no no your right. ill fix that right up
no no your right. ill fix that right up
BLUH! JPEG COMPRESSION! BURN IT! BURN IT!
HEID THE MOTHERA-FUKIN CRAFTSMAN!
>Be the Metallurgist and Craftsman
You name is Heid Muradin. You have a small amount of interests, mostly centered around making shit out of metal and making detailed knickknacks out of wood, bone, or anything you can get your hands on. You also hang around the local Cafe quite a bit, sometimes talking with random people on Trollian when not making shit or sleeping. Your primary interests and lusus, a Headless Hulk-beast, have led you into being a SMITHY and CRAFTSMAN. You also happen to be a mutant with black blood. You have great respect for the Hemospectrum, though you don't beat yourself up about your blood color be you feel that you contribute to troll society enough to make up for you low status. You are also rather stubborn and can be stupidly loyal.
You have cut off your horns and keep you hair non-existent so that they don't get in the way of your work.
Quirks: He speaks with a rough ƒl_uri§h
Strife: Fist- and Tool- kind
Captchalogue: Toolbox-kind, Easy to use.
Symbol: Craftsman's mark
Last edited by NinjaPope; 03-19-2011 at 06:12 PM.
>Be the hysterical dame.
Haha very fu-
...Well godamn. Didn't think you were serious!
But yeah, you can't be the hysterical dame because she's HYSTERICAL. Try back later, after her Lusus calms her down.
>Wait a bit.
Your name is SAARGA HISZTER, and you are feeling CHILL, just as you always do after your Lusus calms you down.
You are afflicted with TROLL HYSTERIA, and will FLIP THE FUCK OUT for hours on end, without warning. The only thing that calms you down are the SECRETIONS OF YOUR LUSUS. She secretes an AMBER OIL that calms you down for QUITE SOME TIME. However, you always flip out again later.
Your INTERESTS are in JAZZ MUSIC, the anime CRIMSON LOTUS ARMY, and FASHION. You find Jazz helps prevent your hysteria, but ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE. Crimson Lotus Army is an over-the-top, badass, highly quotable, heartwarming, tearjerking, awesome, hilarious, and overall AMAZING ANIME. It stars the MANLIEST FICTIONAL TROLL TO EVER EXIST, a man with DYED-BLUE HAIR, TATTOOS, NO SHIRT, A CAPE, and RAW BADASSERY COMING OUT HIS PORES.
Your interest in FASHION started by watching Crimson Lotus Army. You noticed all the AWESOME AND OVER-THE TOP CLOTHES that the characters wore, and decided to DESIGN ORIGINAL CLOTHES, hoping to make CLOTHING AS BADASS AS THAT SHOW. Sadly, watching the show tends to make you FLIP OUT EVEN FASTER. But you don't care, it's freaking amazing.
Your blood color is a NICE AMBER COLOR, and it has a strange FEEL TO IT, almost like OIL. You once tried to see if COVERING YOURSELF IN YOUR BLOOD WOULD CALM YOU DOWN. You think that wriggler had several HEART ATTACKS when it saw you, and you STILL needed your Lusus's help.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to TEDDYKIND, but he's always turning into a knife! Silly bear.
In the game of SGRUB, your title is the DAME OF DOOM, and you reside in the LAND OF AMBER, OIL, AND ERUPTIONS.
Your symbol is an ANCIENT ONE, apparently meaning AMBER OIL. You chose it to GO WITH YOUR BLOOD, AND YOUR AFFLICTION.
Your trollTag is hystericalOil, And you tend to be perfectly chill... UNTIL YOU START FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Last edited by llamamiah; 03-20-2011 at 01:53 PM. Reason: Forgot horns Bluh
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Note: I've gone over the character limit again so I've split the list into two posts. Just in case you were wondering where half the trolls went and were too lazy to scroll down.
>Be the chick that every troll thinks is an alien.
"uh.. ahahahahahaha like, NO. : )"
Your name is ARIALA SCRIPTUM.
Mannequin of Dreams
Land of Screens and Transparency
"ohaaaay! like, what're you up tooooo? : )
IS REALLY A PINK BLOOD LOL Is really a peach blood.
You are JUDGED by OTHERS whenever looked at by FIRST GLANCE. Of course, to be JUDGED BY YOUR "SKIN" COLOR. For CRYING OUT LOUD, it's MAKEUP. You use HEAVY FOUNDATION to hide SCARS FROM THE PAST from OTHER GIRLS. It's really annoying, as OTHER TROLLS call you "ALIEN". But you can't just SHOW OFF YOUR SCARS, that's stupid. Not like you CARE MUCH ANYWAY, it's nice to MAKE OTHERS FEEL STUPID about mistaking MAKEUP for ALIEN-FEATURES.
Other than that, you are a TOTAL iGRUB FREAK. You are always found TEXTING, CALLING, and TEXTING on your phone. After 20 minutes without your PHONE, you start to PANIC and try to grab the NEAREST PHONE to CALM YOURSELF DOWN. This means CHARGING IT will make you feel SCARED. You have all the APPLICATIONS on your PHONE, ALL OF IT. TROLLER, TROLLBOOK, MYFACE, TRUMBLR, IT KEEPS HAPPENING. There are also SO MANY MUSIC STORED ONTO IT and your PHONEBOOK has CELEBRITY TROLL'S PHONE NUMBERS. You know EVERYONE'S PHONE NUMBERS. Everyones.
Other than being a PHONE PSYCHO, you are a MAKEUP ARTIST. You wish to TRANSFORM EVERYONE'S FACE into BLAND TO GLAM and then POSSIBLY MAKE OVER FIVE MILLION BOONSBUCKS. Although sometimes the SECRET to making them SEXY is that you have to use NEEDLES to OPEN UP THEIR okay nevermind you might get ARRESTED for REVEALING THAT.
You're REALLY STRANGE, everything you say, you SMILE. Bad or not. A grin always FORMS on your PALE FACE. Apparently you have some sort of DISEASE called RISIOITIS that makes you SMILE 24/7. You can move your MOUTH to TALK just fine, but you can't FROWN or TURN BATSHIT INSANE. You're one of those people that TRY TO LIVEN UP THE MOOD or GO HAPPY-GO-LUCKY.
Your LUSUS is a FREAKING MUTATED PINK RABBIT. Her name is PINKY. She's OKAY, you GUESS. Just that her ACTIONS aren't really AGREEABLE like ORGANIZING THE SPICES INTO ONE SPICE.
Your STRIFE SPECIBI is CELLPHONEKIND. It's an iGRUB, really. It has a SPECIAL FEATURE that is COMPLICATED that it has to be put STEP BY STEP. First, you TAKE A PICTURE OF YOUR ENEMY. Second, your PHONE has a SELECTION of STICKERS, select one LIKE A BICYCLE or STOP SIGN. Third, you EXTRACT THE STICKER of the STOP SIGN above the ENEMY in the PHOTO, when you PRESS "EXTRACT", it'll start going through all these CYBERSPACE BEAMS and WHATNOT. About 0.5 SECONDS LATER, a STOP SIGN will APPEAR ABOVE THE ENEMY making it FALL DOWN on it.
Your TROLLIAN is radiantScreens and you like, feel so haaaappyyyyy! : )
Last edited by Temperencia; 03-21-2011 at 06:14 PM.
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
>Be the mutant.
Well, look at that! No objections to being called a mutant. You'll like being this guy SO much.
Your name is Panora Unitas, nicknamed Pan. You are 7 sweeps old. You are an ACCIDENT. No, you didn't have an accident; you are the accident (And then Pan was an accident). From what you were told by your lusus, which is an AMALGAMONSTER (known by the blue-bloods as a CHIMERA), it involved a whole lot of PROPAGANDA, REBELLION, GOING AGAINST THE SYSTEM, ROMANCE, and LITERAL MIND-BLOWING.
"OK, so, you know your parents, right? Your lowblood dad who had telekinesis, mind control, and psychic resistance, and your mom, the second highest member in the Grand Alternian Council? Yeah, so, think Troll Romeo and Juliet. One was a princess, the other was a commoner. I don't actually know the story, though. But it pretty much turned out like that. Your mom went against basically every rule of the Alternian society just to be with the most ridiculously overpowered psychic in existence. It worked. She was never caught until after the Imperial Drone reported it's collection of genetic material. They caught your mom, threw her in prison, and executed your dad. That last part didn't work so well. By the time he was dead, they didn't have enough men to cull your mom. So they left her in prison.
Days later... you were born. You had JADE-GREEN BLOOD. Not only that, but you had INCREDIBLE PSYCHIC POWERS (complete with RESISTANCE). However, along with that came below-average physical fitness. The higher-ups, not knowing what to do with you, decided that, by your mother's final will granted by the Empress, you would live to see your 10th wriggling day...
And that's how you were born, and why you're still alive. That is, until your 10th wriggling day. You will then be tested to prove your existence valid," is exactly how he told the story. You can remember the rest from there. You lived your life as a wriggler menaced and hassled by the many ENVIOUS WRIGGLERS around you. You never cared. You knew they would eventually stop. And stop they did, when you finally showed your LEADERSHIP SKILLS. A Team led by you always followed suit. And always won. After that you were menaced by the many OBSESSED WIGGLERS around you. You never cared either. Your life as a troll was normal. Nothing special. No life-changing events that happened to you. Although you did play FLARP every once in a while. When you were clouder, you always won. When you were player, you won slightly less. Because, although you had incredible psychic powers and resistance to them, you are basically a failure when it comes to weapons. You have no idea how to use one or how to deal with them. Even your own FISTS, and you consider that your BEST WEAPON. You are also VERY FORGETFUL, which is a pain when dealing with long FLARP campaigns.
Oh whoops, you forgot about your personality. Well, it varies. You've got more personalities than Vriska has pupils. Your general personality, however, is calm, collected, random, forgetful, imaginative, and prone to uncontrollable bursts of laughter. Also shy. Which makes it hard for you to make friends. Ironically, you have 16 people in your Trollslum. All with varying colors of blood. They think of you as the LEADER and MEDIATOR. You're not sure how this happened, but you have no objections. As for relationships, you're pale and ashen with everybody in your Trollslum. You think you might probably be starting to develop what seems like... flushed feelings for someone. Also you LAUNCHED A THOUSAND SHIPS due to your appearance, which gives no hints as to what your gender is. If you played Sgrub, your title would be Chief of Unity, your land would be the Land of Peace and Rainbows. But enough of that, here's your contact info. Your trolltag is undividedSpectrum, and you build=bridges=between=your=words-
tl:dr version and unlisted:
Name: Panora Unitas (Goes by the nickname Pan)
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: Jade Green (078446) Text: Black (000000)
Gender: Nevermind he's male.
Strife Specibus: Fistkind (color code f600a9)
Fetch Modus: Reaction Modus (pick two items that can be combined and still make sense; those items come out, no combination done, wrong combination means nothing happens)
Abilities: Psionics, psychic resistance, leadership capabilities
Weaknesses: Complete Failure at weapons, forgetfulness, unpredictability, below-average physical fitness
Symbol: Something that means "Unity in Diversity"
Horns: Shaped like a question mark
Caste Status: Low, due to parents' actions
Trolltag and quirk: undividedSpectrum_likes=to=build=bridges=between=h is=words-
Personality: A lot. Generally calm, collected, random, forgetful, imaginative, and prone to uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
Beliefs: Unity is possible even in diversity.
Likes: Unity, Diversity, His friends.
Hates: The caste system.
Special notes: Gender-ambiguous appearance.
EDIT: Nerfed him, changed his backstory, made him make much more sense, and added some stuff.
Last edited by aspiringHelpfulness; 04-13-2011 at 04:13 AM.
Well, the fact he has quite a lot of powers and a resistance makes him a bit OP, but if he's the hugest ditz in existence, i guess that balances it.
Pretty good sprite, btw.
/edit AUGH JPG FORMAT AUGHAUGH AUGH
Never use JPG if you value your images! It utterly destroys them by adding tons of artifacts. Always use .PNG or .GIF!
Last edited by ZDG; 03-20-2011 at 05:03 AM.
Let's consider this:
Abilities: intelligence, leadership capabilities
Weaknesses: forgetfulness, averageness
Personality: A lot. Generally calm, collected, random, forgetful, imaginative, and prone to uncontrollable bursts of laughter.
To me, the weaknesses contradict the abilities- how on earth is he average if he has all these powers and leadership skills? And the mess of personalities is a decent trait by itself, but when you throw it into the mix of everything else, it just makes it a total clusterfuck. I think you need to take this guy back to the drawing board to stop him being so overpowered and ditch the "four parents" thing- makes no sense.
Ok, nerfed him and generally made him make a lot more sense. Instead I gave his parents the most cliche back-story ever.
EDIT: That's just my lame image making skills, not the... oh wait it IS a .jpg how did I not notice? It still looks like how I originally made it. Besides, ImageShack doesn't work for me.
Last edited by aspiringHelpfulness; 03-20-2011 at 07:27 AM.
Your name is STRYNC GACYIO. You are a goddamn SUBJUGGALATOR. Kinda.
You're kind of crazy, unsopored most of the time, and a member of the culling industry, so you decided one day to become a subjuggalator because it was good for business and made the fact that you were mentally unhinged less apparent. Like most members of the subjuggalators (I dunno, twenty? thirty? people), you ascribe to the MIRACLE FAITH. Unlike most, though, you're secretly a worshipper of a HIDEOUS AND HILARIOUS BEAST OF DEAD LIGHT. Someday he will rise up from the SEWERS, and the SEAS, and the CHILDREN will stare at him and scream to their lusii "SAVE US!"
And the lusii will respond "from who?" (if they could talk they would)
And then they all die.
In the meantime, you have an actual interest, as odd as it may be. You like MAGIC. Not the kind in STUPID "MAGIC" SHOWS but the REAL STUFF, the stuff that lets you make LEVITATING BLOOD and FUNNEL SLIDES and TELEPORT. You're NOT TOO GOOD AT IT. AT ALL. But hey, whatever floats your boat, you guess. In the meantime, you continue to STRIVE FOR SUPERNATURALITY. Sometimes you try to absorb the POWER of people you kill. WHICH NEVER WORKS. But hey, keep trying, right?
Because you are an EMOTIONALLY STUNTED CRAZY CLOWN CHICK, you have NO OTHER INTERESTS. Sucks.
Your trolltag is buoyantCarnivale and you"RE reaDY For a LITtle FUN, hee HEE hee...
Last edited by crash826; 03-20-2011 at 08:15 AM.
Whoops, spelled buoyant wrong. XP
Your name is Generos regati and you are a blue blood. You live with your LUSUS that you lovingly refer to as Wolf-Dad. Wolf-Dad forces you to train for 3 hours every day, resulting in many sore body parts by the time you are done. You work at the mall, and you are the resident gamestacking-monkey at the grubstop. You also enjoy VIDEO GAMES, and will often play them late into the morning. Your Wolf-Dad is okay with this, as long as you get in the three hours of training.
You are very proficient at Shotgun-Kind due to days of training, and you are busy learning how to use pistol-kind. You tell Wolf-Dad that the training in pistolkind is unneccesary, but he won't hear any of it... You're sylladex modus is duck hunt kind, which requires you to shoot the card you want to remove from your deck. Thankfully, your training has made you a CRACK-SHOT, and you have no problem with this. This requires you to always hold one shell on reserve during battles, so that you can use it to open the card that holds MORE ammo.
Your chum handle is CryogenicPeditionary, And y0v talk pretty n0rmal. bvt y0vr o's are 0's and y0vr u's are v's.
>Be the slowly-dying painter.
Your name is MERGUI VERVEN. Your blood is a LIGHT SILVERISH-BLUE, and you like it. You are also an amateur painter, but you only use RED, GREEN, and YELLOW. You're kind of weird that way.
Your LUSUS, a TWO-HEADED WINGED SNAKE, has POISONOUS VENOM in the color of YOUR BLOOD. It has bitten you COUNTLESS TIMES, and you are therefore SLOWLY DYING. You expect to be gone by the time you turn TEN SWEEPS, 4 sweeps from now. You are currently UNABLE to seek MEDICAL ATTENTION, due to the fact that THE SILVERISH TINT IN YOUR BLOOD makes you MUTANT.
As mentoned before YOU LIKE PAINTING. A lot. The WALLS of your Hive are covered in RED, GREEN, AND YELLOW. You consider those to be some of the MOST BEAUTIFUL COLORS. When you meet Trolls with blood of the AFOREMENTIONED COLORS, you tend to get REALLY CREEPY and OBSESS OVER THEM for a while. You have somehow NOT BEEN CULLED because of your blood and your CREEPY STALKING. An aspect of the stalking is PAINTING TRICHROMATIC HEARTS all over their HIVES. Because of this, MANY TROLLS HATE YOU IN A COMPLETELY PLATONIC MANNER. You still don't like the fact that its PLATONIC.
Your symbol is one that apparently means a compound of LEAD AND MERCURY. You like it. Your TROLLTAG is dieforYourart, and yoU Like tHe FLUSH quadrant on a creepy LeveL. 3
If you ever play SGRUB, you will be the APOTHECARY OF COLORS in the LAND OF PAINT AND POISON. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to BRUSHKIND, which features numerous PAINT BRUSHES, as well as BUCKETKIND, which has PAINT BUCKETS. The second Specibus tends to freak Trolls out, but you don't mind!
Last edited by llamamiah; 03-20-2011 at 01:59 PM.
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Be the anachronistic pilot.
Your name is Tahryn Jichro, and you're actually having a lot more trouble with that whole piloting thing than you'd like to admit. This is largely due to the simple fact that you're still getting used to the technology of the present day and age. Understandable, given that you've only had two sweeps to adjust to the space age. After all, trollkind was still in the early stages of leaving Alternia's atmosphere when you were coming into adulthood! It was this early space flight that captured your imagination, and when the highbloods were looking for cannon fodder test pilots, you signed up without a moment's hesitation! You were lucky enough to be the one to secure a working rocket. However, your flight didn't go off without a hitch. Science isn't your forte, but apparently space-time screwed the woofbeast, and some kind of anomaly sucked you in, spitting you out more than two thousand sweeps later.
And made you crash-land (hey, you managed to walk away, that's what counts!) on what turned out to be an alien planet. Which, in retrospect wasn't that bad, because hey, it was under Alternian occupation anyway. With enough bowing and scraping, you managed to convince the locals of New Alternia (which, it turns out, was just one of... goodness-knows how many worlds with the same name) to not kill you on sight. Unfortunately, without any sort of record of your identity, it's hard to prove you're not a deserter, so you spend most of your time just trying to remain as innocuous as troll-ly possible, lest someone find out that your forged documents (yes, you made them yourself) aren't particularly legit. You've managed to set yourself up as a go-fer, doing odd jobs to scrape in what few caegars are necessary to eke out a living on this godforsaken frozen shithole. And yet you consider this to be a great improvement over the life you left behind.
Modern trolls take for granted a lot of things that still continue to amaze you. For starters, they have other races to vent their aggression on, instead of simply picking on the dregs of Alternian society. You're still twitchy around other trolls, expecting those higher than you to inflict harm upon your being. It's a habit that's remarkably hard to drop. Another thing that makes you a tad nervous is operating complicated machinery. After all, two sweeps isn't that long to learn the ins and outs of technology that's still science fiction to you. But don't let anyone get you wrong - you're enthusiastic about learning all this amazing stuff and getting to make use of it. You just know that you're hardly an expert, and sometimes that makes you nervous, expecting to screw up and cause problems. Of course, the whole being nervous thing just promotes the possibility of the accident taking place. It's a vicious cycle.
Sometimes, you go around foraging in junkyards and the like, in the hopes that you'll find something a little closer to the tech you're actually familiar with. It's pretty much a pipe dream, especially considering the local subjugated race had different paths in the progress of their technology. Okay, yeah, you're just not very multicultural. That wasn't a problem back on the original Alternia two thousand sweeps ago! Or however long it was. Your temporal reckoning has pretty much been shot ever since you flew through whatever the hell that was. For that matter, back then, you could say a movie title without needing to take a deep breath first. Though these television things are pretty cool, you guess, even if the shows aren't long enough.
One thing that will never cease to boggle your thinkpan is the fact that so many trolls continue to rely on archaic weaponry. It's almost as if they don't realize that you don't have to get blood on you to kill someone. You personally make ample use of rocketkind, having once worked with the demolambasters, though ammunition dependency sometimes requires you to... club your enemies into submission. Hey, you're frugal! Gotta be, when you have a redblood's income! In fact, you've always been able to pinch your caegars like nobody's business, and a five-fingered discount has long been your friend. After all, the nobles rarely notice when something of theirs goes missing, if they've got another ten or twelve of the stupid things. Though they do notice it when you, err... decide to joyride in their vehicles. You're trying to kick the habit, you really are, but the Hotwire Modus keeps your fingers nimble and well-practiced at the art, should you ever have need of the actual skill.
While you like the things the nobility has, you make no pretense of actually being one. Highbloods may have nice stuff, but they're so focused on acting better than everyone else that they rarely have an opportunity to actually have fun. Sometimes you even go so far as to do particularly outlandish things that... aren't necessarily illegal, but are certainly weird as hell, just to spite them. Because spite is fun.
Your trolltag is retrogradeIdealism, and you trY tO bE As mEEk As gOshdArnEd pOssIble And nOt mAkE A fUss. plEAsE jUst lEt mE dO mY jOb.
Last edited by Panzerbear; 04-09-2011 at 09:52 PM.
Be the Big Man.
You can't be the Big Man because you're too busy being The Star.
Be The Star.
Okay, you can do that!
Sweet Troll Jegus, what in the name of all that's holy is that?
Oh, wait, that's you. Tiboot Turign, master of the dunk. Ain't nobody gonna get you down, because you're too busy getting high on all this unreal air. Sure, your genetic donors were... every troll in the research and development department aboard the flagship (it was the office's Twelfth Perigree's Eve cocktail party), which may have had a hand in crafting that handsome mug of yours, but even that bit of weirdness doesn't faze you one bit. And maybe certain other seadwellers okay maybe most trolls you've come across, labeling you a horrifying mutant, have tried to cull you. But the loss of your eye and your only normal arm only paved the way for the inevitable memoir you'll write someday. As soon as you can get a handle on language.
When not wrecking havoc in the yard, warning people about stairs, or having nacho parties, those in positions of power have determined that your true usefulness lies in diplomacy. That is to say that they keep you the hell away by sending you to foreig worlds, where you can hit on aliens instead of making the moves on your own species. You're sure that those poor ladies screaming and fleeing the scene are just intimidated by your impressive stature and righteous hairdo. But if they'd just let you hold them in one of your many tentacles, they would clearly see that you don't bite. Hard. Really, they should be more concerned by the hazard of accidental crushing. You haven't quite gotten a handle on avoiding that with the robot arm, which is why you haven't gone for the prosthetic eye yet - you'd hate to accidentally STRONG STARE someone to death or something.
In spite of your cyclopean status, you're a master of spatial reckoning, and can judge distance in both metric and imperial with hardly any frame of reference. That doesn't stop you from collecting yardsticks, though. You like to keep one on hand at all times to use for extra emphasis when pointing at something, which admittedly weirds out the alien cultures when you do it a little too vigorously. You also keep measuring tape on hand, but that's because you like to pull it out as far as you can, then make it retract. And sometimes poke people with it. But in spite of this, your strife specibus is not measurekind. No, anyone who aspires to someday be the Big Man only needs to make use of ballkind, and you're trained to handle any kind of ball,
As for the fetch modus, well... The incubation modus requires you to store the item inside of you. Sometimes, you pull out an item too early, and it's malformed. But no matter when you retrieve it, it's covered in a vicious, mysterious goo. No, you won't deliberately state where in yourself you store the items.
Your trolltag is tantalizingResonance, and you use the royal we,, so bitches know there not dealing with some stutid fuckass
Last edited by Panzerbear; 03-23-2011 at 09:22 PM.
>Be the best blood color troll.
You fail to be the greenblood.
Your name is Netlah Idalfe. Despite believing greenbloods are obviously the superior caste, you are a tealblood- but this does not change anything at all. Infact, you're practically half green, anyways. But once again that does not matter! The point is that you will do everything in your power to make sure that greenbloods will rule Alternia. The rest of the castes shall be eliminated, leaving green as the only blood color left on your planet. Yes, you fully intend to commit BLOOD GENOCIDE. Raising an army of greenbloods and possibly other castes that think the same as you do, you will wipe out troll after troll to make your vision of the perfect world come to fruition.
But enough about shattered lives, let's talk about your interests! You enjoy the concept of war and killing, and would probably become a great member of the fleet when you were of age. However, your vision got in the way of this. Despite this, you still train almost every day inside of your hive or out on your lawnring, preparing yourself for anything that will come your way. You expect to have attempts on your life afterall, so you have strife cards for any occasion. But you've developped a habit for collecting them, and you won't rest until you have every one of them!
You also love Alternian fauna. Animals are so cute and fuzzy! Well, the ones that don't try to eat you all the time. You are a rare troll in that you keep some animals as pets in your hive, notably a woofbeast who is also your best friend. Your lusus died long ago, killed by a very mysterious troll that you know nothing about. You never actually saw the killing, only your dead custodian on your doorstep. It was very disappointing. Since then, if any troll is cruel to lusi or animals, you will seek them out yourself and deal them RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE upon their terrible terrible souls.
Finally, you are a bit of an artist. You enjoy to paint, especially, and your many works adorn your hive. At one point in your life, you attempted to sell your art to other trolls. None sold. Your hard work, for naught. Nothing in your life has ever made you so ENRAGED, you could just rip off a head right then and there and eat a friggin' thinkpan. These imbeciles know nothing about ART, or about YOU, or ANYTHING. You no longer paint, but instead took up the art of writing. Your books are selling quickly, the thoughts have been planted in the fool's heads. Your book has netted you millions of caegars, but it doesn't mean a thing to you. The idea in the book is the important thing. Oh yes.
In your spare time, you humor the disgusting 'other' bloods, or speak with the one true caste as hateBreeder, and -|You are nauseated by the non-GREEN filth that litters the Alternianet.|-
DOUBLE TROLL POST REACHAROUND or whatever
> Be the last troll Jervous will ever make
Your name is Artive Zewune, and you are a purple blood.
To be honest, you aren't exactly comfortable giving out this much information, but you'll go along with it anyways. It's not like anyone is really READING this...right? Anyway, you are best described as a bit reclusive. You don't get out much, and spend most of your time on your husktop. You do enjoy speaking with your friends, and are usually quite outgoing in conversations. You aren't exactly like that in real life though, and you tend to feel awkward very quickly. This is probably because you don't like other trolls seeing the real you.
On the Alternianet, you are a completely different troll. Your lusus believes you have a very overactive imagination, so you like to pretend you're the perfect vision of who you wanted to be, instead of being stuck as a slightly chubby nerd who wears big conking glasses and just isn't that pretty to look at. You get so embarassed of yourself sometimes. You've pretty much adapted to having a flushed face, if that was even possible. It gives you a purple tint. Your lusus keeps saying it makes you look cute, and pretty, but you know she's just trying to make you feel better.
Anyway, enough about shattered esteems, let's talk about your interests! The thing you mainly like to do is steal information and hack computers. You aren't the best at coding, but you can take over other troll's computers pretty easily. After you're done fooling around, you make sure to fix everything you messed up in their husktop, but usually keep the information you stole to yourself. You like learning about other trolls. Not for blackmail purposes, or anything, but you're kind of a stalker in the sense.
You also enjoy playing a number of computer games, and you tend to waste your time surfing the net for new and exciting games. You usually bribe your friends with these games after you obtain them illegally, but you don't expect anything in return other than for them to like you better.
Your last and completely and totally random interest is the entire ocean. Oh, that wasn't that random afterall! You are a seadweller, after all. You think the sea is just wonderful and majestic, filled with beautiful and wonderful creatures as far as the eye can see. Glub. You don't understand why anyone would ever want to live above land...
Your trolltag is aquaticHivemind and you type en thes really weerd aççent!
I have two new trolls to post~
PS too lazy to add in the caps
> Be the troll with A.D.D.
Your name is Nemmi Fridose.
You have a variety of interests. Really! If there's something there, you can entertain yourself with it. You have an amazing imagination, and you're constantly putting it to good use. One time you were so interested in your toes that you played with them for a good two hours.
The problem with this imagination of yours is that you get bored of these things insanely easily and tend to switch to a new interest before you've even completed the previous one.
Ever since the incident where you lost your lusus, you've been extremely distant from other trolls. You've been afraid that one day you would cause someone harm because of your past. However, you're not completely unsociable. People just need to put in more effort to be your friend then they would for others.
On the subject of social life, one of the things you have been able to keep an interest in is LAW AND ORDER. Due to many extreme cases involving you and kismesii, you are completely against caliginous relationships, and try to auspitace as much as possible, which tends to get you in more trouble than its worth. Related to this, your strife specibus is pistolKind, but you refuse to use it under any circumstances.
As for a power, you sort of have one, but you can't really control it. Everyone perceives your appearance differently. You are pretty sure you are able to see your true self, but when no one else can, it really makes you question it. However, there seems to be common, minor themes, such as, everyone seems to perceive your blood as the exact same green.
Your trollTag is impulsiveDissolution and you likè to màkè surè you àccènt everytjng you possibly càn.
Will post the second troll in a bit
Your name is MIRANI NOSTAL.
You realized that the HEMOSPECTRUM was COMPLETE MUSCLEBEAST SHIT at an EARLY AGE. You have a very ANALYTICAL NATURE. In fact, you are a SCIENTIST of sorts. You like to think of yourself as a BEHAVIORAL SCIENTIST, studying the BEHAVIOR of your FELLOW TROLLS. You talked to a RANDOM SAMPLING of HIGHBLOODS and LOWBLOODS, and, on average, you saw VERY LITTLE DIFFERENCE between the two SAMPLE GROUPS. So you decided to undertake your LITTLE EXPERIMENT.
This brings you to a VERY IMPORTANT POINT.
Those FINS are FAKE. You made them yourself and glued them onto your FACE. They're fairly REALISTIC, as long as you don't touch them. Because of this, you rarely meet anyone face-to-face. Thanks to this, your SOCIAL LIFE is pretty much NONEXISTANT. Your only friends are PEOPLE who you meet ONLINE. Not that you have many ONLINE FRIENDS, either. Not that you particularly care. Your EXPERIMENT is only temporary, after all. It would be RATHER POINTLESS to build a LARGE SOCIAL CIRCLE for your TEMPORARY PERSONA. MIRANI NOSTAL isn't even your REAL NAME. Your real name is ROSALE CELEST, and you were hatched a BROWNBLOOD, raised by your three-eyed CAT LUSUS in a CROWDED LOW-CLASS HIVESTEM.
You deserted all that for the EXPERIMENT, of course. Now you're living by the SEA, in a large, abandoned HIVE. The PERSONA you've created is an ORPHAN, but you still keep your LUSUS, MISS FLUFFUMS around. You have to hide her when VISITORS come knocking, rare as that may be. She could hardly pass for an AQUATIC LUSUS, and her presence would bring your BLOOD STATUS into question. While you are being MIRANI NOSTAL, you've decided to keep your BASIC PERSONALITY (the easiest lies to tell are simple ones, after all), but add a bit of VANITY and HEMOLOYALTY, both traits you've found to be COMMON among HIGHBLOODS.
The point of the EXPERIMENT is to have a LOWBLOOD (you, of course) live as a HIGHBLOOD for a while, and see if anyone can tell the DIFFERENCE. If no one can, then you will have EVIDENCE that the HEMOSPECTRUM is COMPLETE BUNK. Perhaps you will publish a PAPER about it.
Your trolltag is aquaticObserver and You speak, slowly, and carefully, and with the wrong, color.
Last edited by BenevolentDemon; 03-21-2011 at 08:13 PM.
i have a tumblr
>Be the happy troll
Your name is Euphie Ourano, your trolltag is jubilantAcrobat
You are an extremely happy person, you tend to speak sof||y bu| carry around a big s|ick.
Even though you pretty much are in no good physical condition due to the fact you are constantly are getting injured you really want to perform acrobatics. Your strife specibus is net kind. Your lusus is a dolphin.
I honestly don't know why I chose a dolphin, maybe because they are happy?
>BE THE MOST ADORABLE REBEL TO EVER EXIST
(Made an older looking AB, it isn't quite as adorable.)
You are ABREMI LITHOM, a WIGGLER at the age of 4 SWEEPS. As previously mentioned you are a bit of a REBEL. You do not actually REBEL against any specific cause yet, for now you just tend to be a TROUBLE-MAKER. You do not understand why PAILS are so perverse, and tend to use them in your many PRANKS. Though you are a REBEL, you are also RESPECTFUL towards older trolls who you feel DESERVE RESPECT. Your RIGHT HORN was filed down by a SEA-DWELLER who did not find your pranks very AMUSING. The same goes for your LEFT EYE. You have a certain TECHNOLOGICAL PROWESS and your trolltag is foreveraRebel
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Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is of the HAMMERKIND. So far you only have a RUSTY CLAW HAMMER. (Later in life you will gain a HEFTY STONE SLEDGE and a SHELL-BEAST SKULL SMASHER)
Your SYLLADEX FETCH MODUS is IMPORTANCE. Whenever you NEED something it will be at the front ready to be taken.
If you were to play SGRUB you would be the Rogue of Change in the Land of Jungles and Iron.
Your LUSUS is a very protective KANGAROO.
Last edited by doesnotBelong; 03-24-2011 at 07:44 PM.