You decide, against both yours and my better judgment, to be the rustblood.
You are now LIIRAZ. Who knows why you wanted 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. You can't check your palmhusk right now, not that you'd have any MESSAGES, no one wants to talk to a SIGNLESS.
Well, except for those like the two ASSHOLES looking to HARASS you as you try to slip UNNOTICED through an ALLEY leading back to your HIVE.