Not his real name, of course. That was traded long ago to something who'd actually appreciate its worth, so you're stuck with the bargain bin name he picked up afterwards. The previous owner won't miss it.
So, what is there to say about Octavian? A lot, but don't worry, he'll you all about it, and some of it might even be true. The basics are immutable - he was a highly successful paraplanar banker in a major metropolis, rich as you please and extremely well connected. That's when the wanderlust set in... or, at least, that's what he thought it was at the time. He's not so sure anymore exactly what it is that pushed him to shed his wealth, trash his reputation and set out as a druidic adventurer-for-hire, but here he is, still itching for... something. The druidic circle he bribed to fast-track his initiation has given him a new purpose now, at least, so until he figures out his higher purpose on these earths, he's off to... plant some trees or... whatever it is druids do. He swears he'll eventually read the pamphlet they gave him.
Old habits die hard, though. He's hardly stepped through the portal that he's already spotting untapped investment opportunities in First Landing. Oh yes - this whole affair could end up very profitable.