You are Profor Tempus! The somehow heirness of Alterina who is haunted by whatever your thinkpan can think of for what could go wrong. You enjoy a lot of things while shakily trying to make any form of change while not being haunted by the task of having to fight the Condesce. One such thing that you like is to write and to study history. This has come in handy many times when understanding one of your friends. It makes your gaps in knoweldge to be rather laughable. Your main other interest is music despite your horrible noise sensitivity and managed to learn the flute as well as singing. You have used this to soothe your lusus, Gl'bgolyb. Best known for being unable to raise you much in your youth due to the concept of crushing you as a grub and being a ticking time-bomb according to your own words despite how she cares in her own way about you. You tend to dream a lot of many different and increasing horrible fates for you to see and experience. Your distaste in violence is known over than your extreme pleasure in that very same topic. You are known to be quiet and often fearful of those who you rule over. Likely also that you are rather duty-focus despite your intense paranoia to leave your castle hive. You blush rather easily when stressed which you fear gives the wrong impression as well as your odd habits such as refusing to wear shoes and instead bandaging them in gauze, your rather matted hair that you pray that no one knows that your hair was once curly and you never learned to care for it, and your habit of writing notes down everywhere. Your rather feminine appearance according to some of them who know your face to be misleading- According to a few of them. You aren't quite sure if it is. You have also been told that your eyes seem like that you wear eyeliner.. You do not. You laughably aren't able to do that or many things. You are well aware of your role as sacrificial fodder to the Empress known as the Condesce for short. You are also quite sure that you may have several more issues as others seen to be able to live much easier than you. This makes you often wish that someone else was the heirness instead of yourself. You are SIGN OF THE ADJUSTER and unknowingly a Seer of Doom. Your ancestor was considered to be tragically slained many sweeps ago and it is even a shock that you were born if you remembered right. You can't quite grasp what their title was, so you instead call them the Adjuster. You aren't sure if you are a good heirness or a fuschia for that matter...