After another failure in adventuring leaves Efri Stroud penniless, she decides to chase her dreams of becoming a famous musician rather than trying to fight goblins in caves.
I’ve been running a legacy and 100 baby challenge on my own because of the quarantine, but I wanted a new family in my library so that my towns aren’t full of people only related to each other haha. So I saw the Forgotten Realms Legacy Challenge by @anxiousmoodlet and got REALLY excited! I’m not sure how much I’ll post about it, I guess depending on how many people would be interested? But I love how Efri turned out, she was my first dnd character I ever created and felt it was appropriate for such a challenge!
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ORI-ON_DEE for @radioactivedotcom‘s THE NEMESIS
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“Listen, I have an associate, a friend over on Sulani, they can hook you up with the cash. I just need to get there first!”
“I’m, definitely going to need more than that. Especially given your record.”
“I’ll literally give you everything in my pockets. Right here, right now. If you let me on-board.”
“Is it anywhere close to the amount needed?”
“Perhaps. Maybe! Let’s find out together!”
STOWAWAY II 20 II UNEMPLOYED STRAY OF THE STREETS
A murder mystery always needs a joker or two. Lots of text, not-as-heavily edited pictures and more under the cut!
Ori-On_Dee, usually called Orion, mostly called Ori, is a baby-faced twenty year old occupying a small corner of San Myshuno. No one really knows when they arrived, but mayhem certainly increased in that sector the day they made themselves at home. As the cops that have thrown them in a jail cell for a day or two for “disturbing the peace” would say, they’re quite the chief of mischief.
No one could deny, the bum had their fun quirks. It was hard to talk with them for a bit and leave them empty-handed afterwards. It wasn’t the ideal life for many, hopping between shelters and living solely off odd jobs and tips. Often, only having to jump place to place due to their many commitment issues, as they seem to self-sabotage themselves every few weeks or so. But, Orion lived in their own sloppy paradise they carved for themselves well enough on people’s generosity.
Many have asked Ori, “Is that really how you spell your name? Scratch that, is that even your real name?”, “Where did you even come from?”, and most importantly, “Can you be anymore of a hindrance to our great society?”
To which they answer swiftly, “Yes, Basically, somewhere in Cygnus, and Absolutely.” At the very least, no one could deny that Ori was a creative one, given their stories seemed absolutely made up, but were satisfactory in those invested in the stray’s mystery.
It was very clear that Orion had run away from something, but no one had ever really investigated what might have happened that sent them to this corner of the galaxy. The scars, the cybernetic eyes, and, well, everything else about them, could paint a picture, but no one had ever finished the puzzle. No one really wanted to.
At least, there was no need to, until that day at the loading bay.
Desperation and eccentricity do not mix well for a normal person on a normal day. They certainly do not help when needing to board a ship with no way to pay for it. Even if one was kind, the pleading was enough to make any sane person too suspicious to allow them on-board.
The Nemesis was the one most unfortunate, with it’s departure set as the earliest to get to Sulani. Ori really tried, but given the state of their body, attire, and namely, personality, it was concluded they were no match for the ship’s crew.
No one could fault Orion for trying to do things the right way.
But they could judge them for getting on the Nemesis in the very wrong way. Breaking and entering was a new low for Orion, but regardless of how true this “friend” story is, they’re certainly doing everything possible to get to Sulani no matter what.
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IN SUMMARY,
Ori-On_Dee, Age 20. Unemployed. Class D.
CHIEF OF MISCHIEF; Slob II Noncommittal II Creative
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SOME MORE FACTS:
They’ve been living in San Myshuno for a few months at this point, and have garnered a reputation of being well-meaning, but also being very annoying. Too invested in their own fantasies at times.
Use whatever pronouns you want for them! Gender is fake in space, especially on their home planet, where gender as a concept is practically nonexistent.
If they ever let their hair grow out, it’ll be a good red color.
Ori did in fact offer everything in their pockets, and it was, in fact, not enough for a ticket. The items offered included some car keys (knowing Ori, they belonged to a vehicle not of this decade, and most likely didn’t even work), toothbrush plus paste, a tiny collectible toy (definitely nothing rare, absolutely not worth anything) and a note, with a set of numbers.
Their eyes don’t provide them with any edge, as much as they like to pretend they do. They simply were replacements as their original eyes have gone blind.
Their signature includes drawings of stars on the side.
CLAUDE FAUSTINE PIERCE TAYLOR for @steinsims Bachelorette Challenge!
+Warning, lots of reading! Hints of misogyny, ableism, dead bodies.+
A letter addressed to Mr. Floyd Faustine, written in lemon juice. While invisible to the eye, the following text appears once slightly heated over a candle.
Mr. Faustine,
I wonder if you are even reading the messages I send you. Perhaps as soon as you realized this “Mr. Taylor” was your wife’s bastard, I am sure you have been using them to light your fires.
But I know how much you cared for your daughter. And writing has given me some peace. So, I hope that the words I give you end up burning well.
I have only ever visited the asylum grounds twice, each time only giving me more questions than answers. It seems the only time they would allow some other entity to prepare the body is if the family happens to live here, and would cause a fuss. They have their own doctors on the grounds, with much better use for a cadaver than a funeral.
If only you had kept Philomena home.
But, despite the troubles, the opportunity I stumbled upon was simply too good to ignore. The local undertaker stands on his last legs with no heir to his company. You understand meaning of legacy, and how much he would hate for the business he spent so long building to whether away in unqualified hands. How unfortunate for him. He was too quick to read through my qualifications to notice the inconsistencies between the degrees and doctorates. He is too kind and answers all the questions I ask. Who knows, perhaps God has given me a path in life.
And I will have to ignore it.
Are you pretending Philomena’s death has no ill-effect on you, then? I suppose I see the logic in that. She’s gone, but you’ll have your heir soon enough, if the child hasn’t been born already. Give Mother my love.
But, I remember how lovingly you would watch her come home, barefoot with mud between her toes. When you’d share in laughter over small things, like mismatched socks and fires that last too long. You understood her. If I could get one answer from you--Why did you send her away? Was it at least as hard for you as it was I, when I learned of her stay only after finding out she had perished? Taken her life, they say.
I’ve written far too much. A hefty letter has a larger chance of the wrong person opening it.
Yours.
FACTS
Pierce studied the arts, until his father excluded him from the household after his suspicions that he was not of his blood had been confirmed and confessed to by his mother.
Despite this, he still considers Mr. Faustine his father, although now only refers to him under Mr. Faustine or some other variant.
His younger years were spent studying under Mr. Faustine, and thus has been introduced to the business world. It was here he honed a skill in the forging of documents, that continues to help him as he drifts from place to place. It’s also another reason to keep his name secret. Most other rich, wealthy men really hate the Faustines--they’re known as scammers.
He truly only wishes to give his sister a form of goodbye, they had been so close growing up and she was the only one who would reach out to him once he was exiled from the family.
He now lives with his mentor, an old undertaker in the local community. While he’s conned his way into it, he’s grown to start appreciating the practice.
Given the stressful situation he’s under, he’s a bit of a flight risk. He's good with people, a nice man, but if he feels himself getting caught, he will flee first and think second. He doesn’t mean to abandon or hurt people, but this mission is very important to him.
Due to his own exclusion from his family, and his experiences with his sister, he feels a great amount of sympathy for the patients of the asylum. He is disgusted, but one track minded, and that mind is focused on finding his sister. This is why he hasn’t done much for the other victims, or really even talked to them before.
Bonus Stuff I Like To Throw In
He used to be pretty consistent about keeping his face well-shaven, but due to the unusual circumstances, it’s fallen to the wayside.
His painting skills are better than most perhaps, but he studied namely as a member of a company. He’s not exactly getting any awards for the pieces he completed. Still, he did love studying art and maybe once he settles down he’ll actually paint more.
His dream would be to live in a large house, and have some children of his own that he’d raise and love and never abandon as his fathers have. But, it’s a dream he’s mostly given up on. At the very least, he’d settle for having a little more money.
He’s had a lack of sleep and definitely has fallen asleep in the morgue. Which, is very ill-advised.
Thanks very much to steinsims for hosting this unique challenge, it’s my first time doing ANYTHING like this but I had a lot of fun creating him! Also can’t stop relistening to Emilie Autumn now.
