Orin

Locked in the frozen wasteland of Balora, Orin is paid tribute to as the god of pleasure, food, fermented or distilled beverage, herb, and music. He was born second, his brother Rodrik, god of war, being born before him.

Description

Revelry rests at the very core of this god, and every fiber of his being looks the part. His motions contain a dancer's grace and fighter's precision. His eyes do not maintain a persistent color, but instead shift from hazel, green, and slate blue. His hair is a wild mop of golden curls. A prominent nose, marking his linage, sets of his otherwise delicate features.

Orin is prone to smiling, but this is unsurprising given his role. He has managed to turn the pursuit of pleasure into a full-time recreational activity. He travels his continent frequently, although his visits are rarely scheduled to occur at any particular time of year for any place.

Jovial and artistic, his is the origin of the fable and the tale. His tastes in food, libations, and sexual partners varies wildly from one season to the next, but he always seems to find solace in the simple staples of Balora.