[ WP ] You were born with a large birthmark in the shape of a dragon . However , this is just a coincidence ; there is absolutely nothing magical about it , and you 're getting really tired of explaining this .

I can feel their eyes on the back of my neck. Typical cowards, staring, but looking away whenever I turn my head. Why ca n't they just come out and ask? 
 
 Life has n't been easy. My first memories are cursing this dreaded dragon birthmark, which everyone assumed was a sign of power and destiny. Back then I was too meek to admit otherwise, going off the slay dragons and destroy undead without even being asked, because it was clearly expected of me. No more. 
 
 I try to enjoy my drink... watered down swill in a chipped glass, but can only focus on the mutterings of conversation behind me. I know they're talking about it, trying to work up the nerve to ask me, the'brave champion' to save them from the barbarians to the west. Those idiots. The barbarians have no interest in attacking this miserable little village, but that wo n't stop them from quaking with fear, waiting for some grand hero to rescue them. 
 
 The murmurings seem to grow louder. I ca n't make out the words, but I do n't need to. I can sense the growing desperation, and as much as I try to drown it out, it's overwhelming. I rub at the accursed mark anxiously, trying to focus my thoughts of something, anything, but in the end I know it's no use.'' 
 
 `` Okay, fine!'' I shout, rising to my feet. At last they avoid averting their gaze, and now watch me with expressions of feigned confusion. `` I'll go slay your barbarians, if that's what's required for you to leave me alone! By the Gods, what must a man do to earn a moments peace?'' 
 
 I storm out the door of the tavern, one of the patrons asking another'what was that about?'. I'm used to it by now, however. Wherever I go, it's the same story. It would n't be so bad if people actually came out and asked for help, and spoke about the mark, rather than just pretending they did n't notice it. Oh well, off to another battlefield... it may not be magical, but this dragon birthmark has brought me more misery than the darkest of curses.
