TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for

[Captain Whosit]

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==> Be the Girl

you cannot be the girl as it's not a girl

==> Be the incredibly feminine boy



You are now the incredibly feminine boy. Your name is CORYNN LATOUS and you hate being mistaken for a girl. Sadly for you, you often are. It's probably those hips, and that face, and your soft voice. God you look like such a girl. You are one of the lowest of the low on the spectrum, and you frankly don't care. All this talk about blood superiority and revolutions make you rather miffed, but you rarely voice these opinions because frankly you'd rather just not get involved. Besides, often you are too busy trying to convince unwanted suitors that you are a boy.

You have several interests, which include writing. You especially like writing romance, but you don't tell anyone this, instead boasting your prowess about your second favorite genre to write, survival horror. you enjoy reading just as much as you do writing, and several of your online friends like to send you their works for review. You enjoy sleeping, which is kind of weird considering how most trolls sleep. You get by with the horrible side effects by thinking of it all as ideas for your next horror story. Another one of your hobbies that probably doesn't help your non-existent masculinity is pottery. You love to work with clay. you usually keep your bangs back with girly barrettes, leading to even more gender confusion.

You hide your eyes because they have incredibly long lashes and that is the main source of gender confusion, after your figure. Your lusus, a snapping turtle, likes to jokingly mock your masculinity, but he doesn't do it as often anymore because then you won't go out to help him get food and he's kind of a lazy prick. You use spearkind, but you aren't very good in a fight, even if you are good at hunting. You live in a marshy area, but you're okay with that, because aside from the bugs, which are easy enough to ignore after a while, it's a nice place.

Your trolltag is confusionFactory and you type in a slightly normal manner but you tend to ramble and rant a lot because thats what you do okay?! Okay.

He looked girlier in my original drawing. :/ Sprite is made entirely by hand.

Sorry, but Salom can still out-mistakenly-girl Corynn any time. =P

More seriously, though, your description is pretty amusing, but maybe you can show us your original drawing if its suitable for public consumption? His interests do mesh well with the character design, though.

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OK! My first revision of one of my early trolls. Shivia is getting some more depth. I realized she was a bit too much the typical “Crazy Murdering Toll” so I rewrote a few things after thinking them over a bit and roleplaying her in a couple freeform threads. Let me know what you think.

>Be the really scary troll girl



You are now the scary troll girl.

Your name is SHIVIA THANATOS and you just plain FREAK PEOPLE OUT.

There are a number of potential reasons for this. It could be your PITCH BLACK BLOOD, your HELLISH GRIN, your FRIGHTENING DISCOLORED EYES, or your habit of KILLING EVERYTHING AROUND YOU. Upon reflection, it’s most likely that last one. People tend to shy away from serial killers.

You have a number of INTERESTS including practicing your SINGING VOICE, which you are quite proud of. You use to hope that one day you would be known for your LYRICAL VOCAL MELODIES alone, now it’s just a hobby. Sometimes you wish that one day this skill will be something of value, but that’s just a dream. You are also well skilled in ROBOTICS as seen via the many MACHINE SERVANTS you surround yourself with. As an extension of that you also are a half decent PROGRAMMER, mostly specialized in ROBOT COMMAND PROGRAMMING. You need to know you can trust those around you, and at this point the only beings you would trust farther then you could throw are those you PROGRAM.

You have SERIOUS MENTAL ISSUES, to put it mildly. Killing someone gives you a SENSE OF EUPHORIA like nothing else can, yet the sight of a corpse makes you squirm. Part of you wants to just kill and kill and kill till nothing is left on Alternia but you, another part of you recoils at the thought of being that alone. On top of that, though you want to spread death and chaos everywhere, being flat-out told you’re SCARY to your face makes you want to cry, especially if it’s based solely on your APPERENCE. Simply put, you are a MASS OF COTRADICTIONS in most matters, comes with being COO COO FOR COCOE PUFFS.

You have GOOD MOMENTS and you have BAD ones. Sometimes you can pass yourself off as an eccentric but not too unusual individual...who laughs at things a little too much. Other times you can get downright HORRIFYING in your very noticeable instabilities. Worst of all are when you have an EPISODE. You start freaking out, and acting MUCH more erratic than normal. You would rather not describe those moments, but you feel if you ever completely LOSE YOUR MIND it will be during one of these. You can feel it come loose every time you have one. One day, you won’t come back from them.

You’re LUSUS is dead, taken on THAT FATEFUL NIGHT along with your original HIVE, your ONLY FRIEND IN THE WORLD, and your ABILITY TO TRUST ANYONE. That was also the night that you COMPLETELY SNAPPED and started KILLING ON A WHIM. In short, describing said LUSUS is a waste of time. That night was the start of your DECENT INTO DARKNESS, but you were always a little off to be honest.

Your HIVE is little more than a CAVE set HIGH IN THE MOUNTAINS. It is only here that your FREAKISH BLOOD TYPE is not an issue. You have expanded it to a more ACCEPTABLE SIZE with the help of your ROBOT MINIONS. They fill the roll your Lusus should have, although they can’t think or feel, so it’s not quite the same. It is here that you service your SCYTHES, tinker with your ROBOTS, and plan your next ASSASSINATION. You may decide to play a FLARP game that ends in the other person dying, or you may just invade a hive at random and KILL THE OCCUPANT. It will depend on your mood. Picking off the entire ALTERNIEN POPULATION one troll at a time has earned you the nickname BLACK DEATH.

You are gifted with a rather unique MENTAL ABILITY, or rather an ANTI- MENTAL ABILITY. You know that resistance to mental attacks HIGH BLOODS have more of than LOW BLOODS do? Turns out you have a super version of that. No one seems to be able to mentally influence you or read your thoughts. You sometimes suspect that your many murders have called a SWARM OF GHOSTS to follow you everywhere, but this mental shield keeps you from even glancing at them. No one but someone who can SEE THE DEAD will see the virtual OCEAN of dead souls that follow you around.

Naturally a PSYONIC BLAST would fry you like it would anyone else despite your mental shield, but you can’t have everything. It only works on thoughts and non-physical powers. This ability has leaded you to wonder if you could survive the VAST GLUB. At the very least you would be the last to die on ALTERNIA if it happened, and you would get a moment to enjoy the fact that everyone else was dead first.

You’re INSANE, an unrepentant MASS MURDERER, an UTTER MONSTER in the eyes of most, and you will most likely LIVE ALONE FOREVER. Despite that...you’ve been chatting with some other trolls recently. Your true identity is hidden from them, less they never speak again out of fear. You keep telling yourself that it’s just a distraction, that they deserve to die just like everyone else, but the thought of them being gone makes a PART OF YOU HURT. A part you thought died years ago. You’ve marked their hive locations. You’re not sure if it’s for their eventual death, or to make sure you don’t do it by accident.

With your mind falling slowly into the deepest depths of madness, and what must be near the record of SOLO MURDERS one Alternia by now, you have given up hope of ever leaving the twisted life you now live. Sometimes, though, when you’re all alone on quiet nights...you sing to the empty sky, and wish someone would save you from yourself...

Your chat handle is executionerSong and you sometimes replace your spaces _with_underscores_to_ form_a_scythe_)

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See, it’s a sweet scythe!)

Land: Land of Towers and Moonlight
Title: Slyph of
Strife Specibi: scythekind
Sylladex: rubix cube
Moon: Derse

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(First AlterniaBound sprite contributed by SandieSandwicheadman)

Bluh, OK, you already replaced the original description, so I can't check to see what actually changed, except I guess her title. Either it wasn't there or I just skimmed her description last time I read it, but I didn't actually get that her quirk was a scythe. Makes a lot more sense now! And also her horns. Oh man. I just realized, you need to modify that middle sprite into a gif with a Terezi-like laugh. I can totally see her doing that. Laugh at those worthless bugs, laugh!

Certainly looks like there's some more motivating her now that "evil for the lulz." Wonder how that will play out!

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I'll also take a wild stab in the dark that she's going to make a certatn troll's life more "interesting."

Pretty cool.

[Rio]

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==> Be the Girl

you cannot be the girl as it's not a girl

==> Be the incredibly feminine boy



You are now the incredibly feminine boy. Your name is CORYNN LATOUS and you hate being mistaken for a girl. Sadly for you, you often are. It's probably those hips, and that face, and your soft voice. God you look like such a girl. You are one of the lowest of the low on the spectrum, and you frankly don't care. All this talk about blood superiority and revolutions make you rather miffed, but you rarely voice these opinions because frankly you'd rather just not get involved. Besides, often you are too busy trying to convince unwanted suitors that you are a boy.

You have several interests, which include writing. You especially like writing romance, but you don't tell anyone this, instead boasting your prowess about your second favorite genre to write, survival horror. you enjoy reading just as much as you do writing, and several of your online friends like to send you their works for review. You enjoy sleeping, which is kind of weird considering how most trolls sleep. You get by with the horrible side effects by thinking of it all as ideas for your next horror story. Another one of your hobbies that probably doesn't help your non-existent masculinity is pottery. You love to work with clay. you usually keep your bangs back with girly barrettes, leading to even more gender confusion.

You hide your eyes because they have incredibly long lashes and that is the main source of gender confusion, after your figure. Your lusus, a snapping turtle, likes to jokingly mock your masculinity, but he doesn't do it as often anymore because then you won't go out to help him get food and he's kind of a lazy prick. You use spearkind, but you aren't very good in a fight, even if you are good at hunting. You live in a marshy area, but you're okay with that, because aside from the bugs, which are easy enough to ignore after a while, it's a nice place.

Your trolltag is confusionFactory and you type in a slightly normal manner but you tend to ramble and rant a lot because thats what you do okay?! Okay.

He looked girlier in my original drawing. :/ Sprite is made entirely by hand.

Sorry, but Salom can still out-mistakenly-girl Corynn any time. =P

More seriously, though, your description is pretty amusing, but maybe you can show us your original drawing if its suitable for public consumption? His interests do mesh well with the character design, though.

I totally would if I had my scanner. When I get it back you can see for yourself my inability to draw masculine men. I mean, just how girly Corynn is.

[Captain Whosit]

I totally would if I had my scanner. When I get it back you can see for yourself my inability to draw masculine men. I mean, just how girly Corynn is.

My goodness. I just had the thought. Because I loathe all of my creations and mete out nothing but misery. But someone needs to enter Salom and Corynn into a pagent or something. Hilarity ensues.

[Marshmellow]

I totally would if I had my scanner. When I get it back you can see for yourself my inability to draw masculine men. I mean, just how girly Corynn is.

My goodness. I just had the thought. Because I loathe all of my creations and mete out nothing but misery. But someone needs to enter Salom and Corynn into a pagent or something. Hilarity ensues.

*ahem*

[Captain Whosit]

I knew that Vadosa had to be good for something. And by "good" I mean "terrible."

[Rio]

I totally would if I had my scanner. When I get it back you can see for yourself my inability to draw masculine men. I mean, just how girly Corynn is.

My goodness. I just had the thought. Because I loathe all of my creations and mete out nothing but misery. But someone needs to enter Salom and Corynn into a pagent or something. Hilarity ensues.

Good gog that would be amazing.

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OK! My first revision of one of my early trolls. Shivia is getting some more depth. I realized she was a bit too much the typical “Crazy Murdering Toll” so I rewrote a few things after thinking them over a bit and roleplaying her in a couple freeform threads. Let me know what you think.

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You are now the scary troll girl.

Your name is SHIVIA THANATOS and you just plain FREAK PEOPLE OUT.

There are a number of potential reasons for this. It could be your PITCH BLACK BLOOD, your HELLISH GRIN, your FRIGHTENING DISCOLORED EYES, or your habit of KILLING EVERYTHING AROUND YOU. Upon reflection, it’s most likely that last one. People tend to shy away from serial killers.

You have a number of INTERESTS including practicing your SINGING VOICE, which you are quite proud of. You use to hope that one day you would be known for your LYRICAL VOCAL MELODIES alone, now it’s just a hobby. Sometimes you wish that one day this skill will be something of value, but that’s just a dream. You are also well skilled in ROBOTICS as seen via the many MACHINE SERVANTS you surround yourself with. As an extension of that you also are a half decent PROGRAMMER, mostly specialized in ROBOT COMMAND PROGRAMMING. You need to know you can trust those around you, and at this point the only beings you would trust farther then you could throw are those you PROGRAM.

You have SERIOUS MENTAL ISSUES, to put it mildly. Killing someone gives you a SENSE OF EUPHORIA like nothing else can, yet the sight of a corpse makes you squirm. Part of you wants to just kill and kill and kill till nothing is left on Alternia but you, another part of you recoils at the thought of being that alone. On top of that, though you want to spread death and chaos everywhere, being flat-out told you’re SCARY to your face makes you want to cry, especially if it’s based solely on your APPERENCE. Simply put, you are a MASS OF COTRADICTIONS in most matters, comes with being COO COO FOR COCOE PUFFS.

You have GOOD MOMENTS and you have BAD ones. Sometimes you can pass yourself off as an eccentric but not too unusual individual...who laughs at things a little too much. Other times you can get downright HORRIFYING in your very noticeable instabilities. Worst of all are when you have an EPISODE. You start freaking out, and acting MUCH more erratic than normal. You would rather not describe those moments, but you feel if you ever completely LOSE YOUR MIND it will be during one of these. You can feel it come loose every time you have one. One day, you won’t come back from them.

You’re LUSUS is dead, taken on THAT FATEFUL NIGHT along with your original HIVE, your ONLY FRIEND IN THE WORLD, and your ABILITY TO TRUST ANYONE. That was also the night that you COMPLETELY SNAPPED and started KILLING ON A WHIM. In short, describing said LUSUS is a waste of time. That night was the start of your DECENT INTO DARKNESS, but you were always a little off to be honest.

Your HIVE is little more than a CAVE set HIGH IN THE MOUNTAINS. It is only here that your FREAKISH BLOOD TYPE is not an issue. You have expanded it to a more ACCEPTABLE SIZE with the help of your ROBOT MINIONS. They fill the roll your Lusus should have, although they can’t think or feel, so it’s not quite the same. It is here that you service your SCYTHES, tinker with your ROBOTS, and plan your next ASSASSINATION. You may decide to play a FLARP game that ends in the other person dying, or you may just invade a hive at random and KILL THE OCCUPANT. It will depend on your mood. Picking off the entire ALTERNIEN POPULATION one troll at a time has earned you the nickname BLACK DEATH.

You are gifted with a rather unique MENTAL ABILITY, or rather an ANTI- MENTAL ABILITY. You know that resistance to mental attacks HIGH BLOODS have more of than LOW BLOODS do? Turns out you have a super version of that. No one seems to be able to mentally influence you or read your thoughts. You sometimes suspect that your many murders have called a SWARM OF GHOSTS to follow you everywhere, but this mental shield keeps you from even glancing at them. No one but someone who can SEE THE DEAD will see the virtual OCEAN of dead souls that follow you around.

Naturally a PSYONIC BLAST would fry you like it would anyone else despite your mental shield, but you can’t have everything. It only works on thoughts and non-physical powers. This ability has leaded you to wonder if you could survive the VAST GLUB. At the very least you would be the last to die on ALTERNIA if it happened, and you would get a moment to enjoy the fact that everyone else was dead first.

You’re INSANE, an unrepentant MASS MURDERER, an UTTER MONSTER in the eyes of most, and you will most likely LIVE ALONE FOREVER. Despite that...you’ve been chatting with some other trolls recently. Your true identity is hidden from them, less they never speak again out of fear. You keep telling yourself that it’s just a distraction, that they deserve to die just like everyone else, but the thought of them being gone makes a PART OF YOU HURT. A part you thought died years ago. You’ve marked their hive locations. You’re not sure if it’s for their eventual death, or to make sure you don’t do it by accident.

With your mind falling slowly into the deepest depths of madness, and what must be near the record of SOLO MURDERS one Alternia by now, you have given up hope of ever leaving the twisted life you now live. Sometimes, though, when you’re all alone on quiet nights...you sing to the empty sky, and wish someone would save you from yourself...

Your chat handle is executionerSong and you sometimes replace your spaces _with_underscores_to_ form_a_scythe_)

(Like this: _____)
See, it’s a sweet scythe!)

Land: Land of Towers and Moonlight
Title: Slyph of
Strife Specibi: scythekind
Sylladex: rubix cube
Moon: Derse

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(First AlterniaBound sprite contributed by SandieSandwicheadman)

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excellent work, dude!! i can tell that you care a lot about this character. great job fleshing her out!

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looks sufficiently feminine to me. |D and luctus. (yo if he busts out the camera you might want to hide)

Oh goodness. Run Corynn, run!

[Blausky]

Heres my first attempt at an AB sprite

I'm not done with her just yet, but I have to go to class.
I'm also a bit curious too see what you guys think of it. c:

[Captain Whosit]

Why do you do this to me? I have other things to do! I can't spend all my time fiddling around with sprites. Oh well. Hopefully it's out of system. For now.

Didn't really turn out like it did in my brain, but I blame that on the size of Shivia's teeth, since her mouth ends up being taller than Terezi's but hopefully it approaches acceptability, though there's still a lot more motion than I wanted.

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By-product was a more talky animation.

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@Blausky: Not bad. I suppose the ears are a bit off-putting simply because HS characters aren't depicted with them. *shrugs*

[Flamerider64]

There's parts that need more shading, and at the same time, some that could do without it.
The hair and ears respectively.
Though you might not need to do hair shading if you add one detail.
Lines on the outside are thicker than lines on the inside.

[Marshmellow]

It is so odd to see ears on an AB sprite! x3

Not that they look bad, of course :3 It is just not part of the style usually!

She's really rockin' the hoodie look though ;3

[Flamerider64]

She's really rockin' the hoodie look though ;3

Oh, right, that.
Yeah that deserves a mention more for the execution.

[Ameba Feroz]

I made a new picture for Linnd, notice how much i suck at this:



"Squishy, everyone is so fucking squishy"

I can't seem to get better at this

[Two Seconds Lighter]

(( Finally I get this guy's profile up. Took me long enough. ))



Your name is Braith Miekka.

Besides being one of the very few waiters at the TROLLSLUM CAFE’, which, by the way, wasn’t your first choice of a job, you have a number of occupations that you do on the side to earn your keep. This is a very good thing, because you possess STRANGE LEVELS OF ATTACHMENT to INANIMATE OBJECTS, and they can only be satisfied by a little bit of UNECESSARY HOARDING.

Your favorite HOBBY consists of SWORD TRAINING, and very little besides. As you’ve been working on it for a GREAT PORTION of your LIFE, you’ve become very adept at it. (The troll equivalent of) BROADSWORDS and RAPIERS are your FAVORITES, but you can also use a WAKIZASHI if the situation demands it. This is something born of necessity, rather than simple interest. Your LUSUS is rather SMALL and WEAK, and you spent many of your younger years protecting it instead of the reverse. It’s no wonder you’ve ALMOST DIED TWO TIMES, and have a great number of scars to prove it.

You have a tendency to be OVERPROTECTIVE of those who manage to grow close to you, as an earned habit. This is especially true for those of your friends who are younger than you. Other trolls your age find it hard to get you open up past talking about business. This suits you just fine, because even as a BLUE BLOOD you're content to simply give the people what they want if they're not going to give you a problem in exchange. But you are by no means meek.

Your trolltag is grayscaleAcupuncture and You lik3 the roundn3ss of thr33s for som3 r3ason. (this quirk subject to change.)

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- trolltag: grayscaleAcupuncture
-text colour: #5b5b5b
-blood colour: #0a009d
- typing quirk: Puts a 3 in 3hich3v3r plac3s h3 thinks 3ork. (possibly changable.)
-Lusus: ??? (opinions, if you don't mind.)
-(possible) SGRUB details:
Strife Specibi- Bladekind, Longswordkind
Fetch Modus- Slice Modus: similar to Pictionary modus, except you must draw the item you want by cutting out its shape in the air with a sharp instrument. Or the Waiter Modus: You earn points for every customer served to contentment, lose points for those who hated the service. A certain number of points is required to withdraw items from any card.
Made to Traverse: Land of Oil & Illusion
Title: Ally of Impact

AND FANART:

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[Panzerbear]

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Be the wild child.

Your name is Dazuli Malopa, and you don't mind being thought of as a wild child, though you're not sure what a child really is! And even if you did, you're probably not THAT young, what with your whole eight sweeps of age! But the wild part probably comes from spending next to no time in your hive, instead preferring to play outdoors and actually engage in physical contact with your fellow trolls! This is mainly done via extreme roleplaying, as most of your peers are sticks in the mud that won't leave their hive if it's just something that can be done via text. Granted, finding people to play with can be a little difficult, as it's fairly well known that you have no real concept of personal space.

That's right, the world is your jungle gym, and people are PART of the world! So are animals, for that matter! You love climbing on things to see how high you can get, but it worries your bristleback baconbeast lusus, Bebop, who can't climb at all. You named her that because you just love how the word sounds. You're also known for making a lot of weird noises just because they amuse you, or because you're trying to pretend you're some kind of animal. You also like to pretend other people know what the hell you're saying when you're growling, purring, barking, grunting, chirping, neighing, and so on at them.

Okay, so communication isn't exactly your forte, but you're generally enthusiastic and emphatic enough to get your point across. Those who lack the patience for your antics and try to smack you learn that you're by no means shy when it comes to biting. In fact, your strife portfolio is littered with kind abstrati related to combat requiring you to use your body as a weapon (or, in some cases, someone else's body) - headkind, clawkind, toothkind, fistkind, footkind, limbkind, and hornkind.

You have a tendency to adopt wild animals and bring them back to your hive, though most of them bolt at the first opportunity. This might be due in part to them also doubling as food when it's necessary. You are, after all, quite carnivorous, and prefer your food raw and wriggling. After all, REAL animals don't cook, unless they're musclebeast butlers (which you admit are probably the best butlers ever). Or if they breathe fire, but that doesn't count. You at least have the foresight to have proper pens built for your animal friends, and your hive has been repeatedly extended to account for new or large additions. Granted, the large ones still have a pretty easy time of getting out.

A self-proclaimed fashion aficionado (emphasis on self-proclaimed), you sometimes wear clothing that you've made yourself. Granted, this is largely limited to the cured hides and furs of previous occupants of your zoo, and you aren't exactly an expert on the finer details when it comes to the art of sewing. Sometimes, you have to tap a tailor friend for favors, though you're always sure to pay them handsomely with surplus furs and meat! None can match the trapping skills of Miss Dazuli Malopa, nobody!

Oddly enough, you've never had need of sopor slime. You don't realize it, but this is because the standard nightmares wrought by being a troll are replaced by prophetic visions spanning all of paradox space. Sometimes, you'll draw what you saw in your dreams, but you're just pretty sure your sleeping mind has a wild imagination! Trolls with white skin and no horns? More people with candy cane horns? Massive meteor showers? It makes you giggle to think how utterly ridiculous such things are. Your lack of nightmares makes it rather easy to fall asleep in trees and the like if you've been out too long when traveling abroad, though if you do this too often, you come home to a hive filled with extremely angry hungry animal friends. Or they've broken loose and started eating each other. You do your best to be efficient about cleaning up the mess when the latter is the case.

Your trolltag is cantankerousIndulgence, and you may have broken a button on your waptop shortwy after registering your trowwtag. :'3

[uncannyUroboros]

I made a few more Alterniabound expressions for Charon. They would probably look a lot better if I actually had the ability to sprite decent poses other than changing the eyes and mouth.

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and what emotion is what is behind this lovely spoiler:

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Top left: Sad. "aaWW,, THaaT''S NooT VeeRY NiiCee.."
Top middle: Talking. "HeeLLoo.."
Top right: Stunned/ :| face. "WHaaT.."
Middle left: Confused? Annoyed? Idk. "ii''M NooT FooLLooWiiNG...... SPeeaaK CLeeaaRLY,, STuuPiiD!!"
Middle um, middle: Angry. "uuGH.. Yoouu HaaVee Noo iiDeeaa WHaaT GooooD FiiCTiiooN iiS,, Doo Yoouu??"
Middle right: um, moving on now... "HaaHaaHaaHaa!! LooooK aaT aaLL THee PReeTTY CooLoouuRS!! :"
Bottom left: Neutral. ":)"
Bottom middle: Laughing/Smiling. "HaaHaaHaaHaa :)"
Bottom right: Blinking. I don't know why I put this on here.

Wanna do some backstory thing where my guy AL is the one who injured your guy's lusus? They can totally be best kismesisses.

[Captain Whosit]

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Be the wild child.

Your name is Dazuli Malopa, and you don't mind being thought of as a wild child, though you're not sure what a child really is! And even if you did, you're probably not THAT young, what with your whole eight sweeps of age! But the wild part probably comes from spending next to no time in your hive, instead preferring to play outdoors and actually engage in physical contact with your fellow trolls! This is mainly done via extreme roleplaying, as most of your peers are sticks in the mud that won't leave their hive if it's just something that can be done via text. Granted, finding people to play with can be a little difficult, as it's fairly well known that you have no real concept of personal space.

That's right, the world is your jungle gym, and people are PART of the world! So are animals, for that matter! You love climbing on things to see how high you can get, but it worries your bristleback baconbeast lusus, Bebop, who can't climb at all. You named her that because you just love how the word sounds. You're also known for making a lot of weird noises just because they amuse you, or because you're trying to pretend you're some kind of animal. You also like to pretend other people know what the hell you're saying when you're growling, purring, barking, grunting, chirping, neighing, and so on at them.

Okay, so communication isn't exactly your forte, but you're generally enthusiastic and emphatic enough to get your point across. Those who lack the patience for your antics and try to smack you learn that you're by no means shy when it comes to biting. In fact, your strife portfolio is littered with kind abstrati related to combat requiring you to use your body as a weapon (or, in some cases, someone else's body) - headkind, clawkind, toothkind, fistkind, footkind, limbkind, and hornkind.

You have a tendency to adopt wild animals and bring them back to your hive, though most of them bolt at the first opportunity. This might be due in part to them also doubling as food when it's necessary. You are, after all, quite carnivorous, and prefer your food raw and wriggling. After all, REAL animals don't cook, unless they're musclebeast butlers (which you admit are probably the best butlers ever). Or if they breathe fire, but that doesn't count. You at least have the foresight to have proper pens built for your animal friends, and your hive has been repeatedly extended to account for new or large additions. Granted, the large ones still have a pretty easy time of getting out.

A self-proclaimed fashion aficionado (emphasis on self-proclaimed), you sometimes wear clothing that you've made yourself. Granted, this is largely limited to the cured hides and furs of previous occupants of your zoo, and you aren't exactly an expert on the finer details when it comes to the art of sewing. Sometimes, you have to tap a tailor friend for favors, though you're always sure to pay them handsomely with surplus furs and meat! None can match the trapping skills of Miss Dazuli Malopa, nobody!

Oddly enough, you've never had need of sopor slime. You don't realize it, but this is because the standard nightmares wrought by being a troll are replaced by prophetic visions spanning all of paradox space. Sometimes, you'll draw what you saw in your dreams, but you're just pretty sure your sleeping mind has a wild imagination! Trolls with white skin and no horns? More people with candy cane horns? Massive meteor showers? It makes you giggle to think how utterly ridiculous such things are. Your lack of nightmares makes it rather easy to fall asleep in trees and the like if you've been out too long when traveling abroad, though if you do this too often, you come home to a hive filled with extremely angry hungry animal friends. Or they've broken loose and started eating each other. You do your best to be efficient about cleaning up the mess when the latter is the case.

Your trolltag is cantankerousIndulgence, and you may have broken a button on your waptop shortwy after registering your trowwtag. :'3

Having read the description, I think that it's funny that the first thought that came to my mind when I saw the picture was "librarian." Well, never judge a book (or troll) by the cover. Anyway, like the design and description. And the lusus.

[scintillatingMoniker]

wll hllo thr...

WHY IS HE SO TINY COMPARED TO OTHER TROLLS'S SPRITES I SUCK AT THIS AAUGH

[privateTenderloin]

(I've been reading for a while and joined the forum today just so I could get in on some of this, I haven't done much roleplaying in quite some time unfortunately.

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My spriting skills are terribly dreadful so if someone could sprite this fella here for me that'd be awesome. Thanks.

> Be the really strict one.

You are now RYUS MOAD.

You are a very strange boy. You are almost seven solar sweeps old. You are not very creative or fast-witted so you prefer that others tell you what to do, but only your friends. You like to follow protocol, although no one really knows where you come up with it with your lack of creativity and whatnot. Even though it's against protocol you would really like to grow your hair out but your lusus keeps cutting it in your sleep. You also really like the taste of meat, pretty much any kind will do. Though you're decently high up on the hemospectrum you tend to pretty much ignore it entirely for your own protocol. Though lately you're not even sure about your protocol anymore.

You have a lot of secrets that you are a bit embarrassed about. You have a secret weakness for cute things but you try not show it, secretly. You wear a hat to hide some of your most secret secrets and as such your hat is very important to you, and secretive, you don't know what you'd do without your hat. (Probably flip the fuck out) You also hate sleeping because your dreams scare the living hell out of you, you avoid sleeping, secretly or otherwise, at all costs. You hope to one day tell your friends some of your embarrassing secrets but you're just to secretly embarrassed about it. (Though they probably know already.)

Apparently you had a secret that even you didn't know about. Apparently there was another troll inside of your head names Roazex. He, ~Taalks liikee thiis.~~~ and has so far been very rude to you and your friends. (Especially since he had you eaten by the boogeytroll.)

Your strife specibus is chairkind and mostly consists of you hurling chairs and stools and such at your foes. How you attained it is another one of your many secrety secrets but it's decently effective so people don't question you about it too much.

Your trolltag is privateTenderloin and your quirk is I don't even know if I have a quirk anymore, sir.

[Two Seconds Lighter]

wll hllo thr...

H3llo.
Is th3r3 som3thing you 3anted?

(( congrats on your first troll, private! He's a really nice one.))

[Captain Whosit]

(I hope I'm doing this right. Feels weird doing stuff like this again after such a long time)

Why you should feel weird in this kind of company I cannot even imagine. I should be downright embarrassed by my antics but whatever it's cool. I'd love to sprite the guy, but my skills don't really extend beyond modifications at this point, but I'm pretty sure someone will jump all over it sooner or later. Hmm... wonder if this is one of those rare hornless trolls, or if his horns are just especially nubby. :P Anyway, seems like a pretty nice character design, and I think we could all do with some more trolls that aren't raving psychopaths, heh heh heh.

[scintillatingMoniker]

oh ys, thr is somthing...



I feel... Wrong whenever I write for this troll.

Mission successful?

[BewareOfNerd]

>Panzerbear: Post a third profile in under 24 hours.

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Be the wild child.

Your name is Dazuli Malopa, and you don't mind being thought of as a wild child, though you're not sure what a child really is! And even if you did, you're probably not THAT young, what with your whole eight sweeps of age! But the wild part probably comes from spending next to no time in your hive, instead preferring to play outdoors and actually engage in physical contact with your fellow trolls! This is mainly done via extreme roleplaying, as most of your peers are sticks in the mud that won't leave their hive if it's just something that can be done via text. Granted, finding people to play with can be a little difficult, as it's fairly well known that you have no real concept of personal space.

That's right, the world is your jungle gym, and people are PART of the world! So are animals, for that matter! You love climbing on things to see how high you can get, but it worries your bristleback baconbeast lusus, Bebop, who can't climb at all. You named her that because you just love how the word sounds. You're also known for making a lot of weird noises just because they amuse you, or because you're trying to pretend you're some kind of animal. You also like to pretend other people know what the hell you're saying when you're growling, purring, barking, grunting, chirping, neighing, and so on at them.

Okay, so communication isn't exactly your forte, but you're generally enthusiastic and emphatic enough to get your point across. Those who lack the patience for your antics and try to smack you learn that you're by no means shy when it comes to biting. In fact, your strife portfolio is littered with kind abstrati related to combat requiring you to use your body as a weapon (or, in some cases, someone else's body) - headkind, clawkind, toothkind, fistkind, footkind, limbkind, and hornkind.

You have a tendency to adopt wild animals and bring them back to your hive, though most of them bolt at the first opportunity. This might be due in part to them also doubling as food when it's necessary. You are, after all, quite carnivorous, and prefer your food raw and wriggling. After all, REAL animals don't cook, unless they're musclebeast butlers (which you admit are probably the best butlers ever). Or if they breathe fire, but that doesn't count. You at least have the foresight to have proper pens built for your animal friends, and your hive has been repeatedly extended to account for new or large additions. Granted, the large ones still have a pretty easy time of getting out.

A self-proclaimed fashion aficionado (emphasis on self-proclaimed), you sometimes wear clothing that you've made yourself. Granted, this is largely limited to the cured hides and furs of previous occupants of your zoo, and you aren't exactly an expert on the finer details when it comes to the art of sewing. Sometimes, you have to tap a tailor friend for favors, though you're always sure to pay them handsomely with surplus furs and meat! None can match the trapping skills of Miss Dazuli Malopa, nobody!

Oddly enough, you've never had need of sopor slime. You don't realize it, but this is because the standard nightmares wrought by being a troll are replaced by prophetic visions spanning all of paradox space. Sometimes, you'll draw what you saw in your dreams, but you're just pretty sure your sleeping mind has a wild imagination! Trolls with white skin and no horns? More people with candy cane horns? Massive meteor showers? It makes you giggle to think how utterly ridiculous such things are. Your lack of nightmares makes it rather easy to fall asleep in trees and the like if you've been out too long when traveling abroad, though if you do this too often, you come home to a hive filled with extremely angry hungry animal friends. Or they've broken loose and started eating each other. You do your best to be efficient about cleaning up the mess when the latter is the case.

Your trolltag is cantankerousIndulgence, and you may have broken a button on your waptop shortwy after registering your trowwtag. :'3

Sit down, Panzerbear. This is an intervention.

[Rio]

God so many cool new trolls!

[privateTenderloin]

Thanks. I'm still debating on how he would handle the more androgynous trolls I've seen. And my spriting skills would be cast into the negative abyss of levels of.... something... They're really really bad.

[Rai-CH]

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I made a few more Alterniabound expressions for Charon. They would probably look a lot better if I actually had the ability to sprite decent poses other than changing the eyes and mouth.

and what emotion is what is behind this lovely spoiler:

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Top left: Sad. "aaWW,, THaaT''S NooT VeeRY NiiCee.."
Top middle: Talking. "HeeLLoo.."
Top right: Stunned/ :| face. "WHaaT.."
Middle left: Confused? Annoyed? Idk. "ii''M NooT FooLLooWiiNG...... SPeeaaK CLeeaaRLY,, STuuPiiD!!"
Middle um, middle: Angry. "uuGH.. Yoouu HaaVee Noo iiDeeaa WHaaT GooooD FiiCTiiooN iiS,, Doo Yoouu??"
Middle right: um, moving on now... "HaaHaaHaaHaa!! LooooK aaT aaLL THee PReeTTY CooLoouuRS!! :"
Bottom left: Neutral. ":)"
Bottom middle: Laughing/Smiling. "HaaHaaHaaHaa :)"
Bottom right: Blinking. I don't know why I put this on here.

Wanna do some backstory thing where my guy AL is the one who injured your guy's lusus? They can totally be best kismesisses.

Sure! I was actually going to create the troll who caused the incident, but I couldn't think up a decent personality other than "they hunt lusii lol". Plus Charon needs friends of some sort, even if it's in a blackrom quadrant XD

Except, I've never done an RP/backstory thing before. To be honest, I have no idea what to do now! /fails at life.