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My ozlings headcanons/lore???

Odyssey:

He is very distant with all of his siblings, except with the adventure crew and a few of the oldest siblings.   He is emotionally stunned when it comes to sadness.   He is often absent from school, so many of the older siblings lectured him for skipping school.

Oz:

He was actually offered an internship position in the Technology department, but declined it due to it not being a paid position.  Once he started living at John’s, he only calls his siblings once every 2 weeks just to check up on them. If they call him, he’ll pick up.   Osei-Kofi found recordings of all of John's fights from his golden era, so she showed them to Oz.

Oskaar:

He is talented with many musical instruments. He plays the cello, violin, and piano for shows ect, while he plays the guitar and trumpet for himself.   

My headcanons of others’ ozlings OCs (This is what I think, don’t mind me)

Osei-Kofi: She fought some of John's old opponents.

Oshun: He has a little shrine to Bugs, probably. 

Oklahoma: Probably passes by John’s childhood home.

Odessa: She definitely got away with a lot of stuff when she was a kid.

Ori: Clashes with Oskaar due to both of them having bad tempers.

Oaklynn: Likes the smell of new books.

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Bouns

Born in the countryside near the side of the mountains in a community filled with dragons, you would think that they would hold the children there like treasure…and they do…just not half-breeds… especially a half-breed that holds demon blood.  

When his supposed “Mother” gave birth to him, she and the others from the community were disgusted by his demonic features.  She was stupid to think that he would look like a full dragon when knowing full well that the father was a demon.  So she did what any other person would do when they brought shame to their family and community.  Run away and leave the baby with her parents.  John was lucky enough to have grandparents who wanted him and loved him, but the same couldn't be said about the community he would live in until he was 16.

When he started school, many of the teachers couldn’t deny his intelligence.  Being the youngest and the number 1 in his grade, he thought that they would expect him as one of their own in the community, or at least befriending some of the other kids in his class.  Oh, how dead wrong he was to hope a pathetic dream like that would come true.  It would only make the adults despise him more and complain about how their kid should have been number 1, and that a mistake like him shouldn't even be allowed to have an education at all.  The kids in his class would bully him relentlessly when they figured out that he couldn't fight back because it would look bad if he did, and it was so bad that it should have left scars… but it didn’t…that's how he found out he has Blot.

August 17th, he was 12 years old when he found out.  The usual practice test finals were over, and the results were posted on the school's outside bulletin board after school.  He proudly pulled his grandpa to the bulletin board to show off that he claimed the number one spot in his grade once again, both of them ignoring the murmurs about how it was ridiculous that he got the top spot and that a child like that shouldn't even be in school.   

Once he showed his grandpa his results, a group of kids he recognized from his class approached him.  Saying that he had shown his worth and would like to befriend him and come with them somewhere after they have seen their own scores.  Despite his better judgment, he chose to believe them and follow them.  They jumped him…they really jumped him… then they hit him straight in the head with a wooden bat.  He never thought that they would actually hurt him this much.  The kids in his class hurt him before, pinching, locking him in the closet in the dark, throwing rocks, punching him here and there, and one kick to the stomach for the whole day if he was lucky.

But this time was different; everything turned into a blur, blood and dirt covered his wounds and clothes.  All he could hear was his bones cracking, the punches, the kicking, his own pleas for mercy, that's all he could hear, and they were saying nothing, not even sigh…and he hated it.  He was too used to them all yelling and the comments about him; he hated that they were so quiet, he felt so degraded, so worthless, so terrified.  They kicked him in the stomach for the tenth and last time, and that's when he started coughing and nose bleeding ink. 

The others stopped their onslaught of violence when one of them got some of his ink on their hands.  Needless to say, they were even more disgusted by him; they wanted to hurt him more, but didn't want to risk getting what he had ... then…they came up with an evil idea.  They left him there to choke on the mix of blood and ink that came out of his mouth.  

Hours went by before his grandparents found him.  They were surprised that he even survived this long, being left alone for hours in the dirt, blood, and ink with no medical care.  By the time they came back, news spread fast that he had blot in the community, and they refused to treat him when his grandparents begged the doctors to help him.  His grandpa can only think of one person who would be willing to help him, an old war buddy to whom he owed a blood debt, and now he owed a blood debt to him as well.  

Elder Kettle, John, knew that he and his grandpa had fought together in the war, but didn't know that he was the one who had saved his grandpa's life.  He visited the man many times with his grandpa before; the old men would sit and chat about their lives and children that they had been raising, while he and the cupbros would go out adventuring and playing games.  But this visit wasn't like the other visit, oh, how much he really wanted it to be.  When they visited Elder Kettle, he wasted no time and treated him right away.  His grandpa distracted the cupbros from seeing the state he was in, but Cuphead saw and said nothing. 

When Elder Kettle finished taking care of John, he taught him methods of reducing and preventing the blot of taking over him.  When he went back to the community, they said nothing to him, not even a glance.  It was quiet; he hated it.  He tried to go back to school, but they didn't let him in; all they did was look at him and slam the doors in his face and ban him from entering the school.  He was forced into homeschooling, but the problem was that no one was willing to teach him due to his demonic blood and having blot.  His grandparents couldn’t teach him either due to their jobs, so he usually sat home alone in the quiet.  The quiet he desperately tries to escape, so he visits Elder Kettle’s cottage by himself whenever he gets the chance.

Elder Kettle would welcome him whenever he came by. Mugman especially loved it when he came by; he was the only other person besides Cuphead and Elder Kettle that he could talk his ear off to, and was actually interested in the books and topics that he was into.   A couple of years went by, and he started visiting less due to the blot getting worse and himself getting more violent, and one day, when he was 15, he got a letter from the mail, addressed to him from his father.  It contains two pages, a key, and a sufficient amount of cash.  One page filled with his regrets of not taking care of him, or at least meeting him; the other was his will…his father was dead. 

The man left him a building in Toon Town that is now under his name.  He was conflicted about whether to go or not, so he gave himself a year to decide whether to sell the building or keep it.  The months went by with him getting into fights, people who looked at him with disgust, and the younger kids name-calling as well, throwing rocks at him.  He couldn’t blame the younger kids; their horrible parents taught them.  A month left until the decision, and he thought he would stay with his grandparents and sell the building.  Then the worst thing happened to him: his grandparents were killed.  Their blood covered every surface of the living room, furniture destroyed and burnt.  He wasn’t scared; he wasn’t shocked. He was angry, and he wasn’t just angry - he was hungry for vengeance justice.  It wasn’t hard for him to find the killer or killers; they were boasting about it to anyone who would lend an ear.  He stalked them for weeks to get the perfect chance to pounce on them, and pounce he did.

It was so easy…so simple…just one pull of the trigger straight at the head, oh, how much he loved the sound of the trigger.  He loved it even more when the bodies hit the ground in the mountains, no one could hear them, and no one could hear him shoot the gun multiple times at the bodies.  He’ll admit that he developed a trigger finger.  But then the reality settled in: his grandparents were gone, the only people who tied him to this place were gone, the only people who kept him from burning the whole place down.

He walked back to the house that he once called home, covered in the blood of the people he had just killed.  He packed all of his most valued things and some of his grandparents' things to remember them by.  After setting all of it in the car, he went back in, picked up both of his grandparents' bodies, and buried both of them together in the mountains where they got married.  He went back to the house and burned it down.  “No one deserves to live in this beautiful house. No one will stay in this house ever again.”  As the embers engulfed the house he once called home, he drove off.  He stopped by Elder Kettle’s place one last time to drop off the news.  He saw the old kettle early in the morning, tending to his garden. 

As if he could read his mind, the kettle beckoned him to come inside, and so he did.  They sat at the kitchen table, in silence for a while. He had almost forgotten how much he hated the silence, and they continued to sit there like that for a little longer, until Elder Kettle broke the silence.

“So my dear boy…what has happened to you to give you such a blank face but eyes filled with despair and hatred.” He thought about how to tell him the horrible news, should he cry, yell, or even both.  So with a straight face and quiet voice, not to wake up the cupbros from their slumber. “My grandpar-...My-...” his chest rises up and down as he tries to calm himself, ink started coming down his nose, before it could overtake him, he drank some paint thinner.  Once he was sure there were no more signs of the blot, he started again.  “My-...Mr. and Mrs. Dragonsmith had…They are no longer ... .Here,” He hated how much his voice cracked.  He hated how much he looked so weak in front of the man who fought side by side with his grandpa on the battlefield, the man whom his grandpa owed a blood debt to, how he owed a blood debt to, and now he carried his grandpa’s blood debt and his own to this man—crying in front of this great man, like he was a damn baby.  

Now this great man is comforting him, but he can see how much it hurts him to know that a man he once saved had died.  They sat there like that for almost an hour, then they both calmed down.  Elder Kettle offered to cook him breakfast and walked to the pantry.  John just stood up and started walking to the front door. Before opening the door, he looked back into the kitchen, seeing Elder Kettle looking at him one last time.  “I’ll send you letters; you'd better reply, or I’ll come and get you.” Then he turned back and started making breakfast.  John looked up at the staircase to see Cuphead walking down towards him. They both just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, then he handed Cuphead an address. “If you need anything, you know where to find me,” and just like that, he left, never to see Elder Kettle ever again.

It took a couple of days to get to Toon Town.  He stood in front of the building that was left to him by his sperm donor.  Looking at the two-story building, he opened the door to the first floor, which was laid out as a small shop, everything covered in a thick layer of dust.  Opening the shops back, it had a spiral staircase which led to the second floor.  Going up the staircase, he was on the floor where he would be living for the rest of his life.  Once he cleaned up the building and set up his stuff, he started looking for a job, but he couldn't find one; they either had enough employees or he wasn't educated enough.

John was in the town for a couple of weeks, hungry and desperate for a job, when he got jumped by a couple of muggers in a dead-end alleyway.  He got really bloodied up, but it was worth it since he got to beat them up near death.  That’s when he saw a man in a black trench coat walk up to him and offer him tons of money to join an illegal underground fighting ring, as long as he got to be his manager.  John took the offer with no hesitation.

Some years had passed in Toon Town, and he had made a good enough name in the underground fighting ring that he was hired to be extra muscle in multiple black market firearm deals.  He learned from his employers how to design and invent firearms, and soon he became a black market firearm designer and distributor under the alias “Devilhide.”  

Since becoming Devilhide, he became highly in demand and made a lot of money from it, so he quit the underground fighting ring as one of the top 30 fighters.  He decided to continue his education and became an electrical and civil engineer.  One of his teachers recommended him to Mickey Mouse himself, due to being at the top of his classes in both of his majors.  During this time, his blot attacks had gotten worse, too.  The blot had made it impossible to use his voice without pain, but not incapable of using his voice.  Meanwhile, the right side of his face, which had forgotten what it looked like, the blot mutations stayed.  He looked like a monstrosity, a mistake.  He couldn't bear looking at his face anymore; every time he saw his own reflection,  he didn't see himself anymore…all he saw was the twisted, contorted, melting, bubbling, blood-crying, inky blot monster.  So…he wore a welder's mask.  It was easy to put on and take off, and he can see easily out of it.  Of course, he would have to switch it out for a different mask wherever he had to go out as Devilhide.  

EVEN MORE YEARS PASSED BY ( You can tell that I gave up on writing)

24 and trying to live life to the fullest.  He was in the middle of setting up for a business deal when someone knocked on the shop's door. Two familiar faces came to view it: Cuphead and Mugman.  John dropped everything and led the two cups to the second floor to talk.  Now, in the living room, the cupbros took a seat on the couch while John took off into the kitchen to make some coffee. Coming back to the living room with two cups of coffee, he finally asked why they were here. “Well, we just so happen to be in the neighborhood and thought to pay our old childhood friend a visit,” Cuphead says while grabbing the cups from John’s hands and passing one to Mugman.  The three of them talked about what they had been up to over the past years, obviously leaving out some stuff.  John was grateful that they came by on one of his good days, for his voice, or else he had to explain to them that he had blot and how it was the reason why he was so quiet.  Some time had passed, and John offered to make them dinner, which they happily accepted.

John walked them down to the shop’s door to see them out.  Mugman said goodbye first, then walked out. Cuphead did the same, but before leaving, he turned to him, “You know…Mugs was pissed at me that I didn’t tell him that I had your adders, but he was even more pissed at you because you gave me your adders and not him.” Cuphead started to chuckle at himself, “You are really lucky that Elder Kettle was able to explain to him why you left without saying a word to him….Welp, we’ll be coming by to see you again, and you won’t be able to leave without Muggsy hunting you down.” Cuphead turned back towards the door and left.  “Well, ain’t that scary?” John said to himself before locking up shop and heading to bed.

(25-Present times & during Chap 1)

John’s life had stayed pretty much the same, just the usual black-market job, going to WishUpon to make sure no one asks how he can afford the stuff he has now. Randos on the streets are trying to pick fights with him because they recognized him, but now with a few new additions.  He hangs out with the cupbros a lot more, especially with Mugman. He is surprised that they have so much in common, still, despite the many years that have passed.  He goes to the Oswalds’ estate now and again to fix up stuff that the Oswald kids have broken, build stuff for them.  And now is the adopted uncle of the 420 kids that Oswald has.