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 Raven Of Locksley 
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My bear and I fight as a single unit. It takes only the slightest gesture to give a command, and then we're tearing through our enemies. I'm charming. No one can resist me when I'm at my best. I know just what to say to lighten the mood or bolster courage. I grew up among the nobles, including my friend Lord Faren, who can trace their ancestry back to ancient kings. I received an excellent education, am well versed in courtly graces, and understand the responsibility that comes with privilege. When I was an infant, I was abandoned at an orphanage. A kind couple adopted me and became my family. However, I've always wondered about my real parents. Melandru -- the goddess of nature, earth, and growth -- can be found in every harvest and every flower. She smiles upon those, like me, who have an affinity with animals. I am a follower of Melandru.
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Long ago, I determined my path, and nothing will sway me from it. I am stalwart in my beliefs and immovable in my loyalties. The weight of my pauldrons reminds me of the burden I carry. I'm dignified even when up to my ears in mud. It's what makes people respect me. A serious, thoughtful demeanor is the route to success. A norn who seeks to become a legend must have great physical prowess. Strength is the key to victory! I inherited Romke's Horn, a magical ancestral heirloom passed down through generations. After one too many drinks, however, I wagered it on a contest of strength... and lost. Wolf has the cunning of the pack behind him. He imparts the virtues of loyalty, ferocity, and strength in numbers. When he came to me, he whispered of my heroic future and told me I would never be alone.
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The hunger of flames and their burning destruction demand respect. Fire immolates and clears the path for new growth. I'm charming. No one can resist me when I'm at my best. I know just what to say to lighten the mood or bolster courage. The White Stag is a creature of enchantment, an immortal beast with great power. It is said that the stag will trade a magical boon for its freedom, if I can catch it. It is one thing to know what is right and another to change the world. We all have a calling. I will distinguish myself through my actions and thereby lift Tyria to a higher state of nobility. Sylvari awakened at dusk are naturally curious and thoughtful. We love to learn and spend time reading and studying. We are intelligent and drawn toward the luscious complexities of magic.
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A mask draws attention, and an uncovered face allows people to identify you. I prefer a more subtle subterfuge. A drawn hood lets me blend into the crowd, and no one knows I was there.I'm dignified even when up to my ears in mud. It's what makes people respect me. A serious, thoughtful demeanor is the route to success. The College of Dynamics produces gizmo-makers extraordinaire. Energy, enthusiasm, and boldness are our best qualities. We believe in leveraging the expendable nature of all things. If a prototype explodes, it isn't a failure unless the lesson goes unlearned. They said it was a toy, a pipe dream, and a waste of resources. They were wrong. My invention predicts the future. So what if it doesn't predict it correctly every time. That's irrelevant! Could it give me an advantage? Reply hazy. Ask again. Master Blipp was known for his redundancies as well as his redundancies. He often said, "Your first try should never be your last, especially if it succeeded. You can always succeed bigger next time."
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It's a screwdriver. It's a wrench. It's a lateral displacer! I don't care what you call it; this gadget is one thing I take everywhere with me. I'm ferocious. Threatening violence gets me further than anything else. I'm a natural, though I do try to use my powers of intimidation for good. I am Iron Legion. I march to the boom of war machines. The Iron Legion has ignited our industrial revolution. We perfected metalwork, cannons, and - most importantly - guns. Clawspur lets his blades do the talking. He's extremely calm and quiet, even for a thief. While others are making threats, Clawspur is silently positioning himself to make a quick kill. Good thing he's on my side. I've heard my sire's name spoken with reverence ever since I was a cub in the fahrar. I plan to live up to his reputation - or exceed it.
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