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You live in a small hive with a garden where you grow what you need to eat. You liked to subject yourself to the elements: standing under waterfalls, submerging yourself in mud, withstanding the sun for as long as you can. It made you feel alive. You sing while you garden. They used to be innocent songs with little deep meaning. Life eventually kicked you in the teeth a few too many times and you were forced to face what your red blood means to others and your own short life span. It made you feel angry. And jealous too.

To feel better about your low position in society you turn typical lowblood attributes into virtues. Poverty is modesty. Hunger is temperance. Violence is acceptable only in self defence. A short life span is to treasure your immortal soul. Your snake lusus encourages you to explore these ideas while assuring you you will not be killed by highbloods for such unorthodoxy. Apart from that you are alone. You aren't taught or guided by any mentor or movement. The great rebellions of old have been kept from you. You're working on first principles here and your beliefs change as you learn more. You make mistakes. You are filled with doubt.