Seastem: A sunken boat, some trolls, and shenanigans. [Full up.]

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WE CURRENTLY HAVE NO SLOTS
Deep in the water, there is a ship, a sunken ship with a few trolls in it, mostly sea trolls, doing what trolls do: Kicking ass and taking names. Welcome to seastem mother glubbers, enjoy your stay.

IRC CHAT FOR SEASTEM

Story so far: Early on one of the members of seastem decided to have a party, one thing led to another and two trolls wound up dead because of another's freakish mutant powers. Their dangerous lusii were slain, as is normal. The stem only has limited supplies, so a plan was hatched to launch an assault on some nearby groups of raiders in order to find more... during the fighting one of the trolls vanished, and other was shot in the arm but found love, they have now returned to the stem, shortly after yet another troll drowned in his sleep, this is where you come in.

Patron:omniscientObservator

Members:rampantVariable-current leader
zenWave
aquaticTinkerer
uniqueTechnician
snazzyArcanist
violetRequiem
forfendedDreamer
justiceRider
loveKarma
arialTrapmaster

Dead dudes:
pelagicallyPartial
electronicDrifter

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Alright, guys, instituting a new policy of "don't go for two weeks without posting or you lose your spot" policy, if you're busy, tell me, I understand, so I'm being very lenient on the amount of time you can have between posts before losing your spot, please understand that we work as a team and need the participation of everyone. This is about having fun, yes, so please keep in mind that by not participating you are slowing other people's fun. Thank you, that's all. Have fun guys, that's what this is about.

EDIT: Empty spot, fix'd map.

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Your name is Trinor Reicae. (Tr-in-er Rye-say)

You have a variety of interests. During any free time you have, you are nearly constantly playing some kind of VIDEO GAME. You have all of the skill when it comes to virtual entertainment. All of the skill, all of it. You are also scarily good with NUMBERS. If anyone has something that needs to be computed, they come to you. Which is kind of ironic in a way considering the way you spend most of your time. When you are alone, you are often seen DRAWING ON YOUR COMPUTER, and had hoped to join the ranks of the ARTISTADORS.

While you are a seadweller, you don't give a shit about your status there. Yeah you abused what power you had to get what you wanted, mostly better gear, and your position did give you a bit of an edge in a lot of things, but you never considered yourself ABOVE anyone. Honestly those highblood flaunting shitheads are the only people who you want to kill by default. You even lived in a hive that would by most standards be only considered for a greenblood.

Before that HORRIBLE DAY, you lived in your seadweller home with your best friend, your lusus, which is an ELECTRIC EEL.

Your trolltag is integratingSketcher and You type you live, with E(lower colors+sarcasm+general seriousness) without being a complete asshole

Trinor still sat in the chair, his thumbs clacking the sticks on the controller, often switching to the various buttons bound to certain actions. The machine projected the game's sound in a way to not disturb other people. Its high quality also enabled near realistic hearing of what was going on. He was also wearing a headband of some sort. Who knew what that did.

A holoscreen hovered above the nearly featureless box which housed the hardware. A character's first person viewpoint on the feed was slinking through a dungeon, or a maze, some kind of castle? Who knew. All that was certain was that another player was about to die. Trinor's character made fists, making a set of rings touch each other; energy blades appeared from the rings, with a slight hiss as they ignited. A faint steam-like effect emanated from the blades, giving away how hot they were.

The other player froze. From this closer viewpoint Trinor could see that the other player had a pistol in a holster, and the relevant hand was slowly going towards it. In a whirl the other player spun around and aimed the pistol, to only be met by a purple arc to the hand. It took him a second to realize that he was disarmed, and stunned. Then, stabbed. He fell. saw the feet of his slayer, and looked up to meet his eyes.

It was a character that looked like Trinor, albeit a bit more archaic. That was the way the game went. It takes your image and makes it your player model, after a few game tweaks of course. He had a blank expression on his face, and raised his hand, another purple glow. Trinor had a rule to make kills as quick as possible, to limit the respawn times. 2000 volts to the head tends to do that.

Before he could finish off his target, the wounded player's head exploded. The killfeed updated...

Colonel Indern Hawkeye + Praetor Sufferthorn [Sniper Rifle] Crackshot Xerxes

Then something came over the sound...

"HAHA I STOLE YOUR KILL GRUB!" Over on a ledge there was another troll with a long range rifle, using a caliber of round that was way overkill. His avatar's face instantly showed insane amounts of rage, mirroring the player sitting in the chair in a sunken boat. Throughout the boat a voice bellowed.

"GOD DAMMIT!" The other troll decided to taunt Trinor...

"NOW IMMA GET YOU TOO!" Trinor set off a blinding flash of light to cover his escape behind a wall. Usually the ones that sit back and take potshots are horrible at it, but he didn't want to find out the hard way. Dying meant an experience penalty, and he was quite close to a level up. He was one of the higher level players, but a .50 caliber slug to the head or even the chest would easily put him out of comission. He had a minor shield generator to shrug off weaker projectiles, but that would be too much.

"GAH! WHERE DID YOU GO!" The other player leaned over the railing he was using as a vantage point, only to be met with a blur, and then a very angry troll was hanging form the ceiling, just staring.

"HAH DON'T STAND STILL MORON." That was said as the irate troll fired his gun, but he then found himself on the ground, his arm badly damaged. If he had payed attention, he would have seen that the barrel of his rifle was cut off, and the tip was melted, resulting in a very explosive misfire. Trinor jumped from the rope he was hanging from, and picked up the player that was rapidly bleeding out. Trinor murmured,

"Don't steal my kills again," and threw him off into a nearby bottomless pit.

Praetor Sufferthorn [Pitfall] Colonel Indern Hawkeye

The holofeed then displayed a 'Level Up' message in the corner, and Trinor went back to hunting other players.

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Jarren stopped trying to get the other troll's attention for a second and turned his head... "Wh0 the he11 was THAT?" He looked at Mercurus questioningly. "Y0u have any 1dea?"

[Miff]

Vanduo looked through his belongings, gathering up bits of metal and laying them out on a workbench, checking the components against the blueprints on his computer.

"alright." he said to himself, "lets maek a riefl."

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Relaxed
Swimmer
Charismatic
Good with animals
Fast

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>Be the CHILLAXED dude
You are now MERCURUS VANADIEL
You have a bigass variety of interests, but dudes as cool and chill like you just need to name some.
You like COLD BEVERAGES OF DIFFERENT COLORS, because, hell, life can't be lived with some drinking stuff. You also like to SURF THE INTERNET and READ LOTS OF SHIT, which explains your BAD EYESIGHT.

You tend to GO OUT IN THE SEA with your beloved lusus, LIODAD. You are also in a MATESPRITE SEARCH to find out your perfect heart-half. Who knows? Maybe she (or he) is waiting out there, all alone, for you to come and rescue the fuck out of her.

You, as already stated, are an awesome guy, who respects EVERY BLOODCASTE OUT THERE. You like everyone for who they are, not for what's their blood color. You also LOVE NATURE AND OPEN SPACES. Specially UNDERWATER.

You are one of the highest castes out there, but not as high as your DEAR TWIN (a70061), which tends to FLIP THE FUCK OUT AT EVERYTHING

Your trolltag is zenWave and ~yOU~tEnd~tO~tALk~AS~thE~chiLLAxEd~dUdE~yOU~ArE~
His shirt symbol is his bro's flipped, his weapon is soulKind (Y'know, manipulate the enemy's soul and use it as a weapon, or even his lusus' soul), and his modus is a mix between Miracle and Ouija mode (He can choose whatever he needs, since he controls souls and demans them to do what he wishes, but if he gets in trouble and an useful item is in his inventory, a MIRACLE will happen and he'll get it just in the nick of time)

Mercurus looked back at Jarren
"Ah don't know bro, but it sounded like someone was just killed. Maybe sum kind of game?"

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Aliesa Sivrol


Bloodthirsty-Nothing thrills her more than the sight of a troll bleeding through multiple spots
Evil-She surely is if she doesn't like you. Her ways surely are evil for some
Artistic-Every kill is a work of art for her and she spends a lot of time planning beautiful hits
Loyal-To her close friends and comrades its absolute loyalty. No backstabbing for people she likes
Observant-She can spot her intended target even among a huge crowd

Your trolltag is VioletRequiem and you speak with /_itt/_e dagger strikes

(Ill make the full background later since originally it was never required, only the traits)

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Aliesa Sivrol


Bloodthirsty-Nothing thrills her more than the sight of a troll bleeding through multiple spots
Evil-She surely is if she doesn't like you. Her ways surely are evil for some
Artistic-Every kill is a work of art for her and she spends a lot of time planning beautiful hits
Loyal-To her close friends and comrades its absolute loyalty. No backstabbing for people she likes
Observant-She can spot her intended target even among a huge crowd

Your trolltag is VioletRequiem and you speak with /_itt/_e dagger strikes

(Ill make the full background later since originally it was never required, only the traits)

Ah, that's fine, you don't have to if you don't want.

[Skvira]

Be The evil assassin Chick

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Aliesa Sivrol


Bloodthirsty-Nothing thrills her more than the sight of a troll bleeding through multiple spots
Evil-She surely is if she doesn't like you. Her ways surely are evil for some
Artistic-Every kill is a work of art for her and she spends a lot of time planning beautiful hits
Loyal-To her close friends and comrades its absolute loyalty. No backstabbing for people she likes
Observant-She can spot her intended target even among a huge crowd

Your trolltag is VioletRequiem and you speak with /_itt/_e dagger strikes

(Ill make the full background later since originally it was never required, only the traits)

Ah, that's fine, you don't have to if you don't want.

And if I want mister? What are you going to do about it?

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Your name is Aliesa Sivrol

You have a variety of interests. You absolutely love ASSASSINATING trolls, theres nothing that makes you happier than the sight of a TROLL killed by your daggers. You enjoy PLANNING these ASSASSINATIONS, for you every kill is a WORK of ART. you also enjoy PAINTING them with the BLOOD of your kills, your paintings used to adorn the walls of your hive. You also like to cause SUFFERING before killing your victims, in fact you used to keep some trolls captive in your hive so you could get more blood for your paintings. You have a KEEN EYE and you can spot your target even in a huge crowd, once you have spotted it you wont stop until you feel its warm blood in your hands.


Your lusus is a POISONOUS SEA SNAKE. You always take it along when you go for a kill, as it loves to drink the blood of trolls, you sometimes join him, your favorite is red blood as it tastes like strawberries.

You had a few close friends and you are COMPLETELY LOYAL to them. No one messes with them without getting stabbed in the back by you. You also don't stab your friends and comrades for obvious reasons.

You somewhat care about the HEMOSPECTRUM, being a high blood and all, but when it comes to killing you don't care about the color of your victims blood. Except red, because it tastes great and looks beautiful on your paintings. Sometimes fellow high bloods used hired you to kill trolls, in fact you killed so many you stopped counting. This gave you a somewhat infamous reputation.

Since the Rampage you wandered the world randomly seeking trolls to assasinate. You joined the seastem to have some comrades and to have the possibility of assasinating the enemies of the stem. You also like the sea

Your Trolltag is violetRequiem and you speak with /_ittle dagger strikes. Your strife specibus is daggerkind and you use two of them.
Your modus is HEMOSPECTRUM modus. Every card has a different blood color assigned. To retrieve an item you have to put some of that blood on the modus. You usually keep a collection of different blood samples on the violet blood card. Also your collection is great for painting.
You made your symbol and you carve it on every single troll you kill

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You are EMYRIN YHATON.
You are a SEATROLL, and therefor ROYALTY.
Your interests include MAGIC, ROLEPLAYING and FANCY CLOTHING.
You are very conscious of your looks. With such a high caste, you must be looking your best, at all times. For this reason, you make your own clothes, and you are a skilled tailor. You sometimes make clothing for the lowbloods as an act of kindness.
To go with your interest in MAGIC you use a STAFF for fighting. Your favorite one is elaborately carved from wood, and tipped with a jewel. Fit for royalty. You also have mild PSYCHIC POWERS, aka MAGIC.
Despite your high caste, you try not to act like everyone has to listen to you. Although they SHOULD. Your trolltag is snazzyArcanist and you *~Type~*With*~Your~*Royal*~Aura~*Around*~Every~*Wo rd*~

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Name: Emyrin Yhaton
Age: 7 Solar Sweeps
Caste/Text Color: Purple (Don't have the code. I just type in purple.)
Lusus: Something similar to the hunters from Halo. < http://www.halo2superjumps.zoomshare...les/HUNTER.jpg >
Land: Land of Crystal and Cold
Title: Duke of Magic
Strife: StaffKind
Modus: Sewing (Has to sew a picture of the wanted item on a pad)

TRAITS: Paranoid, Tailor, Friendly, Neat, Smart

Emyrin curled into a ball and moaned. He had fallen asleep on the upper deck of the ship, and with out sopor slime to comfort him, he suffered terrible, terrible nightmares. He held his head and tried to convince himself it wasn't real. Not real. Some voice in the back of his head, the part of him that wanted to not always be such a bore, thought "not reel". No, no no. Fish puns are immature. One with royal blood should not be fooling around.
Royal.
Serious.
Nightmares.
Fish puns.
Emyrin rolled around, groaning and holding his head.

[Miff]

Hmm... I guess I have to write up a description... <lazy> I'll probably do it tomorrow.

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Jarren saw the troll awaken on roll around, "Hey! Dude, 1t's 0k!" Jarren wanted to go over to him but he wasn't in any shape to go toe-to-toe with that lusus.

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Mercurus looked at the lusus eyes, and began to whisper something
The lusus stood still, like hypnotized, unable to move.

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Aliesa was bored out of her mind in her room. She wanted to kill something now!. Aliesa went out to see if the other trolls were doing anything fun. She went to the upper deck only to find Emeryn curled up in the floor and Jarren and Mercurus trying to get near him. "Ummm what is going on?" Aliesa asked

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Emyrin stumbled onto his feet and held his head a bit longer. The headache subsided and he sighed. He looked at Jarren, "Thank you for your concern. I am fine." Emyrin noticed that the other trolls were concerned by his lusus. "Do not mind my custodian. He only seeks to keep me safe. As long as you do not appear as a threat to me, he will not be a threat to you." He shook his head, dispelling his dizziness. "I need a drink."

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"That's g00d, 1'm 1n n0 shape t0 f1ght anyth1ng..." Jarren looked at the lusus, and then walked past it as calmly as he could to talk to the troll. "They're supp11es d0wn 1n the h01d, we need t0 rest0ck th0ugh, s0 take 0n1y what y0u need." He turned to Mercurus "1ets g0 see h0w Van 1s d01ng, sha11 we? We need t0 head 0ut ASAP."

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Vanduo looked at the weapons he had thrown together. They weren't the best, but his testing indicated that they'll hold together at least enough to get some decent use out of them.

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Mercurus answered, without looking away
"You guise go ahead, bro. I'm trying to stop this gigantic thing."

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Your name is DURIUS SITHON.
Adventurous, sensitive, friendly, kind of a psychopath, turns into raging jackass when threatened
You love to SWIM. The feeling of being submerged in water causes you to go into a EUPHORIC TRANCE. And while you used to live deep inland due to your low position on the hemospectrum, you resolved to change that. The acquirement of your SCUBA gear was your proudest moment, and by training yourself to hold your breath for OBSCENE PERIODS OF TIME, you practically live underwater. For when you do need to emerge, you spend your time in the home of a purple-blooded aristocrat who you MURDERED FOR HIS SCUBA GEAR. You then painted over all his purple with red. Red is a cool color.
You used to have four horns, but you cut off one because you were afraid it would PUNCTURE YOUR BREATHING APPARATUS. It hurt a lot. You didn't care.
You spend most of your time treasure-diving and playing with your new lusus, an OVERSIZED LITERAL SEA LION. Your original was a small dog-like creature, but you're done with it now. Aqueleo is way cooler.
You have also tried to make friends with some sea dwellers, with little success. They find you CREEPY.
Your main strife specibus is net-kind, but you also have a rifle-kind that became your property fairly recently. Your sylladex is pressure-kind, in that you twist the knob and captchalog cards come flying out, hopefully containing what you need.
Your trolltag is pelagicallyPartial, And yoU hAve A SomewhAt BizzAre method of CApitAlizing CertAin letterS. SeriouSly, CAn yoUr BiAs to A SequenCe of letterS get Any StrAnger?

A downed boat? Durius shot himself forward, his flippers a red blur. There was motion below, he saw it. Perhaps a sea beast defending its home? Durius readied his net and spear-gun. He signaled for his lusus, and Aqueleo swam up, shaking his mane. With some effort, he climbed onto Aqueleo's back. This would be fun.
"yAh!" He yelled, although all that came out was some bubbles. Aqueleo roared and paddled towards the ship.

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Aliesa saw something coming at them from above. A troll in scuba gear over his lusus. It was the first killable troll she had seen in days!, she quickly readied her daggers and swam up with her snake lusus at her side. "Hey Mercurus ready a pair of bottles because you soon will have more blood for your reserve!" she said while she eyed the other troll, a bloodthirsty look on her eyes. She was going to enjoy this so much

[alexthewhite]

Out of the corner of his mask, Durius spotted a purple flash. It was another troll, a female sea dweller, swimming in his direction. Durius waved hello, until he noticed the daggers she was holding. The blades were long, curving works of art. A fine piece of treasure.

Aqueleo growled threateningly, and Durius quickly realized she wasn't swimming to greet him. The bloodlust in her eyes was unmistakable. Durius pulled out his spear-gun and took aim at the sea-dweller's heart. But there was no need to kill her. Perhaps they could be friends. Durius held up his left hand, signaling for her to stop. He hoped she would. He wasn't too confident in his accuracy with the spear-gun, as he had usually stunned his targets first with his net. But she had no way of knowing that, and at this range, a skilled marksman would make the shot for sure.

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Aliesa saw the spear gun pointed at her and the troll`s stop sign. She was sure that at this distance she maybe could dodge the shot, but she wasn't taking any chances. Besides she wasn't a renowed assassin for nothing, she looked at her lusus and gave it a nod. The snaked dived deeper and then went towards the troll. As much as she didn't like using her lusus poison nothing was going to stop her

[alexthewhite]

With a jolt, Aqueleo threw his paws in the air, barreling Durius off. For a moment, the world spun. Durius held his body rigid and regained his balance, looking around frantically for his guardian.
There he was. Floating on his back, for some reason. Durius shot himself upwards and pushed Aqueleo. "Get Up!" he shouted. Aqueleo didn't move. Durius swam around to look at the sea lion's face. Its eyes were blank. Aqueleo was dead. It had been bitten by a thin, white snake, that still had its teeth dripping with purple blood. Durius grabbed at the snake, but it sprang off, into the hand of its master.
A purple blade shot at Durius' neck, but he just manage to dodge. The owner of the snake had nearly cut his throat.
"Fi/_thy red b/_ood!" She hissed. "How dare you try to kill my /_u/_sus?!"
"How dAre I? YoU killed mine!" Shouted Durius, even though he knew all the sea-dweller heard was "MmmMmm ?MmmMmmmMm!"
She swung at Durius over Aqueleo's corpse again with her long, curved knife, but he raised the spear-gun that he had still been holding to block. The knife deflected off the chrome exterior of the rifle, and Durius immediately went to smash her face in with the butt of the gun.
The assassin dodged backwards, her knives at the ready. Darius had, in a flash, his gun pointed back at her. This time, there would be no escape.

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Mercurus swam upwards, allowing the lusus to move again, and called Liodad
The lusus came swimming as fast as a bullet, and, with a nod from Mercurus, it holded back Darius.
"You are in a clear disadvantage, bud. Ya better stop now"

[underlyingAugment]

((Please don't kill off other character's supporting lusus without their permission. It is kinda godmodding, even if you let them kill yours.))

[alexthewhite]

(Fair enough. Skvira, if you want, I can change that.)

Durius quickly became aware of the fact that he was surrounded and restrained.
"MMMmm, mm, MMmmmM!"
"...What" the scuba mask didn't let him see what was restraining him, but Darius knew that reasoning with the owner of this collected voice was his only hope.
"MM! MMmmm MM!" Durius pointed upwards to the surface.