing he had never done before and stayed silent—even when they asked him. It didn’t matter: the court made its decision, which was to keep him away from his father; and his father made his own decision, which was to take matters into his own hands. To take him.

This time it felt like running. This time it was terrifying. Prison had changed his father, given him a new darkness and new debts and new so-called friends whose demands he couldn’t deny. If his father had hurt people before, it had been abstract, a loss in their wallets and the humiliation that came from being duped. But this time there was violence; this time there was blood. This time, they couldn’t pretend to be normal: they lived in dank motel rooms, Oz didn’t go to school. This isn’t the life I wanted for you, his father would say to him, but if Oz showed any fear or sadness that guilt morphed into violent anger, until Oz—normally so expressive—learned to numb himself and show nothing at all.

He was sitting alone on a motel room bed when the police burst in. After that, things happened very quickly, in a blur of police and lawyers and the word guilty, but the end result was that his father was going to prison again, but this time it was for kidnapping; and Oz was going back to live with Candice and Dove, but this time it was for good. He tried to fold himself back into his old life, but everything felt different. He felt different: he was quieter than he used to be, still trapped in that place he’d retreated to in the months with his father. He stuck tight to Dove’s side, even as he told himself it was for her sake more than his—she’d been disconsolate in his absence, and never quite seemed to settle after his return, like he could disappear again just as quickly.

She held on tight to him, and would have kept holding on, even after she got an offer to play for the Foxes, if he hadn’t done everything he could to push her away and toward Palmetto. 

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT

In Dove’s absence, he took up Exy for the first time. He’d never played for real before, for a team, just messed around with Dove’s extra racquet when they were bored. He found that he was a decent goalkeeper, and that standing in the goal made him feel present and focused in a way that little else did. And so he kept with it. It made Candice happy, and it impressed Dove, who introduced him to the team with pride and took him to practice on the court when he visited her at school. Still, he was surprised when, during his senior year, the offer came to join Dove on the Foxes.

He knew that she had something to do with it: Dove was like that, headstrong and stubborn, willing to move heaven and earth for the people she loved. But he couldn’t bring himself to mind it—it was a future, it was something, a path forward where he was still having a difficult time finding one for himself. And he might not love Exy the way that Dove did, but he still didn’t want to let her down, didn’t want his new teammates to resent him for just taking up space, didn’t want Wymack to regret his decision. And so he works at it, putting everything he can into being the best goalkeeper he can be—and he found something he didn’t expect. Class I is a far cry from his high school’s dingy gym, and he likes the grandeur of it all, likes the lights and the attention and the spectacle and, underneath them, feels a forgotten part of himself starting to stir, a light just waiting to reignite.

OZ MAYWEATHER is portrayed by CHANCE PERDOMO and is OPEN

[oz--saffet]

O Z . S A F F E T

FULL NAME: “Oz” aka, Levi Ozymandias Saffet. HOMETOWN: Rockport, Massachusetts BIRTHDATE: August 28th, 1982 AGE: 42 GENDER: Demi-Man PRONOUNS: He/They/Whatever  OCCUPATION: Radio Host SEXUALITY: Pansexual HEIGHT: 5'7"

— biography

Full bio is under the read more! Please read all trigger warnings before proceeding!

TW // Injury, drugs

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 didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t 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. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for 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 when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… he could sell them, see how much he could get away with.

Eventually Oz was getting in with the wrong crowd. And being a criminal didn't pay in the end. His clean, quick, and silent dealing still didn't work out- and though he never got caught by the police, he was caught by someone worse - a rival organization.

Oz was nearly killed. 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 didn’t feel that he could continue his old job. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, Oz decided to hang up his coat of crime and move away from the shitty, dark work he'd been doing for so long.

After moving to Ashmore a few years ago, he took on a new role. His apathetic and gravelly voice seemed perfect for radio, and as a sarcastic host for a combination music-and-advice station, Oz fit in perfectly. He misses a lot about his old job- the thrill and the adrenaline rush. But he also feels guilt for the shit he's done in the past.

[oz--saffet]

( RAMI MALEK / Genderfluid / Any Pronouns ) — LEVI OZYMANDIAS "OZ" SAFFET has been living in Port Leiry for 1 MONTH. They currently work as a CATMINT COTTAGE RECEPTIONIST, and are 42 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a WITCH or if they’re connected to CIRCLE OF THE PHIAL. They tend to be quite COLD and MANIPULATIVE, but can also be PROTECTIVE and INTELLIGENT.

FULL NAME: Levi Ozymandias Saffet PREFERRED NAME: Oz AGE: 42 Years Old GENDER: Genderfluid PRONOUNS: Any pronouns (defaults to he/him for ease) SEXUALITY: Pansexual HEIGHT: 5'6" TYPE: Witch from Circle of the Phial - former Hunter. TIME IN PORT LEIRY: 1 Month OCCUPATION: Catmint Cottage Receptionist

Full biography under the read more. Please be aware of all trigger warnings before proceeding!

Oz grew up in a family of hunters. A fear of the supernatural was always prevalent - and a knowledge that they were there, but many didn't know. It was expected to be one of them, even when he was younger.

And he did. Cutthroat, witty, and quick - Oz was agile as a hunter, and the rigorous training was almost easy for him. He wore his marks with pride, enhancing his abilities to find those he needs to take down.

Until he was badly injured by a werewolf. Claws ripped through parts of him, scars that will probably never heal. And they ripped apart many of the special markings he had gotten from his time as a Hunter, ruining his heightened abilities.

Oz wants to bring those markings back- Hunting is all he's ever known. So he tries. He looks into what could do it, and finds witchcraft could be the best way. So he immerses himself into it- first from afar, trying to learn what he can from books and those who want to give him a word or two.

Until he joins the coven, Circle of the Phial. He's taken in with open arms, despite his checkered past. The kindness he's shown is something he's never felt in his entire life... and it's overwhelming. Suddenly, he has a place to belong.

Now Oz works as a receptionist at the bed & breakfast. He continues his witchcraft, and has long since started a back and forth in his brain about if he wants to bring back these marks fully, or to stay as he is, and stay part of the coven.

[oz--saffet]

O Z . S A F F E T

FULL NAME: Levi Ozymandias Saffet. Goes by "Oz" HOMETOWN: Rockport, Massachusetts BIRTHDATE: August 28th, 1982 AGE: 42 GENDER: Demi-Man PRONOUNS: He/They/Whatever  OCCUPATION: Radio Host SEXUALITY: Pansexual / Queer HEIGHT: 5'7" TIME IN ASHMORE: 2 years

— biography

Full bio is under the read more! Please read all trigger warnings before proceeding!

TW // Injury, drugs

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 didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t 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. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for 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 when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… he could sell them, see how much he could get away with.

Eventually Oz was getting in with the wrong crowd. And being a criminal didn't pay in the end. His clean, quick, and silent dealing still didn't work out- and though he never got caught by the police, he was caught by someone worse - a rival organization.

Oz was nearly killed. 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 didn’t feel that he could continue his old job. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, Oz decided to hang up his coat of crime and move away from the shitty, dark work he'd been doing for so long.

After moving to Ashmore a few years ago, he took on a new role. His apathetic and gravelly voice seemed perfect for radio, and as a sarcastic host for a combination music-and-advice station, Oz fit in perfectly. He misses a lot about his old job- the thrill and the adrenaline rush. But he also feels guilt for the shit he's done in the past.