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Name: Orion Thorn

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: totally 100% straight (Not)

Species: Human

Face claim: Colton Haynes

Distinguishing marks: The palms of his hands are scarred and marked from his own self infliction. Scar wise, there's the usual fanfare, nothing too impressive with it. But, in place of scars, he has runic inkings, a large moving one shifts on his chest, and two more moving one rest on his wrists like bracelets. The rest aren't visible until he uses magic, even then, it varies from magic to magic.

Personality: Orion is impossibly bitter about the world, for a boy who once had everything, it crumbled quicker than he could've ever imagined. It left a hollow shell of who he once was behind, he, doesn't know who he is, what he is. His mind has been torn to shreds and glued back together with tree sap and golden twine. His personality is so shattered, he can only pick up what he can find and look into it like a mirror, it shows him glimpses of what he was, a fleeting feeling of love and compassion that puts his hollow body at rest, and as it disappears into the dark he grasps for it like a toddler reaching for their security blanket, for something familiar. But the more he tries to grab it, to hold it close to himself, to keep that warmth close to his hardened and unfeeling heart, the emptier he feels when it's gone. When the fragment of a mirror he picked up turns to dust in his hands, and he's left with the ghostly remnant of something he never knew he had.

Instead of the warmth of familiarity, of love and comfort that he has only the faintest taste of, it's replaced by the angry flames of wrath, licking at the empty shell it's contained within and burning with such an intensity that nothing else is important. It is contained internally, outside, he maintains a calm and composed exterior to mask it. But, hidden away in all that empty space. Underneath all the sludge and tar of his hatred and anger, is a scared little ten year old boy, yearning for touch, for comfort, for someone to look at him and know who he was, not a royal or a man of magic, but as Orion. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn't rely on his heart, but instead his instinct as animalistic and cruel as they can be.

Strengths: As it turns out, hatred is a good motivator as Orion is a very quick learner, being very skilled at magic and archery, he's found ways to merge the two subjects at hand. Even without magic, he's an excellent shot, because he knows how to trust his instincts. He hopes one day using magic can be just as instinctual as shooting a bow, until then, he's very skilled in all magic he's tried, although his specialties lay in shadow and nature, and hopefully soon enough blood magic.

Flaws: While he knows a great deal of magic, he can't yet use more than one kind at once, and to switch between kinds of magic he needs to trace out the word on chest over the moving tattoo of his. His shadow and nature magic have shortcuts on his wrists, but he can't access their full power, only less than a quarter, it's for emergencies. Magic of any kind requires great concentration, even though he is more familiar with shadow and nature magic, he can't let his mind wander to far. Even if he does pour all of his concentration into his magic, if he's too unbalanced for any reason it will fail, meaning you can disable his magic if you can manage to so much as startle him. To allow himself to perfect his magic, and keep himself perfectly balanced, if he had a problem, he shoves it down deep inside and ignores it, unfortunately for him, it tends to all come out at once, and has the tendency to short circuit him. Leaving him either completely knocked out for long periods at a time, or utterly useless mentally and/or physically. Occasionally he accidentally twitches when doing magic and it messes him up as well. Magic, as all thing are, is a dangerous venture, magic is not something you can tame like the metal of the earth or whittle down to something more manageable like an oak branch. Magic is powerful and wild, magic yields to no master, it simply allows one to use it if they show it respect and have the power themselves to wield it, even then, it is still dangerous, not only to others but himself.

Backstory: Orion was the son of nobles, of, royalty in a sense. House Thorn wasn't the biggest or most distinguished house, but they were fair and kind to their people. Orion was happy growing up, his mother -Rose Thorn- taught him about Love and life, that the smallest of creatures were capable of emotion and feelings, and to be kind to everyone and everything. And his father -Leo Thorn- taught him that while he was to be kind and generous, he wasn't to be a doormat, and taught him how to stand his ground and how to keep himself healthy in body and mind. Orion was happy, He was ambitious in many branches of the duties of nobles, and hobbies which he also had many of. He was so blissfully unaware of the fact that his own royal blood was seen as tainted, what little he shared with the true royal families was worthless to them when they came.

Orion was raised so, that when he came to a split in the road, he didn't look at their condition or their color, he closed his eyes and let his instincts guide him. He trusted his instincts, well, instinctually, so by the time he turned ten, and his father asked him for the palm of his hand, he gave it to him. The Thorn family was not only distinguished from the rest of the worldly nobles by the extent of the puns the family made of their name, or their kindness towards their people, more so by their practices. Practices of religion, and practices of magic. Both of his parents were avid magic users, his father of shadows,

and his mother of nature.

Neither had ever used it to harm anyone out of malicious intent, and instead has used them for good. To help the crops and protect their people under the shroud of darkness, while they held magic, they also worshiped many, mm, lets call them unconventional gods. When Orion turned ten, He was to join his parents in a ritual, so he could begin his own journey of magic, of love and loss, and everything in between as bittersweet and painful as it could be. It would be a coming of age story, one the Thorn house had each bore as long as their bloodline had existed. Instead of the beginning of Orion's quest to find who he was, to center himself and his mind and find his balance, to align himself and the world to one plane of being- his life as he knew it, ended.

Just as the tip of the knife bore into the flesh of his hand, you could hear the faint sounds of the wooden floor creaking under the weight of a man not known to them. And then more, and more, behind them was the sound of running, of armor clanging against one another. An army-no, the personal guard sent by a larger and more royal bound house of royals than their own, ones ravaged by a famine and left scraping by in their own. They needed to gain power, to gain land, and what better way to do that than seek out the most ambiguious house with the best land, and absorbing them into their own? Normally, an arranged marriage would be ideal, but Leo and Rose Thorn never bore any daughters, only sons. Sadly, so had house Oblique. No arranged marriage was possible, so came the next step, accusing them to be blood mages, specifically on the one day where blood and magic were to be mixed by their hands. After he watched his parents bloody and battered corpses dragged to the center of their house and set ablaze, he was dragged from the place he had known his whole life, kicking and screaming because he'd rather burn with his parents than go with their murderers.

Alas, a ten year old didn't have much choice in the matter did he? He was sent to live with his extended family, who- not to anyone's surprise- were not too pleased with their noble relatives. In turn, they sought to remove anything noble from Orion, and they would stop at nothing to rid him of the magic that now coursed in his veins, morals be damned. For eight years Orion withstood their teachings, every last bit of it. Even when he started blooming, and instead of finding comfort in the arms of a woman, he found it in the arms of a man. He was terrified of what that meant, he knew what they would do to him if they found out, if, anyone found out. He'd been so isolated from the reality of the world, the trauma that had been beat into him he beloved to be universal. Even so, he couldn't repress the raging beast that was his magic for much longer, it had time to grow, to form and turn into a force of nature on its own. And one day, he snapped.

All of his relatives disappeared, he simply said they retired with their children and left the family business to him. He has a simple smile and a kind face, but he takes nothing from anyone, many a time there has been a black eye or broken nose on known kleptomaniacs who tried to play their games with him. Sometimes, a thief's body is pinned to a building by arrows of pure obsidian. He learned of a blood mage willing to teach him their ways, in turn, he was to be kind to his daughter and protect her, as a big brother would. He yearned for his older days of being a big brother, so, he took his role in stride, as much stride as he could at least. He refuses to trust the mage, even if he did agree to teach him, as anyone could turn on anyone at any time for little reason more than gain.

He hates royalty with every fiber in his body, because they are nothing more than wolves on a continuous prowl for power and relevance. They will turn on each other when the picking is thin, if he had the chance, he would gladly tear any royal apart- with his bare hands if he has to- and as such, anyone with a royal air he often finds aggressively bumping shoulders with, if not throwing them to the ground.

Other: He has a baby brother he knows was sent to live far away, he sends letters occasionally and they talk here and there through his brothers own magic. He has a mild case of Tourettes where he does a twitch, mostly chest and arm muscles. Which played into why his relatives thought he was inhabited by evil spirits. Now he simply sells precious stones, and jewelry, even occasionally tells someone their future.

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