[pink grapefruit]

I have been many different things at different points in my life, from a paladin to a backstabbing rogue.

What has never changed has been my race. I have always been and always will be a half elf. Much like Arwen, I share an eventual fate with humanity- a fate that cannot be known until it is upon us. The elven half of my heritage sometimes makes it difficult for the humans in my life to understand me well. We think differently much of the time, and I often find myself lost in uselessly romantic and fantastical notions (like this thread) that do not exist outside my mind.

Lawful good. However chaotic I may seem to others at times, I know in my heart that I am lawful good. I drive the speed limit, never cheat on anything, and work hard to maintain order. A Hermione sort of goody two-shoes :P

At my best, I am a paladin; striving to embody strength, practice acceptance, and sincerely express a truthful kindness to the world. The strong should care for the weak, and I am certainly strong.

Paradoxically, I almost want to choose Rallos Zek as my deity. It's likely the human in me that finds itself in such a paradox. While I wish to care for the weak, I also want to destroy those weaker than me in some areas of my life. My competitive human spirit, I suppose. You are right to fear me, as I will cut you down ruthlessly if you stand in my way. I'm not above vengeance, and paladins carry swords along with their shields and books.