File: Octavia Blake
Name: Octavia Aurora Blake
Age: Sixteen
Height: 5' 5"
Status: Currently fighting and living with her brother. Does not go to school. Looking for work. Maybe I'll hire her as an assistant. Or an assassin.
Okay, since my idiot brother won't say anything, I will. My name is Octavia Blake and I murdered a man when I was four years old.
Bellamy was eight. He was still in school. My aunt took care of me and my uncle took care of Bellamy. They were divorced and my uncle won the money in court. Obviously, Bellamy was totally living it up.
(Offscreen: "I was not!")
Sure, Bell. At least you got a room. I was kept in a closet, whose latch couldn't be undone from the inside. My mom died while giving birth to me and so Bell got my awesome uncle and I got my alcoholic aunt who was sleeping with someone new every night. I was lucky to get food and I had to sneak out to get water. When I was three and a half I found a screwdriver and made it work.
Often after having her 'slumber parties', my aunt would pass out and not wake until late afternoon. When she did wake up, she'd take a shower, hopefully remember to give me food in my closet, and leave again for the bar, bring home a man-
(Offscreen: "And sometimes a woman.")
Yes, thank you Bell. And sometimes a woman. When I was old enough to figure out the screwdriver I'd get out of the closet when she wasn't home and practice walking and running. It was fun.
When I was four and had just celebrated my birthday with half a leftover sausage from my aunt, I snuck out after she'd passed out to get some water, my trusty screwdriver in hand.
Then, whoever it was my aunt had brought home that night- Mr. Kane, are you okay?
(Offscreen: *muffled sobs*)
Hey, Bell, ask him what's wrong.
(Offscreen: "Hey, Mr. Kane? Are you okay?")
(Offscreen: "Yes, Bellamy, I'm okay. This story... just gets me right in the heart every time. Continue, Tavi, please.")
Uh, okay. Anyway, he snuck up on me and I whirled around and he impaled himself on my screwdriver.
Oddly enough, Mr. Kane here was the one to work on my case. My aunt was brought in for questioning. So was I, actually, but I really couldn't say anything because I was totally playing the innocent child card. Mr. Kane called off the case until he got new leads and then happened to come to my aunt's house one day while she was repeatedly banging my head against the wall and then threw me in the closet. She was arrested and I was put into a foster home, where Mr. Kane made sure I was doing okay.
I wasn't.
I hated the rules. I was a rebel and didn't make any friends. For three years I stayed in around forty-ish foster homes. Finally, Mr. Kane-
(Offscreen: "You know, you don't have to call me that. I've told both of you not to.")
(Offscreen: "Well, Mr. Kane, I don't think we have any other name to call you that's not Marcus, so you're stuck with Mr. Kane.")
You tell him, Bell. Anyway, Mr. Kane came and adopted me personally and sent me to live with Bellamy and my uncle by the time I was seven. I don't know why that wasn't the first option-
(Offscreen: "Because your aunt had signed the papers that you were not to go to your uncle, and it took me three years to override that.")
Alrighty then. My uncle, I found out, was sort of like the Professor in the Chronicals of Narnia- you know, he doesn't show his face until the end of the movie and then he's actually really nice. Yeah, that's my uncle. And he came complete with strict nanny, too.
Bellamy moved out when he was eighteen and left me there. Last year my uncle died of old age and so now I'm living with Mr. Kane in his apartment until I can get a job and my own house.
So there you go. That's me, Octavia Blake. I'm part of the Family.