Thinking about Oroden Stormblessed again. Like imagine.
You’re the son of the town surgeon. You have two older brothers; both of them are dead. One of them died long before you were born, as a child soldier in a meaningless war. The other one died mysteriously in a far away land after essentially achieving Myth status by gaining superpowers and leading a group of men out of slavery and into the highest ranks of the military. This older brother you remember vaguely, although not the way other people talk about him. They say he was an incredible warrior, that the very storms gave way to him. They say nothing could kill him; until, presumably, something did. You don’t remember him being skilled with a spear, though. You remember his tears and laughter the first time he held you. You remember that he had a spren who you used to play with. You remember how he used to float in the air at breakfast, stormlight glowing around him.
You remember how your parents grieved when they finally received word from Shinovar, after years of hoping that maybe he’d survived. You remember your father begging you to never touch a weapon, sobbing in a drunken stupor about how he couldn’t lose another son. He begs you to become a surgeon. What a legacy to live up to, though, because you have your older brother’s last name. Stormblessed. So what do you choose? How do you live your life? Surgeon, Warrior, or something else? Maybe an artist, or a carpenter like the older brother you never knew?
I dunno guys I’m just so excited to learn about him in arc two.