First lifer.

Your 18th birthday was only seven days ago. You had argued you wanted to go to Illuminatus with your friends to celebrate, but they had said no...Illuminatus was too dangerous.

The stodgy old fucks were just ruining your social life! Or...maybe looking out for you. Your parents, after all, are into their teens in rejuvenation. You are direct from Nigel's second daughter. You do concede that your mother is over 320 years old chronologically (though she had to rejuvenate two years ago because of a heart attack, so she actually looks like she's only ten years older than you) so she does probably know what she's talking about...but still.

Name?