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Octavia, The Bloodseeker #3230
5
Level
0
Experience
Bronze
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
0%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
Achievements
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Titles
The Bloodseeker
Character Details
Gender: Female
Age: ???
Height: 145cm
Weight: 750lbs
Build: Standard
Coat: Savage
Genotype: ss/Cr/br/bk/Ash/Sa/Sp/Td/Ps/Bd/Hd/Dd
Phenotype: Ashen Cream with Saddle, Splash, Tipped, Pinstripes, Brindle, Hooded, Dun
Horns: None
Physical Mutations: Bobtail
Mutations: None
Slots: 7 Used / 20 Available
Design Credits
kalmansielu, Pawpaints: endless-adventure, Personality: MrsEvelyn
Personality
There was a time when this great warrior was a meek, timid child. She startled at everything around her, often jumping at the smallest of sounds. Her family all but wrote her off because of that, muttering under their breath that she was the weak link. Of course the small child heard these words, making her tremble for a whole different reason. She was not going to live out her life being this shell of a personality, a mere husk that would blow away at the first breath of wind. No, she was going to become something and show everyone that she was stronger than all of them.
Leaving her home, she travelled until she found a group of ruthless warriors to train under, taking their “kill or be killed” motto to heart. Octavia would become the warrior that her family always wanted, casting her fearful self away. Under the ruthless training, the child flourished. She adapted their ways and became a twisted, vicious fighter. She could down even the largest of men, using her lithe and agile body to out maneuver any opponent she faced. Still Octavia had been able to build up some bulk, while not matching most of the men, she was a monster in her own right. Loki took notice of her whilst watching them practice and spar, taking a special liking to the mighty warrior. It was clear that she would do whatever it took to come out on top, a stealthy, cunning fighter that he needed on his side.
Sweeping her under his wing, Loki took her away and gave her the nickname Skyrippa. Quickly the warrior found herself comfortable in his ranks, only becoming stronger yet under his army’s training. When the curse struck Octavia, she didn’t stumble like the other warriors around her. No, she took this new set of fangs and bulkier body and ran with it. She didn’t miss a beat in her training, fueling her anger for the curse into sheer brute force. Now she could hit harder, and yet was still quick on her new set of paws. Even with the larger, four legged body she could creep through the undergrowth, her stealth carrying over to this new body of hers. All of it was a fuel to her ever growing fire, even more cruel and ruthless than she was before.
Even in this new form she had things to prove, holding her head high with that twisted smile on her lips. Nothing would ever slow her down, not even this. No, she took this curse as a blessing, for Skyrippa was about to hit her final form. The world had seen nothing of her yet.
Leaving her home, she travelled until she found a group of ruthless warriors to train under, taking their “kill or be killed” motto to heart. Octavia would become the warrior that her family always wanted, casting her fearful self away. Under the ruthless training, the child flourished. She adapted their ways and became a twisted, vicious fighter. She could down even the largest of men, using her lithe and agile body to out maneuver any opponent she faced. Still Octavia had been able to build up some bulk, while not matching most of the men, she was a monster in her own right. Loki took notice of her whilst watching them practice and spar, taking a special liking to the mighty warrior. It was clear that she would do whatever it took to come out on top, a stealthy, cunning fighter that he needed on his side.
Sweeping her under his wing, Loki took her away and gave her the nickname Skyrippa. Quickly the warrior found herself comfortable in his ranks, only becoming stronger yet under his army’s training. When the curse struck Octavia, she didn’t stumble like the other warriors around her. No, she took this new set of fangs and bulkier body and ran with it. She didn’t miss a beat in her training, fueling her anger for the curse into sheer brute force. Now she could hit harder, and yet was still quick on her new set of paws. Even with the larger, four legged body she could creep through the undergrowth, her stealth carrying over to this new body of hers. All of it was a fuel to her ever growing fire, even more cruel and ruthless than she was before.
Even in this new form she had things to prove, holding her head high with that twisted smile on her lips. Nothing would ever slow her down, not even this. No, she took this curse as a blessing, for Skyrippa was about to hit her final form. The world had seen nothing of her yet.
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