i'm teoki, ( she / they , 20 ) and i'm in the EST ( GMT -5 ) timezone. i'm bringing forward my portrayal of ORIN THE RED from larian studios' baldurs gate three. this is a sideblog that will be used primarily as a place for me to yap and explore orin's character! I AM CHRONICALLY ILL AND OFTEN BUSY. EXPECT MEDIUM TO LOW ACTIVITY ON THIS BLOG!

THIS BLOG IS SEMI-SELECTIVE, AND SEMI-PRIVATE, meaning that i am choosey with who i interact with!!! also, this is a side blog, which is something i will reiterate yet again. i cannot follow or like posts but if i do, the likes will be from my main blog: @misshollowayss

THIS BLOG IS IN DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT TERRITORY. please, please be aware of your headspace when reading anything i write! basic dni and rp etiquette applies, minors please dni as well.

note: my orin is aroace and will NOT be shipped with anyone under any circumstance. platonic interactions are just fine!

⠀⠀⠀orin took another step, her limbs moving in an unsettling wave. he had seen past her disguise. to think that playing that damned archmage would get her caught! and she thought she was doing well, too. she had played with different guises, learning more about the saviors of baldurs gate, the destroyers of the general that attempted to lead the murder march. surprise wasn't the word she'd consider regarding the party. annoying? that's more like it.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀you will be a good rat ,⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀orin's twitchy smile crosses her blackened lips and she gives them a quick lick of anticipation.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀and you will be a delicious offering to our cause. you act as if you aren't scared, but i can smell, yes, smell the fear that surrounds you.⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀the changeling took yet another step, the tip of her crimson dagger lightly pressing against the fabric of @liiveagain's garb.

⠀⠀⠀her scleras make it difficult to read the expression she wore, but the smile and the slight shake of her hand said all. her thirst for blood, for carnage, was a game.

⠀⠀⠀this was a game of cat and mouse, and she had made it known that she was the cat. orin presented herself like a feral feline, bloodstained and worn from the years, with much more experience than a hostage. it was evident with the knowledge she had, the grotesque paintings that the party had already bore witness too ( the damn clown in the lower city, for one ). she was a predator, higher on the food chain than a vampire spawn.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀my hand itches to flay that skin of yours and dress your body , hells , the painting i'd make of you ,⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀an unbecoming, maniacal giggle erupted from her throat.

⠀❝⠀⠀⠀yesyesyes- you'd serve me well, now, be good or i will make sure you don't speak another word.⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀