[ooc: See here for info on Orpheus' music/powers.]
[In the Down]
Orpheus had needed to be sedated, not when he'd found out he'd been kidnapped but when he discovered his captors had taken his guitar. Now that he has it back, he's eager to make up for lost time. So, as soon as he gets to his room and sees it, he picks it up and heads right back out.
Those out in the Down at night might see a young man with a pinkish line down his throat, on a corner in the Down, leaning against a street lamp playing a tune that sounds like anticipation, the start of a new adventure, the danger of a quest. People close enough to hear may find themselves feeling the confidence of youth, the thrill of a challenge, ready to tackle whatever they may have been avoiding.
There's also a thread of something underneath that sounds like pure sunshine. Get close enough, and you'll notice that in about a twelve-foot circle around Orpheus, the air is warmer, fresher.
It's not for his audience. It's just that Orpheus hates the cold.
[Autonomy]
Being classified Submissive is maybe not ideal, but Orpheus doesn't mind it so much. He's always thought of himself as something of a switch, and he's lived in far worse conditions than those provided here.
Still, with his mark getting whiter every day, it's nice to be able to forget his designation and simply be. His guitar is currently a harmonica, for portability's sake, tucked into the pocket of his well-worn jeans, and while the music in this club isn't ideal, it's good enough for now. He doesn't dance, but he drinks, and when the time comes, he puts his name into the lottery.
Whoever it pairs him with, meeting strangers always makes for an interesting evening.
Orpheus | Greek Mythology | Submissive
[In the Down]
Orpheus had needed to be sedated, not when he'd found out he'd been kidnapped but when he discovered his captors had taken his guitar. Now that he has it back, he's eager to make up for lost time. So, as soon as he gets to his room and sees it, he picks it up and heads right back out.
Those out in the Down at night might see a young man with a pinkish line down his throat, on a corner in the Down, leaning against a street lamp playing a tune that sounds like anticipation, the start of a new adventure, the danger of a quest. People close enough to hear may find themselves feeling the confidence of youth, the thrill of a challenge, ready to tackle whatever they may have been avoiding.
There's also a thread of something underneath that sounds like pure sunshine. Get close enough, and you'll notice that in about a twelve-foot circle around Orpheus, the air is warmer, fresher.
It's not for his audience. It's just that Orpheus hates the cold.
[Autonomy]
Being classified Submissive is maybe not ideal, but Orpheus doesn't mind it so much. He's always thought of himself as something of a switch, and he's lived in far worse conditions than those provided here.
Still, with his mark getting whiter every day, it's nice to be able to forget his designation and simply be. His guitar is currently a harmonica, for portability's sake, tucked into the pocket of his well-worn jeans, and while the music in this club isn't ideal, it's good enough for now. He doesn't dance, but he drinks, and when the time comes, he puts his name into the lottery.
Whoever it pairs him with, meeting strangers always makes for an interesting evening.
[Wildcard]
[Hit me with your best shot!]