Hey there. :3 I hope you'll excuse the mess; Ozie's currently in the middle of getting his page revamped.
I'm also probably going to tweak his character (and maybe his design, too) just a tiny bit as well. It won't be anything major, though.

In the meantime, his reference sheet is up there; below is a brief character bio (may be subject to change):

Name: Ozarkie
Alias: Ozie
Age: 31
Date of Birth: September 29
Birthplace: Rouen, France
Current Residence: Bristol, England
Gender: Male
Species: Yurble
Brush: Snow
Height: 5ft 11in
Weight: Surprisingly light for a guy who loves pastries.
Accent: English with a hint of French
Hair: Dirty blond/light brown
Eyes: Light orange (almost peach-ish)
Family: He has a mother who lives in France.
Occupation: Baker

Personality: Ozie is usually a pretty calm, relaxed fellow. He has a real slick and crafty sense of humour, and he can certainly be quite the smart-aleck at times. He likes to take everything in at his own pace, which consequently results in him often having to rush things at the last minute. He's very strong-minded and independent, though he has been known to occasionally make some pretty stupid moves (haven't we all?). In general, he's very optimistic and has a pretty bright attitude towards life.

Strengths: Knows how to have fun with everything; does whatever he can to make the world a better place.
Weaknesses: Not the most observant of people; has been known to put things off until the last minute.

Additional Info: Fluent in both English and French.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes:
-Cake!
-Nature
-Interesting people
-Warm colours
-60s music

Dislikes:
-Violence
-Pollution
-Authority
-Getting wet
-People with no imagination

Here's an awesome excerpt from his childhood, written by a user on another site:

Ozarkie lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The hour was late, but he found sleep hard to come by. It was a frequent problem of his, as his thoughts swirled around the passing of his father. The teachers of the school told him that grieving was natural. Eventually he would be able to accept the passing and move on. Their words didn't make it hurt any less, though.

With a soft huff of irritation at himself, he flung the blankets aside, and sat up. It was always easier in the daytime when he had the other children to play with and occupy his thoughts. Now he could hear their faint sighs of sleep, and he was trapped awake. Standing, he began to pace with his little furry paws clasped behind his back. That was doing nothing to help himself, or to distract his thoughts. Finally, he felt he could stand it no longer. He wanted to find something to distract him.

Shuffling to the door of his room, he cautiously opened it, and peered out. His head turned this way and that, but there was not a hint of life in the hallways. Going onto his tip-toes, he preceded to exit the room, and carefully shut the door behind him. He might be young, but even he knew that someone might get suspicious if they were to find the door opened. And he didn't want anyone investigating just yet!

The thrill of sneaking out of his room was exciting enough to begin to distract him. Everything that looked so ordinary in the daytime warped during the night in his childish mind. His eyes were wide with wonder, and he even felt a twinge of nerves for any sound that might occur. His breathing quickened as he moved through the halls, but any thought of returning to his room was quickly dismissed. He didn't want to be considered a scaredy-cat, even if he was the only one who would know that he had retreated.

Eventually, his slow steps brought him to the kitchens of the boarding school. He had thought of snagging a midnight snack for himself, but he was distracted by the baking tools around him. Usually they were manned by the workers, but they looked so lonely at night. Flipping on the light switch, he began to rummage around. A recipe book was found with different snacks, and he flipped it open. It fell to a page with cookies to try, and he looked around once more. Why not try making his own snack while he was there?

The ingredients the recipe called for were dug out, which led him on another mini-expedition. After, he went into the process of creating. Following the steps of the recipe very carefully, he found himself getting lost in the process. At least lost with his baking thoughts. The worries of before seemed to vanish, and he smiled happily to himself while putting the cookies together. Once they were on baking sheets, he popped them into the oven. The light of the oven was turned on inside, and he sat to watch his cookies take shape. Within minutes they began to enlarge, and then settle down into the familiar flat cookie shape.

The bell of the oven ringed to indicate that the cookies were done, and Ozarkie found some mitts to take them out. The pans were placed on top of the stove, and he again sat down. His intention was to wait until the cookies were cool enough to try, but as the minutes passed, the little Yurble fell asleep. When the teachers found him the next morning, they scolded him. Yet his cookies were so good that there was no further punishment. Nights after his first venture, Ozarkie would return to the kitchen, and he took his turn at baking all sorts of treats. For some nights he was even able to stay awake to sneak the finished goodies up to his friends. Times might have been tough for him, but from that night on when he was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would cheerily reply, 'a baker!

And now here's some art:


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