by the grace of the gods, old and new, i present to you ORRYN THALMARIS the ARCANE ADVISOR of HOUSE SOLLIA within the lands of SOLLIA. the gods have blessed us with their presence for FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE years. many know them to be FOCUSED, CHARMING, OBSERVANT, and while it is not always shown, it is said they can also be SELFISH, GREEDY, SPITEFUL. what will their tale in the story of metia be? only they can write it, so let’s see how their legend unfolds.
basics
full name: orryn thalmaris title: arcane advisor for sollia epithets: the steady hand, the quiet patron, and shaper. age: four hundred and twenty-five birthplace: greenstone, casther gender + pronouns: cis male, he/him arcane advisor years: one-hundred and fifty-seven. kinks: impact play, cuckolding, bdsm, chastity, dirty talk, shibari, spitting, and more to be discovered. antikinks: objectification, risky behaviour, feet, public exposure.
appearance
Orryn Thalmaris's presence is commanding without the need for raised voices or grand gestures. Dark hair, slicked back with meticulous care, crowns his head, the strands thick and glossy like raven feathers beneath candlelight. His eyes - deep-set and piercing - gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence, their near-black irises hold the weight of centuries spent unraveling arcane secrets. They hold a gaze that can strip away pretense, leaving those before him feeling bare beneath the scrutiny of his unwavering stare. A sharp, angular jawline and high cheekbones lend his face a sculpted, almost predatory elegance. His olive-toned skin carries the faintest touch of age-defying magic, smooth despite the centuries woven into his bones. There’s a sharp, trimmed beard along his jaw to give the rugged edge an air of refinement and importance. His lips, often set in a faint smirk or thoughtful press, hint at a man well-versed in both manipulation and persuasion. Orryn’s frame is lean and well-maintained - more scholar than soldier, but with a wiry strength born from necessity. Long fingers, calloused from years of tracing arcane sigils and clutching ancient tomes, often linger near the rings that adorn his hands - each a reservoir of latent power. His attire is generally the epitome of dark elegance - midnight-black robes tailored close to his body, with high collars and silver embroidery tracing arcane symbols embroidered along the edges. Beneath the flowing outer layers, fitted doublets of charcoal and gray cling to his frame, fastened by silver buttons etched with runes.
persona
Orryn is a chess player five steps ahead of the board - each word, each glance, each pause carefully calibrated for maximum effect. His focus is razor-sharp, honed over centuries of studying both magic and the mortal minds that surround him. Once Orryn sets his sights on something, be it arcane knowledge or political power, his pursuit is relentless. Obstacles are mere inconveniences to be dismantled or sidestepped over years of meticulous effort (when needed), and failure is an option he has long since erased from his vocabulary. Charming to a fault, Orryn knows how to wield words as deftly as spells. His voice, smooth as velvet, holds the power to soothe tempers, instill trust, or plant seeds of doubt with surgical precision. His humor is dry, laced with an edge that can cut as easily as it amuses, and his smile - dispensed as needed - has implications that there's always more than he's letting on. Beneath the polished veneer, darker currents flow. Orryn is no stranger to selfishness, pursuing his goals with a single-minded determination that rarely considers the collateral damage left in his wake. Greed, for him, is not for gold or land - it is the insatiable hunger for knowledge, power, and control. His longevity has only deepened this craving, for what is time if not an endless opportunity to claim more? Yet, for all his faults, Orryn is no cackling villain. His charm is genuine, his wit sharp, and his guidance - when aligned with his own interests - can elevate kings and shape kingdoms. But to mistake his loyalty for altruism is a dangerous misstep, for in Orryn Thalmaris beats the heart of a man who has learned that in a world of fleeting mortals, only power endures. And he intends to hold it, no matter the cost.
sexual
Orryn approaches sexuality with the same calculated detachment that governs the rest of his life. To him, intimacy is a tool - a fleeting indulgence that can be used to relax, manipulate, or gather information. His centuries of existence have dulled the thrill of romance, leaving him cold to notions of love or genuine connection. Relationships, in his eyes, are more often transactions than emotional bonds, and any attachment he forms is carefully measured against its potential benefit - or cost. While his tastes are broad and his encounters numerous, Orryn rarely seeks companionship for pleasure alone. When he does indulge, his preferences lean toward surrender - allowing another to take or trade control offers a rare reprieve from the constant burden of power and ambition. For Orryn, the concept of love is a distant echo - something he may have grasped once, long ago, but has long since discarded as a distraction. Trust is a currency he spends sparingly, and the walls he has built around his heart are fortified by centuries of loss, betrayal, and ambition. Those who seek to claim more than his body will find themselves met with icy indifference, for Orryn belongs to no one but himself.
folklore
in progress.... wants to be a council member for the magi
