Ozzycazy
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- Location
- Oregon
I was born 1965 January 1st. Given birth by my mother apart of generation X[SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Average child, grew up knowing many places of Greek and North America, I had a fascination with the islands of Greece and many nearing Turkey. I hope 1 day to go there and learn the cultures but I was too young at the age of 6. Couple years passed, my father who was a businessman was asked to go out to one of the Greece islands. I begged my father to have me go but he said I was too young and needed to learn more, my mother tried to encourage my father to take me. Me and my father spoke very little, so the day came for him to leave, no goodbyes or physical emotion, only left my mother and I … I was only 8. Many months past and so did many seasons, but no letter or return my father, me and my mother did what we could to keep the house tidy and food on the table. During most of the summers I had to go mow and clean my neighbors yards for a few cents to buy candy at the store. After few more months and 5 years, me and my mother got a letter in the mail during a rainy afternoon, I was in the kitchen at the time at the age of 13 so my mother made me do the dishes, I began to hear sobbing and a loud crash on the floor … I crept in to see a smashed vase with a letter on the floor beside my mother. I kept trying to ask her what was wrong but she didn't answer, So I picked up the letter to only read it was from Altis government. I slowly read through the letter with dread and despair, my father … was found dead. 20 more years pass, I graduated at 33 in a university with a history degree and in the medical field, my mother and I through those years struggled on to do what we could after father's death. Many years on reaching the age of 50 I was living on my own and at a fine financial state. During most months my mother would visit to have company, but she begin to have severe dementia and was locked away in a hospital to be taken care of. As my life grew older at the age of 60 I sat there at my office desk writing this diary of my life, I looked over at the glaring light entering the room to stare at my father's picture and the letter … It's time I close this life in New York and go to the Greece Islands. I said my goodbyes to close friends and colleagues I made and visited my mother's stone, to give her a lily of starlight. “I'll find them ..” I said “ I'll find who killed my father”, I later left with my jacket and bulky suitcase to Atlas Air lines. My adventure begins here now at the age of 65. For 5 years I lived my life on Altas island and went through crime, lives and adventures journeys. Now at the age of 70, I found my father's killer buried in dirt with a stone in the center of a City called Kavala. My journey starts here, with my mission at an end I began to fill my mind with childhood memories of history I learn of Greece, I decided to never go back to New York but rest my years in Altas and seek adventure at any lurking corner. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Note: I got really bored of doing the voice so I will no longer be doing the voice for the "Oldman" how ever I will still retain my high quality role play! Also a other reason I got tired of the copy cats and repetitive people saying the word "You god damn kid" In hopes this newer character[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]will be just as funny and entertaining.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Firstly after years and years of police service the old man known as Ozzycazy be handing his badge to his cousin Noah Cazy to continue on his police tradition. The oldman has said to move to Tanoa into a private mansion. Noah Cazy will be taking his place.. No one knows why the old man left but god bless his adventures![/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](No i am not leaving the police but in RP the old man is. I will be changing rp character's.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Average child, grew up knowing many places of Greek and North America, I had a fascination with the islands of Greece and many nearing Turkey. I hope 1 day to go there and learn the cultures but I was too young at the age of 6. Couple years passed, my father who was a businessman was asked to go out to one of the Greece islands. I begged my father to have me go but he said I was too young and needed to learn more, my mother tried to encourage my father to take me. Me and my father spoke very little, so the day came for him to leave, no goodbyes or physical emotion, only left my mother and I … I was only 8. Many months past and so did many seasons, but no letter or return my father, me and my mother did what we could to keep the house tidy and food on the table. During most of the summers I had to go mow and clean my neighbors yards for a few cents to buy candy at the store. After few more months and 5 years, me and my mother got a letter in the mail during a rainy afternoon, I was in the kitchen at the time at the age of 13 so my mother made me do the dishes, I began to hear sobbing and a loud crash on the floor … I crept in to see a smashed vase with a letter on the floor beside my mother. I kept trying to ask her what was wrong but she didn't answer, So I picked up the letter to only read it was from Altis government. I slowly read through the letter with dread and despair, my father … was found dead. 20 more years pass, I graduated at 33 in a university with a history degree and in the medical field, my mother and I through those years struggled on to do what we could after father's death. Many years on reaching the age of 50 I was living on my own and at a fine financial state. During most months my mother would visit to have company, but she begin to have severe dementia and was locked away in a hospital to be taken care of. As my life grew older at the age of 60 I sat there at my office desk writing this diary of my life, I looked over at the glaring light entering the room to stare at my father's picture and the letter … It's time I close this life in New York and go to the Greece Islands. I said my goodbyes to close friends and colleagues I made and visited my mother's stone, to give her a lily of starlight. “I'll find them ..” I said “ I'll find who killed my father”, I later left with my jacket and bulky suitcase to Atlas Air lines. My adventure begins here now at the age of 65. For 5 years I lived my life on Altas island and went through crime, lives and adventures journeys. Now at the age of 70, I found my father's killer buried in dirt with a stone in the center of a City called Kavala. My journey starts here, with my mission at an end I began to fill my mind with childhood memories of history I learn of Greece, I decided to never go back to New York but rest my years in Altas and seek adventure at any lurking corner. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Note: I got really bored of doing the voice so I will no longer be doing the voice for the "Oldman" how ever I will still retain my high quality role play! Also a other reason I got tired of the copy cats and repetitive people saying the word "You god damn kid" In hopes this newer character[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6667px]will be just as funny and entertaining.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Firstly after years and years of police service the old man known as Ozzycazy be handing his badge to his cousin Noah Cazy to continue on his police tradition. The oldman has said to move to Tanoa into a private mansion. Noah Cazy will be taking his place.. No one knows why the old man left but god bless his adventures![/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px](No i am not leaving the police but in RP the old man is. I will be changing rp character's.[/SIZE]
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