My name is Arnold. I am known as the Savior by many. At the age of sixteen, according to the years of man, I can be described as Modest in appearance with pale skin, black eyes and hair as white as steel. I am of the Hobbit race.
I intend to do plot and scheme in order to become the next Ruler of Kings.
A Sentimental Value
Not wanting to leave the memories of my parents behind, I made a thorough search of the grounds around my house and came across a ring, a plain ring, I wondered how the ring ended up in the grounds and remebrmeberd about a story my father used to say about a ring which I had lost when I was a child. The ring also had my family's crest ebbed in it. Maybe I can show it to someone who will recognize the crest and in doing so open a pathway for my future.
We met in a brothel in the town at 2 PM, she was dressed in red. The meeting was awkward as I caught her secretly watching me in the brothel. I felt angered as I was a very secretive person. I can see our relationship going pretty well as I plan to plot and scheme my way into the throne and a wench is just the perfect person to have gain intel. My advisor trusts me because she know that I witty.