"I need myself... myself only..."

|Name|

Octavia Dumoes Lumis

|Age|

26

|Gender|

Female

|FaceClaim|

Irina Shayk

|Sexuality|

Pansexual

|Standing|

The Queen of Irae

Head of the House of Wrath

|Personality|

Dysfunctional, angry, cold. She is a woman of high standing, of stewed over hatred and resentment that has led to a broken soul, the cracks leaking with the poison other's have filled her with over the years. Octavia is stern, solemn, and without remorse when it comes to her actions. Every word she says is always what she believes to be the truth, her spiteful words without filter or restraint as she boredly tells you exactly what needs to be done, but not without a few stabs at your own incompetence. She can't find it in her to break down her brash and much-hated personality to become a more likable ruler, Octavia finds it weak of herself to even think of bending to the will of her subjects she has already done so much for. She doesn't expect anything from anyone, besides obedience. With her well-pronounced skill in strategy, she finds that the best option for others to follow, are the ones she makes. Despite her strengths in her mentality, her main weakness is her desire to be appreciated, loved, adored. To be given these things means the world to her despite how much she knows she is far from deserving, and to lure her in with them is by far the best way to manipulate her isolated soul. She finds pleasure in watching people struggle and beg, to be the one with the power to decide someone's fate has always been a goal that she's strived for. She's reached the conclusion that she can't please everyone at this point in her life, and is now focused on what could at the very least, please her. To further her Kingdom. Dominate the land. And make sure everyone knows the name of the Queen of Wrath.

|Background|

Born to the strong and heartless ruler of the House of Wrath has left her with impressionable views on herself. Her mother, a cowardly Queen who only ever did as she was told. And her father, a King determined to make an heir out of the princess his useless wife had given him. He was a monster in her eyes, a cruel man who only wished to see the worst sides of her and bring them out for the world to see. For as long as she could remember, he had never called her by her name, and she was never allowed to call him her father. Your Majesty was the only way to address him, and she was labeled so brutishly Girl. Her childhood was a short one, filled with discipline and quiet that was demanded of her. At the age of 5, the training began. And abruptly, listening to a young girl bawling her eyes out as she limped back into her room became a normal occurrence. The King of Wrath allowed her no comforts. Her room was bare, save for her newly brandished weapons, and her personal healing kit to help her along, she was allowed no contact to others besides her mother, who was far from comfort in itself, and her father. And on occasion, trainers to teach her strategy and techniques the king didn't have the patience for. After years, her crying stopped. Her soft features seemed to only harden and sharpen as much as her blade. Her begging for it all to stop, gone completely, as her strained words turned to cold and venomous ones. At 17, she was made a warrior, not a princess. She was hardened with the painful spars and beatings her father delt out, her body littered with more scars than a seasoned knight, much like her mind. He brought her along with him to fight against the army of a neighboring land, to lay claim to their country, and to put her skill in place. There she met perhaps the first person to treat her like a human being. Her father's general, Klaus Visc. He was a grizzled man, clearly having worked alongside her father for many years, with grey peppered hair, and a long jagged scar running along his right eye. She remembers it clearly when she first met him, she nearly broke his wrist when he stuck it out to shake. She worried him, every step of the way he resisted against his King to allow her to do something so dangerous of his only heiress, how she was treated by him disturbed him to the very core, and despite his orders to leave her be, he couldn't help by try to grow close to her like no one ever had before. Octavia found it childish for her to actually wish to be by his side, to enjoy anyone else's presence besides her own, but there was only so much she could handle by being on her own. It was foolish of her to fall in love with a man 10 years her senior. But she did, she fell hard and deeply for Klaus. And to say it plainly, she paid the price for it. They had fought alongside each other for 3 years, growing closer, fighting with new purpose, no longer for the Kingdom, but for each other. It seemed like a dream to her, to have someone, all to herself, to adore and have care for her even with the constant torment she still suffered from the painful people around her.

Until her father seemed to finally pay attention. It was as quickly as that, she was ripped away from her position, he did what he thought was the best to discipline her, a burning brand on her neck of a mark of strength. She hadn't seen Klaus since then, the last she ever had of him came weeks after their final wave of the territory. His sword, his broken armor, and a silence that shattered what was left of her heart. Had her father not been killed alongside him, she was sure she would have done it herself. She rose to power shortly after, seeing as her mother was too incompetent to do so herself. Becoming the Queen her father always wanted.

|Other|

Octavia, having been traumatized with them after finding a nest in her bed at 6, can NOT stand the sight of a rat.

She's incredibly well versed in the art of hand to hand combat, a raw mixture of martial arts and something entirely new her father taught her that helps her attack like a beast, without a clear (or obvious rather) method and quick response.

Recently, she's found out that much like her, her mother was shattered mentally by the King. She hardly does a thing on her own, and Octavia spends a bit of time each day reading to her and attempting to get a reaction out of her.

She's a very terrible sleeper, having been taught to be prepared to fight to defend her life at any moment has more or less left a bad imprint on her sleep pattern.

Alcohol eases a lot of pain, so it's no surprise when she's on her own duties and on her free time to find her drunk out of her mind.

Octavia hates crying, and she hasn't done so since Klaus had been killed, the last of her mourning over the warmth she can't have.

"I'm sure that losing this finger would help you in realizing how to properly point it at someone, I take no false claims in my court."

"Was it worth it? To think for a moment you didn't have to be alone?"

"Get rid of it, he bothers me."

(ooo my first genderbend~)