What is known: Oz Friday grew up with two siblings and at least one parent.

Said parent had concerning plans to █████ █ ███ ███████. These plans heavily involved their children, whose unique abilities -- honed and fostered from birth -- would serve well both the ends and means. This made for two things: one extraordinarily difficult childhood, and three extraordinarily talented children.

Each put down roots in a separate goal: one, to save their parent from their increasing madness; one, to assist their parent in earnest; and one, to simply keep their family together. Still, the youngest made them all tea each afternoon. Still, Oz read stories aloud. Still, the eldest played piano. Through the years, one thing was increasingly evident: they had nothing if not each other.

Until ███ █████ ███████. Until ███ ██ ███ ██████. Until they were thrown violently in different directions, and Oz was, for the very first time at 15, all alone.

To this day, Oz does not know if any of his siblings – or his parent – are alive. What he does know is that, after some wandering, he was taken in by an old eccentric.

Intrigued by Oz’s knack for memorization and deductive reasoning, the eccentric took it upon themself to ensure that Oz became exceptionally well-read and well-learned under their mentorship. Above all else, they were certain to drill one thing into his head: truth and knowledge would always reign supreme over any kind of love. Oz was always to observe rather than participate.

An easy enough lesson to teach a child who’s lost everything... so easy, in fact, that when Morgan White murdered his mentor right in front of him, he was far too detached to be bothered.

Morgan White was not a sentimental man. It would’ve been easy enough to kill the witness. Then again, what kind of teenager was unafraid watching his mentor be murdered right in front of him -- so unaffected as to not even offer assistance?

And so Oz was taken in again: this time into White’s “garden” of mercenaries, under the codename Chokecherry. Though his primary duties involved using his skills to keep records and gather intel, his combat training was plenty grueling. After all, there’s little sense in a mercenary who can’t kill ruthlessly.

As one can imagine, for someone whose primary interest in life is truth, Oz has few reservations about such work -- even now that the group is dissolved. Presently, he seems to have moved on from his years of mercenary work easily enough, floating instead from place to place, from interest to interest.

Why Oz has yet to try locating and/or contacting his siblings is a question which cannot be met with any known truth.