Octavia simply watched as events in the club unfolded. There seemed to be an entire underworld associated with the club, rife with threats, blackmail, and probably seduction. Octavia didn't exactly have an eye for seducers, but it seemed like the sort of place in which those things would happen. And it was only the first day.
Well, at least she was somewhat assured that things here wouldn't be boring. Boring was the last thing that Octavia wanted, and already they had decided on a costumed ghost hunt. If that didn't kill her profound ennui, then nothing would. As a matter of fact, being hit with a stapler was almost refreshing in a way. Octavia touched her forehead, and let the throbbing pain shoot through her skull as Charles returned and lobbed an ice pack at her. She caught it this time.
"You know, I do not bite," Octavia scolded Charles, "you may safely hand me things rather than lobbing them at my face."
She winced as she applied the ice, and hissed in pain as she got acclimated to the temperature drop.
"Anyways, I think that going in costume sounds like an absolutely lovely idea. I think I shall have to pick something out, but it should not be too much of a problem."
She was glad that the president agreed to the costume aspect. Octavia still liked dressing up, whether it was in a pretty dress or a costume. She was afraid, however, that it would seem childish if no one else had agreed to it. This way, it was mandatory and Octavia could safely voice her pleasure.
She was also hesitant to voice her pleasure at the introduction of brownies to the party. On one hand, she loved sweets. On the other, she didn't want anybody to think her a glutton. With that in mind, she surreptitiously shuffled towards Mitsuko and the brownies and waited for others to take a few first. Then, she would roll her eyes and have one herself if 'everyone else was going to'. It was the perfect plan.
Octavia continued clutching her forehead for a minute or two as things went on as what she assumed was normal for the club. Before she spoke, she had to gather her wits. Cursing and hollering was not her ideal first impression, so she had to run straight back to the attitude she had in front of the room. She would drag that Octavia back kicking and screaming if she had to, and revise her entrance as best she could. She would show them all the true power of a proper lady; the power to act wonderfully delightful even if you wanted to shout your head off.
"Mm. yes," Octavia managed to grunt, "an ice pack would be, ugh, absolutely lovely, miss club president."
She forced a polite smile onto her lips, and looked around at perhaps the most mismatched group of people she had ever seen. She had trouble imagining that every last one of these people was into the occult, and due to their comments it seemed like the group had its fair share of skeptics like herself. Octavia, of course, didn't believe in such things. She had decided to join on the simple basis that every other club seemed terribly dull and boring, and ghost hunting seemed exciting even if they never saw one.
Octavia looked at Seiko and then at Mitsuko and added, "I will stay afterwards as well, to hear what I missed out on. I will admit my hesitance to listen to a speech that ended in a stapler being lobbed at the door, but I will attribute that to the quality of the person who threw it rather than the quality of the provided information. I am in your care."
Octavia bowed politely, hoping to regain a couple of ojou-points.
Octavia was horribly, horribly late. It was not the cliche 'late for school with toast in your mouth' thing (for she had found her way to the school quite easily and had awoken at a reasonable hour), but she was late for the occult club's first meeting after the school day had ended. Well, it couldn't really be helped considering that this was her first day at a new school. These things were bound to happen, but that didn't excuse it from being terribly rude of her.
She stood in front of the shut door of classroom 2-A, where the occult club was supposedly meeting. She heard what sounded like shouting for a second, and waited for things to calm down a little before she going in.
"Ah, the occult club members certainly are passionate. As expected of such a strange and interesting meeting of characters."
And then, suddenly, there was a profound silence. This was her cue. Octavia opened the door, prepared to stride in with the grace and elegance befitting of a young lady, when she got nailed in the face by a stapler.
"FUCK," she cried out, hissing and holding her forehead. She was prepared for assassins and kidnappers. She had protocols. But she wasn't prepared for that.
"God dammit, shit!"
Octavia stumbled into the room and slammed her back against the wall, howling in pain as she held her forehead. Her entire 'proper young lady' persona crumbled around her as she cursed the way her father taught her. The Texas way.
Appearance: Octavia has the fair porcelain skin, gleaming blue eyes, and spectacular blonde hair that comes to mind when imagining an ideal foreigner. She is slim and somewhat tall for her age at 5’6”, and only wears the most beautiful, expensive, and detailed dresses she can find when not in school. Her naturally wavy, long hair reaches about halfway down her back, and she often adorns it with ribbons and other ornaments.
Personality: Octavia has had quite the sheltered upbringing, and thus tends to conduct herself with a degree of naivety uncommon in girls who are 15 years of age. Although she used to be kind and sweet thanks to her good-natured father bringing her up, Octavia has recently become somewhat jaded and withdrawn. Her kindness and sweetness are still there, but those traits have become muddled in a mire of cynicism after having spent so long watching people trip over themselves to appease her, as if they were animals performing tricks. She lives in a boring world without conflict, problems, or criticism, which is only exacerbated by her own physical and mental excellence.
History: Octavia was raised mostly by her father, as her mother passed away when she was very young. Her father, Richard, was depressed for a while afterwards, but he put on a handsome smile every time Octavia walked into the room. He knew that she deserved kind and loving parenting, and that was what she got. Perhaps it was a bit too kind and loving, however, because Octavia never wanted for anything. If she needed something done, there were people to do it. If she wanted something in a store, it was hers. Richard was the CEO of King Communications (an American cell phone network that merged with a Japanese network to become among the most popular providers in the nation) and her mother Ida was the head designer of the insanely-big-in-Japan clothing brand Kleidungekauft (From which they still receive money even after her passing). Thus, Octavia never really had to worry about anything but school work, which was easy for her because she was naturally smart and athletic. She had friends, too, until the end of middle school. When she entered a private high school, she lost all contact with her middle school friends who, as she had found out after some blunt messages, only really hung out with her because their parents told them to. When it became clear that her father wasn’t giving out bags of money to people who befriended his daughter, they just stopped being her friend. Devastated, Octavia withdrew from the private school and society and shut herself inside her home for a long while. Due to its strict attendance policy, she was kicked out of the private high school and forced into a public school which her father pushed her to try. He’d also told her to try joining a club so that she could make some new friends, as if it was just that easy. Well Octavia knew how people were now, and she didn’t want in on any of this fake friendship business. She cared deeply for her father, however, and for him she supposed she could at the very least join a club to make him happy.
Skills:
#1 in the School: Octavia is incredibly smart, and can pick up just about any subject quickly. She’s always been the #1 test-taker for a reason, and knows just about everything from the main high school curriculum. Due to her upbringing, however, this generally doesn’t leak over into any practical skills whatsoever. She can solve for X, but her cooking skills are awful and she can’t operate a washing machine.
Ojou-sama's Self-Defense: When it comes to self-defense training, Octavia has been taught by the best of the best. The daughter of an insanely rich and powerful man needs to know how to defend herself, after all. She doesn’t like the idea of fighting, though, and will avoid doing so at all costs.
Athletic: Well of course she’s athletic. Maybe not the first in the school, but she’s quite good at just about any athletic feat she tries her hand at. Self-defense doesn’t mean much when you don’t have the athletic ability to apply it well, so working out with a trainer is just a part of her average day. She is oddly terrible at sports, however, because they require the knowledge of rules and techniques that she has no interest in.
Money: All of it.
Guns: Some of her favorite outings with daddy were to the shooting range. She is American, after all, and thus needs practice with guns of all sorts. Not that she’ll ever get any use out of this skill other than stress relief, right?
Horseback Riding: Side saddle. A gigantic white stallion named John is her father’s preferred transport, so she’s learned to ride a horse quite well.
Languages: She speaks both English and Japanese fluently. Her mother was German, but she passed away before Octavia learned any.
Other:
-After being a hikikomori for the past few months, Octavia has grown somewhat enamored with otaku culture at the expense of her now atrophied social skills
-Romantic perception of a harem protagonist played straight
-Has a sweet tooth, which she has the habit of secretly rewarding after exercise
-No occult knowledge, joined the club because it sounded the least boring and she liked Ghostbusters
Fish of Oblivion,
Not a Sayan,
Eisenhorn,
Neziul
