Octavia

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Player: StudioWinters

Character Full Name: Octavia

Character In-Game Name: Octavia Lyonaley

Nickname(s): Octie, Oct, Octipie (at your own risk), Autumn, Lion, Lady Lyon, Madame Eight

Association(s): Grey Milita

Race: Worgen

Class: Hunter

Skills and Abilities: Tracker for undead, demons, giants, and most common game.

Age: 26

Sex: Female

Hair: Mid-back, dark reddish brown, very curly and often messy, barely contained by a half-hearted ponytail. In worgen form, soft gray all over, with white around her eyes and snout, going into a white throat and belly.

Eyes: Brown, to Gray, depending on the lighting. More often than not amber when shifted to worgen form.

Scale/Height: 0.90

Weight: 125~ish not including gear

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Dark green and brown leathers, adorned with pouches galore. A stylish dueling rapier and a hip quiver at her side.

Other: A rather terrible large mawing scar on her right shoulder that crosses onto her back. Freckles sprinkle across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

Personality

Octavia is cheerful, always with a witty remark or comeback. It wouldn’t be a far fetched assumption to say she takes almost nothing seriously. She’s gentle and kind deep down, and holds a deep sense of inner wisdom and self awareness that might even be surprising. Notably, Octavia is stubborn. Despite her nature to avoid conflict at all costs, when there is something she genuinely wants or believes in, she’ll do it. In her own words, she is; “A mix of bad life choices and dumb luck- and a lot of bandages”

She will never openly admit to being a Worgen, and would even out right deny it. She wears an incredibly strong rose perfume to hide any scent of her wolfish history. Other worgen in their true forms put her off. She also strongly dislikes undead to the point of almost open hostility and aggression, for obvious reasons.

While in worgen form, Octavia chooses to not speak, relying heavily on body language for communication.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

History

The Lyonaley’s were a simple merchant family within Gilneas. They didn’t do anything particularly special aside from be fairly wealthy and help coordinate trade about the walled off nation- for a fee of course. The Lyonaleys fancied themselves important- though of course, knew their place in the social ladder.

Because of their wealth and rather well to do attitude and pseudo-nobility, Octavia was often kept indoors. In fact, for the majority of her life- aside from attending formal parties under the watchful eye of her parents, the only place outside of her home she had ever tread was her court yard. A court yard which was filled with red Gilnean roses tended to by the Lady Lyonaley herself.

Despite their over protective and pompous nature- Octavia’s parents were kind and loving. Perhaps not supportive of the whimsical fancies of their young child- but they were as well meaning as any parent is. And though as a child Octavia had hated them for keeping her sheltered from the world, she thanks them now because of it- as her freedom is so much sweeter now.

Aside from her parents Octavia also has an older brother named Rodrick. Rodrick was a dashing young man with a reserved demeanor who aspired to take over the family business. In such, he was almost always out, and was quite distant with his younger sister. But he secretly doted her like his parents and almost always brought her back gifts, most notably the rose scented perfume for her fifteenth birthday, which she still wears today.

While home she lived life vicariously through books- any kind of book. Pirates- adventure, fantasy, those were her favorites. But above all her absolute favorite were always the tales regarding and dashing rogues who robbed the rich, gave to the poor and always got the girl. Octavia would grow to fancy herself a duelist, idolizing the freedom of the rogues in her stories. As she of course- like any proper little girl, absolutely hated being trapped inside dreary stone walls day in and day out, watching life outside her window.

Thankfully she wasn’t always trapped within her home. Her father would, after much convincing, often take her out on hunting trips. Which were more often than not Octavia standing in the back watching her father and his other wealthy friends talk business and shoot boar. But she found this fascinating and grew to love the times she spent out hunting.

Unfortunately, despite the happy balance she found with her life and the peace she came too, the outside world would come for her. Though she personally knew nothing other than whispers of the war outside the wall- she did hear the tones of growing concern and the lack of hunting parties and formal events as the Worgen began infecting those in the city. The Lyonaleys hid in their manor from the world, ignoring calls to rise to aid, wanting nothing to do with anything outside their parties, business, and hunting.

But the world would come for our little Lyonaley. The Worgen would finally manage to get their way into her home. Like a perfectly painted tragic scene her father and his hired men would defend to the very death, the lives of the Lady Lyonaleys, an to death they would come, spared from the curse. But her mother was not so fortunate- and was cursed like the rest. Which left little Octavia, (who by now was a young adult), with her father’s bloody musket and rapier, trapped in her stone prison with the blood thirsty Worgen. But fortunate would balance out in her favor.

As a Worgen pinned her to the wall- mauling at her neck and shoulder she managed of a shot from her musket at the chain of an oil chandelier, which would crash to the floor and erupt the room into flames. At which point Octavia made her escape- staggering outside her home by herself for the first time in the chaos.

Bitten and bloodied she would fortunately find the help she needed, and obtained the cure to bring her to sanity once more. And now on her own she stood among the refugees, as she watched as another wall of blissful ignorance crumbled, making her escape from the city.

Octavia would come to hate herself bitterly for what she had become. She would seclude herself to the forests of Blackwald, hunting for weeks on end in her Worgen form, then dragging her kills to nearby villages to trade for supplies she needed. She spends weeks on her own with just her random animal pets she made friends with along the way.