Orlando is everything that the word elfin conjures to mind, complete with delicately pointed ears. His hair is a soft chestnut that may be dark as raven wing or light as brandy in different lighting. His tresses form into loose ringlets which brush his shoulders when not pulled into a ponytail. Doe eyes, wolf eyes, gaze out at the world, a soft brown which remains innocent that shifts into a cold gold in anger or fear. A healthy gold glow infuses the elf's olive skin, more tanned than is common for his kind. Well built, Orli's lithe form and graceful limbs belay the toned nature of his body.
A quick and agile wit, Orlando was receptive to some of the finer schooling in the Elven world. More down to earth, however, he applies his mind more to survival than philosophy. Technology remains the one thing, which has alluded his normally keen mind, and as such he gets by without it as often as possible. His true brilliance, though, forever lies in the hearts and minds of others. Without effort he is able to reach across divides and understand people, empathize with people, and it is a skill which has served him well for many centuries.
In this matter Orlando's cooking outweighs his other domestic skills. More talented in the kitchen than a male of any species should be allowed to be, he has a magic touch when it comes to food. That however, is the some total of his household abilities. Not quite a slob it would be kindest to say that he has developed a new method to madness. On the bright side though, you'll never starve.
Only one romance truly stands out during Orlando's long life, most likely because it was the last and most foolish. While still dwelling in the Elvenworld he began enamoured of another elf and things went almost well for a time. Then true colors began to be showed, of both the object of Orli's affection and the nature of the relationship. To this day Orli denies any abuse, and his then lover never directly laid a hand on him, save once. While Orlando was walking along the railing of a high terrace his lover tripped him sending him plummeting toward the earth. The fall didn't kill, but it did break his back. He was able to recover from the fall in two weeks but it left a vertical scar running along his vertebrae.
Orlando is the last remnant of age long dead in the human world, and perhaps even in the realm of elves. Kind hearted and warm he keeps the courtly manners of a more civilized age. He is gentle and soft spoken with an air of earnest caring. An ideal listener, and consequently bartender, he always seems interested in what someone has to say, usually because he is. A keen observer of those around him one of the facets he enjoys most about his job is that people implicitly trust and open up to him. Though that trust may be in large part do to his subtle charisma.
This is not to say, however, that he is incapable of having a good time in the modern world. Quite to the contrary. Orli loves to be in motion and discovering something new. He's not one of those who seeks adventure, rather it comes to him and he is quite able to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts. Equally able and willing to go clubbing as stay home when he is out Orlando is often the life of the party. He loves dancing and the hard rock scene as eminent appeal to him.
There is however a place in his being which neither his position as compassionate listener or reckless wild car will fill. Past failures and pain still haunt him, things, which he will not share yet wears on his sleeve. The air of peace, which so many believe to surround him, is really many lifetimes of regrets. A gentle mist to dampen a warm glow and make it look all the more inviting at the same time.
As an elf his senses are heightened, and he is a skilled tracker even in city streets. He also has his kind's tie to nature, though even among elves his is considered strong. Living closest to the elfin world he has not sacrificed much of his magic and is still able to cause flowers to bloom out of season, though it is not an ability he uses often. For the most part he prefers to converse with plants which sprang up around him at his arrival in Bordertown.
Aside from his elfin powers he is a talented sculptor and sketcher. Orlando is blessed with a lovely voice, not the sweetest of elfin singers he is still quite pleasant to listen to. Lastly, though, would be his ability to read others. While no one has ever been able to discover if it is magic or merely a mental gift Orlando is able to understand those around him.
None that still apply. Orlando left a mother and sister behind when he left home and though he loves them dearly has not written or kept in touch. His father was a near and dear friend of the family, one of the reasons which caused Orli to depart, being known as that noble bastard isn't a title one wants for centuries. It naturally didn't help that he bears little to no resemblance to any in his family.
Economics (As in money.)
Well, he was the only son of a prominent family, but that is far in his past now. For the time being, and with no inclination of changing it soon, he is able to make enough to live off comfortably. A talented sculptor and cook as well as easily adaptable Orlando doesn't have difficulty finding or keeping employment.
Orlando's home is a small two-story cottage with lovely grounds. The structure itself is painted a soft shade of sand with periwinkle accents. Ivy and honeysuckle have long since wound themselves about the small house making it seem even more out of place. The grounds around it are grassy and filled with bright flowers. Tall fruit trees shade the walk and briars have crawled over the high gate, keeping out those who would do mischief. He works as a bartender at The Factory most nights and works on his sculpting during the days. Still single and while not actively looking definitely on the market, as it were.
Orlando is a charismatic and easygoing artist. He has made friends during his stay in Bordertown, his warm nature making it easy to attract people. While he still feels restlessness inside that neither age nor experience has filled he has convinced himself that is nothing more for him to seek. A part of him, though, still dreams of someone or something to change the life he is resigned to live. So, his dreamer's eyes are watching and waiting, quietly hopeful.