[b]Name:[/b] Kinley Bareck Ilyeon
[b]Age:[/b] 23

Appearance: W.I.P.
 
[b]Osem:[/b] Heck yes!
[b]Goal:[/b] Bring an end to the Shijuhan Dynasty.
[b]Ose Facet(s):[/b] Elos

[b]Soulprint:[/b] His hair has taken a strange coloration since the time he was chosen. The faint brown fluffs having turned a searing and ghastly green of tangles at the edges. When Kinley invokes any sort of power, traces of color on himself or the environment is lost and replaced by this unnatural green during rituals or rites. Sometimes permanently. 

[b]Brief Personality/Short History: [/b]
[hider]Kinley has always been a firm believer of 'fate'. Everything had a purpose. Even if one didn't see it yet. Those who were chosen were meant to be great, and those who were not destined were meant to fall. This was how it always was. 

The small nation 'Roan', part of a larger conglomerate, that Kinley grew up in was one of the first to fall under the heels of the Shijuhan warlords that suddenly spread across the continent. These states would come to abandon each other when the thundering, almost alien, war-machines rolled from the ocean and sky. The leadership, the wealthy, and the court governance would depart early and leave countless regions of people to fend for themselves in the chaos. All to buy time for themselves. But within the slaughter, an emergence would gather all those abandoned. This collective of Osem would fight off the hordes of iron and fire, giving their lives to ensure that the spirit of the nation survived. For each Osem that died, hundreds would escape the boiling ruins of the cities under siege and chaos. Those who survived, continued on despite the overwhelming despair, the bleakness, and hopelessness of every choice. But do not mistake them for oracles. They still made mistakes, like any other. Many of these bands would not make it to the end. But their failure opened up a path for another to make it even farther. 

And so, the hardy spirit of the 'Roan' survivors was made legendary. 

Kinley was in one of these many fleeing bands. While escaping to new lands, the young boy always listen to the gentle Osem leading them. When there was loss and crisis, this Osem would console the sniffling band of refugees with the same words; 

	'Ose is everything. We are but echoes. Echoes that travel across the divide of space and materia. And these echoes will continue to sing on, even when our short time here is done. So even if we lose a close voice today, remember that they will travel with us onward forever. Those before are no doubt watching us even now. So stay strong.' 

However, it was fate that this Osem would be one of the many to fail. But his journey did not end there. When little Kinley crawled out of the smoldering remains, he was beckoned by a hand of fate. The mantle was now passed onto him, and it granted him renewed perspective and resolve. He did not cry, curse, or feel an ounce of anger at seeing everything he once loved utterly destroyed. He simply took off towards the border, knowing that everything was for this moment. 

And he will live out his own. For he saw it now; this was his purpose all along.   
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[b]Personal Goal(s)/Motivation(s):[/b] Kinley is loyal to the Ose. His purpose is the one granted to him and he will stop at nothing to try and complete this destiny. 

[b]Other:[/b] Stuff, maybe.