<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tNSY3O3.jpg?1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/9lGWV3a.jpg)</div><strong>Orosa Keenai, the Noble Son</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sEiwC_ydoYccJVz6heRhxN5wr2JXa-JmZZHIaW5m9dU/edit)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Background:</strong> Lokhossan Noble<br/><strong>Class:</strong> Warrior 1<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 21   <br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Height:</strong> 6'8<br/><strong>Weight:</strong> 250lbs<br/><strong>Build:</strong> A lifetime of training, hunting and combat has given him a powerful, muscular frame.  <br/><strong>Skin:</strong> Caramel<br/><strong>Hair:</strong> Shaved on the sides with a crown of dreadlocks. <br/><strong>Eyes:</strong> Piercing Hazel<br/><strong>Style:</strong> Orosa tends to wear finery commonly seen on nobles, but has no problem wearing more practical clothing when needed. He almost always wears his mail underneath his clothes. </span><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A Tale of Honor &amp; Sacrifice</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The Keenai have only been nobility for two complete generations, ever since Orosa's grandfather and grandmother Bola and Sarai, both members of the Spears of Dawn, pushed back a large offensive of Night People and Eternals who would've wiped out several key villages in the Five Kingdom Alliance that defended against such monsters. They both received serious injuries but stood their ground until only they and a few brave souls who'd stood with them remained. They were recognized for their courage, valor, and sacrifice, and were healed, then elevated to nobility by the Ahonsu. <br/><br/>Ever since then, the Keenai family have proudly uplifted and defended the lands of Lokkosa from their gifted village of Adawande. Thanks to the enormity of their deed, the Keenai have been given slightly more freedom than most nobles under the Ahonsu and they treat their people with love and respect. After years of faithful service, Bola handed the family and clan leadership over to his son Basari, who has admirably ruled over Adawande and its people after replacing his father. Following the family tradition, Basari has been grooming his young son Orosa to take over for him, and that is where our story truly begins.<br/><br/> The young Orosa was born into the luxury of nobility, but his family have not forgotten their roots, nor was he allowed to forget his. From a young age, he was told the stories of their clan, taught to read, write, hunt, and fight. He would sit in on the meetings his father held, with his grandfather at his side as his advisor and nganga. He would listen to him arbitrate over disputes and village issues. The young boy absorbed this knowledge like a sponge and learned everything expected of him. He grew big and strong, and fast, but he was always reminded to remain humble as nothing was promised. As the young noble grew toward adulthood, he wanted a chance to prove his worth. To show he was a true Keenai and worthy of one day leading the people of Adawande. <br/><br/>The problem was his grandfather, and now his father did too well a job. Sure he could hunt, and he was one of the best fighters in the village, stronger than most of the other men. But there was relative peace in their lands, so there was nothing for Orosa to truly cut his teeth upon. Till one fateful day. A group of hunters stumbled upon a hidden ruin nearby the village, and after venturing within, they were attacked by Eternals who had been lurking in the crypt-like chambers of the building, led by an ancient Priest who retained his full mind and abilities. Only one managed to escape and return to the village and inform Basari. <br/><br/>The Lord of Adawande quickly gathered a small band of soldiers and followed the hunter back to the ruins ready to put down the Eternals in their lair. They put up a valiant fight, but far more of the evil creatures were in the ruins than they anticipated, and they were overwhelmed. Unable to overcome his need to prove himself, Orosa had adorned himself in his ancestral mail and gathered his great shield, sword, and several blades hidden amongst his clothes. He followed his father and his warriors to the ruins, and hid outside while he listened to the sounds of battle. He knew he would be punished for joining in, but he couldn't sit by and not help when something so dangerous and important was on his doorstep. He prayed to Lord Gu for a victorious fight, and steeled himself, walking into the dimly lit ruins for his first true fight...a trial by fire. <br/><br/>When he went inside, he saw chaos. Adawandan soldiers hacking at men and women in various states of decay, some of them looking like normal people, while at the end of the large room, his father fought a man who looked like he could've just walked in from the village a few minutes ago. The soldiers were losing, and Orosa had no time to think, only act. Bellowing loudly like a man possessed, he entered the fray, slamming his shield into an Eternal's face, then crushing their skull with the point. He hacked another's head clean off with his sword, and bellowed loudly with each "kill". He helped his people turn the tide by remembering his lessons on the Eternals. <br/><br/>Arms and legs were lopped off, bones crushed, and weapons shattered on his shield. Those Eternal's he didn't finish off himself, the soldiers would. Before he knew it, he stood at his fathers side, and having been trained his entire life by Basari, Orosa moved in perfect harmony with the older Keenai. He would use his shield to keep the Priest and his fighters at bay, cutting or bashing them when they got too close, and his father would swing and stab over him with his bearded great axe. They fought for what felt like hours, and when the Priest finally lay still on the ground, arms and legs attached by a thread at this point, with what was left stomped and pounded to powder, the soldiers gathered all the bodies and set fire to them. As they burned, the men scoured the ruins, taking anything valuable back to the village as spoils of war.<br/><br/>Returning to the village with their heads held high, Basari ordered a feast held in honor of the fallen, and to celebrate the defeat of Eternals, which was always a joyous occasion. It was during that feast, that Lord Basari told the story of Orosa Keenai, his son, and their savior. He told of how his mail armor glinted in the firelight of the temple, and his war cries that inspired the men to fight back with everything they had as he threw Eternal's aside with his blessed strength and cut clean through flesh and bone as easily as a butcher carving meat. <br/><br/>At the end of the story, he told how he and his son fought side by side to slay a great evil, and how today, Orosa had truly proven himself a man and a warrior. After that day, Orosa began preparing for a journey so he could continue to learn and grow, and one day return to accept the passing of the torch from his father to himself. And since then has fought and won in many battles, whether against bandits or what have you. For now, he lives as a wandering noble, taking the pride of his family and their teachings wherever he goes. He is a Spear of Dawn, and will fight evil and injustice where he finds them.<br/></span></div></div>