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General Octavius
Overview
There are few things in life the General does not take seriously. When you've been born with a role and a path to follow... well, what choice do you have but to follow it? Octavius treats his role with a sense of pride, working hard to ensure everything under his control runs as smoothly as possible. Whether it comes to training new recruits, or commanding more seasoned soldiers on the battlefield, he's always on top of it.
At least, that's what he tells himself. For the last decade, some have noted that the General's composure's been slipping a little bit. Almost as if there's something on his mind? What could it be...
This profile is a WIP. When it is completed, this blurb will be replaced with a real quote.
Basics
Different Forms
- A tall standing individual with a strong face and a long, rather fluffy mane of bright red hair, though at its roots it's black in color. Two distinct strands of shorter hair puff up from the front near where his hair is pushed back, almost akin to antennae themselves. Alongside strong sideburns, he's quite proud of his facial hair; black in color, and perfectly maintained.
- As expected of any vermivicis military general, his form is large and muscular. His gently tanned skin is marred with scars all over the place, though the most noticeable one scratches down the left side of his face; it cuts down through where his left eye would have been before arching right over the bridge of his nose. He doesn't like showing the scar tissue of his missing eye, and keeps it covered with an eyepatch.
- His remaining eye is bright blue in color, with a white circle around the pupil glowing steadily like a fire.
- His chest, arms, and legs are all covered in a dark hair.
- Always wears a large coat over his shoulders, and his shirt is never properly buttoned. Some reckon it was because he gave up halfway through, others say it's because he likes to show off.
- His left arm is usually clad in a large, armored gauntlet; silver in color, with sharp claws on the tip of every finger. It churns with a powerful sort of vermivicis energy, as if it, too, is capable of altering its form.
- Stands even taller than his human form. Four arms, two legs, a long tail with a large tuft of fluff at its tip. Each arm has three fingers, and each leg, digitigrade with two toes at the base and one by the heel, is thin and agile; slightly thicker than the average vermivicis, as he's built for strength in addition to dexterity.
- Tail is prehensile, hiding a bunch of tendrils within its fluff; he will not hesitate to utilize it on the battlefield.
- A large part of his body is covered in a thick, fluffy red fur, though it's a darker color on his snout, hands, feet, and tail tip. The black gently fades into the red, like the limbs of a fox. Down his back is a marbled pattern like that of a tabby cat, a darker red spattering his fur with tiger stripes down the length of his back all the way to the dip of his tail.
- Within his mouth are rather sharp teeth, alongside a pointy quad-tongue capable of piercing all types of flesh.
- Sticking up from atop his fluffy head is a long pair of fluffy black antennae. In this form, too, he lacks his left eye, though he doesn't wear an eyepatch to hide it; the scar rips down the left side of his face and across the bridge of his snout, though the fur has grown back where his eye used to be. Alongside this, there are several other scars cutting into his body.
- Very similar to the anthro form, except much, much smaller.
- A long, flexible centipede like creature with ten pairs of legs.
- Sports the sharp teeth and piercing quad-tongue meant to invade the nervous system of host creatures, with sharp little claws intended to latch on with.
- Same coloring as anthro, with a pretty tabby-like pattern traveling down the entire length of his body.
Personality
Traits
- A dependable worker
- Determined
- Genuinely cares about those under his charge
- ...even if he claims he doesn't
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- Holds onto grudges
- Incredibly stubborn
- Short temper
- Shoves others away
Favorites
Demeanor
It is borderline impossible for him to sit still. He's always got to find something to do, whether it be small tasks around the battleship, commanding grunts around when they're doing just fine by themselves, or simply throwing a bouncy ball at the wall.
Quick to anger, Octavius often acts first and thinks later. You'll know you've fucked up when you hear him shouting across the room... you'll also know you've succeeded when you hear nothing at all. He's the kind of man who makes quite the stink about his emotions when they're negative, but when he's got good things to say? Well, the silence speaks quite clearly. No notes. Carry on.
Affection and Octavius do not belong in the same sentence. It's true that he feels rather strong emotions at time, and he does care for quite a lot of people in his life... but he'd be damned if he ever made it clear. Truth be told, he's incredibly touch starved, but that's not something he's ever going to admit. Octavius expresses his affection in the same way he expresses his problems- with loud words and demanding tones.
Likes
- Order & Obedience
- Meat-based dishes
- Those who take responsibility for their actions
- Loyalty & Honor
- Sweet foods
- Rock Music
Dislikes
- Disloyalty & Disrespect
- Animals that scratch up the sofa
- Ungrateful attitude
- Practically anyone who doesn't agree with him
- Hot weather
- Tight spaces
Fears
- Losing his title
- Loss his purpose
- Becoming weak
- Getting stuck in a space-storm
- Unconventional, slimy aliens
- Losing his other eye lol
Hobbies
- Working out
- Drinking
- Visiting Space Malls
- (...banned from Space Malls)
- Content
- Yelling at the wall
Design notes
- Like the rest of his species, his eye will always have a glowing white circle around their pupils. This persists in every form he takes.
- Like the rest of his species, his fur will puff and deflate depending on his emotions. This persists across all forms, and affects his hair as a human.
- His alien form only has 2 fingers/toes and 1 thumb on each hand/foot. His true form has tiny little 2-fingered nubbins.
- His alien form is covered in tabby stripes!
- The two strands of hair near the hairline are meant to mimic antennae.
- The armor he wears is not a prosthetic. It collapses into a small wrist-band, should he need it to.
Eye
Hair
Skin
Extra
Childhood
- Vermivicis are hatched with certain colors for certain roles. Red fur happens to signify Military Leadership.
- As such, Octavius was never given a choice.
- He was pretty large for a baby vermivicis.
For Octavius, life started as it would for any other vermivicis of his fur-color. Whisked away from the hatchery as soon as he was able to open his eyes, he was near instantly thrust into the life of Vermivican Bootcamp. From the moment his little fuzzy head could retain even a singular thought, the lessons began.
He was taught the importance of military tactics and battle strategies, and how he should behave before the other soldiers that would soon be under his command. The strict regimen of a hardened soldier was mixed into his life from day one, as was to be expected. What was it like, to have a childhood where you were valued as an individual, rather than another cog to the machine?
That's not a thought he had ever stopped to think about. To him, it's all he's ever known, and all that he's ever wanted. He would work hard to climb the ranks and reach the role he was bred to fill, and that's all that need be said. Didn't need anybody breaking the regime that's stood for hundreds of years. If it wasn't broken, why change it?
At least, that was his thought process until that runt of a Diplomat came into the picture. With such a small and fragile frame, he was fortunate to be born with the white fur he had; any other color, and they might have tossed him into the incinerators before he'd even opened his eyes. And yet... he'd not been comfortable with the cushy life they'd provided him.
Octavius could only roll his eyes when they approached him one day, informing him that the Diplomat Marcellus's begging had come to fruition. He really wanted to leave the comfortable life he'd been given for this? And he would be serving beneath him, of all Generals?
Well then. If he wanted his life to be more difficult, then he was surely going to make it so. Life in the military wasn't easy, and that little brat best be prepared for it.
Betrayal
- Octavius lost his left eye thanks to an unruly subordinate... if anyone asks, he'll tell them to "mind their fucking business."
- Not covered in this story is all the lives they ruined by going from planet to planet :'D
- Vermivicis are assholes
It was long after curfew. It wasn't unusual for Marcellus to be found sneaking around, coming to bother the General from his rare few hours of shut eye. Sometimes he just wanted the company and, sometimes, Octavius didn't really mind it.
But when Marcellus snuck into his chambers tonight, he could just sense that the energy was different. There was a change in the air and, until the words left Marcellus' lips, he hadn't been sure what it was.
He was leaving. He'd packed a bag, and he... wanted Octavius to come with him.
His jaw clenched tight as he glowered down at the small individual he'd come to respect over the years. All this respect just for him to turn tail and flee? A growl rose in his throat as he listened to the sour words spoken - leave the Command that's given them everything?
With a heavy anger boiling deep within his chest, Octavius spoke as he always did - with mean words and little thought for how they came across. It would be a stupid, foolish endeavor to run away, and Marcellus ought to know how severe the consequences of his actions would be.
It would seem, however, that he did not care. For Marcellus intended to leave with or without the General, and he'd brought a blade with him tonight.
Where Marcellus had gotten it from, he didn't know. How he'd managed to get the upper hand, Octavius will always be embarrassed to admit... yet it happened anyways. By the time he'd come to his senses, he'd been knocked onto the floor, holding one of his arms to his face as blood dripped down between his fingers. As his gaze blurred, no longer being able to see out of one of his eyes at all, he watched as the short, white-furred figure retreated around the corner.
That was the last time he'd ever seen the traitorous bastard.
Present
- In case it isn't clear, Octavius holds hella grudges
- He gets out of bed in the morning and immediately takes out his anger on a punching bag. Nice morning routine.
- Don't get in the way. He has no brakes.
Even in the trance he'd been knocked into, he knew what had happened, and if he hadn't... he knew once alarms had started blaring throughout the station. He'd rushed to the controls as fast as he could, joining the security officers that had for some reason been asleep on duty. Despite the alarms blaring in the background, they seemed quite hazy still.
Octavius berated them as he would anyone else, and yet they denied ever falling asleep. But there was no time to argue with them- he'd seen the culprit behind the alarms. Confronted him beforehand. Wherever Marcellus was going, it was certainly nowhere good. It was not the reliable soldier he'd come to know and trust, that's for certain.
Despite the blaring alarms and the sighting he'd encountered, they failed to apprehend Marcellus. He'd escaped with one of their larger ships, complete with the highest level cloaking equipment. The chase wasn't worth it. It would take a lot of dumb luck and wasted time to track that motherfucker down.
In the coming days, they surveyed the losses to their supplies. That grimy little Diplomat had managed to snag just about a little of everything. He'd taken the supplies to keep himself going for months, wherever it was he was heading, and he'd taken the equipment to get there safely. Not only had he taken all of that... but he'd escaped with Octavius's pride completely shattered and wrecked.
He would pay for his crimes. Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, perhaps not even in the next few years... but he'd pay alright.
General Octavius will ensure it.
Combat
Weaknesses
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- Slower on his feet
- Shapeshifting too much tires him
- May or may not fall for bait
- Not bullet proof tbh
- Prioritizes others over self in the end
Skills & abilities
High-tech PUNCH
The armor he wears is not just for show. It's made of a rather hefty yet flexible metal found within the depths of one of the Vermivicis's many colony planets. It's built to shift alongside him, equipped with sharp, clawed talons meant to rip and tear at the flesh of his enemies. Not only that, but the punch itself from such a gauntlet is quite painful, considering the foreign energy that flows through its core.
Shapeshifting
Like all the other vermivicis shapeshifters, Octavius has the ability to alter his form at will. He cannot shift into a form whose DNA he hasn't seen, though he's got his fair share of options to choose from with all the places the Command has taken him. As a fighter who relies on his strength and overall prowess, he prefers to shift into large, commanding creatures to take control over situations where it's necessary. This includes shifting parts of his body to be sharper and more dangerous, or altering his form to provide abilities to give him the upperhand in battle. Overuse of this ability can be tiring.
Parasitic control
All of the vermivicis share this ability. As their true forms are small and dependable, the ability to control larger, more useful species is coded into their survival. The vermivicis is equipped with teeth sharp enough to latch onto their victim's body. Combined with the firm grasp of their twenty tiny digits and the prehensile tail they all sport, they are quite a difficult foe to shake. Within their mouths are sharp, tendril-like tongues meant to drill into nervous systems. This ability is often used as a last ditch effort to gain control over a fleeting situation, as Octavius prefers to stay in larger, more powerful forms if he can.
BASTARD. A rat bastard, that's what he is. He took his eye, he ruined his pride, he stomped all over his heart. Octavius will not rest until his traiterous prissy Diplomat is found and taught a lesson.
As angry as he is, he cannot stop his mind from wandering... why had Marcellus acted in the way he did? Why did he run away, and steal from them so? Perhaps one day he'll have his answers... and his revenge.
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