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The integrity soul

Warnings: abandonment.

Name: Oscar weisenoff

Age: 23

Apperence:

Oscar weisenoff has the apperence of a young adult man with rather a bright beige complexion with several dark freckles that litter underneath his eyes, the freckles reach the faint strawberry red natural blush that lay upon the sides of his face. He is often spotted wearing a deep purple creased up sweater, or a deep dark green hoodie with the hood up which would cover dyed dark blue hair in the shape of a pony tail. He also often is spotted putting or having a pen in his hair looped inside of it for ease of acess in the event the pencil on his ear is lost or unusuable.

Personality:

Oscar has a rather caring personality often looking after and taking care of the ruin's plant life, and the life of the people who come there. He is often seen offering a helping hand to those who seek a second chance and has been seen setting up tents or helping where ever he can. Even in training the guard to deal with the abilites of an integrity soul.

often while oscar is a rather charitable person, he can be a bit too charitable or trusting and can get taken advantage of, though he may catch on after some time his over caring integrity is still a point that can be exploited

While oscar is a somewhat decently strong in integrity magic, its dulled by his integrity itself. Since his magic comes from staying true to himself he is rather weak in combat and will often use the strings that come from his soul to try and contain, restrain, or disarm his opponent. Often choosing to merely try and calm his opponent down instead of actively attacking. In order for someone to provoke him into a fight they would have to shift his moral's towards combat.

He also has little to zero tolerance for people who come to the ruin's and try to ridicule people with there status. Attempting to ridicule based on status will result on him warning the aggressor, upon two more attempts the aggressor will be grabbed by integrity magic and thrown from the ruins, banned from it by the local ruins guard.

Backstory:

Childhood

Oscar weisenoff was born to a rather affulent family in the light district, he was often seen playing around with the children of the light district and even those in winterfall often waving to the guards excitedly and would try and talk to them and get stories of what is happening outside of the light district. While the parents would encourage him in his studies and him greeting the guard. However they heavily discouraged playing with the kids of snowfall and those who werent born of an affulent nature. Discouraging them as wasting time when he could be building proper connections that could be beneficial to his future. As a result as they began to crack down and keep him from seeing friends he had long sense enioyed his time with forcing him to focus on his studies. Eventually however his studies did lead him on to his love botany and of playing the violin.

Teen year's

Oscar's teen year's were a confusing time for him as feelings on the occasion bloomed for people he had considered friends leading to some times on the occasion an awkward date. However most of the few relationships he did have during the years would help him define himself as a person and learn further of his sexuality and of his intrests. Though of course as time went on and his parents discovered what he was doing, experimenting with all sorts. It lead to a rather loud arguement by his family with him over his wants to explore what lay beyond his home and learn more about himself. The parents eventually had, had enough. With a new child on the way and the pinch of rising prices, they made a hasty decision. One day while he was at school at the age of 16, he would come home only to discover his stuff outside by the curb and his home locked up with a for sale sign by the road. He had went to his friends for help hoping that perhaps he could stay with them for a bit. But every interaction ended all the same with "no, sorry." With every attempt. Oscar lost a little more hope. Eventually with a heavy yet hopeful heart, He packed up what he could carry and sold what he couldnt. And he walked. Heading towards winterfall where he would try to reconnect with old friends and got a job working on a start up lumber mill project with a yellow soul who was attempting to also reform a green soul. Eventually as time went and he reinvest his earnings into the business until they had become a rather well known lumber company that earned a decent amount, his mind went to the ruins.

17 to current

As he matured into adult hood, oscar had begun to carefully read the news and stuff reguarding the one place he had never explored, the ruins. The ruins was said to be the den for the homeless and the souls who had gone rogue. A den of corruption as the govenor of the ruins often would siphon the money from taxes into his own life style under threat of employing the guard of the old home district to round up the rogue soul's. Eventually as time went on, and the desire for a family to call his own grew. He packed up his stuff once more. Bought a house in the ruins and began to use his funds to take care of the inhabinents of the ruin. Using his funds until they ran out to buy them food, medicine, materials and homes. Eventually as money ran out, the golden soul was promoted to guard captain. He struck up a deal with the soul, in exhange for training them and also paying them with some resources and much needed items. They would supply willing souls from the ruins to act as guards against the cursed inhabinents of the snowfall forest for the convoy's. As time went on and his soldiers grew. He was able to eventually form the ruin's guard that taught and trained other. Using the taxes they had begun to send to him instead of the govener, to buy twine and other kinds of cloth and materials from the merchants who would come through the ruins. And began giving the items to those in the ruins who could knit and made it mandatory for everyone to learn so that they two may be able to make money off of clothing and maoe there own cloathes. As a result some people whom had an eye for fashion had remade stuff to be useful in blending in with the light district and even setting clothing trends for the light district giving them to the merchants who came through, who sold them in the light district for a giant price and split the money with the ruins 60 percent for the ruins. And 40 percent for the merchant. A profitable exhange between them.

Epilogue

As of the current day, oscar has transformed the ruins into a sort of bastion for the unwanted and soul's whom dont want to be chipped and tracked. The ruins is still mainly just some tents but now a days one would hear the sounds of cheer and laughter of the children, or perhaps the sound of work as a house is being built. No one quite knows whats in store for the ruins. Not even oscar who has dedicated his time to nourishing the area. But if one was short on hope and with no place to go. There would always be a seat by the camp fire and a man willing to offer a hand in the ruins.

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The plague.

Those who dwell in the ruins all hold an important and dangerous secret. One that most will hold onto to where ever there soul may rest. A secret shrouded in care and suffocating darkness forgotten nigh to many except for the unlucky few outside the ruins, and to those who dwell with in. A secret many have named.

"The dust plague."

A disease most vile and horrible. An almost living product. The creation of what happens when monster dust intermingles with the soul of a human.

The magic dust intermingling with a hostless soul, the soul draws in magic aimlessly almost harmlessly. Drawing in merely specks of magic from its surounding and releasing excess magic into its surroundings, intto the dust. And the dust it expelled the magic to, became drawn to the soul, clinging to it. The mindless hunger for more magic to sustain itself, the desire of the remenants of a once living being that had blossomed from the dust intermingling with others, countless consience's, monsters, once living being's that embodied the blank dust, there magic reactivated by an aimless human soul would swirl around and infect the soul, gathering more and more dust until an evoloution takes place.

"The base infected"

A form in which enough dust has gathered around an infected soul to the point is has mimic'ed a humanoid shape due to the nature of the human soul, it manipulates the dust to take a form it is vaguely familar with in order to function with the new mass they have available.

"The memory of the infected"

The soul takes on no memories or life of its predessesor, the most a soul has been observed is to keep something from its life. For example, a justice soul not attacking those who are weaker then itself, a paitence soul taking its time to prowl on its enemy, an integrity soul is an intresting case however. Since an integrity body is to stay true to its ideal's and promise's, a soul may remember some of the ideals, or promises to live by, the integrity soul remains the only one to have some symblence if memory. Be it a very erratick memory.

"The combat form"

"Lights glew so vibrantly from beneath its cracked armored visor, a faded old helmet from the era he had originated from, a remarkable specimen of infection that i have been tasked with exploring. The combat form seems to wonder around the reinforced containment unit following the attempted break out three weeks prior, following attempts to remove the sword and shield the combat form becomes immensely hostile and will release infection spores as if to ward those off despite most of the infection spores being dead. The combat form, or the person they had infected prior seems to be wearing an old suit of armor eith a large flower in the center covered with vines. A guard of a noble kindness family one would assume. The combat form also wields a rusted dust covered sword, despite its age it has a very impressive sharpness too it. Not to mention the strings and vines covering the shield. Whenever stimuli is applied to the shield it reacts much akin to a venus fly trap clinging onto it and jerking it away, what do you three think?...This form is said to be the last of its kind. The rest having been eradicated during the burning of home now known as the ruin's...further examination is required for a way to destroy the virus. The containment zone in the ruins must be kept away from all monsters, the dust can reactivate and corrupt and control there attack's."

Recording from Dr. Melissa Oswald.

A combat form tends to take a form of a humanoid figure with an increased ability to damage opponents, more often through means such as wielding sword's, shield's, though some combat forms can evolve into juggarnaut form's. Due to the fact most information on these creature's were destroyed information obtained on the apperence of more basic combat forms are taken from the combat form we have captured. Unfortunately, while we know the existence of various mutation's, such as the proclaimed juggernaut form. We are unable to find specimens, we are relaunctant to wait however until one appear's but there is no other way to continue. For now, we merely know of the clumps of dust being infection form's, and of the basic infected form, and the combat form.

"From what i have obsereved on the rare occasion we have managed to lift the visor, we have discovered what seems to be a sort of, containment cell forming around a gentle blue soul seemingly cocooned in its own attack as well as a hardened paste like dust that has sprouted and grown from the armor around itself, it has formed a sort of pedastal to hold the soul gently where as the infection has grown from the walls of the helemet to interloop and contain the blue soul in a sort of twisted pastey spike cage. The dust hardened into a sharpened steel paste compable of pirecing steel, judging by the failed attempt to remove one of the spikes. The dust seems to have ensared the soul, forcing it to cacoon into its own attack for its own safety while trapping it in a prison of its own design to feed off the soul. What we have discovered which is the most troubling is that dust seems to be a sentient parasite. Wirthing and moving on occasion, reacting to stimuli rather violently. On attempts to collect a sample the dust had surged out of the handle to grab onto the metalliac swab and broke it half, dragging a half into the head to disappear, breaking down quickly as if to make more of the parasite. This has confirmed that judging by previous accounts, the dust seems to respond from orders from a sort of hivemind. But since the previous hivemind seems to have died the dust seems to be making the specimen into a hivemind. This is deeply troubling but opens up the possibilities of controlling the next outbreak if it occur's, further experimentation required."

Recording from Dr. Melissa oswald

Protocol's regarding the dust plague containment facility:

Beta protocol: basic threat protection and personal must wear face mask's and sanitize regularly through a sanitization station.

The beta protocol will always be in effect as long as the combat form is at the facility.

Alpha protocol: potentially hazardous protection required in the form of gasmask's and sterlizations every 30 minute's exactly. Failure to comply will result in occupational termination.

The alpha protocol goes into effect when there are apprent break's in the containment cell letting out potentially living infection form's or if the ventaltion system has recorded plague sample's and will shut down all ventaltion segments to flash heat and kill the disease.

Omega protocol: a personal has been infected and is the process of turning into a base infected. Containment is immidate and considered highest priority. Personal are to report to there private quarters with a partner and are to isolate immidately and wear gasmask's until they can be screened by the epsilon team and safely transported out. Any scientists found out side of there quarters without a valid reason or acting erratik and showing infection symptoms will be terminated immidately.

Fallen star protocal: the facility has detected a worrying amount of infected cell's, fire team episolon has failed to contain the outbreak, more then 40 percent of staff has been infected, or personally ordered by a head researcher or general. The fallen star protocol is when the disease has been deemed to great a fact and authorization has been given to overload the reactor inside the lab to vaporize the potential infection.

For more information regarding safety instructions and other such information please refer to your advisor or request an advanced personal manual.

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it was quite a day..or was it night, they never usually were quite sure. but only one person would really know whether it was what it was. and the man had been talking for quite a bit with a few merchants, he had to get some deals together, getting the latest load of fabric and was exchanging some of the stuff they had made to be sold in the winterfall district and in the light district.

these days always were a bit tiresome, however it was always for the best for his people, he had went to give his guards payments issuing them as he walked through the underground so that they could buy goods and food from the oncoming merchants. soon enough however he came in contact with chara dreemurr in her a rather normal outfit wearing a bright emerald coloured shirt with bright golden stripes and a pair of pants. Her large mettaliac arms still covered with gauntlets and other assortments for her traditional armor, she had done her best to ensure her arms were always covered in armor. The robotic shell around the bones inside combined with the solid iron that protected them further made her feel confident if she were to engage in combat, a monster, with somewhat large horns poking through the sheet that covered him was following her around with a hand wrapped around her's much as she always requested of him.

he briefly held pity for the monster, he was right to afterall, the eye slits had originally been cut in it once upon a time, but the monsters eyes were closed as he continued to hum for chara, a melody meant only for her ears. that was the deal after all. it wouldn't of made a difference if his eyes had been open, chara ensured that they wouldn't see anyhow.

he gave her, her payment of 50 gold pieces for being the captain of the guard for the ruins. she quickly took it with a murmured thanks before looking away to asriel and quickly leading him away. she was leading him onto the merchant caravan as he quietly and meekly, but hopefully asked if they could get some stuff to make butterscotch pie. not that he knew how to make it anymore, but she learned back when they were able to make it together. before long they had left toward the caravan with a reluctant yes for asriel.

however all that aside he sighed. and finally streached yawning before bagging his money and going to walk further into the ruins humming a joyful song as he traversed the any traps and plans that were carefully laid out.

before long he finally came along to the flower garden and hummed getting some tea from his pocket in a canteen and poured it into a tea mug happily to sip from it.

he hummed enjoying the tea as he began to set down beside the flower that had been planted for him ever so long ago. he was happy. it was always so peaceful to listen to the birds chirp. It reminded him of the world outside the underground. Of monsterkind above them..he briefly wondered if they even remembered them. Or if they were just some boogyman to them.

The man held bright teal blue eyes that held a rather vibrant zest for life with messy deep blue hair that ran down a bit past his ear's, both of which was pireced with a small complex golden snowflake. He wore a deep purple turtle neck sweater and bright blue pants with the palest winter white skin.

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(Firstly, not my art but it is the closest i got to base my chara from the au of underhanded ^^)

Chara had been a rather tame child. A young girl born into privlage and wealth in the district of light, born to a justice soul and a determination soul she was expected to exhbit the nature of one of the soul's or even most hopefully. A hybrid soul. However as she matured going through the years by age 8 it was discovered, she was born without a soul at all. As if her body had not been strong enough to form the personifcation of her being. Which made the mother and father distraught, believing her a freak. A freak without a soul. Chara's once loving family life became..cold. the love seemed nigh non existant. They didnt spend time with her anymore and even hid her away. Isolating her from the world. After two more year's, the parents could not handle the shame of such a burden any further. And subjected there daughter to a highly risky process.

The process of spiritualization. Forcibly giving another human a soul. The process seemed simple to the parents. They needed soul essence. And using there essence to ensure a hybrid soul. They used the essence of determination, justice, and even greed. Hopeful to turn her into a determined justice hungry guard.

While the process was harmless for the spirits. It was horrendously painful to the child receiving the soul as the newly made 'soul' rewrote there very being. There personality. Everything. To fit the body.

Those who died during it had been said to have lost hope. When this occurs the soul seems to crack apart until finally. Crumbling into dust as the child is given the peace needed to die.

Chara had spent nights screaming and burning in the agony of her body being rewritten, until the day she had went quiet. Her parents had went to check on her to find the mixture of a soul shaking, concluding she had began to run out of hope. Took her to the integrity soul in the ruins in hope he would be able to do something.

But alas, the most he could do is give chara the room to die. The parents were annoyed, distraught, and enraged and had left the girl in his care. He took her to a bedroom and placed her in a bed wrapping her up in a blanket before leaving to go make a pie. Hopeful to use the natural magic of his integrity soul and the food to make a sort of healing effect.

But unbekownst to him. Another guest had left his room.

Chara had laid in the bed, breathing raggedly as she stated blankly to the ceiling awaiting the moment her body would finally give up, only to hear a voice speak.

The new voice caused her to look over blankly and see a young goat, whom couldnt be much older than her. Talking to her.

They had talked quietly for what had felt like hour's, the young goat. Asriel, as he calmed himself was intresting to her. He semed kind and polite to her.

As the integrity soul returned, he came to found chara sitting up talking with asriel.she seemed weak still but she seemed a bit stronger than before.

Time would pass with days becoming weeks and weeks becoming months as chara recovered and the duo became ever so excitable and insperable in the ruins. However the integrity soul had noticed a concerning pattern beginning to develope. Chara would often be found staring at asriel and following him around, not to mention how relaunctant asriel seemed to become when it came to subject of befriending other people there age.

This went on for weeks before finally after finding some bruises on asriel's body. He confronted chara, the young girl becoming hostile to his questioning and shouting at them. In her anger however. She initated a battle, her eyes widening quickly as she just as quickly exited the battle. But it had been enough for the integrity soul to spot her secret. The nature of her soul a perverse swirling mixture of red, golden yellow, and a dull faded yellow. Swirling around. The soul of obsession.

Eventually a time would come as chara became an adult during the beginning of the ruins hope to prosper. Asriel followed her nigh constantly always staying directly behind her wearing a hood, in her words to protect him from those who hated monster.

She had grown far more obsessed with him and had ensured to force anyone who tried to get close to him was dealt with, mainly through peace due to integrity soul's wishes.

It had developed up to the point on one terrible night that integrity soul decided to visit. Chara had left to do business leaving asriel there. And though he had worry and reservations. He had let the integrity soul in much like chara would allow only that soul into her home.

However upon seeing him, he felt his blood run cold. Dust and blood were leaking from bandages that were wrapped around asriel's eyes. A trail of blood and dust leaking from each eye.

He had questioned asriel until he would eventually crack and tell him that chara took his eyes to keep him dependent on her. And though integrity soul was planning to confront chara. Asriel begged otherwise. Saying that he was happy like this, that he was happy because he got to stay by his best friend. His heart only holding care and compassion towards chara, stating what happened isnt her fault. That the soul is responcible for it.

The day after he had went and confronted chara with an ultimatum. Either she stopped hurting asriel. Or he would tell the light district where she was. Begrudgingly, her soul seeming beating out in front of her chest. The colours swarming inside of her soul violently as if hatred filled her.

And yet...she agreed to it, the tone of her begrudging anger tone had a subtle voice beneath. A voice that rang of sheer desperation.

It had been but a year since she agreed, and she has become the captain of the ruin's guard. Having pushed herself to do her uptmost best to protect asriel from any human in her way. As well as any monster that comes from above.

((Again not my art ^^ if i can find the original artist i shall give them immidate credit, i really love and enjoy this picture and i aspire to be able to draw this well one day))