Orin Rouska came from a very small village just a few miles outside of the city, his life as plain and lacking in luster as any in his position. Illusions of grandeur, of serving the empire filled his head as a boy and it always seemed as if nothing would ever come of it. That was, of course, until the day Lord Masato and his troops found themselves in this humble child's home. They were recruiting, hoping to find the biggest and bravest in the village to take with them back into the heart of the empire. Orin Rouska's pleadings, be nothing more than a teen, were ignored and scoffed at by most of the gathering. All except Lord Masato himself. Something in the old man recognized potential in the boy and, along with a few others, Orin was soon saying goodbye to his family.
Like most of the children of Orin's village, he grew up in a very close-knit, loving community. It was this very same community that inspired him to be something more, that made him want to preserve places such as it. Blessed further still by a mother that encouraged his dreams and a father that did the same until poor health claimed his life, Orin Rouska knew that the sky was the limit. With the above mentioned recruitment, he saw all of his otherwise closed avenues of hope begin to open again. Though his troop did serve the empire, it was in a fashion that he couldn't have dreamt of. Doing everything from defending settlements to quelling innocent rebellions, from transports to empire-issued rapes, everything he did he did with a trusting heart in Lord Masato. Taught that even darkness was necessary at times, even vital, he learned that balance would be a great tool in the coming years of his life.
Orin served Lord Masato without a waver of loyalty for years to come. In recent days his liege has passed away, the short life span of a human being finally taking a spark from the world that was best left there. Masato taught all under his supervision the value of respect for other cultures that existed in the city and, in turn, people in status lesser than they. Slaves, for example, were to be treated with the utmost respect for, truly, they lived to serve in the same conceptual way the Knights did. Their duties were different, sure, but the fact remained.
With Masato's death the troop slowly began to break away from one another, clashing personalities that had once been held together by the old man too much to bear with his absence. With his only companion now the sturdy horse known as 'Boros', Orin has made his way to the inn and the city surrounding in hopes of finding another lord he sees fit to serve. Sadly, something within him won't cease the pesky reminder that, more likely than not, he will never again find such an individual.
This search, however, has led him to the Lonely Inn within Nanthalion. There he hopes to find someone worthy of his sword and, should that fail, a heart to mingle with his own. Not oblivious to the difficulty in finding romance in such a land, though, Orin Rouska spends more of his time training on his horse, learning to work the metals of the world, and keeping up his knowledge of combat, even as the whisper of magic pulls his focus and whispers thoughts of balance into his ear. It is such a balance that he searches for in lieu of everything else, a steady stance that rumors nudge to be attainable. Though the history of this knight is short and unriddled with too many complications, such things are to be found on the future he builds within the Lonely Inn and beyond from this day forward.