That was totally in the Insurrection thread :0
(Posted when it took place, no less.)
That was totally in the Insurrection thread :0
(Posted when it took place, no less.)
I am so dumb.
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
Naaaah you're not dumb :3
AND WHAT'S THIS
AND NEVER BEFORE SEEN
I love drawing these two and I don't care who knows iiiit
*looks at trolls* You're all loveless losers....well except for suta....I think...
> Be the genius Troll who should probably be dead.
Your name is SYPHIL SIKCEL. You are a VERY SICK TROLL.
You started life as any other wriggler, and quickly grew into an extremely healthy and athletic Troll that would someday bring glory to Alternia on the FIELDS OF STRIFE. However, around the time of your FOURTH SWEEP your body began to QUICKLY DETERIORATE and turn you into A COMPLETE AND TOTAL WEAKLING. You were self diagnosed with the deadliest illness known to Alternia, something so vile and life threatening that even mild suspicion of having it is PERFECTLY REASONABLE GROUNDS FOR CULLING:
Fearing for your life, you WENT INTO HIDING with the aid of your Lusus - a large cockroach that is EXTREMELY HARD TO KILL. He has taught you much about how to AVOID DEATH AGAINST ALL ODDS. XAVIER brought you deep into the recesses of the planet, where you slowly began assembling a subterranean Hive complete with medical wards and research labs. You were always KIND OF SMART, but your MIND has picked up the slack left over by your body's ATROPHY - you are now extremely intelligent and spend most of your time reading Alternian medical journals and scientific texts. As such, you have BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR and work tirelessly to find a cure for your disease.
Part of your EXPERIMENTATION involves RADIOACTIVITY, which your Lusus is able to provide by regularly bringing you large amounts of URANIUM from the planet's crust. Exposure to radioactivity has halted the progression of your disease, and you are hoping that it can someday REVERSE IT. You use PALLIATIVE CHEMOTHERAPY to alleviate most of the pain and nasty side effects of your disease, but you lose your HAIR and HORNS after every treatment. Your regular green blood has also become UNHEALTHILY LUMINESCENT as a side effect, and you have developed HEMOPHILIA because YOUR BLOOD HAS JUST BECOME SO GOGDAMN WEIRD.
ALTERNIAN BONEITIS is by no means contagious, but you are MOST DEFINITELY RADIOACTIVE and have pretty much FORSAKEN HAVING A SOCIAL LIFE ENTIRELY. You still like to talk to your few friends over the internet, though.
Your trolltag is malignantProdigy, and you speak in an intelligent manner *COUGHHACK* broken up by *COUGHCOUGHCOUGH* regular coughing fits.
Last edited by adamantRevolutionary; 01-11-2011 at 08:58 PM.
His only regret is that he had alternian boneitis
Awesome troll XD
OH! It said Alternia BoneITIS! Lol.
I am looking forward to many adventures with Mr. Sicktroll. He doesn't have a strife specibus yet, but I suppose he could just lower his face mask and sneeze on attackers.
Wait. His bones are inflamed?
How is that... I are confused.
"MY ONLY REGRET... IS THAT I HAVE BONEITIS"
it's just a reference and it's a way so I don't have to explicitly say he has cancer
>Be the Musically Inclined One
Your name is BATIRO ATRAIN.
You are a RED-BLOOD in formal duds, and don't let your incredibly low place on the hemo-hierarchy get you down. You are a strong believer in UNITY AND EQUALITY, and believe yourself to be a soldier for LOW-BLOODED RIGHTS. Though you have red blood, you conduct yourself like a regal sea-dweller. You are POLITE TO A FAULT, and are never one to point out someone else's shortcomings or mistakes. Together, you and your close friend PHIDAL own and manage THE BRIDGE, which is probably the only MUSIC CLUB in Alternia, and it is where you perform with your band, BATIRO'S BOYS IN THE WATER, in which you sing and play TROMBONE. You, Phidal, and your Lusus, GLENN MOLLUSK, a snail which inhabits a plunger cup. PEACE AND HARMONY is the core essence of your very being, and you look to MUSIC to bring you and those around you to a quiet calm state of mind.
You consider yourself a PACIFIST, and don't quite care to get in fights. However, when pushed into a corner, you can allocate your TROMBONE as a hard hitting weapon with your trombonekind strife specibus. Given the time to prepare, you also possess a FLAILKIND specibus which you believe to be a superior weapon to your trombone; You can't go up DENTING the thing, after all. In a fight you are CALM AND CALCULATING, but you also are quick to reach a draw, due to your NONVIOLENT NATURE. You have never DRAWN BLOOD from another troll, and you intend to keep it that way.
Your trolltag is contrabassBloodbank, and you type with a blunt tone half the 4/4, though you tend to keep a # wit about you.
"Nostalgia's my favorite feeling. Looking back fondly on memories past is a blessing, and it's something nobody can ever take away from you." ~Batiro Atrain, the Sage of Sound
Fucking Batiro is finally revealed
This guy helped make Phidal
>Be the douchey one.
Your name is Tuurem Birbek.
You are interested in MUSIC, especially the "SHITTY INDEPENDENT HIVE BAND THAT NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF" GENRE. You also collect VARIOUS MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS, and are EQUALLY TERRIBLE AT PLAYING EVERY ONE.
Your trolltag is univalveCretaceous and you like to emßellish your ß's.
Age: 9 solar sweeps
Strife Specibus: noisekind (you are so bad a playing music that it causes physical pain!)
Fetch Modus: Name That Tune!™
Shirt symbol: Sixteenth note
Lusus: Crocodillo (massive six-legged crocodilian encased in a thick shell made of interlocking plates; luckily for it, it is completely deaf)
Weapon: AWFUL TASTE IN MUSIC
I'm often on TinyChum in the evenings (GMT), feel free to pester/troll me I'll probably update this post soon with a higher quality picture.
EDIT: Updated picture ^^
Last edited by Phantomad; 01-02-2011 at 05:11 AM.
Your name is REOSII VEERIN.
You have a number of HEALTH PROBLEMS, ranging from being bed ridden most of the time to bouts of BLOOD LUST. You really don't mind staying in bed so much. It let's you rest and talk to your friends. However you hate the BLOOD LUST. You usually come to covered in blood, quite a bit of it being yours. This is probably why you are always so hurt. It may be this is your only REAL HEALTH PROBLEM.
You come across as a tad PERVERTED, but you actually don't know any better. Most things you learned online. You are not sure if you have a Lusus, you thought you had one at one point but it turned out to be an albino cactus. Obviously you aren't the smartest Troll. Your hobbies usually involve little physical activity, since you are usually in to much pain to get out of bed. You love ROMANTIC FANFICS(especially EXPLICIT ones). You also enjoy ONLINE GAMES since you are usually more informed on them than real life events, because of this you are always behind on holidays so you wear your Trollmas skirt all the time. You are kind of a HOPELESS ROMANTIC, really who would want someone who's either stuck in bed or flying off the handdle. You are generally a friendly person.
Your trolltag is brokenLunatic you usually speak in a mellow manner only (hanging c's to (. However when you lose it you speak in A VERRY ANGRY MANNA' AN LOSE CONTRALL OF YA ACCENT!
hope I did this right
Last edited by Crimson Lunar; 01-18-2012 at 04:57 AM.
This isn't exactly a troll, but it'll be handy in making trolls.
Also, it's a single file, so you can just download it and use it offline.
@adamant: So you're the guy who roped in punchoutJunkie XD
Also, Raelis would love to exchange notes with Syphil. It will be like girl talk, except they're going to swap blood samples instead of lipstick.
@miff: woah, nifty tool.
Your name is Odiosus Mora.
You are the VERY DEFINITION of an internet troll.
Your main trolling consists of lying about your blood color to agitate snobs. Your main trolling grounds are TROLLMEGLE, and TROLLIAN....Buuut...
It's gone awry sometimes. You mess with people in real life. And through many fights with drunk bluebloods, and sober ones as well, your teeth have been messed up, and one of your horns broken. But you still persevere. Some call you an idiot. Some call you annoying. Some might call you an annoying idiot. But you call yourself, someone who has shitloads of fun. Your modus is Troll-pictionary modus. You just have to hope that the modus recognizes what you're drawing in your modus or else it fires one random item from your inventory. You wield a brass knuckle, giving you a knucklekind specibus. Your lusus is a three-headed Komodo Dragon.
Your trolltag is nonsensicalLowling and you use the [0l0r and the name just t0 mess with pe0ple.
Scottzar is royal. Extremely royal. Arguably more royal then the current Empress. Hailing from a rival family, Scottzar is in greater danger then most heirs, as he is in a political war with the ruling family, and also heir the Venator dynasty. The twelfth dynasty of Venators had only recently ended, a period in which culling had been almost tenfold the current rate. Recent endings in terms of dynasties are often hundreds of solar sweeps, thus power has eluded Scottzar from the beginning of his life. He is, however, by no means poor. His wealth stands greater then that of all but the greatest of trolls. Scottzar’s monstrous lusus has long ago been slain, allowing the freshly released child to survive the first assassination attempt since his emergence. Since then, over sixteen different attempts have been made on his life, and over nine hives have been ruined by the many forms of destruction rained upon the young usurper. Despite his nature, Scottzar is still intelligent enough to know that any dangerous activity, such as FLARP, would invite another attempt. Due to the immense danger that shadows the youthful protégé, he is extremely unsociable, especially when combined with his horrible nature.
Scottzar’s blood is pure purple (255 red + 255 blue).
Scottzar’s ‘face-fins’ are on his neck. They look somewhat like the classic dorsal fin, the concave side facing his shoulders.
Strife Specibus is Staffkind, and Spellkind.
Fetch Modus is Skeleton Kind: when used it sets up a troll skeleton in which items are deposited, possibly destabilising the skeleton with their weight. When an item is retrieved, the bone is deleted from the skeleton, thus Scottzar usually ends up placing lots of heavy crap in the feet bones, thus giving a stable base. When the skeleton inevitably destabilises, all the capturlouged items are ejected with tremendous force, often making the items unretrivable, yet firing in such random directions as to make weaponising nigh impossible.
Typing Quirk: 5c077z4r 7yp35 1n 4 f0rnn f4r nn0r3 pur3 7h3n 7h47 0f 7h053 54v4935 5urr0nd1n9 h1nn. Though he often denies it, the quirk is caused by the fact that Scottzar has become accustomed to typing in a complex numeric code, necessitated by his dangerous background. Even when speaking to those he can trust, Scottzar often subconsciously replaces some letters in a basic form of the code.
Age: Scottzar is slightly older than 6 solar sweeps. His trolltag is abberantSpellweaver.
Scottzar is predictably cautious, and discriminating. He is prejudiced in the normal way for royals, but also highly suspicious of any royals as they may, in fact, be trying to kill him. His towering arrogance cut short by realistic realisation of the deadly situation he is in, Scottzar comes out as somewhat confident in his abilities, but does not underestimate others. Scottzar also fancies himself somewhat of a powerful dark mage. He wears pure jet black, and has mastered many spells. Due to his wish for power, Scottzar often manoeuvres politically to put himself in possession of magical knowledge.
Due to the many trials and tribulation Scottzar has faced, he is quite powerful. As a high class royal, he was also gifted with a powerful artefact by his deceased ancestor, The Sceptre of Asmodeus. However, Scottzar shies away from using the full extent of his power as it would attract attention. Thus while he could narrowly defeat Eridan or Vriska (pre-godhood) he would pretend to be weaker unless the situation absolutely demanded it. Scottzar, despite his extremely high blood colour, still has a psionic power, or at least something similar. Scottzar instantly knows the rank and power of any troll he can directly see. This is caused by his Sight Eclipsed. Scottzar tries to avoid fighting those older than him, as even at the height of his Echeladder the power scaling from other advantages often turns a normally easy opponent into a devastating loss.
Should it ever happen that Scottzar plays said game, he will be the Anathema of Life in the land of Bone and Obsidian.
Last edited by Scottzar; 01-02-2011 at 05:35 AM.
I don't get how his mouth(s?) are supposed to work, are they lots of singe little mouths, or are they just big dark tusks that protude from his face without any link to his body?
Also it's pretty mary-sueish, just saying.
Last edited by ZDG; 01-02-2011 at 05:09 AM.
Maybe it's a hockey mask?
Sorry, TROLL SHUFFLEPUCK-ON-ICE
Your trolltag is burningFisticuffs and you are open to being TROLLED on PESTERCHUM.
You also have a tumblr: BARREL CO.
Hahaha, that was the best idea.
... dear gog, troll hockey would pretty much be the most violent sporting event in any existing universe. o_o