#even then that is still too good for her. so orin taunts her. and she shows off how she wears bhaal’s divinity well. and she tries to make

[swordmaid]

the yves/orin dynamic I hc is so hhhhhjjmyhhhhhhdhdghh scrumptious to me bc yves was orin’s biggest tormentor. yves constantly berated orin and thought she was useless, and she made her grievance known. like yves constantly preaching abt how orin is so useless and worthless and the only thing that’s significant to her is the blood in her veins and unlike her, she will never gain bhaal’s favour and she’s always going to be a mongrel chasing her heel for a sliver of recognition…! and the fact that yves - besides being bhaal’s bride and chosen - was one of the head priestess of His church meant that she influenced others to think similarly too. orin was also one of the constant victims of yves’ nasty tantrums and when she’s feeling particularly curious and she wants to see how a shapeshifter’s inner organs work mid shifting orin is the first one she takes to experiment on. like yves in her dead three was SO nasty and horrible and her cruelty is so deliberate and calculated. unlike her god yves was not reckless nor chaotic, rather, she was very meticulous and executed everything she did with precision hence why I think she worked well with gortash bc she isn’t unpredictable like orin.

but anyway, yves being so horrible and nasty to orin so when orin FINALLY managed to stage her little coup, it is a very satisfying and vindicating moment. now she gets to see the woman who made her life living hell kneel and break open like an egg, and she WILL watch with a smile in her face. now she has a chance to prove her worth, and to show everyone that yves was wrong abt everything and she IS bhaal’s chosen, and i think yves would actually be proud of her for finally standing up for herself lol.

but then orin makes the fatal mistake of not killing yves 😔

[her-devils-advocate]

You and I were forever born to be free

♥. Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

♥. pairings: The Dark Urge (Nell) x Astarion

♥. content warnings: Spoilers for Act 3 Durge quest and mentions of Astarion's quest ending.

♥. notes: Finally free of the urge, Nell decides it's time for a fresh start, starting with an impulsive haircut as the weight of the events crushes her. Astarion is by her side to help her every step of the way.

The title is taken from the English translation of Akuma no ko (child of evil) from AoT. ♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52978714

♥. Word count: 1,835

He tangles his fingers in her raven hair, gliding them through the silky strands. Once his fingers would glide down to her lower back, intertwining with the waves left over from hours spent within a loose braid, only to now stop at her chin. He absentmindedly fingers the sharp edges, running the tips of his fingers over them repeatedly as he studies the half-elf before him.

Nell is fussing with his old hand mirror, the one he generously offered to hold for her, making sure to hold it at the correct angles to stave off her whinging. His offer only exists to keep her close as she plays with her hair while being held firmly in his arms, sitting comfortably on his lap. 

She mimics his previous action and runs her fingers through her hair, fluffing it out while he watches her squirm.

Astarion lets out a small grumble, as much as he loves a good preening, she had been at it for hours now and his legs were beginning to fall asleep.

"You look lovely, darling."

Her now silver eyes light up at his words and Astarion wonders if he will ever get used to the change, no more looking into her obsidian eyes, tainted by the urges that tormented her. Nell turns her head to catch his gaze, confidence slowly showing on her face as she finally relaxes in his arms.

"You really think so? It's a big change, one that was made somewhat drastically, I must admit... It's okay if you dislike it." Her voice is quiet as she hesitates, the constant uncertainty that gripped her due to her urges still hangs on tight, despite her freedom.

"Did I say that I disliked it? It is very different, I will admit. But after what you've been through, with those violent tendencies and all, I think some change will help."

She abandons her reflection to focus on him entirely as she searches his eyes for a hint of a lie. 

"It was just too much, Astarion." She pauses for a moment, he raises a single eyebrow as he watches her go to fidget with the ends of her braid, an old nervous habit that she will have to learn to go without now. She lets out a weak sigh when she realises before giving him a sheepish smile. "I still don't remember much about who I was previously and after what we witnessed in the temple, my old… home, I don't think I want to anymore."

The temple of Bhaal had given them all a shock, between its unwelcoming, oppressive atmosphere and the less-than-friendly members housed within, Nell and Astarion wanted to spend the least amount of time there as possible. 

Only for nothing to go the way they had hoped, as expected. 

Orin, Nell's niece of all things, had betrayed her. She had been the direct cause of her amnesia and in doing so, became the indirect cause of her liberation. Not that the vile woman deserves any claim to the struggles Nell has managed to overcome.

Astarion had also learnt that Nell, or rather "Lenore", had been quite the evil mastermind in her past. A fact he should find concerning, if he wasn't somewhat impressed.

Orin took great pleasure in taunting Nell, using her lack of memories against her.

She easily pinned the other woman in place with her words, dredging up memories of her own. Memories where Lenore had ruled the temple with a blood-red fist, the world's most dangerous being, situated beneath Baldur's Gate the whole time. It was clear that even then, Orin and Lenore never liked one another.

Despite the stark contrast between the two women's personalities, one a bloodthirsty maniac, the other an unsure woman who was afraid of her every move, there were certainly similarities regarding their appearances. The sharp jawline, the violent twist of the lip when the murderous mood struck, but even more striking was the long braid they both seemed to favour. Despite the difference in colour, one blonde and almost floor-length compared to Nell's mid-length braid as dark as night, one couldn't deny the relation.

Astarion could have sworn he heard Nell muttering about the similarities on their way out of the temple, hands covered in the blood of a relative she could hardly remember. She had been distant after that, hiding within her mind, even as Astarion gently guided her towards the bath to clean her, just like she had with him after the night he killed Cazador.

He was careful in his actions, treating her like glass and as if she would crack should he scrub too hard. A valid concern, considering she had just died a few hours prior. 

After making sure she was alright enough to be left alone, he retreated to their shared sleeping area to retrieve one of his shirts for her to wear

It came as no surprise when he returned to find her hacking off her long raven locks with one of his daggers, the action frantic and purely driven by impulse, the need to see a visible change, alongside her newly acquired silver eyes. 

A need he could relate to, having switched out his armour for a new set after gaining his own freedom.

He slowly approached her as if she were a frightened animal, not wanting to startle her and cause her to injure herself with the blade. He placed his hand over hers, stilling the action before taking it into his own and began straightening the lengths into a more acceptable style. 

Not a word was shared between the pair as he worked. The silence was thick as she replayed the previous encounter in her mind, only broken by the soft sounds of hair being deftly sliced by his skilled hand.

A soft, warm hand on his bicep pulls him out of his thoughts and back into the present. Nell is staring at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, an expression he has seen on her face many times yet one he will never get used to. 

Even if she no longer has that vacant, haunted look in her eyes.

“Ah, yes,” He clears his throat, attempting to mask the fact that he was lost in his thoughts, “I can’t blame you for that at all, my sweet. A new style every now and then never hurt anyone and I’m sure you will be happy for it when we get into a scuffle, now that you are less likely to find an attacker tugging on your hair.”

“I hope for my sake, I never feel any positive emotion over getting into ‘a scuffle’ ever again.” She gives him a lopsided smile, obviously trying to make him laugh for his sake, to clear the tense air around them after everything they have been through. “But I supposed you have a point…” “I always have a point, darling. Though I will admit that a part of me will miss your braid, shorter hair is a lot harder to tug when I'm behind you and-”

All he sees is a dark blur before he finds her small hands covering his mouth, instantly silencing him as she tries to conceal her giggles.

“Astarion!” Her voice is full of life as she playfully chastises him. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes soften, nor the warm, wet feeling against the palm of her hand. She pulls away to wipe her hand on his trousers, shooting him a half-hearted glare. “Did you just lick my hand?”

He gives her a shrug in reply before placing the mirror into her hands and moving to stand behind her, purposefully ignoring her confused expression. She holds the mirror up high, watching as strands of her hair begin to float behind her, overlapping with one another before he starts on the other section. Once he finally brings them together, he plucks the mirror out of her hands to show her the back.

Her heart swells with love as she realises what he has done, a small circle of braids now sit around the crown of her head.

“There, now you still have your signature braid. Just smaller and on the top of your head, rather than swishing around dramatically whenever you move.”

Tears well up within her eyes and for a brief moment and Astarion begins to panic, wondering if he went too far, too soon. 

Any fear within his chest vanishes when she rises to the tips of her toes and presses a chaste kiss onto his lips, her warmth quickly sinking into his skin and heart.

“Thank you, Astarion. Not just for this, but for being by my side for all of it, even at times when I certainly didn’t deserve you or your support…” Nell pauses, her voice cracking with a myriad of emotions, unsure of where to even start. “You deserve someone who you don’t need to fear will hurt you in the night, I hope I can be that person now that I’ve been given this fresh start.”

Now it’s Astarion’s turn to silence her, choosing a more dignified way to do so by grabbing her cheeks and silencing her with a deep kiss. He smirks into the kiss when he hears her muffled sigh, her hand reaching up to hold onto his arm to stabilise herself in the process.

“I believe we’ve had this conversation before, love.” He frowns slightly, silently mulling over the words to reassure her. He was never the best with words and she was never the best at believing them. At least now they have the chance to learn together.

His frown fades as he hears her chuckle, “Yeah, a few times now… I just, I don’t know, I have so much guilt. A lot of it is deserved.”

“Enough of that, isn’t that what your fresh start is for? Besides, I have just as many things to thank you for.

“I have never feared you, Nell. Yes, I feared what would happen to you, many times, in fact. But never the woman behind the urges, only how the woman behind them would react once she was back in control. I’m glad that is a fear both of us can put to rest now that it’s over. “You have fretted for far too long, Nell. It’s time to start enjoying life, rather than fearing it. I know I’m not exactly one to talk, but isn’t that what makes us such a charming pair, eh? We can grow together.”

He places his hands on either side of her face, angling her head up to look at him. Her steel eyes shine with tears, the candlelight glittering within them. He gently rubs his thumb across her lower eye, catching a stray tear as she simply stares at him.

They stay like that for a moment, simply watching one another before she buries her face into his chest, clinging onto him as if he were a lifeline.

“I would like that, dear heart.”

[vaultsixtynine]

obvs my full timeline isn't done yet but the orin vibe is like. ana IS an impostor. and the feeling that orin has for her originates from hatred, but the context is entirely different from as-written durge

i'm gonna cut for big ol durge spoilers

orin as written is jealous, feeling she deserves more. she seeks to displace someone more powerful and more favored than her, to prove her worth, etc. it's a little-sister-on-a-power-trip, and while that's fun and puts the player in the position of realizing they really did suck that bad to be Top Bitch over her, i both a) want more for orin and b) need more control over anathema's origins

orin with anathema is still antagonistic but it's like - she is the pure-blooded grand/daughter of sarevok. she is an eminently skilled shapeshifter. she killed her mother and then (in my lil timeline here) the 'canon' bg/2 protag (whatever the hell his name is, though i might eventually play those games For Real rather than half-remembered watching-my-mom-play bits) for bhaal's favor and the right to lead this cult to glorious slaughter and she has been doing that for years - careful planning, for a beautiful outcome.

this orin is more methodical, more patient. she still has her moments of cackling blood-soaked glee, but i want her to be SCARY and not just unstable - she knows good art takes Time and avoiding too heavy of an eye on her group is critical. she feels, in every sense, that she both is entitled to and has also earned everything she has, and threats to her status/position will be disemboweled posthaste. to that end, i think i enjoy her being a full dread three planner way more than a revan-esque "YOU were the EVIL MASTERMIND" reveal.

enter stage left: a shambling puppet, filled with a stolen gift. she Knew something was wrong about anathema as soon as she entered the stage, and even as she saw doubt enter her sect at the arrival of another claimant to the throne, she believed her father would never favor a liar and a thief over Her. she, who has done so much for Him, in His name. when bhaal turns his eye to anathema and doesn't immediately unravel her at the seams - even tells orin that she's Actual Competition - she's seeing red, literally.

ana - even in her fucked-up state - gives her a run for her money. don't really have what the underlying goal was for this whole gambit (i'll get there ok ok - the durgening might also Not Even Happen in a fashion that there IS a 'before'-time. i have yet to decide)

regardless of When the durgening happens, orin's energies with ana upon re-meeting are a) intense b) violently taunting rather than jealous overcompensation c) knowing that ana is an Outsider, not an equal - she is prey, no matter what she's stolen. does she deserve a duel? maybe if you're good, pet. maybe if you're good.

i also think orin toys less with hostages (that's a gortash tactic - see the iron throne, yetcetera) and more with the looming and HIGHLY legitimate threat of violence and sowing distrust to shape ana's behaviors. they're playing a little mind game and ana IS susceptible, because ketheric's dead and gortash can be reasoned with (as a man who wants to maintain dominance and power, he still ultimately needs People and Things to dominate), but orin is sheer unadulterated joy in the rending of living flesh. slaughter is the journey And the destination. you can't really reason with someone like that, and ana Knows it. so when orin starts coyly bringing Other Party Members And Associated Friends into the conversation as viable alternatives for bloodshed since ana won't do what she Fucking Wants, ana IS paying attention.

what does orin want? to kill anathema, most certainly. but more directly: to reclaim what she has 'stolen', of her own volition or not. to drain and consume her.

so orin fucks with her more Directly, but always a little cheekily, flirtatiously. don't you wish you could kill me? you won't kill any of these sad little scenarios i keep giving you, but i know the lying transfusion in your veins wants to rip me limb from limb. i know you wake up almost every night with blood in your mouth because your weak mind roils against MY father's sacred visions. your blood - even stolen as it is - sings for mine because it knows it Belongs to me. it should be one with mine. you should be one with me. wouldn't you like that? you'll walk into my jaws willingly, Soon. when there is nothing left but me. when your blood leaves you no other option than to return Home.

[loud buzzer sounds as ana's 'fucked up psychosexual things to have with antagonist or antagonist-adjacent npcs' counter goes up by one]

[abyssmarked]

he knows too much — him figuring out the nature of what she is given his history in the hells could be explained away, but how does he knows of her patron? she tries not to reveal the fact that she’s officially lost the upper hand in this situation, but it’s probably crystal clear in her pale, icy eyes. she can still feel the way his body reacts to her presence, that magnetic pull, he’s still working overtime to resist what she is, regardless of his knowledge. but will that alone be enough, considering his current resolve?

internally, she’s kicking herself for not coming more prepared, but time isn’t necessarily on her side here. orin’s blade is probably taunting her githyanki companion as they speak. lae’zel is one tough cookie, but is she tough enough to fight her way out of the temple of bhaal all by herself? nepharia has her doubts.

she wants to yank her hand away from his as he tenderly touches her wrist, out of her vexation that she’s been outed so soon. but physical contact is good, best to maintain it, lest he manage to overcome her completely, ` you’ve been doing your homework — i’m flattered, ` but then he asks her if she’d like to know what it’s like to be free. it’s quick, but there is a flash of melancholy on her features. her brow furrows at the uncomfortable, crushing weight within her chest.

freedom is all nepharia has ever wanted, for as long as she can remember. but why would gortash be bringing this up? simply to save himself? if he knows what she is, he could have her escorted away with the snap of his fingers and forbid her from ever returning. does he need something from her? could she still use him somehow? these questions burn through her mind fast as she processes her next move.

her expression shifts again, back to its previous state, eyes darkening as she lets the tips of her claws gently brush through the hairs upon his chest, ` even more than i want to fuck you to death — why do you think i’m here? i need your stone, ` there’s a pause, as she lets her hand continue its travel downward, ` so i can then kill orin for hers, and when i take control of the elderbrain, zymimor won’t be able to touch me, ` with the emphasis of her words, she’s on her toes leaning in close to gortash’s face, and in one swift movement, she’s groping his crotch with pressure, but not enough to hurt him.

her infernal enchantments are taking affect, she can tell. she can feel his desire flourishing, but he’s resisting. she can sense his volition, and it perplexes her. it concerns her. what reason would he have to resist her ? is he already suspicious of her ? nepharia has never failed at delivering a single soul to her patron in her years of servitude, no one has ever been able to resist her. some were more complex than others, sometimes she had to play a longer game with her prey. but time isn’t something she’s afforded, and orin won’t wait long before slicing her githyanki companion to ribbons. gortash is proving to be on the complex side, with outstanding hindrance. most men would have already been bested by the succubus, weak against their basic lustful impulses and her bewitching essence. she must admit, she’s impressed by his restraint.

his words almost make her outward confidence falter, as he reveals to her that he knows exactly why she is there, more or less. she underestimated him and his cunning, certainly. now, to react. she thinks quickly, eyeing the hand that reaches out to touch her, almost touch her. he’s still having to work hard to resist, she can see it in the way his jaw and fists clench — the way his blood pulses violently in his neck, his heart is racing. perhaps she might have a chance of salvaging this, ` and what makes you think i could kill you ? i came alone, no armor, no weapons, ` she tells him, closing the space between them. he’s much larger than her, but she knows she’s physically stronger, especially after a kill. she places a clawed index finger upon the exposed area of his chest, letting it gently run through the hair, down, down, as she continues, locking her icy gaze with his, ` you’d surely have the steel watch at my heels before i’m able to harm a hair on that pretty head. `

the gears in her head begin to turn as he speaks of an alliance. if she kills him, she must still kill orin for the final stone. the final piece to get her on me step closer to everything she’s been working tooth and nail for since the nautiloid. if she spares him, perhaps he might know an easier way to kill the bhaalspawn. and once orin is gone, nepharia is free to play a longer game with lord gortash. one that might require months of building a rapport with him, until his guard is down. aligning herself with him might be the easiest thing to do, but she can’t let her defense down just yet. tilting her head to the side, she gently presses her hand flat against his exposed chest. what is he afraid of ? is it because she managed to kill ketheric thorm ? or does he know more about her than she thinks ? ` and what’s that, lord gortash ? what things ? what is it that you think i want ? `

[allysartstuff]

Note: This has been drawn as a reference guide which is free to use if you wish to draw this character. However, please do not repost or claim as your own, thank you The fifth born in my MLP Next Gen series!

Orin

Personality: Determined, confrontational, nervous, creative, cynical.

Likes: Making art, knitting, crocheting, sparring.

Dislikes: AppleJack’s overprotective-ness, ponies underestimating him, being called soft, early mornings.

Story;

Orin is the son of AppleJack and Rockhoof and twin brother to Pale Umber. Orin is the smallest and skinniest of the bunch, not very strong like his sister but makes up for it with a sharp mind, creative insight and his ‘fight me’ attitude.

During her pregnancy with the twins, AppleJack was told one twin (Umber) was exceptionally larger than the other (Orin). Umber was almost crushing Orin in the womb, which could lead to health problems for the small baby or even death. Knowing this, AppleJack decided to go ahead with the pregnancy and the twins were born via cesarean. Umber had all of her parent’s natural strength and was perfectly healthy but Orin was very weak. It took a long time for him to start breathing. He was placed in a incubator and doctors tended to him day and night. The following weeks were touch and go, Orin almost dying several times. It got so bad that doctors recommend they switch off the life support machine they eventually had to put Orin on. Both Rockhoof and AppleJack were devastated but they refused to give up on him. Eventually, Orin pulled through and, once home, developed to be a normal, healthy pony.

Despite this, AppleJack was left traumatised by the whole ordeal and grew very overprotective of Orin, not allowing him to do several things when he was a child. At one Apple Family Reunion, AppleJack didn't let Orin take part in the children’s activities and instead had him quilting with Granny Smith. This put a damper on Orin’s confidence and it didn't help that his father and sister were the strongest ponies in Equestria. The straw that broke the camel’s back though was when he was picked on and beaten by a group of bullies at school and he had to be saved by Umber, his cousin Bramble and his friends Upsy Daisy and Tornado Rush. After talking with Rockhoof, Orin revealed he believed himself to be weak and he would never amount to anything. Understanding how Orin felt, Rockhoof was determined Orin would never feel like that again. So he began giving both his children fighting lessons without AppleJack knowing. The kids loved it and became exceptionally skilled fighters.

The only good thing that came out of AppleJack’s overprotective behaviour was that it gave Orin a chance to find his special talent. Being stuck quilting with Granny, he found he really enjoyed it, especially after learning the significance of the quilt in his family’s history. At age just five, he threw himself in learning every textile and fabric technique he could, creating a tapestry which outlined the entire history of the Apple Family. He submitted it in the art tent of the Ponyville Country Fair and won first prize and several special awards in his category, much to AppleJack and Rockhoof’s pride. It was then he received his Cutie Mark, the first in his group of friends to do so.

When Orin was seven, he also took part in the super secret rescue mission Upsy Daisy, who had been taken by Tirek and Cozy Glow. Orin’s part in the plan was to pick the lock of the cage Daisy was put in and distract Tirek when they were discovered. The whole rescue almost came to a disaster, though in the end, Daisy was safe and everyone was transported back home by Discord. Umber and Orin only barely escaped a scolding when Bramble broke down so instead they were quickly grounded and sent to bed.

Weeks afterwards, AppleJack refused to let Orin out of her sight. If she really was a helicopter mum before, she was even worse. Whenever Orin worked in his room on a fabric piece, Applejack would check on him every ten minutes. Unless he was at school, where ever AppleJack went, Orin had to be right at her side no matter what. It began to get so bad that Orin was starting to look forward to school every weekday. This began to really grind on him, especially since he was missing out on fighting lessons from Dad, which he always looked forward to. He talked to Rockhoof and Umber about trying to get her to back off but their attempts fell on deaf ears.

The final straw came when Daisy was well enough the interact with her friends again. All the foals gathered at Sweet Apple Aches for a playdate and when they all wanted to go to the swimming hole, AppleJack refused to let Orin accompany them. A huge argument later, Orin snapped, revealing Rockhoof had been teaching him how to fight and even demonstrated a move perfectly. Despite her being briefly amazed, AppleJack then said she wasn't keeping a close eye on him enough and announced he was never to leave her side. Angry, frustrated and upset, Orin yelled at her that he hated her and was the worst mother ever, running off to be alone. A while later, Applebloom found Orin sulking on the hilltop. She relayed her experience of AppleJack’s Babying and didn’t excuse her reasons for doing so. Having said that, she then encouraged Orin to patch things up. He and AppleJack later had a long and teary conversation about their trust issues and relationship in general, resulting in AJ apologising for her overprotectiveness and Orin forgiving her and apologising for his own hurtful words.

Afterwards, family life was much better for Orin. AppleJack kept her promise and gave Orin all the space he needed. If she did get too far, her kids and husband were quick to gently tell her to take a step back. Now, their relationship is build on trust, love and mutual respect.

When Orin was eighteen, he just finished school, but had no idea what he wanted to do so decided to work on the farm until something came along, while at the same time working on little art projects. One experiment he did involved interacting fabric with the Ponyville environment. This caught the eye of a pony from Manehatten, a college professor in Fine Art, who saw him working on said piece at the town centre. Impressed with Orin skills, he approached him, asking him if he would consider an interview at the city’s best art school. Excited and nervous, Orin talked it over with his family, who encouraged him to go ahead with it. After organising a portfolio and submitting his work, he earned an interview, which in turn snagged him a place at the school in the Fine Art Textiles course.

In the present day, Orin still continues with his studies in Manehatten while working part time in a scarf factory. Despite being very busy, he still comes home once or twice every month.

Bits and Pieces:

Orin has a pet cat, a male orange tabby named Tiger.

Unlike his sister, Orin doesn't get so easily homesick. He loves the big city life, having his own space and walking around the corner if he needed groceries.

Even though he is not physically strong, Orin is a skilled fighter thanks to his father’s training. However, he loves the thrill of it a little too much and sometimes goes to the rowdiest bars in Manehatten just to join in or pick a fight. His family have yet to know about that.

Orin at times still has self confidence issues, like uncertainty for the future and second guessing decisions in his artwork.

Out of all the Apple Cousins, Orin was the closest to Granny Smith and was crushed when she passed away. Even as an adult, he still misses her greatly.

Orin made Umber’s checked jacket for their nineteenth birthday and in return, Umber gifted him a sewing machine which was identical to the one Granny Smith used to have. It is his most treasured item and he always uses it.

When he wears clothes, Orin tends to go with a very hipster style with knitted cardigans and fancy hats and such. Because of his very city appearance, it usually surprises ponies when he starts talking in his country accent.

As an opposite to Umber’s early rising, Orin enjoys sleeping in late.

Orin gets a free VIP ticket whenever Daisy has a match or Ace has a game in Manehatten. Despite his disinterest in sport, he attends every single one.

Orin is short sighted and needs glasses, but nowadays he prefers contacts.

He doesn't like being called soft and weak by bigger and meaner ponies so he takes great pride in the looks on their faces that he is anything but.

Because he’s so skinny and small, many mistake Orin for being younger than he actually is or that he is a few years younger than Umber, another one of his major pet peeves.

He can be overly confrontational at times, like when he threatens bullies who taunt his sister, even though she doesn’t care.

Orin loves make art that represent his family history, both on his mum and dad’s side. When Goldie passed away, Orin couldn’t keep every family heirloom but took plenty of pictures and records. It was there he discovered that Pinkie was definitely related to the Apples and where he found Tiger as a kitten.

Because of his interest in family history, Orin is a familiar visitor at the archaeological museum which stands where Rockhoof’s village used to be.