Orianna Faraldo

Orianna Faraldo

I USED TO TRUST THE MEDIA TO TELL ME THE TRUTH

Clocking in at 5'5", with delicate features, a petite build, and a penchant for frilly light clothes, Orianna tries her best to present herself as prim and proper. Her colourless hair, washed out blue eyes, and white skin are due to her albinism. Also because of this, her eyesight has been deteriorating as the years pass, though she has not admitted herself to getting her sight checked. She is also incapable of getting a tan - that parasol is not just for show, sunburn sucks, and is a big health risk.

Since her life started out as a monster, she is not sure when she was born, or exactly how old she really is. To help fit in with humans, she chose Autumn 7th for her birthday, and started counting from when a worried adult called her 8. Orianna became her name, Faraldo following. She thought it sounded nice, reading them as 'gold' and 'unknown'



Born to a bed of orange leaves and raised with fire, as soon as the young Red realised her human side, she left to find humans to play with. Of course, being a wild young monster didn't get the best response when she first showed up in a town - either as a naked child who created fire, or a monster who created fire. Lots of accidental house fires and getting chased out by guards filled her childhood.

Slowly learning how to switch forms, and sneaking in to observe humans, the Red grew apart from her monster family. Adopting more and more mannerisms of humans, she started to sneak into schools and blend in with crowds of children. Learning words in kindergarten graudated to sneaking into manions for etiquette lessons, sneaking out with clothes. Setting houses on fire changed to setting flowers on fire, before finally getting her fire under control to learn from the flower shop.

Flowers were easy, besides the whole highly flammable part. It wasn't a sweaty job like most other farming, and learning the meanings of them helped with her grasp of human languages. Selling ones she could find in the depths of the monster filled wilds made her some pretty coin, teaching her how to barter, buy, sell, swap. Shiny and not so shiny coins went from one hand to another, building up like her experience, knowledge, years among humans.

Still new to Selphia, Orianna's usaul social self has been wrapped up in getting the shop in order, learning where everything goes and organising her own belongings. There has not been any fires (yet)!


Summer was a love-hate time of the year for Orianna. On one hand, she could bust out some of the cute swimwear she picked up from the market at some point of the year. On the otherhand, the abundance of sun and clear skies meant it was even easier for her to get sunburned. Sighing as she unboxed a new arrival of ribbons, hermind wassplit between shop inventory and personal inventory - did she need to order more pots? Did she have enough sunscreen? Would there be another popularity boom of pink cat this year?

Ugh no point worrying about it now. Get this box of ribbon organised first! The day was almostover, and she'd have all night to pick out an outfit for her day off. Something frilly. Stripes? No, maybe polkadots. And a nice floppy hat with aplastic hibiscus!

Smiling and humming, Orianna continued picking throughthe box, marking off the stock in a book. She'd have tobe careful of how much time she pent in the sun, but at least she'd lookgood!

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