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A list of all pages that have property "Personality" with value "This son of Sanna and Blackram always feels claustrophobic when indoors. Given his height breadth one could easily allow for this, for how a room might feel too small or a chair too tiny, that the building was closing in around him. But for Corwin it goes further. It's not just that being inside makes him feel closed in, it's that it makes him feel as if he's in the wrong place. That he's wandered into the wrong house. It's not until Corwin can see the open sky and feel the caress of nature's windy hand against his cheek that he finds any true peace. Anything less than that is just restlessness. Corwin's not a hermit though; he likes people probably better than he ikes most animals. Well, most people. Some people deserve to breathe less than some animals, as far as Corwin can tell. If you watch his face, it's pretty clear what which group he's putting you into, too. When he's calm as a gentle zephyr, his eyes are so light, his smile seen curling beneath that big beard. But when he's been riled up, it's like the electrciity of a storm sends static through him and his beard almost bushes out and his frown made all the more evident.". Since there have been only a few results, also nearby values are displayed.

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    • Corwin Sanna  + (This son of Sanna and Blackram always feel
      This son of Sanna and Blackram always feels claustrophobic when indoors. Given his height breadth one could easily allow for this, for how a room might feel too small or a chair too tiny, that the building was closing in around him. But for Corwin it goes further. It's not just that being inside makes him feel closed in, it's that it makes him feel as if he's in the wrong place. That he's wandered into the wrong house. It's not until Corwin can see the open sky and feel the caress of nature's windy hand against his cheek that he finds any true peace. Anything less than that is just restlessness. Corwin's not a hermit though; he likes people probably better than he ikes most animals. Well, most people. Some people deserve to breathe less than some animals, as far as Corwin can tell. If you watch his face, it's pretty clear what which group he's putting you into, too. When he's calm as a gentle zephyr, his eyes are so light, his smile seen curling beneath that big beard. But when he's been riled up, it's like the electrciity of a storm sends static through him and his beard almost bushes out and his frown made all the more evident.
      t and his frown made all the more evident.)