If in your worthy life you had assumed a destiny made for gods and their gods, you had stood beside me. Our battles were glorious, our foes were tremendous and terrible, and through great mirth and ribaldry we celebrated the world, and the coming of the dawn. For I know, it was you that stood there, with me, and listened at the chiming of the bells at midnight, and again when the wind tempted us to fall from the rooftops at twilight. I would that it be no other way.
Strengths: muscle, thew, sinew, blood, heart, breath, stride, and sight, which all stand before the enormous stretch of my soul.
Weaknesses: bier, women, sport, loud machines, and shiny metals.
Special Skills: that i am equally adepth at everything.
Weapons: my hangnail is potent enough for any being.