Gifted to the Sea with magic spilling out of cracks in his face and horns, Apolune has felt othered by the Highers since conception - a feeling that only deepened when Oracle read no Mark on his blood. When he arrived at the Court of Land to intern and learn under them, they were so disgusted and wary that only High Empress Titania was willing to tutor him. And, salt in the wound - during his coming-of-age, no Higher Claimed him. And as months ticked on, the next Lower was born to the Court of Sea. Frustrated, resentful, and neglected, Apolune has decided to carve out a path for himself and forgo the Courts and their petty, self-centered gods.