TROLLSLUM 7: No roleplaying. Profiles only. FINAL DESTINATION.

**eruditeScholar** · 04-06-2011, 08:47 PM

Gold star to whoever guesses the very clear inspiration for this character that I have not already told. Even the costume is a callback.

>Be everyone's best friend

You are Temarv Setier.

And it's true! You fashion yourself as a charismatic buddy to chat with, a shoulder to lean on, a pair of listening ears, a friendly face willing to give any sort of advice, a host to lend you a recuperacoon when some psycho burns down your hive, someone you can always count on to help you get out of a bind. And you do a good job at that! Especially with highbloods: it's always better to be on their good side. However, the sincerity of your actions, while you hide it behind sweeps of experiences, is the complete opposite: really, you couldn't give a single shit in the world about the well being of anyone except for yourself. Getting on everyone's good side is just a way to keep yourself around and standing at the top of the pile and in the best situation possible. Which is why you typically suck up to the highbloods even more: everything has a price, and they're better able to repay what you do. You're also not ashamed to admit that the wealth and easy living of the aristocratic castes is much more appealing to the filth of the orange that you were born into. It's a woofbeast eat woofbeast world out there, and only the cunning and strong survive and come out on top, something that the rich idiots don't seem to realize: which is why you're going to fight tooth and nail with every underhanded trick in the book to be the master of the game. If it means screwing your actual friends over, manipulating others against each other, or framing another for some sort of crime, you will do it. That's not to say that you are incapable of genuine friendships. But -you- come first.

But other than talking to people, how do you work out advancement? Well, you're always willing to do your friends a favor! You allow yourself to be hired out of a butler for anyone (so long as their payment is good), allowing you closer interactions. When you prove to be good at what you do, see, people start to place a certain trust in you, y'know? Like a bartender almost. Of course, little do your customers know that as you're dusting their nick-nacks off, sometimes one that really catches your eye has a... tendency to fall into your pocket. It's not like the highbloods even notice. The lowbloods would as a rule for simply having less stuff, but if you're sure you can get away with the theft, them simply being closer to you on the spectrum won't stop you. You don't clean too carefully, though: you have to ensure that people seek you out again in good time! And cleaning isn't all that you do! You have trained in the culinary arts over the sweeps, cooking being one of your prime interests, and once more for a price you are more than willing to treat a customer to a filling meal, dishes of their choice, of course (though little does the unexperienced diner know that you more than often sneak cheap or mock-up food by them). If you can't trust the person who gives you food, who can you trust, y'know? And the fun doesn't stop there! In recent sweeps, you have started to look into the ways of an all-purpose handytroll to fix up household objects, plumbing, and electricity to expand your horizons even more.

Insofar as less practical skills and hobbies, you have tried your hand at an even broader variety of activities, but you're pretty terrible at most. When you aren't working, though, you enjoy cooking for yourself, brewing your own liquors and alcohols, and working on more ways to con other trolls through various counterfeits and schemes. Not doing this, you are a tad fond of reading the speeches and works of great thinkers and speakers to work on your own charisma: you will never rest from your goal until you are there: the easy life. Of course, spending so much time working on tricks have left you quite capable of spotting when someone is attempting to deceive you or another, which is always a fine skill to have.

Your trolltag is conscientiousValet and “you speak with a 'ittle accent you 'ave made a 'abit of speakin' in"

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**electronicgoat** · 04-07-2011, 12:39 AM

>Enter name: Chevre Echecs.

Your name is CHEVRE ECHECS, and you- and you...
Er.
Your name is CHEVRE ECHECS, and you are a 6 sweeps old boy. You are a fairly rich, blue-blood troll of respectable caste, but you don't let that go to your head. You live in a huge mansion, that is burgeoning with ROBOTS. Robots, robots, robots. There's a robot in the bathroom. However unapproachable this army of metal service bots seemed at first, you have grown to like them. You are quite interested in how they work, and have spent a fair amount of time tinkering with them, which has ended in various rooms of your mansion being permanently removed. But with enough failure comes success, and you are now quite advanced in making technology.
Speaking of technology, you also like guns. They are relaxing and soothing, and the only things that make you feel safe. Perfectly safe. Also, shooting robots you used to find very satisfying, but it now bores you, due to your current lack of explosives to stuff in the robots.
Your lusus is a terrifying abomination that most resembles a giant skull. It digs it's way in tunnels far below your mansion, and emerges about every half a perigree, when you are forced to feed it your robots. You don't talk about it much.
As for your personality, you are a little bit nervous. You can be very forgetful, twitchy, and sometimes experience nervous breakdowns. Sadly, these are all quirks you have had to work through. But most of the time, you are completely okay. Okay.
You often use a program called Trollian to communicate with others. It is a simple thing, and rather fun to play with. You choose to remain anonymous in your blood color on this site, so as to not embarrass the rust-bloods. Your trolltag is corkscrewMessenger and you talk clearly with no falter or typo, making no mis- uh, mistake. Making no mistake as you continue your sentence. Right?

**Araiss** · 04-07-2011, 03:14 PM

==>Be the calm and collective troll

==>You fail at being such a troll

Your name is Reppir Roodoo and you're 10 sweeps old. You are sort of a mute, you can't talk at all but you can utter sound, said sound being laughter, which you don't mind at all because you love to laugh. Though you can't talk you are able to communicate with others because you can write with both your legs and hands, though you'd rather just use your telepathy to communicate since it's much easier.

Now besides heheahhiyahah...collecting a few things such as tnt and other explosive items you find yourself to be a perfectly normal blueblooded troll.

==>...

Okay, you're pretty much insane, you can function normally when you need or want to, but at the sounds of loud noises, surprises, or pretty much anything unexpected you go shithive and can't stop laughing, even in your mind sometimes. You've even been sent away a couple of times because of this, but you've esca-er..have been released just as many times. You've even wrote books on your time in lock up, as well as psychology books.

Your trolltag is insaneDoctorate and hehehhe hoohahahahii(all you do is laugh). You use two strife specubi, TNTkind and NTRkind(nitro kind). You also use the Guess Who modus. If you played sburb/sgrub your land would be the land of white and fire, and your title would be the Thane of Rage

**Teslamagnetic Integration** · 04-07-2011, 09:08 PM

=> Be the charismatic jackass.

Your name is ZACKAR JOLNUR. You are 8.5 SWEEPS OLD, and have PURPLE BLOOD. YOU ARE A SEADWELLER, but your fins are too small and angular to be seen thanks to your ODD HAIR.

You are VERY CHARISMATIC, and tend to HIT ON ANYTHING THAT IS FEMALE AND ATTRACTIVE, because you LOVE DEM DERE CURVES MAN. Of course, often times it's just to see their faces react, though you don't mind pailing. YOU TEND TO WEAR SUNGLASSES A LOT because you rather not show your eyes.

You have POWERS thanks to a mutation somewhere, where you CAN MANIPULATE ELECTRICITY. You have more or less MASTERED this ability by now, and use it LIKE A TOY. Much to your LUSUS's chagrin.

Your lusus is a FLYING EEL that can TAZE anything it seems a threat. You see your lusus less as a parent, AND MORE AS A BRO.

You love making lewd jokes at everyone's expense, mostly because you love how they react. No real perversion is involved because FRANKLY YOU DO NOT CARE. Because of your blood, you are ON THE TOP OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM. However, you hate being formal unless fucking with someone, and as a result TELL EVERYONE TO NOT CALL YOU SIR. You hate the word sir. Unless you're using it.

Your trolltag is ceruleanAdonis, and Ya tend ta talk a li'l funny, nah? Kinda puts off the ladies, nah, nah?, and your STRIFE SPECIBUS is the pistolKind.

**Rio** · 04-07-2011, 11:13 PM

==>Be the timid seadweller

You are now the timid sea dweller.

You are Anahia Sandis, and you are 8.31 sweeps. You are sort of a coward. When you are unnoticed by others you are rather normal for your age, but once someone begins to talk to you you are pretty shy and timid and awkward. You guess you're friendly? Maybe? I don't know. You are sort of weird like that. You are a sea dweller, and you are pretty damn high up on the hemospectrum. Great things were expected of you, but you stepped down and out of the limelight. Now hardly anyone knows you. You are pretty damn okay with that.

You are interested in only a few things. You like studying aquatic life, ship wrecks and the ocean currents. You also enjoy sewing. Sometimes you just sew random pieces of cloth together, just because you find it so fun. You are sort of bad at actually making anything decent though. You also enjoy comedic movies of any sort. Parodies, romcoms, you name it, you love it. You also like going new places and learning new things except you are often too shy for that.

Your hive is a sand castle in an underwater cavern, where your sea turtle lusus hatched. That was ages ago though. She tells you that you are at least he third troll she has raised. God she's so old. She sometimes asks you to get something for her to eat, but usually it's pretty calm since she mostly eats seaweed and such. You think she's the best lusus ever though, since she takes you exploring in the ocean. You've found beautiful reefs, sunken ships and treasure this way.

You are also sort of stabhappy. You're not cool with that, though. You mostly stab people who are total dicks to you, or you just throw a knife at them. You enjoy juggling your knives, and you have quite a few. You're secretly proud that you've never actually killed someone though. At least, that you know of. Sometimes you get some joy out of stabbing people though. Thats something you aren't proud of. Did I mention you're kind of weird?

Your trolltag is silentWanderer and you replac= your ='s with =quals.

**ZDG** · 04-08-2011, 04:32 AM

THE BASES HAVE BEEN UPDATED

THIS IS THE LASTEST VERSION OF THE BASES AND THUS SHOULD BE PLACED IN THE OP

**Metaflare** · 04-08-2011, 05:34 PM

Originally Posted by ZDG

THE BASES HAVE BEEN UPDATED

THIS IS THE LASTEST VERSION OF THE BASES AND THUS SHOULD BE PLACED IN THE OP

Where's the Time symbol?

**polarBaroness** · 04-08-2011, 09:50 PM

Originally Posted by Araiss

Ripper Roo? o:

**Araiss** · 04-08-2011, 10:04 PM

Originally Posted by polarBaroness

Originally Posted by Araiss

Ripper Roo? o:

You are correct

**Rift Slaad** · 04-09-2011, 09:07 AM

>Be the dead troll

Your name is Festim Animas and for the last time you are not dead.

But you might as well be. Your overprotective HIVE MIND lusus seems keen on NOT LETTING ANYONE GET NEAR YOU, even at the ripe age of SEVEN SWEEPS. The only time you are allowed to be seen in public is when GOING OUT FOR FOOD AND OTHER STUFF, which in itself is an awkward procedure. Otherwise you wander around ABANDONED BATTLEFIELDS and LOOT THEM.

You also like to ANNOY SUBJUGGULATORS, a hobby that would get any ordinary lowblood culled. Unfortunately, you have NO IDEA WHAT PARTICULAR COLOR YOU BLEED, and you lusus doesn't seem like he's about to LET YOU FIND OUT. As such, you have no idea where you stand in the caste system, and can pretty much DO WHATEVER YOU FEEL LIKE DOING. Anyone who tries to stop you ends up with a gap in between their head and the rest of them.

You lusus lets you use Trollian, however. Your trolltag is colossalCorruption and you attempt to speack in a perfecktly normal manner.

If you played Sgrub your title would be Lord of Death in the Land of Milk and Honey.

**Thunder Reign** · 04-09-2011, 09:21 AM

>Be the revamped troll.
That's a little vague!
>Fine, be the first member of the ~dynamic roleplaying trio~.

Your name is RONINA LOKINE.

As a BLUE BLOOD, your life has been pretty nice- perhaps a bit too nice. Your lovely CLIFFTOP HIVE is tucked in the midst of several other aristocratic dwellings, and for as long as you can remember you have been the eternal companion of your FLIGHTY HIGHBLOODED NEIGHBOURS. Your quiet nature and PERFECT MANNERS meant that you're a doormat for anyone who walks past, and your fear of GETTING CULLED OUT OF THE BLUE- something that isn't at all irrational in troll culture- means that you're totally unable to turn anyone down. Of course, you can defend yourself, and your skills with the NEEDLEKIND strife specibus have left many an opponent reeling, but you have a primarily PEACEFUL nature. As far as all your social contacts are concerned, you are a perfectly normal troll; you dress plainly, practice your fighting daily and even have very faint traces of RED and BLACK romance on your horizons. However, you have a SECRET. A secret so dire that only two others know of it, and they have both sworn on their lives never to tell others.

You like to pretend you are a PINKBLOODED CYBORG FASHIONISTA.

Whenever you've finished your social duties, whenever you have time to SNEAK AWAY TO YOUR HUSKTOP, you hop onto your secret ROLEPLAY SERVER and make contact with your two best friends- dare you say it, your TWO MOIRAILS. And it is here, in your server that you've taken heavy measures to ensure that nobody else can invade, that you EXPRESS YOUR TRUE SELF. Night in and night out you ROLEPLAY, opting to use the medium of text instead of the far more dangerous FLARP, and a side of you comes out that you feel you'd never be able to show to those who know you as RONINA instead of the steel-and-lace clad LOLITA ROCKET. But it's alright. One day you'll meet your two friends face to face, and the three of you will become the most UNSTOPPABLE TRIO the planet has ever seen!

...if you can work up the courage to go. You're.... sort of really shy.

Your trollTag is jejuneJezebel and you have a spe-ech impediment that translates to you slap-ping a dash betwe-en double let-ters. ):')

**DarkParable** · 04-09-2011, 10:56 AM

==> Be the paranoid, disdainful skeptic.

Your name is Xeidia Chyzai, and for the past 9.25 sweeps you've been constantly paranoid about everyone and everything around you.

Ever since the trial caverns and being selected by your lusus, a giant WATER SCORPION, you've been instilled with the teachings of KILL OR BE KILLED; that doesn't exactly mean you liked it. Given your high place on the hemospectrum, you are not one of the top, but VERY CLOSE. This also has the unfortunate side effect of meaning that at any moment, another seadweller could be gunning for you in order to bring themselves one step up in line. Having learned that this was simply the way of life, instead of toughening yourself up for a difficult life of FIGHTING OFF ATTACKERS and BEING BADASS, you simply chose to run and hide in the deepest, coldest fissure on the ocean bed, far from anyone else. Though you truly believe in the spectrum and all of its rules, being killed does not strike you as something that you'd like to experience.

==> Examine interests.

Having successfully hidden yourself away from potential aggrievers, you quickly set out and established a connection to the GRUBNET. Following that, you picked up some INTERESTS that you figures suited someone of your stature. First off, browsing around the net, you stumbled across a site dedicated to nothing but ORCHESTRATED MUSIC. Quickly you fell in love with the beautiful SYMPHONIES and wonderful MELODIES, and now have something of a huge fondness for any sort of classical piece. God you could just sit in your respiteblock forever and lose yourself in those HAUNTING REFRAINS... but enough about that for now. You're a busy girl and you have plenty of things to cover.

In addition to your love of orchestrations, you've picked up the more active hobby of CATCHING FISH and then STUDYING THEM. So far you've catalogued over 100 different species of cuttlefish, rainbowfish, squids, whales, anglerfish... the list goes on and on. You could probably bore even a LEGISLACERATOR with all the tedious detail and paperwork you have on each individual catch you've made. Somewhere along the way, however, you've also developed something of a BAD HABIT; you like to lurk and watch trolls from afar. Nothing like stalking, no, not like that at all... more like just... troll-watching. You'll sometimes follow a troll walking along the coastline for miles and miles just to see what he'll do. Sometimes you even conduct experiments, leaving items along the coast for trolls to find, writing down what they do with each one.

You are so weird.

Finally, you make it a hobby to HATE FLARP. Yes, that's right, one of your interests is to quash other's interests, namely when the aforementioned interests are FLARP. You don't have any particular reason, you just hate the stupid game. So crass, so vulgar, all those useless documents and idiotic titles, the gaudy costumes and the waste of good trolls on a puerile game. It makes you ANGRY just thinking about it, so focus on something else now please.

==> Set Kind Abstratus and Fetch Modus.

Already have those done. You use BLADEKIND, which needs no real explanation. Your modi is set to the FEAR MODUS, something you've not yet been able to offload onto anyone else, mostly for the fact you don't really know anyone else. Also because you can't use the modus around another person, else you want to summon an ABSTRACT REPRESENTATION OF YOUR DEEPEST FEARS.

Of course, nobody wants that.

==> Call lusus.

You don't need to! Lady Venombite is always by your side... whenever she's home, that is. Your lusus is a rather large WATER SCORPION, very protective of you and always patrolling around your hive whenever she decides to be around. Often she will wander off somewhere in the ocean, and you've become accustomed to having her gone for days on end. You love her anyway.

==> Wrap this up.

Yup! You stop hugging Lady Venombite and get onto your husktop, logging into Trollian. Seeing as how it's one of the only ways you really MAKE FRIENDS, you have plenty of contacts.

Your trolltag is monomanicSuperiority and <}(your "lusus", so to speak, is always guarding you no matter what.)=J

If you ever happen to play a game called SGRUB, you would be the Maid of Thought in the Land of Silence and Fog.

**ZDG** · 04-09-2011, 12:21 PM

> Be the Royal

Your name is CARNAG ONRAID and you are a seadweller of 30 SWEEPS.

Even if you are OLD, you didn't lost any of your IMPRESSIVE STRENGTH AND ENDURANCE.
When you were a GENERAL back in the day, you DEFEATED countless FOES and conquered many PLANETS for the EMPRESS. That gave you quite a lot of AWARDS AND REWARDS, but now you are too OLD to fight, and thus, you were SENT BACK TO ALTERNIA.

Since then you were BORED AS FUCK, you wanted MORE. More HONOR. More MONEY.

And you found a VERY GOOD WAY of getting them. Well, only the latter.

On ALTERNIA, there's quite a lot of BANNED GOODS. YOU simply use your INFLUENCE to make them slip past guards and get MONEY. LOADS OF MONEY. ALWAYS MORE MONEY.

You now got quite a lot of followers, namely two LEGISLACERATORS, a RICH MERCHANT, and many, many others. Yes, you are the head of a SMUGGLING RING. And you are DAMN PROUD OF YOURSELF.

Thanks to your POSITION, you have access to quite a LOT OF RARE ITEMS, namely UNIQUE ARTEFACTS OF GREAT VALUE and OTHER EXPENSIVE THINGS. You bought yourself TROLLASCUS' SCIMITAR, which REFLECTS YOUR WOUNDS BACK AT YOUR OPPONENT.

But enough talk about MONEY AND GOODS.

You are VERY PRIDEFUL because you are a SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSTROLL and you KNOW IT. You like it to RUB IT IN PEOPLE'S FACES, especially LOWBLOODS. Stupid jackasses.

You are FULL OF AUTHORITY and you like to COMMAND PEOPLE. You still are a GENTLETROLL and you are EXTREMELY POLITE WITH LADIES.

Most of the time, you assume the identity of a FRAIL OLD MAN, except when you need to INTERACT WITH YOUR ACCOMPLICES.

You are very good at HIDING YOUR ACTIVITES, the EMPRESS never CAUGHT YOU. Ever.

Your MODUS is SUITCASE. It's EXTREMELY SIMPLE, but it can get a BIT BULKY. A FRIEND OF YOURS hacked it to make it more VERSATILE.

Your KIND ABSTRATUS IS BLADEKIND and you use a TROLLASCUS' SCIMITAR.

You use "Trollian" to communicate with your accomplices. Your handle is aestheticAcrimony and {You give a lot of value to your sentences.}= 150$

**FunkyNinja** · 04-09-2011, 05:57 PM

>Be the beaten up Troll

You are now Chalin Rijurn

You are 7.5 solar sweeps and still on the run.

Three sweeps ago there was an Accident at a Laboratory run by some High-bloods. ever since then you have been on the run from them to avoid being killed. While your blood is actually really darn low on the hemospectrum you try to cover this fact up by Wearing multiple Articles of Blue clothing to fool High-Bloods, and telling them that the red on your shirt represents a Low-blood being hanged. Very few are fooled and they often beat you up.

When you aren't conducting normal business. normal being wandering the streets trying to conduct daily business without getting caught and beaten up by highbloods. you are at your hive, which is connected to the sewers of alternia, but its still pretty sweet on the inside.

You have various Intersts. you enjoy watching TV and writing literature of many kinds. you also have a area in your hive where you conduct experiments on various things that live in the sewers. you would never do an experiment on a deformed troll, even if you did want to most of them scare you. you like to chat with other low-bloods using trollian. you dont flarp, you dont even light roleplay. you dont really enjoy made up fantasies that are made up on the spot. you enjoy Stories that have been given thought. you dont hope to stand up to the high-bloods. you just practice running away.

Your strife specibus is Pole-kind it is extremely useful in escaping high bloods. sometimes you can actually do a small amount of damage to some of them. but you normally just end up running away, did you mention that your really good at being a sissy? you use the Sting Mixer Fetch modus. when you try to get something out of the sylladex it is turned into three cards that are mixed around and only one contains the item. if you guess correctly you get the item, if you guess wrongly you are mildly hurt in some way. it used to just be a Mixer Fetch modus, but some cruel High-Blood stole it and programmed it hurt you whenever you got it wrong.

Your lusus is a Flying Frog With Fangs. his fangs can Poison any creature that isnt a High-Blood. but hes sort of a sissy aswell, and is atleast useful in getways. hes large enough for you to ride on him. so you often travel together.

If Sgrub was a Concern, You are the Knight Of Flight in the Land of Bridges And Islands

Your Trolltag is hiddenCoward and you (S()rt ()f (well kind ()f) ()veruse parenthesis. just T() be safe (fr()m scary highbl()()ds yakn()w?)

**Monster X** · 04-09-2011, 06:05 PM

Originally Posted by FunkyNinja

Your lusus is a Flying Frog With Fangs

amirite

**Panzerbear** · 04-09-2011, 09:40 PM

Be the nervous pessimist.

Your name is Namora Rimorr, and personal experience dictates that it's not pessimism, it's simply being realistic. Whether it's your choice in romantic partners (be they concupiscent or conciliatory), the ultimate fate of any projects you begin, or even just acquiring the basic necessities of life, you have horrid luck. Or at least you would assume that, if you believed in anything like luck. No, you subscribe to notions that could be considered related to karma. Or, at the very least, you very strongly would like to believe that a balancing force exists, because that would provide the clouds with a silver lining. In the interim, though, it's hard to not adopt a 'shit happens' mentality, and work with it from there. That doesn't stop you from dabbling in prognostication, though that's largely due to finding it amusing to prove the portents and omens wrong. That, and a toss of the bones or a shuffle of the cards is aesthetically pleasing to you.

As an inquisishackler, you are tasked with the grim duty of gleaning information from any available source for the glory of the Alternian Empire. While torture is a fairly common method, you're also expected to be able to access what you need electronically, requiring you to be versed in that whole hacking thing that so many are proficient in these days. Only slightly more esoteric is decryption. You do, after all, need to be able to understand what you're reading. And after that, analysis of what you've managed to recover. Sometimes working in intelligence can be a headache, but when you send your findings to the top brass, it's hard not to be pleased with yourself. Even if sometimes your interpretations are way off the mark (hey, it happens to everyone!).

You don't generally admit to it, but staring at text all night and day hasn't lead you to resent the scrawl. Oh, no, you find it to be your one constant companion in life. Your free time is generally spent reading or writing, gazing over the glorious text and developing stories largely fantastical and convoluted. Universes have been created in your mind, the details spread out over lengthy documents, all for your own perusal. Piles of books are jammed into your quarters, each one inspiration for some facet of your work. Sometimes you'll read a passage at random to refresh your memory as to the contents of the book. Other trolls have jokingly (at least, you hope it was a joke) commented that if you could fill pails with these veritable walls of text, you more than likely would. Truth be told, it would probably be more pleasant than the relationships you've been entangled in... Not that you're actually considering it! Gog, that would be awkward!

Really, all of your quadrants are a mess, and only sometimes is that your own fault. Your last count placed you as having thirty five exes, and the vast majority of them were not exactly the most ecstatic when the relationship crumbled. It's fairly easy to resign yourself to the notion that most of the time, you wind up involved with the crazy ones, but often enough you do a decent job of being the one to push their sanity over the edge. This is because your work bleeds into your personal life, and the overanalysis, misinterpretation, and paranoia does an excellent job of making you and your matches completely unable to understand each other in the end. It doesn't help that you tend to expect others to comprehend what's going through your mind simply because it makes sense to you. Like, say, the fact that you kind of obsess over the number six in the name of troll serendipity. Yes, you keep shipping charts, and no, you will not update them until the people involved are, in fact, a multiple of six. After all, anyone left unpaired either prompts you to fill in the space with new trolls, or... trim the hedges, so to speak, until you're at a good number again.

Even when it's your taste in romantic partners that dooms the relationship and not your own neuroses, you tend to blame yourself for things falling apart. Things have degraded to the point where you don't actively pursue anything but the necessary concupiscent relationships, and those only because the imperial drone would reduce you to a lovely smear on the walls if you didn't. You call it a biological imperative. Lowering your standards may make it easier to actually make friends in the first place, but a generally gloomy disposition lends itself toward making sure that it doesn't last. And so you bury yourself in the books again. You find it easiest to put up with people when the majority of your interaction is working on some kind of collaborative fiction with them. But you swear to Gog, if one more of them asks you to illustrate something for them, you will jam your stylus in their eyesocket! ...Not that you use penkind or anything related to it. No, you stick to chainkind like a proper inquisishackler. Except when trimming the hedges, in which case you use chainsawkind.

You hate to admit it, but you're also rather sentimental for a troll, and love incredibly sappy things. Love/Lovehate scenes (no, not those scenes!), tokens of affection, the notion of a happy ending (damnit, not that kind of happy ending!), and adorable awkwardness are things that you do your best to observe, read, collect, whatever method of taking note of these things is applicable to the individual case. But because you're not a psychologist, you're not about to try to interpret why you would like all that mushy stuff after a long interrogation. And you're most certainly not going to admit that you ask completely irrelevant questions to your victims, especially not the questions that pertain to figuring out how they get their social life to function.

Your trolltag is coquettishRepose, and you Generally prefer what others might consider to be entirely too much ram6ling on about nothing in particular, Unless it's particularly pertinent to the conversation at hand, 6ut hey, So long as you let the other guy get a word or two in edgewise, You're pretty sure it's cool, Or something like that,

**Renegade Electron** · 04-10-2011, 06:41 AM

> Be the infuriating and smart one.

Your name is UNDRAE PESIOM.

You're actually one of the smartest TROLLS you know, although based on your history of EGOTISM, that statement is LIKELY TO BE INACCURATE. Your main hobby is RUINING OTHERS' PLANS. You are always the first to poke a HOLE in someone's LOGIC, suggest a REACTION that would nullify the following steps, or create DISTRACTIONS that make things go AWRY. You will do anything to keep OTHERS' PLANS from working, because you hypocritically hate SCHEMERS.

You're also a PESSIMIST. You feel like something WILL GO WRONG if there is ANY SLIM CHANCE of it happening. While this generally applies to you pointing out FLAWS in PLANS, it also gives you a DEFEATIST NATURE towards your own PLOTS. You know a number of PESSIMISTS who claim that they're JUST BEING REALISTIC, but you EMBRACE your NEGATIVITY.

You also like DEBATE. You don't know many people with SIMILAR INTERESTS, so you mainly just DEBATE with IRATUS RATHOR. He tends to EXPLODE IN YOUR FACE after a few of your MORE INCISIVE points, which your INNER SHIPPER tells you is a SIGN OF CALIGINOUS INCLINATION. Asking IRATUS leads to a TIRADE of his blather.

As you briefly mentioned in the LAST PARAGRAPH, you also have a bit of a FONDNESS for SHIPPING. However, you've driven a lot of POTENTIAL ALLIES away with your ATTITUDE, so your SHIPPING WALL just has a few CRACK PAIRINGS.

Your trolltag is negativeTaint and you subtract a-y s-all a-ou-ts of happi-ess fro- the thi-gs you say.

TL;DR:

**whimsicalSentenial** · 04-10-2011, 07:45 AM

>Be the law toting highblood.

As if that would happen.

>Be the crime toting mob boss.

Now that's more like it.

You are Drachama Manoross. These days, you are generally referred to as Don Redblood. You are 20 sweeps old, and one of the most feared and powerful trolls in the galaxy, despite the fact that your blood is quite obviously DARK RED. Being a lowblood, growing up was tough. However, you managed to work your way up the TROLL UNDERWORLD by killing and stealing from those of higher status. Your DOOKBEAST lusus, Euro, has helped you a lot with taking what you want from others as well. The sneaky little bastard is great with getting by COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. This used to FREAK YOU OUT a bit when you were younger, but now you're quite used to it.

Surprisingly, the game FLARP has helped you greatly over the years in the way of combat training and gathering necessary tools to build your way to the top. You have long since acquired vast amounts of weapons, Strife Specibi, and a Strife Portfolio. However, you usually keep these in your personal VAULT, as you only feel the need to use the Pistolkind Strife Specibus most of the time. Your favorite pistol being Ole Sunset. Sometimes you miss galavanting around with your Daggerkind Specibus, hopping around everywhere with that dinky little blade Sharptooth. But you've grown to understand that you always need to be prepared, and there is nothing more prepared or efficient than a single well-aimed BULLET from a small, accurate weapon.

In the troll underworld, at the center of all the troll society's crime, you are the leader of a faction of lowblooded trolls that generally steals from anyone with wealth or power and claims it as your own. It should be quite obvious that you're the MOST WANTED troll in all of the galaxy by the GRAND HIGHBLOOD himself. But the highbloods have yet to even locate where you are first. Utilizing your hordes of henchmen and evasive skills, you are of the few in all of troll society to evade from even the IMPERIAL DRONES. Not that the Grand Highblood would like your genetic code being added to the slurry anyways. It's funny how if it weren't for your rampant PAIL DODGING, you could probably even be considered the Kismesis to the Grand Highblood as well, as no one else even dares to take such a position. However, you've personally decided that only the person who catches you is worthy of being considered your Kismesis. Most who get as far as to come close are personally tested and generally killed in the process. Not that you have any particular interest in either a Kismesis or Matesprite anyways. You're fine with the life of a ridiculously wealthy crime mogul.

Even though you are one of the most selfish and cutthroat trolls, you tend to only kill those that benefit you in doing so. Regardless of whether someone pisses you off EXTREMELY, you won't kill them if they're still a benefit to you. However, you make sure to cut off loose ends and eliminate all liabilities immediately.

You have a couple Sylladex Modi that you tend to switch between. The one you use most is the Price Modus, where in order to use any item you've captchalogued, you have to guess the monetary value that it would be worth. The second you use is the Vault Modus, where you must remember a combination of numbers that you set to have access to any of the items within your Sylladex.

Your trolltag is dawnUnworlder and you $ tend to make offer$ that other$ can't refu$e .00

**Boxesofboxes** · 04-10-2011, 03:37 PM

Your name is ENMARI DEVOND.

You are pretty LAZY for your age, almost 7 sweeps. You tend to be PRETTY FORGETFUL, misplacing things you just set down. Your interests include BOOKS, READING, WRITING, PLAYING VIDEO GAMES, KNIVES, and FIRE, but also WATER. Your really DON'T CARE about your LOOKS or HYGIENE, or even if YOUR CLOTHES ARE TOO SMALL. You also SCOFF in the face of FASHION, wearing what ever WAS CLOSEST to your recuperacoon that evening. You GROW SMALL PLANTS on your roof FOR FOOD, and also keep a variety of SMALL ANIMALS, witch you breed and butcher, also for food. Your QUETZALCOATL lusus is to damn lazy to do anything other than feed itself.

Your troll tag is IrrelevantElements and you donT likE thE normaL ruleS oF capitalizatioN
Title: Maid of Force
Land: Land of Music and brooks
Blood colour: 81693F
Moon: Prospit
Modus: GIANT POCKET modus, every is lumped together, and you have to find it in the pile.
Weapon: knifeKind

**abstractZoology** · 04-10-2011, 04:52 PM

Figured I'd give this a shot with my own character! Correct any mistakes. This is my first troll, and I think she will be my only one. It would be a shame if there were any holes too big. :33

Your name is Ceresa Vestan and... And, you're only three sweeps old. Let's not forget that part, alright? Most of your days are spent on the remains of an ancient vessel, probably much more glorious in its day. Its day, though, was long ago. The room where you stay is a relatively intact part of the ship.

Through the violently gaping holes in the ceiling of such a room, a light is reflected off the various scraps of metallic objects strewn on your walls. You enjoy this light, and you have to admit it's a little more enjoyment then most trolls might have in it. In the light, some things are made apparent. Your desk, placed in a more sound corner of the floor, is host to a few of your interests. You like the more simple things, strange, old objects that might spin in the current of the water or glimmer on the surface. You carry around with you a small, lusus-like plush artifact. It bears the same scar as you, where some of its white plush 'blood' pokes out. It is unknown where this originally came from, but you found it on one of your explorations. It is a dirty old thing, but you try to care for it your best. The things you enjoy the most, though, simply cannot belong to you. You find this somewhat poetic.

You will spend some days exploring ruins. You're fascinated by what things might used to have been, countless sweeps ago. The paintings on the walls of their hives seemed to tell stories, and in your mind, these things depicted did happen. You may study these for hours, and it seems the painting you are most fond of is the one where a young troll moves the stars and creates a strange, symmetric balance. It seems so sad, yet the kid somehow seems to accomplish great heights. It's vague, to your disappointment, but you feel it's somehow better that way. Later, you would discover this vague tale's significance, as you will become the Thief of Stars.

You enjoy trips to the surface, specifically on the small island which you seem to have adapted as your own. You care for a wide variety of colorful plants, favoring the ones which are brightest in the sunlight. This is when you spend most of your time up and about. The sun's warmth is about as comforting as any recuperacoon to you and the light is simply dazzling. The surface is host to so many green, growing things that catch the rain and scatter shimmering droplets, only a shard of the ocean reflected. It's almost... Magic, that water could fall upon a land and disappear the next day. At least, you were never told any different. Your Lusus, a weird little crocodile beast, usually leaves you to your own devices. It goes without saying, you're not very attached. It's fine by itself, and it probably just thinks you're a lost cause, anyway. And you're alright with that.

It might be kind of strange, that you're alright with that, but it may just be the reason you're a lost cause anyway. You've shown no respect for your place on the Hemospectrum, and you're not the kind of violent troll who most want you to be. You wouldn't harm a fly, really, let alone look down upon or even kill anything lower then you in your lifetime. Often, you would get nervous just being around a red-blooded troll. Your only object with other trolls is to please, not be pleased. No matter how hard your Lusus has tried, it has failed to throw you violently 'onto the path which you must follow to become a proper Troll'. This probably just made it impatient, and it detached itself rather abruptly and angrily some time ago(And you have the scar to remind you of THAT day). It obviously wouldn't have done very well with a low blood.

Your trollTag is echidnasRay and you T-sspeak a lliittlle ssllowly, o-often iindeciissiively, a-and rrealllly a b-biit glub--bing nerrvousslly!

**Marsupial** · 04-10-2011, 05:00 PM

>Be the cannibalistic troll with a fursona

That description does no justice to you. Try again.

>Be the overly-imaginative troll with a strange appetite

Much better.

Your name is SATYRI KRONOS, but you prefer to be addressed as SATTY. Currently, you are 7 SWEEPS.

You are a FREE SOUL who DOESN'T FOLLOW THE RULES and is TOTALLY COOL. Or, at least, whenever you FLARP as your FURSONA. Otherwise, you tend to be PAINFULLY SHY and UNSURE of yourself. PRANKING is one of your favorite HOBBIES, since no one has to know it was you who covered their hive with CRUDE DRAWINGS OF BUCKETS. You also like to collect and wear OBNOXIOUSLY COLORED FOOTWEAR.

Speaking of hives, your hive is in a secluded part of the VAST ALTERNIAN FORESTS. It tends to STICK OUT like a sore thumb, but no one ever bothers to come around these parts, so it doesn't really matter.

You are a GREEN-BLOOD, bordering the LOWER END of the hemospectrum. Not that you mind; blood color doesn't matter to you as much as an AGREEABLE PERSONALITY. Those on the higher end on the hemospectrum tend to TASTE RICHER AND MORE SUCCULENT than mudbloods, however.

Your lusus raised you a touch differently than others. He is a BEARDED HOOFBEAST with a REFINED PALETTE. Only the finest culinary creations would please him, and he raised you to have a fine palette as well. A particular INGREDIENT is used in almost every meal you and him eat: TROLL GRUBS. The little suckers aren't easy to snatch, however, so you both tend to EAT SPARSELY. This puts him in a terrible mood, but you have gotten used to being PERPETUALLY HUNGRY.

Your fetch modus is your trusty BANDANA MODUS. However, it is very TIME CONSUMING to use, since you have to stitch a patch onto your bandana of whatever you want to captchalogue. Plus, to retrieve the item one must tear off the patch from the bandana, and that would ruin your BELOVED BANDANA.

Your Kind Abstratus depends on if you're FLARPing as your fursona. If you aren't FLARPing as your fursona, you tend use SCYTHEKIND. If you are FLARPing as your fursona, you use HOOFKIND.

If you played sgrub, you would be the Sorceress of Mischief. You would live in the Land of Brambles and Beasts.

Your Trolltag is capraCannibal and you hA-A-A-Ave a bA-A-A-Ad hA-A-A-Abit of bleating, A-A-A-And usuA-A-A-Ally leave your sentences off on a hungry note omnomnom

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(I've been lurking on here for awhile, been meaning to post her. >_>; Feel free to tell me if I missed something. Thanks!)

**Dicidius** · 04-10-2011, 06:45 PM

>Be the troll that's been very......NAUGHTY.

~Hello, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I say my name is Fred,
and I've been... VERY NAUGHTY~

You are a NAUGHTY little troll of several sweeps old, coming to that age where you no longer need to fight to survive...but you do, oh so love being....NAUGHTY.
Your a good GREEN BLOODED troll who lives in the mountains with many other trolls who you oh so love like family.

~The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear lusus Muriel,
and just how I've been... NAUGHTY~

Your lusus Muriel is a large FROB BEAST, you never understood what frob beast could be but you never questioned it. You love her oh so much, she loves you but she can get very sad when you've been.....VERY NAUGHTY.

You also love to meet new trolls to be friends with online, your trolltag is derangedBarber and you speak as if talking to yourself and use rhymes a lot unless you've been very.....NAUGHTY~

**cadiumIndigo** · 04-10-2011, 07:02 PM

Might aswell put this down finally

==> Be the screwloose usurper

Your name is GiLLaNn, however that isn't how you always spell it

It isn't even your true name because that you got rid of that long ago. You are 8.31 sweeps old and you consider yourself a hideous freak of nature, and that was before the incident involving industrial strength glue. You don't wish for people to be mentally scarred so you hide your face amidst your many masks, so many masks you use them to fight with if you ever need to but that's never likely. You also have a huge fascination with rainbows, perhaps explaining your uncanny ability to mentally split light around you into the visible spectrum. You're a bit of a nut, either going off on random tangents, freaking out over the smallest thing, or just outright having huge mood swings.

Your trolltag is cadiumIndigo and you (0_) Like to start thingss off with yourr mask and tendd to hold the last keyy down too longg.

**Tam Lin** · 04-11-2011, 11:45 AM

Originally Posted by Dicidius

[CENTER]>Be the troll that's been very......NAUGHTY.
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OH HELL NO.

**MechaMage** · 04-11-2011, 03:03 PM

Your name is Suffox Drakos.

You are what is known as a self-kismessis to the lower castes, but what is known by higher caste culture as an Emo. You feel the need to cause yourself agony to repent for your wrongdoings, and you hope that in doing so you may be seen as pure in the eyes of the gods. You don't have a lusus anymore, and you don't like to talk about him. You are a keen sciencer, and as an act of science and repent, you cut of your own legs and replaced them with robot legs. They're more functional anyway. You otherwise aren't very exceptional. You're quite quiet and submissive when in glum moods, but more often than not you engage in morbid wit and keep a very passive disposition. You believe you are not worthy of your blood, and as such your preferred method of self-suffering is to cut yourself. For this very reason, you utilise Blood Modus, and carry bladeKind, because it encompasses knives and straight razors and whatnot. It is still a mystery to you as to why your modus is symbolised by RED blood.

Your trolltag is luminantShadows and Yo_u_r vo_we_ls use_d to_ le_a_ve_ a_ blo_o_dy tra_i_l i_n the_i_r wa_ke_. it, However, you've rethought space. and now your sentences embrace your nature of

(Had this one lying around for a while in an RP, but I reckoned I should move her over)

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