Your name is CERYSE YNGVII. You stand in a stark white library within the bowels of what you cannot help but call a TOWER that plumbs the depths of a forsaken world in THE MEDIUM. Your world is known as LOIAD, the LAND of INK and DEPTHS. You have spent many perigees already eradicating the PITCH FLOODS that besmirch the ESOTERIC TOMES that promise you unadulterated insight into the INCIPISPHERE and its mysteries. You were once the pride of the BROODING CAVERNS, a calculated and guiding hand that likely would have shaped the generations of trolls to come, if you had not gotten wrapped up in this cataclysmic game. Nevertheless, your keen eye and talent for sniffing out weakness earned you a reputation for DESTROYING POTENTIAL, especially potentially interesting mutations. This lack of obvious nurturing instinct made you something of a target of PITCHED OBSESSIONS within the caverns, and your disregard for the shallow feelings of your would-be rivals created a reputation of an ALOOF PRINCE who considered herself too good for the romantic leanings of her fellow jadebloods. You have an OBSESSIVE need to know the truth of things, regardless of how damaging the lack of illusion may be to your well being, mental or otherwise. In a reflection of this, you staunchly refuse to partake of quirked typing, though you cannot help but answer questions with a query of your own. You know the truth in the adage that KNOWLEDGE IS POWER, and you intend to equip yourself with as much knowledge as is possible, because you have the feeling that without it, you and your friends will be in for a very, very, bad time.
