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Octavia

"Music and metal are all I've known."

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a character in “Legend of Os'Roth - A Pirate's Dream”, as played by Child of the Winged

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Name: Octavia Eralia
Nickname or known name: Lala, the Bandit's Musician
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Role: Girl 3
Rank: Blacksmith

Appearance: Lala has long rust-red hair that curls inward, bright green eyes and pale skin.

Personality: Lala's a younger version of her elder sister, whom she looks up to a lot. She tends to add the suffix, ahen, to the end of her sentences, meaning she's extremely embarrassed or pissed. When she is pissed, she much like her sister, temper and all. She sees other people as either toys or objects, but friends as the most important thing in the world, which is a little twisted but she was raised by bandits! Whatcha gonna do?

Likes: Music, her sister, dancing, the ocean, friends, family and working with metal.
Dislikes: Eels, falling, her klutziness, eels, fire, firearms and eels.
Fears: Eels and falling to her death. She also fears being abandoned and hated by her sister.

Weapon of choice: Rapier

Skills: Rapier, blacksmithing, some dagger, scythe and bow skill, musical talent (flute and violin)

Character history: When she was born, she was stolen at age 4 by a group of bandits, who took the girl under their dastardly wings and tried to corrupt her. But her morals wouldn't be completely destroyed. She still valued friends and family over everything and refused to kill anyone that didn't do something against her and her own. One of the bandits, Beast, who was a former blacksmith, taught her everything he knew about the trade while his wife, Lulu, who renamed her Lala, showed her how to play the violin, flute and rapier, all of which she took to with ease.

Often she would watch her sister in secret, away from the clan. Once, while her sister was gone and sailing, she finally met her mother for the first time. After a bit of talking, she became a part of her real family, even if it was just as her mother's handservant and the continuation of the blacksmithing industry her father started. But that was all she needed. She still visits the bandit clan to see Beast and Lulu and catch up with the rest of the clan.

So begins...

Octavia's Story

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Octavia looked up from her forge as her mother walked in, smiling. She stood and bowed respectfully. "Good evening, Mrs. Eralia." She murmured softly. She was finishing the last touches on her rapier, Fira, when she walked in. She heard her sister outside but made no comment, as long as neither saw the distinctive birthmark on her neck, she could continue to live with them, albeit a bit awkwardly. She looked back at the sharp, gleaming blade and gripped the hilt, careful of the still warm blade. With a sigh, it was placed in the water, making it cool instantly. With a tug and an inspection, she deemed the blade battle ready once again. But she had no real battles to fight.

She undid her hair, the rusty locks covering her back. Slipping the rapier into the sheath with a quiet 'thunk', she nodded at her mother and wandered outside, brushing the metal bits off her shirt as she did. She let her eyes drift to her strong powerful sister before she quickly lowered her eyes and lifted her hood over her head. "I will return soon, Ms. Eralia..." She muttered softly, her voice calm but respectful. And with another somewhat lingering glance at her, she slipped off into the shadows. She had no real destination, just to wander the streets, maybe buy a bit of food for the house while she was out.

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Valem Eralia


Valem arched a brow at Nair, "We're shipping out when the entire crew gets here. Until then you'll just have to occupy yourself" she muttered in response, taking no notice of Rat's continues babbling about being taken away. She was about to speak again, but Drake approached and spoke to them. "Captain I am aboard and ready to help, but may I borrow Nair for a moment we need to discuss about his 'fever blisters' in that area". Valem let her head fall back as she let out a roar of harsh laughter. "So Nair come to my office whenever you can and Captain just ring me up if anything needs done". She nodded, too busy laughing to answer properly. Octavia walked out before bowing and entering Drake's office. Valem looked puzzled, but she shrugged it off and turned back to Nair. "Run along, we wouldn't want your fever blisters to get any worse, now, would we?". She tried her best to hold of a smile, but she failed and flashed him a toothy grin.

Now she was done laughing, she turned to Rat and picked him up, walked over to the railing and sat him on it. "Listen, Rat, we're going to be going on a dangerous journey. I completely understand if you don't want to come and I'm not forcing you to stay here. The choice is yours".


Rat


Rat shook his head. "I want to come on the journey with you" he said. "I spent my whole life begging for food and water on the streets, I even spent a little while living with some bandits before they made me leave, and I'm sure as hell not going back there. If you'll have me, I'd like to stay".



OOC: This is just an idea of what Rat looks like.
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Drake was putting away his supplies, the sounds of clinking glass jars filled with strange liquid, which he used for medical experiments. He grabbed a jar with a jolly roger on the front with clear liquid inside then was about to put it away with similar looking jars but he was interpreted by Octavia who was leaning against the wall. "Hey... How've you been, dragon..?" He jumped and nearly dropped the jar if it hadn't been for Jenko who grabbed it at the last second. Drake looked down and picked up the monkey and set him in the cabinent. 'Good boy now, bad girl." he said pointing a finger at Octavia smirking. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" he said putting away another jar as Jenko organized them.

"Also my name is Dracovorick, not dragon and even if you call me Drake it is the desendent of a dragon, or a male mallard which I am neither of. " he said turning and grabbing another vile which was busted open. "Damn" he said picking up the vile which contained several mushrooms." Octavia can you please find me a jar, I need them for the fungi." he said carefully putting it on the counter looking at Octavia hoping she would do it.

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Octavia laughed and grinned at Drake. "Dragon, I've called you that ever since I've met you, from day one. It never changin'. As for knockin', you scare so easily! How could I not?" She grabbed a nearby empty jar and carefully put the mushrooms in them. "Besides," She turned and tapped his nose, smiling. "If I didn't help you, who would?" She gently pet Jenko and giggled as her rat peered out at the monkey and squeaked. She pet the brown rodent and smiled at Drake.

"Would you rather I called you Ducky?" She asked, laughing as she spoke. "Because I always could!" She sang. "But that's not what I'm here for." She lifted the sleeves of her shirt, showing multiple burns and cuts. "Forgin' is difficult, and extremely dangerous, Dragon.... Got anything for this?" She looked down at the burn skin and closed her eyes, sighing through her nose.

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Drake rolled his eyes. "I scare easily because half the people are drunk at a time and some don't react to painful medicine when mentally handicapped." he said then took the mushrooms back. "I need to find a few white mice so I can test these unless I can convince the captain to allow a few of her mates to use them." he muttered to himself but loud enough to be heard. "Would you rather I called you Ducky? Because I always could!" Drake sighed. "No dragon is fine and if so I'll take the northern blue dragon at that." he studied cryptology and would make puns with them which usually made people think he was crazy.

"But that's not what I'm here for. Forgin' is difficult, and extremely dangerous, Dragon.... Got anything for this?" Drake cringed as he saw the cuts. "Tsk Tsk, you really should be wearing gloves or something." he said then pulled out a magnifying glass and examined her arms. "Hm, good news and bad news... " he said going to a back room which held several plants. "..good news," he continued from the other room. " is that it's treatable and they are second degree burns at worst. " he came out with a spiky plant and a knife, "bad news this might hurt." he said setting the objects beside Octavia. " cut three leaves from the plant and rub them over the burns I'm going to get something for your cuts, oh and be careful they burn." he said leaving out for his back room with a whistle, Jenko jumping down after him.

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"Gloves? Pfft, gloves are for amateurs, dear dragon." Octavia took the knife and sliced the leaves, setting the knife and her rat on the table. She rubbed them together for a second. She removed her long sleeved shirt, revealing her undershirt. Taking the balled up sleeve into her mouth and leaning heavily on the wall behind her, she began to rub the leaves on her burnt skin. She bit down on her shirt, a small whimper slipping out of her mouth.

She kept rubbing though. Her eyes slipped closed as she breathed through her nose. As she finished the last leaf, she slumped the ground. Her breath came in shaky pants and her eyes slowly opened, her vision blurred. She removed the sleeve from her mouth. She rested her head on the wall, a dull pain throbbed her body but she ignored it. "Never was one for pain, be it emotional, like dear sister rejectin' me or physical, like that crap."

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Drake could hear the whimpering coming from the other room as he brought in a few bandages and a jar of cream. "Hm if you say so but this will burn like hell. " he pulled out a small piece of wood and dipped it in the cream then lathered it slowly on her burns. "Easy" he said as a sizzle could be heard from the wounds. He took it away after a minute of pain before he took the stick back into the cream and onto her other arm. He did the same, and took it away after putting it into a large barrel which was halfway full of old jars, and expired medicine.

He walked back to her and took the bandages and wrapped them around her arms then pulled them tight as to keep them on. "There now try not to get them too wet and they should be fine in a week or so afterwards, you can cut them off." he said smiling then went to put the cream and bandages away before returning with a bottle of bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. He poured some into the glass then took a gulp of it before letting out a large sigh. "That should be enough." he said putting the bottle beside Octavia. "If you want any feel free to have some if not Ill put it away, now shoo I must get to my research." he said grabbing the jar of mushrooms and opening them up slowly.

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Octavia winced, twitched and shook at the pain, but not another noise was heard from her. The sizzle scared her more than the pain did, seeing as how it was her skin that was making the noise. When it was over, she took a large, shuddering breath. She looked up to see the doctor setting the bottle beside her and shook her head at Drake before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. She leaned back onto the wall.

"And have to move? Never." She muttered, grinning weakly. Her body still twitched in pain, but at least her arms would heal. She had befriended the doctor for a reason. If her sister even one flaw, she could be kicked off the boat. So she had to stay perfectly healthy and strong. Which is why she rarely indulged in alcohols of any kind. Or drugs. Or sex, for that matter.

She blinked at her inadvertent innocent and laughed quietly. She stood, setting the bottle on the table near her, careful of the other bottles. "Well, I suppose it's back to the deck for me." She muttered, letting the rat hop on her shoulder before she left. "Do take care, dragon. I have a sneakin' suspension that this voyage is gonna be rough... Then again, they all were..." She gave him a waving salute and walked out on deck. She spotted Rat and watched the small child. He seemed to be bigger, stronger, than when he was with the bandits. Then again, anyone could get more food from begging than the greedy bandit king. She frowned and shook her head. No time to waste on things that didn't pertain to her anymore. With a nod at the child and a check of her weapon, she looked up the mast. "I don't see why anyone, regardless of age and whatnot, would to climb that safely... Honestly, my like for that moron decreases by the second." She muttered, shaking her head.

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Valem Eralia


"Didn't take you long to come around."

Valem rolled her eyes. He could be annoying at times, but the kid had a good heart, and Valem liked that about him. "Oi!" she heard, "Got a nice catch this time! Consider this your big tip for the month!". That was enough to freeze Valem where she stood. She thought Nathan must have been talking about Nair's earlier comment, and she let out an angered huff. Was that all she was to him? Just another of his countless women, of whom he referred to as a 'catch'? Then again, he could be talking about the loot. This peaked her curiosity just enough to make her walk back onto the deck, a puzzled expression on her face. "Catch? What catch are you referring to, boy?", her voice was cold and snake-like, like something you'd hear in your worst nightmare. She didn't often show this side whilst around her crew, but it did come out when she was either deeply offended or super annoyed.

Rat


Rat saw the loot heading in his direction. He jumped up and grabbed the bag with both hands, then landed perfectly on two feet. He shook the bag slightly, then giggled and passed it to Nair. "I reckon it's a good loot" he commented, "Don't often get big loots 'round this time". With another small giggle, he looked down at Nathan, "Treat Valem well, or you'll have me to answer for!". Rat was quite protective of Valem, even though he'd only known her for a short while. He wouldn't want any harm to come to her. He sat down and exhaled deeply, "So, what you thinkin'a doin' with your loot, Nair?" Rat asked, curiosity clear on his face.

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A low growl erupted from Valem's chest as she gripped her hand around the handle of her sword. "Give, give, give? You merely gave me some loot and made me want to kiss you, I'd hardly call that giving. And how do you even-... You know what? Nevermind" she said softly, he whole mood changing in a second or two. She walked up to Nathan until she was only a few centimeters away from him. Valem pressed her cheek against his and whispered a message in his ear. "If you dare stand up to me infront of the crew, I'll cut your man parts off in your sleep, got it?". Before he could reply, she pulled away and nodded the other rest of the crew before turning and walking back into her quarters. A large grin crept onto her face as she replayed the memory over and over in her head, "You never lose it, not ever".

((Sorry, it's a bit short)).

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Octavia blinked at Nair before the smallest hint of a smiles appeared on her face. Trust Nair, the man whore of the ship, to make her smile. She started to see the man that reminded her of her bane in life a little differently. No longer was he a cruel man that only slept with women for fun but he had a heart, though she still hated his whore tendencies. Nothing on the earth, save the moron stopping, could make that change.

She sat on the destroyed bed and carefully, as if they were the most precious things in the world, held both of her instruments. "I've heard you play Nair... I certainly can't compare..." She murmured softly against the neck of the of the stringed instrument. She sadly and hesitantly stashed them, a spot on her small bed now open. Honestly, if what he said was true, then she could vent, cry and scream at him as much as she needed. The thought alone that on this large ship, someone was willing to listen, apart from Drake, who was more like a stern older brother than anything else.

As she waited for Nair to make a move, she picked at the bloodied bandage that was wrapped around most of her midsection and torso. She had to blink back tears as the memory of how they came to be flashed through her mind. She couldn't help the small sob that tore through her throat nor the blunt nails that dug into her arms as she fought back the sadness and utter despair. Her entire body shook before the other's eyes.

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Octavia stiffened when the arm wrapped around her shoulders but forced herself to remember who it was. It was Nair, someone that was a part of her crew. It wasn't any of the filth that she lived with. He wouldn't hurt her. She visibly relaxed into his embrace.

"I... I hope so... I just want to get extremely drunk and forget that stupid letter..." She muttered, hesitantly curling into Nair's side. She, almost shyly, rested her head on his shoulder. What surprised her was the fact she was so comfortable with him. She usually hated him. But he was offering her something she desperately needed. Maybe she could trust him...

She grabbed her bag and pulled out a plain bottle, filled with whiskey. She unscrewed the top and took a heavy swig. She curled back up into Nair, her inhibitions already lowered from her limited drinking. "I mean, who the hell does he think he is...? Sendin' me a fucking letter, boldly claiming shit like that..." She muttered, nursing the bottle, drinking more and more.