Full Name: Octavia Pirro-rua Elesien
Race: Urandrum
True Age: Ancient
Apparent Age: 26
Powers & Special Abilities: Powers of the Urandrum
Octavia Elesien was once a Reborn Human. She was
born in Babylon twenty-six years before Alexander the Great conquered the
Persian’s in 331BC with King Darius III at its head. She is indeed a very old
soul, but a lost and tormented soul that had long yearned for her dead lover.
Her lover was none other than King Darius III. Although Octavia remembers Darius
well, there was not much else she remembers of her ancient life. Memories came
on a whim, but most of them were riddled with obscurity, leaving her with only
pieces of an enigmatic puzzle that she could hardly ever place. One year after
the murder of King Darius by a Bactrian satrap, Octavia took her own life by
skewering herself on a sword. Her suicide led to her decension into the
Marakian Dimension where she hid from the Archons—some who were spellbound by
her beauty—for nine years, in the Land of Brada. During this time, Octavia also
searched for Darius, hoping with everything in her that he too was sent to such
a place. She wanted nothing more than to be reunited with him, with his dark and
ruling eyes, the eyes that had seen many women, but only saw Octavia as the one
he loved.
He was never found in the Marakai and Octavia eventually grew not to care what
became of her there. She ventured out of hiding, and as expected, was captured
by the Archons. Zarak Un-ahkina, a lead Archon demon of the Bradanian Tribes,
fell in love with Octavia, but any who know an Archon’s love know most do not
love the way a human would want it. Zarak was possessive and sometimes cruel,
keeping Octavia locked in his tower, bound at the hands and feet. Any living
thing that so much looked in her direction was put to death instantly. Octavia,
hardhearted and broken, submitted to Zarak, giving in when he ravaged her and
even bearing him one child—it seemed that Octavia was practically barren. But
never did she resist. Never did she reject him openly. She had given up long ago
and only seeing Darius again would ever bring the spark back into her eyes.
Eventually, Zarak was murdered by his enemies who wanted his place in
leadership, and Octavia was set free. The new Archon leader did not have it in
mind to keep her, he had no interest in her and captivity was not his way. So,
Octavia left Brada and went to Airis-Ivis where she became an Ivian gypsy. She
was cared for by the humans in the tribe, but she was never herself. She
remained in isolation; only talking to the woman that she called ‘mother’ and a
few others that thought the world of her.
When
the Marakai was opened, everything changed. Even the gypsies of the Ivian tribe
fled from the Marakai and into the world, leaving Octavia behind, for she could
not be found when the Four Marakian Beasts emerged from the shadows of the Earth
and trampled everything in their paths. Octavia fled as well, seeking the
gateway into the world through treacherous mountains and unforgiving desert
sands. She made through the gate in Wales where she fell to her knees on the
other side and did not awake until days later. She was in an unknown place,
laden with books and arches and impressive stone buildings. She had been taken
to Greece.
But the most mysterious parts of her existence began before her journeys through
Scotland. Strange hooded people had come to her one evening and presented her
with a red stone. After taking possession of this stone, Octavia began hearing
voices inside her head. They were real voices, not the voices of an insane mind.
Odd runic designs started appearing on her skin and whenever she would
experience certain strong human emotions, these runes would glow. Octavia met
two humans by the names of Channing Costorari and Ares Marsayas in the heart of
Scotland one evening and from there, things took a turn for the worst. Octavia
knew it was because of her that the village of West Gate in Scotland was
devastated by a great flood. And that was the last time she saw her new friends.
They were sucked into blackness by some great unknown force, and Octavia was
left alone. It was on the road to Constantinople where Octavia met a noble man
by the name of Markus Valerious. She was to stay in his camp that evening to
rest before she set out to find the gateway into the Marakai and go back to the
place she felt she truly belonged—the Marakian Dimension called to her. But this
new friendship was also cut short as Octavia began to ‘change’ right in front of
Markus and his men. She fell to her knees, gripping her head and screaming out.
Her skin began to ripple and flake, her eyes changed from the copper-brown to a
red so intense that it matched the red in her runes. “Sata! Den’a houn-ah heen
bein’-dine!” The sky began to churn shades of crimson and dark purple. The men
at the camp all leapt up, looking above in awe and worry, grasping their weapons
and readying themselves for whatever it was.
Octavia dripped in sweat. Tears of blood and salt like that of a humans,
streamed down her beautiful face. Horns began to protrude from her skull, and
her fingernails became as black talons. Blood spewed from the wounds, and then
she took to her feet. She looked straight at Markus, and what was in her
expression was both sorrow and confusion. Truly, she did not know what was
happening to her. Then she screamed so piercingly loud that it rocked the minds
of the men. There was a low, guttural growl in her chest, and then she took off
through the forest, far away from the camp. To where, she did not know, but all
that she saw before her was blackness. Complete and utter blackness. It was not
long after that Octavia had become a Urandrum demoness. All along she had been a
‘Becoming’, living her Reborn Life as a human, but with many secrets that not
even she knew existed. Octavia woke up to a new life and her past she now cannot
remember—not even that of Darius—nor does she feel there ever was one.
Now, Octavia has become ‘Octavia Pirro-rua Elesien’, named by the Urandrum
Elder, Tripathi Rua. But Octavia has yet to know her purpose as an Ancient
Demon of the Underworld. She was sent out to find that out on her own with no
direction and no warning. She has lost most human emotions, save for those that
might be considered human, but are truly only another form of the emotions
themselves. She already knows the ways of her new race, and very little of her
old self still lingers. Octavia is both spiteful and playful, seductive and
cunning. She finds no other being as attractive as those of her kin and she has
no tolerance for Urandrum blasphemers. Though, unlike other Urandrum, she has
had no desire yet to seek them out and destroy them. She would rather play with
them first. Octavia loves the Underground World as much as she does the outside
Marakai, but there is something missing…and she is determined to find it.
Her powers? She only so far has the natural Urandrum abilities, but she will
certainly work on building up her supply.