For the character asks, all for Orion: Face, Stature, Night
Face: 'Haughty goddamn prick' is a common first impression for Orion's face leaves |D His smiles are rare and usually strained, he tends to look vaguely pissed and like you've just interrupted something Very Important if you talk to him (and funny enough - his eyes are in fact rather strikingly blue). But it's also thin and hollow, the sort of look of someone who doesn't sleep well or often, and hasn't had a good, solid meal in quite a long time.
Stature: He's... not physically gifted, we'll go with that. Weedy sort of build, and he does try to hide it with multiple layers of clothing, kind of bulk himself up and hide just how much of a skinny nerd he really is. (That, and he naturally leans towards a dandy-ish style, so multiple layers are a given.) He's about 5'7, and stands as tall as he possibly can, but in the way of someone who's trying too hard to be seen and have an Air About Them, instead of like, actual confidence.
Night: He often works through the night, but switches to older, worn out clothes after dinner, and usually collapses in them at some point before dawn. The times he does actually go to bed intentionally, he just opts for boxers and an undershirt - sleep is the one time he's not trying to build or maintain reputation, or have any motivation aside from comfort.
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PART ONE.
cw: threats, monarchy and authoritarianism, unhealthy power dynamics
Maverick, the syreni pirate captain, stood at the helm of his ship, navigating the seas with ease. The wind tousled his hair, a concern for his carefully styled locks, but he brushed it off. Being a pirate was no easy feat, but maintaining his dashing, super-sexy appearance was an added challenge. The scorching sun beat down on his face, and he could feel his fins craving the cool embrace of water.
As he looked out towards the docks in the distance, Maverick's thoughts were filled with concern for his crew. Most of them were humans or featherfolk, unable to survive in the water like he could. He would’ve hopped into the ocean right then and there, but he couldn't bear the thought of them going hungry or thirsty while he swam to the docks alone. After all, he was their captain, responsible for their well-being.
And, where his crew were more suited for the land or the sky, Mav was suited for the sea. 'Cause Maverick... was a goldfish. Or, well, his species was a goldfish. He was a syreni, with big ol’ fins on the sides of his face, gills on his neck, scales scattered about his body like freckles, and a small fish tail, connected to his backside, which was currently still at his back.
His thoughts were cut off by the voice of one of his crewmates.
“Captain! We’re getting close to shore.”
He sighed, adjusted his coat, and looked over at said crewmate.
"Alright, prepare the anchor. We can't risk crashing into the docks. Ensure that all the lines and fenders are in position, and secure any loose items. Tell everyone to stow their valuables in their chests. Shit’s been breaking since DAY ONE, and I don't understand why none of you have learned from it at this point." Maverick grumbled, frustration evident in his voice. He waved the crewmate away, dismissing them to carry out the necessary tasks.
As his crew scurried about, Maverick sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts consumed by the challenges of docking. It was a task he despised, as it required meticulous planning and careful execution to ensure the safety of his ship and crew. But he knew it was a necessary evil to keep his crew fed and hydrated.
But, God. He hated docking.
Finally, finally, his crew had docked the ship. He had stuffed his pockets with gold, pulled a scarf over his face so that he wouldn’t be recognized from the wanted posters, and started out on a mission to find some supplies.
The town, whatever it’s name was, was big. The streets were bustling with activity, vendors, propaganda posters-
Wait, huh?
Maverick stopped in his tracks, and looked up at one of the propaganda posters. On it was an image of a rainbowfish syreni, with a crown on their head. In bright, bold letters, the poster read -
OBEY THE LAW, FOLLOW THEIR BRILLIANCE!
Maverick scoffed. God, how brainwashed were these people? He rolled his eyes, smiling softly, chuckling to himself as he continued on.
But, it seemed that on every wall, every building, every little store, was another poster.
ORDER AND COLOR FOR A GLORIOUS FUTURE!
EMBRACE THE RAINBOW OF LAWS, AND PROSPER!
ENLIST TODAY, JOIN THEIR BRILLIANCE IN DEFENDING OUR WATERS!
Maverick’s chuckling smile quickly turned into a grimace. Cool, yeah, this was weird as hell. He wasn’t dealing with this, not today. He could just get supplies from another town, he wasn’t going to stay in this freak-show, monarchy-worshipping hellhole for any longer.
He backed up, ready to leave, until he felt himself run into something. A wall? He didn’t think there was a wall there-
Nevermind. That was a fully grown man. In armor.
Maverick stumbled back, startled by the sudden collision with the armored man. He looked up to see a stern-faced knight, adorned in gleaming armor, staring down at him with a piercing gaze.
And, the man was huge. Like someone had stuffed a gorilla into a knight's outfit. The knight's helmet had a rainbow-colored plume, and his armor bore the crest of the monarchy that was heavily promoted in the propaganda posters.
"Watch where you're going." the knight grumbled. Their tone wasn't... mean, exactly, just intimidating. Calm, in a professional, disciplined sort of manner.
Maverick bristled, but held his tongue, knowing that causing a scene would only attract unwanted attention. He quickly regained his composure and tried to sidestep the knight, but the knight blocked his path, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Not so fast," the knight said, their voice booming from behind his helmet. "I haven't seen you around here before. State your business in our town."
Maverick hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He didn't want to reveal his true identity as a pirate captain on the run from the law, but he also didn't want to lie and risk further scrutiny. He decided to tread carefully.
"I'm just passing through," Maverick said, keeping his tone neutral. "I need to restock my supplies and then I'll be on my way."
"...People don't usually pass through Ueneku." The knight grumbled, and Mav felt a shiver go down his spine.
Am I gonna have to beat up this guy? Are we gonna have to fight? Because I would lose so fast. Maverick thought, looking up at the knight. Please, god, don't make them fight me.
"Take off that mask. Strangers here aren't nessicarily trusted, and you'd do us all a favor by showing who you are."
Maverick hesitated for a moment, but then slowly pulled the scarf down.
The knight stiffened. Obviously, they had seen Mav's face from the wanted posters.
"Captain Maverick. You're comin' with me."
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