Pulled up a bio I made for one of favorite forum handles, HonorHunter.
Why? Because this homework needs some time to think about how it is hurting me.
On a day very similar to one quite like this, though different enough to considered peculiar, a young man was born. I say young man not because he came out of the womb almost fully grown in semi-formal attire, but because this child was full of Honor that few gain with multiple lifetimes in their metaphorical bag of life. However, this peculiar birth on this peculiar day would not end in a quirky yet joyful way, like I assume most days of birth end. No, this day would end in a particular sort of sadness saved for the most particular sort of tragedies. You see, this strapping young lads Honor was taken. To get into the details would take many a paragraphs, and though the harrowing tale is of an exciting sort with dragons and lost maidens and bravery with loss, we have no time for these shenanigans. All we need to know for now is that he has spent the last eighteen 365 days cycle hunting for his pilfered Honor.
And he won’t stop.