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Anæsthesia Orr

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About Anæsthesia Orr

  • Angelic Daughter

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Angharad Rees
  • Full Name
    Anæsthesia Ether Orr
  • Goes By
    Miss Orr
  • Profession
    Daughter
  • Position
    Only Child
  • Birth Date
    1st May 1858
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5'7"
  • Hair Color
    Blonde
  • Eye Color
    Blue

Physical Description

Anæsthesia Orr is as pretty as an angel with a perfect figure. She has perfect teeth, perfect diction, is poised elegant and has dainty little perfectly formed feet and hands.

Traits & Characteristics

Is transforming from a bratty spoiled daughter to an angelic and extremely nubile young woman.

Employment

Hardly required. Her Father was, until his recent death, the Postmaster General of Kalispell, for your information.

Expertise

Anæsthesia Orr can do a little desultory fine point embroidery and play one song, Beautiful Dreamer by Stephen Foster, learned by rote, on the piano, and recite one poem, Song of Hiawatha, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. However, she is learning to be a teacher to a local illiterate woman.

Aliases / Nicknames

Goldilocks

Residense(s)

'The Beau-laurels' townhouse in Kalispell's upmarket Residential District.

Kith & Kin

Only child.

Parents: Mr Richard Armstrong Orr and Mrs Dorothea Bosco Orr, née Dransfield.”

Life Events

Born 1st May 1858. Avon, nr. Hartfort, CONN. The birth is difficult and Mrs Orr's advanced young doctor uses Ether as an anaesthetic. In gratitude, Mrs Orr decrees that the baby girl be named Anaesthesia Ether (later changed to Esther on her birth certificate my Mr. Orr).

 

After occupying a number of important offices, Mr Orr becomes Postmaster in Kalispell, Montana Territories. Mrs Orr teaches school, showing marked favouritism to her daughter in the class.

 

Known as a rather spoiled, petulant and unfeeling child by her classmates, but the apple of her parents' eyes, as she reaches Eighteen, Anaesthesia is starting to feel bored at home and somewhat trapped by her parents' wish for her to stay at home as a companion for her Mother and not to marry, especially as no man locally would be good enough for her.

 

However, through copious reading of The Young Lady journal, she is improving and becoming a better person, especially after the horrible death of her father.

Character Notes

Only likes Lemon Cake made with Fresh Lemons, she says.

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  1. Anæsthesia Orr
    "Ah, well, good!" Addy declared, "every young lady oughta be able ta defend herself!"  She grinned brightly.  "We oughta go out shootin' sometime, Isiah's a crack shot, an' can hit anything he aims at.  We can make a picnic of it, an' show ya how ta take care'a yerself if ya don't got th' gun with ya."
     
    "Yes, I bought it when my father died and there was all that Indian Trouble, poor General Custer and the massacre unpleasantness." she informed them "Mister Winter at the gun-shop thought the Lefaucheux too large for a girl, but I thought it rather smart looking, and when I hit one of his targets in the back of the store, he had to admit I could handle it." she boasted happily.
     
    "That's great, Miss. Orr." He smiled at her and then over to his sister as she complimented him and pointed at her "You're a darn good shot yourself there, Addy." He winked at her and Josh piped up. "Pa's done taught me how ta shoot a gun.  I wanna show 'em, Pa! Can we go and do it now?" He asked eagerly, ready to show off his skills to his Aunt Addy and Miss Orr!  He sure knew they'd think he was a real man, even if he was just 5 years old, if he could shoot the broad side of the barn!
     
    "Well, maybe we should wait until we've all got our guns and we can go on this picnic and have fun shooting things." Anæsthesia suggested, warming to Addy's suggestion now that she knew that she wouldn't be seen as the total boobie on the outing: she had great confidence in her abilities with the gun: she certainly practiced enough and even made her own cartridges up with the nice little set of tools that came in the exquisite little storage box. Her mother didn't approve of it, but then she didn't approve of much that her other did. 
     
    @Bongo @MD
  2. Anæsthesia Orr
    Anæsthesia wasn't exactly convinced by all these homilies about falling out of trees, breaking arms, and sleeping in the mud: she smiled politely, if a little tightly. Truth to tell, she felt a little bit 'got at' - the snobby girl was getting a taste of her own medicine in the form of the inverted-snobbery of these rough frontier folk. 
     
    She suddenly blurted, rather defensively "I have learned to shoot a gun!"
     
    "I have a 1858 model Lefaucheux double action revolver, and really am rather a good shot with it." she said proudly. Now maybe they'd stop telling her that she needed to fall out of a tree to be able to claim that her life had any meaning. 
     
    Of course, the hypocrisy was that she was quite willing to tell others what they should be doing with their lives: like learning to read. 
     

     
    @Bongo @MD
  3. Anæsthesia Orr
    Josh held tight to the horse and turned and looked over his shoulder at Ms. Orr and piped up. "And my Ma's apple pie had ta be the best in all tha world!"  As the horse turned and he could see the girl better he went on. "We had the biggest apple tree ya ever did see right in our backyard!  It has the bestest apples!  And that's where Ma go 'em all and I always helped her pick 'em....well I picked up the ones that fell to tha ground!"
     
    Josh could well be forgiven for thinking that Miss Orr was terrified of apples by the look on her face as he sat atop the large horse, but it was his mount she was scared of, not the subject of his peroration. She did manage to squeak out a faint "Sounds delicious!" as she jumped back: the enormous quadruped had scarily swished its tail.
     
    Isiah looked at his sister, he knew she'd know that tree real well.  Since he and his late wife had been living on the same land they'd grown up on the tree was real familiar. "It's that tree Pa told you not to climb that time.  The one you fell out of and nearly broke yer neck!" He said with a laugh....able to laugh about it now since of course she was well and good!
     
    "Oooh, be careful!" Anæsthesia warned, about twenty years too late. She had never climbed a tree as a child, but she'd certainly snitched on a good number of other kids who had - often for the purpose of stealing apples. Her mother had been the local schoolmarm, so she had a direct line to authority, and a youthful Jemima Wigfall and  Jacob Lutz had both felt the results of her tell-tale-tittery on the palms of their hands. She had always been careful not to tell on her fellow school-yard bully, Hector Wigfall, though. 
     
    He looked at Ms. Orr.  "That lake sounds mighty nice.  I'm guessin' there's some good fishin' to be had there?  I can nearly taste the trout right now!" Isiah loved fishin' and he s'possed it had been forever since he and Addy had done just that!
     
    "Oh, I wouldn't know!" shuddered Anæsthesia "Horrible slimy things." She really was a girly-girl. "Some of the more common children used to go swimming in there, I never did."  It would have needed a Victorian bathing machine on wheels to be backed into the lake to have enticed the prissy Miss Orr to dip even her smallest dainty pinky toe into the chilly waters. 
     

     
  4. Anæsthesia Orr
    "And whereabouts do you hail from, Mr. Chappel?" she continued her ever-so polite interrogation.
     
    "Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, ma'm.  Ever heard of it?" He asked as he helped the steady the horse, it seemed Josh did indeed want to take a ride on her. 
     
    It sounded like a hick town, but Anæsthesia bravely made a show of frowning, as if trying to remember the name of the place but not quite being able to recall it. "Is it famous for anything?" she asked, and then, as if to illustrate what 'being famous' meant, she elucidated by giving a few famous facts about her own home town. "For instance, Kalispell is famous for Flathead Lake, which is the largest natural freshwater lake west of the Mississippi; the town was founded by Ishmael Thornton in 1808, he was the geologist who accompanied Lewis and Clark in their famous expedition; and last and certainly not least, Kalispell was the birthplace of the Reverend John Spooner." she said rather proudly.
     
    Meanwhile, Addy was helping little Josh up onto a horse. Anæsthesia stood well back: the sight of the tiny boy on the beast's back made it look even bigger and more terrifying than ever!
     
    Josh held his hands up towards his Aunt and nodded his head excitetedly. "Yes'm! I'd love to ride.  And later you can ride my horse if you want to, Aunt Addy!" He thought it only fair that if she let him ride her horse then he should offer to let her ride his!
     
    Anæsthesia shuddered as the boy sat on the enormous quadruped: she certainly had to admire his guts. In fact, she expected to see his guts any minute when the monster threw him off and trampled him into the stable floor with its iron shod devil-hooves.
     
  5. Anæsthesia Orr
    James swallowed since he wasn’t exactly nervous, but he was more than a little apprehensive since he really hadn't wanted to attend Mr. Pettigrew’s little gathering in the first place.  “Are you planning to play the piano this evening?”  James asked politely when she patted his arm with the hand resting in the crook of his elbow.
     
    "I dunno!" replied Arabella, honestly enough "What even is a swaray?" she asked. If folks played painas at swarays, she reckoned she'd play one. She hoped so, it would be interesting to play one that might possibly be totally in tune: no more dodging Middle C#!
     
    Soon they were up in Pettigrew's sumptuous living quarters and being introduced.
     
    "Miss Arabella Sumter Mudd and Mr James Vaughn." she said, executing the most clumsy curtsy in history.
     
    The blonde girl looked snootily across and smirked a little at Jemima's provincial attempts at social niceties. She then raised a hand languidly toward James to kiss or shake or sniff or, well, something. He was a well bred Englishman, if he didn't know what to do with the thing, nobody did. 
     
    The handsome young man with the black hair, on the other hand, instead of laughing at her, smiled a gleaming smile and gave a heartfelt "Thanks Jemima." which certainly grabbed Arabella's attention, as did his next move, which was to scoop up her own hand and kiss it, with an accompanying murmur of:
     
    "Mr Pettigrew told me you were talented Miss Mudd, but he neglected to tell me that you are also beautiful: you look lovely in black, I do hope that you are not too deeply in mourning to enjoy yourself tonight."
     
    "Oh no, that's all right Mister, I just work part time at the undertakers that's all!" she beamed, enjoying being the centre of attention "You haven't lived until you've had a Jolly funeral!" she trotted out their latest slogan. 
     
    "Wise words, Miss Mudd, wise words indeed" he agreed. "I presume you already know Miss Orr, Miss Mudd," 
     
    Arabella smiled at Anæsthesia and found herself curtsying under the pretty, doll-like young woman's cold patrician stare. "Yeah, but I'd like to get to know her better." she heard herself saying, and then was glad that Miriam hadn't been there to hear that admission.
     
    Now it was Anæsthesia 's turn to wither under the saloon girl's bold appraisal. She turned her reddening face and fanned herself furiously. What a very peculiar girl!
     
    Finally the two young men shook hands.
     
    "Lewis Reeve" the dark haired fellow said simply "I understand you're a fellow lawyer, Mr Vaughn? I'm glad to hear it - the one thing the world is surely in need of is more lawyers." 
     

     
    @Nova
  6. Anæsthesia Orr
    "Oh, well, now, I'm just tryin' ta keep up with a ten year old sprout!" Addy declared with a laugh at Miss Orr's praise.  "I knowed a few letters already, an' Miss Orr has th' patience of a saint."  She grinned.  "Just no appreciation'a horses."
     
    "Oh, I think that they are beautiful animals." Anæsthesia corrected, quickly, "I'm just a little scared of them." 
     
    Isiah smiled some at them both. "Well perhaps ya'll could teach each other a thing or two.  Horses really are great." He said to Anæsthesia agreeing with his sister. "You should give them a chance." He said to the girl.
     
    The fancy blonde girl nodded, but then immediately jumped when one of the stable whinnied suddenly in her stall. 
     
    "Are you visiting for some time, Mr Chappel?" Anæsthesia asked politely: for among her many, if rather slight, talents, was a suitable mastery of small-talk. Anæsthesia recovered quickly and asked, politely, as to the duration of her 'pupil's' brother's stay in Kalispell.
     
    "Well." He answered her. "Pretty sure I'm here to stay.  So yes, I'd say I'm here to visit for quite some time." 
     
    Did that mean he was moving here permanently, or just a long visit; and furthermore, she had to ask herself, why did she care? She knew why: Mr Chappel was big, strong and handsome, he had everything a woman could want in a man, physically. Also, the sad story of him being a widower with a small child to look after made him an attractive object of sympathy in a well bred young woman's eyes. But he was, well, to put it kindly, a little rough around the edges and possibly in want of prospects. 
     
    If he was just passing through, well, she would enjoy the scenery and then forget him. If he was to be a more permanent fixture around the town, then he might be worth investing some time in: getting to know him and...well, yes, helping him to change for the better, polish him up like the diamond in the rough he seemed to be. Miss Orr was good like that, always willing to help others strive for the social perfection that she herself had achieved in her eighteen years. The thought that her slightly snobby personality could do with a few renovations here and there never occurred to her, of course. 
     
    "And whereabouts do you hail from, Mr. Chappel?" she continued her ever-so polite interrogation.
     
    @MD @Bongo
     
  7. Anæsthesia Orr
    The half naked savage covered himself, which was (mostly) a relief for the girl who had lived a quite sheltered and cosseted life. At least she didn't feel she needed to keep looking away, like a horse shying at a jump.
     
    “The pleasure is mine, Ms. Orr.” He said before he pulled back his filthy hand and raised a brow as he leaned back against the table crossing his arms over his chest.
     
    Although she rather agreed with him, Anæsthesia managed a polite enough smile. 
     
    “You goin’ off and learnin’ ta read?” He addressed Addy as he reached down and rubbed the head of the kitten that Josh was shoving towards him.  “You got yurself a difficult job there.” He spoke to Anaesthesia. “It’s hard to keep that one sittin’ still for any length o’ time.” He chuckled.
     
    "I hardly agree." countered Anæsthesia "Miss Chappel is a very good student. Any restlessness reflects badly upon only myself and my shortcomings as a teacher. I am a complete beginner. In fact it is your sister who has the difficult job of being patient with me." 
     
    This wasn't entirely true, but the eighteen-year-old Miss Orr felt an odd and totally unexpected  protective feeling toward the woman some ten years her senior by dint of their Teacher-Pupil relationship. 
     
    "Are you visiting for some time, Mr Chappel?" Anæsthesia asked politely: for among her many, if rather slight, talents, was a suitable mastery of small-talk. 
     
    @Bongo @MD
  8. Anæsthesia Orr
    "Hammered my d - " He started as he turned and saw that his sister wasn't the only one in his presence but instead a young lady and his own son.  He quickly stopped and scrunched up his face a bit "Apologies, missus." He said as he inclined his head to the young lady he had not yet been introduced to.
     
    Anæsthesia could hardly bear to look at Addys foul-mouthed and uncouth brother. 'Apologies' could not begin to make up for the disgraceful words that had sullied her delicate pink little ears and although men sometimes had to strip down to do manual labour, especially in the Summer heat, they should immediately cover up if a lady happened to come in view. She certainly didn't want to have to look at his grimy, sweaty half naked torso as the perspiration trickled down the rippling muscles of his well thewed and powerful arms and stained his skimpy top with dark sweat patches. 
     
    Did she?
     
    No!
     
    Far from it!
     
    She averted her gaze and looked slightly to the side and down at the barn floor hoping that he would get the message that his bronzed brawny biceps were not a pleasing sight. The equally uncouth Addy didn't think anything much of either her brother's appearance or his rather choice language, and young Josh seemed to find it a source of nostalgic reminiscence.
     
    "Ma would have had your hide if she'da hearded you talkin' like that in front of me!" He said with a laugh, for which Isiah was thankful...that the boy could talk about his Ma with a smile.
     
    "You hush." Isiah laughed some.  Isiah was practically sweating from head to toe from the hard manual labor he'd been putting in in the barn.  He used the bottom of his white tank top to wrap around his thumb, for now it was bleeding some around the nail.  "Who's yer friend there Addy?" He asked as he smiled at the young girl. 
     
    Urgh! The half naked barbarian was talking about her now and... oh!... looking at her! AND... oh.. oh no! ... offering his filthy plebeian hand. 
     
     At first he extended his hand towards her but then scrunched up his own face at the unsightliness of it and knew such a prim and proper young lady as herself likely wouldn't want to come within 10 feet of him. 
     
    "Please excuse me if I don't shake hands, I've just had these gloves cleaned." she said frostily, leaving him hanging but at least doing him the honour of looking up into his face as she did so. It was all horrible and handsome and yucky, and just looking into his deep blue eyes made her tummy do flips and her legs feel weak. It must be all the revulsion. 
     
    But, what had Josh said? 'Ma would have had your hide' Would have? Then he was bereaved, just as she was bereaved. If was her duty, yes duty, to show the loutish man some pity. She suddenly felt herself pulling at her right hand glove with her left. Taking of the pristine white glove, she held out her pristine white hand and took his calloused, dirty, bloodied hand. It was warm, you could almost feel the pulse of his strong lifeblood coursing through it. 
     
    She looked up again into his eyes: crystal blue, intense, haunted, perhaps, by recent sadness.
     
    "I'm sorry, that was awfully rude of me. I am Anæsthesia Orr. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chappel." 
     
    @Bongo @MD
  9. Anæsthesia Orr
    As the three of them approached the barn, the most unholy joining of curse-words was to be heard issuing forth from that cathedral of horse husbandry. Anæsthesia had heard her late Father swear, of course, but had often been unable to locate the precise meaning of many of the words he used, even in the family's enormous, morocco-bound 1864 Unabridged edition of Mr. Noah Webster's dictionary.
     
    The said tome went straight from  Fuchia to Fuel, straight from Cunning to Cup and right from Shirty to Shiver with no elucidating stops in between to explain the words he used. Even the words she could find, seemed to have a number of meanings different to the way Papa had used them. She had never heard her mother swear at all, until the reading of her Father's will, but that was another matter entirely. 
     
    "Dad-blasted! Son of a _______ (noun: female dog)"
     
    Anæsthesia's new role as a Teacher (with a capital T) must have been getting to her, because she selflessly allowed her own ears to be defiled by the filthy swear words and used her hands to cover Josh's protuberant lugs.
     
    "Oh, do not listen, dear child, I am afraid that your Papa has so demeaned himself as to have uttered an oath!" she cried, melodramatically.
     
    @Bongo (Sorry, I pushed in) @MD
  10. Anæsthesia Orr
    Anæsthesia shook her head at Josh's attempts at whistling.
     
    "It is considered rather uncouth to whistle in public" she informed him rather pompously , but then couldn't help adding "... however, if you must insist, try doing it with your teeth, she said and, glancing around to make sure that nobody was watching, whistled the opening bars of Dixie through her teeth. She hadn't done that since she was twelve.
     
    Addy chuckled at Josh's attempts at whistling, although it was actually enough to attract the cat, who had been lounging on the porch in the sun.  Buster chirped a little as he rubbed against Josh's leg, then waited for pets.  The boy reminded her of Weedy, when he'd first started hanging around her barn, about the same time Buster had.
     
    "That there's Buster," she explained to Anæsthesia, "feisty ol' tom cat, don't rightly know what happened ta his eye, he was like that when he started comin' 'round, but it don't keep him from bein' a great mouser!" 
     
    "Then binocular vision is clearly not required." nodded Anæsthesia. 
     
    She led the way outside, pleased that her brother had already started to teach Josh good manners.  "Barn's just up th' street," she commented, "keep th' wagon there, an' th' big horses fer that an' th' stage, an' I got my own mare there.  Named her Arabesque."  She honestly couldn't remember where she'd heard the ballet term -- she'd never even seen a ballet -- but she'd liked the way it sounded.
     
    Anæsthesia nodded politely and let the harum-scarum tomboyish woman rattle on; the name of the horse raised her eyebrows a little. "How curious!" she smiled "I presume the creature cannot stand on one leg! I mean, that is what an Arabesque is." she said and, not being able to resist showing off, looked around again, to ensure they were unobserved and actually performed one herself! It was hard to see exactly what she was doing under all that clothing. 
     
    "It is a position in the ballet." she added as she became bipedal again.
     
    "Ya ever been ta a ballet?"  Miss Anæsthesia seemed pretty refined, maybe she'd had a chance to go to the theater.  "Oh, an' there's some kittens..."
     
    "Once, in Helena" Anæsthesia murmured to Addy in confidential tones. "It was not very good. I thought I had been taken to see the hefalumps at the zoo! I'm sure that the kittens in their gambolling will be much more pleasant to observe!" She was excited about the kittens. Oh, this was all so unladylike! but after two weeks of doom and gloom and hysteria and having to act the grown up, this was just what she needed.
     
    @MD @Bongo
     
     

About Sagas

Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

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