Religious events (Adulthood)

Refuge. It was raining (or snowing). The god's temple was the only warm and dry place with an open door. (work with your DM to determine details)

I idolize a particular hero of my faith and constantly refer to that person's deeds and example.

I get bitter if I'm not the center of attention.

I harbor dark bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation failed to quell.

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