Dear Bronte:
I have no idea what you're going to do with yourself. I'd like for you to become an Archer; I see you as a man of quiet action, a protector who doesn't want the fight to make it to his family and friends, who instead takes down the enemy long before it can do damage. However, I know about the best laid plans of mice and men. Some of my favorite characters are completely NOT what I ever saw them being, because at one point in our relationship they decided they wanted to do something other than what I'd plotted out for them.
This is what I
do know about you (at least my version of you, since there can be many versions of you out in the world): you're an only child. Your father expected you to be a great warrior, follow in his footsteps...and you are too "soft hearted" to ever accomplish the dream he planned for you. He wants to love you - you are his only son, after all - but he struggles with his love and his own personal shame. Your mother loves you dearly, and is secretly happy you've ended up nothing like your father (whom she loves, never doubt that, but wouldn't wish his cold, distant exterior on her baby boy).
That is...about it. There's still so much to learn about you, and from you. I know that no amount of planning will keep you from going where you want to go. For all I know, something could smack you upside the head and suddenly you are determined to become a Brute. You'll get your a** kicked, but that'll at least be fun to play out.
So here's to you, Bronte. I look forward to helping you find out where you fit best in the world of Tendaji.
-RuddyPup