Orpheus Lenore

ORPHEUS LENORE
= ORPHEUS LENORE =
== "You crave the applause yet hate the attention, then miss it, your act is a ruse." ==
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== 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨──────𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 ==
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===                    . -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 ===
                 Orpheus Lenore
❑ The name Orpheus was taken from Greek mythology. He was a poet, musician, and a prophet. The name was his mother’s choice. She deeply enjoyed Greek mythology, a passion she had hoped to bestow upon her child.
===                   . -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙨/𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 ===
===                  etoile, Soleil, koi ===
❑ Ètoile and Soleil were French for star and sun, both names his mother had also gifted him. She only called him these things during his younger years. She hoped he would grow to be bright, as bright as the stars or even the sun. When she realized just how odd he was compared to other Drakonian children, she dropped the nicknames. People in his clan still used them in reference to him, though. Much to his mothers dismay. Koi was given to him by friends when he entered his teen years, referring to his infatuation with fish. 
===                    . -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙖𝙜𝙚 & 𝙙.𝙤.𝙗 ===
                 December 19th (age varies)
❑ Orpheus was born in the middle of a snow storm. Perhaps that’s why the snow has always been so intriguing to him. 
===                   . -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨 ===
                 Drakonian 
❑ Physically and mentally strong, capable of using dragon breath, rapid growth, energy resistance, large draconic wings and tails.. Drakonian’s a race of draconic creatures native to the high mountains of In Terra Gloria. 
===                -; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 & 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 ===
                Gender fluid (he/him, they/them, xey/xir), Pansexual
❑ Despite being assigned male at birth, Orpheus never felt fully connected to the masculine presentation. While he didn’t exactly care about how he looked, he didn’t really like the way the masculine clothes felt. Feminine clothes were typically much more comfortable. His presentation is often feminine or gender neutral.
===                            -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙣 ===
                Agnostic
❑ He never doubted the existence of god or otherworldly beings, however he didn’t necessarily believe in them either. He had other things to worry about, pondering the existence-of god was never on his to do list.
===                -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ===
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❑ Orpheus mostly focuses on sewing. He longs to have a career built entirely on fashion. That being said, he currently sells a series of small items he’s found throughout his travels. He also sells baked goods. 
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== 𝘼𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙨 ────── 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ==
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===                   -; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 ===
❑ Orpheus has a very sharp face. His jaw is very pronounced, as well as his nose. Overall his skin is very smooth and well taken care of, it’s obvious that he has some type of routine for it.
===                  -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 ===
                225ibs, tone body, 187 cm(6’2)
❑ Orpheus is small in comparison to his peers. Many Drakonians are large and strong, Orpheus is not. While he may be considered large to other species, he certainly isn’t compared to his own. 
===                   -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 ===
❑ Orpheus is visually impaired. While he can see, things are incredibly blurry, and he often can’t make things out fully. He mostly sees things as blurred silhouettes rather than objects.
===                  -; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ===
❑ He adopted a very extravagant sense of style from a very early age. His mother was always wearing fancy gowns or robes, he immediately fell in love with the style. He couldn’t see his outfits that well, but he always seemed to match.
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===               -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ===
❑ At first glance, Orpheus looks somewhat stuck up. He’s always wearing lavish outfits, walking perfectly straight. A slight smile always parting his lips. He likes to play this impression up a bit, occasionally scoffing at people who seem to be entirely sure he’s a snob. Or people who simply piss him off.
===              -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 ===
❑ He is incredibly confident, bordering arrogant. He's incredibly loud, always having something to say, an opinion to share. He’d be lying if he said his mouth hadn’t gotten him trouble on several occasions. The man is very touchy and affectionate, though mostly with the intent of annoying or frustrating the receiver.
On occasion, Orpheus is sadistic. Seeing people beg for him—his time or his forgiveness, perhaps his mercy—had always been a favorite pastime of his. But that was only on occasion. In most cases, he attempted to be helpful, though admittedly it an annoying way.
Overall he is a very intelligent person, even when it appears differently
===                   -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ===
                 ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄ ɪɴ-sʜᴏʀᴛ
❑ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs; Outgoing | diligent
❑ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs; arrogant | Sadistic
===                -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 ===
===                  ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄ ʟɪᴋᴇs ===
                 ﹅ Nature(moths especially)
❑ Orpheus has always been very fond of nature. The plants, the creatures, they were fascinating to him. Animals always seemed to fear him. He chalked that up to the fact that animals were typically skittish. He never took it personally. Moths were the exception, he seemed to almost attract them. He had a deeper love for them. Later in life he began to collect pinnings of them.
                   ﹅ Baking
❑ He loved baking. He wasn’t a huge fan of cooking, but baking was a different story. He enjoyed the domestic feel it gave him, it reminded him of his mother. But he also enjoyed being able to eat the sweets afterwards.
                  ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
                  ﹅Messes
❑ Orpheus always liked when things were in place. He wanted them neat, perfect. He found as he grew older that when things were out of place, it filled him with a sense of dread. He may have had a breakdown or two over things not being where they were meant to be. Not like he’d ever admit that.
                   ﹅ heat
❑ He has always hated the heat. Extreme heat always bothered him, mostly because he hated sweating. 
                  ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄ ɪs sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ
                  ﹅ Being forgotten
❑ Orpheus learned very quickly that his parents were all he really had. He didn’t know of any other relatives. He didn’t have close friends. It was just them, and when they were gone, when he was gone, who would remember him? He didn’t want to be forgotten. He didn’t want his existence to have been for nothing.
                  ﹅ Change
❑ He found comfort in things that were always the same. It was relieving to be surrounded by things that were familiar. When things suddenly changed, he felt lost. Clueless. He hated feeling that way, and he hated when people noticed.
               
===               -; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 ===
                 ᴏᴄ’s ɢᴏᴏᴅ/ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴀʙɪᴛs
                  ﹅ pacing.
❑ Orpheus has a hard time sitting still, especially when stressed. He’ll often pace around when there isn’t much else for him to focus on. He’ll even do this while having a conversation sometimes.
                   ﹅ Drinking
❑ Drinking while stressed has become one of his more unhealthy habits. He rarely got wasted, but he’d been tipsy on multiple occasions. He’d only been heavily intoxicated once or twice, and those were under extreme circumstances.
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== EARLY LIFE/BACKGROUND ==
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A child, small and fragile, sobs. Tears stream down red cheeks, snot drips from a red nose. He, in a final, desperate stretch towards forgiveness, begins to speak. 
“P-please mom-mommy! Didn mean t-too” 
Their small voice was hysterical, barely understandable. The words are punched out, they blend together. Everything blends together. 
A mother, cruel and unforgiving, stares. Anger bubbles, eyes narrow. Words, scolding hot, firey words, fall from red lips. 
“Who do you think you are? You mess up and have the audacity to cry on my clean floor? Your father never would’ve behaved this way! No Drakonian man would behave this way. You think you’re better than them? You’re nothing more than a stain on my life. I wish the gods had given me a worthy child.”
A child, red and crying. A mother, scolding and cruel. Nothing more. 
Orpheus barely stood a chance. That was painfully obvious. It had been since the moment he was born. 
He was born almost entirely blind, and his scales were discolored. Scales were too light, his skin too pale. The impairments plagued his clan, his family. It put a strain on his father, who couldn’t bear the idea of raising an inadequate son. His father craved a strong child, one who would hopefully become clan leader. Instead, he was given a disgrace. Three weeks before Orpheus’ third birthday, his father disappeared. Most said it was a hunting accident gone horribly wrong, but his mother knew the truth. She knew he had, like a coward, abandoned his clan. He left her to raise their god forsaken spawn on her own. 
Drakonian law was supposed to be on her side. Orpheus was a male, his father should’ve been the one to raise him. Yet it was her, just her. Just her and a miserable child. 
Drakonian law was supposed to be on his side too. It was supposed to give him a loving parent, one that would teach him how to grow a flourish. Orpheus had been dealt a horrible hand. He was destined to be outcasted. 
His mother created a toxic environment, one that he could barely breathe in. One that made him resent his clan entirely. By the age of 10 he knew he was hated. Everyone in his life had assured him of that. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how desperately he sought after their approval, nothing changed. By the age of 13, he stopped trying altogether.  
“What? You think you’re better than me?”
Her yelling had grown very familiar over the years. If she wasn’t yelling at or berating Orpheus, she wasn’t speaking to him at all. He sat perfectly still, perfectly straight, staring at her with the same hatred she held for him. 
“Yes, mother dearest. I do.”
“Ha! You’re nothing compared to me! You’d be nothing without me. How is it possible I could have raised such a lousy, ungrateful runt of a child?”
“Perhaps because you’re a lousy mother.”
There’s silence for a moment. A child, no longer red nor sobbing. A mother, burning with rage. Nothing more. 
“If I’m such a lousy mother, then leave. Go! I never wanted you anyway. 16 years of my life wasted On you. 16 miserable years. Get out! I never want to see you again!”
So he did. He left, and he did so with a smirk on his face. As if somehow he had one. With no idea how to live on his own, he abandoned everything he knew in hopes of something more, something better. 
A child, scared but bursting with excitement. Nothing more. 
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== SKILLS, HOBBIES, FACTS ==
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===   -; ✧˖*°࿐𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨 ===
                ﹅ housing moths
❑ Orpheus’ love for moths developed right around the time he was permitted to play outside on his own. On his first outing, he discovered a large, brown moth. It landed right on his arm. This was new. Animals ran from him, but this creature didn’t hesitate to land directly on him. Even if he couldn’t physically see all of its beauty, only its blurred figure, he thought it was the most magnificent thing.
When he became an adult, he began to house them. A friend had helped him set up an enclosure for the moths to be kept, and that’s what he did. He often brought in Luna or cecropia moths, and when they would pass, he would have them pinned.
Unfortunately he couldn’t pin them himself. It was a very delicate process, and his eyesight wasn’t good enough to manage. However he’d someone else pin them for him.
                   ﹅piano playing
❑ Orpheus’ father had a piano, though he rarely let him touch it. He said he’d only break it. His mother however encouraged it, and would give him lessons whenever his father was away. He grew to be quite good after memorizing the keys. When he got older, he had Braille added to his personal piano, that way playing would be a bit easier
=== . -; ✧˖*°࿐ 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 ===
❑Orpheus is very good at sewing. He’s built his entire career on fashion design. 
❑He can be very analytical. He understands what makes people tick, how to get under their skin, and how to make them open up. He’s very intuitive when it comes to the emotions of other people. 
❑ He’s a very good baker. He has just recently started selling his baked goods to people. 
❑While he isn’t good at long range fighting, he’s very good stealth attacks and up close combat. That being said, he prefers to stay away from physical violence. 
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