He was strategy.
He had no weaknesses.
He took what he needed, and left them clueless.
He knew who his enemies were.
He was ruthless.
He was merciless.
He was invincible.
People cowered when they heard his cry.
He was the Night Fury.

He was impulsive.
He made mistakes, he felt guilt.
He knew what he wanted.
He was protective.
He was gentle.
He got a chance, so he gave one.
He knew his faults.
People filled with hope when the air fluttered.
He was Toothless.

He was complicated.

And he was happy with his messed up, filled with holes, flaw-filled, compicated life.