Orion twirled a fire poi as he walked across the large stage of the burning palace. The shows greatly varied in context even if they all involved flames, so he had found himself being pulled into acts he had not been a part of initially that he now had to find time to practice for. Orion never complained. He had his free time, no one kept him chained to the tent, but the environment was comforting. He had never been allowed to play with fire as much as he had been upon joining the Cirque.
Dressed in cloth board shorts, a black tank top and an intricately stitched vest, Orion always seemed to fit in amongst the Cirque without looking too much in costume. His long brown hair commonly fell into his face covering portions of his bright blue eyes, but allowing the young man's scruff to show over his chin.
Hearing someone muttering to themselves and the clash of wrappers to the cement floor, the Phoenix meandered his way over to help. Stopping the poi, he held it in his hand as he stepped around the corner. "Are you channeling our Ringmaster?" He smirked, easily.