Orrian is the product of two wildly different words within the valley the elves call their home. Where he lies between them...he's not quite sure. 

The first being the White Court--the ruling body of the elves that is, by all definitions of the word, corrupt. Not that any would ever admit it, but the elven queen is little more than a fool. Orrian was raised in those courts, by one of the most powerful elven women to mar the white marble that is the court's namesake. The cunning, the thinly-veiled threats, and the shrewd dealings come far more naturally to him than he'd like to admit. As little more than a teenager, in hopes of going somewhere-anywhere-fear didn't dance in the eyes of others when he walked into the room, Orrian joined the valley's most respected guild: that of the healers. 

His training changed everything. The struggling villages in the foothills, the ones that actually were what outsiders believed the elves to be, were left to die by the nobility who viewed them as little more than wastes of resources to feed. Orrian will never forget the desperation in the eyes of the halfling that ran the village he was stationed at when they discovered his surname he had kept so carefully hidden. 

Orrian went into the games expecting nothing. Why would he, of all people, bond to a dragon? But when he does bond, Orrian will do anything to ensure the White Court doesn't gain more power, even if it means playing their game that he so despises. 

Voice: By nature, Orrian is soft-spoken. It was one of the few things his domineering mother wasn't able to straighten out of him. Despite it being tiresome, he can put on a damn good mask of what he's expected to sound like. Feel free to play around with this dynamic!