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Description
Name: Orion Inigous
Former Name: Etelle, Fyre
Nickname(s): Ori, Orio
Species: Beastkin (Cougar)
Gender: Female...ish
Age: 115
Appearance: 23
Height: 5'8" | 170cm
Weight: 132lb | 59kg
Nationality: Meshana
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Class: Combatant
Element: Vorago
Flower: Dahlia
Weapon: Staff, is actually two daggers sheathed together; only one is truly enchanted and is used by her left (dominant) hand.
Spells
Swift Advance; Orion angles her blade and cuts through the air, using a blast of wind to jet herself forward. Can be used to jump over obstacles or angled to the ground to soften a landing, or glide short distances.
Vicious Gale; Slashing with their weapon, Orion causes a gust of energy, which cuts cleanly through objects in front of her. It is only useful as far as she can throw it.
Wink; Orion temporarily vanishes herself, an item or someone else, and teleport them up to one-hundred meters away.
Unyielding Gust; Orion spins with her weapon drawn; causing a 10-15 foot tall tornado to form. It does moderate damage- and may even teleport random objects it picks up up to 30 meters away.
[Fifth spell TBA]
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+ Hot food, especially soups and stews!
+ Pungent and intense teas
+ Stargazing
+ Collecting herbs, foraging
+ Climbing Trees
- Getting down from trees
- Strangers touching her, no touchy touchy
- Sharing her name or personal info
- Changing clothes, be it for the weather or otherwise
[PERSONALITY]
+ Outgoing + Friendly + Sly
- Secretive - Avoidant - Fake
Orion is a cat of many words and tales. Loving to steal the spotlight she is content to entertain a crowd and make new friends- quick thinking; she is eager to please and loves to poke fun. That being said she is also very secretive. If you ask about her past, or where she's going; she is liable to redirect the question or respond with a joke. Avoiding trouble she is swift to flee if the pot gets stirred and is liable to ditch those who need her if she deems it too risky. Such ideals make it easy for one to label her as fake as she never really shows her true intentions or feelings. Those who hear to much are often subject to a... little bit of amnesia.
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[HISTORY]
Born in the mountains of Meshana; Etelle was the niece of a wise and fearsome Chief. Raised not only by their leader, but as a whole- Etelle knew the love of many. For what she lacked in parents she made up for in the kind faces and open hearts of her tribe-mates.
Her parents having been captured by a relentless band of mercenaries they were presumed dead before she had even opened her eyes.
It really was of no loss to her. She knew little of them, besides the tales of their battle prowess.
Tribe life was... interesting. Affairs primarily of ceremony, hunting, weaving and combat. Yes; the forests of Meshana were brimming with other tribes- keen on taking their territory and their resources. With homes high in the trees they avoided many of the petty battles that led to the demises of their surrounding colonies.
The Puma tribe was a small one- mostly due to their feline ancestors love of solitude; though their fearsome claws and martial combat had them typically safer than most.
To say these Mountain lions were King's of the forest would... not entirely be inaccurate. At least in this area.
Her youth gave way to teen years; and the fearless warrior had made a name for herself. Indeed, she was a deadly fighter- keen to lead every raid on the nearby tribes. And perhaps a bit overambitious. Spearheading a night-time attack on the forest floors below; she was the first on scene.
Hoping to conquer the Fox Tribe that has encroached on the edge of their lands- she tore through their barricades; felling warriors left and right.
The fires burned away, huts collapsing.... Though they seemed far too empty...
It was only when she reached the center camp did she realize she had been foolish. Her enthusiasm left her defenseless- her tribe-mates still far behind.
Captured; she was swiftly bound and gagged.
It was here that she would be sold of to the same mercenaries who had taken her parents. A ships voyage and she was on her way to Wistonia.
for who wouldn't want to see a lioness fight?
And fight she did. Killing one captor her security was only doubled, her rations halved. By time they docked the feline had lost half her muscle mass; her eyes dark and hooded.
And so the real fighting started. Staged in the coliseum, Orion was tasked with battle after battle; bets laid upon her head on who could take her down first.
At first it was hard. Hard to fight the good fight, to sheath her claws and club her way to victory like a mere human. But it got easier. And then it got fun. For the spotlight had taken to her, and she it. Her name grew. See a victory was good- it got you coin. But a show... Now that got you so, so much more.
Dubbed Fyre; her auburn pelt burned as if aflame; marking her among the other warriors.
She was fighting with the big dogs now, seasoned warriors and entertainers alike. And it was cause for a show; a real one this time.
When Orion retired that night she was met with a fresh line of cages near her bunker; of haunted faces just like her own. Her tribe-mates... They were here. Captured one by one just like her.
If one cat was good, surely the rest could be too?
What was worse was how easy it had been for her to forget; with the passing years they had faded from her memory; and now they were here. Caged like prey because of her.
That evening she sat with them; and learned they had caught sight of a flaw. In transporting so many cages their guard had run thin. If she could strike for them; she could set them all free. In theory.
Of course, if she failed- it would likely be a death sentence for them all. One wrong step and her whole career would end. The fame would end. As would her family line. And then what?
Forging a plan- she instead turned to her master; the first mercenary who had caged her, whom she owed her popularity to.
And she told.
And she got gold. Well Scarlet to be exact. Enough to buy her freedom.
And... A seed.
A seed she could grow into a flower; and thus a weapon; one that could cut through all the chains that held her- and her family. It was fool proof. No one would dare to stand in her way; surely.
And so she tended to the plant; protecting it with her life as she had fought in the ring. With the gold she had made she bough a staff- one which hid twin daggers. Sharp and hideous and deliciously unassuming in a pallor wooden sheath.
When the seed bloomed into a haunting black dahlia she mixed the paste and spread it- immediately consumed by Vorago. In the unassuming form of a staff she limped to the coliseum- where she executed her plan. No chains could resist the void...
Not that there were many to cut. In fact; it seemed less than half her tribe had survived the fight- those who did... were bloodied and broken; no doubt punished for their plan. And the blood was all on her hands.
There was a promise in her tribes-mates eyes- for revenge, and for blood.
So Fyre fled. Away from her family, her fame, the place her old and new life had so unfortunately come to meet.
Changing her name; she coated her fur in soot- hiding the flaming pelt that had bought her so much. And slicing away the vibrant white hair her tribes genes had passed. Hidden; the young woman dropped to a life of theft; her magic her only tool.
It was only into her twenties she would hear of the guilds name- where she would eventually try to head. Be it to hide or to regain her honor, she didn't share.
[MISCELLANEOUS]
Colours her fur with Ash to hide its orangey tones
A skilled and brutal fighter, but avoids it at all costs
The flower that bloomed before her was a dark burgundy dahlia. It represents betrayal.
