You are an acolyte serving the temple of the moon, you excell in all your duties and have remained firm in your devotion.

So, you hope that this year you will be made the moon's chosen, so that you may know your mistress sees and acknowledges your hard work with her blessing.

But, during the long awaited ceremony, you can't do nothing but watch in horror as the moon shines her light upon a meek, lowly janior.

In the aftermath of that event, you've been assigned the task of mentoring the chosen, and you can't recall a time in which you've been more annoyed with anyone.

"woow, so I can like-- shoot moonbeans out of my eyes when I'm in danger? That's hella awesome!"