Octavius was a young mutant, though he supposed it wasn't that young when they weren't expected to live very long. He was... one of the more natural looking out of the population with very human-like characteristics with looks that weren't the least bit threatening. A deer, that's what a lot of people called him. He had pale, soft white skin with red tints on his cheeks and nose almost at all times. On his face was also various sized white dollops that might be considered odd freckles, or a marking that resembled a white spotted deer. His eyes were a delicate color of a freshly bloomed Lilac flower with lashes that would have been a girls dream. Hair as black as night trailed down his body, straight until the very tips were it playfully decided to curl a bit. It reached about the middle of his back and he didn't like having it short.<br/><br/>The only two real mutations on Octavius was ash colored<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Fupload_2018-5-12_20-41-2-png.3543%2F&amp;hash=553f0e2a41c115b7c51f881a670099c8" href="http://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?attachments/upload_2018-5-12_20-41-2-png.3543/">antlers </a>that didn't stand straight up, but more growing outward at the sides of his temple and curling slightly. The other mutation his ears that flopped a bit, the same ash kind of color of his antlers. He had very soft colors besides the black hair, which helped make him much less threatening.<br/><br/>The one bad thing that would scare the normal humans were secondary eyes he had right under the normal set. When closed they looked like an odd set of wrinkles as they had no lashes at all. When they were opened the entire eye was black besides a small white dot that would expand and disband at an unnatural way as they were hypersensitive and tended to see things that a natural human eye couldn't spot. The pupil though was often tiny and had a slight vibration effect to it, making it seem unsteady and not focused on one thing.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Octavius pressed his back firmly against the cool cement wall that towered to the sky, just behind was two men shouting and talking to one another, one seemed quieter from what he could tell. His breathing was quick as they frantically flicked around the forest to make sure nobody was slowly creeping towards him to kill him on the spot. The boy was playing a dangerous game, letting his mind drag him to the wall every now and again to see if he could find pretty things that those inside had thrown out or simply dropped. But somehow he had ended up close to the only opening in the entire thing, big enough for someone to actually slip through, though it'd be most likely the best place to find small things. On his shoulder was an old torn up brown satchel that held his possessions as he was a roamer, a scavenger.<br/><br/>His eyes caught a slight sparkle at the shift of the leaves, allowing the sun to cast down to the ground. Though he wanted to just run over and grab it he waited until he heard the voices die to nothing. That's when he went over and ended up picking through some leaves to pull out a small metal pin of a doe, funny enough. Blinking at it dumbly he found a small smile forming on his lips as a hand went to his slightly floppy ash colored ears and looked back down at the pin. It was adorable! He quickly shoved it into the pack before he dropped it. He'd find a river to wash it properly when he went back.<br/><br/>He had to run across the path of the gap, and when he did he landed flat on his stomach. A root caught his foot and forced his body to collide into the ground in a hard thud. A trembling gasp came as the air was forced out of his lungs with the hard hit. Eyes wide he looked straight through the hole and to one of the men, eyes flicking to an odd object to his hand and then back to his face. His flopped ears twitched uneasily as he carefully got onto his knees. What looked like a single wrinkle under his eyes opened just the slightest bit, now creating what seemed black slits of nothingness. His secondary eyes didn't need to be opened very much to see properly through them, so even slight slivers his vision was heavily changed for the better. To the human, the change would be very minimal. He was waiting for movement, even a slight twitch or raise of hair. Having his eyes was overwhelming as everything was ten times what it should have been, but... it was necessary now.