Your name is TAVROS NITRAM and you are thoroughly sick of this HIGHBLOOD BULLSHIT.
You were planning to be a CAVALREAPER in your youth, but when that didn’t work out, you instead opted to be a HELMSTECH to keep your ass from getting culled. UNFORTUNATELY, that made you the only one of Vriska’s options for getting a helmstech on this insane mission she and Eridan have undertaken.
You aren’t even particularly interested in the whole thing, but, being a lowblood, unwilling conscription is kind of a theme in your life, so you roll with it. You would much rather be playing a rousing game of FIDUSPAWN in your free time, but instead here you are, hauling around helmscables and keeping this shit from falling apart entirely.
You take a good look at your work and feel a measure of exasperated pride. It doesn’t last very long, though, as your palmhusk alerts you to what is probably more of Vriska’s demands.