*Long ago, the soul traits all lived as there own separate entity's. All was fine. Assign traits, Head home, Sleep, Repeat. But one day, something changed. They don't know what went wrong. There heads began to pound. They needed to find someone to take over, but who? They couldn't just steals a persons life. They needed someone...dead. Someone who had been dead for a long time; forgotten about, maybe. They traveled to the underground, barely staying stable, and came across it. The perfect vessel.