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For a moment, it seemed as though your afternoon couldn't possibly have gotten any worse. Feeling a bit dizzy, you slowly manage to get to your feet and climb out of your damaged vehicle; apparently that last turn was a bit too sharp, for it had managed to veer you off the road and straight into a tree. 'Tis a shame that you had forgotten to bring your cellphone with you that morning... Oh well, not a problem; surely there's a business nearby that has a phone you can use to call a tow truck.
Sure enough, there just happens to be a small bakery right across the street. Hopping over the ditch that had claimed your car, you crossed the street and entered the bakery. It was a rather unique bakery, to say the least; there was a small dining area in the very front, and before that, a counter which was arrayed with all sorts of baked sweets, from cakes and banana bread to cookies and muffins, and the doorway that lead to the kitchen was vividly concealed by a curtain made of all sorts of shiny, colourful beads. The walls were decorated with brightly-coloured fractal art, and the only lighting inside was that from the bright sun shining through the large windows, as well as a few small lava lamps placed on either end of the front counter. The only visible sign of life in the bakery was yurble towards the front, wiping down one of the tables with a small rag. He appears to be about thirty or so, with light, almost beige fur, long, light-brown hair, and a mane and tail striped with colours resembling that of the leaves you would expect to find on a crisp Autumn day. He looks up at you as you enter and smiles.
Why hello there, he says. His voice is very relaxed and friendly, with a slight accent. What can I do for you?
I was wondering if I could use your phone, you ask him. You then proceed to tell him about the accident with your car.
I'm so sorry to hear that, he replies. I'll show you over to the phone. He leads you over to the phone, and you make your call. The tow truck will arrive in about 20 minutes.
While you're waiting, perhaps you might like a pastry? the man offers. You tell him that you really don't have much money on hand, but he insists that you needn't pay him after all the trouble you've been through today ("Besides, money is so not cool, man- it's made of dead trees.") You eventually accept his offer and sit down by him at one of the tables with a blueberry muffin in hand.
So, you go on to ask him, in attempt to start a conversation, would you care to tell me a bit about yourself?
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: Cake artist/pastry chef
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; very talkative and social.
Likes:
-Cake!
-Nature
-Interesting people
-Warm colours
-60s music
Dislikes:
-Violence
-Pollution
-Authority
-Getting wet
-People with no imagination
Ozie was born in Rouen (northern France) to a poor family of English immigrants. When Ozie was just five years old, his father died from an illness that they couldn't afford to treat. Being unable to provide proper care for her son without her husband's support, Ozie's mother sent him off to live with his snobby grandmother in Bristol, England. His grandmother didn't want to look after him, so after just a few weeks, she sent Ozie off to a nearby boarding school, where he spent the rest of his childhood growing up.
Despite his situation, Ozie was always a bright and optimistic child. While the first few months of boarding school were a bit gloomy, he later learned to appreciate life, and took satisfaction from making life happier for others at the boarding school. He had also been known to be a bit of a smart aleck and play a good prank now and again, of which he's fondly proud of. He did a pretty decent job in school, and in general, he enjoyed it.
Ozie's main passion was cake. He'd often spend his time at recess or in class sketching designs for cakes, and on rare occasions he would even sneak into the kitchen at night and whip up a cake or two to decorate and share with his friends. It had always been Ozie's dream to pursue a career in baking and decorating cakes and other pastries, and after he graduated from school, he went on to do just that.
He now owns his own bakery in Bristol, and works there along with his friend (whom I'm still in the midst of developing, but s/he will be introduced eventually once I have a good design/character for him/her). He's still the same sly, friendly hippie he was as a teenager, and everyone loves him for it.
And now it's time for: ADOPTABLES! :3
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I. Please don't steal these or claim to have made them.
II. Please keep the link back on these.
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Also, feel free to use these off site. Same rules apply for off site use.
Pretty simple, no?
If you can follow these, which hopefully shouldn't be too daunting a task, then feel free to use one. ^^
Requests are permanently closed for this set; sorry. :c Although I may make a new set and just retire these ones...
Just neomail my main if you would like to request one. Don't be shy; I love making these. ^^
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