Might put some polish on but complete. [hider=Octus Havelock] [center][color=00BFFF][u][b]Octus Jiwari Symacchus Havelock VIII[/b][/u][/color][/center] [center][color=00BFFF][u][b]Octus the Eighth[/b][/u][/color][/center] [center][color=FF0000][u][b]An Image[/b][/u][/color][/center] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/482860d7-a3e8-4caa-ba50-8b93b2690396.jpg[/img][/center] [hider] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/b805b2cf-64ec-4467-8fb9-a2883255c9cd.jpg[/img] [/hider] Octus joined the circus on August 8 1888. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]Act:[/b][/u][/color] The Seer.[/center] Octus uses his power of prescience to impress the locals and fight the daemon. Although he only sees eight seconds into the future it is both a blessing and a curse. Knowing what happens next is invariably quite useful, however there exist for some things a multitude of outcomes. Without control seeing so many possibilities and attempting to make sense of them is a slippery slope to madness. The benefit of his contract with Magnus and the circus is the retention of his power in a more manageable form. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]Price:[/b][/u][/color][/center] A side effect of his previous long term insanity Octus cannot remember much of the past. Beyond basic instinctual things and muscle memory like reading, writing, and eating he suffers from extreme memory loss. Often within days and sometimes hours forgetting people he has met or places visited. It takes repeated exposure over decades to cement anything into his memory. The small inner circle of the circus is home. Per his contract if Octus chooses to leave the circus doing so is an immediate return to permanent insanity. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]Compulsion:[/b][/u][/color][/center] Octus must follow his curiosity until it is satisfied no matter the danger. Since Octus has such a short memory many things seem curious. Any chance of new discovery could lead to the return of his forgotten memories. No opportunity for such a revelation can be avoided. He will take on any mystery or task he must in order to regain lost time even ifengaged in some other pursuit. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]Why Octus Joined the Circus:[/b][/u][/color][/center] Octus was born with the ability to see into the future. By his teenage years he had been driven insane by the sprawling visions of foresight. Without help or intervention an early grave was rapidly becoming a reality. Crossing paths with the ringleader was, Octus believes, fate. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]A Biography:[/b][/u][/color][/center] As of yet exceedingly little of his life exists in Octus' memory. He holds out hope that travelling the world will reveal more of the past. Octus has a deep connection with the number eight. From his name, year he became a circus member, and breadth of his power everything screams eight to him. The only thing he can recall from his years of madness before the ringleader came along is an ever present image of the number itself. For some reason integral to Octus very existence despite not knowing why. Invariably anything he can possibly do in multiples or subsets of eight is done so. Eating a meal is divided into eight or fewer even numbered bites. Eight stakes to hold down his tent. The 1911 sidearm Octus carries is always loaded with eight rounds and he never leaves it with an odd number after use. With practically his entire past forgotten only Magnus, Aurelia, Theresa, Gowther, a few others and the never ending crusade against daemon kind matter to Octus. Perhaps in time and with continued perseverance he will begin to remember more about his own life. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]A Connection:[/b][/u][/color][/center] The ringleader found Octus living practically as a feral animal in one of the dark corners of New York. Taking pity on the young man Magnus cured his insanity and contained his power to a more manageable state. Thusly the ringleader has complete loyalty from Octus and the use of his gift. [center][color=FF0000][u][b]The Audition[/b][/u][/color][/center] Tristan loves to visit the circus. The performances, the food, and the atmosphere all very exciting and wondrous. His friend Dean had called him to say there was a new troupe in town, an old world circus, that has every sort of act anyone could want to see. Tristan smiles wistfully as he knows Dean goes to the circus as just another place to meet women. He wishes Dean could see him the same way. They are supposed to meet there at 10:30. Dean smooths his hair down again nervous about going out with Tristan alone. They usually go out with friends. When he met Trist for the first time Dean had never considered himself more than passively interested in other men. Lately though it is all he can think about which is why he asked him to the circus. Scanning side to side he finally notices Tristan walking through the crowd and his breath catches in his chest. Trist has worn his lengthy russet hair down for the evening and it suits him quite well. Dean waves at him and lets out a short catcall whistle to tease him about his hair. Tristan hears the whistle and knows it's Dean giving him hell for getting all dressed up for the evening. He can't help it because, tonight he's going to kiss his friend, if he can work of the courage. A few drinks would probably help with that. No need to even look for a bar or vendor Dean is waiting with two mugs of frothy beer already. Smiling Tristan walks up and reaches out for one of the beers focused entirely on staring into Deans' eyes. The flying top hat hits Trist squarely in the chest and sends him sprawling away. Dean whirls enraged to see what idiot threw the hat. Just as he turns away a loud crashing clang deafens him for a moment and he spins back towards Tristan. Between himself and the man he's falling in love with is what appears to be a large bell. Time is moving so slowly it takes a moment to realize what is happening. People are running up from several directions including the circus' strong man apologizing for the flying bell. Out of the corner of his eye Dean sees a dramatically dressed performer retrieve the top hat, check it for damage, and place it back on his head. Tristan is still in shock as people gather and reaches up to grasp his friends hand to get back to his feet. Whoever threw that hat saved his life. Without hesitation he moves closer to Dean intent on this being the moment. Tristan is flabbergasted when Dean crushes him in a hug and kisses him. He almost forgets to kiss him back he's so taken by surprise. The kiss is far too short. Deans' relief at his friends safety was so overwhelming he just could not help himself. Pointing out the man in the hat he tells Tristan that's who saved their evening. Tristan waves and the unnamed performer looks at him quizzically as if he has no idea whats going on. This evening is perfect. He takes Trist's hand and they stroll through the festivities laughing, drinking, loving the circus. [/hider]