₂ Orial

“A rose without thorns is a sorry sight indeed!”

Orial is a young lord of Airtafae, mercantile house dealing in enchanted cloth for generations in the guilded capital of Amn - in the golden city Athkatla rift with immoral notiriety and steeped in corruption. Spoiled and narcissitic with family name and wealth behind each frivolous action, his true love lies in luxuries - fine cloth, fine drink, fine company draped in sparkling jewlery and their own show of affluence. Truth be told, he is immensly vain with a great devotion to his appearance - especially how he is seen by others.

Yet the position he holds beneath his half-sister, Cesc, successor in line take over both name and property, and his failing in the family 'arts' make much of this boastful arrogance something often put upon. A pretentious pretense to hide self-doubt, lacking of confidence and internal anxiety, though these rarely reach the surface.

Spirited and outgoing, Orial takes the family practice of placing enchantments upon fine clothing not altogether serious - not apt at the art himself even after extensive education. Having been trained in the magic for years under dutiful tutage but with no true talent, Orial drifted towards other interests- cultivating plants, learning & spending coin on fine arts, mingling in more social events where a flaunt of wealth garners the interest of other nobles and he can hold the megar position up as something of import. He is quite intelligent, though clueless when it comes to things which one might not find outside a book or the social circle he has been groomed for - especially inter-personal relations.

• Expensive Things. Things of Beauty.
• Flowers, Roses, Hortaculture. This has only grown over the years into something all-encompassing.
• Fine clothing. Visible Shows of wealth & status. Enchanted Cloth in particular.
• Attention. Specifically from women, regardless of state or status.
• His Family & House - in theory at least.
• The Abstract, Surreal & Emotionally driven. Dreams, Music, Poetry.
• Control: Over self; over future; over status.
• Romance - the sheer act of it, being in it and especially reciprocation. Easily Jealous.
• Carnivals, festivals, feasts, & celebrations!

• Rejection (I mean nobody likes it...he can't handle it).
• Being Corrected. Don't tell him he's wrong nah thanks. Don't call him out on his shit.
• Solitude; being alone.
• Cooking, cleaning, domestic work & chores.
• Smoke.
• Being ignored. Being Spoken Over.
• The Cold - esp the snow and cold rain.
• Studies in "Logic" & "Mathematics".
• Emotionally cold individuals. People who won't open up.
• Politics. The games and nobles deception that comes with it.
• Himself to a big degree, he would be unlikely to admit this...

Born out of a whirlwind romance on the cust of his Father's arranged marriage, Orial was never to be the one who inherited the family name despite order of birth. The marriage, binding two high houses and their wealth together meant the produced heir of both - a sister, less than a year younger than he - would always be the one to hold this role.

Seen as a failure in the art of enchantment, Orial drifted to thigns he thought might gain him attention and reassurance - song, dance, the physical attention of others (whether bought or earned). His skill lay in things more natural than enchantment - with the horses or hounds or his greenhouse filled with rare plants. These were never things seen as 'worthwhile' in the eyes of the family, though. They were wasteful hobbies that would earn nothing and often cost much.

Whispers among nobles turned to plotting. Plotting turned towards Lord Airtafae. There was an attempt upon the man's life. Poison made its way into Orial's Father's cup - a deadly mix that was unintended for the eldest son, but drank nonetheless.

Instead of death, a spark in him - bloodlines from a Mother he didn't know - curled tight around the man, brought out murmur of a connection to the Fey. Like a siren call, the change that drew him in was one steeped in vines and in thorns and in wild nature he'd found solace teasing and toying with as 'hobby'.

Already lacking skill in the family magicks, Orial was suddenly barely able to preform most basic of enchantments - flare of new blood disrupting what he'd spent years trying and failing to master. The leap and burst of connection to the feywild, things he barely understood, had him losing control with even his shape. Sliding in and out of a forms human - vistage often was that of a massive stag, either completely or partially, appearance altering like glossimer thread rippling over his skin, changing suddenly and against his will.

Orial fled south. That siren call of 'forest' drew him in, drew him away from golden city - rejection from an escort he had spent near a year wooing with the coin in his purse only spurring this along. He learned the art now plauging him like a disease wracking form in ways uncontrollable and demanding. He learned from a master who never showed his face, a master who wore the shape of many different creatures and yet would never shed them nor speak. And while he was away, a new whisper and plot ate away at family and at name.

Little more than imprisonment awaited him upon returning - captured and questioned on things Cesc had done, on the death of family and in turn the assassination of contesting nobles. A slave, trained retainer and personal aid to this sister who was nowhere to be found broke him out of stockades, freed him only for them to run Southward again...a poor turn for the man who had simply wanted to sleep in his own bed, drape himself in his own clothes, take place back up in the ranks of nobles with purse full of coin and little care in his head.

• ▹ hedonistic, self-satisfying & indulgent
• ▹ loquacious & very outspoken
• ▹ demanding; tactless
• ▹ uninhibited
• ▹ emotional
• ▹ lacking in confidence; insecure
• ▹ easily sorrowful & prone to melancholy
• ▹ petty
• ▹ highly educated
• ▹ cultured, urbane....he tries
• ▹ rigid, unmoving in mind & ideals
• ▹ often disagreeable
• ▹ impatient
• ▹ 'colourful'...melodramatic, flamboyant
• ▹ romantic
• ▹ unappreciative
• ▹ shortsighted
• ▹ narcissistic, vain
• ▹ easily jealous
• ▹ sensual. very fond of physical plesure.

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• ▹ basic enchantments
• ▹ herbalism & plant identification
• ▹ educated in a great deal of history, trade regulations, etiquette & mathematics
• ▹ formal dueling
• ▹ learned on a number of instruments including the zither, lute & harp
• ▹ natural medicines & basic healing
• ▹ animal handling - horses & hounds
• ▹ horticulture & cultivation of rare flowers
• ▹ public speaking - well-learned with words.
• ▹ fluent in a handful of languages - proficient at a good many more.
• ▹ wine identification
• ▹ oil painting; loom weaving; other 'fine arts'
• ▹ diplomacy & trade speak
• ▹ walking the 'hidden paths'; feystep
• ▹ shifting shape - he naturally slips into the guise of a great stag, though there are a number of other vistages he's familiar and comfortble with
• ▹ dispelling enchantments & banishing magical binds
• ▹ adept at reading lips

• ▹ hates silence - will fill it with chatter, but will often demand that others do as well. becomes deeply uncomfortble by those who aren't willing to do engage like this.
• ▹ hums, whistles, sings beneath his breath.
• ▹ picks at any food - seperates & digs through meals. overly picky about what he will/won't eat. no meat or milk.
• ▹ prone to extreme hyperbolization. needlesly exaggerates.
• ▹ light sleeper - very moody if woken, doesn't fall back asleep easily.
• ▹ terrible liar - can't look anyone in the eye; filled with nervous energy.
• ▹ dislikes large open flames to a point of discomfort onward to fear.
• ▹ very physical; often touches others when speaking to them. stands very close.
• ▹ often speaks abstractly - not quite riddles, though very indirect, 'sayings'/refernces.
• ▹ adores gambling & games of chance but can be a sore loser. often willing to cheat.
• ▹ tendency to over-explain himself & his reasoning.