Octama
Octama is a woman who’s got eight sides of holy magic, looks like a goddess, and talks like a sailor who got into a fight with a saint. She’s smart, beautiful, and if you cross her, she’ll just get better.
She told my teacher he was ‘a man who could’ve been great if he didn’t have a coffee addiction.’
She gave me advice while eating a whole pizza.
She said my life was ‘a mess that even a saint would pity.’