You decide, against both my and your best judgement, to be the Rustblood. You are now LIIRAZ. You aren't sure why you want to be her. She doesn't even want to be her.

Oh, were you expecting more? A last name? You don't get one, sucks to be you but that's what you deserve, you guess. Why?

You're LIIRAZ, your last name used to be DATTRA, but that, along with your SYMBOL have been STRIPPED FROM YOU. You're... 9 sweeps old? It's hard to KEEP TRACK when every turn on this planet BLURS TOGETHER.

How did this happen? As if you don't REGRET it every DAY. It was because you were FOOLISH enough to DREAM OF REVOLUTION and FAILED, MISERABLY. But a LEADER is only as good as her ARMY and yours ABANDONED you, leaving you to be TORTURED. Reduced to a living WARNING of what happens to REBELS.

Your hobbies used to include SPARRING and MEDITATION, but now your hobbies are FINDING ENOUGH TO EAT and being a FAILURE.

You also used to TRAIN OTHERS TO FIGHT, but that seems like a lifetime ago, now most EVERYONE AVOIDS YOU, if you're lucky. You might not be so FORTUNATE at the moment.

Your trolltag is fallenGrace, which.. is surprising CONSIDERING you don't really have MUCH in the way of anything, LEAST of all FRIENDS and you speak iin a whiisper, wiith a biit of an elongatiion of the iis for effect, but almost no one wants to talk to a SIGNLESS. Except Nixdra, and that really annoying teal caste who is apparently lost and you are supposed to help find now.

Well, a meal is a meal you suppose, and it has been quite a while since your last one. You have the coordinates from Nixdra on your palmhusk, and realize that he is actually really close to where your hideout is located, and of course the corpse party that you have been tracking is going on there.

You do have some of paradox space's greatest luck. That was sarcasm, by the way. You decide to gather your things and make sure that you can at least attempt to defend yourself if you need to, and then head to the location and try to assist Nixdra.