Oren

Oren Dryad (Earth Elemental/Demon Hybrid) Head groundskeeper // 35/244

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halfwayevil‌: 

This one seemed amusing, unsure what kind of tone he was going to take as he seemed to be biting his tongue and playing the polite staff member. That was even more funny to Corbyn and he closed the distance between them, walking over to him as he spoke of talents, deciding to tease him. “Perhaps I will.” he replied and looked over the demon hybrid’s form “What other talents do you have?” he asked with a smirk “Learnt anything from the slaves here?”

Oren may have been young for a dryad but he hadn’t been born yesterday. It was clear that this master was taking great pleasure in tormenting him. He knew exactly what the man meant about learning from the slaves but he decided to play dumb. Not that the master was hideous to look at, no, just more on principal than anything. As a way to try and take back some of the power he’d lost during the conversation. 

“Oh, many talents, sir, I find that you can learn from anyone. Everyone has something to teach that you likely don’t know.” he said it with as much sincerity as he could muster, easy enough since it was true but a little difficult because it wasn’t precisely what he’d been asked. 

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moonlitxgargoyle‌: 

Animals Diego could understand, but if he was honest, he didn’t believe plants had voices, and it made him think this man was a little crazy. “Good, I’d never willingly cause offence.” he said and smiled, trying not to laugh as he spoke to the plant but he did nod “Yes, I definitely like it.” he agreed, though he wasn’t sure he’d ever call a plant gorgeous.

“She is, or you are?” he asked and smiled at him “I’m head scribe, so I mostly deal with analysing magical scripture and artefacts, but I pretty much handle every paperwork, contracts, even finances.” he said and smiled. “You work with plants, I work with paper.”

When Oren had said he’d been called worse, he’d meant it. Lots of people who met him had thought he was crazy but it hadn’t deterred him from talking to his flower, plants, and trees. It would have been terribly rude to stop talking to them. He smiled at when he saw Diego holding back a laugh, “You shoudl try it some time,” he said with good nature, “She’ll keep your secrets, your frustrations.. I promise I won’t make her tell me anything.” he added the last with a wink.

“Both!” Oren replied, eyebrows going up at the reply. “Gosh, that sounds... tedious.” his smile was apologetic but he really couldn’t imagine having to be cooped up inside all day doing paperwork. It was his least favourite part of his job, often left until the last possible second, “You should name her. She has a name already, of course, but it’s impossible for us to pronounce...” 

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halfwayevil‌: 

“Well at least you’re smarter than I first gave you credit for.” Corbyn replied as the other man said that starting over would be good. “No, definitely not appreciated, nor wanted. So keep it to a minimum if you’re capable.” he replied and rose his eyebrows as the man said who he was like he was giving him all the information to report him. It was either a brave move or a foolish one. Most people would of given a false name, only this guy didn’t seem to be lying. 

“I suppose as you’re not used to carrying luggage you can be forgiven.” That, and there was now polite subservience, which Corbyn liked. Pity he said he was a groundskeeper and not a slave. “Groundskeeper? I thought you were going to say local florist from those comments, I’m surprised you have so much scope.” he teased.

It was going to be difficult to bite his tongue but he had run into other masters who thought they were all that and a bag of chips, as the saying goes. It only reinforced the teachings his mother and clan had given him about other species being trouble. He was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia for his home and it was enough to put his cheekiness thoroughly in check. 

The insult made him snort quietly as he smiled, “Yes, well,” self-preservation kicked in and he bit back the sarcasm, taking in a slow deep breath, tapping into his calm as he let it out again even slower, “I’m glad to have surprised you, sir, I have many talents.” He certainly didn’t want to mention that he was also in charge of cleaning the kennels to give him more ammo, “Will you be needing anything else?”

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moonlitxgargoyle·: 

“You’re…” he rose his eyebrows, trying not to be rude, but yet skeptical “Are you talking to the flowers?” he asked and glanced to them before he looked back to the other member of staff “Low maintenance sounds good, I have a lot to do, so I can be forgetful when I’m caught up in something.” he said and smiled to him “It’s Diego, and although I will remember your name, I’m probably going to refer to you as ‘the flower man’.” he said with a small laugh “Unless that offends you.” he added and then grinned “It’s perfect, I love it, thanks.”

“Ah, yes, plants, animals too. I forget that others can’t sometimes, apologies.” Oren grinned, he did like that particular power though his others were nothing to sneeze at, they had been massively dampened by the staff collar, “I’ve been called worse, Diego, flower man isn’t offensive at all.” he picked up the St. George’s Sword with a smile, lowering his voice, “There, now, you see? He likes you, you gorgeous thing.” his fingertips glowed a pale green as he infused the plant with extra health, just in case Diego forgot to water it. Thankfully it was a hardy plant and wouldn’t need watering every day. Turning to the other staff member, “Here you are, she’s excited to get to see what you do... what is it you do?”

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halfwayevil‌:  

Corbyn noted the way the man started to smile more and realised this was just a game to him, which begged the question, could he bruise a staff member? How far could he push him? Because he really did want to smack him in the face and kick him from the suite.

Hearing that cocky little comment, Corbyn nodded “Do that, demon, and I’ll make sure every stalk is thrust up your ass, and you’re drinking weedkiller.” he replied calmly “And no, unlike you, I don’t joke. So, shall we start again? Or am I reporting your impertinance to the chief of staff?”

Maybe the master knew that geraniums could represent fools btu he could always beg ignorance and say that he had absolutely meant it as friendship. In either case, the threat made him bite his tongue, not correcting the man in calling him a demon which was only half correct. 

“Ahh-haaaaaa, yes, hm..” Oren licked his lips and took in a breath, “Perhaps starting over would be... good. There’s no need to make any official reports, sir, I can see my humour isn’t appreciated. If you do decide to report me, sir, I’m Oren, head groundskeeper who was unfortunately given the task of bringing your bags up. Deepest apologies if anything is broken.”

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moonlitxgargoyle‌: 

The arm around him made him look to the other man, not used to such a sweeping motion but he smiled, already at ease with him. “Erm, I don’t know.” he said and smiled “I’m more in to greenery than flowers.” he said and smiled “And yeah, oxygen would be good. Though I don’t have a clue what I’m really looking for.”

“More into greenery than flow-” Oren was musing over his options, just about to make a suggestion for a lovely trifasciata laurentii when a cheeky daffodil caught his attention, “Oh, hush now, the man’s entitled to his opinions, don’t be rude!” there was only gentle chastisement in his tone, he could understand the daffodil’s insecurity, “Please excuse him, he’s a bit touchy, now, this will do, I think. She’s very low maintenance and actually purifies the air, releasing more oxygen into the space. Perfect for someone who doesn’t want to be cooped up inside! I’m Oren, by the way, didn’t catch your name...” He had stopped in front of a tall, proud looking Saint George’s Sword. 

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halfwayevil‌: 

“Flowers?” Corbyn just rose his eyebrows wondering what this fool thought he would want flowers for. “Do I look like a pansy man?” he practically growled at the idiot. He was almost going to punch him before he thought better of it, he didn’t look like a servant, they’d all scuttled off, so he supposed this was some staff member with nothing better to do, or perhaps just the castles loon.

“No, I do not want pansies. In fact I’d prefer you just leave if you’re going to start talking flowers.” he snorted and moved to take his bag. “Just, leave them at the door! You’re clearly not capable!”

Oren’s smile grew just a tad as the man got even more pissy at his suggestion. It was a little predictable and quite amusing but the dryad didn’t want to push things too far and actually get his head removed. He quite liked it where it was at the moment. 

He did a terrible job at keep his chuckle hidden but he bowed his head and held his hands up in defeat when the man ordered him to leave, “As you like, sir, no pansies. I’ll send up some geraniums, I think you’ll enjoy them!” 

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moonlitxgargoyle·: 

Diego wasn’t used to all the bricks of the castle, and although he sat by the windows, it still felt a little stuffy, so when someone told him to take a trip to the greenhouse, he did. Not sure what he would find. “Oh, I guess.. greenery?” he shrugged and smiled at the man “I was complaining to one of the servants that the office is stuffy for me, and they suggested I come here. I’m presuming they meant for a plant to make it feel more like home.” 

“Complaining?” Oren tisked quietly and made a grad sweeping gesture for the man to enter the greenhouse, “We can’t have that and, thankfully, I’ve got lots of lovely plants that would love to keep you company.” Wrapping an arm around the other’s shoulder, he slowly started making his way through the greenhouse, “Now, are you wanting something talkative or more of a listener? Maybe something to bounce ideas off of or give you a boost with better oxygen? That’s good for the studious types...” at each suggestion he gestured to different plants that would fit the bill. 

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halfwayevil·: 

Corbyn had been there a total of 2 hours, and finally, his bags were being brought up to his room. He watched as they dropped one, scrambling to pick it up and growled “Really? Do you have any idea what’s in there? Anything breaks and I’ll have you’re head!” he snapped.

Oren wasn’t very impressed. He’d been ordered to take bags up to a new masters room because “everyone was busy” but this wasn’t his damn job! He accidentally dropped one of the bags and hurriedly picked it up as the master snapped at him, “Sorry...” he grumbled, tempted to shake the bag to make sure nothing was broke. He was sure that wouldn’t go over well so he refrained, “I’ll bring you a fresh bouquet of flowers instead of my head, hm? Do you like pansies?” the words were spoken genuinely and the smile was kind, it was only his eyes that glinted playfully that would give away his teasing in pretty much calling the master a pansy without actually calling him one.

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“Hm, what?” Oren looked up, turning towards the rose at his elbow, “Visitors? No, I don’t have any appointmen-... oh.... thanks, friend...” turning fully towards the front of the greenhouse, the dryad gave the flower a little caress in gratitude before heading towards the front entrance to meet his visitor. He had a very extensive “grapevine” that included almost all of the plants and trees in and around the castle (not the lily in the main foyer, the bitch was too stuck up). It gave him certain advantages, like knowing when someone was coming. He opened the door of the greenhouse as the new staff member who he hadn’t had a chance to greet yet, “Oh hello!” he greeted with a smile, “Come for some greenery or for me?” he quirked a little eyebrow flirtatiously. @moonlitxgargoyle

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nursenixdom·: 

“Okay, as much as I love glitter, I really don’t appreciate people leaving glitter bombs in my office. This is absolutely ridiculous. Do you know how hard it is to get that shit out of anything? It’s in my hair, it’s in my goddamn scrubs. My gloves. Seriously. Next person to send or leave me a glitter bomb is getting one sent back to them.” Dom ranted to whomever was listening, as he brushed his hand through his hair, glitter falling, “this is not PRIDE, ain’t nobody got time for this.” 

Oren bit back the smile as he watched Dom with the glitter. He’d be just as irritated if the roles were reversed so he had enough sense not to laugh out loud at the other. “Isn’t there an anti-glitter spell somewhere?” he asked, unable to hide the amusement in his tone, “I should clarify, it wasn’t me that sent the glitter bomb to you, my condolences for the, uh, mess...” he stood firmly and purposefully back and out of reach of the nurse, not wanting to get glitter on himself. Glitter really was the devil. 

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krovscastlerpg‌:

Oren | Staff | 35/250 | Elemental/Demon | Versatile

“A poisonous seed will only kill you if you chew it and swallow.” 

Oren is very young for a dryad, born only 250 years ago. Though young, his magic is well enough advanced that he offered a job at Krovs (due to extenuating circumstances, see below!) as the assistant grounds keeper about 10 years ago and was promoted to head grounds keeper a few months back after the retirement of his predecessor.

His mother was an earth Elemental and his father was a demon. Once born, he stayed with his mother in Ben Macdui in Scotland, keeping close to home to learn their ways, taking on her opinions about the wars and such, keeping his nose out of it. He just doesn’t care about it. The elementals had seen too much war and he learned the stories inside and out, understanding that getting directly involved was useless and dangerous. It was safer to keep to their own kind, within reason, for safety as well as companionship. Elementals who got involved were cast out and Oren didn’t want that at all.

What do they say about best laid plans? Oren is generally quiet but can get quite rowdy if he drinks which he doesn’t do often since ‘the Incident’. He got drunk one night and ended up in a bar fight, of all things. In the fray, he accidentally killed another Elemental, a pure blood, ultimately saving a vampire’s life in the process and he was cast out by his clan. It was only due to the kindness of the vampire whom he had saved during the bar fight that he found out about Krovs. The vampire offered the dryad a job at the castle in compensation for saving him.

It was an adjustment to living at the castle but Oren is still grateful for place to stay and the job. He feels useful and needed and that’s pretty much what he needs to be content. He feels betrayed by his mother and clan and has no intentions of leaving nor of “acting out” or anything bad. He just wants to do his job and carry on with life.

Location of Birth: Ben Macdui, Scotland

Positive Traits: gentle, loyal, confident

Negative Traits: secretive, temper when pushed too far, judgemental

3 turn-ons: sex outside, bondage, whispering sweet nothings

3 turn-offs: bathroom play, extreme pain, age play

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