Orion de Winter
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Stallion
Navy blue coat of fur; sky-blue eyes, earth-brown hooves, mane and tail a very dark grey shot through with black.
Always poised and careful, it is unlikely you will see Orion trip up, physically or verbally. He has a very specific type of trot, measured and with each hoof precisely placed, that gives him a air of purpose and imperiousness. When he's talking to you, he continually keeps eye contact, sometimes as if he's staring you down, though if he's wearing a small smile, he's likely just teasing you about something. Can get pretty intense, and have a penchant for hoof gestures to illustrate every point.
male Pegasus A swirling spiral-arm galaxy, with stylized astronomical objects. He aqcuired it the first time he looked through a telescope: his special talent relates to astronomy and the things beyond even the skies of Equestria. https://buffy.mlpforums.com/8ad58d305aec51d50fae6e3b06d9330c.jpgDark, cold, calculating. Freezes up with a cross between anxiety and rage when spoken to rudely by someone with a brash and overconfident personality; this may or may not result in a backhoof to the face. Cannot tolerate ponies who disrespect him. Brilliant, but flawed in many ways.
Slight tic in his left eye that causes it to blink rapidly when startled or under stress. Spends some time obsessing over small things, and has a compulsion for instinctive neatness and order. May arrange objects in a sequence of powers of two. However, due to his strength of will, he does not let this interfere with his work beyond a exceptional neatness to his work and notation. He has lingering trauma from the death of his sister, and the locket he wears is a picture of her.
He's prone to mood swings, varying in intensity, from "Did you know how high this tower is? I don't, but I could use you to measure the distance..." to "I could kiss you right now, but..kissing? I'll be right back, I just need to grab a book on the subject..." Sometimes, he can be abrupt if he's working on something, and often doesn't want to speak when he's busy. If under pressure, he calms down rapidly and can often be the clearest head in the room. He possesses a sharp tongue and a very well-developed sense of sarcasm. Has a penchant for dry wit/black humor, too.
Likes: Foals, idiots, ponies who don't respect authority, ponies who can't be quiet, ponies he's forced to interact with...actually, ponies in general.Born into a high-class family of socialites in Canterlot, he grew up without many friends, despite his parents' efforts. Young Orion, or Sky, as his parents (Soliloquy "Sol" de Winter and Andromeda Eclipse) and sister (Aria de Winter), called him, spent most of his time locked inside a library, rarely preferring to socialize. When he did, however, it inevitably ended in several caustic remarks about the colt or filly in question's intelligence and/or breeding, which put a end to further calls very quickly. Despite this, he enjoyed a very close relationship with his family, especially his sister. Aria and him shared roughly the same interests, although she tended to lean more towards music (eventually working as an opera singer before her death). When he was a young foal, he had spotted a telescope in the local toy store, and begged his parents to buy it. He obtained it for Hearths' Warming Eve, and ended up using it the next night. Carrying up a cup of hot cocoa, his notebook, and a pencil, little Orion opened up the telescope, which he had assembled with the help of his father, and turned it to look at the moon. He scribbled down a brief notation of the craters and a rough sketch, and when he went downstairs after several hours of viewing time, he realized only at the excited exclamations of his family that he had earned his cutie mark.
By his mid-adolescence, he had already applied to Canterlot University, with an immaculate cover letter and accomplishments- though volunteer work was noticeably absent- and was accepted. At the university, Orion quickly became influential, joined a major fellowship, and became a fixture on campus and in the laboratories, where he gained a reputation as the one student with the perfect lab work. He greatly enjoyed his work over a four-year course (including graduate school), but as Orion was finishing up his studies, majoring in astronomy and minoring in magical theory, (a subject he had always enjoyed, although, being simply a Pegasus, he could not practice some of the things he was learning of) when his sister, died in a tragic flying accident; during a high-speed acrobatics run, she had apparently lost control in a heavy wind and was smashed into the ground, killing her instantly. He finished the last six months of his study (with a noticeable drop in quality) and then went home, Ph.D in hoof.
This trauma would affect him for the remainder of his life, and although the deep unwillingness to fly ended relatively soon, and despite the calming efforts by his friends and family, he simply shut himself back into the repository of literature and mathematics he maintained in his flat, and wasted away. During this time, he stopped renting his apartment and went back home to his parents, where he planned to stay until he could get a job at the university or as an entrepreneur. He did become a businessstallion, selling telescopes and various curios and artifacts, but ended up losing his business in the Changeling Invasion. After that, he decided to truly go back into astronomy.
After publishing a study titled "On the Phenomena of the Equestrian Night Sky" in the prestigious journal known as the Journal of the Equestrian Scientific Academy, he became a full-time astronomer and scientist, based in a larger home than his old apartment in Canterlot. During this time, he also published one of the first studies ever in the burgeoning theoretical field of Unifying Harmony. After three years of work in both fields of specialty, he gained a professorship at his alma mater. Unfortunately for him, he's also responsible for tutoring foals, which he never finds fun, though he can take a liking to his students and even tutor them if he finds them good enough- but good luck passing his famously high standards. He's now an authority in his field, and has published several major studies in the realm of astronomy, his one large one and then two smaller ones in magical theory, and a short science fiction novel that gained acclaim in its niche.
He treasures a tarnished silver and gold fob watch deeply, and takes it wherever he goes, tucked deep into the pocket of whatever he happens to be wearing at the time; and if not, he wears it around his neck on a braided leather cord. If you ever managed to look inside, you would be able to see a old-style paining of a mare in the dress of long ago, smiling at the painter; a miniature done in oils, who bears a great family resemblance to Orion. When asked about this picture and the cryptic saying engraved along the edges of the watch, he will either refuse to respond and ignore you, or reply with a long string of invectives.
He lives in a five-floored tower, made of blue crystal, spruce wood, and cobblestone. On average, you can find him at his writing desk or at the massive telescope that takes up the two topmost floors. He attempted starting his own business once, but ended up selling it for a small profit after it was trashed by changelings.
Quotes:
"I find that you bear an uncanny resemblance to the common jungle orangutan."
"Ideas are very important. If you deny the theoretical aspect of knowledge, you deny knowledge itself."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shuttity up up! Are you physiologically incapable of shutting your muzzle?!"
"Let me make something quite clear to you. I don't care if you're an archmage, I don't care if you're the bloody fastest pegasus in Equestria, I don't care if you can throw buildings. What I do care about is that you messed with my friends. I may not have many, but the ones I do have are my second family. And I can assure you, if you mess with my family, I will make explicitly sure that you will remember the day I hunt you down as the worst of your entire life. Are we clear?"
"Oh, that's a nice book. But really, only approximately five hundred pages? Far too small for a subject of such importance. Here, hand me that red pen and the typewriter..."
"Huh? No, I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up when the sun's..hm...how about when the sun sets? Good. Thanks."
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