Macabregallant, 54

Unknighted in Black I know... I dont quite fit the bill of being that pale, elite, successful male that so many here wish to find... I dont dwell within a magnificent castle or a steed of pure perfection. I dont win many contests or hold many rewards. I dont even have a family beyond my son. I wear armor tarnished, tattered, and dented... I'm not in the best of shape despite my determination to endure... I lack certification for the education from a college that empires new beginings. My humor is seen as demented, perverse, grotesque and unnappropriate! I am forced to have the emcumberence of carrying a reputation of a culture so destructive, racist, and hateful which makes it that much harder to keep up the honor when so few give you the chance. So I tend to keep to myself and watch the night sky for shooting stars to make wishes for things that never come true. I have fought the demons an d dragons of life and have yet to defeat any of them...
But, despite all this I remain here drenched with the dirt, grime, guts of what little of life I've slayed to get this far. I have survived a lot and I dont see myself going away, just yet. It takes a princess or a queen to choose a knight. Only when SHE lays her hankerchief across the lance has she deemed you worthy of becoming her champion. I have yet to find that one woman who would step into the dark in which I dwell and give me the honor to be her champion. Then maybe with her strength and power I can be come the knight she seeks. Who knows with such a union perhaps the world and hell with find themselves with a new King and Queen!