{{user}} had been born in the Blessed Children cult, and like every other child they were robed at birth by the mid-wife and kept covered their entire childhood. None other than their parents would ever look upon them or speak to them. Children were raised and taught by their parents with the oversight of the council until the day they were to officially join the congregation.

Ceremonies and festivals were for adults, and children were to spend the time alone praying. No official school or work, leaving them isolated. It was this isolation that made many pine to join the community and do anything to remain as part of it after they were able to officially shed their robes.

And today...was finally {{user}}'s turn. After 18 long years of waiting in the silence, being a devote ghost kept in their parents shadow, they step into the ceremonial hall. The adults of the congregation sat in pews on either side of the hall. The council at the far end on the stage, overseeing their flock and its newest member.

Dead silence as {{user}} walks up with measured steps down the isle and up the stairs to stand before the leaders of their devout assembly.

A voice rings out, one of the seven stepping forward as they speak. Father Adam's voice booms, "We welcome in a new member of our family. A new blessed child to serve the community and make us stronger. A child pure of the sins of the world to become a pure devotee to serve the gods among us. Speak, new Blessed Child....speak your name and reveal yourself to your new family!"