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located in Dotham, a part of BLOODLINES : Fall Of The Demon King, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Otho Saelac
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Otho Saelac

When Otho, along with a few of her other high ranking siblings, were called forward by their father she at first assumed they were going to war again. But this was a situation of the completely opposite.

Marriage

The word dripped over her tongue like stale wine. Otho hadn't thought about marriage since she was 19 years of age. To be honest it wasn't that different of an issue. It was going to be an arranged marriage then and it would be as well now. The only difference being this time she would have to follow through with it. However she felt nothing. As usual Otho just saw this as another business arrangement. Her and her selected partner would be bonded together and then produce an heir and nothing more.

"That is just simply how the world works." she thought to herself as her father went through the specifics of everything to come in just a months time. She herself began making a few plans of her own, preparing herself to the new shift in her lifestyle that she was going to have to par take in. Then something strange happened. Otho felt a pang of dread deep rooted and un-moving from her stomach as a single thought suddenly chilled her bones.

She would be becoming a mother.

Otho had never thought of this before because it had never been a pressing topic. But now she realized she had no desire what so ever to produce a child. Not even from a business point of view. She growled softly to herself as the thought persisted. With her experiences with her own mother, motherhood left a sour taste in her mouth. Her cheeks flushed and she gritted her teeth as she saw more and more similarities between herself and that wretched woman.

Otho had no love in her and she highly doubted she could love even her own child. Like she's said before, it's all business. The child would be trained from birth to one day take over her position. Her own child's life would not be any different than her own and this angered her immensely. She figured this was why she didn't want children. That small shred of kindness in her wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone but at the same time Otho could not change who she was and had become. So what better way to avoid that situation than by never having a child in the first place?
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When Otho eventually made it back to her quarters her anger grew as she found everything to be scattered and out of place. All of her stuff was being removed and things were not as she liked it. All her eyes saw was chaos. The servants bustling around her kept their heads low and trained on the floor as they went about their instructed duties, fearing the wrath near boiling under her skin.

"If you know what's good for you leave at once. I will do this myself." She ordered in a strong and biting voice. With shaking hands they all set down their projects and bee lined silently out the door which she violently slammed shut behind them. She growled and sighed, rubbing the stress from her face as she moved over to her bed. she set herself down on the side of the giant cushion and looked around her. Progress was being made to move her from this spot. She could tell that now. She also knew why her father had failed to mention this little bit of the arrangement. He most likely knew most if not all of them would be highly opposed to this if given the chance to refuse.

However if she were to keep her sanity then everything would have to be in prefect order. Something which a handful of scrambling servants could not achieve. Scanning the room she precisely planned out where everything would go in her minds eye.

She striped herself of heels and her outfit of the day for something more work manageable she set to work. It was a perfect distraction for other things plaguing her mind and within no time she had completely forgotten what had her so worked up in the first place.
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When Otho heard news of the ball, the servants almost dropped their silver trays in shock as the edges of her lips twitched, suggesting a smile. Nothing could bother her on this day for she was going to the one thing in this world that made her feel happiness.

Otho danced herself across the shinning floor of her new room, blocking out everything else around her. She didn't care if an arrow was flying straight at her heart. She was going to enjoy this day dream. Lost in her own world she didn't come back down to earth until she felt a faint tapping on her shoulder. She turned to see a young servant girl meek and shaking before her.

"Miss, i was sent to tell you that it is time to get ready for the ball this evening." She said, stuttering horribly. Otho dismissed the girl as a soft hum filled her head and body. She slipped into her favorite, corseted red dress and sat down at her grand vanity. She gently ran a finger along her fine and soft features. Looking a the woman she had become, Otho realized what probably drew her father to her mother in the first place. For it was most defiantly not her love. No it had to be her beauty. Thinking back to her childhood she remembered it being the only thing she admired about her mother, and she had most certainly inherited her good looks.

Otho did her hair in it's usual fashion, long and flowing with two curled braids at the sides of her head fading into it before dusting on a bit of blush. She pushed back her chair and reached under her vanity selecting a pair of heels to match her outfit and put them on before almost gliding out the door. All in one seemingly swift and elegant move.
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When Otho stepped into the ball room her heart thundered in her chest and the music filled her head. She felt at home. She felt...

Happy.

Though by looking at her you wouldn't know it. Her express was as calm and stoic as it always was. She moved gracefully through the room, her heels clicking rhythmically with the music, till she spotted her younger sister standing off the way by herself. Otho made her way towards her, the glass of plum cherry wine swirling in her palm drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

"Good evening," she said softly, standing next to her sibling, her calculating eyes scanning her up and down as she gently grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant. She took a sip, letting the nectar dance slowly over her tongue before swallowing.

"Excuse me, but i have forgotten your name. Though i didn't care for it before, I think in the circumstances it is important and polite that I do. So may i ask of you to tell me?" She asked, her unused hand tucked behind her back