NAME: |
Octane |
AGE: |
Young adult (20s) |
SPECIES: |
Mandrill |
HEIGHT: |
5'8" |
NATIONALITY: |
Born in Christophen, currently lives in Silve |
PRONOUNS: |
He/him |
SEXUALITY : |
Butch4Butch lesbian |
OCCUPATION: |
Sex worker |
LIKES: |
Dance & music theory, performance, acting, movies, weed |
SMELLS LIKE: |
A hint of oil and gasoline, musk, and charcoal |
Octane's parents were largely absent during his upbringing, but he didn't hold any particular ill will towards them. He was simply forced into a parental position, raising his younger siblings while his parents worked multiple jobs. "I'm never fucking having kids," Octane would snarl everytime he'd have to clean up his baby brother's messes. There was absolutely nothing keeping Octane attached to a boring ass suburb in Christophen. It looked the same as all the other ones. Where's the character?!
He started working retail after graduating high school, saving up for college. But in a twist of fate, his mother found herself being moved to Endervein for work. His father would not agree to move, and thus the two ended up divorcing, with his mother taking custody of his younger siblings. Octane, though torn up by the destruction of his all-too-familiar family structure, was also finally free to live his own life.
And his took his newfound freedom to the extreme, starting to dress extremely masculine and punk and date women. When his father found out about this, though, he revealed that Octane's behavior went against his religion, and that he could not house Octane so long as he "lived a lifestyle of sin." His father acted as though he was the victim here, crying and begging for Octane to "save himself" and "return to the divine feminine". He didn't want to have to lose his daughter. But Octane refused.
Octane packed his things, leaving everything he'd ever known behind. He began relying on weed and spending most of his time in the very few gay and lesbian bars downtown, seeking hookups with women in turn for a place to stay. Quite a few were willing to pay him or even let him stay a few extra nights for free. The community was pleasant, but it wasn't permanent housing.
One day, a trucker who called faerself Diesel offered Octane what he was looking for: a rent-free place to stay in the back of his sixteen wheeler. As long as Octane was okay with traveling across the country all the time, fae'd house him for as long as he needed.
"I know some old bear offerin' to take you away in a giant moving truck is a bit shady. But yer welcome to stay with me as long as yer okay leavin' this place behind." Diesel offered Octane a home in his truck, as long as the arrangement can be kept a secret from his boss.
"Shady?" Octane huffed. "It's the first good news I've heard in a long time."
Diesel and Octane began traveling together, a new found family. Over the next few years, Octane finds an online partner named Roe and a younger friend named Khadija, and the four become inseparable. Octane continues doing online sex work for an unsteady-but-better-than-retail income.
The four manage to save up over the next few years to buy a rickety little house together in Silve, and Roe and Octane decide to make their relationship long-term and closed, barring collaborations with other gay women for Octane's work, which Roe sometimes enjoys starring in. He also likes to think he has a healthier relationship with weed now than he used to, but Roe won't admit he still keeps a close eye on Octane's usage. It's clear, even a few years later, that he isn't over the loss of what he had. Despite this, Octane has grown willing to joke about what his life used to be like. "I'll still never fucking have kids!"
"Good, I don't want any," Roe huffed.
"Damn, you're everything I need in this world, aren't you?"
Octane is a mandrill with broad shoulders, long limbs, and slim hips. His fur is short, scruffy, and umkempt, varied mottled browns ticked with glitsening oranges, reds, bluish, and greenish tints, as if he's had oil spilled on him.
He's generally seen in minimal masculine clothing, such as tank tops and athletic shorts, usually with a simple accessory like a watch (often a knock-off replica of a brand name) or a chain necklace.
♦ Octane couldn't come up with a chosen name by himself, so he named himself Octane after Diesel.
♦ Octane had extensive dental work done as a kid due to four extra teeth growing in, causing the rest of his teeth to become crowded and crooked.