Oswald "Olly" "Ozzy"
The Lucky Rabbit _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Profile _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Rodent -- Rabbit
Position: Evil
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Skillset _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Naturally as a rabbit, Oswald have keen long ears and swift legs to run quickly. Oswald’s mystic asset is peculiar distorting reality, time, and space. It can very well be categorized as skills rooting with the element of space.
Squashing and Stretching – The maneuver of squash and stretch permits Olly to distort his body, while still maintaining is body weight whether its making himself longer or wider. Oswald takes advantage of squash and stretch to reinforce attacks and defenses.
Animating- The skill of animating permits Olly to manipulate up to four inanimate objects at a time.
Inking and Painting- Inking was an additional skill inherited through his brooding in the realm of darkness. With an ink pen in hand, Olly can squirt ink at his opponents and ink blotches can be used as a portal system known as warping.
Warping- Warping isn’t the same a teleporting. If Oswald was to teleport, he can transmit is body from one region to another, while warping limits him of maneuvering in one facility not giving him a large area of travel like teleporting.. Inking and Painting also allows Olly to create little minions and bring to life. They can take on the form of his opponents, ally, or heartless, but being a mere inspiration of the real thing, they do not replicate or reflect the same strength level. When defeated, they combust into the mediums that created them.
Key Frame- Key Frame is another learnt ability, but it can be referred to magic orientating with time such as: Stop, Slow, and Haste; each spell merely last for a post.
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Weaponry _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oswald weaponry is an oversize mallet. Its handle is remarkably odd as if it was to replicate the common aesthetics of a keyblade. There isn’t anything special about it besides delivering heavy blows that would distort and confuse an opponent. Also no one knows how in the world such a little rabbit can carry such thing.
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Appearance _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oswald is an ink black rabbit with a white face. His general round face once glowed with a bright smile whether he was genuinely happy or mischievous, but now his face glowers with a frown leaving a wrinkle with his brows making his black eyes appear more menacing then a cuddly playful rabbit. His coal black nose always wiggles with wiggling snort, while he stomps around with his bare black feet hoping from one place to another without care of who he bumps into. His white gloved hands clench into a tight balled up fists and only loosens to pull up his red shorts with round yellow buttons.
With appearances, he have a sense of familiarity to a particular Mouse King, but his assertive aura pushes the connection away, since Oswald is hardly in the mood to tolerate others, especially if it doesn’t help his gain.
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Personality _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In his young life, Oswald was a mischievous playful rabbit who would rather hop around and roam then settling himself on a particular goal. In short, he was a care-free individual looking for an easy breezy free life with a few laughs along the way.
That spunky playful bunny was broken and healed into a crooked rodent with too much pent up hostility for such a small body. His immature persona had faded away as he grew, but the Lucky Rabbit darkened into a brooding spiteful individual with a twisted morale with his narrow minded mind set. Although one may say someone so dark cannot wield a heart, but that would be a fallacy. His broken heart leads to his chaos, the method of his madness.
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History _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Original World: Yen Sid’s Tower / Fantasia
Current Residing World: None in particular
Oswald’s family consisted of a wizard and a mouse; under the wizard’s wing, he was the first adopted as a son and apprentice. Olly had looked up to that wise wizard as a father figure, a father who would chastise him for his devious ploys, but was very lenient with the childish bunny. The bunny wouldn’t be the only child and sole apprentice until the emergence of a mouse. Both rodents were under the sage’s guide; raising two little crumb snatching devious rodent was a handful, but both began to grow distinctively different. One can eventually focus his heart and ideas to a goal, the mouse; of-course in his young ages, the mouse would try to slip through the easy way, but the mouse was always on the rise to learn and was obviously growing, while the bunny lounged in his childish persona lacking responsibilities.
Having two apprentices, one who would most likely to succeed and one who showed lack of interest in the arts, caused an aching tension in the old wizard. How can he train both? One worked at a different rate than the other, but casting one aside would be the anti-parental thing to do; the wizard cannot and refused to push himself to push aside one to let the other rise, but eventually there was a compromise.
How can a guardian or even a father help his child to grow, even if the child was quite reluctant and a slow bloomer? The wizard eventually saw the problem, himself. He found himself a crutch for the bunny to lean on and as long as he was the crutch, the bunny will never learn to walk on his own. Making the decision on his own, the wizard gave a world, a world he knew, under the bunny’s watch for he may learn what it means to be responsible, dependable, and noble.
Being a king had its rocky state, but the only way to conquer the job was to learn along the way. Since the rabbit was cut off from his brother, the mouse, and father, the wizard; he had to focus on his obligated responsibility until he grew to admire it for what it was. Everything was cruising until the seams of the world unraveled as black parasites ate it away. His cries to his brother and father fell on deaf ears and so the bunny fell into the destruction of his kingdom dwelling the black abyss until fate will spat him out.
Once he was released from his dark prison for reason unknown (after all when one receives a blessing why question it), the bunny was a vagabond roaming from place to place weather he snuck onto gummi ships to travel from world to world in search of his so called family and the pieces of honor he had left. With travel comes knowledge through the whispering gossip, there was a mouse who was King of a world and protector of the worlds. With the worlds’ problem, he carried the solution, the keyblade, an item to right the wrong.
Who would know that, that mouse, a happy king with a queen, the protector of the world with a key, would be a brother of a bunny, a fallen king with a fallen kingdom? At the dawn of realization came the greatest cloud of darkness; his brother and father were two of the contributors that set the worlds back in order (after all his father trained his brother to begin with). His own family was too busy to aid or save him. His father was too busy molding his brother into the shinning chosen one, while his brother was too busy saving everyone else than his own kin.
How can one call himself a protector and wield a sacred keyblade and not fulfill his duties? Olly from then on became quite focus on dethroning a king and taking a birthright that could’ve saved his world.
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RP SAMPLE _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
“Hmm,” the hitched voice squeaked while dark coal eyes stared at a brick wall. On a wooden crate sat a bunny. His ears laid flat against his head pointing backwards like a defensive dog ready to make a necessary attack. His eyes stared deeply at the wall as if he was hypnotized, while one hand dragged a paint brush of ink across it heavily expressing his hate and anger with every brush stroke. With his free hand he scratched his rump ruffling his loose red shorts that sagged at his hips.
Obsessed with his panting, Olly wiggled his toes together in a match of thumbs war; With every fiddle and every brush stroke, his growl of frustration rose with more intensity as his grip on the brush tightened.
Squeak Brows deepened in a frown as his body ceased all activity; he has been disturbed. Like an demonic exorcised hostage, his head rotated slowly; eye twitching in agitation. Right there before him was a small lonely mouse. It sat on its hind legs fiddling with its small claws paws shyly, while moving closer to the rabbit. “Cheep…CHEEEEEEEP!”
Turning his head, Olly looked back at his picture after drop kicking the mouse away from him and smiled once hearing a distant thump. With a huff, he twirled the paintbrush to tap the blunt end against red paint. Light flicked against his face as fire danced in his face as it smoldered a mouse emblem.
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