Art by, Myeth [Robocoon]
Age: Unknown / Appears 47
Height: 6'5 ft
Job: Notail Leader of the V-class and Z-class
Likes: Untamed wild, Animals, Plants, Yelling, Documenting the wild, Being left alone in his bog, Singing
Dislikes: Cities, Civilization, Too much noise, Gaudy colors, O-4
Notable contributions: O-3 is the leader of the V-eterinarian and Z-oologist classes. O-3 takes care of all the O-classes capture creatures when they die or cannot take care of them at the moment. O-3 oversees most of the capture creature operations, making sure that new capture creatures are correctly cataloged, and sorted in usefulness, as well as recommending what improvements. O-3 also watches over the operations in the notail woods.
Original Creator: Gimeurcookie
Large and imposing the beast of the bog known as O-3 can’t help but be the centerpiece of any room. The mask on O-3’s face swirls, as if it was carved out of wood until it forms the face which appears to be a mix of a crocodile and dragon. O-3’s antennas stick up at all times, and his long black untamed mane reaches as far as his chest.
O-3 wears simple grey clothes, commonly damaged and no shoes or accessories. On long trips into the wild it’s said that O-3 doesn’t wear clothes at all. He has tan skin and is heavily built, allowing him to hold his ground in battle and easily toss his weight around. Never too far from a large weapon or friendly animal, O-3 constantly looks like he’s ready to fight. O-3’s face is always a -w-.
If there’s anyone who is more about survival of the fittest than O-3, then do inform him, he’s always looking for new challengers. O-3 is a notail who has imprinted on a wild animal due to a mistake, and fully believes that he is a dragator, an aggressive creature who lurks in bogs much like a crocodile would. As O-3 believes he is an animal he has very animal like tendencies like hissing, snapping at people, and territorial aggression.
Being that he believes deeply into this system, and being an animal collector and breeder, he sorts everyone into three categories. Breeding stock, useful duds, and feeding fodder. Breeding stock are the top of the class, with little to no defects and good genes. O-3 has an extremely good eye and notices extremely subtle things such as slight limps in walks, posture, breathing timing, and much more. Everything is essential when picking breeding stock as one bad gene could collapse a good breeding run.
Most people fall under useful duds, where they may have one big “defect” or a just a few too many small ones that make them unfit to breed. This defects are not so serious that the “dud” cannot contribute to the group, and as such is still useful and deserves to live. Feeding fodder on the other time are the worst of the worst, either with defects that are too great or too lazy to stay. Those get made useful meals for other animals.
O-3 applies this same logic to notails as a hobby, considering that he is not the leader of the B-reeder class. O-3 makes lists of people he knows and sorts them into the groups and then finally sorts them into breeding pair. Nearly every notail that knows or is told about this wishes O-3 would stop, but O-3 isn’t. They’ll just have to deal with being called breeding stock.
Those who have what O-3 considers defects include people who work jobs that aren’t physical work or work that requires using a computer. O-3 is extremely harsh to these peoples, commonly noted that it would be better if they died instead of waste resources. For those reasons both O-2 and O-4 are considered worthless to him. O-2 brushes this off with a simple “Thank you. :D” but O-4, known as Princess refuses to accept this and fights with O-3.
Very rarely these fights turn physical, but ironically it is Princess who wins most of the time, not O-3, possibly because O-3 only fights with his hands, mouth, and whatever large object he’s holding. Nature simply is not ready to fight head to head with a person with a gun, at least not alone.
Outside of a meeting room or city, it’s unlikely that Princess would win any of these fights, for O-3 best weapon is his voice. When he sings, like a cheesy movie animals flock over to him. These animals are driven to madness by the song and attack whoever O-3 wants, turning a forest into a war field.
Many of these animals are O-3 has personally met and bonded with. O-3 feels closer to animals than he does any notail. Notails get the concept of survival of the fittest well, and yet they muddle it with politics and society. O-3 wants it to be straightforward. Big thing smashes big thing and big thing has babies with big thing to create bigger thing. Simple. O-3 talks about his issues about not understanding notails with animals who listen, but never really offer advice.
Someone at the M-atriarch class village felt their heart drop when they noticed that they were one child short after taking them all out to take some sunlight for an hour outside. They searched for the missing child through the night but found nothing. That child was O-3, a V-eterinarian class notail, only two years old. O-3 had stumbled away from the group and into the nearby bog where he came face to face with a fearsome predator of the area, a dragator.
A child notail was normally a treat for a dragator but this one seemed to have no interest in eating, possibly because it had already feasted that day. O-3 slept that night curled up to the dragator. In the morning O-3 followed the dragator wherever it went and is said to have even rode upon it’s back. O-3 imprinted on the animal that he followed for a total of three day. He was a dragator. When an M-class finally found him they assumed that the dragator was a threat and killed it before returning O-3 home. While it’s unlikely that O-3 actually remembers any of this, he says the whole event of losing his parent was traumatic.
Most kids like to pretend they’re animals, but at some point they stop. O-3 never stopped. He was a dragator, his parent was a dragator. Sure he didn’t look like one but to him he was just a bit of a special dragator. O-3 considered the notails his captor and many of his attempts to escape to where he felt he belonged was stopped by the adults. Like most V-classes O-3 was taught about animal medication, as well as spotting weaknesses and good gene behavior in an animal to see if they’re breeding stock. While O-3 must admit he was very thankful to learn this all, it still wasn’t his place in the world.
When he was let out into the woods he ran off and never came back. Notails attempt to catch children who attempt to stay in the woods longer than they should but O-3 despite the massive size he would grow to would carefully remain hidden, becoming a bit of a monster tale children notail would tell about the weregator in the bog who collected bones.
One day a notail caretaker searched the bog, as the children talking year after year about some weregator either meant that there was something in the woods, or there was a rather interesting creature to investigate. They came face to face with O-3, and this childlike tale became far too real.
In the years O-3 spent in the woods he had become a bit of a witch. Gathering certain plants, mixing up medicine and treating what ever woodland animal he decided he wouldn’t be eating, and the occasional notail child who would never be believed. Animals he saved would seemingly became instantly tamed and thankful. By the time a small band of notails came to either force O-3 out of the wood or kill him, he had amassed a small army of animals.
With one rather sweet song animals flocked over. Then they frenzied and attacked anyone opposed to O-3. More teams were sent but after the third team was destroyed, the O-3 at the time had been sent. It was the animals of the woods, vs the current O-3’s capture creature team.
There were heavy casualties on both sides, but in the end, the old O-3 had fallen.
Some swamp witch who believed he was an animal had showed he was better at animal taming and raising than the old O-3, and thus became O-3. Now the issue was getting him out. A small army was sent to round up O-3, whose army of animals was diminished by the attacks before to barely a drop in the tank. They were able to drag out O-3 growling and snapping out of the woods.
There was a lot of discussion if an imprinted notail even counted as a notail but after a lengthy argument it was agreed that if O-3 managed to be able to be “civilised” in a few years that he could be allowed to stay. He didn’t want to be an O-class at the time, but over time came to enjoy his job of keeping track of capture creature breeding projects and having a say in it, as well as the medical feed for animals.
Some people like to call O-3 “The Neo incarnated” for his extreme views on the strong survive, but O-3 notes that he hates all religious texts and notail society, noting that the strong surviving is how the universe was meant to be. It’s common sense, even a dragator knows that.
Gene / Weakness spotting: Nothing escapes the eyes of O-3, any slight weakness in a person is easily noticed. Normally used on animals to find out if they’re breeding stock, this can also be used against attackers to learn their flaws and use it against them.
• Despite being the best capture creature trainer, O-3 has no official capture creature team as he rarely has no reason to leave his area of work and thus is weakened outside of natural environments, as such O-3’s place of work is in the middle of the woods.
• Many people expect O-3 to speak in an uneducated manner due to his looks, but frankly that notion is rather alarmingly stilly when one actually takes the time to rationalize a person not on their looks and instead on their experiences. O-3 is short and blunt, not a cave creature.
• O-3 frankly doesn’t care if he makes anyone uncomfortable. Being uncomfortable is for the weak.