I posted about this a while ago but not in detail. I've thought about a future timeline with Orsinio as the new March. He's involved in the Great Game. He's the logical and trustworthy choice to fill the seat. (And his birthday is in March!) He'd feel a way about using yet another pseudonym, though... another layer of lost identity, another degree of disconnect from his past.
The third month:
March is more of a winter month than a spring month, really. It has unpredictable weather that swings between highs and lows, just like Orsinio's life, conflicts, and emotions. Despite it being mainly winter, there's warmth and hope in it. Orsinio is a liberationist but his priority still lies in making sure people are warm and fed first, and he questions the practicality of any liberationist future where basic needs aren't met (especially from a disability angle with adaptations to life in the dark).
March and September, the months with equal light and night...
I've written a little bit about him as March in a Sunless Skies AU:
In Like A Lion A cloak the color of Eleuteria's sky flutters about the one who approaches you and makes it harder to discern his figure until you close the distance. March is a short, somewhat plump, bespectacled man with graying red hair. The only flash of color in his midnight black ensemble is a green checkered waistcoat that matches his eyes. A watch chain gleams like the absent sun. He carries with him a silver-handled walking cane that leaves a patch of frost behind each time he strikes the ground with it. He greets you with a black-gloved handshake and an appraising gaze. "You're the new recruit, are you then?" he says with an Irish accent. "Welcome, my good [addressed as]."
Ask what he's doing at Winter's Reside Isn't March a spring month?
A slight chuckle "If you count until the equinox, it has more winter than spring days." He raises an eyebrow. "Besides, every season is winter in the High Wilderness." Is he having you on? March does not trust you yet. You must raise your rapport with him to learn more of his backstory.
Doing quests for him would involve collecting intelligence from various ports, including Sky Barnet, the Royal Society, Lustrum, and the House of Rods and Chains. You'd learn bits of his backstory, mostly related to his grief and the personal reasons he has for wanting the Liberation.
Ask what he's doing at Winter's Reside (with more trust)
"The name March was chosen for me. My true name, the one I chose, has been concealed since I took up the mantle. It's been a long time, too long, since I've heard it. The identity with more responsibilities is layered on top, like an overcoat, like the present over the past."
The climax of his quest would be him asking you to take him to Death's Door. "I needed to see it with my own eyes. The seat of a judgement's power. Know thy enemy." he says. (Really he wants to see the Blue Kingdom because there's something wrong with him.) I have bits and pieces of that scene written.
Is he looking for someone there?
A cautious shake of the head "The Judgements are not true gods, and this is not a true afterlife. A purgatory, perhaps. Though if Horatio was anywhere, I'd wager I would meet him in purgatory… no. Despite everything, I remain faithful. My brother remained faithful. He would not be here."
He sways slightly on his feet, entranced by the light. In his eyes are blue flecks. You hear the compulsion of the logoi. "Come closer. Don't you want to be sure? Maybe you could get him back."
Make preparations to turn back Has he seen all he wishes? You don't wait for an answer. You're getting the b----y hell out of here.
or
Encourage him to explore further Do you believe it may bring him peace? Or do you simply wish to sate your curiosity of what happens beyond? No matter the outcome of this, March will never trust you again. This will have consequences. [You are no longer welcome at Winter's Reside]
To end on a lighter note (like the month of March): when he boards your train, you get this interaction if you have the Hoarder.
"If it isn't the delicious poisoner." "Apples, you old b-----d. I hoped I'd never see you again."
