Your name is Csetje Zsebet.
You were born into the ROYAL CASTE
, and you take that very seriously; so seriously, in fact, that you have strived to transform yourself into a HEMOKNIGHT OF OLD
ever since you were capable of picking up a HISTORY BOOK
. You speak with the grace and nobility of the ANCIENT BLOODBARONESSES
, wielding your SABRE
with an iron grip and cutting down any lowblooded REVOLUTIONARIES
in your way. For you, the hemospectrum is law, and anyone who seeks to change it deserves nothing but a swift culling.
If questioned, you would state that you put on your pretentious mannerisms out of a RESPECT FOR THE OLDEN DAYS.
However, the truth is far less noble: you are one of the very few, if not the ONLY
troll on Alternia who is a sufferer of EVERLASTING CLUCKPOX.
The cluckpox, a theoretically dominant trait that was considered beautiful amongst the nobility hundreds of sweeps ago, fell out of fashion and was even thought GROUNDS FOR CULLING.
The reason for that is obvious- you are covered in BLOOD-COLORED BLOTCHES
that marr your otherwise quite pleasing facial features and render you UNATTRACTIVE
to all other trolls. Refusing to believe you were an UGLY FREAK,
you decided that you were merely a SOPHISTICATED BLOODBARONESS
born too late.
Most people call you FRIGID
; those above you on the spectrum call you a FAWNING LAPBEAST
, and those below you call you a THINLY-VEILED MURDERER.
You will state until your dying breath that you simply wish to emulate the nobility of old; to be perfectly honest, you just want your superiors to actually LIKE YOU.
Someone! Anyone! Why won't anybody like you?! Oh god, you're so lonel-
What? No, you didn't say anything. Nothing at all. Must be hearing things.
You reside in a quaint THATCHED ROOF HIVE
, nestled in a rocky cave right next to the coast. Your RIGHT FIN
was damaged in a savage fight with some yellowbloods, rendering you EVEN MORE HIDEOUS
, and as a result you try to avoid meeting other glubgrubs face to face. Your lusus is a swordfish named BATHORY
, and your quadrants have never even been remotely close to filled. Sob. Sob sob sob.
As a young wriggler you were much more vicious, giving yourself the trolltag bloodyLizzie
after one of the most notorious- you mean, er, glorious- bloodbaronesses of all time. Now that you're a little older, you've opted to switch to the much more refined varicellaMalaise
, and you zspéak with thé accént of thé zséductivé and léthal high cazstézs of thé pazst.