It was created by Van Hohenheim, a sad man wishing to protect humanity. Born from an alchemic equation on a piece if paper. A circle drawn with the building blocks for a human body. All the ingredients in the circle before the man activated it. It does not remember this of course, these events leading to his birth.
It knows it wasn't born; not like a human.
It was not human. It was told it was created male; designed to model after someone. It was then, after learning the language of his Father, did it adopt the male pronoun He.
He was an abomination, designed to be a tool to be used to counteract something he wasn't informed of.
He has accepted this by now. That he was created for a sole purpose, something he would fulfill. He was a tool designed for a purpose, designed to not be human. He may have been human at his creation; a soulless, dead corpse in an transmutation circle; but he was no longer the latter. He would fulfill his purpose.
The events that would transpire after his use was gone; it terrified him.
He accepted that he was not given a name by his Father. A name was useless unless it furthered his purpose in his artificial life. He would only serve to further his purpose. He didn't care for anything otherwise.
A name; freedom; a life of multi-purpose was all he yearned for.
He broke when he had turned seven of age. He fled the laboratory just barely. He fled to a village of a few hundred, just outside the Xingese border. His dark hair still at its short length of a few centimeters. Fear keeps him away from the village though; fear of being discovered for being an abomination.
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She meets him in the forest, afraid and scared of being rejected. She gives him the name Ozma, a name from an old story from her homeland Ishval.
A'isha watched as he learns more of alchemy, despite her best efforts. Watching him become skilled in it until he develops the ability to do it perfectly at the age fifteen. The joyful smile that graces her face, stopping her from doing anything to prevent him from learning the sinful art.
She learns Ozma's origins day after his sixteenth birthday celebration. The sobbing mess he became, telling every truth about his creation to his limited knowledge. A'isha hugs him and comforts him despite the growing disgust in her stomach. She passes weeks later. Ozma disappears from the world.
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Ozpin regrets meeting the daughter of his late mother's friend. Salem; the woman who wishes the world to burn because of him. Everyone has abandoned him; including a Ruby Rose. Looking up to the woman he still loves; the woman he agrees with. He just wants the world to burn, burn, burn, burn…
B̵̢̼̲̜͕̦̖̤̗̙́͟U̸̜̫͇̦͚͜ͅR̵̦͙̱̞̻͇̣̥͇̖̦͇͍̗͈̹̺̘͝ͅN͏̶͈͔͙̩͇̦.̶̪̳͉̬̼̮̬̫͘͟͠͝
Ą̪̥͚̬̳̳̕͜F̶̼͔̱͈̰̭̗̀̀͟͡T̷̩̳̹̩͠Ę̵̺̱̖̤̪͓̰͈̝̹̺͔͓̘̀̕͡ͅR̸̸͉̘̺͇̝͚̲̳̠̟̳ͅ ̯̳̗͚͎̟͎͕̙̜̠̹͓̟̭͢A̢̨̩̳͇̲͓̥̪̕L͝͏̙̙̜̼͎͖̮͘L̡͓̱͖͔̬͙̟͎͜,҉̴͔̮̜͍̲̣͖̫̥̫͓̞̜͎̪̖͡͠ ̳͓̲̰̠͔̘̹̰͈̯͖͍͔͇̀͘͢I̶͈̜̠̝̝̮̪̳̯͕̣͙̪͝T̵̴͕̗̥̞͕͍̪̹̣͇͇̜̗̟͈͉͢ ̵̵̯̖̥͖̭̩͈̼̹͇͙̣͇̗F̢̞͖̭͓̫͎́͠͠A̷̡̛͕̹̺̯̕I̷̲̫̜̭͙̻̯̹̹͖̪̘̻̲͈̣͠L̻̮͉͙̬̖̫͖͔͉͙̪̲͈̤͝͠E҉͏̢͖̗̹͚̹̼̠̬͈͚̙̦̤̘̻͉̻͓͟D͡҉̡̫̻̣̺͈̙̫̮̫̖̭̘̖͢ ̕͝҉̸̪͔͚̩͖̙̜͖̜͇̳͖̟̯ͅT͜͡͞҉̖̝̗̬̭̖͈͍̪̳ͅO̴̧͏̛͚̺̲͚̭̯̯̼̰̻̲̳̪̦̹͔̟̥̳ ̶̧̪̮̱̟̖͔̼̲̙̖͍̦͉̙̫̮̭̺F̵̸̢̙̦̭̤̦͔̞̠͉͉͓̀͝U̢͠҉̻͔̤̺͚̖̟̩͓̜̹̜̻̩͙̖͢ͅL̸̵̛̬̯͍̟F̨͈̠̘͉̺̕͞I͈̼͉̬̩̳͚̙̥̳̩̠͍͙̼̕ͅL͏̡̢̲̺̤͉̗̥̲̦̩͟Ļ̱̙͔̺̫̻̰͕͜ ̵̴̨̞͚̟̮͖̟̻̟͓̩͕̣̼͞I̴̛҉҉̰͍͕͈̪͍̩T̡͖̹̮̩̪͕̜̬̪̹͎͚̦̀̕S͖̹̲̫͙͎͍͎̞͘͘ ̡́҉̥̗̯͖̜̖͕̮̜̗̲͍̣̱P̷̖͍̩̭̗̯̰̗̦̯͉͎̭̮͖̬̤͎͘͜͠U̸̹̙̘̺͘͞ͅR̸̡͕͉̲̺̭͇̜͍̖͟͡Ṕ̢͠͝҉͓͙̹̫̲͖͈̦̞̮̭̞̫̖̪O̸̦̝̙͔̬̻̤̲͚͇̭͚͜S̝͖̟̖̤͟͠E̷͖͙̖̪͎͇̩͕̫̮͈̲̼̲̼̠͕̭̖͡.̨̟͙͈͓̲̟͚̺̫̗̜̳̯̘͉̪͙̀̕͢͢ͅ.̷̷̟͍̖̜̰͖̤͉̦̟̝͇̳̳̮̳̞́͟͝ͅ.̷̴͎̲͚̰̼̞̜̕͜͡.̴̶̨̭̫̻͕̱̪̬̮̲̮
A/N: It was a little idea in my head I needed to exterminate...