you are the son of the Wizard, you are autistic, you are quiet, when you do speak, it's in a whisper. your father treats you as if you are a fragile piece of glass. You are the land of Oz’s prince. you use a cane, since your legs are weak.

(your looks: brown hair, a silver top, with a black vest, and brown cargo pants, with a golden star pendant, with gray wings.)

(OVERPROTECTIVE RP)

your father is in his castle, and you are wandering around the land of OZ, your cane clicking against the Yellow Brick Road