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Created on 2008-10-30 15:04:28 (#17004318), last updated 2008-11-27

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Name:	Opismath Obfuscate [O]
Birthdate:	03-13

Bio

L E A R N I N G

Name Opa Ophilius
Alias Opsimath Obfuscate [O]
Sex Female
Age 13
Nationality Peruvian
Sexuality Bi-curious
Birth date March 13, 1988
Height 5"0
Weight 97 pounds
Hair Slightly wavy, Fallow brown, shoulder-length
Eye Sepia brown
Dress O will never wear pants, since the unused pant leg often gets caught in her crutches. Instead, she wears short dresses that are slightly above the knee, exposing her bandaged stump. Her dresses vary from long sleeves to thin straps, and come with bunches of lace and bows. They are often pastel hues, but she has a few in black. She goes around without any socks, with a single, beaten sneaker on her foot.

L A T E

O is carefully defensive about everything, but she isn't violent or insulting unless baited. Take her crutches and she'll not only get them back, but beat the thief with it.

She is rather gloomy, and won't ever think on the bright side. O believes the grass is not only never greener on the other side, but both sides of the grass have been pissed on and set on fire.

When around other children, she keeps quiet, but not in a shy way. More in a, I'm-waiting-for-you-to-leave way. She isn't outright rude to them, but she won't be offering smiles anytime soon, and will never willingly do anyone a favor. O is, essentially, a suspicious, antisocial pessimist.

When alone, O is often found studying or working on a dress to make it cuter, adding yards of lace or an embroidery of flowers. O obviously enjoys adorable things, and doesn't bother keeping it under wraps.

O sometimes experiences phantom limb pain, but doesn't go to the staff about it if it is ongoing for more than a day. Instead, she burrows under the covers and cries, but never within earshot of anyone.

I N

At eight years old, O had been living with her sickly mama and hardworking papa. In fact, he was so hardworking O hardly ever saw him. When he accidentally woke her up coming home one night, O had been overjoyed at the prospect of getting to play with him; could it be he had brought medicine for mama?

O ran to tell her, presuming her to be lying ill on her bed, but her beloved mother was nowhere to be found. With a cry, she sprinted to find her father, but froze when she saw mother in his arms. Her mother's chest wasn't moving, she wasn't moaning in pain, her eyes weren't open. She was limp and pale in her father's grasp.

He tried to assuage her fears. He told O that mama was very, very sick, and he had to take her to a doctor. But bring the doctor here, papa! She cried to him, Mama can't move, you can see that! Bring him HERE!

O was creating such a fuss that she would wake up the neighbors at this rate. Her father withdrew something from his pocket, and aimed it at O. She didn't know what the shiny, black object was in the dark, so O ran forward, screaming for him to let mama go.

With several bangs, hot, sticky liquid suddenly gushed from her leg, the pain near excruciating. O's father threw the weapon down and tried to escape, her mother still under his arm. O managed to open her eyes and make out the object a few inches in front of her nose. With a feeble grasp, she shakily aimed it at the retreating figure, and pulled the trigger.

He fell with a gurgle and O fired again, unsure where she was aiming now, until all the bullets were gone, her body shaking with the recoil even after she dropped it.

It wasn't until shortly after did alarmed neighbors show up, taking O and her parents to the hospital.

O surivived her wounds, but had to have her infected leg amputated. Her father also survived, but commited suicide after a few days of recovery. O was told her mother had already been dead. She never found out why her papa had tried to take mama.

She was later given a pair of crutches, which O used upon entry to her first orphanage at age nine. O quickly accelerated to the top of her class, then to the top of her age group, then to the top of the orphanage. O was far too intelligent to remain at her current home, but no other orphanages in Peru would take her, the cripple.

O couldn't run like the other children. She couldn't walk or skip normally, and during disaster drills O often had to be left behind in the imaginary fire. She felt outcasted, and became withdrawn, not bothering to socialize with the other orphans that teased O within her earshot. But she merely grasped her crutches and hobbled on, her head bowed and her pride brutalized.

It didn't take O long to figure out she was afraid of blood. After one of children had gotten a bloody nose, she shuddered violently and began hyperventilating, crying as the rest of the class gave her panicked, confused looks. That, too, added a new item to the list of things to be teased about.

It wasn't until her crutches were stolen that O put her foot down against the cruelty she was subjected to. Limping heavily, using the walls as her crutch, she banged on each and every orphan's door and demanded her crutches back. She was often met with stunned looks and agape mouths as the girl slammed the door in their faces as she left.

She was finally met by a surprised boy, her crutches in his hand. He looked as if he were about to break them. She limped forward, grabbing the boy by his collar. O was more angry than she had ever been.

I've killed a man before, she hissed. That was all it took for the boy to drop them and take off, leaving O to shuffle back to her room, beloved crutches in hand.

The incident gave O power. No one ever touched her possessions again, and all cruel remarks were confined to whispers in the bathroom stalls. At twelve years old, O rather enjoyed this rise to infamy. Gone were the days of shutting up and keeping low.

However, the crutch incident also gave her a black stain on her records in the orphanage's eyes. Fortunately, they had finally found an orphanage that would take her. It was called Whammy's House, and catered to intelligent children such as her.

At age thirteen O entered the House, her head held high, her crutches tight in her grasp.

L I F E

O is an AK amputee, her left leg removed mid-thigh. She uses a pair of sturdy, wooden crutches which are her prized possessions. She keeps her crutches with her at all times, and will try to use them as weapons if anyone attempts to take them. She even sleeps with them, for fear they may be stolen.

Aside from that, O has hemophobia and cannot have her blood taken, nor can she stand the sight of blood. She's careful not to fall when using her crutches, so she won't skin a knee or anything that might draw blood.

She also feels uneasy around older men, since she is reminded of her father.

O is an original character designed for

the_succession and played by

belucre. Though O is explictly her property, she does not claim to own Death Note or any of Chelsea Lewta's art, each belonging to their respective owners. PB is a misc. girl, from the portfolio of Chelsea Lewta. profile code and layout © by butterflybox

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brothers grimm, cute things, dresses, embroidery, my crutches, not you, stuffed animals

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