But who am I? Who is this one who has made such an odd choice? I suppose that one might call me Shay. I like that name very much- it is pleasant to the ear. Yes, you might call me Shay, if you choose.

But again, who am I? What kind of person am I that I would come to such an understanding of my choice? To some I am but a child. To others I am as old as time itself. I would say who I am depends on who you are. But from my point of view, I will tell you who and what I am.

In this world I would be counted as fifteen. I am male, of course, with grey eyes, and shaggy blonde hair. Of an average height am I, an average weight, and a basically average body, but a body that harbors a not-so-average mind. I adore books. Books of fantasy, of myth lore, of other worlds. It is a fiction that contains more truth than a biography. Walks I love. Walks high up in the mountains where solitude normally so rare is found in great bounty. And my third joy is weaponry. I love that beautiful and deadly power. It entrances me, and I cannot resist its feel. I suppose that it is in my benefit as well, for if I did not indulge in this then I would not be capable of living my endangered life. No romance do I have though, for that is my idea of folly. No weakness will I create for myself. No distraction or hindrance will I stand. This is who I am.