Octavian

Sulking alone, there is an old, battle-scarred Imperial dragon. He's the commander of the local militia, protecting the land from Beastclans and dragons with ill intent. Though the town has had some battles of its own, it's clear that Octavian used to serve a much more active force than the one he serves currently. The stories he chooses not to tell weigh on his heart, though assuaged on occasion by the friendly local Circus. Despite his distanced, strict nature, Octavian cares deeply for this town he's found himself in. After patrolling the land, he makes sure every individual in the town is doing fine, having formal little chats and beverages with the townsfolk. Should danger arise, he'll protect his people until the last breath.

OCTAVIAN Militia Commander [url=]enter anthem here[/url] Strength ██████████ Charisma ██████████ Emotional Stability ██████████ Self Discipline ██████████ Intelligence ██████████ rpg stat code by maximum124 #37809 [img]dragon image[/img] Dragon

OLD BIO
As you approach Octavian, the Imperial suddenly stops and stares you down harshly. "I was not aware of guests," he growls, lowering his ears at you. "State your business or be gone." Clearly, Octavian was the master of friendliness, and it was a wonder why he was the clan's Defender and not the clan's Greeter. Though it doesn't seem wise to be flippant around Octavian, so you put on a diplomatic and polite attitude.

While opening your mouth to reply, another dragon rushes up next to Octavian and whispers something to him. Octavian narrows his eyes and scoffs through his mask, but settles down. "So... about me?" he asks quietly. "I shan't tell you more than is required, so be thinking of where to go next after myself."


I am the Omnipotent Malady's Defender, keeping away the Beastclans and... {he looks sharply at you} keeping outsiders outside.