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Ozric Slade

The Wizard of Oz

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by mjolnir

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"The world is what you make it."
- ozric slade




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n i c k n a m e s x // x oz , the wizard

a g e x // xthirty two

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

s p e c i e s x // xhuman

a l i g n m e n t x // xrevolutionary






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x6' 0"

w e i g h t x // x190 lbs

h a i r x // xOzric doesn't pay much mind to his hair, keeping it short so that it rarely looks unkept or disheveled. It's a dirty shade of blonde, that can sometimes border on a light brown. He also tends to rarely shave, opting for slight stubble but not quite a beard.

e y e s x // xHis eyes are a soft, light blue that border on grey. In some light they tend to change colors between hazel, green and even grey.

o d d i t i e s x // xOz is covered in a fair share of his own scars from growing up in the rough parts of lower Infinity City. It's rare that he doesn't have a cut or bruise on him somewhere. Other than that, he is a normal human without augmentation or biomechanics.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xIt's never been said that Ozric is one who stands out among the crowd. He doesn't tower over other people, nor is he ungodly muscular or scrawny. He's fairly average in that regard. It's been said that he is quite handsome, although in his own opinion he doesn't see what they're talking about. He often wears rugged and worn clothing to blend into the life style at the bottom of the city. He is fairly easy to find once inside his club, always wearing his dark green trench coat, green in an un-ironic way. In the rare occasion he has to travel to the upper districts, Oz has the clothes and can look the part. But even just the feeling of the fabric on his skin is deplorable and he tries to get out of it as soon as possible. He comes from the lower class and has accepted how it feels and looks, even though the revenue from his club could get him a place among the elite.






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P R O F I C I E N C I E S

m e c h a n i c s x // x Ozric is a self taught tinkerer and mechanic. He spent most of his childhood, and now adulthood learning how to repair androids and biomechanics, while also upgrading them and creating augmentations from scratch.

s o f t w a r e x // x This didn't come as easily to him as the mechanics, but he spent over a decade learning how to diagnose, repair and strengthen android mainframes. He learned how to do this without needing to reset them, making sure their adapted personality and traits remain in tact.

n e t w o r k i n g x // x Through Oz's rise with the creation of Emerald City he has made connections with people either to gain parts or to aid androids and smuggle them out of their current situations. He's connections aren't many but they're strong. And he is often someone whispered about as a known supporter of the revolution and androids.



W E A K N E S S E S

s t a t i o n x // x His self made wealth could raise his status, if he let it. But Ozric never cared about becoming part of the elite in the city. But because of this, no matter how much money he does have, there are always those above him who won't give him the time of day. He's still treated like the lowest in the city, even though he is wealthier than some of the highest.

h i s x e m p l o y e e s x // x Most of the people who work in Emerald City are androids or humans that he has helped. With the front of a club and brothel, it is a safe haven for those wishing to stay hidden. He's grown close to them all and would do whatever it took to keep them safe.

t h e x h e l p l e s s x // x Most of what drives Oz is helping others, especially androids who are seen as inferior by the general masses. Similar to his weakness for his employees, he is the same with anyone who needs help.



F E A R S

f a i l i n g x // x The revolution is a big deal and although he believe in it whole heartedly, he worries about the state of the world if they were to fail.

d e a t h x // x A simple fear that many people have. He would give his life for someone he cares about, but that doesn't mean he likes the idea of dying.

h e i g h t s x // x Growing up with his feet firmly planted on the ground, without the money to travel, Oz never had to deal much with heights. So, when he faces heights it is not his favorite thing in the world.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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From a first glance, Ozric always seems to be a more cold and austere man. He’s not one to walk around with a happy face, or go out of his way to smile or talk to anyone he doesn’t have to. He can come off quite off-putting to those who don’t know him. Almost complimenting his stoic presence, Oz can have a sharp tongue that can come off bitter. Although never dishonest unless protecting those closest to him, his truths fall sour from the mouth often deterring others.

But even though he comes off prickly, those who truly know Ozric know that it isn’t intentional but a subject of his upbringing. In truth, he is a caring person with a large heart. Anyone and everyone that he can take under his wing and help, he does. He rarely sees the fruits of his own labor, rather using his revenue to help the androids and humans that come to him for aid. But selfless people are doormats in a place like Infinity City, so while he’d help anyone he saw, Oz has no choice but to deter some who would take advantage of his hospitality. Not that it doesn’t weigh on his conscience heavily.

Being the bleeding heart type person he is, Ozric has also grown to be very protective over those he’s helped. He goes out of his way to help others and bring them into his care at Emerald City. But because what he does for them, along with the information he gathers isn’t strictly legal, he’s grown very protective over those in his care. He keeps body guards and bouncers around at all times along with his own precautionary steps to keep those around him safe. It has been said that sometimes he can be over protective choosing to put himself in harms way rather than those he cares for. Selfless that can be borderline dangerous.

Given his line of work, Oz is not very forth coming. He keeps the secrets about Emerald City and those under him far from prying ears. And the only ones who know about the androids hiding out in his club are those that hide there. His main trade is secrets, but never his own. In that line of work, he’s gotten good at keep new people at a distance to protective himself and those closest to him. He is a loyal man, but it takes patience to get past his rough exterior. He only gives loyalty and trust when he receives it.






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H I S T O R Y


Ozric’s story isn’t a particularly complicated or extravagant one like some of the others he has encountered in Infinity City. He grew up an orphan of the city. He never knew if his parents died or gave him up before he was old enough to remember. But the other kids liked to say that they were poor addicts that sold him to the city for their next high. Either way it didn’t matter to him. He never dreamed about the parents that never were in his life. Life in the lowest part of the city was rough enough to occupy his thoughts.

Since he was old enough, not more than twelve, Oz had tried running away from the orphanage more times than he could count. First it wouldn’t last a day before he was found, then a couple days, a week… and once he even managed to stay hidden for a month before the city turned him out onto the streets at the age of sixteen. Since then, he’s always been on his own scavenging for whatever he could find.

Oz spent many of his days searching the numerous junkyards that surround the city for parts and other objects he could pawn for bit of money. First it started with scavenging, but the older he got the more he began to tinker, teaching himself how use pieces from one thing to repair another which doubled the money he got. Finding it lucrative, he kept teaching himself first fixing small appliances or pieces for machines, until he eventually began learning how to repair biomechanics and androids.

With his growing knowledge, he started following trucks carrying decommissioned droids to find where they were dumped. There he was able to find all he needed to quickly build a small fortune. And it was there, that he found Haven. It was the first time he ever ran into a fully sentient android that still functioned enough to call out to him. He took him almost a year to get her back to full functionality. But it was in that moment that he realized that that was his calling.

Once he had repaired Haven, Ozric took every penny to his name and open Emerald City, a club that specialized in exotic dancers and hired courtesans. And while the club quickly grew in popularity and notoriety it was all a front. Emerald City was used as a hiding and rehabilitation place for forgotten machines. Although he made a fair bit of money from the business itself, what he really traded in was secrets. It was amazing the things some men and women would say… when they’re happy.





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So begins...

Ozric Slade's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade

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Even down in the slums, the noise of the parade echoed throughout the alleys. It was a celebration that no one on these lower streets cared to celebrate. One hundred years of what? A corrupt city ran by corporate overlords. You'd think they would get used to the sound, the propaganda posted on every screen and holo from the slums to the clouds. Every broadcast showed the celebration. There was no way to avoid it unless you were deaf and blind. Unfortunately, she wasn't.

Emerald City was empty. Sure, the music still played and lights pulsed. But the seats were empty. No one lingered by the bar or lounged around the stage. The occasional android would wonder past, disappearing into the back. Haven stood next to the door like a sentinel, her arms crossed over her chest, her body an inch from the wall.

Somehow the pomp and circumstance still managed to be heard over the electronic music that buzzed on the speakers. She managed to tolerate the bombardment of noise for nearly a half an hour before she finally walked over to the DJ booth and turned down the music. Could androids get headaches? Haven wasn't sure, but what she's heard of them, she didn't care to find out. She had no control over the proceedings up above them but the volume of the music was within her power.

With the music a dull roar, the television mounted above the bar caught her attention. Before then, she hadn't noticed that it ever had the volume on in the first place. No one could ever tell when the music was so loud you nearly had to shout in your companions' ears to hold a conversation. Broadcasting on the screen was the same thing that repeated throughout the streets, subtle echoes could be heard between the celebration and the recording before her.

Front and center for the entirety of Infinity City to see was Cordelia Hallis. "On behalf of all of us." The speech began. Haven slowly approached the bar as she watched, resting her forearms on the edge of the counter. "We will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

Ozric slowly came through the door that lead to the back with a holo-pad in his hand, scanning through a list of black market parts looking for something to aid the most recent android to join them. He had mastered the art of deafening himself to the noises of the city. He knew about the celebration going on, the city made sure no one forgot about it. But that didn't mean he had to celebrate. Oz had zero intentions of paying attention to it or the broadcast until the slight sound of Haven's voice caused him to look up. "What?" he asked, not hearing her clearly the first time.

"Do you believe they mean it?" Haven reiterated as she pointed at the broadcast.

He let out a soft sigh as he diverted towards her, stepping up to the bar and setting the holo-pad down on the counter. It didn't seem Oz was going to be able to avoid it this year. He hesitated a moment before looking up at the screen, seeing Cordelia dressed like a doll before the city.

"We sincerely hope that we can help people just as it once helped me so long ago. With all of us working together, we can build a better Infinity. We can help each other. We can lift each other up in these times of hardship."

Ozric managed to chuckle and shake his head as the words left her forced lips to echo throughout the city. "I spent my whole life on these streets and I've not received a penny of 'Infinity's help,'" he mocked.

Haven's brows furrowed slightly. "Is that a no?" she asked. Although her sentience fooled many humans, in some aspects she was still so naive. Sarcasm or evading direct answers still didn't quite register with her sometimes. But Ozric was patient, with her and all the others.

He grabbed his holo-pad before turning around to face her. "No. That money will be funneled down through the corporations until it runs dry. I doubt it'd even stretch halfway to the slums."

Oz gentled patted her shoulder before he turned away. As he walked toward the backroom, Haven returned her gaze to the television as Cordelia finished her speech. "Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you."

As he descended the steps, he shook his head at the closing words. "Boys and girls... They don't even see as equals. We're fucking children," Ozric mumbled under his breath.

"You know her?" Haven turned toward him as he walked away. She wasn't an interrogation droid, but she spent enough time around people to read their body language, at least moderately.

His footsteps slowed until Ozric came to a full stop a few feet before the door. He didn't turn to look at Haven as he responded, maybe part of it was because he knew she'd be able to read him if she saw his face. "... I used to."

"Does it pain you to know that she has been brainwashed? Haven asked plainly. To her eyes it was obvious. It seemed that anyone should have been noticing how the way she acted was bizarre for a human. If an android did that, she wouldn't have thought twice. But to the best of her knowledge, Cordelia was, in fact, human.

It was then that Ozric slowly glanced over his shoulder toward her. Although he didn't say anything, his face showed slight confusion and even a bit surprised. "If she is, then it's her own doing."

Haven lightly tapped her fingers on the bar before she started back towards her post. "Then I gather that her signaling S.O.S. does not concern you?"

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.