item: a green scarf gifted by his father from his previous life,
if you peer inside it is a dark, bottomless pit. It may be used to store
items if Orion has given his word to do so.
Art by me.
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username: tsunamispray
name: Orion Oakley (pronounced Oh-rian Oh-klee)
gender/sex: male
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Orion roams desert terrain, helping lost/sick/wounded travelers. Transporting them to a safe place.
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personality: Orion can be over protective, especially if he gets really attached to someone/something, he can be rather stubborn and hard to convince and takes everything seriously, so DON'T be sarcastic around him, trust me, bad idea.
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significance: (written as if Orion wrote this (first person)) Many ask in which why a green scarf replaces my head, at least, if I ever had one. I still remember my previous life, growing up as a little boy, in war torn territory. I lived with my mother, twin sister and two older brothers. My father died when I was just a baby, bestowing a single green scarf to me. I never took it off, even when I bathed, it was just too special to me, it held the only memories of my father. We lived in the middle of nowhere with sand as far as the eye could see. Of course we had our own water source which was a well with the purest of water. We grew our own food and life was plentiful. Though, there were battles raging on outside and mother never allowed us to leave the house. But one day a group of masked people barged into our house and I immediately searched for my mother and siblings. I found her in my room and told her what happened, then I embraced into her arms and she held me. I never to let go. Then we could hear screams coming from downstairs, it was my twin sister with my older brothers, the men who came in started attacking them. They knocked each of them unconscious and dragged them away. My mother and I were watching from above, peeking out behind a wall, the men saw us and turned around to get us, I started crying, heart racing but then my mother said, "Son, if you live, never take that scarf off you understand?". It just made me cry and weep even more. The men started running up the stairs, they were coming for my mother, they tugged at her, forcing her to loose grip on me but I grabbed her arm but she said, "Let go dear, they have me now, soon I will be with your father, in a better place." she gave a weak smile and then the men tore her away from me, and I was left to cry. The next thing I remembered was a stomp to the face, and then, darkness.
For now I have been granted I a second life as an Iqena, forgiven for sins, and reborn. As far as my story goes...
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Spoken Languages: English, Arabian, Egyptian, Turkish, Russian, German
Arts: 
Caption; Basically it's my character Ethan riding on Orion's back through a sandstorm, there is a filter on it so the colors aren't so accurate uwu also he has a sprained ankle if that's not clear.
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