Your randomly constructed story:
( under construction- currently 6,636,549,993,615,360 combinations)
My parents were heroes.
I left that excuse for a house for I knew the meaning of life was absolute power ...
I soon realised I have only one reason to live: smithing .
Some might say I am a a honest person.
However I am not a mage. That is true.
My eyes are red.
With them I see dead people.
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