Mizell Osric; D1; Done

Mizell Osric

Age: 25
Height: 5'9
Weight: 172
Code: O'dair
Talents: Creative Trapper

Darkness clouds his vision and sounds of metalic voices draw overhead to the young, dark haired boy. Sixteen years of life and somehow he's been pushed into the confounds of a hospital bed. His leg immobilized and gauze wrapped around his head.

"Is he going to be okay, though? Will there be any permanent damage?" The voice to his right says in such a low tone and muffed. Very lightly, his eyes flinch but his head stays still from the device being used to keep his head stabil and straight. A painful moan escapes his lips as he tries to pull himself from the stupor of unconsciousness but to no avail. Although, the rough hand from somewhere touches the bottom part of his left jaw and cheek, and the thumb slides gently across his skin. The feeling comforts him enough that he slips into unconsciousness again, not to come to for two days later.

Only then, does he realize how much pain he truely is in. His eyes open slowly, focusing on the light above his head. His mind trying desperately to figure out why he felt so dizzy even though he was laying so still. It never occured to him that he'd had an accident, but once his eyes trailed from the left to the right, does he see his little sister sleeping on the arm chair all curled up and a blanket draped over her shoulders and keeping her warm.

"C? What are you doing here?" He asks, but a quiet 'shh' catches his right ear and he turns his head slowly over to see the face of his father smiling and his eyes becoming nothing but pools of water. Confusion sets upon his face instantly, furrowing his thick eyebrows and pursing his thin lips together and his eyes close quickly with an onset of pain. "Dad. What happened?"

The question nearly set his father into a fit of sobs but recovered with a deep breath and reaching for Mizell's hand. That action alone gave Mizell chills that ran up and down his spine. His father never held his hand or hugged him much even though they were close. Clapping each other on the back once in a while, yes, but to physically touch his son in a loving manner?

"You had a accident, son. You're going to be alright now." His voice became strong even through the obvious pain to tell his son anything that happened. The tone of voice his father used became hard and rough as he pulled his hand from his son's. "You'll be in bed for a few more days, so you need to rest, Miz. Let yourself heal, alright?"

"What happened dad?" He questions, opening his eyes despite the light that forces his pupils to shrink expanding the dark hue of brown in his eyes. Once their eyes met, his father just shook his head and droped his gaze away from his son.

"The doctors don't know if you'll be able to use your leg anymore. If you can, it won't be the same. You did some severe damage to the nerves and the ligaments are shredded." One unnerving question had yet come from Mizell's mouth and with the blinding pain starting to grow more and more, he puts his hand to his left ear and notices how the sound isn't there when he runs his fingers over the gauze.

No rubbing sound, nor scratching when his nails dig into the white fabric.

"I can't hear, dad. Am I going deaf, too?" He asks, relieved to be able to hear his own voice from the right. "Why can I only hear from one side. What the hell happened to me, dad? Why can't I hear? TELL ME!" The strong front that his father had only moments ago fled as he suddenly let his body be wracked with sobs and minutes pass by with the explainations of the injuries extent on his body. Revelations about his newfound disabilities coming on too strong and with hatred in his voice, screams at his father to leave.

Silence follows.

Absolute silence in the room except the sounds of his own fears coming out in sniffles from a sixteen year old boy whose dreams of the games dashed in the blink of an eye.

However, that young boy took years to develope the skills to walk again, but at a heavy price. His hearing stayed one sided and never improved showing him that everything can change in the blink of an eye.

At the age of 25, he has finally found that after years of hating what happened to himself, he grew into a strapping young man. Unable to do much to keep in shape, he tries to solely focus on a strict diet and exercises that his body will allow him do. He keeps defeating the barriers that try to hold him back. He's found ways to keep in suitable shape in order to be allowed to be a trainer at the local career academy for future careers.

His mindset slowly faded back to what it was before his accident. Although, his creativity was a huge motivator as he continued to heal, he couldn't let anything keep him down for long. He had to find ways around his disability and as such, he grew as an inventor and used those inventions to become an expert trapper and mastermind at snares. He was determinded to not become ensnared by his own bad luck and used it as a constand daily reminder of what he can accomplish.

"If I won't let it get me down, then I won't let it happen to anyone else that is under my watch, no sir!" He says to his students on a daily basis.

His lesson for youngsters is never to let your weakness show. When they walk into a new session with him, he'll start by showing them to what extent that his injury had been by starting the class in the wheelchair he had used for months. Even though he's forced to use a brace for his leg, he will not let anyone think he is anything but capable to do his job. He's stern toward his students and will not give up on them. He'd rather see them in tears and accomplish something that they needed to do, then to let them off easy and try again tomorrow.

With a stern jawline and a square chin, he feels he has the appearance of someone who is very determinded. He prefers a very light beard and mustache mostly because his wife considers it to be his most keen attribute. So, he is tries to keep it nice and trimmed and well kempt just for her. His unique style is something that is his own. Hats will accompany him where ever he goes. It's almost like a symbolic thing for him and if he isn't wearing his hat over his dark, long locks, then expect a bad day from him.

Shortly after his accident, he met his future wife and after a year of marriage, she became pregnant. At the age of twenty, with his wife, Takyn, they born a son named Aiden. That precious little boy meant everything to him. He never thought that his life would hold such purpose again considering he had failed as a career. His life grew new meaning. He raised his son as his father had him and his sister. The only thing that changed was his love for his son. Not a day goes by where he doesn't physically hug his son and his wife, making sure that they know that he loves them fully with all of his heart.