I'm 25 Aquarius Born on the 28th of January year of the Tiger

A proud member of the Blair clan of Ayrshire the wild stags of Scotland our motto is amo probos love the virtuous

And praise be to the noble knights of my family Sir Robert de Blair and Sir Bryce Blair and Sir Roger Blair who served Scotland in her darkest hour

The empire is law and the law is sacred long live the noble sons of Cyrodiil

My Favorite historical warriors are Timur the Tartar Khan, Basil the Bulgar-slayer, Richard the Lionhearted, Cyrus the great, Marcus Aurelius, Leo the wise, Justinian the great, Mehmed the Conqueror, Selim the grim, Suleiman the magnificent, William the Conqueror, Shapur the king of Persia

I enjoy a game of thrones greatly with wonderful characters like Daemon blackfyre, Aegor bittersweet, and Bryden rivers. I'm also a student of history mainly the imperial Russian military and Turkish empires my favorite works are by Tolkien of course as they capture the essence of heroes perfectly I remember the song of noble durin and Gil glad by heart the poems of middle earth are true art telling of the elder days when stalwart heroes laid down their lives for a noble cause. The Ottoman century rise and fall of the Turkish empire by the late Lord Kinross it was my book all through high school and holds a special place in my heart

Story ideas

Ser Richard of Wayrest the knight of the Lion and Rose born on the 8th of Sun's Dusk 4th era year 181 in the province of Highrock he is true Breton lord wise in both lore and politics. Before assuming the mantle of a knight Richard was a poor child growing up in the convent Akatosh never knowing his parents as they were slaughtered by a clan of Glenmoril vampires when he was but a babe. Fortune would favor young Richard as a prominent Knight of the city took him on as a squire, sadly during his first battle the kindly knight was cut down by an Orcish chieftain who had established a small kingdom on the slopes of the Dragon tail mountains Richard would slay the monstrous chieftain thus avenging the knight who gave him everything a great feat of arms for one so young and upon returning to the city Richard was hailed as a hero for slaying the savage Orc and securing peace for the kingdom. Richard would rise through the court of Wayrest by competing in countless tourneys across the kingdom earning the adoration of the smallfolk by donating the winnings to the various charities and convents across Wayrest all the while honoring the memory of his late master. Richard rose to the rank of Guard Captain for Queen Victoria Drakesheart, during these years he would become a confidant for the young monarch sharing in the joys and sorrow of her reign and while Victoria adored Richard for his kind heart many a Lord and lady held disdain for the boy viewing his presence at court as a personal slight. Richard would gain true fame by saving the queen from a coven of rabid Montalion vampires who had infiltrated the court intent on ruling the kingdom with blood and sorcery, the young knight led the guards and men at arms against the vile beasts he would personally slay the covens master an ancient monstrosity known as Hern the engorged this display of courage earned him the epithet of Lionheart. He is the epitome of chivalry a true warrior with wisdom and martial talent in equal measure During his journey across Skyrim Richard slaughters any thalmor he encounters judging them as the enemy of all free folk. As an anointed knight of the divines, Richard despises the vile daedra with a fervent passion cutting down their minions wherever they may dwell Serena has softened his opinion on vampires showing not all of them are monstrous blood-sucking fiends. Richard joins the companions seeing them as a noble order of warriors but he fervently rejects the beast blood knowing servitude to a daedric lord is a horrid curse. Upon discovering he is dovahkiin Richard will make it his sacred duty to hunt every dragon of the old kingdom believing dragon slaying to be a knight's highest calling, Richard is a dashing man of 20 name days with lustrous red hair and dark grey eyes that reflect his mood, turning soft as fog or hard as stone. His heavy red hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man Victoria estimates his height to be six feet and a half feet; As a young adult, Richard was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful, and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy".As a noble of Highrock and a landed knight of Wayrest Richard's deep coffers afford him some of the best arms and armor septims can buy striding into battle clad in a scarlet and azure surcoat bearing his sigil three golden lions on a field of crimson quartered with the silver roses of Wayrest over a chainmail hauberk and breastplate, when traveling Richard prefers to wear a Red fur cloak fastened by a sapphire clasp in the shape of a rose, steel pauldrons and articulated steel gauntlets, full grieves and a sword belt studded with fine rubies. His shield is massive oak-and-iron, Richard wields the mighty silver longsword called Brightroar the legendary dwemer smith Telchar first wrought it in the deeps of time, Very bright was the sword when it was forged; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen.

Flavius Valentinianus born on the 15th of Sun's Dusk 4th Era year 146 in the province of Cyrodiil the dragon of Stros m'kai an Imperial veteran who comes from a long line of decorated Legionaries and imperial officials he loves the empire and also enjoys a good book, born into the prestigious Valentinian family Flavius was destined for greatness joining the Legion upon reaching his 18th nameday he would serve honorably as a soldier of the 76th auxiliary touring the provinces of the Empire from the pomp and pageantry of Highrock, to the mysterious Hist filled swamps of Argonia putting down various rebellions for the declining Mede empire by his 25th name day Flavius had seen more battle and bloodshed than legionaries twice his age. Flavius would serve with honor during the Great War as a Legate under the command of General Decianus fighting in the battles of Hammerfell and the red ring alas all this suffering was for naught when Titus Mede II bowed before the whims of the Thalmor by signing the white gold concordat Flavius was disgusted the empire didn't bow or break they didn't retreat Titus made was a disgrace to the title of emperor Flavius knew the empire could be strong again but not under this puppet dynasty he would be the one to make it strong again like the Septims of old. Flavius threw aside his rank in the legion, packed his belongings, and ventured to Hammerfell hoping to aid the Redguard resistance fight against the encroaching thalmor threat after ten long years all of his compatriots had perished in battle or retired when their sword arms became too weak from old age Flavius decided to visit the old kingdom taking a merchant vessel from Sentinel and Sailing to the imperial capital Solitude upon his arrival Flavius learned of the bloody civil war between the imperial legion and the stormcloaks he is truly disheartened knowing that this conflict will further weaken the empire. Upon learning he is dovahkiin Flavius will make it his duty to slaughter every dragon of the old kingdom he always carries the amulets of Talos and Akatosh symbolizing his devotion to the empire. During his journey, he will join the companions but will fervently reject the blessing of wolves blood not wanting to be tied to Hircine for eternity Flavius slaughtered the dark brotherhood as he despises the vile death worshipping cult and will personally see to it that Ulfrics head is mounted on a spike. Viewing the stormcloaks as a band of stupid bitter nords who don't understand that the Thalmor can only be defeated by a united empire he rejoins the Legion working his way up the ranks again as he was declared a deserter when he left for Hammerfell. Flavius is above all an honorable man and loves all races except those loyal to the Thalmor such as the Khajit or bosmer but any man can show their worth he holds a great deal of respect for the Redguards as he fought beside the children of Hammerfell for so many years he also has a great love of Redguard and Dunmer women. Flavius has the classical Valentinian looks olive skin with black hair and Bright blue eyes. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man; Tariq estimates his height to be six and a half feet. As a young adult, Flavius was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy. As an imperial mercenary Flavius gained his armor from fallen soldiers and various tombs that littered the great alik'r desert imperial knight boots vambraces and helmet complete with a scarlet cloak bearing the imperial dragon the Einherjar heavy cuirass and for defense a large round shield of Nordic make forged from Ebony he wields an ornate alik'r Scimitar forged by the finest smith's of Sentinel he also wears a finely wrought golden ring clasped with a large ruby is has been passed down to each head of the Valentinian family and is his most prized possession Flavius is an imperial soldier by heart and he will put down any rebellion against his homeland with a fiery rage of his dovah soul he is Talos reborn and he will make sure those damn gilded knife ears know.

Ser Bjorn bittersteel born on the 15th of Hearthfire 4th Era 176 in the province of Skyrim he is a true warrior of the old kingdom with a stout heart and Noble soul. Before assuming the mantle of a Lycan hunter Bjorn was a poor child growing up on the streets of Windhelm never knowing his parents as they were slaughtered by a pack of lycanthropes when he was but a lad of ten name days, Fortune would favor the young Nord as a prominent member of the silver hand took him as a steward. Bjorn would dedicate every waking hour to honing his martial talents more at home on the battlefield than behind a desk he traveled the length and breadth of Skyrim hunting, riding, and of course whoring. sadly tragedy would befall Bjorn once more when he discovered his brothers had accepted the blessing of hircine he would have been killed on the spot but he managed to escape before the savage wolves could track him down. Bjorn would rise to prominence by competing in countless tourneys across the old kingdom earning the adoration of the smallfolk by donating the winnings to various charities and convents across Skyrim all the while honoring the memory of his late parents. Bjorn rose to the rank of thane for High Queen Elisif the fair, during these years he would become a confidant for the young monarch sharing in the joys and sorrow of her reign. Bjorn would gain true fame saving the high queen from a pack of rabid lycanthropes, the young warrior led the guards and men at arms against the vile beasts he would personally slay the packs alpha a vile monstrosity known as Fenrir the bone breaker his display of courage earned him the epithet of bitter steel, He is the epitome of Atmoran strength a warrior with wisdom and martial talent in equal measure. During his journey across Skyrim, Bjorn will join the companions but fervently rejects the beast blood, he kills any justiciars and frees their prisoners whether stormcloak or imperial judging the thalmor as an enemy to all free folk. As a former Silver hand warrior, Bjorn despises the vile daedra with a fervent passion cutting down their minions wherever they may hide Aela has softened his opinion on lycanthropes showing not all of them are a horrid monstrous beast. Upon discovering he is the dovahkiin Bjorn will make it his sacred duty to hunt every dragon of the old kingdom believing dragon slaying to be a warrior's highest calling. Bjorn is a very handsome man with black hair and bright blue eyes. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a tall man his adoptive father estimates his height to be six feet even; As a young adult, Bjorn was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy" He is very proud, commanding and fierce in battle immensely charismatic he wins people to his side and to his cause easily. As the Thane of Solitude and sworn defender of the high queen Elisif the fair Bjorn's deep coffers afford him some of the best arms and armor septims can buy striding into battle clad in glittering Nordic carved plate and silver mail with a finely wrought steel helm His shield is massive oak-and-iron, when traveling Bjorn wears a large fur cloak fashioned from the hide of an ancient lycanthrope secured by a bronze clasp in the shape of a snarling wolves head, he also owns a hunting horn it is black in color with gold bands and engraved with runes of the old kingdom It is said to be over a thousand years old once held by the first high king of Skyrim When he was younger, Bjorn often rode a great chestnut gelding. Bjorn wields a mighty silver hand and a half sword named heartsbane it was forged by the great silversmiths of Falkreath early in the first era the hilt is wrought in the shape of a bow and arrow, with the pommel fashioned as arrow fletching, and the crossguard forming the limbs of the bow. This reflects the sigil of Bjorn the Huntsman. Very bright was the sword when it was forged; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, and its edge was hard and keen.

Ser Arthur du Guesclin of Camlorn the knight of the black Lion born on the 8th first Seed 3rd era year 411 in the province of Highrock he is true Breton lord wise in both lore and politics. As the second son of a prominent lord no one expected much of the young Guesclin many thought he would enlist in the castle guards or perhaps become a priest but Arthur had no wish for a life of celibacy and contemplation of the Divines word the life of a hedge knight was most appealing to the young lord so while his older brother was instructed in the arts of governing Arthur was left to his own devices he would dedicate every waking hour to honing his martial talents more at home on the battlefield than behind a desk he traveled the length and breadth of Highrock hunting, riding, and of course whoring competing in countless tourneys across Tamriel from the aged Arenas of Skyrim to the verdant fields of Cyrodiil earning his spurs and the adoration of the smallfolk by donating all his winnings to the various convents of the provinces. Despite his sons wayward nature Bryce was determined that his fiery bull-headed son received the finest education sovereigns could buy so he sent him to the legendary University of Daggerfall studying under the best Scholars and Loremasters in all Tamriel during these years he would learn various subjects including Arithmetic, etiquette, ballroom dancing, simple spell work, and military tactics despite all the trouble Bryce went through to get his son a place in the university Arthur treated it as an extended holiday drinking, fighting and of course bedding the various noble women of the Kingdoms causing quite an uproar when he bedded princess Roxelena of Hammerfell. His skills would catch the attention of Emperor when he won the tourney celebrating Uriel's sixty years on the throne. After several months of correspondence the emperor decided that this young knight may be the only person who can save the province of Morrowind home to the Dark elves various reports told of strange monster's and dozens of imperial citizens going missing these attacks could spell calamity for the empire not seen since the dragon break decades prior Arthurs task would not be easy traveling to an alien land so far removed from the pomp and pageantry of Highrock to restore the peace and ensure the loyalty of Morrowinds Great houses. As an anointed knight of the divines, Arthur despises the daedra with a fervent passion cutting down their minions wherever they may hide. Arthur shall join the fighters guild seeing them as a noble order of warriors he shall seek to further the empire's influence while protecting the dunmer people eventually joining house Hlaalu and Imperial legion hoping to bring peace by Septim rule. Upon discovering he is the Nevevarine Arthur will make it his sacred duty to bring low Dagoth Ur and his monstrous servants believing the protection of the ashlanders to be his true calling, Arthur is dashing man of 16 name days with lustrous black hair and dark grey eyes that reflect his mood, turning soft as fog or hard as stone. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man Roxelena estimates his height to be six feet; As a young adult, Arthur was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful, and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy". He is proud, commanding and fierce in battle immensely charismatic he wins people to his side and to his cause easily. As a Noble of Highrock and a landed knight of Camlorn Arthur fortune afford him some of the best arms and armor septims can buy striding into battle clad in glittering ebony plate and mail he wields an ebony mace called Stormbreaker an heirloom passed from father to son it is a mighty weapon that has brought ruin to countless foes His shield is massive ebony-and-gold a bulwark against all vile sorcery, when traveling Arthur wears a large fur cloak secured with a sapphire brooch carved in the shape of a nine pointed star he also owns a hunting horn it is black in color with gold bands and engraved with runes of ancient elves It is said to be centuries old once held by the first king of the Bretons.

Gunnar winters breath born the 4th of Last Seed 2nd Era year 181 in the Kingdom of Skyrim he is the epitome of Atmoran strength. He had a peaceful childhood in the hold of Falkreath his mother the son of a minor noble and his father a retired soldier from Solitude Gunnar would dedicate every waking hour to honing his martial talents more at home on the battlefield than behind a desk he traveled the length and breadth of Skyrim hunting, riding, and of course fighting but no matter how many tourneys he won or beast slain Gunnar couldn't earn Bjorn's approval believing his bull headed son had been softened by a prieveliged life in Falkreath he had no idea the power of a true Nord alas this rejection fueled Gunnar desire to become the mightiest warrior among his northern kin so as the beauty of autumn gave way winter's bitter chill Gunnar ventured into the Jerall mountains hoping to slay an ice wraith after days of travel the young warrior found a dark cave in the mountains face venturing into the came Gunnar found three foul incarnations of frost and began a horrid battle but despite all his strength Gunnar failed and was frozen for several millenia upon awakening Gunnar ventured down the mountain and was taken captive by soldiers in crimson cloaks these men took him to a large fortress called Helgen Gunnar wouod have lost his head if not for the mighty world eater laying waste to his captors. During his journey across Skyrim Gunnar will join the companions but fervently rejects the beast blood he shall venture to Winterhold eager to further his knowledge of Atherius and his new found powers of winter itself in time rising to the rank of Archmage, he kill any justiciar and free their prisoners whether stormcloak or imperial judging the thalmor as enemy to all free folk. As a true Atmoran warrior Gunnar despises the vile daedra with a fervent passion cutting down their minions wherever they may hide Aela has softened his opinion on lycanthropes showing not all of them are horrid monstrous beast. Upon discovering he is the dovahkiin Gunnar will make it his sacred duty to hunt every dragon of the old kingdom believing dragon slaying to be the highest calling of a true Atmoran warrior. Gunnar is very handsome man with lustrous black hair and bright blue eyes. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest, and coarse around his sex. He is a tall man his father estimates his height to be six feet even; As a young adult, Gunnar was a handsome, clean-shaven ma, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful, and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy" He is very proud, commanding and fierce in battle immensely charismatic he wins people to his side and to his cause easily. As the Thane of Windhelm and sworn defender of the High King Ulfric Stormcloak Gunnar deep coffers afford him some of the best arms and armor septims can buy striding into battle clad in glittering Stalhrim plate and silver mail with a finely wrought silver diadem embossed with large glittering sapphires, he wield a mighty battle-axe fashioned from Stalhrim and ebony called Strun Du'ul its mighty blows ring with the fury of eternal winter, when traveling the harsh Landscape of Skyrim Gunnar wears a large fur cloak fashioned from the hide of an ancient lycanthrope secured by a simple bronze clasp shaped to resemble a falling snowdrop, he also owns a hunting horn it is black in color with gold bands and engraved with runes of the old kingdom It is said to be over a thousand years old once held by the first high king of Skyrim it is said that the true sons of Atmora shall answer it's called when he was younger, Gunnar often rode a great chestnut gelding. he also wears a finely wrought golden ring once owned by the legendary dragon priest Azhidal it is a cursed ring that augments his already potent arcane abilities to a frightening degree he is a true Nordic Warrior by heart and he will put down any rebellion against his homeland with a fiery rage of his dragon soul he is the servant of the old god and he will make sure those damn gilded knife ears know the fury of winter.

Uther thrice blessed born the 25th of Rain's Hand 4th Era year 131 in the Beautiful Island of Alinor he is a true lord of the Summerset Isle wise in both lore and politics. Before assuming the mantle of a warrior Uther led a simple life in the city of Shimmerene with loving parents his father a Thalmor soldier and his mother a retired court wizard from Highrock young Uther was destined for greatness joining the armies of Alinor upon reaching his 18th nameday he would serve honorably as a soldier of the 16th legion touring the provinces of Tamriel furthering the influence of the Thalmor from the pomp and pageantry of Highrock to the distant Ashland's of Morrowind by his 25th nameday Uther had seen more battle and bloodshed than Thalmor with centuries of service. Uther would serve honorably in the great war as a captain under the command of General Naarifin fighting from the jungles of Valenwood to the walls of the Imperial city it was all for naught as Uther had grow disillusioned with this horrid conflict after seeing many of his comrades cut down so the young Altmer threw aside his rank becoming a simple wanderer haunted by the horrors of battle after many years Uther found himself in the city of Skingrad he had never been one for the divines but after consulting a priest the old warrior would dedicate himself to the order of Julianos Uther spent the next two decades finding tranquility through meditation and practicing many facets of magic especially the arts of restoration, however this life would come to an end when Uther was forced to flee the city for murdering corrupt guards who were extorting the temple and shopkeepers his time in Skingrad had taught him that pacifism was no way to live sometimes violence in defense of the weak was necessary Uther would travel north to Skyrim hoping to further his knowledge of magic. He is the epitome of chivalry a true warrior with wisdom and martial talent in equal measure During his journey across Skyrim Uther shall not involve himself in the petty squabbles of the Imperials. As an anointed servant of the divines, Uther despises the daedra with a fervent passion cutting down their minions wherever they may hide Serena has softened his opinion on vampires showing not all of them are monstrous blood-sucking fiends. Uther joins the companions seeing them as a noble order of warriors but he fervently rejects the beast blood knowing servitude to a daedric lord is a horrid curse eventually Uther shall travel to Winterhold eager to further his knowledge of Atherius. Upon discovering he is dovahkiin Uther will make it his sacred duty to hunt every dragon of the old kingdom believing dragon slaying to be a warrior's highest calling, Uther is dashing mer of 70 name days with lustrous black hair and bright purple eyes that reflect his mood, turning soft as twilight or hard as amethyst. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man Victoria estimates his height to be six and a half feet; As a young adult, Uther was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful, and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy". He is proud, commanding and fierce in battle immensely charismatic he wins people to his side and to his cause easily. As a Noble of Alinor and Justicar of the dominion Uther's fortune afford him some of the best arms and armor septims can buy striding into battle clad in glittering ebony plate and mail in place of a helm Uther don's the mask of the Dragon Priest Vokun he wields a mighty silver greatsword called the bloodskal blade forged by the natives of Solstheim Very bright was the sword when it was forged; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold. he also wears a finely wrought golden ring once worn by the legendary dragon priest Morokei it is a powerful ring that augments his already potent arcane abilities to a frightening degree Uther is true arcane warrior by heart and he will put down any rebellion against his homeland with a fiery rage of his dovah soul he is the will of the divines and shall bring peace to Tamriel.

Tariq ibn Ziyad the Lion of Yokuda born the 8th of Sun's Dawn 4th Era year 176 in the province of Hammerfell he is a true Redguard lord wise in both lore and politics. Before assuming the mantle of the lion Tariq had a peaceful childhood in the village of Riverview his mother the daughter of a minor noble and his father a retired priest from Sentinel Tariq would dedicate every waking hour to honing his martial talents more at home on the battlefield than behind a desk he traveled the length and breadth of Hammerfell hunting, riding, and of course fighting but no matter how many bandits slaughtered or beast slain Tariq couldn't earn Selim's approval believing his bull headed son had been softened by a prieveliged life in Riverview he had no idea the power of a true servant of HoonDing alas this rejection fueled Tariq's desire to become the mightiest warrior among his southern kin. Eventually Mehmed a priest of Rihad would take Tariq as an apprentice teaching him many things from alchemy to enchanting and of course swordplay, as the years passed Tariq matured into a deadly warrior devoting every waking hour to honing his skill with the scimitar and shield finally realizing the skill of his young son Selim gifted Tariq with the book of circles a rare tome written by the legendary Yokudan warrior Frandar HoonDing in the first Era it detailed the various scimitar techniques used by the ancient Swordsingers it contained 38 different ways to grip a sword, 750 offensive and 1800 defensive positions it was bitter work but Tariq knew that every trick added to his arsenal would give him an edge over his opponents. Eventually Tariq would find work as a mercenary traversing the great desert's of Hammerfell protecting wealthy merchants and minor nobles it was during one of these expeditions that he would gain the epithet of Lion by routing a small coven of Khulari vampires hoping to ransack the village of Shadymarch the young Redguard led his compatriots and a small company of alikir against the vile beasts he would personally slay the covens master an ancient vile monstrosity known as Ahriman thrice pierced this display of true courage earned him the epithet Lion of Yokuda. Tariq is a charming man of 25 name days with black hair and Bright emerald eyes. His heavy black hair is thick on his chest and coarse around his sex. He is a very tall man; Roxelana estimates his height to be six and a half feet. As a young adult, Tariq was a handsome, clean-shaven man, with rough and hard hands. He is strong and powerful and muscled "like a maiden's fantasy" He is proud, commanding and fierce in battle immensely charismatic he wins people to his side and to his cause easily. During his journey across Skyrim Tariq slaughters any thalmor he encounters judging them as the enemy of all Redguards. As a follower of the make way god Tariq despises daedra and their minions with a fervent passion cutting them down without mercy Aela has softened his opinion on werewolves showing not all of them are vile monstrous beasts. Tariq joins the companions seeing them as a noble order of warriors but he fervently rejects the beast blood knowing servitude to a daedric lord is a horrid curse Upon discovering he is blessed by the god Akatosh Tariq will make it his sacred duty to slay every dragon of the old kingdom believing dragon slaying to be the greatest test of a true Yokudan warrior. Tariq gained his armor from fallen soldiers and the various tombs that littered the great Alik'r desert striding into battle clad in glittering Dwemer plate with a large dwemer shield for defense he wields a deadly silver scimitar forged by the finest smith's of Sentinel it was given to him by Mahidevran for loyal service to the city and Hammerfell he often coats the blade in poison taken from the sapphire scorpions of Stros m'kai, he also wears a finely wrought golden ring clasped with a large flawless ruby. Tariq is a follower of the old ways he will defend his homeland and its people with the fiery rage of his dovah soul he is HoonDing reborn and he will make sure those damn gilded knife ears know.