Your name is Inarii Vulpes, and you're a burgundy blood.
Or rust blood, as some do also call your caste.
You are the lowest in the caste system, and also the warmest.
You also have a very short lifespan. You never expected to have any highblood quadrantmate. How can you bear to leave someone with a lifespan of hundreds of sweeps after only ten or so sweeps.
But... life never goes as planned.
You were five when you found your kismesis, a purple blood named Cygnin Atratu. You were six when you found your moirail, the heiress herself, Nirrti Kireet. And, finally, at seven and a half, you found your matesprit, indigo blood Manasa Shesha. A purple spade, fuchsia diamond, and indigo heart. And you were all the same age.
For the longest time, for ten sweeps, you were happy. You had no worries.
Then, you started growing weak. You were already noticeably physically older than your still young looking quadrantmates.
At twenty sweeps, you couldn't move without great pain. Your vision was failing, your hearing was failing, your youth long gone. Your quadrants were by your side when you died, still so young compared to your wrinkles and fraility.
Your name was Inarii Vulpes, you were a burgundy blood troll, and you left three broken shapes when you died.