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Post by Octavia Blake on Sept 27, 2020 20:38:40 GMT
Octavia had sort of expected Lincoln to know why he hadn't killed her. This man, who clearly understood more of life than she did, had to have answers to so many questions. She didn't know what to say when he had no more answer to it than she did. Maybe it was fate or destiny. When she was little, she'd beg Bellamy for stories. Some of them were fairy tales, others from Earth that was, and others grounded in their own reality. The ones she liked best were the ones where the characters took charge of their own stories - daring knights and brave heroines who made the world what they wanted it to be. The fairy tales, with their fairy godmothers and magic and destinies, mystified her. Was there really some greater power making things happen? Were things really meant to be, or did they just happen? Or did they only happen when you make them happen? So she wasn't sure she believed in fate, but there was a reason behind what they were both making happen. As if in answer to her thoughts, he offered a reason, and she immediately felt offended. "An easy target?" she echoed. "I'm not an-" But she was cut off when he spun her around and pressed her against a tree. Every affronted thought she had instantly vanished like smoke, replaced with fire. Fire along her body, blood pumping quick through her veins. He was playing with her, sure, but she thought she could see that he felt the intensity of their closeness too. "Just my safety?" she asked, surprised to find that she could still speak. "That doesn't explain everything you've done." She lifts her free arm, fingers trailing along the skin of his arm. His skin is warm, and she can feel the muscles underneath the flesh. She doesn't struggle now, instead relishing the closeness and pressure of his body against hers, even the rough feel of the bark against her shirt and skin. Her eyes look into his, her face barely an inch from his. "So what else do you have an interest in, Lincoln?"
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Post by Octavia Blake on Jul 13, 2020 2:17:41 GMT
Octavia barely had the chance to start returning Lincoln's small smile before he moved. His hand lashed out to catch her and she stumbled forward, far more unprepared for the motion than she would have thought. Then her hand was pressed against her own back and he was behind her. He moved so easily, as if he'd done that sort of move dozens of times. Maybe he had. The ease of it for him reminded her of how dangerous he was, but it didn't scare her. It thrilled her. Testing his hold, Octavia struggled for a moment to pull her arm free. In response, pain lanced up her arm and she got no closer to having more freedom. She already knew he was strong. She could learn that too, something she hadn't realized that she wanted to learn until she met him. A tingle went through her as Lincoln spoke, his lips by her ear. She was aware of every place her body touched his, and it made it a little hard to follow all of his words and keep on the subject of fighting. Of course, his bluntness helped. She winced a little when he jabbed a finger into her back, struggled again against his hold with no more success than before. "You know quite a lot about killing," she said, part compliment laced with just a hint of fear. He could easily hurt her. He could easily kill her. But she also knew that if he had actually wanted to, she would have been dead a long time ago. He was instead going to be the reason she didn't die, the reason that she would know how to get out of this hold and do it to someone else. A smile returned to her lips at his last words. "I am lucky," she agreed. She turned her head to look up at him, aware that it exposed the neck he could so easily slit. "Why didn't you kill me anyway? Or let me die when you could have?"
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Post by Octavia Blake on Feb 12, 2020 22:19:11 GMT
Octavia listened to the woman when she advised her not to move, but at the mention of stitches, instinctively reached down to touch her painful side. She flinched, but felt the bumpy string and cut flesh that was there. She ignored the urge to look at it and see. She wasn't a healer, but she bet that how well they'd worked on healing her depending on how much of a threat they though she could be. "He's probably gone," Octavia muttered in English when the woman said they hadn't found anyone. Of course Penn was gone. Maybe killed, but probably not. Octavia had seen him fight, and he was good. Most likely, he got away and left her there. Had he actually told Indra what happened, and Trikru went to look for her? Or had he considered her lost and left it at that? She still hadn't gotten that far toward proving herself to anyone, and while she was sure Indra would look for her - or at least send someone to - she wasn't sure about anyone else. When the woman asked about the mission, Octavia rubbed her sore head to buy a moment from answering. She couldn't trust this woman yet, not until she understood who she was and where she was. At the second question, she considered a moment before deciding it was safe to answer. Clans were large enough that it had to be impossible to know everyone's name in a neighboring one. "Octavia," she responded. She knew enough of the clans to know that you usually gave the clan name too, but she still wasn't sure where she was. "It is from a spear. The two of us were attacked. They came out of nowhere."Octavia glanced at the water when it was offered. She was so thirsty - but she probably shouldn't. Anything could be in there. Yet... if they wanted her to die, they had lots of chances to make that happen. They could kill her wide awake in this bed and she probably couldn't stop them, so the water was probably safe. She lifted it, adjusted herself painfully, and took a long drink. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at the woman again. "So you found me alone? Where am I, and who are you? How do I know that it wasn't your people that attacked us?"
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Post by Octavia Blake on Feb 11, 2020 20:09:15 GMT
Octavia wasn't ready to lie down in those pods just yet. She knew she's have to, just like everyone else, but lying in a pod for ten years terrified her. It wasn't the technology that scared her, although it probably should. She trusted her own fists more than some piece of tech, but she was sure everyone would probably pull through cryo just fine. Ships like this, like the Ark, they worked. They worked because they had to, and because the people that depended on them needed them to. No, Octavia was terrified because of what she'd go through while she slept. Did they dream in there? It seemed only logical that they would. The last thing in this universe that Octavia Blake wanted to do was be stuck in her own head. For a decade. Being awake was torture enough. At least with her eyes open, she might be able to find a way to make it stop. To stop seeing the deaths. To stop seeing everything she had done. Octavia sat at one of the tables in what she assumed was the common eating area of this place. Her hands were clasped in front of her on the table, one leg jiggling absentmindedly. She was looking at her clasped hands, but saw nothing. She heard chatter from the others, movements, preparations, but she didn't want to see. A shape moved to sit across from her, bringing her unfocused eyes back in for a moment. It was Echo. Echo, the spy who'd failed to spy for her. The spy who took the easy way out with the other defectors. The spy who also could have stopped the destruction that Octavia brought her people into. And the spy that loved her brother. She didn't know why Echo was coming over to her, but she didn't think it was for any good reason. Blodreina was hated by nearly everyone. "Just say it and get it over with," she said flatly, returning her gaze to her own hands. "No reason for me to keep you from your beauty sleep."
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Post by Octavia Blake on Feb 8, 2020 21:29:15 GMT
Octavia saw them at the back of her vision almost every moment: the dead. Her dead. Her responsibility. Her fault. She had lead them into that valley with a taste for blood and a need to conquer, and had left the valley with only the taste of death on her tongue. One would think that after having watched so many deaths, after taking so many lives herself, she would be used to it - but no. It never got easier. Every death weighed on her, and the deaths in the valley especially so. She didn't kill them, but she might as well have. And now, she would sleep with those who survived for ten years. Although it seemed to bother very few people, Octavia herself was terrified of the thought. Would she have ten years of dreams? Of nightmares? Would she be stuck in that valley, or stuck above the fighting pit, watching death for year after year? She could have asked one of the prisoners aboard this ship, but she didn't trust any of them. Although, truly, she trusted hardly anyone at all. She doubted anyone trusted her anymore, least of all those she loved. Octavia sat on top of the bed that was supposed to be hers for years, loosely hugging her knees to her chest. Around her, several other talked and joked, said goodbyes as if they were just going to be gone for a day or so. They largely ignored Octavia, which was for the best. She didn't know what she would say to them, and didn't want to hear what they would say to her. A familiar voice broke in through their talk, and she looked over to see Clarke approaching her. If there was anyone else she could blame for those deaths, she wanted it to be Clarke. Clarke had made the deal to save herself and a girl above hundreds of other lives. She had ruined the surprise attack that surely would have brought victory for Wonkru, but instead brought death. Octavia couldn't argue that Madi's life was important, that she had done a better job at unifying everyone in a few minutes than Octavia had done in months in the bunker. But it would feel so good to put the blame on her instead, to push it off of herself for even a moment. "Not sure she would have doomed hundreds of people to die to save us," Octavia responded evenly. It wasn't something she knew for sure, but it didn't sound like Aurora Blake. There were things she had done for them that Bellamy wouldn't even talk to her about, but she was a gentle person. She turned her gaze away from Clarke, looking instead at the empty cryo beds across from her. "I was all they had. You had one life to protect. I had hundreds."Turns out she couldn't make herself blame Clarke, even to feel better. She didn't deserve to feel better, but she needed something else to focus her own anger on. Her gaze turned back to Clarke, her features now becoming a little more animated. "Why bring my mother up anyway? You didn't know her. And maybe you forgot, but I'm the reason she's dead too." If she'd thought she hadn't been able to feel more pain right then, she was wrong. Even though she'd said it, the memory sent another stab of pain through her heart. "Is Madi going to pay you back the same way some day?"
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Post by Octavia Blake on Feb 8, 2020 20:51:15 GMT
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Indra had sent her and Penn with a message for Trishanakru. Mount Weather was becoming more of a threat every day, and it was becoming clear that the clans needed to get involved. Indra had sent her with a preliminary message for Trishanakru to discuss the matter and made Penn go with her. It felt a lot like babysitting, but at least for now, Octavia knew better than to complain. She still had a lot to prove to Indra, and she intended to do just that. Close to the border, they were attacked. Still learning how to differentiate one clan from another, she wasn't sure who attacked them. She slipped into her warrior mode, calling on everything Lincoln and Indra had taught her. She felt so alive when she was fighting, like she had finally found the thing that she was meant to do. All of her life, she hadn't excelled at anything really, mostly because she hadn't been given much change. But out here, with a weapon in her hand, she felt free. She felt strong. Despite all of that, a spear caught her in the side and a fist exploded across her face, and all went dark. Now, she awoke in a place she was sure she had never been before. Fabric rippled above her in wind she couldn't feel, and it smelled different. She wasn't in Tondc, and she wasn't beneath the trees she had last seen, so where was she? A voice spoke nearby, and Octavia turned her head in that direction. It was a woman, one she didn't recognize. She was clearly a Grounder, with long brown hair and an intense gaze. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under that gaze and tried to sit up, sending a bolt of white hot pain along her side. She cried out involuntarily and sank back down onto the cot. The words spoken to her took several moments to sink into Octavia's brain. They were Grounder words, the language bother familiar and unfamiliar. She brows furrowed for a moment while her foggy brain extracted their meaning, then relaxed. "I had a mission," she responded with a little effort. Clearing her throat, she continued in a stronger voice. "Where am I? Where's the man - Penn - that I was with?" Not everyone was a friend of Trikru, and saying too much could get her into trouble. She didn't understand much about clan politics except to know that everything was complicated, and friends and foes weren't always fixed.
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Post by Octavia Blake on Jan 9, 2020 22:11:46 GMT
Earth was a dream. Everything about it was better than Octavia could have ever imagined. She loved the smells and the sounds and the way everything moved, whether night or day. She had the urge to roam it, to discover everything that there was to discover here. It was all so open and free, when all that she had ever known was small spaces and rules. They could make anything of themselves here. She could be anyone she wanted to be. The only thing standing in her way was big brother, still trying to keep her under the floor if he could. But then again, Bellamy was a pretty busy man these days. Night had only begun to fall, and Octavia found herself drawn to the fire. This, too, was wonderful, even if they made it. Who'd have really thought that the things Charles Pike was teaching them would be useful only a few months later? She'd actually enjoyed the class, though really she had been excited by the fact that she was with other kids and learning something other than what books and Bellamy could teach her. She should have paid more attention to what he was saying. But she'd learn what she needed to out here. A voice spoke next to her, and Octavia turned her eyes from the fire to the speaker. Roma. She'd tried to learn most of the names of the kids down here, but that was about where her knowledge of most of them ended. Smiling, she accepted the proffered water canteen. "Thanks," she said, unscrewing the lid and taking a sip. She wasn't particularly thirsty, but it seemed like the thing you should do if someone offers you a canteen of water. Especially if you want to make friends. Octavia screwed the lid back on and offered it back to Roma. "What was... what like?"
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Post by Octavia Blake on Nov 6, 2019 18:55:45 GMT
A sudden voice behind Octavia made her jump and spin around. Of course. She had tried to be quiet on the way here - both to keep her fellow Arkers asleep and sneak up on Lincoln. But she didn't move like he did. He moved in an entirely different way from anyone she had ever met. Granted, before a few weeks ago, she'd met very few actual people - but none of them were like Lincoln. He led a different life, and that was one of the many, many things that intrigued her about him. Octavia bit her lip and stood, but that couldn't entirely hide the smile that lit her face when she saw him. He was still here, still as real as she remembered him. "A mile away, huh? It'll be half a mile next time," she assured him with a false confidence. Maybe she just had to study Lincoln more, a prospect she certainly didn't mind. If he let her, if that kiss meant as much to her as it did to him, then there was so much that she could learn from him. And as long as Bell and the others had no idea, they had nothing but time. "How would you do it?" she asked, fighting the urge to take a step forward by planting one leg behind her. "Kill me, that is. If you weren't you. How would you do it?" Octavia raised fisted arms near her chest, and tried to prepare her body like she guessed you were supposed to. It would be an understatement to say that she didn't know how to fight, but she'd seen some fights. Some of the other kids she landed with down here had gotten into fights, and some of them didn't seem half bad at it. She'd watched, although took no part in them herself. More importantly, though, she'd seen kids get really hurt. The spears in Jasper and Roma. Slit throats at camp. Murphy hanging. She wasn't going to be the next one something happened to.
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Post by Octavia Blake on Nov 6, 2019 18:34:56 GMT
I'm stuck too! It's been too long since I watched the early seasons, haha. If you have an idea you want to start with, you can start a thread and I'll join in. Otherwise, maybe they can meet AU somewhere while Octavia is just spending a lot of time in the woods (as she does)?
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 25, 2019 18:03:52 GMT
Awesome, I'd love to, Malia! I'm pretty open to whatever if you had a specific character in mind, canon or AU.
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 23, 2019 17:06:32 GMT
Octavia couldn't get that kiss out of her mind. It wasn't just because kissing was still a wonderful, fantastically new thing she could do outside of lockup and her hole under the floor. It wasn't just because Bellamy would kill the man if he found out - although that did lend a certain excitement to it. No, it was something about the man, about Lincoln. If she told anyone about the kiss he had given her as she was helping him escape, they would have told her a million different reasons for it. That he was a Grounder. That he was taking advantage of her. That it doesn't mean anything to him. But Octavia knew it was so much more than that. It was early morning, and the sun had only just started to lighten the sky. Many of the others spent their nights in the dropship or the tents, but Octavia spent hers right out in the open whenever she could. It was glorious to have so much space around her after a lifetime of being cramped and hidden. A benefit this morning was that it was easy to wake up before the others had a chance, and there was someplace she needed to be. Bellamy might have ordered her to stay in the camp, but there was no way she could. There was so much about this new world that she wanted - no needed - to know, and it felt like Lincoln could be the key to that. She had picked her sleeping spot as close to the treeline as she could, and now Octavia used that closeness to slip into the trees silently. Once she was well within the trees, the doubt set in. She wasn't sure if Lincoln would welcome her again, or even if he'd still be there. She didn't really have any reason to believe that he would stay close by, after how the others had tortured him, except that she could feel that he had. He had to have stayed. Octavia chose the path she was mostly sure they had taken on the way back from Lincoln's cave. The sun continued to rise, glimmering off of the leaves and the the flowers. She couldn't help but marvel at it as she walked - the bright, beautiful fullness of it. A smile played on her lips as she walked through this natural world. Anything was preferable to life under the floor, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined. When she spotted the cave's entrance through the trees, she slowed and then stopped. Her eyes squeezed shut as she saw, again, Roma with a spear slicing through her chest. Lincoln probably reset the traps. He's not harmless, she reminded herself. He's violent, I don't know anything about him and... he saved my life. The dull ache in her leg and her healing cut were reminders of that. Lincoln had saved her life twice - three times? Although she'd put herself in danger the third time. That was enough to make anyone curious, to wonder why. Crouching down, Octavia watched the entrance of the cave, waiting for Lincoln to come out or some other sign of life. She wasn't exactly sure what she would do when she saw him, but she knew that this was where she needed to be.
Tag: Lincoln Notes: Sorry if you had another plan, but I just had some muse! Might take me a few posts to really get the feel for Octavia, but I'm excited for this!
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 22, 2019 22:56:52 GMT
Sounds great! I'll try to throw up a starter tomorrow unless you would like to go ahead!
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 21, 2019 20:12:31 GMT
Sounds good to me! Any place you want to start?
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 20, 2019 19:54:59 GMT
Hey everyone! Just posting a thing up here to see if anyone wants to plot with Octavia. I'm up for anything!
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Post by Octavia Blake on Oct 17, 2019 15:50:37 GMT
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.:Name:. Octavia Blake
.:Nick Name:. O (Bellamy only), Girl under the floor, Blodreina (Red Queen), many more
.:Affiliation:. Arker | Delinquent
.:Age:. 17 (at the start of the series) - 23 (by the end of the series thus far)
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.:Physical Appearance:. Octavia has long brown hair, olive skin, and green eyes. After coming to Earth, she has developed a toned, muscled body that she has earned through intense training. She has a tattoo along her right shoulder.
.:Height:. Average; 5'5" ish
.:Portrayed by:. Marie Avgeropoulos
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.:Personality:. When Octavio first landed on the ground, she had an insatiable curiosity and sense of adventure. In many ways, those aspects of her personality have stayed with her, keeping her alive. She is fearless in most things, and always pushes the limits of her capabilities. Although she has forgotten it in the past, Octavia fights fiercely to protect those she cares about and save lives. She is willing to choose the difficult path, even if that means walking alone. She is prone to solving problems with violence, even when something else could work as well.
.:Special Skills:. Skilled fighter, powerful leader
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.:Birthplace:. The Ark
.:Family:. Bellamy Blake (maternal half-brother), Aurora Blake (mother), Indra (mother figure), Lincoln (former boyfriend), Ethan Hardy (dependant)
.:Occupation:. Warrior, Assasin, Blodreina, Indra's Second
.:History:. Octavia was born illegally on the Ark - a second child when families were only allowed one. Her entire childhood was spent hiding from everyone but her mother and brother. She often had to hide under the floorboards when inspections came around. Her mother and brother were her only connection to the outside world, and she longed desperately to be a part of it.
When she was 16, Bellamy found a way to finally let her leave their small home. As an Ark Guard Cadet, he sneaks her out into a Unity Day masquerade party. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced - until everything went wrong. When a solar flare alert requires everyone to show ID, she and Bellamy run. She's caught trying to get back to their room, and spends the next year in lockup.
At 17, there is a plan to send 100 juvenile delinquents down to Earth to test if the land is viable for life. Octavia is one of those 100, and she is eager for the chance to leave the Ark that never wanted her. She loves the new world. One day, she's captured by a Grounder - one who saves her life. His name is Lincoln, and after a rocky start, he teaches her how to be a warrior. As they train, she falls in love with him.
She becomes an important force in attempting to blend Arkers and Grounders together. She learns the language of the Grounders and learns more about their ways. When some of the 100 are trapped in Mount Weather, she is able to help Clarke and the others keep them alive.
Once the rest of the Ark comes down to the ground, it is harder for Octavia to remain on both sides of the fence, and harder for Lincoln to fit in. Lincoln ends up sacrificing himself to help the resistance to Pike's command in Arkadia, which devistates Octavia. She blames Bellamy for it almost as much as Pike, and she kills Pike during the battle against A.L.I.E.
When another spike in radiation threatens to wipe out the Earth's population again, Octavia competes with members of other Grounder crews for the chance at survival of her people. Octavia wins the contest, but instead of allowing only Skaikru to stay in the safe bunker, she decrees that 100 members from every tribe on the Earth will be safe. She becomes the Commander of Wonkru, the mixed assembly of people that remain in the bunker for the seven years that the Earth is unlivable.
While the head of Wonkru, Octavia turns from a forgiving leader to a cold and unforgiving dictator. Nicknamed Blodreina, she forces those who break her laws to fight to the death. Through it all, she is trying to keep her people as one people and keep them alive in the wake of a coup against her. When the bunker is opened, she finds a new enemy of Wonkru in the form of Diyoza and her people. She leads her people in a relentless war against these newcomers for the chance to live on the one piece of viable land that the Earth has. Her war fails, but as the ground becomes unliable again, she saves all she can, urging them to get to the Eligius IV. There, with the rest of those who survived, she enters cryosleep.
When Octavia wakes up, they are flying over a new planet and a new world. She initially treats this as another battle, using her violence to try and carve out a space for her people. After a trip into the Anomaly on this new planet, everything changes. Octavia tries to find redemption for herself - the only way she can now survive.
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