f.c tom sturridge
Rio [“ree-oh”] is 5’11, he has an ivory-pale
complexion, and often isn’t seen outside on
sunny days unless there’s shade. He is lean,
his muscular more similar to a swimmers. His
hair is black, and often unkempt with chronic
bedhair. Not that he seems to feel self-conscious
about it in the slightest.
His shift is that of a pied crow, a misleading
name considering it’s more commonly thought
of as a “crow-sized” raven. The only startling
thing about Rio’s animal form is that there’s
nothing crow-sized about his shift at all; he’s
as big as a common raven despite his typically
smaller species. His feathers are all black save
for a small band of white that stretches across
his shoulders and covering his chest.
Black clothing is almost the only thing he tends
to wear - a habit from his upbringing. His style
is simple but he is almost always wearing a dark
trench coat and boots. He doesn’t wear any
jewellery save for a silver raven necklace.
fun fact!! When he’s not sulking or playing house with
his shifters, he can usually be found painting alone in his
loft. In a different life he would have been an art
teacher; content to paint gothic-adjacent themes
and greek tragedies.
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“you were out of reach, and we’re out of time,
but I took it all and toed that line,”
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xxxx orion “rio” aster ○ cis-male ○ raven ○ 30 ○ leader
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“you held my hand and pulled me down with you,
it’s torture, i cower when you’re near.”
[ intimidating ] [ stoic ] [ sarcastic ] [ loyal ] [ insensitive ] [ resilient ] [ independent ]
__________________________________background______________________________________
xxxxxOrion Aster, or more commonly, Rio, was born in the English countryside to a single
mother, a small and sickly woman who passed mere weeks after his fourth birthday. He was
then taken under the wing of his great uncle; a wiry and older man who kept the boy at
arms length. To say that Rio had been born into money would be a gross understatement.
The Aster family was wealthy, having been well-established for centuries. They had made
their money by capitalising on their shifting abilities, corvid shifters emerged every other
generation or so, crows, rooks, magpies, and now a raven. Being able to change into a bird
was an incredibly useful and versatile skill; and the family had used it to gather dirt on the
most influential families at the beginning - blackmailing them and bending them to the will.
After decades of careful manipulation, the Asters outlasted most - sitting by and watching as
history toppled families like pawns on a chess board.
By the time Rio was around however, the family was nothing more than a collection of derelict
tombstones. His great uncle did little to raise him, leaving the young boy to a handful of maids
and masters, allowing him to grow up in an empty estate with nothing but himself for company.
When Rio turned sixteen, he caught a boy attempting to steal from the kitchen. He was blonde
with sun-kissed skin - a stark contrast to Rio’s rather ghostly appearance. Rio, against his better
judgement, allowed the boy to make off with the food. The boy came back a few days later,
running into Rio again in the orchard. After that, their meetings became more frequent and Rio
often snuck out to meet him under the moonlight. Their friendship turned into romance, and Rio
finally shared his long-kept secret with another. From then on the young man could often be seen
with a black and white raven nearby, keeping an eye over him.
Rio’s great uncle died a month after his nineteenth birthday, leaving him as the sole heir to the
Aster family name and fortune. Haunted by the ghosts that wallowed in the halls of his family
estate, Rio decided to leave with his lover - promising a chance to start again. It wasn’t
meant to be, and a few months later the sun-kissed man was shot dead - mistaken for Rio by the
people who aimed to exterminate the last of the shifters. They hadn’t even known for Rio looked
like and they had still hated his very existence enough to murder an innocent man over it.
Rio left after that. His mind untethered within his skull for a few years as he merely existed. He
used what was left of his inheritance to buy a few thousand acres of wild land in Canada,
falsifying a fake logging company to act as a cover story. Slowly but surely word of the safe
haven spread, and Rio became the reluctant leader of a small family of shifters. It’s been eight
years since he established himself in Canada, but he still refuses to speak of his family.
__________________________________personality______________________________________
xxxxxRio is intimidating to be around. He doesn’t show a wide range of expressions on his
face, and he instead regards most people with a piercing look; content to just observe silently.
His upbringing left his social skills rather lack-luster, so whilst he cares deeply for his pack, it
doesn’t typically show very easily to newcomers or to people who aren’t very familiar with him.
His voice is deep and gravelly, and his British accent is apparent. He speaks in a more archaic
manner, his old-fashioned tongue making him seem decades older than he actually is.
Despite Rio’s habit of unnerving strangers, or well, anyone that doesn’t know him well - he is
loyal to his group above all else. He will be firm if he needs to keep them protected, he is not
afraid of conflict and at times appears disinterested in it - very rarely getting irritated enough to
raise his voice.
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[ intj ] [ nov ] [ scorpio ] [ cedarwood & sea ] [ closeted homosexual ]
