Octavian was born twice in his life, the first time being on January 31st, 1986. At this time he was given his slave name by his parents, Alexei Svobada, a name which would hold him back for years to come. Born in Chernarus, Alexei was a curious but awkward and shy boy, growing up he was always protected by his older brothers, shielding him from the true hardships of life. His father was a belligerent alcoholic, who would rant of his mother and her wrongdoings, accusing her of adultery and beating her. Attending school, Alexei was quite bright, and from his teen years had a growing interest in conspiracy theories and history, having a certain fondness of roman history, slowly becoming even more introverted and socially awkward. At the age of 14, Alexei returned home from a day of study, his brothers close behind him, finding his mother on the ground with her skull caved in, his father standing over her with an iron. In an instant his father pushed him and ran out the door, never seen by Alexei again. With his mother dead, and his father in prison, his brothers left school and looked for work, leaving Alexei for most of his time alone, or studying. Through the gruesome scene he witnessed at such a young age, Alexei would have nightmares, and his interest in conspiracy grew, developing him with a sick, manipulative, mindset. Finishing school, Alexei decided to become a teacher, as to influence the new age with his interests in history, and his own personal theories on government, medicine, and death. Finishing College with a generally boring experience of introvertedness and solitude, Alexei gained himself a job at a local secondary school. Not even a year after securing a job, the civil war broke out in Chernarus, and his brothers, enthralled with politics got involved in the fighting. Alexei soon received a letter in the mail, his brothers having been shot to pieces in an ambush. The slippery slope began for Alexei with the death of his brothers, and compounded when the school he worked at was destroyed in a bombing. With nothing in his life to anchor him, his brothers, mother, father, and career gone, Alexei snapped. Taking the small amount of funds he had, and virtually robbing his own and his brothers houses of food and water, he secluded himself in the woods, finding a small cabin, with nothing but history books and the bare necessities. Alexie survived from hunting and scavenging once the food ran out, and due to his seclusion, his interest in conspiracies and his paranoia grew immensely. This was when Octavian was born, the rebirth, a ruler of his secluded woods, no longer restricted to the world of fear he once was. He virtually lost track of time, enthralled in hunting and reading. Octavian interpreted the world around him differently, he saw the signs of change, he heard the whispers of people getting sick, he saw the changing patterns of the birds, and the colors of the world around him darkening. During the first week of the outbreak he noticed a certain stillness within the world, the second week the same, the third week the same, the fourth week... he was awakened by the crunching of leaves and sticks outside. An intruder upon his paradise; he grabbed his makeshift bow, and a spear from his home, walking outside. A challenger, a stumbling, wild, crazy man, running towards him. With a quick movement of his spear he hit it in the chest, pinning it to the ground but...it wasn’t dead. Was this the superman? The evolution of man he had read of? The next level of human life? Stabbing it once more in the head, he put his thoughts to rest, thinking of how his mothers skull had looked the same. This pattern repeated as the months went by, secluded still within the woods. One day a man had appeared at his doorstep, pleading for food, begging. Believing this was a trap, to simply trick him, he opened the door, firing at the man with his bow. This time… there was a certain life within his eyes, a mistake had been made, an unredeemable mistake. This experience gave him a sense of detached humanity, but a sense of humanity once more nonetheless. In order to attune for his mistakes, he needed to leave this now stained land in which he ruled. Cleaning the world of these “supermen” and helping others. His odyssey, this journey would go within the books of history written after him, his saga living on, Octavian, the second born man.