Who am I ? Eragon, an ugly, weird kid, casually dressed with a red jacket, a large T-shirt, ribbed pants, greasy hair behind my ears and a sloppy beard  which is at the brink of schizophrenia and which doesn’t know anything but a slide of literature.I simply don’t give a damn about my image, it may be wrinkled, it doesn’t matter what you wear, but what you think. This is the way I dress-how I get, I don’t have friends and I ignore everything the other teenagers love. I am a lonely wolf. In other words, I don’t belong to any pack. And I don’t want to. I will carry my cross as a lonely wolf-it’s my curse of loneliness- all the way.