*flippantly makes a joke about how terrible I feel lately*

Ah, t'is the season, isn't it? Sniffly noses and frozen fingers and being lOCKED INSIDE YOUR HOUSE FOR MONTHS AT A TIME WITH NOTHING TO DO BUT WALLOW IN BAD FEELINGS AND CHEESY CHRISTMAS MUSIC.

Huh-Hm, I mean, y'know... Winter is cold and stuff. I'd rather be hibernating.

Aaaanyways, here's me. Er, an amateurish depiction of me, at least. Rumour has it that both the almost-gouged-my-damn-eye-out-there scar and the aw-man-my-eyebrows-will-never-be-even-anymore scar were acquired from my many daring and heroic battles... y'know like, with dragons and stuff. I'm gonna go ahead and let you believe that.

(much more interesting than the story of me literally running up the stairs with an open pocket knife like an idiot...)