Orion Smith

Name:
Orion Smith
Alias:
N/A (as of yet)
Age:
21
Grade:
University (Junior)
Height:
5'11
Weight:
180
Eye Color:
Golden
Hair Color:
Blue
Appearance:
 
Personality:

Personality Assesment For Mr. Orion Smith

"This is a vocal personality assessment recorded to help keep tabs on the personality of one Mr. Orion Smith. This is due to his.. unique, circumstances, as well as the fact that he is surprisingly well-behaved for a student enrolled at the scholastic institute for delinquents. My name is Dr. Jennifer Yamada, the date-"
"You know, I've always wondered why you psychologist guys always mentioned the date. It's not like you keep this stuff filed separately from the written records or anything. That'd just be terribly sloppy."
"It is standard procedure Mr. Smith. If you could be so kind as to state your identity for the recording however?"
"There's only two of us in the room, and I highly doubt you plan on having someone else come in for this. But, for the sake of keeping the peace, my name is Orion Smith, and I am a legal citizen of the United States as of last week."
"Thank you Mr. Smith. If you could please explain why you are here?"
"I'm assuming that despite my good behavior, I am still listed as a possible and or probable menace to society?"
"Officially, no-"
"Yes yes, let's skip past the bureaucratic BS that wastes all of our times please? As this is an assessment of my personality, they'll just blame it on me anyway."
"... Very well then. If you could please give me and the recorder a brief description of yourself?"
"Generally laid-black, friendly, introverted. Not really confrontational, though I will fight back if attacked physically. I like playing games, be they board games or video games. I actually do like teaching, surprisingly enough, and logic comes to me fairly easily."
"Very well, now to cover a few noted 'problem' areas."
"Alright then."
"First of all, your claims of being a runaway escapee from a human experimentation pro- what? This can't be right, is someone messing with these files?"
"No, that's supposed to be there. And it's true. I did run away from a human experimentation program. I have surgical scars on a couple of points on my body, it's why I tend to wear concealing clothing. That, and the whole golden eyes and blue hair didn't give it away?"
"For your latter point, contacts and hair dye. Very well, so a few marked notes on that. First of all, the escape. From the notes it seems that it was rather violent and overall unplanned?"
"There was chaos. A lot of fighting, I think an overall riot by the subjects. I nicked a thumb drive from a nearby desk on my way out."
"Why did you take that anyway? I would figure most people would be trying to just run."
"Two reasons. First of all, I thought it may come in handy. Information is power after all. Most of the damn thing is encrypted anyway. I'm surprised I was able to find any of my records."
"And the second reason?"
"I seem to have a minor form of kleptomania. I have it under wraps now, but at the time..."
"I see. If you have it under control, as you say, I will mark it as such. Moving on... These experiments. I have been informed that they have drastically altered your personality."
"Close enough. They implanted memories in me. In them, I have killed people with no regret. Committed various atrocities, waged war against beings with unnatural powers. It is not a pleasant set of memories."
"There is no need to bring them up if they bother you, Mr. Smith. I just need to clarify two key details, the first being the apparent desensitization to murder and other dark acts."
"Ah, that. I'll admit, I'm not the most stable person. However, I have no reason to commit any of those now. In my memories, there was no civilization, or at least very little. Post-apocalypse. That changes a person. I had to kill or be killed, send warnings to the average man who thought picking a fight with the local weirdo was a good idea. Here, there is civilization, restrictions on human behavior that did not exist there. While I still feel no remorse my actions, I see no point in killing or torturing a man or woman. I have grown a bit uncaring, I'll admit."
"Yes, following that, your general apathy, both to others in general and the rule of law. While there is no record of any law breaking, you freely admit to a disregard for it?"
"Laws? They are rules enforced by others, not a code for one to live by. They have no real power over me. However, I will admit to following them because of the inconvenience that would be brought about if I did not, rather than any good moral character. As for my apathy to others, I will admit to a lack of care. If I don't interact with someone, what does it matter to me if they live or die?"
"And your general avoidance of people?"
"That's... a bit touchy. While I don't go out of my way to avoid others, I don't seek out other company. Most of that is because of what has happened to me. I'm... a bit out of touch with reality. How can I be sure this is real? That I won't end up as yet another person in yet another world? I'm not even sure if I'm just hallucinating everything. However, I decided early on to simply treat this, all of this, as reality. To do otherwise could have drastic consequences, both for myself and others."
"I see... Very well then. That will be all for today, Mr. Smith."
"Alright then. See ya around Doctor. Oh, and do remember that NDA you signed. Bad things tend to happen in the books when people break those."

Fighting Style:
Orion has no formal training. Though he does have a basic grasp of human biology and its weakpoints due to the general education he has had, he has no knowledge of pressure points or any real martial arts experience to take advantage of this. He fights like a thug, using whatever the hell he might think will work on an opponent, be it dirty shots to vital areas or use of one's surroundings. Or the pepper spray or air horn he keeps in his pockets
Strengths:
-High Alcohol Tolerance
-General Apathy for Mankind
-Rather likable
-Skilled in Mathematics
-Good driver
-Casual disregard for the law when it suits him

Combat Pros:
-Willingness to maim or cripple opponents if deemed the fastest way to get them off his back.
-Analytical mind takes note of possible weaponry in surroundings
-Surprisingly flexible

Weaknesses:
-General Apathy for Mankind
-Easily irritated
-Casual disregard for the law when it suits him
-Surprisingly sucks at checkers

Combat Cons:
-No formal training
-Doesn't actually know how to throw a proper punch
-Memories leave him rather reckless

History:
"My history? Well, that's quite a tale. Well first off, Orion Smith? Isn't the name I was born with. I think. Nah, I doubt it. What are the odds yeah? Anyway, fairly sure that that isn't my name. Name I go by now though, so hey. Why? Because the first... 17? 18? years of my life, they're not mine. Or at least, they weren't. Yeah, I'm confusing you, aren't I? Give me a second to figure out where to start.

Human experimentation. Blatantly illegal, but when has that stopped anyone? At the age of 17 or 18, I'm not sure which, maybe even 16, I found myself in the care of a group that carried out such things. Never told me the purpose, but I wasn't the only one experimented on. Anyway, all sorts of different experiments, on people from all walks of life. I think I remember coming across a file for some kid who got worked on? I know they had a couple of senior citizens... Sorry, I'm rambling again. Right, the experiments. What they did with me, was attempt to transplant the memories and mental state of someone else into a subject's body.

This is all in hindsight, mind you. I didn't know if it worked or not then. It did, obviously, and so I found myself in a... Well, damn, this is harder to explain than I thought. Regardless, they carried out the experiment, and then surgically modified my body to more appropriately fit my memories. I wonder how they changed the hair and eyes... Anyway, after that, I was studied, tested, and experimented on. I probably wasn't supposed to remember all this, but that's due to reasons. They tested the limits of my physical and mental capabilities, studied whatever of my memories I could give them. After about a year I think, I ended up leaving. In a rather hostile manner. There was a lot of people actually who did so, lots of shouting and screaming and more than a few gallons of blood on the floors... 

Nicked a thumb drive on my way out. Lots of info on it, including what they did to me. Which is how I know what they did to me, obviously. But I kind of figured this wasn't the same world, and thus this wasn't the original me, when I escaped. Cause the world hadn't gone to hell. Civilization hadn't collapsed. No Sean Barker to send the world into ruin. Oh, and I stopped glowing. I can feel pain now too. Couldn't in that other life, due to human experimentation as well. Same name too, actually, wonder what's with that... I remember blood, warfare, pretty sure I killed a fair amount of people. Meh, everyone had at that point, world had gone to hell.

I remember friends, allies, enemies. Names, lots of names, and faces. Numerous fights. Some jackass called the Joker that I took out his eyes. Don't think he was from Batman though. A trainer or two. Lots of people with supernatural powers, some people were terrifyingly power. Gods, Dragons... Experiments, now that I think of it. Except most of them were from a different program?

I remember a 552. And a 259. Latter is where everything went to hell. The former is where it all began. Well somewhat. I was still normal at 552. Wasn't at 259. At some point at 552, I was recruited. I apparently willingly joined the program, even convinced someone else to. Changed us all. A woman ended up with red hair, and I'm pretty sure someone else had a hair change... besides me, anyway. What was the program's name? Can't quite recall, tell you the truth.

Something like bravery or something. If I thought about it long enough, I'd remember, but I haven't. Trying to move on with my life from all that. The thumb drive? I hid it. Keep it close, in case I ever need the info on it, but like I said, moving on. Found out about a 552 here. Figured they'd take me if no one else. So, Mr. Government Official. Am I screwed up enough for your school of delinquents?"

-Record of one Mr. Orion Smith after being arrested for starting a fight in Seattle, WA, and subsequent interrogation due to lack of official id.

Shortly after, Orion was indeed transferred to PHS 552, after making clear that he had indeed broken the law just to end up there. Since then, he has kept his head down, graduating from the high school quietly, starting few fights and preferring to stick to his studies. He was listed as a US citizen after a few more visits from government officials, and has been attending university to learn how to be (or at least be legally qualified to be) a mathematics teacher for high school, figuring that it would be an uphill battle to get any other job aside from at 552 or its subsidiaries, and since he was good at math he decided to take advantage of it. While he tends to keep to himself, Orion didn't outright avoid or be rude to others. In truth however, he ignored most of the going ons of the high school, tuning it out as "not his problem". He has recently started working as an afterschool tutor for the high school to pick up pocket money, and to also compliment his recent student-teacher status as of this year. And he has always wondered how much he has ended up leaving behind, both in this world and the one that he remembers.

A story, as told by Orion to a classmate.

"There once was a young man who wanted to help people, protect them. He fought for them, he bled for them, his body was battered and broken for them. But in the end... nothing changed. People still hurt people, and all he did was delaying the inevitable. Then things changed.



"His school was taken command of by a PMC on the payroll of the government. Now, violence was met with oppressive violence, and those who stepped out of line were hauled off into a jail built upon the school itself. Nothing was heard from those who disappeared for quite some time. Then, the leader of the PMC revolted, plunging the school into chaos. The young man was lost on what to do, until he found out his mentor's love was kidnapped by a twisted psycho and dragged into the depths of the jail. He followed his mentor, along with a few others, to track the madman down. They all confronted him, and the young man realized how weak he was. Despite getting lucky and half-blinding their opponent, the only reason he was able to do so was because of how easily he was knocked aside from the start, how he was disregarded so quickly. He watched as his mentor gave in to his rage, and with lightning enshrouding him he tore the madman apart and dropped the ceiling on him to kill him for hurting his beloved.



"The young man was shaken by just how insignificant he was. Then he was offered a chance by an acquaintance of his, a very strong one. A chance that may result in his becoming stronger. The young man, lost as he was, quickly accepted. However, it was a lie. He received no strength, he received no power to help him. He was rendered desensitized to the world, to pain. Though he was enshrouded in a soft glow forever after, all it did was broadcast his rage and despair upon the darkened world.



"He traveled away, away from the memories, to a different place. Arriving at a different school, he settled in, playing pranks, disrupting life, and eventually sided with another group trying to improve the circumstances. It was all for naught, however. A genius, a man with power, a man obsessed with control, experimented upon a number of the young man's fellow students, turning their hair unanimously into white, gifting them with unreal powers over fire, ice, lightning, and a variety of other powers, not to mention the monstrosities he brought about. The strongest members of the school confronted him, and his response was to burn the world with nuclear fire.



"There was no society left. People banded into the factions they had formed for the school, now brought about for survival and territory. The young man wanted no part of it, however, and walked away from it all, turning himself into a wanderer that would only interfere if it meant harming the man who doomed the world, and nothing else would would sway him to any side. He was targeted, however, by the normal folk, those who had watched the students, because of his unnatural appearance, and so he was forced to cut them down, time and time again. He made a few new friends, was generally well received by a few factions, but in general he was alone, forced away from most of society because of how he was.



"The young man was fed up. There was no innate goodness, there was no helping his fellow man. When it boiled down to survival, everyone was at the end of the day concerned for themselves. He thought long and hard, and wondered why he had tried to defend them. So he didn't anymore. He did as he pleased, avoiding those with power, collecting odds and ends and tinkering with whatever he could find, and shut people out. He locked himself away, simply living as he felt like it, and no one stopped him.



"Then one day, he woke up. The young man was confused, disoriented. What he went through, was it real, was it a hallucination, or was he hallucinating now? What was true, and what was not? Out of fear, he ran again, and closed himself off, treating everything as true with the knowledge that it may prove false once more, that he might wake up again."


Other: *waves* Sup. Yeah, this is Orion. Fourth wall breaking, because why not? Have fun reading? Yes? Cool. Approve me so I can go do stuff. Like, you know, learning how to be an actual contributing member of society? Yeah, weird, huh?

A message from Ira Defaire:


"This is Orion. He's like a shounen anime protagonist, around the stage of the underdog. He's pretty cool as a character in general, plus, he's not an asshole because he still offers you a drink without actually trying to poison you."