username: Kiaa
name: Otieno
gender: Male
moodboard: Otieno Moodboardtheme song: Julia Michaels - If You Need Mepersonality:- Detail-oriented.
- Honest.
- Responsible.
- Adventurous.
- Imaginative.
- Valiant.
Otieno was the son of an archivist. He was really close to his father and would often play at his feet, pretending to be a brave knight, as his father recorded the history of the battles he pretended to be in. The smell of old scrolls and the sound of the quill hitting the side of the inkwell would remind him of all the memories he made in the small office his father would hide in when performing his work.
All Otieno had was his father growing up. He never knew his mother who had died in childbirth due to complications, and sadly they didn’t have the medicine or technology at the time to save her. Otieno was never bitter about having grown up with only one parent. His father had always done his best, whether it be him finding the time between recording the history of their kingdom to take a break and play the evil dragon for him to slay or pulling him up onto his lap to teach him about some of the events he was recording, or read to him folklore and stories until his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep.
When his father passed away, Otieno followed in his father's footsteps. Though in childhood he thought he would grow up the be a strong knight, save the princess, and live happily ever after. He had learned that being the knight, isn’t all it was cracked up to be and that what his father did wouldn’t only benefit those living today, but those who would come in the future. The intricate details of every battle, conquering, death, birth, events, etc. All left as records of the history of their culture and society. It wasn’t until he was older that he realized the importance of what his father did. Guards had come to collect every scroll and parchment his father had ever recorded on to bring it to some secret location that would protect it, at least that’s what they said.
The only box the guards left was one that his father had labeled “My Heart,” inside the box was love letters between his father and mother. Pictures and drawings of them both, their family history, trinkets that had at one time belonged to them, and a letter that was written to him from his mother. A woman he never had the chance to get to know, but from the details of a single letter, he could tell she had loved him more than anything else. The power behind her words cutting him deeper than any sword ever could.
Taking over his father’s work was like breathing, it came naturally. Maybe his father had slowly been conditioning him for this life. Maybe he had just found his calling. Either way, he worked until his fingers burned and his hand cramped. Picking up where his father had left off.
In Otieno’s spare time, he wrote a book based on his parent’s love story. Using the letters and notes his father had left in the box “My Heart” to attempt to capture their love. It was his way of getting to know his mother and saying goodbye to his father.
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(*Recycled Idea for an important role in my kal world Nuncorbis)
