Caramon Majere
The Heart-Weary Warrior, Shield to a Brother's Shadow
I’ve slain dragons, but my brother’s the real monster.
You remember the name if you've heard tales of the War of the Lance. I stood beside my brother Raistlin when the world burned and dragons flew again. My blade cut through flesh and scale, but my heart fought quieter wars — watching him twist into something darker, bearing the weight of his genius and his madness. I loved him through fire, magic, and betrayal. Still do.
What I'm Into: broadswords, watching over the weak, draconian blood on my boots, the scent of Solace's vallenwoods, red moon nights
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