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The very image of his father, though his nature belongs to the rocks and hills of his mother's country and folk. Even before he was out of his swaddling clothes his head was filled with stories of dragons slain by victorious heroes, swords of great power, magics and prophecies, and as children will, he was soon running about slaying his own dragons, the men among his father's household serving as his very own dragons.

He is a well made youth, full of whim and vigor and all the urges that drive the young to adventure and folly, to greatness or doom. His father's displeasure can be a fearsome thing, full of stern words about dignity and the cold nature of men, discipline and restraint. No doubt there is truth there, and at times he can feel it, but then the allure of another adventure calls...

This is a character from my own story called Tegn

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