Prince Kenjay Redrain
Are you not entertained?
Description: At just under six feet tall, this man is... nothing special, to look at at least. Probably in his early forties, he's got reddish hair and blue-grey eyes, and the sort of tan that says he's spent a lot of time in the sun. He's not overly muscled but he's got a certain solidity to him, suggesting that his build is the result of working rather than working out. His face is a good covering for the front of his head, with a nose, two eyes and a mouth; it's the sort of face that doesn't stand out in a crowd, though it does have a good jawline and strong cheekbones on closer inspection.
Personality: Kenjay is one of those irritatingly comptent people, tending towards the cool, calm and collected on his own time. Laid-back and with very little to prove to anyone, he's a warm sort of person with an easy laugh and a bright smile. Self-assured and self-reliant, with the capacity to laugh at himself and the situations he finds himself in, he's loyal and conscientious.
All that changes when he's in front of people. A natural showman, Kenjay knows how to play a crowd and play it well; he becomes a larger-than-life figure, one that may be cheered or booed but rarely goes ignored.
Background: Kenjay's life was normal - well, as normal as life ever gets for a Prince of House Redrain - up until he was ten years old or thereabouts. He was travelling with his parents when the caravan got attacked, and despite House Redrain's best efforts the survivors were never recovered.
Sold to the Eurusi, Kenjay was brought across the ocean to Skal'daja. The spirited boy caught the eye of a trainer, and he was sold to a gladiator school. At first he fetched and carried, but as time went by and he grew towards manhood, he became a gladiator himself. And he excelled at it.
After fifteen years in the arena and victory after victory, Kenjay was bought by the royal family of Skal'daja. Now, when he wasn't training, he was guarding. The life of a renowned gladiator had been a good one, for a slave; the life of a royal guard was better. And then, when he was given as a birthday present to one woman four years ago, life got even better than that. Bahiya was a kind and generous owner, and when she had the chance to go to Arvum in the service of the Crown Prince of Skal'daja, she brought him with her - and freed him when they set foot on Arvani soil.