[Hivestem] Icestem, The Place Where A Bunch Of Trolls Goes To The Pole

[Queelez]

Fabulous! *gets to work with a wiki page*

[Bramzter]

Yes, Almost ready to start!! just two trolls more!

[Queelez]

Wikia page added!

[Phantomad]

>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. However, you delude yourself into thinking you are TOTALLY AWESOME AT IT.
You have little interest in what happens outside your respiteblock, as you think yourself WAY TOO COOL for all that noise, and as a result HAVEN'T REALLY NOTICED HOW SHITTY A POSITION YOU'RE IN. You care little for the nuances of the hemospectrum, instead judging people mostly according to your RULE OF COOL. You dress in a way that yells: "I AM A SLEAZY DOUCHEBAG", and you are never without your trusty HEADPHONES. You are clearly a TRENDSETTING MAVERICK.
Honestly though, you aren't that great at most things. Your combat abilities are NON-EXISTANT; if it wasn't for your PAINFULLY BAD MUSIC and your MERCIFULLY DEAF LUSUS, Crocodillo, you'd long be dead. You are also HILARIOUSLY BAD at RELATIONSHIPS, and usually come off as an idiot whether you're pursuing a red or black relationship. Some people may think you're a bit of a SLEAZE, but you'd say you're more of a UNAPPRECIATED CHARMER.

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

[incarceratedNoname]

Your name is Sor-... uh... Noland Blarroon, THAT is totally correct...
You have a variety of INTERESTS, usually involving completely screwing over other trolls. Yes you are a complete JERK who likes nothing more then to make the peoples lives around you miserable. Usually with the use of EVIL SCIENCE, though you weren't always like this. You also like to use your EVIL SCIENCE skills to bring back the DEAD, though you're not very good at it. Due to your LAZYNESS sometimes the gears you use to bring back the dead don't fit, which causes them to bleed profusely, though you really don't CARE when they do. Your face was badly damaged when you attempted to "recruit" your current lusus, really it was more of an act of revenge against a certain troll, sense then you've repaired it. You have never been very STRONG, so you have that lusus do most of the heavy lifting for you.
Name: Noland Blarroon
Trolltag: spitefulDeath
Age: 7 solar sweeps. (15 years old.)
Blood/Font: Blue ( #333399 )
Symbol: pink Crescent moon turned purple due to blood.
Typing Quirk: Tends to be a huge jerk and gives away most of the things he's planning by obsessively denying he's actually planning them. He also capitalizes the letters D,E,A,T,H.
Lusus: Not really your Lusus, so you don't know what he actually is.
Fetch Modus: EvilSciencekind, you must do something evil to yourself or someone else in order to get what you want.
Strife Specibi: YOYOGEARKIND, and MACHINEGUNKIND.
Traits:
Jerk: is not a very nice troll to have a conversation with more then half the time.
Unintentionally helpful: Likes to replace lost limbs and such with machinery.
No Morals: he is perfectly OK with killing indiscriminately, as long as it beneficial for himself.
Medic?: Knows quite a bit about the trolls and lusus anatomy, may double as a very bad medic if he wanted too.
NoInterestInRomance: There's actually a very good reason for this.

[ZDG]

Ok you both are in buuuuuuut we kinda need more girls (we have a 1/7 ratio right now), so, you know what?
I'm going to open two or three slots but just for girls.

[polarBipede]

Do genderbender trolls count?

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>Be the genderbending troll

You do so with total success.

Your name is BURLAE SOGRENE, and you're confusing.
You were born with a special ability. The ability to CHANGE YOUR GENDER WHENEVER YOU WANT. Lord, that helped you out so much when playing pranks.(Although you prefer to stay as a boy most of the time!)

But let's forget about that! (So we can play more pranks on you, eheh!)
You're a REAL PRANKSTER, and everyone knows you by your pseudonym, THE SHADY SMILE. But, behind the scenes, you're quite a nice guy/girl! You like to CHAT WITH OTHER TROLLS, READ BOOKS, WATCH MOVIES, and SURF TEH INDURRWEBZ.
You like many other things, too! such as BIOLOGY, which you study near your hive, on the top of a cliff, surrounded by ocean in one side, and by a forest in the other one.
Your lusus is a great help too! Man, you love that BIG LION so much.

You also like MECHANICS, ROBOTS and COMPUTERS. But you're not too good with the last one. Remember that day you made a fair amount of grubtops to explode because of a bad code? Man, now THAT was a nice one!
You also like DISGUISES AND SUITS. Man you wish YOU WERE GOOD AT MAKING THEM.

But there's one thing you hate. You hate hate hate HATE relationships. Some people hurted you REAL BAD IN THE PAST. You like to get along with other trolls, though.
Oh, another one of your interests is VIDEOGAMES. Man you're SO GOOD AT THEM, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

But enough of all that!
Your trolltag is confusingPrankster [cP] and You talk in a normal manner. Really! eheheheh :]

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Name:Burlae Sogrene, AKA The Shady Smile

Interests: Videogames, style, machines, computers, etc.

Lusus: Roarbeast (Big lion) with sharp fangs

Modus: Loyal Modus (A minion appears whenever you captchalogue something, like a small version of the user's lusus. He modified it so only one minion appears, which has all of his items.)

Strife specibus: Hammerkind

Trolltag: confusingPrankster

Quirk: Writes normally, ends his sentences laughing inocently. Sometimes he uses icons

Color (Blood, text): #503967

Traits

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Confusing
Engineer
Modist
Love Hater
Happy

Also, when he turns into a girl, the goatee dissappears.

[ZDG]

Heh, it would be cool if you made his female version into a sprite, but making him more feminine than removing his goatee, though.

[incarceratedNoname]

If you want, I could change my characters gender over to female, he was originally supposed to be a chick anyway.
http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6...eevilchick.png
Image properties gives everything away.

[ZDG]

No, it's fine, the more the merrier, right?

[Bramzter]

sooooo, Is genderbent guy/girl in?

(S)he would confuse the fuck out of ragnar,

MB: WhOa WhO ArE YoU AgIaN? [0_0]
MB: ArE YoU LiKe A ImPoStEr oR sOmEtHiNg, WaIt WhErE aRe YoU GoInG. [!_!]
MB:CoMe BaCk I NeEd YoU FoR mY StEeEeEeEeW! YoU pRoBaLlY TaStE DeLiCoUs! [<_>]

cue chase with a sawflailing maniac.

[ZDG]

I'm just waiting that PB makes the sprite of the female version and i'll put him in.

[polarBipede]

If someone can make it to look better, please do it ;A;

[ZDG]

Nah, it looks good.
Try making the hair a bit smoother and it's perfect.

[Panzerbear]

Be the Hand of the Gods.

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That’s right, HAND OF THE GODS. Your name is Hallen Klaryv, and the NOBLE CIRCLE OF HORRORTERRORS has spoken to you since you first emerged from the Trials. You FOLLOW THEIR INSTRUCTIONS to the letter, with complete and unquestioning DEVOTION as anyone so TOUCHED BY THE DIVINE should. Unfortunately, you don’t actually understand anything they say, and have to take the matter of INTERPRETATION into your own hands. When a task you are given by the gods seems SILLY OR MEANINGLESS, you remind yourself that the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors has UNFATHOMABLE WISDOM that reaches across the very boundaries of TIME AND SPACE. Simply because you don’t understand doesn’t mean that it doesn’t serve the great design of the gods.

At least, this is how you interpret it. In actuality, while you do hear the horrorterrors, it’s just the vaguest echoes of their thoughts caressing your mind. They’re not so much contacting you as you are unconsciously listening in. You are a TELEPATH, with the ability to both read minds and instill thoughts in others. However, you lack any sort of PSYCHIC DEFENSES, and as a result are EASY TO MANIPULATE. This doesn’t get in the way of your UNSHAKEABLE ENTHUSIASM, which stems from knowing that the work you do serves a HIGHER PURPOSE.

For all your RELIGIOUS FERVOR, you still possess interests separate from your calling. For instance, your strife specibus, axekind, lends itself nicely to your fondness for POWER METAL. You like other forms of music, but power metal is your favorite because of how undeniably EPIC it is. Similarly, you also love your MOTORIZED TWO-WHEEL DEVICE, often going on impromptu road trips with naught but yourself and your fire-breathing woofbeast lusus, Baskervilles, who rides in the sidecar. The two of you tend to wear GENRE-APPROPRIATE CLOTHING when carousing around in this fashion, especially in regards to headgear.

Like many others, you’re something of an apocalypse buff. You like to imagine the coming GLORIOUS PURGE of the unworthy, wherein all trolls will have to fight to prove to the horrorterrors that they have earned the right to join them on a reborn Alternia. The wicked will be punished, and the righteous will be granted a place of glory. Of course, you also just think that maybe someday meeting a CAVALREAPER OF THE END DAYS would be the greatest thing ever. Though you have no loyal hoofbeast or horsaroni steed to call your own, you still practice to someday join the cavalreapers when they begin their final harvest.

You also love to travel, as you’d like to see as much of the world as you can before its INEVITABLE DESTRUCTION. In fact, if you were to ever be released from your service to the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors, you’d like to join the Alternian military so that you could also travel to other worlds. Granted, you’d likely just be allocated grunt duty as a lowly YELLOW BLOOD, but you’re okay with that. In fact, you’re okay with the hemospectrum as a whole, and don’t really see anything wrong with it. You have your place in Alternian society, and rather than dream of what it’d be like to be higher on the totem pole, you’d rather just be good at what you were born to do.

Your trolltag is righteousRiffraff and you are pre++y en+husias+ic, +hough some+imes you ge+ a li++le confuse+.

TL;DR version, extra info:

Name: Hallen Klaryv
Trolltag: righteousRiffraff
Quirk: Replaces D and T with +
Symbol: Jörmungandr
Strife Portfolio: Axekind
Fetch Modus: Scripture Modus - Must recite holy verse to retrieve items
Lusus: Fire-breathing woofbeast, Baskervilles. (Think hellhound)
Blood/Text Color: c4a97a
Age: 9 sweeps
Interests: Music involving guitar, apocalypse scenarios, religion, military, travel

Traits:
Enthusiastic - Very easily gets caught up in the heat of the moment.
Impressionable - Tends to believe whatever others say unless given solid reasons to question them.
Confrontational - She's loud and very direct, though usually not in an aggressive fashion. Subtlety is not her strong suit.
Compact - She's rather short (we're talking an even five feet tall), but crams a lot of muscle into that seemingly petite frame.
Evangelistic - She's not shy at all about spreading the word of the Noble Circle of Horrorterrors. Or, at least, what she thinks is their word.

Psychic Abilities:
Limited telepathy - She can read surface thoughts, though she uses the power unconsciously and usually mistakes it for spoken word.
Limited Suggestion - She can attempt to implant words and phrases into the minds of others. What they do with it beyond that is really their call.
Vulnerability - She has no idea how to shut off her mind from outside psychic influences.

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Does that work? Need more/less/etc?

[ZDG]

You both are in.

[Bramzter]

Does that mean we can start once you have done your intro and stuff?

[ZDG]

Yep.

[mars7a]

Yayyyyyyy.

[ZDG]

AND NOW IT FINALLY BEGINS:

The Messiah finally docked at Pole-ring's main harbor.
Risthar got on the deck and took a spyglass from his sylladex, then used it to look around the remnants of the islands.
No one was showing up at all.
He took a megaphone from his sylladex and shouted:
"Attention! To all living citizens of this island! Come to the harbor IMMEDIATLY!"
He put the megaphone back in the sylladex and went back to the ship's control tower to deploy a ladder for the citizens.

[polarBipede]

Burlae got out of his hive, wearing a long coat. His lusus was by his side, purring.
Both of them started to walk to the harbor, calmly

Damn, what does that nutjob want?

[Bramzter]

Ragnar groggily poked his head out the current Cave he was occupying for previous day. Far away he saw a ship docking in the harbor, It looked military.

You often thought all the people in the military where dead, At-least the one you grabbed that spiffy uniform off was. He was also pretty tasty!. you thought by yourself and proceeded to pack your stuff together.

You bump your lusus on the head with a stick, He gave one tired glare in your direction and he walked out of the cave. Goodbye cave! Your inhabitant was tasty and your roof was dry, But i have to leave you now before angry people lynch me!

And with that he hoped on his lusus back and began to ride to the harbor,
ThIs WaS GoInG tO bE FuN (^_^)!

[Stinkosar]

"BWHATHOLYSHIT!" Graidn immediately got dressed and stormed out towards the harbor.

[Panzerbear]

Mud squelched beneath thick boots as the vertically challenged figure paced behind the crude palisade. The sharpened stakes had barely been placed a week ago in the recently appropriated hive, though they hadn't had any real opportunity to be used. Every so often, the woman would tug at her thick braid, or readjust the red overshirt that she wore like a jacket. Disheveled and dirty, Hallen was weighing in her mind the benefits of simply staying put for the time being, or heading out toward the ship and whoever had barked the order. The fact that she'd recently exhausted what little food the hive's previous occupant had stored was making the latter option far more attractive. A growl that smelled of brimstone reminded her, however, that caution was still advisable. Aww, but I'm really hungry... But a moment's consideration was all it would take.

"Come on, Baskervilles! We're going to go figure out what's going on!" she announced cheerily, immediately sallying forth and heading toward the dock with an enthusiasm that didn't seem appropriate when her empty gut was taken into consideration. Baskervilles padded obediently alongside his assigned troll. While her wisdom was generally lacking, he was still obligated to keep an eye on her. At least she had the presence to keep her axe out and ready, even if it hadn't been tuned in weeks. The woofbeast gave one sorrowful look at the motorized two-wheeled device that had brought the two to the conquered hive in the first place. With it broken down, there wouldn't be any more riding around in it and letting the wind whip around his face.

Curiosity overrode the suspicion that had wormed its way into Hallen as she took stock of those other trolls who were already approaching the harbor. Hopefully, they wouldn't try anything, and then, maybe, just maybe, she could try to save their souls.

[Queelez]

Romeda looked out the window. She’d never been the most outwardly social of trolls, perhaps, but as of recently, after so many deaths, the bookworm became an absolute recluse. She had read about things like this, of mass genocide and destruction. Romeda wondered—not for the first time—if this is how one of the races their empire had destroyed died: with confusion, decay, and never-ending hunger.

And now, she was being called. A man—a soldier, by how he was shouting—with a megaphone. The time for mourning (whatever passed in their culture for ‘mourning,’ anyway) had passed. The time for survival was upon them.

She tidied up her hive a bit—Romeda didn’t know why; she somehow doubted she’d be coming back. Romeda entered a few new objects into her sylladex—a book, several papers she was working on, and an extra bit of knotted neckwear—and cast a final, surveying look around the room. Her collection of alien artifacts would, for the most part, have to stay. She was no fool: taking them onto a military vessel would be most unwise.

“It seems, Merrl, that we are wanted,” Romeda said, gently stroking her Lusus’ beak. The owlbeast grudgingly accepted the show of affection. “Let’s go.” Merrl flapped its wings, flinging himself out of the window. Romeda watched her Lusus fly, looping around the exterior of her hive before settling down next to the door.

She joined him—and together, they ventured off into the night.