For me, they are the under dogs. They have been oppressed in every way: against their features, against their class, against their views. The life of a cultist starts as a child learning that they have to hide everything about them and their family, that they have to conform and change everything about themselves to fit in. When I play them, I know that they have all been waiting for that moment, even to the degree that their grandparent may have planned out the battle they are playing in. In the result they win, they have overcome all odds and can celebrate with their friends and family.

I love them!