CHUMROLL: You are the Human. It is you.

[Thunder Reign]

Groaaaan.

Shrug? Karkat's typing quirk is pretty "human", I've seen pe0ple typing with 0's like Aradia 0nline, I'm sure there are some sad souls out there who tYPE LIKE TAVROS, there are -definitely- iDiOtS wHo TyPe LiKe ThIs. There are lots of ridiculous things that humans do to their text online, bordering on being pretty troll-like, so I think you can get away with humans having typing quirks. I mean, there's only so much shit you can do with capitalization like the canon kids.

[Tluthal]

Oh hey, Team Apocalypse is recruiting. We need a male and a female, 17 male 16. If more than two people apply I'll open up slots for two 15 year olds, also male and female. Troll slots are available if you'd like to just snark at the players.

[whimsicalSentenial]

That's right, I made a human. Alternia can suck it. Not sure why I randomly got the inspiration to do this.



You are Rick Mandrake. You are 16 years old and work in a FLOWER SHOP with your BIG SIS. It's a pretty chill job, and you don't really feel the need to work anywhere else, somewhat to your sister's dismay. She'd much rather you aspire for something more, but she's pretty much accepted by now that this is what you want to do.

You tend to wear ECCENTRIC CLOTHING, because you feel it helps to express your INNER FLOW. You also collect a ton of RANDOM CRAP that you place around your room; a few examples being: a LAVA LAMP, a CLOWN POSTER, a MUSIC BOX, and various other COMPLETELY FRIVOLOUS KNICK KNACKS.

You don't normally like to Strife, but your SIS insisted on teaching you the tradition of ARCHERY. And thus your Strife Specibus is BOWKIND. She felt she should carry on this tradition out of respect for LORD MANDRAKE, who had apparently adopted both of you, but unfortunately passed away before you were old enough to really remember him. Almost as unfortunately, not being of direct blood, neither you nor your SIS were able to inherit the entire estate. However, you were allowed at least a small inheritance, which is what she used to move to AMERICA and open the FLOWER SHOP; where she, and now you as well, sell many rare flowers that originally came from Lord Mandrake's estate.

Your Sylladex uses the Seed Modus. Seed Modus turns each captcha card into a flower pot, and every item you captchalogue becomes a seed that you must grow into a flower before you can retrieve it from your Sylladex.

Your chumhandle is apocalypseEducator and you're usually a pretty chill dude.

In that hip, new game: SBURB, your title will be the Heir of Wisdom, and your planet will be the Land of Alternation and Haze.

[Renegade Electron]

> Be the troll.

This isn't the Trollslum thread and you know it.

> Not that kind of troll.

Oh.

Your name is SAM WELSH, but you go by ANONYMOUS.

Your hobbies include TROLLING PEOPLE on the INTERNET and TROLLING PEOPLE in REAL LIFE. You have a slew of names that you select from to create ACCOUNTS on FORUMS, start FLAME WARS, and DISAPPEAR without a TRACE. Okay, maybe with a TRACE. Whatever. In REAL LIFE, you make GRAFFITI using OTHER PEOPLE'S NAMES and join PROTESTS with signs that either oppose the PROTESTERS or are just plain RIDICULOUS.

This may be connected to the fact that you HAVE NO FRIENDS.

You've gotten a lot of PAIN TOLERANCE from being BEATEN UP so much, and being BEATEN UP has begin to be something of a JOKE to you. You find it FUN, which worries you, because you don't want to be known as a MASOCHIST. Because of that, you don't tell ANYONE about it, but then again, you don't tell ANYONE ANYTHNIG about you.

PEOPLE sometimes ask you if you ever feel BAD for the "cruel/antisocial" things you do. You're not sure how to respond, because you DON'T. You don't really have the HEART to tell them that it usually just makes you LAUGH. You don't really have a CONSCIENCE of any kind. You do have ONE non-trolling INTEREST, though, which is writing CRACK-PAIRING CROSSOVER FANFICS that you post under a name you don't use for anything else.

Your one fear is POLICE.

Your chumhandle frequently changes, but these days you go by theWorst and you +@1k |^ @ d31|63r@+31y <0^fu5|^9 "@^^3r.

[hesperMonarch]

Oh, I'll post my RP character.



Your name is CONNIE LANE. You are thirteen years old and it's FAR, FAR AWAY FROM YOUR BIRTHDAY, but you don't care since every day is a wonderful day to you.

You have a really strong passion for OLIVES AND ICED TEA, the Lipton Tea kind. You also enjoy digging VERY COMPLICATED psychology books. Because of this, you are highly cult, but your bad memory makes you look like YOU SIMPLY HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL. You also are very weak-boned, BORDERING THE ABSURD. You always have a cast in your bag. Always, since you never know when you
will break your wrist!

You think of yourself as a very stupid being, for which you WHINE about in a rather unusual way. You enjoy talking to random people because EVERYONE IS NICE. NO EXCEPTIONS. Everyone has a nice side, but people just don't seem to notice. Or maybe you're a sort of MASOCHIST, but you highly doubt it. Plus you forgot about the meaning of that word.

Your chumhandle is hesperMonarch and you Speak with a Notorious Cheer and lack of Confidence that quickly starts vanishing with time! 3333

Land: Land of Frost and Frogs
Title: Seer of Space
Strife Specibus: Bandagekind
Fetch Modus: Lotterykind (She's always alright with everything, so it fits her a lot, haha.)

Derse:

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Outfits and more Sprites coming up after I finish them, yeah.

[SuperPsyhic]

Your name is PsyhicKid.... Well not really but you don't like other people knowing your name. You are 13 years old and you have a fasination with computers as you often work on them alot. You also have a softspot for cats mainly because you are part cat from being kiddnapped when you were 8 and sent to a research facility and having multiple tests performed on you. Your Strife kind is Bat kind. Your chumhandle is psyhicKid and you often use cat puns like Purrfect and Pawsibily and purrfured

[supersinger472]

Name: Thursday Hoffman
Race: Human
Age: 13
Title: Minstrel of Noise
Chumhandle:[COLOR="103, 203, 59"]hygienicFrau[/COLOR]
Typing Quirk: She. Speaks. Very. Clearly.
Kernelsprite: Granpasprite (grandfathers ashes and a teddy bear)
Likes: Swimming, music, fruit, cold weather
Dislikes: Quiet, dairy, rain, sailing, competition
Guardian: Mother
Medium: Land of Bubbles and Giraffes
Strife Specibus: Quillpenkind

[supersinger472]

Name: Thursday Hoffman
Race: Human
Age: 13
Title: Minstrel of Noise
Chumhandle:[COLOR="103, 203, 59"]hygienicFrau[/COLOR]
Typing Quirk: She. Speaks. Very. Clearly.
Kernelsprite: Granpasprite (grandfathers ashes and a teddy bear)
Likes: Swimming, music, fruit, cold weather
Dislikes: Quiet, dairy, rain, sailing, competition
Guardian: Mother
Medium: Land of Bubbles and Giraffes
Strife Specibus: Quillpenkind

[Gutter]

Right.
I have four kids, they'll probably have their own session someday.
They are all really bluh and have shitlong descriptions and are probably huge Mary-sue's, but oh well.


#1: Cain Roberts

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>Be the haemophiliac.

Now that is just rude.
You have long since gotten over that issue and you really DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.

> Fine, be the roller-blading kid.



Okay.

Your name is CAIN ROBERTS. You are fifteen years old, and that is often quite a problem. Your PARENTS don't really look after you and are never really around, a fact that enrages and upsets some of your friends, even though you have grown used to it. Being only fifteen, you are unable to get a PROPER JOB, which is a pain, as you generally have to FEND FOR YOURSELF and this means BUYING YOUR OWN FOOD.

As such, you have three PAPER ROUNDS. You also walk your elderly neighbour's LARGE DOG, a job made infinitely easier by your ROLLERBLADEKIND.

You did have another strife specibus once, but you stopped using that after the ACCIDENT two years ago. Rollerblades are just fine, even if you are better at using them to GO VERY FAST rather than for strifing. Actually you are not very good at strifing with them at all.

Good thing you aren't going to be in a situation in which you're going to get attacked a lot any time soon, huh?

You would have plenty of INTERESTS, if looking after the house and yourself didn't take up so much time. As it is, you spend most of your free time talking to your FRIENDS over the internet, and sometimes you like to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is sunshineDoldrums, and you used to have difficult to read yellow font; you don't any more, but you still tend to be fairly cheery, and try to be open and honest when you can. c:

Later, you will become the Prince of Blood, and you will find yourself in the Land of Gleam and Whirlpools, surrounded by surprisingly friendly sea serpents.

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Though you try to be OPEN AND HONEST, that is quite difficult for you sometimes. You have things you NEED TO HIDE, after all. If SOCIAL SERVICES were to notice that something was wrong, you would be in trouble. And not the 'put into care' kind of trouble.

Two years ago, you had what you prefer to think of as an ACCIDENT, though even that is a lie.

The problem was your PRIMARY STRIFE SPECIBUS, the one you gave up. You used to use CLEAVERKIND, and your ridiculously large knife was one of your favourite things. It was certainly one of the more effective weapons available, even if it did come with a bit of a downside.

The downside was an INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, which you tended to deal with by killing small animals such as stray cats. You did this quietly and in private, and no matter how carried away you got, you were always careful to clean up afterwards. You were fully aware that this was NOT EXACTLY NORMAL, and so you did your best to wean yourself off this addiction.

This was NOT A GOOD IDEA.

Two years ago, you began wearing black; your font changed to match it, and you began TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF. You also changed your strife specibus, and you locked the living room. You don't really what to see what's in there. Your PARENTS probably look a lot worse after two years of decay.

When you play the GAME, you will have to defend yourself.

The TRUTH will come out. And so will your real PERSONALITY c:

God tier:

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#2 Luke Kenton

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> Be the ginger kid.

You cannot be the ginger kid, because you are strawberry blonde!
Anyone who disagrees is in for a WORLD OF TROUBLE.

> Be the strawberry blonde kid, then.



Sure.

Your name is LUKE KENTON. You are probably fifteen, but you don't really know exactly when your birthday is. This is mainly because your mother was entirely incapable of looking after you due to what you were told was a drug addiction, and therefore your first few birthdays weren't celebrated at all. You were taken into CARE when you were three, and were bounced from foster parent to care home to foster parent for many years.

You had some PRETTY BAD EXPERIENCES during this time, but two years ago you were fostered and eventually ADOPTED by a REALLY NICE COUPLE who live by the sea. You are almost comfortable with calling either of them DAD, though that does make things a little confusing sometimes.

You still have some things you retain from your SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD. One of those things is your strife specibus, BROOMKIND, which, though deceptively simple-looking, can be very effective in the right hands. That's something you learned a long time ago. You have also kept a few SCARS, though not by choice, and you hide these under long sleeved turtlenecks, not out of vanity, but because you don't like to make people FEEL BAD when they see them.

The other thing you have kept is a PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE. You had to defend yourself somehow, after all. You are mostly able to keep yourself in check, at least until you LOSE YOUR TEMPER.

Over the past two years, you have developed a love of SWIMMING FOR RELAXATION, and you collect SHELLS of varying types and shapes. You also have a pet mouse, who you wished to remain NAMELESS, though it has somehow managed to pick up the name HAROLD. You are not quite sure how that happened.

You don't have many friends in REAL LIFE, but you do have some who you met over the INTERNET, and you REALLY CARE about them. You WORRY about them quite a lot, though you won't admit it, and if you were to find out that something BAD had ever happened to one of them, you would probably FLIP OUT. You really love them, and would do anything to protect them. And also, it's fun to play GAMES with them.

Your chumhandle is deceasedSenses and you abbrev words a lot 2 keep things efficient n quick until you lose your FUCKING temper and start CAPITALISING words to put a FUCKING EMPHASIS on them.

When you play a game with your friends, you will become the Heir of Rage, and your planet will be called the Land of Webs and Caves, which, unsurprisingly, is inhabited by spiders.

#3 Miya Stroud

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> Be the clever girl.

Well, clever is kind of pushing it, don't you think? Sure, you do well at school, and you know a bit more about engineering than most kids your age, but you wouldn't exactly say clever...

> Okay, okay, be the ridiculously modest girl



You just don't like to seem as though you're showing off, that's all.

Your name is MIYA STROUD, and you are exceedingly smart for a fifteen-year-old, though you prefer not to make a big deal of this fact. Your AUNT, however, does. She makes a point of displaying every trophy, certificate and prize you achieve throughout your house. She also, however, leaves blank spaces for the things you have not passed or won, and has a tendency to PUSH YOU TO DO BETTER.

Your DAILY SCHEDULE is very strict, and you spend the majority of your time STUDYING. The few hours you have free are restricted, and though spending most of them on the internet, talking to your BEST FRIENDS, you are only permitted ONE HOUR A DAY using your computer to do anything but study. You have saved up your hours the past few weeks in expectation of a BETA that you have ordered, which you and your friends are going to play together.

When you aren't studying and cannot access your computer, you like to FIX THINGS. You don't particularly like to point it out, but your ridiculously strict AUNT has a tendency to break things, and so you have become a dab hand at quietly repairing things in the background. When there is nothing left to REPAIR, you like to add MODIFICATIONS, mostly to your AUNT'S CAR.

You love working on the CAR. It is just about the only ACT OF REBELLION you find yourself committing regularly. You are, of course, FORBIDDEN from touching the car, but you simply cannot help yourself, and most nights you sneak downstairs into the garage and tinker away for hours. The car now has many HIDDEN ADDITIONS that your aunt never needs to know about.

Your friends all like to compliment you on how clever you are, which leads to you getting very EMBARRASSED and SHY. You don't like to draw attention to yourself if you can help it. You do, however, like to HELP OUT, and fixing your friends' problems is the least you can do, right?

Your chumhandle is demureDictation and You try not to interfere too much, in case anyone starts actually pointing out that you are a know-it-all and a busybody. But sometimes, you simply can't help it.

During the game, you will become the Rogue of Space, in the Land of Ticking and Frogs. You have never really had any great love for frogs.

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#4 Kate Linden

BLUH BLUH WILL ADD THE LAST ONE LATER WHEN I FINISH HER SPRITES.

[Zrcalo]

NOTE: I know he isnt "human" but I read in the first post that other species can be entered here (if not, I'll move it to a more specific area). Though, he's basically exactly like a human... except he's a dog. He just comes from a parallel universe from earth.

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Your name is QUINN JONES, you're not really sure how close to your birthday it is since YOU HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIME. You're always late to your classes and wonder why you havent already been thrown out of school. Hell, you wonder why you're still in school to begin with. You hail from an alternate dimension where the world is run by DOGS. Everyone in your family is a DOG, this is the norm.
You are a PSEUDO ANARCHIST and are extremely BLUNT and POIGNANT with everything, coming off as a BIG ASSHOLE WHO SAYS MEAN THINGS TO BE FUNNY, but it's okay everyone laughs.
Your favourite hobbies include; taxidermy, wasting time on the internet, and making ANTI-FURSUITS so your buddies online can dress as a HUMAN or TROLL. Your wardrobe is a DISASTER because you constantly wear brightly coloured PAISELY outfits that look like they came from the 60's. You are obsessed with dark GOTH and INDUSTRIAL music. You like to wear bright colours to be IRONIC. You like to THINK YOU ARE COOL.

Name: Quinn Jones
Race: Furry
Age: 16
Title: Freak of Nature
Chumhandle:doomXerox
Typing Quirk: I LIKE TO SPEAK IN ALL CAPS BRO HELLA YEAH BRO WITH NO PUNCTUATION BRO
Kernelsprite: Taxidermy fox/computer = Foxputer
Likes: Taxidermy, fursuits, internets, food, art, trolls
Dislikes: weaboos, butthurt, normal people
Guardian: Mother
Medium: Land of Fail and Furry
Strife Specibus: sharpened pencils

[Phantom Gamer]

oh no a furry


!!!!!!!

[Gecky]

dave furry!

[renachan]

Finally got some work done on SOME of my kids, need to work on the others now



Your name is OLIVA LEWIS and you are 13 years old. You love HISTORY and PUZZLES, and hate predictably and being bored. You live with your older SIS who is a WEEBO but you think it's cute and charming.

Your Sis is the technology nut, you only have a very old desktop and a simple cellphone as 98% of your computer use is CHATTING WITH FRIENDS. ...Though you're not that sure you'd call all of them friends. They're amusing at least!

You like to STRIFE as well, and use a FIRE AXE to fight. That you haven't maimed yourself is a big surprise to everyone! Other things you do to pass the time is cook and solve puzzles of all types.

Your chumhandle is lampostOlympiad and you like to type as the mood strIk3s you. Y0u 4re rather f0nd Of num8er5, but 4Ny7hing works as lon9 as y0u k3ep it fun 4nd 5urprising.

Game: SLide
Land: Land of Tea and Thunder
Title: Thane of Keys
Fetch modi: Picture Logic 3D, a nonogram of the item you want must be completed within a set time. Adjust your difficulty level to keep it challenging, always has a new level waiting for you!




Your name is SAMSON KOBAYASHI and you like to be lazy. Your hobbies are RAISING YOUR TURTLE and CLOUD WATCHING. You are 12 years old right now, and live with your Aunt after the death of your adoptive mother.

You always have your LUCKY GREEN BACKPACK with you, even when it's empty. You don't know how to Strife, but it's not like you'll ever need to. Fighting is boring.

Your chumhandle is basicOnlooker and Samson talks in the third person, even in real life. He doesn't think it's weird at all and his Aunt says it's cute.

Game: SLide
Land: Land of Alternation and Cobalt
Title: Knave of Love
Fetch modi: Diplomacy - Must debate why you need the item, or win a game of Diplomacy against it. You always have it set on debate.

[Caelo]

Your name is Erin Escher. Age 26.

And you are an, for lack of a better term, IRREDEEMABLE NERD. This however impedes none of you varied interest. You are growling obsessed with SCIENCE FICTION LITERATURE. You are currently ion a caligulous relationship with your HAIR and SHOES of any sort that cover your toes. You are a passionate PHYSICS ENTHUSIAST and an arguably capable PASTRY CONFECTIONER. You enjoy to play games, but prefer to OBSERVE.

Your strife specubes is set to meterkind. Which is kinda useless, most of the time, so you have weaponised your sylladex by storing various chemical and atomic reactions in your catchaplog cards. Your fetch modus is set to Joules kind which orders your inventory by total free energy by combining this fetch with a stack/queue fetch you can now access your mundane items as well as the more explosive inventory, things were a little more complicated before.

Ū tĕnd tŭ spēk fōnĕtĭklē. and your chumhandle is caeloCaeruleus (cC).

If you where to ever play a game that assigned a random title to you, you wish it would be Arbitrator of Uncertainty. And if that game arbitrary assigned a world for you to interact with you would hope it would be the Land of Still and Moving Waves LoSaMW.

[Dicidius]

BE THE BEE

You are Mr.Buzzrump Rygerr and you are a WARNET teetering on the bridge of maturity.

You are a male worker drone under a great and powerful queen. You live in a nice sunny field in a colonystem, your home isn't massive but it's comfy and filled with your many interests very few interests.

As a worker you have many tools and odd-jobs strewn around one side of your room, many bits of technology that your queen has quickly thrown away for being broken or not to her standards.
Your other side contains your botany lab which you love but are not very good at considering you have no patients and usually end up over-feeding the plants.

Your favorite computer rests at it's centre, you like to talk to other workers and friends on the chat messenger BUZZBOX. You're BUZZBRAND is obedientHornet and you ZZZpeak with a zzzlight buzz azzz izzz tradition.

SHOW US YOUR WAR FACE

As you live on the Warnet homeworld of Lescerus you have had to learn to protect your queen and ward off other unwelcome intruders. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to SPEARKIND, you wish you had STINGERKIND but sadly your not female, which is silly, your not queen material, no matter how much you pretend.

You may(or may not be) near a planet that has recently(or not) been bombarded with meteors and you may(or may not) have been inadvertently brought into their game playing shenanigans.

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Character Name: Rygerr
Age: 21 years/12 sweeps(?)
Race: Warnet
Gender: Male
Chumhandle/Buzzbrand: obedientHornet and you ZZZpeak with a zzzlight buzz azzz izzz tradition
Fetch Modus: Hide and seek. The item will become randomly placed in the local area, it's up to him to find it again.
Strife Specibus: SPEARKIND
Home Planet: Lescerus
Brief Planet Description: A small planet orbiting a large sun, it's none spinning surface making one side of the planet inhospitable. It's sun facing half is bathed in jungles and plant life.

[Belonoid Anoesis]

(Here comes nothing.)

> Be the writer, also be the sword-wielder.



KABLAMO. Here you go. Now's the time to introduce yourself.

You are CAINE GRENIER. Your current age is 18, and your birthday was OCTOBER 12th. You obviously live in EARTH, in the country of the UNITED STATES. Your residence is in SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA. Your PARENTS died a long time ago, in which your MOTHER had died a moment after she gave birth to you, and your FATHER lost his life in a road accident when you were 9 YEARS OLD. You spend most of your life with your dear aunt LILY GRENIER, who you address as AUNT LILY. Currently, you are waiting for your application to a COLLEGE to be accepted. While you wait, you spend some time on WRITING some LITERATURE aside from the rest of your daily life. You aim to be a WRITER in the future.

Your interest is mainly pointed at MUSIC, GAMES, ART, WRITING and CATS. You once had a pet cat, but it died due to old age. Although, there are also things you will like to say about what you hate; Those OVERLY RUDE PEOPLE, just... all of them. Sometimes, you could even end up blocking all and any communication. TRAITORS can die in a hole, because they deserve a fitting punishment. Yup, they should feel the painful consequences. WRITER'S BLOCK is also your enemy.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is BLADEKIND. Your DREAMSELF is in PROSPIT. In SBURB, your title is WARRIOR OF MAGIC, and your planet is Land Of Seas and Lush. You also possess an odd FETCH MODUS; The HAMMERSPACE. You keep your equipments there and you can equip them by summoning. The downside to your Fetch Modus is that sometimes the hammerspace's operation can be undesirable, so if you want a specific item, you get something you don't need instead. You own a KERNELSPRITE, who is a game character named Emerald, or just Emeraldsprite, you seem to lack any care about it. She has the same text color of yours.

Your Chumhandle is arcaneKnight and --}===> oh look, a sword! Yes, you type like a human after the sword prefix. You are often mistaken as a Troll when you chat with a Troll unless you explain who you are, except Trolls who can identify people by their typing quirks QUICKLY, or just some god-damned MIND READING TROLLS.
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[Kass]

This is my first post EVER ON THIS FORUM. so like. hi guys. Hope I'm not like an idea thief or anything. Because it was hard to come up with original titles and quirks and weaponry and modi and shit.

I may add more to this when I get the chance - if I really need to! :'D

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Name: Kassidy Raye
Age: 14
Title: Heiress of Logic
Land: Land of Mystery and All Things Serene (LOMAATS)
Fetch Modus: Microphone! You really can't sing too well but you love to! And you gotta rhyme to get your stuff. It's like a magic spell!
Weapon: Standkind. It's basically your microphone stand, it works like a perfect stick!
Guardian: Stepmom, simply known as Smom. She sprays perfume in your face! Yuck!
Kernelsprite: Silversprite - because you were unoriginal and prototyped your sick cat who vomits everywhere! D:
Color: #B049EB

Bio:
Your name is Kassidy Raye and you're pretty silly for your age! :3

Sometimes, though, you can be very violent and colorful with your words, but you try your best not to let it escape you! You like to think ahead a lot and sometimes you act sort of weird but you're pretty good at fitting in and trying to get with what everyone else is doing, like playing fun games and making fun of certain grumpy trolls!! :D

You also have a number of interests! You love doing algebra equations about circles (but just regular math is your specialty!), because pi is only the best number in the world! So far you have 57 digits of pi memorized - you promise to get them all if there's an end, which is impossible! You also love to draw and write, and read, too! Your favorite sit-around game is Truth or Dare!!

Sometimes you get carried away too! And you just keep going and going and going and sometimes you forget what you were talking about. Oh well!!

Your handle is justCurly and you type with extreeeme enthusiasm and a lot of love!! :D <3 <3

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[Riou]

Your name is ALFA HAWKEYE, but people tend to call you HAWKEYE.

You are a very optimistic and happy go lucky bastard, so ALMOST nothing gets you down! But when you do, you tend to go into emotional despair for quite a bit of time! Like this one time when your FATHER died, you were only young back then when it happened, so you didn't know what to do, thankfully, BIG BRO was there to help.

You have this SCAR on your forehead that runs down your face that you got when you were young, you can't quite remember what happened, but you are guessing that it involves something SHARP and POINTY.

In your free time, you like to play MMORPGs, MMOs, or any game that involves interacting with other players, although you do find interest in FLASH games. You also have a large interest in SWORDS, and you tend to keep a couple REPLICAS in your room, most of them are not real, but those that are, you tend to keep in good condition.

You also like SHADES, and you tend to wear them even when you SLEEP or TAKE A BATH. You do not like people seeing your EYES, not even your BRO. If anybody did, you'd be DAMNED.

Your chumhandle is swordEnthusiast and you t-end t-o st-utt-er wh-en y-o-u typ-e.

Name: Alfa Hawkeye
Age: 19
Title: Knight of Blades
Land: Land of Blades and Magic (LOBAM)
Fetch Modus: Portal. You can open portals anywhere in order to get your stuff, but what you get is completely random and there's the off-chance that it won't even be anything that was originally in your inventory! And did I mention you have to stick your hand into the portal? Did I also mention that if you take too long it will close and take your hand with you?
Weapon: Dualbladekind
Guardian: Big Bro, but sometimes your deceased father takes the form of a ghost and greets you whenever your brother is away. He's a bit annoying though.
Interests: Swords, puppies, kitties, online games, shades
Dislikes: Ranged weapons
Personality: Cheery, optimistic, random

[cowboyEmpiricist]

==> Wear the hat. Be the cowboy.



You are the cowboy. It's you. On a steel horse you ride, or you would if you had one. For the moment, you will settle for BRAYING LIKE A DONKEY AND RIDING YOUR OFFICE CHAIR LIKE A MECHANICAL BULL.

So MANLY.

Your name is ADRIAN ROOSEVELT, and consider yourself a descendant of THEODORE. You carry his PORTRAIT in your sylladex at all times. Your hobbies include MANLY SCIENCE, TESTOSTEROARCHAEOLOGY, and GLAM ROCK (the MANLIEST of musical genres). You are also a pretty CHILL guy, and aren't averse to playing VIDEO GAMES with your friends, though when things get HARD-BOILED you like to use the WHIPKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS.

Your FETCH MODUS is a cheap piece of shit, specifically, ADVERTISEMENT. You have to watch a stupid commercial every time you try and retrieve something from it, which have only gotten worse since that SALESMAN TROLL has been pestering you about buckets. Your UNCLE is strangely obsessed with CLOWNS and CHEAP NOVELTY ITEMS, and tends to leave PILES OF HORNS everywhere, though you often mix him up with your FATHER, the two being very similar.

Your chumhandle is cowboyEmpiricist and your particular dialect is a peculiarly texan twang with an emphasis on ya'llr MANliness.

Your PLANET is the LAND of LABYRINTH and VELVET and your TITLE is the DUKE OF SOUL. Or rather, it will be whenever your SERVER PLAYER wakes up. Or have you already been to your land? You are never quite sure with all this WEIRD TIME SHIT. You suppose until then that you will entertain CHUMS and TROLLS.

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>Be the bookworm

You are now the bookworm.

Your name is Steven Durest, and you absolutely adore books. Books and SWEET HATS. In fact, you are currently wearing your most favorite hat, that swell looking BLUE HAT right on your head. But enough about that, let's talk about your other INTERESTS. You enjoy READING, STARGAZING, BEING FUNNY, and CORRECTING GRAMMAR. In fact, that last one is a bit of a PROBLEM. If someone says a word the WRONG WAY, you CORRECT them. If there's a typo, you MUST FIX IT. You scour your books for ERRORS, and IMMEDIATELY WRITE THE PUBLISHER A LETTER. So yes, it's a problem. But NO WORRIES, as you always say, which you never actually do.

>This is boring, tell me some things about thise schlub.

You spelled 'This' incorrectly, and 'schlub' is not an actual word.

>Shut up.

But before discussing yourself some more, you think it'd be best to spare a thought for your guardian. SWEET SIS is possibly the best guardian ever. She LOVES TO READ almost as much as you do, but is also a lot more athletic than you. She also likes to play VIDEO GAMES and is always bugging you to join her. Sometimes you ask her why you don't have a MOM or DAD, and she just CHANGES THE SUBJECT ABRUPTLY. Oh well, this will surely never be very important anyway.

You are currently SIXTEEN years old. Conveniently, your SWEET SIS works MOST OF THE DAY, leaving you free to goof off when you arrive home. Most of your GOOFING OFF is spent reading your favorite books (Science fictions and Westerns) over and over or looking through your telescope and hoping to see ALIEN LIFE. But you digress in talking to you about yourself, you decide it's high time to establish your PERSONALITY!

>...

You like to think your WIT IS DRY. DESERT DRY! Your friends say it isn't very dry, but it's better than nothing. You CONSTANTLY try to make WITTY OBSERVATIONS about current events. Most of the time it isn't actually funny, so you fall back on your back-up comedy gold, self-depreciation. You also love to make terrible puns, causing everyone in earshot to GROAN IN ANNOYANCE.

For those moments when things get a little violent, you've assigned your strife specibus to BOOK KIND, letting you bludgeon your enemies with one of your TERRIBLY HEAVY TEXTS, or just BORE THEM TO DEATH. You also have a back-up weapon in the form of your FAVORITE HAT, with the PROJECTILE KIND specibus. While not very strong, your HAT can be very distracting when thrown, allowing you to ABSCOND as your enemies bask in its SWEETNESS. Fortunately, you carry several back-up hats.

Your current fetch modus is SHORT STORIES. You need to read a short passage on the card to retrieve the item within. It's easy and convenient for an experienced reader such as YOURSELF. Although sometimes the cards like to change LANGUAGES which can make pronunciation a little awkward, while also depriving you of a new story, making you a little sad.


At some point, you might enter the Land of BLAZE AND INK as the SPY OF REASON, but that will probably never happen. Nope.

Your chumhandle is linguisticAnalyst, and you tend to draw ohut ahll yohur oh's and ah's, and God help anyone who makes a spelling error.

[Stinatron]

> Be the sightless writer.

Your name is IRIS BROXTON, and you like to SEE THE WORLD THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES.
Well, you would if you could see. Instead, you take the FIGURATIVE APPROACH to this saying, which basically means you're incredibly optimistic about everything.

You have a variety of interests, which include READING BOOKS THAT HAVE BEEN TRANSLATED INTO BRAILLE and WRITING YOUR OWN WORKS AND PUBLISHING THEM IN THE OLD STYLE. With metal braille plates and everything. It's too bad you LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWY MOUNTAINOUS LANDSCAPE, which basically cuts you off from society which therefore leaves your published works unfelt by fellow sightless readers. Wait, if you're blind, how do you use a computer? Oh yeah, you have a TACTILE COMPUTER SCREEN, which means that you can literally feel whatever is on your screen! Neat!

That being said, the only human interaction you get is that of your SISTER, who is a BEAUTIFUL SUPERMODEL. At least that's what she says, you can't say for sure because you've never seen her, but you do know that she always looks out for you and is very nice. She also PROVIDES YOU WITH FASHIONABLE CLOTHING, which you guess you'll take her word for it, but you do like the way it feels!

Which brings up another thing. Being blind, your other senses have been intensified. You can't see the clothes you wear, but you can FEEL THEM. You can tell what you're wearing by FEELING THE MATERIAL. Also, sometimes you enjoy just sitting in the GLASS PATIO and LISTENING. Not to anything in particular, just LISTENING TO EVERYTHING. You also have had dreams in which you are on a GOLDEN PLANET and you SOMETIMES SEE THE FUTURE in these dreams! Woah, crazy.

Your strife specibus is CANEKIND and your fetch modus is the IMPACT MODUS. You can only retrieve an item by hitting the box it's in, which then launches it across the room. This wouldn't be a problem if you could SEE WHERE THE HELL IT'S GOING to CATCH IT. Your chumhandle is amauroticAugur and you:type:in:a:way:which:the:sightless:can:read.
Your planet is the Land of Forests and Terror.

*Also, I have a PC account set up for her so she's open to pestering anytime!

Hey I finally made a HERO MODE for her:

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[Peekay]

Your name is Joseph Skye.

You live with your SISTER in her ANTIQUE SHOP. The antique shop has many SWORDS from many cultures. You tend to practice SWORDPLAY when you get the chance. You tend to be a bit of a WHITE KNIGHT. You always try to be a COOL KID, but you truly lack the SELF CONFIDENCE. You hate being ALONE. When trying to act COOL, you tend to be a bit of a JERK.

You enjoy playing VIDEO GAMES. You're a bit CAUTIOUS about this game you and your FRIENDS will be playing. Because of this, you're letting your friends GO FIRST. You also enjoy DRAWING, as it CALMS YOU DOWN.

Your CHUMHANDLE is peaceKeeper and you tend to type quite clearly, as to ensure complete understanding.

You will eventually arrive in the LAND OF CRYSTAL AND FROST when you finally decide what to prototype with.

Same as above, this is my pesterchum account. Feel free to pester me anytime, chums!

[_Quietus_]

Your name is DOMINIC GIBSON. You live in a trailer with your Uncle Louis. Your uncle is awesome in every way, he works the forge for a living, and he can make tons of awesome stuff, like your preferred strife abstratus, The Gauntletkind(not to be confused with gauntletkind), and he also invented the Clocktar. You have a variety of interests. You are incredibly fond of all animals in the order Primate, and as such, much of your posessions and actions are themed upon this interest. You have loike Kung Fu movies, which inspired you to undergo instruction in Kung-Fu (Monkey style, naturally), until your Sifu ran out of business. You also exhibit a certain degree of gorilla strength, although your vim is meager in comparison with a legitimate gorilla, and therefore you often TRAIN. These two factors have made you a very good fighter. You often listen to 60, 70, and 80's music, your favorite band of course, being The Monkeys. You also like to play GAMES, particularly Donkey Kong. And you have recently gotten what seems to be a very interesting game, SBURB. Your EGO-MANIACAL FRIEND THAT YOU OFTEN PUNCH IN THE SNOUT gave you the game, and asked you to be his server once he returned from his vacation from Finland in a month, although with the alarmingly violent increase in meteor showers, you realize that you or him may be dead by that time, and the internet will most likely be malfunctional.

After several hours, you are in the medium, in the Land of Boats and Basalt
This land is full of Geysers, Lava, Boiling springs and lakes, and Igneous rock, conveniently, there are boats you can use to cross the liquified hazards when you aren't able to walk about on the rock. There are scattered villages housing your consorts, GIANT CHINESE SALAMANDERS
You have prototyped your Uncle Louis, and Funky Kong into the kernel for two degrees of awesome
You dream on the moon of Derse
You have prototyped an electrode into your Gauntlet, and created Thunderfist

your chumHandle is dominickGibson and you often monkey about with puns

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"Fox the fox
Rat on the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey"

[GaMzEe]

> Be the sightless writer.

Your name is IRIS BROXTON, and you like to SEE THE WORLD THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES.

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Well, you would if you could see. Instead, you take the FIGURATIVE APPROACH to this saying, which basically means you're incredibly optimistic about everything.

You have a variety of interests, which include READING BOOKS THAT HAVE BEEN TRANSLATED INTO BRAILLE and WRITING YOUR OWN WORKS AND PUBLISHING THEM IN THE OLD STYLE. With metal braille plates and everything. It's too bad you LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWY MOUNTAINOUS LANDSCAPE, which basically cuts you off from society which therefore leaves your published works unfelt by fellow sightless readers. Wait, if you're blind, how do you use a computer? Oh yeah, you have a SPECIAL PRINTER THAT PRINTS EVERYTHING THAT COMES UP ON YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN IN BRAILLE. How nifty!

That being said, the only human interaction you get is that of your SISTER, who is a BEAUTIFUL SUPERMODEL. At least that's what she says, you can't say for sure because you've never seen her, but you do know that she always looks out for you and is very nice. She also PROVIDES YOU WITH FASHIONABLE CLOTHING, which you guess you'll take her word for it, but you do like the way it feels!

Which brings up another thing. Being blind, your other senses have been intensified. You can't see the clothes you wear, but you can FEEL THEM. You can tell what you're wearing by FEELING THE MATERIAL. Also, sometimes you enjoy just sitting in the GLASS PATIO and LISTENING. Not to anything in particular, just LISTENING TO EVERYTHING. You also have had dreams in which you are on a GOLDEN PLANET and you SOMETIMES SEE THE FUTURE in these dreams! Woah, crazy.

Your strife specibus is CANEKIND and your fetch modus is the IMPACT MODUS. You can only retrieve an item by hitting the box it's in, which then launches it across the room. This wouldn't be a problem if you could SEE WHERE THE HELL IT'S GOING to CATCH IT. Your chumhandle is amauroticAugur and you:type:in:a:way:which:the:sightless:can:read.
Your planet is the Land of Forests and Terror.

*Also, I have a PC account set up for her so she's open to pestering anytime!

She is the greatest ;n;

[Temperencia]

> Be the sightless writer.

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Your name is IRIS BROXTON, and you like to SEE THE WORLD THROUGH ROSE COLORED GLASSES.

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Well, you would if you could see. Instead, you take the FIGURATIVE APPROACH to this saying, which basically means you're incredibly optimistic about everything.

You have a variety of interests, which include READING BOOKS THAT HAVE BEEN TRANSLATED INTO BRAILLE and WRITING YOUR OWN WORKS AND PUBLISHING THEM IN THE OLD STYLE. With metal braille plates and everything. It's too bad you LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWY MOUNTAINOUS LANDSCAPE, which basically cuts you off from society which therefore leaves your published works unfelt by fellow sightless readers. Wait, if you're blind, how do you use a computer? Oh yeah, you have a SPECIAL PRINTER THAT PRINTS EVERYTHING THAT COMES UP ON YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN IN BRAILLE. How nifty!

That being said, the only human interaction you get is that of your SISTER, who is a BEAUTIFUL SUPERMODEL. At least that's what she says, you can't say for sure because you've never seen her, but you do know that she always looks out for you and is very nice. She also PROVIDES YOU WITH FASHIONABLE CLOTHING, which you guess you'll take her word for it, but you do like the way it feels!

Which brings up another thing. Being blind, your other senses have been intensified. You can't see the clothes you wear, but you can FEEL THEM. You can tell what you're wearing by FEELING THE MATERIAL. Also, sometimes you enjoy just sitting in the GLASS PATIO and LISTENING. Not to anything in particular, just LISTENING TO EVERYTHING. You also have had dreams in which you are on a GOLDEN PLANET and you SOMETIMES SEE THE FUTURE in these dreams! Woah, crazy.

Your strife specibus is CANEKIND and your fetch modus is the IMPACT MODUS. You can only retrieve an item by hitting the box it's in, which then launches it across the room. This wouldn't be a problem if you could SEE WHERE THE HELL IT'S GOING to CATCH IT. Your chumhandle is amauroticAugur and you:type:in:a:way:which:the:sightless:can:read.
Your planet is the Land of Forests and Terror.

*Also, I have a PC account set up for her so she's open to pestering anytime!

She is the greatest ;n;

This I agree, love the hairstyle. ;D