Name: Orb Rian
Age: 16
Birthday: Capricorn 28th
Hair: His hair is short and spiky like icicles, and is made up of two primary colours.
Primary: White (standard), Red (anger), Green (excitement), Yellow (fear), Brown (nervousness), Grey (confusion), Cream (hunger)
Lime (lying), Orange (discomfort), Black (worry), Pink (happiness)
Purple (?) Gold (arrogance) Blue (embarrassed) Coral (Disgust) Maroon (jealousy) Silver (Thinking) Rosewood (Annoyed)
Secondary: Silver.
Eyes: Blue (left) and Gold (Right)
Height: 168 cm
Description: A young boy who loves everything he sees. He is clever and hopeful, whenever he sees someone in need, he will help them. He also tends to be quite feminine looking which bothers him.
Legacy: Sétanta.
-Break-
Continent: Fimbulwinter (Victoria)
Location: Nialathrú: Anucroí prison
Anucroí prison is a large structure buried under the ground beneath the giant tree Anucroí. From the base of the tree, its roots move down into the ground, and due to their thickness, it is possible to build a structure within them all. Through the efforts of Nialathrú druids' Beast blood battle arts, they managed to make space within the roots without damaging their ability to absorb the nutrients from the ground. The prison was made as a response to the size constraints within Nialathrú.
And within the prison, a young boy walks. He moves from branch to branch within the prison, passing by each cell and throwing large balls of his hair into each of them.
The branches inside prison are used to create a rather unorthodox path around, and combined with how icy the entire area is, for most it is hard to traverse. But for the boy, he simply freezes his legs to the branches and keeps moving.
He moves through the area, heading for the lowest point. But as he starts to move towards the bottom cells he here the sound of a woman saying, "You crazy bitch, stay away from me! I won't break as well."
The boy, hearing this, smirks, and his hair turns green in excitement, and he slowly starts to walk towards the cage, and as he does, the woman screams more and more.
"Stay away, stay away, no matter what you do to them, I won't break, I won't be defeated."
The boy then quickly pokes his head from the side of the cage, and says, "BOO!"
Which shocks the woman in the cage.
ΦUnable to hold it back anymore, I fall to my side and burst out in laughter.
"I can't believe that worked. Aren't you a beastkin?" I say as I laugh with my entire soul."
The former leader of the beastkin, Cultúir, says, "Look at you scaring a young lady like myself."
"Young lady?"
Cultúir moves to the bar of her cage and tries to swipe at me, but I quickly move back from the bear's wrath and say, "Not today."
Composing herself, she sighs and says, "Well, at least it isn't her."
As Cultúir turns to move back to the bed in her cell, I say, "Who?"
"The evil one with the pink hair."
"Do you mean Elia? Has she been down here?"
"Yes, that demon. She has been coming here an-." An icicle from one of the branches breaks off and drops down, which causes Cultúir to stop talking and start to shake.
"She is coming, she is coming."
Throwing a snowball I made with my legacy at her, I say, "No one is coming, and besides, she is just a normal human girl. You talk as if she could do something to you."
Moving up the cage, Cultúir says, "But she did!"
Looking at her body, I say, "Well, you don't look injured."
"She doesn't attack with her body, but with her words. It is like I am being constantly smashed in my soul."
Cultúir sticks her finger out of her cage and points to another cell and says, "Just go see what she has done!"
Walking over to the cell beside her, I see Dúr, the beastkin who tried to assassinate me and the rest of the Fanalis children before Cyrus showed up. But what I see turns my head Grey.
With a giant smile on his face, Dúr says, "Is that you Orb? I hope you are having a fine day."
"Huh?"
My hair turns switches between cream, yellow, and orange, and I say, "W-What happened to you?"
With eyes as pure as a newborn baby's, he says, "Nothing, my good Orb, I have just been saved and redeemed from the beast I was before. On that note, I humbly apologise for my prior behaviour. It was rash, indecency, beastly, uncouth, and I hope you accept the apology of this scum before you."
Φ Orb look towards Cultúir, and she says, "That witch did that to all the other ministers as well. She broke their souls with her words, then with that same tongue built them back up in a matter of da-."
Cultúir comes to a stop as she sees Orb with a completely smithen facial expression and says, "What are you doing?"
With blue hair, Orb says, "Nothing! Just lost in thought!"
Φ Walking back toward Cultúir's cage, Dur says, "Please forgive me."
Standing in front of her, I say, "I will send a doctor down and restrict her entry here for a while."
Calming down, Cultúir sits back down on her bed and says, "I thank you. Now I will be willing to give some grace to you usurper. Tell me what you want and leave."
Sitting down on the floor with my legs crossed, I say, "Don't be like that. I just came here to talk for a bit."
Seeing her blow a cold cloud from her breath, I say, "Chilly, isn't it. I can't believe you guys would build a prison down here."
"It works as a method of getting people to comply. Discomfort can be worse than torture for some people."
"But people are rather adaptable, especially beastkin, so it doesn't seem like it would work in the long run."
"Unlike you, we don't all have the power of a wonderbeast. Prolonged cold isn't something we can deal with."
Orb, in a black shirt and shorts, with a blue bandana on his head, says, "That isn't true. I feel cold as well."
"THEN PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!"
"No need to shout. But don't worry, I have figured out a plan to help everyone out here."
Orb throws a ball of clothes over towards Cultúir, and she grabs it and says, "What's this?"
"Some clothes made out of my hair. It holds the same cold-resistant properties that my body does. So it should keep you warm, though I guess as a bear beastkin, you were already doing fine beforehand."
Cultúir, holding the coat, says, "Why are you here? I am getting tried of this conversation, so tell me what you want and leave."
She drops the coat on the ground, and I say, "I just wanted to come talk to you a bit about life."
Cultúir stares me up and down, then says, "From how exhausted you look. I am guessing that your efforts to rule haven't been going well."
With dark black hair, Orb says, "Of course it hasn't been smooth. When you randomly inject a population of around 50,000 into a population of 7,000, things start getting chaotic really quickly. I haven't slept since the new year started and don't plan on for a while."
She giggles a bit and says, "A rebellion isn't as easy as you thought, is it child, but if your looking for advice on how to rule you won't be getting a drop of it from me."
Puffing up my cheeks, I say, "You wouldn't share some advice for someone as adorable as me!"
"I would smash that face with a hammer if I could."
"Violent, but violence is a tool you love using, just indirectly."
"Of course I do; it has allowed me to rule in peace all my life. It brings order, and amnesty, while being the only tool that is effective in a crisis."
"Yet your people were culled by those same exact tools."
"It was inevitable. We were so densely packed in this land that another hunger crisis was going to start. The moment the soil started to get damaged, people where going to die and I simply decided who would come out on top by acting first."
"To a certain extent, I think you are right. People were going to die, but if you had chosen the more foolish option of holding out hope, in two decades, you would have all been allowed to escape."
"Are you telling me I should have counted on the fact that someone would randomly open up Fimbulwinter for us to escape through?"
"From a purely numbers point of view, what I am saying is stupid. But looking at things from a numbers point of view is inherently illogical because one would never have enough data to make a decision."
Enraged, Cultúir says, "Shut your mouth, boy, I have heard enough of this nonsense. Leave!"
"I am sorry, but there are far too many lives on your hands for me to care about such things. Cultúir the answer you gave me was number-based, but with the effort of both the druids and smart polices, the idea that the beastkin would starve immediately even after the soil issues is untrue.
Beastkin have different dietary patterns, and druids, through the years, store large amounts of food within the great tree of Anucroí. It may have been a logistical nightmare, but the option of saving as many as possible was there, so why didn't you choose it?"
Composing herself, she says, "Orb, in terms of knowledge, you may very well have more than I do. But one thing you do not have is experience in dealing with others.
I have come to understand people's minds and patterns over my long life, and I have seen all I need to justify my decision. Looking back on it, you could rightfully tell me that maybe there indeed was a way to feed everyone.
But on that day, during the council of all our leaders, not one was thinking of such an outcome. They were fighting and letting out all of their grievances, trying to find ways to horde as much food as possible for those they aligned with.
Because in the depths of each of their hearts, none of them wanted to help each other, just gain as much power as possible to defend themselves from each other."
"That fear and hatred didn't start that day; it was merely the accumulation of the actions taken up to that point."
"What of it? It existed in that moment, and even if I wanted it to, it wouldn't vanish. But more than that, people didn't want it to vanish."
"What are you talking about?"
Cultúir laughs to herself and then says, "You're really are a idealist, aren't you?"
"No, just someone who understands how amazing the people around him truly are."
Her body moves in a manner that doesn't suit someone in a cell. In the micro-movements she makes, from tilting her head to the positioning of her hands as she speaks, it is elegant yet powerful.
The presence she gives off radiates the title she has previously held in her life, and in the face of this, I start to freeze up. "Well then, Orb, answer me this: what is a country?"
Name: Echoing Hyena
Height: 190cm
Type: Wonderbeast, Carnivore
Description: A fur-covered, quadrupedal, spotted wonderbeast with holes scattered throughout its body that resembles a hyena in many regards. It has a strong, reinforced jaw that looks like a black piece of metal, and it has two elongated pieces of skin on the top of its shoulder that it can whip around to capture a target. They are capable of using the holes on their body to both sense changes in air pressure and use echolocation giving it an immense level of spatial awareness.
Fact: Due to their immense level of spatial awareness, the Echoing Hyenas have been known to be very good at teamwork and have been spotted many times playing group games with each other. Some even say they have been spotted playing a form of football.