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He took a couple of steps.
"I clink," he said. "It’s undignified."
"Everybody clinks. It's what soldiers do."
- ― K.J. Parker
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We Are Forlorn Like Children:
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And experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial -- I believe we are lost.
- ― Erich Maria Remarque
| White Rose: |
"She is beautiful, beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful. It burns to be near, but the heat is too enjoyable to ignore. Her undeniable charisma is as deadly as my blade, and together we will write a legend so majestic it will be considered fiction."
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In The Day When Heaven Was Falling:
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The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
- ― A.E. Housman
| [[Veyshan]]: |
He hails from the mighty dune seas, windswept and sun-kissed, and his people are still very close to his heart. He remembers well the heat of the sands and the shades of grand bazaars, and brings a piece of it with him wherever he goes.
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| [[Noble]]: |
Born into wealth and luxury, it was his choice to leave that lavish lap.
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| [[Soldier of Fortune]]: |
He served with mercenaries and learned to fight in secret; half part shame, half the defiant desire for justice.
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From sand to sea, shore to sail; he learned on his adventures toward Alexandros that as much as he loved the glittering drift, so too was his heart claimed by the tempestuous mistress of the tides.
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He has seem much that would constitute unfairness, so much injustice in the world. He has grown tired and angry. He is known to put himself at great personal risk to assist those that he would consider in need -- damsels and downtrodden alike.
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Until the last few years, his life has been the comfortable, blind existence of the noble merchant's son, where he wanted for nothing, but craved something more. As a result, he can be a gullible if entirely well-meaning man that is taken in by the crafty, and abused by the quick.
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He loves to sing, to dance, to celebrate. He dreams of a day when he does these things -- when OTHERS do these things -- in the name of his legend.
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That's A Nice Song:
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Said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.
"It's an old soldiers' song," he said.
"Really, sarge? But it's about angels."
Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.
"Why? It sounds cheerful."
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.
- ― Terry Pratchett
| Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen |
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams,
Yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Oh ooo-oh
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment
Set aside for us.
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Ooh
Who dares to love forever
Oh oo woh, when love must die.
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever'
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
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| Dust In The Wind - Kansas |
I close my eyes only for a moment,
And the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes,
A curiosity.
Dust in the wind,
All they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song,
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground,
Though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind.
Now, don't hang on,
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
It slips away,
And all your money won't another minute buy.
Dust in the wind,
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind),
Everything is dust in the wind (the wind)
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What Life Expects Of Us
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| Name: |
Malhari Samajhadar
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| Relatives: |
Unknown
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| Apparent Age: |
Adult
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| Height: |
5'10"
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| Eyes: |
Burnt Caramel
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| Hair: |
Black
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| Lineage: |
Halroon Samajhadar
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| Culture: |
Veyshanti
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| Birthplace: |
Tashraan
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| Cause: |
Naive Heroism
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| Position: |
Hero-In-Training
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| Role: |
Fishmarm Target Practice
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... Is That We Celebrate ...
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