Orion awoke in his home. It was nice owning a place all to yourself. One of the benefits of rich parents and being head of a mob he guessed. Orion walked out of his home and took his motorbike down to a small town. A horribly medieval place, but always a nice place to pick up new members for a gang. 

He walked into a tavern and spun around looking at all the people around. Figuring his reputation would attract anyone worth getting he asked for a glass of the whiskey he paid the bartender a fair amount of money to keep for whenever he kept by. Of course that was technically illegal as he was underage but that was nothing compared to things everyone here would have done. "How would you like it sir?" the bartender mumbled quietly.

"On the rocks of course, idiot," Orion shook his head, taking the glass and moving over to a table full of people. He looked them all over. None seemed worth the time of day, so he casually said, "Shoo, this table is mine," completely casually. Of course that wouldn't get the best response from a group of hardened criminals. One launched up and grabbed Orion's collar.

"Do you think I'd act so confident if I didn't have backup?" Orion asked with a smirk and without anything further the man let go and looked around carefully before getting his group to move. Luckily for them they did for one of his men were in that tavern with 2 pistols, as he always made sure someone was silently tailing him. He nodded to the man and that man walked out of the tavern. Smiling Orion took his seat, waiting for his renowned rainbow hair to grab someone's attention of his true identity. Surely someone had the basic mental capacity to recognise him. Orion sipped his whiskey and smirked at what he was sure to eventually come that day.