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

[Thunder Reign]

Your name is BALORA XOLOTL.

The DEEP SEA MONSTER that took you for it's charge dwelled deep underwater, in the OBSCURE ABYSSES where you can't see a foot in front of your own face; instead of using BRIGHT LIGHT to guide it's way, potentially drawing attention from predators, it utilized an unique PSYCHIC POWER which you inherited. It had the ability to view several alternate realities layered over each other AT ONCE, all of them crystal clear, and the combined projection was more than enough to GUIDE IT SAFELY through the murky abyss. You lived with it for FOUR SWEEPS, developing your weak version of it's power, although you were and never will be able to use it to the extent that it can.

Having spent your grubhood alone, you were quite IMPRESSIONABLE when you finally swum up and met other seadwellers. Learning that you were ROYALTY and thus superior to most other trolls was quite the pleasant surprise, and it went to your head IMMEDIATELY. You developed a stuck up, nigh-sadistic demeanor when it came to those lower on the spectrum than you, although you never really lost your CURIOUS NATURE and DESIRE FOR NEW SIGHTS. You adopted the trolltag cruelRuin, and made it your mission to claim everything in your sight for yourself. Altruism was an alien concept to you, and if people couldn't help you they could just GO JUMP IN A WHALE'S MOUTH!

Eventually you grew bored, and your ADVENTUROUSNESS lead you to swim up to the surface to check out these bizarre LANDDWELLERS. What you found was intriguing. While there were plenty of filthy lowbloods, the BLUEBLOODS were a bunch of squabbling, backstabbing noblemen that reminded you of the social structure down below. Their hobbies were bizarre, but they were fascinating, and one particular hobby caught your attention above all: EXTREME ROLEPLAYING, or FLARP. And with the combat abilities you had honed in the ABYSS, it wasn't long before you found yourself with an invitation to a particularly swanky one. THE HIGHBLOODS. And it was there that you fucked everything up. But first, let's talk about that ABILITY of yours.

While your LUSUS could layer several dozen alternate realities on top of each other, you were locked into viewing ONE AT A TIME. You could switch between a few different ones at a time, but you never quite knew WHAT IT WOULD CONTAIN. You saw, and still see, all sorts of things- from realities where you had BEEN BORN REDBLOODED, to realities where you were SOMEONE'S MATESPRIT, or even on rare occasion realities in which THE WORLD HAD BEEN BOMBARDED BY METEORS. They were intensely amusing to you, who YEARNED FOR THE NEW, and you would find yourself wasting perigees away simply viewing what MIGHT HAVE BEEN. In fact, in the realities which were close to your actual reality, it was INCREDIBLY HARD to differentiate what was real and what was merely a vision. You named it VISION ALTFOLD, and you soon learned it was more trouble than it was worth.

To cut things short- you joined a FLARP team, and fell hard for the BLUEBLOODED LEADER, MAYANO. She was perfect! Beautiful! Driven, enthusiastic, perky, caring, and so good with her PISTOLS. You immediately found yourself drawn to her, and as a result you began to view with increasing frequency the alternate realities in which you were MATESPRITS. Assuming that the knowledge you learned in these visions would win her for yourself in the true reality, you attempted to seduce her, only to be rebuffed. She opted for a LOWBLOOD instead, and you were left in the dust. This was UNACCEPTABLE.

You plotted your revenge on this YELLOW-VEINED BASTARD for an entire FLARP season, and executed it on the FINAL TOURNAMENT RUN. It was a prestigious event, with adults from the FLEET supervising- those FLARPERS who performed admirably would be granted fast tracks into comfortable positions, and your darling MAYANO had her pretty yellow eyes on a SPACESHIP PILOT spot. With everyone watching, you threw yourself in front of the LOWBLOOD'S WEAPON in such a way that it looked like he had STRUCK YOU. Under the intense pressure, you had guessed that Mayano would have no choice but to kill the "team traitor" if she wanted to win the scholarship, and YOU GUESSED RIGHT.

But the satisfaction you thought you would have felt from seeing your hated rival in love die DIDN'T COME. In fact, you felt like you were going to throw up. You watched the medics tend to your wound with complete detachment, even when you should have been IN PAIN; and as Mayano accepted her position in the fleet with a face drained of color before sprinting back to her hive, you felt like you were going to START CRYING YOURSELF. The real kicker was seeing THE BODY lying on the grass, though, and you stumbled off into the woods (despite the protests of the medics) to vent your newfound woes however you could.

To say you were REMORSEFUL would be the largest understatement since the Empress was said to be SCARY. It was as if every single regret you might have ever felt for your CRUEL ACTIONS over the sweeps had come back, repressed for so long, and the guilt was so intense that you seriously considered GOUGING YOUR EYES OUT to atone (or something else overdramatic like that.) But that wouldn't have solved anything. You needed to take the sensible course of action. And thus, your JOURNEY BEGAN.

...Well, that sounds cliche as hell. It was more of a VAGRANT WANDERING. You drifted from place to place, letting your NATURAL LOVE OF EXPLORATION take heed, exploring the world on your own time. You found a pair of GREEN SHADES on a corpse and poked out the lens that didn't cover your VISION ALTFOLD EYE, casting a distinctive tint over the ALTERNATE REALITIES. Where before you had LOST YOURSELF in the possibilities, you ignored them now, focusing your attention on what lay in front of you. You wandered through pink forests and blue swamps, rundown hivestem cities and glistening caves of crystal; you developed a LOVE OF NATURAL BEAUTY, and found yourself captchaloguing the prettiest rocks or flowers from each location.

That ties into your second newer habit- that of PEACE OFFERINGS. In an attempt to make amends for all the asshole moves you had pulled, you adopted a mentality of peace, leaving ANONYMOUS GIFTS on troll's doorsteps and taking a friendly tone with whoever pestered you- even though your natural instincts always scream at you to be a dick to them. These two habits, the wandering and the gifting, pretty much define you at the moment. You are TRANSIENT, although not FINANCIALLY POOR, and you have sworn not to return to the sea until you've shed your CRUEL WAYS FOR GOOD. Of course, you're not a blind optimist, so you reckon that's probably never gonna happen ever. Aw, well.

Your trollTag is comebackReplicant, and you type in Fuvk off, you hsave dhsle2ia... Fucu fof, uyou have eyslexia!]

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Name = Balora Xolotl
Trolltag = comebackReplicant, formerly cruelRuin
Blood = 6a006a
Quirk = Dyslexic.
Lusus = Horrible deep sea THING.
Powers = Vision altfold. Operates out of one eye, allows him to see "how things might have gone". It isn't a window into actual alternate realities. He can switch between about five at a time, and new ones appear roughly once a day. He can't summon specific realities to view and he can't make them stick around.
Strife Specibus = wireKind
Fetch Modus = Guilt- must self-flagellate to get item out, in some way or another.
Symbol = Dreamcatcher.

(just a reminder; try and cut down on the chatter in this thread!!)

[Mumble]

> Be the guy with the gray scarf.

Your name is EREBUS IRALIS and you have blemished the face of Alternia for SIX AND A HALF SWEEPS.

You don't really have many INTERESTS, at least none that you tell people about. You just kind of do whatever they ask you to do. The weird thing is, you REALLY PREFER IT THAT WAY. If a stranger asked you to jump off a cliff, you would probably do it, except that you have obligations to fill other requests for other people that can't be done when you're dead. You think you're kind of UNIMPORTANT and have this odd AVERSION with the word NO. And REJECTION. All manners of it. You REALLY HATE being REJECTED. It makes you feel even more UNIMPORTANT. So you avoid it as best you can by trying to please EVERYONE. This includes both sides of conflicts, so you tend to be very STRESSED. ALL THE TIME. You'd make a good AUSPISTICE except for how STRESSED you are. A lot of the time, when you try to resolve something, you make it even worse because you can't really think straight and come across as A LITTLE BIT OF A NUTJOB. Nonetheless, you are VERY OBEDIENT and NORMALLY PRETTY FRIENDLY.

Your SYMBOL is something that sort of resembles a BIRD, or an artistic representation of one. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is nooseKind. You're... not really sure why. It's just a PIECE OF ROPE with about TEN NOOSES tied all along it. It's not very good as a WEAPON because all you can really do with it is SLAP PEOPLE WITH THE NOOSES. And, uh... yeah, you prefer not to talk about your FETCH MODUS. In order to withdraw an item, you are required to smash something made of glass—you like using bottles for conveniency's sake, and keep several shelves of them around your hive. Because of this, your hands are CONSTANTLY TORN UP. ALL THE TIME. You don't really CARE though. Your LUSUS is a CARDINAL. You try not to think to yourself how very pathetic it is to have something as helpless as a bird for a custodian, but you do. Her name is SULLIVAN. If someone told you this name wasn't appropriate for both genders, you would be VERY SURPRISED. She isn't useful for much of anything except for flying circles around your head and chirping manically at you. And on the subject of pathetic, you have NO PSYCHIC POWERS. None. Even though your blood status is so pitifully low that you could inject yourself with mud and it'd improve your place on the hemospectrum.

Your trolltag is chronicallyDemissive and you hold v-very l-little im—importance in, in the l-letter "i". Y-you also have a l-little b-b-bit of a stuh-stuh-hutter.

[setPoint]

> Be the obsessive compulsive troll.
What? There is a difference between being obsessive. And being precise. Idiot.

Your name is MORRIN CERTUS.

You are almost exactly 8 sweeps old, which is a nice number in your opinion. You are known to be rather obsessed with NUMBERS, but more notably obsessed with the SCHEDULING AND SPREADSHEETS that you use them for. It has never occurred to you that NOBODY CARES. You didn't either, until a couple sweeps ago, when certain HORRIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES convinced you that your life would be a lot better if you were never given any room for error.

Or mass murder. No room for that either.

Not that you have anything against murderers, it's just not the sort of troll you want to be. Too many complications. Things are much better when they are SIMPLE AND UNIFORM.

Your hive reflects this. It is as clean as it can physically be, and if it was anything less, you'd probably flip your shit. It contains only a few essential items, like your PRESENTATION SCREEN, which you use to present your plans to yourself with a slightly depressed but deadly serious tone, and your HUSKTOP, which you use to talk to your IDIOTIC ASSOCIATES. In your opinion, you have such a high blood color that you could jump into the sea and nobody would notice, but you'd probably drown, which is sort of where that whole plan falls down. You try not to think about it. Instead, you schedule 20 minutes a day to stare wistfully out your window at the sea, watching your bizarre WATER STRIDER lusus presumably have the time of its life, and spend the rest of the day acting incredibly superior to all of your pathetic land dwelling friends. You don't know what you'd do if one dared to talk smart about you. Probably give them a stern lecture? Yes. Stern lectures to the lot of them.

Your trolltag is accountedLinebreak and You speak with absolutely perfect grammar. Starting new sentences instead of bothering with the hesitation present in commas. When distraught. You tend to regurgitate a big cLUMP OF CAPital letters. Indicating a short but serious rise in volume. You also apologize profusely if you ever commit the travesty of letting a single typo leave your keybaord jkhahglKEYBOARD. SORRY.

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Your trolltag is also sometimes accountedBreak, it depends on where you're being roleplayed.

Still need to put together a sprite for him, that's always the hardest part...

[Namboto]

>Be Trasor's morail

Your name is Caiyla Tygake and you guess you're pretty odd for a troll.

You mean, you aren't violent or crazy or anything, which has made you stand out quite a bit, but you don't really care.

You lived a SHELTERED LIFE with your lusus, a small tiger, on the top floor of your communal hivestem for a long time. In fact you didn't even venture out of your living quarters until you were 5 sweeps old. That was the day you met TRASOR, the troll who would become your morail and CHANGE YOUR LIFE for the better. Getting to know him made you realize how fun it is to meet new people and see different viewpoints.

One old habit that is still with you is your compulsion to ORGANIZE EVERYTHING. If something is out of place, even by a little bit, then you feel the urge to fix it. This extends to things like the hemospectrum, which you regard not as a hierarchy, but more a categorization of blood color, meaning you really don't put any stigmas on certain colors.

Another passion of yours is ACTING. You dream of one day becoming a great actress, and hey, it means you can stay out of the war(s).

It should be noted that just because you aren't very violent doesn't mean you can't defend yourself. You are a crack shot with your Sniper Rifle when you need to be. Also you love your modus, the EMPATHY MODUS, which allows you to get items when you care about them enough.

Your trolltag is formulatedRaconteur and |You|make|sure|your|words|are|very|organized|and|p recise.|

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Age: 6.9 sweeps
Title: Framer of Space denizen: Ouranos consorts: Robins
Land: Land of Stars and Frogs
Weapon: Snprriflekind
Modus: Empathy modus
Theme: Helix Nebula
Lusus: mini-tiger
Moon: Prospit

[BenevolentDemon]

>Be the Ringmaster.

Your name is SARKAS AVALDI. You also go by SARKAS THE GREAT, or THE FLYING TROLL, or SARKY to your FRIENDS. You and your LUSUS, a PERFORMING BEAR, run ALTERNIA’S GREATEST TRAVELING CIRCUS! Of course, this isn’t saying much, considering that, as far as you know, it’s ALTERNIA’S ONLY TRAVELING CIRCUS. You’re a master ACROBAT, and you have perfected your TRAPEEZE ACT to the point where you can get even the MOST CURMUDGEONLY TROLLS to cheer you on, CLAPPING and SHOUTING like OVEREXCITABLE LITTLE WRIGGLERS. You also perform a few MAGIC TRICKS, and your LUSUS dances around and generally makes a FOOL of himself. The WRIGGLERS seem to like HIM the most. You have to get a bit CREATIVE with your PROGRAMMING, sometimes doing SEVEN or EIGHT ACTS at ONCE, seeing as your CIRCUS only has two MEMBERS.

You’re always on the lookout for NEW RECRUITS, though! Man, it’d be amazing if you could have a PROPER CIRCUS and everything, with TENTS and LIGHTS and RIDES and GAMES… That’s your DREAM. Someday, you’re going to fill those EXTRA TENTS you have lying around with FREAK SHOWS and ANIMAL TRAINERS and all sorts of MERRIMENT! You’ve just got to find enough TROLLS willing to desert their LIVES and EVERYTHING THEY KNOW AND LOVE to come live with an ODD-LOOKING TROLL and his BEAR and travel all around ALTERNIA, probably getting into all sorts of DANGER and HILARIOUS SHENANIGANS.

You’ll be the first to admit that YOUR DREAM isn’t very LIKELY. Yeah, you’d love if it were to happen, but for now you’re perfectly happy with the TWO-MAN SHOW you’ve got going on here. Or, well, more accurately, the ONE-MAN-AND-ONE-BEAR SHOW. BEARDAD (or THE MIGHTY BEAST, as he’s known ONSTAGE) is really great company, and you’re almost never LONELY. Sure, you occasionally miss the COMPANY of OTHER TROLLS, but BEARDAD can usually distract you from your TEEN ANGST until you get to the next PERFORMING LOCATION and start setting up the TENTS.

Your LUSUS is just great. He’s a bit overprotective, yeah, but you’re pretty sure that that’s a BEAR thing. Perhaps that contributes a bit to why you don’t have many FRIENDS. Every TROLL you’ve ever known eventually gets scared off by your LUSUS. Either he perceives them as a THREAT and tries to ATTACK them, or he gets FAR TOO ATTACHED to them, and tries to SMOTHER THEM WITH LOVE. That usually makes people a little UNCOMFORTABLE. Otherwise, he’s great! He makes every PLACE you visit feels like HOME, helping you set up the TENTS, protecting you from the UNDOUBTEDLY DANGEROUS WILDLIFE like FLUFFBEASTS and WILD RABBITS, and checking up on you EVERY FEW MINUTES to make sure you’re ALRIGHT.

Alright, so maybe he can be a bit OVERPROTECTIVE at times. But that’s fine! You don’t mind it at all, usually. In fact, he’s rubbed off on you a bit! You’re a bit MATERNAL towards your FRIENDS (the few you’ve managed to make), especially the YOUNGER ones. It’s just the way you were brought up. You can’t help it! Sometimes it gets one peoples’ NERVES a bit, but you’re also awful at picking up on SOCIAL CUES, so you don’t really notice enough for it to bother you. Your EXCESSIVE CHEERINESS tends to grate on people too, just a little bit. But what do you expect from a CIRCUS PERFORMER? You live to please! And if you think that suffocating your FRIENDS with LOVE until they punch you in the FACE (which has happened) will please them, then you’ll do it!

Your trolltag is overbearingAcrobat, and you l!ke to sp3ak loudly and cl3arly, just to make sure you're always h3ard!

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Name: Sarkas Avaldi
Trolltag: overbearingAcrobat
Gender: Male
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: Dancing bear, sometimes wears a fez, very overbearing.
Blood Color: Teal (#31a293)
Fetch Modus: Whack-a-Mole Modus. The bigger the item, the more moles you have to whack.
Strife Specibus: Whipkind
Quirk: Replaces I with !, replaces E with 3, no capitalization.
Land: Land of Lights and Fog

Wiki page is over here. He's up on Pesterchum, and random pesterings are welcome and encouraged!

[CantankerousnilhisT]

==> be the ornery blue blood

you decide to be


LONIKS ELDWER

You have a liking for DOOMSDAY VIRUSES, HACKING, and ANNOYING THE RUBES.
And by RUBES you mean any one of LOWER BLOOD than BLUE
Your strife specubus is allocated to dual swordkind.
Your Fech modus is set to fusion type, meaning you must fuse two Catpchatoms via NUCLEAR FUSION to claim your item, however, if you make an unstable compound, both items will be ejected and cause a catastrophic explosion, causing the items to scatter at high velocities. this has proved to be HIGHLY TEDIOUS, and you really don't know why YOU STILL USE IT
You have recently attained a copy of Sgrub, and introduced it to your 5 OTHER FRIENDS, Cantankerousnilhist, ProvocativeScreener, ObceneGreifer, SnarkyRiptider, And AssinineTactics. You're all quite excited about this, and thus, you were elected leader, Via majority.
You live in a Hive column with you lusus Gimsworth, your quadrants are EMPTY because no one has shown to be SMART ENOUGH, although you appear to be leaning towards, the aquatic female SnarkyRiptider though you OPENLY DENY IT. Your other friend, ObceneGreifer is very sure that you ACTUALLY LOVE HER. She has one of those walls of DUMB RELATIONSHIP THINGS.
Your Trolltag is AtomykRapture
and Y.o.u. t.a.l.k. s.o. a.n.y.o.n.e. c.a.n. r.e.a.d. y.o.u.r w.o.r.d.s.

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- trolltag AtomykRapture
- text/blood colour: royal blue
- typing quirk: A period after every letter
- reference picture:
- personality and interests: Generally abrasive, with a knack for inserting a doomsday virus into an unsuspecting bystanders computer.
- shirt symbol:Mars (you know the male sign thing)
-weapon: Dual swords
-lusus: A grim reaper like thing

Sgrub stuff, that is if your SLOW ASS FRIENDS actually start playing

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Title: Magician of Space
Land: Land of Shrubberies and newts
Sprite: Deathsprite

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

=> Be the hipster douchebag.

You cannot be the hipster douchebag because that belongs to another user with far more talent.

=> Be the prick of a redblooded scum.

Say what?

=> Fine, be the...whatever the fuck.

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Thanks to arcticInkpen for reworking and smoothing the sprite out!

Your name is TEDDIE SPECCER, and you are a mere 10 SWEEPS OLD. You were taken in as a charge to a FUCKING GIANT JAGUARBEAST LUSUS, and have had a very pleasant relationship with him, though THERE WERE BUMPS ALONG THE WAY. But you're not a troll about the DETAILS; you're about the bigger picture. Your hive is a NICE AND QUIET LITTLE ABODE that is near town, but FAR ENOUGH OUT FOR YOUR LUSUS TO BE COMFORTABLE. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO POWERS WHATSOEVER, and you're silently envious of all the psychics; especially since you CONSTANTLY DOWN YOURSELF as calling yourself a SHOT BLANK. You are DEPRESSING AS FUCK when put on the wrong subjects.

You tend to watch a lot of TROLL-LIFE TELEVISION, and adapted all the tropes and mistakes, ATTEMPTING TO MAKE SURE YOU AVOID THEM. This makes you SOCIALLY AWKWARD AS ALL GET OUT, and gives everyone the wrong impression. In fact, YOU SEEM TO RADIATE WRONG IMPRESSIONS ALL THE TIME, much to your chagrin. This is furthered with your QUICK APTNESS TO APOLOGIZE AND ABSCOND THE SECOND CONFLICT ARISES. You are, in truth A YELLOW-BELLIED, SORRY SACK OF SHIT COWARD. You will not hesitate to RUN AND LEAVE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE DUST for your own hide, WHICH YOU VALUE MORE THAN ANYTHING. You tend to ATTRACT NOBODY ELSE BUT PSYCHOPATHS AND VERY, VERY WEIRD PEOPLE, who you tend to be VERY NICE to because, frankly, YOU ARE SCARED SHITLESS OF THEM.

You fucking LOVE reading and music, because frankly a DAMNED DIRTY COWARD LIKE YOU can't do anything else. You regularly have your wireless headphones in your ears all the time, and tend to randomly TURN THEM ON and UP THE VOLUME when you get in a daydreaming mood; WHICH YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF CONTROL OVER. If one decided to yank a headphone out and listen, all they would hear is RAIN. NOTHING BUT VARYING SEVERITY OF RAIN. Because unlike many other trolls who hate rain, YOU FUCKING LOVE THE STUFF and it CALMS YOU DOWN EVEN WHEN IT SHOULDN'T. Other than that, you listen to VARYING MUSIC, but mostly POP. Why is anyone's guess, YOU FUCKING SHEEP.

You tend to TRY AVOIDING BRINGING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF for fear of the psychos and highbloods seeing you as A TARGET OF THEIR OWN AMUSEMENT. However, YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING APPEARANCE IS A GIANT FLAG, which is COMPLETELY COUNTERPRODUCTIVE. Which you do not realize because YOU ARE, IN TRUTH, VERY STUPID. You try to sound smart to impress people, BUT ALL YOU KNOW ARE BIG WORDS, AND NOTHING ELSE.

You have a STRIFE SPECIBUS that is a x2CLAWKIND, but you NEVER FUCKING USE IT you FUCKING WIMP. Your Fetch Modus is the TANGENT MEMORY, which you can't even remember how it works.

Your trolltag is spectralUrsidae and you t3nd to 33 way too 3nthusiastic ov3r the num33r thr33.

[soopGnat]

buzzzzzzzzzzzz OK I WAS POLITELY INFORMED I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO SOMEHWERE IN HERE - this looks like a good spot torest my weary wings

my name is PROXAN TRAZDA - alias soopGnat - i was too EXTREME for alternia so i moved to SPACE... then i was too EXTREME for the incipisphere so now i live on an ASTEROID somewhere BEYOND SPACE-TIME AND ALL DISCERNABLE DIMENSIONS - in other words i have no idea where i am and i observe no stars when i observe from the observatory

basically i*m SCREWED - BUZZ AT LEAST I HAVE ACCESS TO EVERY INTERNET THROUGHOUT THE OMNIPISPHERE... i find the planet called EARTH and its cultures particularly fascinating

SOME HAVE CALLED ME THE sage of void BUZZ I AM NOT PARTICULARLY FOND OF THAT TITLE buzz i tolerate it anyway I GUESS IT IS SORT OF APPROPRIATE CONSIDERING MY INTUITIVE ABILITIES buzz whatever

in case anyone was wonder what i look like here*s an rough approximation - my SLEFPROTRAT

I AM TOO PREOCCUPIED TO ALCHEMIZE A CAMERA DON*T BRING IT UP and also yes i have 12 horns DON*T MAKE FUN OF ME ABOUT IT I DIDN*T CHOOSE TO BE SPAWNED THIS WAY try it and i*ll send a BUZZOOKA SHELL INTO YOUR BRAINPAN!!!

my interests are wide and varied - BUZZ THE THINGS THAT ARE MOST IMPORTANT TO ME INCLUDE DEEP SPACE PHYSICS - PROGRAMMING - ANARCHISM - MAGIC - MATHEMATICS - AND OF COURSE THE ULTIMATE TRUTH THAT IS K|-|/\0Z!!! i am a master of ANTIPARTICLES and DARKMATTER so don*t try to cross me!!!

IN CASE YOU WER ETOO BUSY GRAPPLING WITH YOUR UNDEREVOLVED LUSII TO NOTICE my speech pattern is pretty sporadic... IT PROBABLY DOESN*T HELP PRESENT MY JAGGED DISPOSITION buzz this is who i am

MY FAVORITE THING FROM earth has to be SWEETBROANDHELLAJEFF - it is the GREATEST THING ever created by HUMANS and i say this without entropy!!!

i can*t think of anything else to say so here*s a cool image


ASLO WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE I*M REALLY BORD AND LOOKING FORWARD TO TROLLING SOME IMPERIALIST LOSERS

[Cliff_Racer]

Glorious.

>be the other girl



GIRL? I'll have you know that I am a BOY, thank you very much!

My name is ALEXES SYLLPH. That's pronounced ALEX-ESE! I get annoyed when people pronounce it ALEXIS.

I have been annoyingly GIRLY for as long as I can remember. Seriously, I can mutilate my hair ALL I WANT, but it always goes back this way. Even the HAIRCLIPS come back. I'm not sure if it's my MIND doing this, or...

ANYWAYS I really like my HORNS. And CUTE THINGS. Like my LUSUS! He's the most adorable MEOWBEAST ever. I also love BRIGHT COLORS, which teeends to make me want to talk to Highbloods a little more than is healthy for me. I can control myself though, honest!

I'm always really BOUNCY AND HAPPY. Unless someone mistakes me for a GIRL. Then I get all FRUSTRATED. I'm trying to work on that, though!

My fetch modus is CARE, where I have to hug the card REALLY TIGHT to get the item I want.

My strife specibus is set to CLAMPKIND, which is convenient because my hair clips are clamps!

My troll tag is saccharineHypoxia and I always pave trouble promoumcing thimgs. like porm! ):3

[Pew01]

buzzzzzzzzzzzz OK I WAS POLITELY INFORMED I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO SOMEHWERE IN HERE - this looks like a good spot torest my weary wings

my name is PROXAN TRAZDA - alias soopGnat - i was too EXTREME for alternia so i moved to SPACE... then i was too EXTREME for the incipisphere so now i live on an ASTEROID somewhere BEYOND SPACE-TIME AND ALL DISCERNABLE DIMENSIONS - in other words i have no idea where i am and i observe no stars when i observe from the observatory

basically i*m SCREWED - BUZZ AT LEAST I HAVE ACCESS TO EVERY INTERNET THROUGHOUT THE OMNIPISPHERE... i find the planet called EARTH and its cultures particularly fascinating

SOME HAVE CALLED ME THE sage of void BUZZ I AM NOT PARTICULARLY FOND OF THAT TITLE buzz i tolerate it anyway I GUESS IT IS SORT OF APPROPRIATE CONSIDERING MY INTUITIVE ABILITIES buzz whatever

in case anyone was wonder what i look like here*s an rough approximation - my SLEFPROTRAT

I AM TOO PREOCCUPIED TO ALCHEMIZE A CAMERA DON*T BRING IT UP and also yes i have 12 horns DON*T MAKE FUN OF ME ABOUT IT I DIDN*T CHOOSE TO BE SPAWNED THIS WAY try it and i*ll send a BUZZOOKA SHELL INTO YOUR BRAINPAN!!!

my interests are wide and varied - BUZZ THE THINGS THAT ARE MOST IMPORTANT TO ME INCLUDE DEEP SPACE PHYSICS - PROGRAMMING - ANARCHISM - MAGIC - MATHEMATICS - AND OF COURSE THE ULTIMATE TRUTH THAT IS K|-|/\0Z!!! i am a master of ANTIPARTICLES and DARKMATTER so don*t try to cross me!!!

IN CASE YOU WER ETOO BUSY GRAPPLING WITH YOUR UNDEREVOLVED LUSII TO NOTICE my speech pattern is pretty sporadic... IT PROBABLY DOESN*T HELP PRESENT MY JAGGED DISPOSITION buzz this is who i am

MY FAVORITE THING FROM earth has to be SWEETBROANDHELLAJEFF - it is the GREATEST THING ever created by HUMANS and i say this without entropy!!!

i can*t think of anything else to say so here*s a cool image


ASLO WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE I*M REALLY BORD AND LOOKING FORWARD TO TROLLING SOME IMPERIALIST LOSERS

beautiful.

guys, pack your bags.
this is as good as a fan troll could get.

[ZDG]

No, because no one can equal the glory of BUTTS FOREVER

[Pootporri]

>Be the aviator.



You are now -/Aerosa Aevent/->, and you like PLANES!! Your code of DRESS shows this. You wear an aviator's cap, goggles, jacket, and scarf. The jacket and cap are mainly because you've seen some FAMOUS TROLL AVIATORS wear them before, and you rather like the way they LOOK. The SCARF, however, is because you think it makes your SILHOUETTE look pretty damn SKIPPY when you're flying high among the ALTERNIAN SKIES. The GOGGLES? Well...



You have STRANGE EYES. You're pretty sure they're associated with your POWER. It's a rather MINOR power, but USEFUL nonetheless. Infact, your POWER is the only reason you're not completely MAIMED or DEAD right now. You weild the power of sensing TRAJECTORIES. Or ANGLES. Or MOTION PATHS. It's all in GRAVITY, you see. An OBJECT has a PREDESTINED PATH that is effected by GRAVITY in terms that GRAVITY is present. Like you said before, you like PLANES. Your PLANES, however good they are, usually CRASH. With you IN THEM. However, you notice this BEFOREHAND due to your TRAJECTORY SIGHT, and you can HOP OUT before that happens.

Which is why you're not DEAD. Sure, it's a pretty shitty POWER, but it's always good to be ALIVE. On a note that isn't completely skewed from the current topic, no, this does not mean you can see into the FUTURE. You don't know where people are GOING, but if they happened to be FALLING, you could see THAT. That's good enough, right??

Onto the next subject, you are 7 1/2 SWEEPS OLD. You have PEASANT RED BLOOD. Your views on the hemospectrum are pretty NORMAL. You tend to hold your TONGUE if ASKED, or ATTEMPT TO, that is. You are rather SHORT-TEMPERED though, which means you could end up blowing up at a HIGHBLOOD. Which has gotten you in trouble before, but usually you ABSCOND before then. USUALLY. However, you tend to hold your TONGUE around SUBJUGGALATORS more often than not. Given an INCIDENT you would really rather not TALK about. Infact, SUBJUGGALATORS scare the EVERLIVING WITS out of you.

Another ODD QUIRK about you is that you are highly CLAUSTROPHOBIC. In REAL LIFE, you are almost PHYSICALLY UNABLE to talk to more than TWO PEOPLE at once. If TWO PEOPLE attempt to talk to you, you're either going to end up having a PANIC ATTACK or ABSCONDING THE FUCK OUT OF THERE. Your CLAUSTROPHOBIA means you can't be in BUILDINGS for an EXTENDED amount of TIME, either. You're impartial to CLOSED SPACES, and this has caused many COMPLICATIONS in the past. Especially with RECUPERACOONS. You HATE those, but you would much rather wake up FREAKING THE FUCK OUT than having those HORRID NIGHTMARES, so you sleep in them anyway.

Your LUSUS is a giant UNDERGROUND WORM. You rather DISLIKE her, in all honesty. She's a tad CONTROLLING, she's HUGE, and she burrows through your hive ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. It doesn't help that your hive is UNDERGROUND, SMALL, and CLAUSTROPHOBIC as FUCK. That said, you try to avoid it at NEARLY ALL TIMES. Your LUSUS doesn't particularly like that, so you avoid her too.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to PADDLEKIND. Normally, however, you use a ROWING OAR. It doesn't really do all that much DAMAGE, nor does it have any SHARP DOODADS on it, but it's good for warding people off. If in a COMBAT SITUATION, you usually ABSCOND, anyway. You're not that great of a FIGHTER, though you're great at DODGING STUFF because of your TRAJECTORY SIGHT. That said, you're more of a RUNNER, not a FIGHTER. If given the opportunity, though, you probably wouldn't be a PACIFIST.

Your MODUS is set to PRECIPITATION. In your MODUS, you have an ITEM CLOUD. When DEPOSITING an ITEM, it is placed into the ITEM CLOUD. After a while, the ITEM CLOUD gets heavier, and then it eventually PRECIPITATES the ITEM that you had previously DEPOSITIED. This is not at all PRACTICAL, and is mostly STUPID and INCONVENIENT, seeing as you can't really WITHDRAW the ITEM when you actually NEED it.

If you were to play SGRUB, your title would be the SCOUT OF BREATH in the LAND OF FOG AND MOUNTAINS, and your CONSORTS would be KIWIS.

Your trolltag is undergroundAviator and you -=[Put -/A/-> set of wings on your words, give -/Airy/->-esque words -/A/-> trajectory path, and -/Always/-> use DOUBLE PUNCTUATION!!]=-

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Name: Aerosa Aevent
Blood Color: Peasant Red, #a10000
Gender: Female
Age: 7 1/2 sweeps
Lusus: Organic Redblooded Sentry Worm
Symbol: Whatever the fuck that is
Strife Specibus: PADDLEKIND
Fetch Modus: PRECIPITATION
Trolltag: undergroundAviator
Typing quirk:
-=[Put -/A/-> set of wings on your words, give -/Airy/->-esque words -/A/-> trajectory path, and -/Always/-> use DOUBLE PUNCTUATION!!]=-
Title: Scout of Breath
Land: Land of Fog and Mountains
Consorts: Kiwis

[OPtimus]

^ Is pretty adorable. I need to make sprites and stuff.

[Julia]

I am in awe of that hat, Poot. Just wonderful. o-o


(hats are hard to make, okay?)

[Pootporri]

yeah makin the hat was a bitch, thanks guys~

[FunkyNinja]

Is it O.K. If i post i drawing i did for one of my earlier Troll's?

[MostlyHarmless]

Is it O.K. If i post i drawing i did for one of my earlier Troll's?

Don't post it here. That's what the general chat topic is for.

[OPtimus]

> Be the useless popsicle

What?

> Fine be the secretive Artic Troll


Your name is Omerta, of course thats not your real name. You dont like to tell anyone either your fake or real name. You have a tendency to feed off of secrets. You like it when people confide in you. You tend to be very naive, because thats what you are. You are a 8.5 sweep year old child.The only thing you learn from is the RADIO that you get WITH YOUR RIDICULIOUSLY TALL HORNS. What a way to learn about life. Not that it matters because the only one near you to ridicule you is ME and your CROSS EYED CARABOU LUSUS.

That thing, speaking of THAT THING. Seriously. Its just a head of a Carabout that sneezes antifreeze. Which you drink. You are the only one that can drink it. In fact you need it to survive. Because your HIVE is so FUCKING COLD.

Ok whats next. OH YEAH. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS.
Where the fuck did you get Kataar-kind? Oh wait nevermind. You keep that a secret.
Fucking secretive prick.
Do you even KNOW how to USE this? No you don't.
You know WHY?
You've never had to fight a single thing in your life.

Next...
Fetch Modus. You have the RADIO FETCH MODUS. It has four settings, 93.1, 95.5, 98.7, and 106.7 Each disperses items at a some what random rate. So if you put something in, you have to wait for the song to change to get something else.

Speaking of songs you really like metal. For such a quiet guy you love loud thrashy music. More importantly the lyrics of metal is what gets your trousers in a bunch. Oh yes the lyrical goodness.

your troll tag is silentWinter and you never say I, Me, or My. You replace sentences that use them with ...*SW did something stupid* or something like that. You use emotes because you have goggles.

[Crystal Blackpaws]

Crystal: Jump on the bandwagon.

> Be the troll who's horns were obviously meant to be coat hangers.

You are now the coat hanger for horns troll.

But you find that a rather cruel nickname, and would like to mention your name is KALIUM VOLTAC. Some times your name becomes KALI or SHRIMP, the second of which likely mocks your MINIATURE STATUS. You are ridiculously short for a 5 SWEEP OLD. Your diet of entirely VEGETATION might be the cause of that, but you don't care. You LOVE THE STUFF.

Because of your PISS YELLOW BLOOD you often are picked on, but you have proved you can hold your ground. Mostly thanks to your freakish HEMOKINESIS. The more blood, the stronger you get. Though when the only blood is yours, you tend to PASS OUT from rapid blood loss. This often ends with small blank spots in your memory, which you have grown use to. What really bothers you, is you cannot remember anything before your 5th wriggling day. But you hide your concern under a blanket of UNNATURAL CHEER. A lot of other trolls find it slightly adorable. Or disturbing. Along side your slightly OCD, wait, slight? Your EXTREMELY PARANOID OCD, this makes you quite fussy. You want everything to be perfect, and come off as slightly PUSHY at times. You tend to rearrange your respiteblock all the time, even if it really doesn't need it. The only thing that remains the same are your WALL PAINTINGS. It's quite a rainbow, lacking only purples. But, it is only paint to the UNEDUCATED IDIOT. The reason you don't have purples is because the HIGHBLOODS who have such a color don't have time to mess with a PEASANTBLOOD such as yourself. Yeah, you paint with BLOOD. But you don't kill to get it, you just collect it after your FIGHTS. You would never start a fight just to get more. The most common color is yellow, as more often than not you get THE LIVING SHIT beaten out of you before winning.
Your contacts tend to get WORRIED about you, but your CHEERFUL DISPOSITION wont let anything get you down.

Due to living high in the trees, you naturally adore CLIMBING REALLY HIGH. Though this is a recent thing, you use to be terrified of heights as your GIANT LUSUS would throw you out of the tree-hive. Thankfully your FREAKISH HORNS would often catch tree branches and break your fall. You had to teach yourself how to get out, and it became your FAVORITE PAST-TIME EVER. It's very useful to avoid any trolls on the jungle floor below.

You also really like MESSING WITH TECHNOLOGY. Though mostly because your lusus brings you broken gadgets she finds. The best thing she found was a nearly fried HARDDRIVE from which you have managed to salvage a lot of EPIC STUFF. And for some reason a bunch of ~ATH files. They are pretty much useless to you. Even if you were to try and figure them out, your COMPUTER can't run a lot of things at once, and generally crashes if you have more than just TROLLIAN open.

Speaking of that, your trollTag is imperfectPerfectionist and the keyboard is your enemy. it ;olrs to screw up everythong u say. ANDULIKETOABUSECAPSLOCKWHENEXCITED, and more often than not forget about the space bar.

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Name: Kalium Voltac
Blood Color: Yellow, #F9ed00
Gender: Female
Age: 5 sweeps
Lusus: Giant Maned Gorilla
Symbol: Potassium
Strife Specibus: GiantSwordKind
Fetch Modus: Barrel of Monkeys
Trolltag: imperfectPerfectionist
Typing quirk:
either entirely in lowercase or UPPERCASE, forgets spaces when excited, scared or angry, types fast so often just uses shortcuts (you becomes u, what - wat) and makes typos which often involve fingers slipping one key entirely over (likes could become ;olrd)
Title: Theif of Blood
Land: Land of Evergreens and Ambiance
Consorts: Raccoons

I've had her off forum for some time now, figured she should be introduced to the MSPA world

[Chasewithlasers]

>Be the masochist/pissy bitch.

Fuc...nngh..k you.

Success.

Your name is Vitara Bolest, and you are a BEIGEBLOOD, 9 sweeps old, though you look like you have 6.

You hate your life more than anything else in the world. No, you’re not one of those depressive and/or traumatized dumbasses… well, ok, kinda. 3 sweeps ago, you were CULLED by a bunch of highbloods, for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. You almost died, yes… and then your latent power finally appeared. And it’s because of that power that you absolutely HATE your life.

You have the power of being in an ETERNAL STATUS QUO. That means that, since your culling, your body kept itself in the EXACT SAME WAY it was left. In other words, you have developed EXTREME REGENERATION. You can cut your stomach open, spill all your guts, and they’ll be regenerated in less than a minute. However, you cannot regenerate your RIGHT ARM, LEFT LEG, your scars and your permanent GLASGOW SMILE. Oh, and you will always look like you are 6 sweeps old, too. But the regeneration is as far as your power goes, though; you are pretty weak, and not a good close-combat fighter, seeing as you practically lost half of your limbs… although you have some pretty good aim.

This also means that you won’t die of natural causes. Ever. Actually, you are pretty hard to kill in general, given your EXTREME REGENERATION being able to instantly heal the deadliest of wounds. And that’s pretty much what you hate your life for; your power makes you feel EXCRUCIATING PAIN on your arm and leg stumps. You normally only feel like that when you’re not taking your trusty painkillers, however. Gog you love those things. They just make you feel so light… happy… without any pain at all. So yeah, you are constantly high as a kite. The pain you suffer is so horrible, though, that you have to take some of the STRONGEST painkillers on all of Alternia. Your body got used to it, but boy do those things fuck up your think pan while you’re using them. The regeneration makes your body go back to normal after you’re done with your drugs, so you don’t have to worry about future consequences.

Thanks to your power, you developed a fondness for EXTREME ROLEPLAYING, or FLARP. Your share of GRUESOME ACCIDENTS far surpasses the limits of what would be considered ‘unhealty’. You enjoy playing it, as acting like someone else makes you forget about how much your painful life sucks. Besides, playing FLARP while stoned is AWESOME. The name of your persona is MARTYRIE UROBORIA, and you have quite a bodycount.

You can be considered as a MASOCHIST, at least when you are high. You love being CUT OPEN, CANNIBALIZED, TORTURED, etc, etc, because the painkillers fuck you up so much that they made you feel PLEASURE instead of EXCRUCIATING PAIN. Yes, you have to suffer HORRIBLE GUT-WRENCHING PAIN to feel good, because your drugs mostly neutralize any other kind of pain.

You have a modest HIVE inside of a CAVE, far away from civilization. You have most of the common furniture any other troll would have, a small collection of CRUTCHES, loads and loads of empty pill bottles, and some TORTURE MACHINES. Your Lusus, a big and sadist SATYR, enjoys ‘helping’ you use your torture toys, and in his ‘free time’, he hunts other small Lusii who wander too far from home and scares the hell out of adventurous trolls. His toy of choice is the WHIP, which influenced a lot on your speaking quirk. You two have a really… uh… incestuous relationship. Urgh.

You obviously use the CRUTCHKIND Kind Abstratus, and you also learned to use RIFLEKIND on your Strife Specibus. You are pretty good with both of them. You use the STAB Modus, which requires you to stab the right part of your body to get an item.

Your trolltag is torpidAnguish and, while high, you speak in inTERVAAAALS OF~ pure exciteMEEEN~~t, like if you were BEEEE~~~ing whipped while TAAAAA~lking. When you’re not under the effect of your drugs, you speak like you were suff…gghrh…erring and fee…aah…ling agonyz…GHHYAAH…ing pain. In both cases, you constantly moan while speaking.

If you played SGRUB, your title would be PRINCESS OF BLOOD, in the LAND OF PAIN AND FLOW.

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Name: Vitara Bolest
Blood Color: Beige ( #A29C33 )
Fetch Modus: Stab Modus
Lusus: Satyr
Strife Specibus: Crutchkind and Riflekind
Gender: Female
Age: 9 Sweeps(~20 Earth years)Old, looks like 6 sweeps old
Symbol: Hand of Eris
Trolltag: torpidAnguish
Typing quirk: acTIIIIN~~g suddenly excIIIII~ted when high and sud…uurk…denly agon…GYAAAHH…izing when normal. At any rate, she's constantly moaning.
Title: Princess of Blood
Land: Land of Pain and Flow
Consorts: Bears

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Lusiffied Satyr Lusus, now with 100% more Lusus!

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Doesn't look like it, but this fucker is 7'11 tall. In other words: Tall as fuck.

[Quincunx]

====> Be the poor crazy shrieking dolphin girl.

Your name is Aragua Heyler and you are 7 and a half sweeps old but frankly your age is of LITTLE IMPORTANCE compared to the EXTREMELY IMPORTANT WORK you have to do. You were born with HIGH-CASTE BLOOD, not Empress-level but VERY CLOSE, and thus you are a SEA-DWELLER. You are also kind of a freak! Not a complete freak, just a partial one, as your FINGERS AND TOES were born fused bizarrely in a way that makes both walking and holding things EXTREMELY DIFFICULT and would have no doubt ensured your CULLING if you lived on land. However, they are a great asset while swimming. You like to count your blessings often and this is always one of the first.

You live in a SWAMP right on the edge of the OCEAN that contains many TREES that curl and twine and tangle about in what you find to be rather disturbing ways. The huge LEVIATHANS that usually skulk about the depths are drawn to this place and die when they beach themselves in the shallows, allowing you to gut their rotting carcasses and collect their bones, which you use as weapons or hang about your swamp like some sort of morbid installation piece. You decorate these hangings with your rich MAGENTA blood, using all sorts of runes you made up yourself or found on old ruins deep underwater. This is all for the sake of keeping out the HORRORTERRORS that you know lurk just beyond the paper-thin walls of this dimension. Ever since you built your sprawling hive here, you have been plagued by indescribable dread while awake and visions of hideous monsters whenever you sleep, and as a result you sleep very rarely, often going DAYS or even WEEKS without it until your body simply cannot take it anymore and you PASS OUT.

You often go MONTHS without seeing other trolls, and those who do stop by do not stay long, as even those with the weakest of psychic abilities feel the pressure of the terrors bearing down on every square inch of the environment. This leaves you incredibly LONELY and starved for physical contact, and as such you are really quite TOUCHY-FEELY. You subject your guests to all manner of affectionate face-touching, hugging, hair-stroking, and even outright snuggling if you can manage it. Sadly, in the event that your guests do not simply leave in the end, they usually go INSANE from the nightmare visions they are subjected to every time they sleep, and you are forced to kill them. And sometimes they come back and you have to kill them again.

To plan for the future right now is difficult, because you cannot entrust this duty to anyone but yourself. You feel sometimes that you are just delaying the inevitable, and get particularly EXISTENTIAL when you are sleep-deprived. You like to reach out to others on Trollian in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from going COMPLETELY MAD from isolation and loneliness, though while you speak you are perky and upbeat and favor colorful language and metaphors.

Your trolltag is darkAtlantis and you LIKE TO GET YOUR POI^vT ACROSS I^v THE ^^OST URGE^vT ^^A^v^vER POSSIBLE!

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[llamamiah]

>Be the one who is sorta similar to the oddly memetic one.

<(==)>ood day..



Your name is PORRAZ GLASERE.

You are a PRETTY BIG FAN of ICE. You live on an INCREDIBLY COLD ISLAND in the MIDDLE OF THE SEA with PENGSIS. There's ice EVERYWHERE, spawning your interest.

Your HIVE is built into a GIANT COLD-WEATHER LIME TREE. This brought forth ANOTHER INTEREST: LIMES. They're pretty much all you eat, and you get sick often because of the SHEER AMOUNT YOU EAT.

You want EVERYONE to bask in the WONDER that is COLD LIMES. So, you began creating LIME-SHAPED CRYO-BOMBS, for your BOMBKIND SPECIBUS. When one is THROWN, a HUGE EXPLOSION of FREEZING LIME JUICE is released. You never really get a chance to USE THEM, seeing as you LIVE ON A FUCKING ISLAND.

You also like STEAMPUNK SETTINGS, leading you to allocating your SECOND SPECIBUS to PICKAXEKIND, which has a STEAM-POWERED PICKAXE IN IT. You've wreaked TONS OF HAVOC on the island with that thing.

In the game of SGRUB, you will become the FARMER OF TIME in the LAND OF FROST AND QUARTZ. Your CONSORTS will be SEALS.

Your trollTag is icyLimes, And you.. Tend to.. Speak with.. A <(==)>ood.. Slow dose.. Of limes..

[OPtimus]

> Be Walter

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> What? Walter? That is a stupid name for a troll!

Your name is Walter Wessen. You DESPISE the name and WHOEVER named you that. You live in a war bunker with your BADGER LUSUS. He is a very ornery fellow that gets jealous of other lusus. Your hive is surrounded by other hives that are constantly trying to kill you. You don't know why but this has made you atone to WAR and COMBAT. Actually you have taken UNHEALTHY LIKING TO MILITARY LINGO and TERMS. You are also fond of GUNS and BOMBS. Your constant war with neighboring trolls and lusii is very stressful and it has caused you to lose all of your hair!

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is RANDOM GUN KIND. It randomly equips you with either a Handgun, a Magnum, a Shotgun, an Assault rifle, a Rocketlauncher, or a Sniper Rifle.
Obviously because of YOUR HORRIBLE LUCK you get the worst guns for the situation at hand.

Your fetch modus is a PLATOON MODUS. You have one Platoon card, that holds 6 batallion cards, that holds 6 squad cards, that have 6 items each. You must relay orders to the lower cards to get your items. Often the orders are wrong and you get the wrong item.

Your troll tag is madRoughneck and you Tend to talk in military jargon, and replace ABREVIATIONS with the military alphabet, over.
Your emotes are like this (:D to show that you are a jarhead.

[Zrcalo]

> Be the homeless troll



You are now the homeless troll.
Your name is DONOVAN. Or at least thats what you want others to call you.

First and foremostly, you are HOMELESS. This should be obvious. You wander about in the city sleeping wherever you want and doing whatever you want. Which is mostly looking around for food. You love food. Especially when you can find it. You love to pester other trolls into letting you eat their food and sleep on their floor. Although you are a FUCKTARD and an ASS so this rarely happens.

It is also important to note that your lusus is DEAD. It probably coincides with the fact that you have no HOME. You dont like to talk about this. In fact, you dont like to talk about it SO much that you refuse to tell anyone where you currently reside or your last name for fear of being culled.

Ironically you are perfectly okay with being homeless if it werent for the GHOSTS.
You have always been able to talk/hear/see ghosts. Sometimes you get them mixed up with real people. BUT THEY STILL SCARE THE BLOODY SHIT OUT OF YOU. You also hate highbloods. In fact, you hate them worse than ghosts.

You sleep in the daytime to avoid the ghosts and tend to annoy people to death at night on your trusty grubtop when you're not out looking for food or being fucktarded.

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Whelp. evidently you now have a Lusus that's a dragon from another dimension called ammy. You also have a whom you affectionately call CREEPTROLL. You turn into a soft blubbering fool whenever she's around. You also have a good friend sea-dweller who's BATSHIT INSANE. all in all you've got three places to stay at, and are thusly upped from "homeless" to "drifter".

oh and your art is SHITTY

but it doesnt matter, you try to trade it for things anyway.

stats:
Blood type: Dark Red
chumhandle: doomXerox

YOU LIKE TO SPEAK WITH ALL CAPS
ALSO YOU PRESS ENTER INSTEAD OF USING PUNCTUATION
YOU ALSO TEND TO RAMBLE ON
ABOUT ALL KINDS OF STUFF
AND TELL PEOPLE HOW FUCKTARDED THEY ARE AND UGLY THEY ARE
THEN FEEL BAD ABOUT IT LATER OR SOMETHING

[scientificBlues]

Since I can't edit posts in locked threads and I can edit wikipages, I think I'm gonna stick to the ol' post there, link here method.

This time, green!

practicalGargoyle is on Pesterchum. Chaaat yooouuur heeeaaart ooouuut. Click the picture for a wiki link.



Quick Info:
Name: Tesque Rouene
Trolltag: practicalGargoyle
Outside: Fuck no.
Hemospectrum: Who cares?
Age: 7 sweeps
Quirk: Looong voooweeels.
Voice: Eeyore
Fetch Modus: Finale
Strife Specibus: Radiatorkind, Cleavagekind(?!)
Lusus: Part duck, part kookaburra, all vicious predator
Tombs: Would definitely raid them, uh, if they were indoors.
Hoarding: Can quit any time he wants