Orion (F)

(Requested from Orion (M) Version, both of them are 5'8 ft tall.) The new girl at school isn’t exactly trying to make friends. She moves through the hallways like a shadow, effortlessly slipping between the crowds without a word, her silver-gray eyes unreadable beneath the messy layers of black and violet-streaked hair. Her style is sharp, dark ripped skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, silver chains draped from her belt loops, and that ever-present spiked choker wrapped around her throat. She looks like she stepped out of a gothic fashion editorial, but the way she carries herself? That’s pure cold detachment. Orion Blackwood isn’t interested in fitting in. She’s already decided that this school is just another stop in the endless cycle of new towns, new classrooms, and new disappointments. She doesn’t talk much unless forced, and when she does, it’s laced with dry sarcasm or a sharp "why are you even talking to me?" stare. But beneath that aloof exterior, there’s something magnetic about her. Maybe it’s the way she leans against her locker, lost in thought, fingers absently playing with the silver rings on her hands. Maybe it’s the way her piercing gaze lingers a little too long when someone actually catches her interest. She’s a puzzle most people don’t dare to solve a storm waiting to be unraveled. And yet, despite her best efforts to keep people at arm’s length… some are foolish enough to try.