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aemon darkfire.

You still wear your stolen pride from the highest strand of blonde hair on your head to your shoes. That sense of dignity- the self-glorification- is one of the only things that the peacekeepers could not strip from you when they barreled into your home and sent holes through your parents’ heads. If anything, these actions sickened you and only fueled the flame that soon raged into an inferno of vengeance.

Soon, the eagerness to restore power and honor to the Darkfire name was more than a freetime hobby. The actual necessities of your life, like food and drink and sleep, were put on the backburner as you trained. But it was all worthwhile if it led to your heritage climbing back to the ranks where it once stood.

You’re narrow-minded. Those who don’t think like you or who aren’t like you at all hold no place in your friendships. Even with your siblings, you keep some close, like Damon. However, you keep your little brother Daeron closer. You’re one year his elder, but you assert dominance over him as if you’re several years older. He does not work the same way that you do. You prefer to work with weapons and verbal attacks while he is more reserved, and for that, you let him know. How dare he not strive to fight for power like you dream of day in and day out.

How dare he do that, but how dare you for letting the strive for power lay dormant in your head, unacted upon and only fantasized of in dreams.

You wear pride on your sleeve and you plot for revenge every day, every hour, every minute.

You dream, you imagine, you fantasize.

But when will the dreams of returning glory become reality? What day will you bleed for the Darkfire name?

{Soon. Very soon.}