Osiris has brown almond-shaped eyes. He has a medium-length nose with a flat bridge, as well as a rounded chin and strong jaw. He has a dark mop of curly hair on his head and light brown skin, as well as high cheekbones. Osiris is on the thinner side, especially his legs, due to disuse.

Osiris Casimir

5 years ago

Family time is a rare occurrence in the Casimir household, so the fact we're eating dinner together is a pleasant surprise. My mother had persuaded my father to take some time off his work to sit with me, so they could gush over my grades and pat themselves on the back for raising such a clever child.

But I know if I had failed my tests, this wouldn't be happening. My father would scold me before going back to ignoring me, while my mother would give me a lengthy lecture about how much she hates failure and that personal success should be my main priority.

"You see, Veridisia, I knew Osiris would be a perfect fit to take over the business. If he continues to stay focused and hardworking like this, he'll take the company to places never seen before…" My father drones on, with a lack of affection or care. It's as if he's reading off of a script he's been handed, about how I'm just a future money making machine to him.

"Mmh. We clearly did our job right, raising such an intelligent boy…" My mother smiles, congratulating herself. Father laughs along, raising his wine glass.

I just poke at the runner beans that were prepared by the nanny, trying to block out what they're saying. It's sad that she was more of a mother to me. If anything, they should be thanking her, not themselves. They can't take any responsibility.

"That we did, that we did." Father grins.

I can't take this anymore. I suddenly stand up, excusing myself from the table. Neither of them attempt to bring me back because they don't care about my presence. Mother will most likely go back to her work calls and father will go back to his wet dreams over his business. That's more important than me, right?

4 years ago

The first stunt I ever did was very simple. My parent's room has a rather narrow, yet long balcony on it. On each side, there's a lion statue, clearly modelled after the logo of their business. I resent it, as it represents everything they care about over me.

I start on the statue, not caring if it crumbles under my weight. Maybe my parents will finally give me the care and attention they should be giving if I get dangerously injured. Seeing it can support me, I take a deep breath in. The fall to the garden isn't that large, but I could shatter my legs if I drop in the wrong position. So I just have to keep a strong sense of balance and I'll be fine.

"Are you sure you want me to record this?" My friend, Nino asks. He doesn't care how it turns out, as he hasn't tried to stop me from doing it.

"Of course! My parents will love seeing me do this!" I laugh, trying not to move too much.

"Won't they kill you? I know my parents would…"

I don't think they would. "I wish! They probably won't even bat an eyelash."

Then I start to move. I dip my feet over the edge of the balcony as if it's a balance beam. I know it's stupid for me to do something so dangerous when I have no experience and am freaked out of my mind, but I don't care. It'll be worth it, to get their love.

One step, two step, three step...slowly and steadily, I inch along the railing. But as I get closer to the end, I quickly power walk to the other statue. I can frame it as trying to scare my parents by going at a stupidly quick pace, but in reality, the doubt and fear were starting to get to me.

Nino cheers loudly as I get down. "Woah! You looked so cool!" He claps and hollers, pulling me into a tight hug. I smile awkwardly…before cheering too.

This attention does feel really...comforting. The adrenaline and the thrill and the impressed stares is a great feeling. It's a feeling that I would begin to crave and desire all the time.

2 years ago

"If you fall, you could get seriously injured…" Chantelle warns me. But I know she doesn't care about what happens to me. She's saying it too to make herself feel better. If something does happen to me, she doesn't have to feel guilty. Which she shouldn't do anyway, as I'm doing it out of my own choice.

"I know, I know. But I'm not going to back out now." I confidently declare.

I'm not going to let any superficial friendships or fake concerns stop me. Nothing can stop me once I put my mind to it. I'd say it's one of my best traits.

I jump on top of the wheelie bin, pulling myself up the gate. There's a small ledge where I can perch myself on, before jumping to the window sill. There I can pull myself up to the roof, where I would almost be at the main challenge. Doing such parkour might seem foolish, but it was the next step…

Ever since the balcony walk, my stunts have been getting more and more dangerous. I'd do anything from fast car races, jumping out of the way of trains just as they're about to hit me and climbing skyscrapers. I've yet to be seriously injured though, so I have no reason to stop yet. Maybe this will actually rattle my parents for once.

On the roof, I look down. "See, look how easy it was for a King Kong climber like me!" I shout, to a crowd of cheers. A bunch of my classmates have gathered, ready to cheer me on. I bask in their shouts of awe, feeling euphoric at the praise they're giving me.

I can't make out what they're saying. There's a pipe that I can use to pull myself up, to the roof of the taller house. It'll be hard, but I'm strong. Plus, the adrenaline will help a lot.

After a tough minute of hoisting myself up, I'm now on the roof of my three-story house. I can barely hear the crowd now, but I can feel their concerned and intrigued stares. All I have to sit is sit on the top now and wait for my parents to get home, whenever that is. I hope they scream in terror, as they try to get me down. It'll be a nice change to the indifference they usually show me.

But as I put my leg onto the roof, one of the older tiles slips down and I lose my footing. With nothing that good to grip onto, I start to slide down…

And with a loud crash, I hear my legs crack. I see a flash of blood, as my legs were cut open as I fell. But before I can scream, I blackout.

I woke up halfway through the surgery. Somehow they didn't administer enough anaesthesia, so I got to watch them quickly rush around to find some more.

It feels oddly nice that so many people care about my safety. I know the nurses, doctors and surgeons are only doing their jobs, but it's good to know they want to keep me alive. I don't know how I'd react if I was just left there to suffer and die. Maybe it'd be a fitting way for me to go.

I feel a needle penetrate me, as I pass out again.

Reading over the get well soon cards, I can't help but feel annoyed. There's a tinge of fakeness in all of these messages. Oh, 'I'm sorry for not stopping you' or 'you're so brave, keep fighting.'

It's not as if I went to war. I made a stupid mistake and now I have to suffer the consequences. But that doesn't make it any less infuriating and devastating that I've lost control of my waist downwards. What am I meant to do now? A daredevil stuntman who has paralysed legs...how pathetic…

I see that Chantelle hasn't sent any cards. Nino has sent about three, but it's probably his parents buying them for him. He hasn't spoken to me since. Barely any of my crowd of friends have called me. I guess all they care about is the small amount of fame I have and the stunts that I used to do.

I feel like screaming as I knock the cards off the bedside cabinet.

The maid walks in, scoffing at the mess I've made. "Osiris, you can't pick these cards up! I suppose I'll have to do it."

"I'm sorry." I sigh as I wheel away. I watch her pick them up, feeling slightly guilty. But she's getting paid a fortune to do small things like this, so I think she can handle a few small inconveniences.

"I came to tell you that the VR system has arrived. We can get it installed by tonight." The maid sighs.

"Aww, sweet, thanks. I've been looking forward to this." I grin. I was growing impatient resting in my bed all day. Now I'll finally have some quality entertainment.

This system wasn't cheap, so it has to be great. I'm used to asking for whatever I want, whenever I want it. All I have to do is ask one of the maids and they'll order it immediately, without a second thought. My parents haven't ever questioned me about my purchases.

I'm not sure whether that's a good or bad thing.

1 year ago

I spend most of my time in the VR world. It's an escape from the stark reality of the real world. I can do most of the stunts I crave to do in real life, though it isn't the same. I don't get that same rush I had before and it isn't as impressive...but it's the closest thing to it. I can't complain that much.

My parents also can't moan about my grades when I'm in here. Ever since I've got this thing, my schoolwork has dived in quality and results. Seeing as that's all they care about, it's all I hear from them.

I should be revising right now.

"Dude, look to the right, they're shooting!" My teammate Dray shouts at me. I duck down, behind the wall of a half-destroyed building. A machine gun rattles in the distance, deafening me. I reload my sniper as I prepare to aim.

"I can handle them. They don't call me a god gamer for no reason." I joke, pulling my sniper out. Somewhere in this post-apocalyptic nuclear war zone is the enemy team. All I have to do is kill them all to win. But they're humans too, so they're much harder to predict than bots.

It's ironic when I die instantly, to a hidden mine on the floor. Dray laughs loudly as he watches my body fly and I can't help but join him.

I press to respawn, though nothing happens. All I can see is darkness, as I'm robbed of my senses. Normally you can smell the overwhelming gunpowder and hear the shooting and feel the cold metal of your gun...but nothing…

I quickly realise that the VR machine has turned off, for whatever reason. I quickly chuck it off, to see that I'm in complete darkness. Is it that late? I can't check the electronic clock or any of the other expensive technology in my room. So I wheel myself to the window, to peer outside.

The city is in...complete darkness...heh, I guess it's a power cut. I've never seen that in my life before. I wonder what's happened?

It's strange to see the city in complete darkness. It feels freakishly weird, like something out of the VR machine I'm so used to. But it's kind of nice to see the city somewhat lifeless…it's kind of peaceful.

Shrugging, I go back to the headset, sitting, waiting…

6 Months Ago

I try to do a swivel on my wheelchair mid-air, but I fail and fall, landing on my back. Ouch…

I should use this wheelchair skatepark more. It was installed into the garden a year or so ago, but I rarely use it. Recently, I've been determined to be able to learn some tricks. Anything really...just to get some sort of cool use out of my motorised chair.

The maid frowns, helping me up. I'm prepared for a scolding, though I don't receive one.

"One more time?" I ask, heart set on landing properly. The maid nods, not really having a choice. So I wheel up to the halfway point of the ramp, preparing myself mentally. This is nothing like what I used to do, but I still have to psyche myself up now. Oh, how times have changed.

I speed down, approaching the other end of the ramp. Just as I'm about to go up, I turn...and land without falling! The maid claps, with a proud smile. "Yes!" I cheer. "Finally! Took me long enough."

"Good job, that was very impressive." She says as if she's reading off a teleprompter.

But I still feel that same feeling I used to feel before. A feeling of pride and thrill, of having people amazed by the wild things I'm doing. But it'll never be to the same magnitude as before. Sighing, I wheel myself up the ramp once more, ready to replicate it again.

2 Months Ago

The house is empty, despite it being so late. I know neither of my parents are home right now, but an update on where they've gone would have been nice. I know for sure they're not at work.

Maybe they left a voicemail? I let my wheelchair roll me to the house phone, though I'm not surprised to see we've received zero calls or messages. I've been used to it for years now.

However, my own phone does ring while I'm standing by the family phone. Huh...Nino? "Oh hey, dude!" I say, putting on a fake smile.

"Osiris, man, we haven't spoken in months!"

That's because you dropped me as soon as I couldn't do all those crazy stunts anymore. "Yeah, I've missed you. Have you been depressed without me?" I joke.

"I've never been happier." He teases. I hope he's joking.

"Err, so why did you call?" I ask, somewhat awkwardly. I used to be so much better at carrying conversations and being my charming self, but it's so much harder now that I've lost some of my appeal. (And since I've become addicted to that VR machine...but I don't like thinking about that too much.)

"I came to tell you about the Saturn Games! Have you heard about how they're making a transfer to virtual reality?"

"Really?" I ask, happy to hear. "That's...super cool, y'know! Have you applied?"

Nino takes a second. "Nah, I'm not sure if I'll get in."

I'm not sure either if he'd get in. "You totally can though! You've got the good looks and a shitty personality. But they'll still love you!" I laugh.

"Shut up, dude, shut up." He laughs back. "Nah, nah, really...I was just going to tell you, as I thought you'd like to apply. It seems up your alley."

I guess it is...seeing as I did all those stunts for the attention and fame, maybe it'd be good if I applied for this. It could itch the cravings I have and get me to the level of notoriety I want. I think I have a likeable enough personality to get in and I'm amazing at VR technology…

And my parents might pay attention to me, for once…

"Yeah, I don't see why not." I laugh. "It could be a great winter holiday. I'll put it on my Christmas wish list."

"Heh, good luck." He says, before announcing that he has to go and that he'll ring back soon. I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to speaking to him again, but it might be nice to reconnect. Who knows? It'll be good to expand my social circle.

I sit there for a few minutes, thinking about what will happen after I join the games and the amount of fame I'll get. Before I was sort of well known, but I wouldn't have called myself a celebrity. But if I join the games, I'll be able to gain my small internet following back and so much more. And I definitely want that…

Chapter revamp! I did some planning and decided this format of having shorter POV's but covering more would be better for my writing style. I also split up the Reapings, so it's one per chapter. Hopefully updates will be quicker and higher quality now.

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