Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2023 18:42:39 GMT
OSMOND LEWIN PACE
VITAL STATS
FULL NAME: Osmond Lewin Pace
ALIAS: Oz
BIRTHDAY: August 25
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: homosexual
BLOOD STATUS: halfblood
OCCUPATION: Healer for Team USA (quidditch)
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Samson Kayo
ALIAS: Oz
BIRTHDAY: August 25
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: homosexual
BLOOD STATUS: halfblood
OCCUPATION: Healer for Team USA (quidditch)
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Samson Kayo
THE CHARACTER
There's this thing about playing doctor as a kid, with your fake stethoscope and blood pressure cuff, your little doctor's bag. It's all a game, nobody gets hurt, nobody gets sick, and every ailment is cured with a smacking kiss to the forehead. Except that's not real life, is it? Because smacking kisses, no matter how many, can't cure a real disease. It doesn't even matter if there is a cure, a real cure, if that cure isn't enough. And sometimes, it just isn't enough.
Osmond's mother died of dragon pox when he was six years old leaving behind a grieving widow and an innocent little boy. A little boy who only had the barest inkling of what death really meant, just how permanent it really was. Who wouldn't put the pieces together for another year or so.
His father? Well, he certainly did his best to hold things together, went through the motions - kept food on the table and the heat on.
Put the doctor's bag on the highest shelf.
So the little boy found other ways to play. He still had a little toddler broom that could hover maybe two feet off the ground but it was something (he could still hear his mother telling him to be careful). But the thing was, Osmond he wasn't particularly good at using his broom. More often than not his attempts to ride it ended with him seated on the floor of the bathroom bathing his knees in peroxide and applying an extraordinary amount of Band-Aids.
One could say that he had a calling.
More would simply say he wasn't particularly gifted at putting one foot in front of the other.
The boy didn't have a future in Quidditch, fumbled nigh on every ball tossed to him, so it wasn't particularly surprising that he didn't choose to try out for the house team. No, Horned Serpent was probably better off without him. Instead, young Osmond took up with the book club. Already fond of curling up with a good book he found himself searching for knowledge where he could, even if that meant stumbling over words in old medical texts (he hid any he brought home under his pillows).
Osmond threw himself into his studies with vigor excelling in potions in particular and signing up for the few healing extracurriculars that were available. But, he figured the really smart people were the ones that knew a lot about everything, right? Well, he'd just have to cram his head full of everything (this, of course, lasted a week before he got burnt out).
For all that Osmond was the voice of reason amongst his friends, for all that he might help the others keep their futures in mind, he didn't fall into his profession until the summer after his Seventh Year. Telling his father had resulted in a heavy sigh and a ruffle of his hair, "Of course you'd be a healer." Like there'd ever been any doubt.
So Osmond started his journey as a healer trainee that winter. While the road was long and rough he found himself enjoying it more with each day as he found his place (being able to actually heal people helped). He had been a full healer for a few years before he saw the job opening for Team USA, and he hesitated. That seemed like a lot of responsibility, didn't it? Osmond mooned over it for a few days before sending in his application, figuring it was a shot in the dark anyway. Except a week later he had an interview, and two weeks later he had a job and the more experienced healers on staff were showing him the ropes.
A Healer for Team USA. A change, certainly, but it couldn't be much more chaotic than the hospital, could it?
Osmond's mother died of dragon pox when he was six years old leaving behind a grieving widow and an innocent little boy. A little boy who only had the barest inkling of what death really meant, just how permanent it really was. Who wouldn't put the pieces together for another year or so.
His father? Well, he certainly did his best to hold things together, went through the motions - kept food on the table and the heat on.
Put the doctor's bag on the highest shelf.
So the little boy found other ways to play. He still had a little toddler broom that could hover maybe two feet off the ground but it was something (he could still hear his mother telling him to be careful). But the thing was, Osmond he wasn't particularly good at using his broom. More often than not his attempts to ride it ended with him seated on the floor of the bathroom bathing his knees in peroxide and applying an extraordinary amount of Band-Aids.
One could say that he had a calling.
More would simply say he wasn't particularly gifted at putting one foot in front of the other.
The boy didn't have a future in Quidditch, fumbled nigh on every ball tossed to him, so it wasn't particularly surprising that he didn't choose to try out for the house team. No, Horned Serpent was probably better off without him. Instead, young Osmond took up with the book club. Already fond of curling up with a good book he found himself searching for knowledge where he could, even if that meant stumbling over words in old medical texts (he hid any he brought home under his pillows).
Osmond threw himself into his studies with vigor excelling in potions in particular and signing up for the few healing extracurriculars that were available. But, he figured the really smart people were the ones that knew a lot about everything, right? Well, he'd just have to cram his head full of everything (this, of course, lasted a week before he got burnt out).
For all that Osmond was the voice of reason amongst his friends, for all that he might help the others keep their futures in mind, he didn't fall into his profession until the summer after his Seventh Year. Telling his father had resulted in a heavy sigh and a ruffle of his hair, "Of course you'd be a healer." Like there'd ever been any doubt.
So Osmond started his journey as a healer trainee that winter. While the road was long and rough he found himself enjoying it more with each day as he found his place (being able to actually heal people helped). He had been a full healer for a few years before he saw the job opening for Team USA, and he hesitated. That seemed like a lot of responsibility, didn't it? Osmond mooned over it for a few days before sending in his application, figuring it was a shot in the dark anyway. Except a week later he had an interview, and two weeks later he had a job and the more experienced healers on staff were showing him the ropes.
A Healer for Team USA. A change, certainly, but it couldn't be much more chaotic than the hospital, could it?
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