A child torn up over having to say goodbye to the best friend who kept him company for four years since they met. After the now sixteen-year-old departed their hometown to attend Edelia University, the boy had completely lost hope that another would provide him the same solace, let alone see past his dark fate. Immediately after his friend was out of sight for what seemed like for good, the boy dove into the library and headed toward the balcony where the two of them read together and hid himself in a pillow, intent on never being spotted by another soul again to avoid dealing with heartache over loss a second time. His distraught state had caused the rumors about the library being haunted to become more widespread and believable, deeply discouraging most of the library visitors from going upstairs. As a result, around half of the student body from another school that spent the majority of their time studying in the library had failed to complete homework assigned to them that day. What was most spine-chilling and curious to one of the visitors was that he reportedly heard the “banshee” whisper the name of a shadow lurker who had not been seen or heard of for centuries since his disappearance. Once the heartbroken boy realized that the lurker who visited him four years ago was not returning for him, he ascended deeper in the library to a section on the top floor few visitors could find because there, the bookshelves were arranged like a labyrinth. The boy seated himself onto a couch and tearfully laid himself down on the cushions to cry himself to sleep as day turned into night. At this point, only one who knows his or her way around the building and who had been watching him would be able to find him at ease…
Much like his younger counterpart, this version of Occavatra is based off one of my old drawings, but as I got older, I began to prefer red over yellow on a shirt because it is my favorite color and that stuck to me since then. The character himself had grown up slightly over the chronological four-year period with noticeable differences in his appearance. His hair is darker now and he is now wearing a red shirt that was given to him by his father when his yellow shirt no longer fit him. In other words, he had slightly matured, but still stuck with the same timidity. In his left hand is a Straight Edge dagger that I modified with more detail to make it realistic compared to its AQW counterpart. For example, its blade now contains highlights in its center and at the top part where the reflecting light is at its brightest. While Occavatra and Amon were still spending their time reading with each other, the former came across this dagger on a dirt road on his way to the library so he picked it up and kept it with him to protect himself against one who tries to hurt him again, both by brute force and taunting. Fortunately, the boy had little need to use it because the library’s corridors kept both him and his best friend hidden from a majority of the other visitors. In addition, I would like to thank Ergotth for his feedback on the hair, which has allowed to resize it slightly to a more flattened appearance.
