Oscar

Highly skeptical and superstitious. Polite — but blunt and uncharasmatic. Enigmatic; appears to be emotionally and morally ambiguous. Analytical & perfectionist, especially with work. Seems to have a very low tolerance, though this fuse has yet to expose itself given his reclusive habits.

Orphaned at an early age and born of no wealth, Oscar grew up on the streets and survived as a petty thief. He quickly grew close with [REDACTED], a young witch who had run away from home and was his age. The two were best friends and inseparable for most of their youth and had no one to trust or rely on but each other. They often worked together to commit felonies such as pickpockets and small-scale theft, doing what they felt they needed to to get by. [REDACTED] often felt tempted by the idea of taking it a step further and was more likely to take risks, but Oscar always found a way to talk him out of it.

This would soon change, however, when strange folk arrived in their village and began consulting the underground crime rings and the black market. They appeared to be an undercover cult-like syndicate of great power. Their business for being there was unclear, but it seemed as though they were looking for something. They struck up deals with the local criminals and promised a share of their findings in exchange for either labor or intel. This worried Oscar and he became uncertain about trusting them. [REDACTED], however, was fascinated by this group and was eager to get involved.

Though reluctant, Oscar would give in to affiliating with their work for the sake of sticking by [REDACTED]. As time on, [REDACTED] slowly fell deeper into their work, running scams in the village and organizing illegal potion trades with crimelords. It fueled his ego to dangerous levels, concerning Oscar. It wasn’t until Oscar was rewarded a totem the cult had excavated as payment for helping did he reach his boiling point.

He would confront [REDACTED] about this, trying to beg him to stop before someone got hurt- especially considering they didn’t know the extent of what this cult was getting at. [REDACTED], however, was unfazed by his plea, instead preaching about how much power and fame they could gain from this if they just kept going.

Oscar’s fear of [REDACTED]’s blinding greed caused him to snap, and he would lunge to attack [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] refused to fight back, and the two were knocked to the ground in a shallow riverbed. [REDACTED] struggles to hold off Oscar’s dagger as the Goatlin grips it over their face, and in an act of defense, they grab Oscar’s horn and yank him back. Oscar’s head smashes against the ground and his horn breaks, giving [REDACTED] time to escape.

After watching him go in frustration, Oscar dwells for some time before returning to the village- only to find it consumed by a massive wildfire. In their absence something with the cult had gone wrong, causing an explosion and fleeing the scene. Oscar desperately tries to find [REDACTED], running deeper into the fire until he finds himself trapped. As he’s engulfed by the flames, Oscar would slowly die of smoke inhalation and burn wounds.

However in his bag he had kept the totem, and upon his eventual death, it would activate. It melded into his back - leaving a burn scar - and revived Oscar. By the time he reawoke the fire had gone out, but his village had completely burned to the ground without any survivors remaining. Heartbroken and under the assumption that [REDACTED] had perished in the fire, Oscar escaped, spending the rest of his youth traveling around.

He did everything he could to leave his past behind, never speaking of it or staying in one place for too long. He hadn't even grown close to anyone- until when he met Ryoto. It took him a long time to feel okay letting Ryoto in, and even then, he has yet to be honest about the full extent of his past. Still, he felt as though he were given a second chance, and eventually allowed himself to love him. The two stumbled across the budding Origins Isle in their travels, and Oscar gave into settling at last.

Oscar was one of the first few early settlers in the territory soon dubbed Origins Isle, present for its official founding and even contributing to its constitution. He would build a home for himself, Ryoto. and Basil. in a secluded hillside at the end of the river. He can almost always be found here- he often doesn’t like to leave and if he does it’s never for long. He tends to enjoy partaking in the house chores such as cooking, organizing and farming.

He would quickly find himself falling into the occupation of the Isle’s head architect, often hired by new townsfolk to build their houses as well as contracted to construct community buildings.

Despite being one of the earliest founders, majority of the townsfolk know very little of him. He doesn’t seem to make much effort to get to know anyone, and is even extremely avoidant of some such as Akula and Karma. His paranoia and extreme distrust of everyone and everything drive many of his actions, however he would never admit this or his reasoning if prompted.

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