name : orion tethalune / nickname : ori , rion / faceclaim : guy remmers / age : twenty - six / hollow : vallarion / gender : non binary ( he / them ) / orientation : panromantic demisexual / title : liege of kal'thera coven / moral alignment : lawful good / positive traits : ambitious , compassionate , attentive / negative traits : rigid , obstinate , proud / inspiration : knees aching from being pressed against the cold ground, hands clasped in a prayer, moonlight shining from between the trees, illuminating a path you wish to believe, embers flying into the night, destroying what you thought was once untouchable.
you lie down underneath the large oak. through his branches, moonlight shines on your face. the leaves play tricks of light through white boughs. you can swear you feel the pulse of life underneath your palms, echoing through the soil. the power this place holds, the ties it has to something much more powerful, something you can only yearn to reach.
born as the youngest of tethalunes, you are neither the heir, nor the gifted. no carpet of destiny lies under your feet, yet you kneel down on it to pray from the moment you know who you are. the holy ground of your land, the white oak;ย it fascinates you, you are proud to be of that bloodline, the ones that protect the scroll, who hold sacred knowledge. you spend time with priests and priestesses to learn more about your heritage, and strive to make your family proud.
looking up to your sister, you try to follow her footsteps. it's more complicated with your brother as he takes everything much less... seriously. you stand rigid and uncompromised, wanting to do good by tethalune name,ย while you have doubts whether he thinks the same. maybe you are also too much like him, and that's why you clash. you don't know. you don't like to delve too deep into it. what you know and keep hidden is that at the end of the day, when you put your head on the pillow, you know it is easier to live without the burden of responsibility. there is a hole it leaves in its wake, and you fill it with respect and honour for the kal'thera coven, making it your duty.
looking back now, you realize there are things you have taken for granted your entire life. the branches that shone under the moonlight, the welcoming halls of your home. the great tree that you spent most of your life around, worshipping with priestesses who told you their teachings with warmth. it's gone, all gone, in the blink of an eye. a fated night. you only remember bits and pieces: the embers flying into the sky, the screams echoing through nothingness, tear tracks down soot-covered cheeks. your sister's trembling hands around a scroll โ unraveling yet another painful secret unsolved.
it fills you with anger unlike before, to be displaced in this way, for your home to be destroyed so carelessly, slipping between your fingers with no way for you to stop. the fire that spread that night, starts to spread through your mind. if you were hellbent on making your house more powerful before, now it's tenfold. the grief and anger is funneled into trying to get more power in this tumultous world, to try to get some revenge for what has been done to you and your family.
- a ride or die? someone who gets Him and doesnt mind his ambitious side. it could go both ways!!
- childhood friends / enemies, would need to be from vallarion
- political alliances !!!!
- people he tries to get more info from
- friends? enemies? he can be very driven
- anything and everything! im much better at brainstorming i swear