"If you expect this world to be fair with you because of your own purity and piousness, then you are merely fooling yourself with a delusion. That's the same as expecting the lion not to eat the lamb because the prey didn't attack it's predator."
✦ Themes ✦
Amanda Lee || Guren no Yumiya {Lullaby Ver.}
Lindesy Stirling || What Child is This?
Blue Foundation || Eyes on Fire
Florence + The Machine || Seven Devils
♔ Nicknames ♔
Via, Tavia, Tav || Flora, Flore, Cee || Lyra, Princess, China, Dolly, Luna
♔ Age ♔
17
♔ Gender ♔
Female
♔ Romantic Interest ♔
Doesn't really dabble in romantic feelings but she is inwardly attached to Seto, even if she doesn't display it.
♔ Sexuality ♔
Heterosexual
♔ Military Branch ♔
Due to her father's wishes and family name, it was expected that Octavia would be placed in the Military Police Brigade. By the time she finished her training and graduated in the top 10 {ranked in only at spot 2 due to her lack of excessive reserves of physical strength and not being a "team player"}, that became a reality despite her dream of going into the Survey Corps. However, unbeknownst to her father's knowledge, she ended up transferring to the Survey Corps for Seto's sake.
♔ Nationality ♔
1/3 Russian, 1/3 British, 1/3 Japanese. Originally from within Wall Sina, the Mitras District
♔ Face Claim ♔
Mei Misaki || Another
Via, Tavia, Tav || Flora, Flore, Cee || Lyra, Princess, China, Dolly, Luna
♔ Age ♔
17
♔ Gender ♔
Female
♔ Romantic Interest ♔
Doesn't really dabble in romantic feelings but she is inwardly attached to Seto, even if she doesn't display it.
♔ Sexuality ♔
Heterosexual
♔ Military Branch ♔
Due to her father's wishes and family name, it was expected that Octavia would be placed in the Military Police Brigade. By the time she finished her training and graduated in the top 10 {ranked in only at spot 2 due to her lack of excessive reserves of physical strength and not being a "team player"}, that became a reality despite her dream of going into the Survey Corps. However, unbeknownst to her father's knowledge, she ended up transferring to the Survey Corps for Seto's sake.
♔ Nationality ♔
1/3 Russian, 1/3 British, 1/3 Japanese. Originally from within Wall Sina, the Mitras District
♔ Face Claim ♔
Mei Misaki || Another
Clothing Preference || In an attempt to feel "normal", Lyra is often seen sporting a sailor uniform in a summer cut. Consisting of an above-the-elbow white blouse, a black jumper-skirt with a knee-reaching hem, black or white thigh (or knee, depending on how she feels that day) socks, black mary-janes, and a crisp red ribbon tied around her neck, once might say that her taste is childish, restricted, abnormal. Though, since when has Lyra really cared about other's opinions? Rarely will she change around her outfits..though she may wear gothic lolita, different school uniforms, or shorts on occasions.
Physical Description || If someone were to dedicate the entirety of their life to filling a blank canvas with vibrant hues, every tone of the rainbow, but had, by mistake, right in the middle of their artwork, created a black smear, then that smear would mar and taint their work. On the face of society and it's idealistic sense of 'beauty', much like that ruined piece of art, there is also a smear, a flaw, an imperfection. That smear is known as Octavia d’Lune. Throughout the entirety of the 17 years she has spent on this planet, Lyra has always been quite noticeable, abnormal often the most generous of compliments. Whether it be in appearance or academics, personality or power, family or fortune, she never seemed to quite blend in with the "normal" crowd, with the 'normal hues of vibrancy'. Though.. one look and many see the reasons why.
Rumoured and known to be a beauty of supernatural allure, Lyra sports a demeanor akin to the realms of the oddities; 'eerie' yet 'enticing'. Barely reaching the petite height of 5 foot and an inch, her mass weighing in at a mere 102 pounds, this particular girl, off the bat, is noted by strangers to possess the 2 most sought after attributes by women and men alike; stature and curves. Naturally crafted and molded to possess a physique carved out in a perfect hourglass, her chest of slightly larger nature for her age, Via often is the recipient of spitefully-coloured remarks on the nonexistent qualms regarding her boundless options of clothing and the slot she holds in becoming fantasies for other men (and, sometimes, women). With her nipped waist and toned limbs, it's almost next to impossible to describe her gait other than in the most poetic of ways; 'a flower swaying in the breeze' or 'a leisurely feline padding down the walk', perhaps. However, that's only when she sheds the layers of excess fabric. Shrouded in shapeless jumpers and crisp white blouses, at a first glance, it's quite next to impossible to identify the seductive femininity tucked away; a true diamond in the rough.
Shifting focus to yet another selling point, her tresses, Flora has been, undeniably, blessed with a gift. Generous amounts of cashmere-esque strands, their hue bordering on the unnatural, tumble down in wild cascades to frame her silhouette in the utmost perfect way. Typically, and almost shamefully, the introverted teenager will leave her chin cut jagged layers down, hardly ever being tugged into a fashion suitable of a noble. Interestingly enough, as stated before, this unobtainable tone of dancing ebony never seems to wash out...even flourishing and glowing in the most dreary of light. Unsure how to explain to her peers of it's natural occurrence, it should also be noted that this little doll will often lie about the coloration, one that strikes many in being similar to the occurrence of a twilight’s pulsing shadow.
Without a doubt in anyone's mind, Via is [more like, can be when she allows herself] a stunning individual.. but, in all honesty, the major factor that separates her from being classified as "beautiful" to "fairytale ready" are her eyes. In her opinion, as well as her friend's and stranger's, the brightly-colored pair are the strangest and most alluring trait on her. Why? It's all simply due to the breathtaking contrast they provide with the rest of her appearance and the fact that one is a different tone than it’s match. Of course, the medical patch over the emerald only adds to the enticing curiosity most humans feel about..truly an enigma. However, within the shown orb, almost constantly, the orb seems to flux in it’s varying shades of crimsons, every complex tone found to be present within the expressively narrowed orbs.
♔ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ♔
Birthmarks || Just as both her twin and mother had sported, Lyra possesses a distinct spade on her right hip. Other than that signature, she doesn't have any other birthmarks marring her skin.
Piercings || Preferring to keep her body metal-free and without holes, Lyra hasn't invested in getting piercings… not like her father will let her.
Tattoos || Along the same principle as piercings, Lyra refuses to get one.
Scars || Multiple scars litter her body from the past.. and not all of them were received with honor, with bravery, from fighting. The most dominant ones bestowed onto her are as follows; a spiraled trail winding from her right knee to her right ankle and a sloppily carved, 3.5 inch "X" positioned in the middle of her spine. The minor ones include various slashes on her upper arms and legs, rapid 'claw' marks on her stomach, and two faint lines at the base of her neck.
Noticeable Features || Born with heterochromia iridum, Lyra's orbs are of two different colors. The left is of a blood red crimson while the other is of a dazzling emerald.. the color of her father's and mother's eyes respectively. Due to the self-conciousness she feels and the disgust her father displayed towards them, Lyra has taken to wearing a medical gauze patch over the right.
♔ Type of Weapon ♔
Regality. That is exactly what Octavia always stood for, what she was bred to continuously carry within the forefront of her conscious. So, taking in these principles, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that her weapon form is just that; regally elegant. Shifting into a scythe gleaming of pure silver, her overall height in this form towers well above her 5'10'' partner. Elaborated with boned slots implanted along her staff {for easier gripping} and inscriptions of latin origins {'Una salus victis nullam spearer salutem' (The one safety for the vanquished is to abandon hope of safety ), 'Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito' (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them), 'Aut vincere aut mori' (Either to conquer or to die), and 'Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim' (Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.)}, Lyra is, by all means, a desirable and respectable weapon. However, the true main glory rests in her blades; naturally sharper than any sword and fashioned with artistic flair. Melded in a figure reminiscent of an outstretched bat, a creature of the night, the longer portion has been curved to act on par for slicing and ravaging…while the other, far shorter wing, is merely there to act as a counter balance to the gruesome brutality of it's opposite, to merely act as double-edge for dire situations.
Without a single doubt, Octavia is best described as a diary wound shut with a padlock, the key long forgotten. Damaged, unknown, unwanted. From the moment she was born, she was destined to be cradled by a man who wanted nothing to do with her, who was disgusted with her very appearance.. she was a mere bargaining chip, a packaged deal, that came along with her perfect elder sister. Surely not a single person would be able to live that down, the fact that your very own father despised you? In all honesty, this was the first emergence of her isolating traits, of her fears to get close to another human with the extent of her father’s hate remaining as untested waters. Even to this day, not a single person has been able to get far enough in her shell to understand why the pieces of her conditioning will surface at odd times, why she will do and say things that make little sense, even to her {rushing into battle head on, for example, without orders}. Most notably, though, Octavia has become a quiet and withdrawn individual, more or less preferring to observe than contribute. Almost never being able to find the words to speak, only her partner being the main recipient of her few thoughts, it often comes to a shock to her comrades when this mute finally lets her tongue fly. As you can imagine, this makes her a very difficult being to understand, a turn off for many of her team mates.
From a first glance, Via holds a demeanor in tune to a countenance of fortified ice; impenetrable and exuding a faint coolness where most would be warm. She is the perfect image of unruffled, emotionless composure..flawless and without a shred of fear. But, upon further inspection, she couldn't be further from that truth. Her strength, her quiet certainty, is merely a barrier that she built to hide a seemingly-irreparable brokenness and vulnerability. It’s almost as though she is only waiting for the time she has to return to her father’s side, for him to finally shatter herself once and for all…for him to rip from her what little threads of identity she has managed to tie by herself to those around her and to make her forget once again that she was ever anyone at all.
Continuing on with her self-examination, Flora does not possess the ability to see the worth in letting herself live, let alone loving... but even so, she has somehow managed to allow some people in. Of course, they are her three pillars; her deceased sister Melody, her deceased mother Josephine and her partner, Seto. However, due to some complications with the latter, Via is noticeably a tad more reluctant to speak with Seto than she was with her sister...perhaps it’s due to her romantic feelings that have blossomed for him? Even so, she doesn’t mind his company, and is, indeed, quite very protective of him. She seems intent on providing him with all the help that she can, to be there for him regardless of the situation.. but she cannot bring herself to see him as her equal for the belief that would be to bring him lower than he deserves.
ღ Making use of herself through fighting titans
ღ Pastries or savory foods
ღ Cherries
ღ Seto
ღ Rainy or Snowy Days
ღ China dolls
ღ Snakes and Spiders
ღ Being alone
♔ Dislikes ♔
- ✘ Her father and family name
✘ The thought Seto being killed
✘ Being idle and feeling useless
✘ Cheap tea
✘ Bitter or spicy foods
✘ Those who complain or believe that they have had a difficult life. 'Quitters'
✘ Strawberries
✘ Her appearance
✘ Songbirds
✘ White cats
✘ Sun exposure
✘ Conversations with others {aside from Seto}
✘ Swimming/large bodies of water/puddles
♔ Talents & Strengths♔
- ❖ Has a peaked physical condition {specialities, more or less, regarding agility, speed, and flexibility}
❖ Selective Eidetic Memory
❖ Selective Mutism
❖ Polyglot {speaks English {UK}, Japanese, Russian, French, Korean, German, and Italian}
❖ Natural at maneuvering the 3DDMG
❖ Fearless {in the sense of battle}
❖ Extremely high pain tolerance
❖ Musical and Culturally Trained {following into these categories are; properly trained in etiquette, versatile in social mannerisms, violinist + harpist, and ballet dancer}
♔ Flaws ♔
- ⌘ Isolates herself from others and refuses to interact with them {apart from Seto}
⌘ Constantly puts herself in danger's way
⌘ Selective mute
⌘ Low self-esteem
⌘ Exceedingly harsh with herself and others
⌘ The nonexistent reserves of sheer strength and brute force
⌘ Easily manipulated through kind words
⌘ Can't bring herself to be terrified or repulsed by Titans and the mangled corpuses of her comrades
⌘ Can't express emotions very well
♔ Fears ♔
- ☠ The idea of going back to live with her father
☠ All of her efforts to redeem herself will turn futile
☠ Terrified of large bodies of water
☠ Terrified of the dark
☠ Losing those she cares about again and being blamed for their deaths
☠ Afraid of Songbirds
☠ Afraid of white cats
♔Secrets ♔
- ♗ Believes herself to be the reason for her mother's and twin's death
♗ Relating to her false guilt, Lyra has taken to self-punishment for her "sins" by isolating herself and constantly putting herself in danger's way
♗ Constantly entertains the idea of her death in place of her sister's
♗ Doesn't really care about her life anymore
Edmund d'Lune || 37 || Father || Noble || alive || {1}, {2}
Josephine d'Lune || 30 || Mother || Noble || deceased || {1}, {2}
Melody d'Lune || 12 || Twin Sister || Noble || deceased || {1}, {2}
A ray of sunshine in everyone’s lives, Melody was the ideal daughter; beautiful in both body and mind. Unlike the ‘disgusting creature’ [as her father refers to her as], Octavia, Melody possessed the fortunate looks, the ideals, of ivory-laced cream skin, warm ashy gray tresses and dancing wine orbs. Truly on a whole different plane of her alabaster-toned, ebony haired, heterochromatic counterpart. Not to mention there was the whole concept of personality; the eldest was outgoing, confident, beautiful with conversations..while the youngest was withdrawn, shy, a stuttering mess. Yet, despite the blatant favouring her parents carried out, the younger had never really felt a twinge of resentment towards her sister...even when Melody received more presents on their birthdays and Christmases or even when she was given the finer silks, the bigger bed, the better everything. Lyra truly loved, adored, the beaming girl, perhaps more than anyone could ever know….however, childhood innocence can not always last and that love was soon to become tainted with jealousy, with self spite and distaste.
They were 8 when they first met, Seto Lancette {who was 9 at the time} and the d’Lune twins. Brought together as playmates, a favour from one family friend to another, it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that Melody was the first to become friends with the stranger. Yet… for little Octavia, the blonde-haired boy wasn’t just another person to pass the time with, no no, he sparked feelings that she never knew existed. Heart pounding, breathless, a want to be constantly near him, those were all of the reactions Via was forced to endure during Seto’s visits. However, by the time she was able to pinpoint this strange experience, what it truly meant, fate decided to play a cruel game on the giggling, carefree children; Melody developed a romantic crush on the Lancette boy, the latter party returning the feelings vice versa. Deciding to keep quiet and allow her star of a sibling to have a chance at happiness, far too use to the idea of Melody receiving whatever she vied for, Octavia ended up melding into the shadows. Taking the reclusive route out, no longer did Lyra accompany the pair on their mission to explore the mansion’s gardens, instead choosing to keep her mother and books company in the oak’s shade.
A few months after the twin’s 12th birthday, Seto suddenly stopped coming to the d’Lune grounds, an event that broke both of the girl’s fragile hearts. By this point, Lyra had taken to covering her dazzling forest eye with medical gauze, all in an attempt to deter her father from flying into unbridled rage..and it worked {somewhat}. The beatings slowly trickled in, less and less frequent than before, and the empty corridors seemed to be able to breathe once more. And then Melody fell ill. Without warning, the dazzling girl’s life began to slowly drain away, her bounding form being caged by the weight of wool blankets. Not only was Octavia losing her other half, her extension of her idealistic sense of a “perfect person” but she was losing her protection, her father’s despair inflaming. Though the copper-tipped lashings {delivered by a belt} and drunkenly thrown glass bottles were, in all honesty, a minor occurrence, a mere nuisance to what she dealt with when her mother passed.. and it was at this point in her life that the stoic girl felt a true twinge of fear; what would happen when Melody finally passed?
Her twin eventually left this world at the age of 12 ½, both a sense of relief and angst following in her wake. The abuse, the physical torment, suddenly exploded in intensity, everyone, from the servants to her community, blamed their precious treasure’s death on her. At 13, her self-esteem shattered {constant death threats and degrading comments being the main cause}, two things became quite evident; 1. Her father managed to instill a phobia of himself within his daughter and 2. She had to find a way out. Registering for her only ticket to freedom, the military, everything was going to be smooth sailing from there on out..or so she thought. Her father ended up discovering about his only daughter’s plan to run away, his irritation spiking once more. Two nights before she was scheduled to catch the boat that would, ultimately, deliver her to freedom, her father paid her a drunken visit. To spare you the gruesome details, he ended up giving her a parting present of a new scar; a sloppily carved, 3 ½ inch X in the middle of her spine. Even to this day, his final words to her resound in her conscious, "So the Titans will know which bitch to eat first".
Finishing up her training, Octavia met up with Seto once more, graduated at the top of her class and...well.. now she is here. Teamed up with her childhood love that, undoubtedly, she still has feelings for, Lyra is ready to go save humanity.
♔ Other ♔
