OSBORNE, Rory James

[thewiz]

...RORY JAMES OSBORNE*
*Ignore the man behind the curtain.*

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...basics*

name
Rory James Osborne
nickname
Dr. Osborne?
age
Twenty-Six
gender
Male
grade
N/A
hometown
Holcomb, Kansas
sexuality
Straight
personification
The Wizard
status
Dormant
face claim
Neil Patrick Harris

...appearance*

hair color
Sandy Blonde
eye color
Blue
build
Average, not too skinny, yet not muscular either
height
6’1”
clothing style
Strictly professional*Suit and Tie*
Casual at home, but still very formal
distinctive traits

...personal*

personality
Prodigy: Rory has the mindset the he is superior because of his intelligence surpassing his counterparts and even people that have studied longer than him. He quite amazing in all he does, but with his intelligence being so high, he has always been an outcast. Shunned because of his choice of words or what have you.

Complex: If someone could imagine the human replica of a Rubix cube then the said person has imagined Rory. He is not easily read and yet he teaches the subject that works to 'reading' someone's personality, body language, and reasoning. If he wants something to go his way, he won't instantly go for it. He'll plan, devise, and in the end get exactly what he wants. However, no one will notice anything has changed in him, nor will they notice that he got his way... until it's too late.

Crazy: This is the easiest word to sum up what is going on inside of Dr. Osborne's mind. He isn't clinically insane crazy. Oh no. More of the scattered brained, yet he functions properly without a mishap. Also, this can describe his overall sociability. When in the classroom, Dr. Osborne has been known to go the occasional backflip or make snarky sarcastic remarks to students.

Obsessive: Not the weird, Follow you everywhere and make a shrine to you type of obsessive. He views others as broken, yet repairable. Each individual missing... something and so when he finds someone that he believes that he can give the missing 'whatever' to, then he becomes bent on giving that person what they need.

past
Everything seems to intersect on a broad interplanetary basis, or as some can say…Karma. For example, for every wrong you do to others the same amount shall be returned to you. For Rory, Karma worked in an opposite manner because for all the good his parents did it only seemed to make Rory worse. They cherished him always and showered him in all the love, but Rory never got 'better.' He stayed shy, quiet, yet in his mind he was normal. He was superior. Everyone else was strange...foreign. He analyzed them, observed their interactions, yet never seemed to want to interact with them.

Deborah and Bert Osborne were quite the narrow-minded, strictly naturalist type of couple that viewed the problems of the world as Black-and-White with no gray area. It was either one extreme or the other. They grew up on Holcomb, Kansas, and never had prospects of moving away...until Rory was born. They knew he was different simply from his fair skin, blue-green eyes, and bleach blond hair. The probability that he would not look like his parents was slim, but it happened. He got the perfect mixture of genes that existed in distant ancestors of both sides of his family. The only similarities to his parents was to his mother who had the most brilliant, stunning blue eyes and as Rory grew older his eyes started to change into those blue eyes.

They loved their odd ball child none the less though. When people gave them double takes, they simply blew it off as jealousy of their gorgeous baby boy. He never noticed their sneers, but he noticed the interaction and he stored it away in his mind where it stayed and was kept locked away for later usage. As the his toddlers years passed, his parents noticed that he wasn't an ordinary child, but a child who was different on a whole new level. They sheltered him for as long as they could, but he grew curious about the other children running through the road. They eased him into the real world, but his mind was already more complex than the average seven year old. His mother had home schooled him, but his knowledge and retaining ability surpassed both his parents, so they enrolled him into a small public school in the city.

With the hope that he'd become 'normal,' they allowed him to go to school for a week. Their son was praised by all his teachers, but the children... felt... differently. He wasn't social and rarely interacted with others, but he was always questioning them from afar. Leaving notes with questions on his teacher's desk asking 'Why Sally Q. had bruises on her arms?" or "Why Jim Joe never wore the same shorts after lunch?" These questions were not on the mind of any of the other children, so it raised an alarm in his the mind of teachers. They had parent conferences that ended up with Mrs. Osborne breaking down in tears with his father holding her, while Rory traced imaginary lines over his palms.

His parents tried many methods of helping Rory adapt to his change environments and teachers, but each new year brought more and more problems. He started growing impulsive and spontaneous, which dealt with him telling people exactly how he felt about people's actions. Around tenth grade, 'Quiet-Weird Rory' had grown blunt and 'mean,' but he was never confronted because his words weren't lies or rumors. Truth scared his peers than some of the most vicious gossip stories. One story seemed to define Rory's actions through high school.

^She was gorgeous and simply the perfect specimen of the female counterpart. She had the glits and the glamour to match her sweet smile and contagiously intoxicating giggle. She had the brains to match her seemingly perfect life, but something seemed...wrong when she arrived at school. Every morning at exactly 6:15 AM, she'd pull up in the parking lot for the students and just sit in her car for forty-five minutes, until the first bell rang. I found this intriguing, so I watched her much more carefully throughout the day, but she never faltered and her smile/giggle never broke. She was pristine, perfect...doll-like. I was stumped and seemed to have found an intriguing, yet not broken individual.

Then it happened. Three weeks, four days, six hours, twenty-five minutes from the day I discovered her 'intriguing' action. She faltered the slightest. She broke her perfect facade... She cringed. It was almost unnoticeable, but I saw it. Her boyfriend went to hug her, and when he did... He made a mistake and lifted his hand just right to get a very subtle cringe that was quickly replaced with a passionate embrace. At first I assumed the boyfriend as the culprit, but then I noticed how he seemed to be protective of her and how she stood a bit behind him and they constantly touched. I missed that an assumed it to be normal affection, but now it all fit together. The puzzle had been solved.

I approached her one morning... I broke her routine. She greeted me and smiled, but I stood my ground and took a step towards her. Her smile faltered and her eyes seemed to plead some silent cry for forgiveness. I relaxed before speaking, "Love. Experienced in many ways throughout many cultures, but some times Love can be taken to a new level for... Father and Daughter." Her eyes full of confusion, but she leaned into her car. Her voice was silenced by the sudden realization of truth in my words. "Fear. Experienced differently, but ultimately the same concept in all cultures. The Fear that the new level of Love will leave you broken...scarred...fake." My eyes glancing over her body, before meeting her glistening eyes. She was going to cry, but this had to happen...right? Of course. Closure was the best thing for rape victims. "Strength. Protection. Affection. Misguided and directed negatively towards you. Your Father leaves your bedroom ashamed while you lay in a broken shattered mess. Confusion. Hate. Anger." She shook her head in denial of the truth that haunted her. She was still protecting her sick perverted Father even after being confronted. "Your boyfriend knows of your lies, but they are vague truths. Abuse. Foul Language. Those are the simple things you tell him, but the rape. The Misplaced Love. You hide behind your perfect smile, but your protector, your true love showed me all I needed to know. He lifted to hug you and you reacted like you do when your face lifts his hand to you." She was hyperventilating, but I had explaining to do. She could had left me there, but she knew she needed to hear this. "Your boyfriend was my first suspect," She choked a weak no, but I ignored it, "But the way he seemed like he was guarding you made me verge to more personal suspects. Mother and Father. After a bit of digging I found that you lived with your Father and Step-Mother. Your Mother left your abusive Father, but left you in his clutches. You remind him much of how your Mother used to look. Misplaced Love led to Rape. I am guessing, which is rare, that this started about three years ago... on your birthday. The way that you blow off your birthday seemed normal, but when men wished you a birthday wish you were more defensive. I can tell all this to the counselor, but you have to come with me." She glared at me at this point. I had hit some nerve. She slapped me... hard. I rubbed the spot as she fixed her makeup and placed her perfect smile on her face, and after that day made sure to avoid me. ^

He graduated high school at the age of sixteen, but he was far more intellectual than a majority of his teachers. Colleges across the United States and a few from across the oceans were offering Rory large sums of money to further his education. He felt the need to at least try to get into an Ivy League School... Brown University won Rory over. He didn't start attending college until he turned eighteen because it took him two years to sort through all his options. His parents let him make the executive decision in the end and the universities kept him a special place on their sights.

He went through college with the intent to get a degree in Chemistry, but the study of the human psyche and mind gnawed annoyingly at the back of his mind. At the age of twenty, he finished his Bachelors in Chemistry, but he wanted to try out psychology. He entered back into Brown under scholarship with the intent of continuing his master’s program in Epidemiology, while taking courses dealing with psychology as night classes.

Overworked and still completely socially outcasted, Rory started his out of class studies. He was interning under an older Dr. Smith Johnson, who was a distinguished man in his line of work. He was a master at breaking down human psyche, reasonings, and actions/reactions. 'Curing' people of their diseases, finding dark secrets that even the person forgot, and making even Rory feel microscopic. He had never felt so inadequate around a fellow human being and he looked up to his mentor, but even Dr. Johnson had dark secrets that he tried desperately to hide from Rory.

Cancer.

Brought on from old age.

Dr. Smith Johnson died during Rory's internship and left Rory feeling...empty...alone...misunderstood. Dr. Johnson was the only person that could make Rory feel truly accepted in a world of dysfunctional people. Rory felt broken, but he continued to press forward and ended up getting his Master's in Epidemiology after four years, then received his Ph.D after only a year of truly intense studying and countless hours spent wide awake reading, writing, memorizing, and perfecting. He was twenty-five and the youngest man to receive his doctrine from Brown...and possibly the world.

After college, Rory was still haunted by his mentor's death and felt the stress almost daily, so he took drastic measures. He had studied an older, long-forgotten psychological technique of Hypnotizing and Drug consumption. Being a chemist, Rory understood the components and ingredients needed to make drugs and with his Doctrine he was able to gain access to such materials. He worked daily and nightly, until he finally perfected the perfect...'Happy Pill.'

^I wanted to no longer be a prisoner in my own life, so I devised a plan to make myself better. Perfect. Pure...again. I had the drugs, but I needed to perfect my technique. I recorded myself speaking words that I would say to patients that I would would later use this technique on, but I needed a medium...A pendulum. It was an Emerald Ring with a thin leather string. It hung like a necklace, but I wanted it for a greater purpose.

I can't recall the process now, but it worked... I feel... New... Whole... Perfect.... Again.^

Rory had unknowing allowed The Wizard from the Books of Oz to take complete control over his body. Rory looked, felt , and acted the same, but he wasn't himself and he didn't know it. He still craved to make the world perfect, but now... now it seemed like his life's mission. His calling.

present
He traveled to New York City in hopes to start fresh with a clean slate and a new place with endless amounts of broken individuals. Rory is starting his first year as a Chemistry Professor, but he has an alterior motive. He craves to help lost souls or imperfect humans. He is on the search for the perfect broken person with a seemingly horrible life. He wants to make them like him.... Perfect... Whole...New.


family
Deborah Osborne (Mother//Deceased)
Bert Osborne (Father//Alive)
likes
Avacados
Wild Turkey Whiskey
Photography
Green...Specifically the Emerald Shade
Cranberry Juice
dislikes
Stuffed Animals
Religion
World Leaders... (Idiots)
Chickens
Hippos
other notes
SUCCESS!

...literature*

book title The Wizard of Oz
backstory
He was THE MAN! He lived in Emerald City and was the guy with all the answers. The people adored him and looked up to him. The munchkins even sent Dorothy to find him to help her find her way home. He ended up giving the Scarecrow, Lion, and Tinman what they wanted, but Dorothy was left clueless. He was a man who tried to help, but ended up... well, not helping.

...roleplayer*

name
THEO
age
19
gender
Male
rp experience
Loads
how you found ouac
Magical intervention
rp sample
WHATEVER!

[MOLLY]

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