Oscar is a community-minded loner. He wants very specific materials and is happy to trade away anything he doesn’t need at the moment for a scrap of food to eat, cloth to make clothing, or metal to make items. He usually eats people’s leftovers and likes being social… but he doesn’t get too close to any one person.

Oscar wasn’t always alone. He had someone guiding him, teaching him how to work with metal and cloth, teaching him to be community focused and to not be wasteful. They believed magic was a gift- an unshakable blessing to the world, and passed that belief onto him.

But one day they died.

He was crushed. He never knew his parents, or any of his family- they were all he had. Due to the magical nature of the explosion, the body had to go to Ilmra. There, she found something miraculous. Their soul had solidified into a core around their heart. He begged her to let him have it, and she did. However, he owes her a massive favor she has yet to cash in.

In his greatest work yet, he shoved that into a construct, hoping to bring them back. It worked… only a little. They came back with no memory of their past life. But the love and trust remained.

That incident shook his faith in magic entirely, and made him rather mad at it. What was once a mystical thing now proved to be unreliable and flawed. Over time, he grew cynical and extreme in his ways, retreating into the shadows of Underhaven, living out of a backpack and continuing his sparing work on Magic.

In his social solitude, he usually takes odd jobs. In one of these, he met Lloyan, the mailman. He worked for Dragor mail services in order to get a some decent fabric to make his usual outfit, as opposed to the literal rags he had before. Lloyan and him got along as playful rivals, trying to see who could deliver the most in one day. Unfortunately Lloyan beat him out every time.