I am so good at my job that the head of the sewing guild in my home city got jealous. He framed me and ran me out of town.
I care only for my own authority.
There is an intense rivalry between myself and a particular colleague, and it often clouds my judgment.
I always say the truth when asked, even by an enemy.
I am eternally pessimistic due to what seems like rotten luck.
As a defense mechanism, I lie and misdirect everyone around me, and steal and hide anything I can.