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

[Morphosky]

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Your name is IZARRA HYDRAS and you are always barefoot.

You are obsessed with PLANTS and DINOSAURS. Those two things somehow CALM your VERY ANGRY AND SLEEP DEPRIVED MIND. You even have a whole chest full of DINOFRIENDS and always let some laying around for fun. During the night, you spend most of your time PAINTING THE STRANGE VISIONS hunting your dreams. On rarer occasion, you travel with your lusus to find new plants for YOUR COLLECTION. You love the TRANQUILITY of the countryside and the forest.

In some not too far away future, you hope to become a renowned artist whose work will give nightmares to every trolls who would dare to look at.

Your constant lack of sleep makes you INTOLERANT TO NOISE, and so to speak, INTOLERANT TO A MAJORITY OF THE ALTERNIAN POPULATION. You couldn’t care less about the blood color; they’re all FUCKING DESPICABLY LOUD. Except for three friends of yours, who seem less noisy than rest in your eyes (ears?).

Despite your intolerance to disturbance, you are able to appreciate a good practical joke. In fact, you find the act of BEING OBNOXIOUS very pleasant. It EASES YOUR NERVES to annoy the hell out of people. You’re never infuriated when you do so. It feels like taking revenge for all the loudness you have to endure and you are very ENTHUSIASTIC WHEN IT HAPPENS. It’s quite a sight.

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Your lusus is a gigantic LONG DRAGON who spends most of his time SLEEPING, his long body surrounding the hill where is located your hive. He’s quite the old and wise dragon when he’s awake. This is sadly not very frequent.

And since you're kind of PARANOID, you always keep a METAL BASEBALL BAT by your recuperacoon, just in case.

Your blood color is a pleasant hue of royal blue. Your trolltag is paranoidExpressionism and you TRY to write in a CORRECT TROLL-ENGLISH while typing the IMPORTANT WORDS in CAPITALS LETTERS

You wield the CLUBKIND strife specibus.
Your symbole is the chinese word for dragon:龍
You are native of a cold region of Alternia where trolls speak troll-French.

(Ok, this is a lot of text ^^' and this is more a troll caricature version of myself than a real fantroll, I suppose, but it was nevertheless a lot of fun to do and I intend to draw the hive that goes with it. It will be pretty~ )

[Pierrot]

Your name is LONAN MELEGRANA

You work day and night in the hopes that one day you will prove your evil worth to be an ARISTOGARROTE, to live a life of SUCCESS and OPPRESSION. You have often times tried to practice oppressing your close inferiors, but you are not very GOOD at being BAD. Mostly you just stick to ordering around your close friend ZOPHYA BRIHAZPATI, who will then IGNORE and CHASTISE you.

You have many DARK and TYRANNICAL INTERESTS, inspired by your faithful DEVILOWL LUSUS CHERNOBOG. You believe everything has a proper ORDER so you specialize in CLEANING. You also enjoy SIMULATED WAR GAMES and amassing large sums of MONEY. You also have a large set of FIGURINES that you call your SUBJECTS.

You go on trollian to oppress people under the handle pseudoAristocrat. You Have A Habit Of Making Every Word Sound Important And Final. Despite The Context!. While Referring To All By The Proper Titles Of Sir and Madam. You use the INTIMIDATE MODUS using your powers of tyrannical ARISTOCRACY to frighten items to do your bidding, mostly on Chernobog's account. Like all stately gentleman you have acquired a proper CANE for your CANEKIND specibus. Like all Aristogarrote's there is a hidden PIANOWIRE hidden inside for your use which will be used to strangle your inferiors later in the medium.

Later in the Game you will be known as the HERO of DEATH in the LAND OF CUBES AND PUMPKINS, but you will not discover this until later. For now you are stuck in your HIVE with DIM ATMOSPHERIC LIGHTNING.

[Monster X]

Another troll with no picture as of yet.

> Be the rust chick who is scared of people

Your name is FEROUS LORICA and you are 6.5 sweeps old. SKIN makes you uncomfortable, very uncomfortable in fact, and as such you hide yours under a PLATED SHAWL all the time. You prefer to spend your time with METAL, which you find PRETTY. You like all of the METAL, but especially RUST. You love RUST.

You are, as with many low bloods, in possesion of a SPECIAL POWER. Specifically you have FERROKINESIS, control over iron. What's weird, though, is that rusted things are much easier for you to control. This gives you a somewhat weird habit of carrying PAILS OF WATER around to dump things with, which embarrasses you greatly. You are often mistaken for a PERVERT, despite being scared of love in most ways.

Your other hobbies include COLLECTING BROKEN and WORKING CLOCKS, which you always like to turn the hands of or repair, SCRAPBOOKING, where you record the very few events in your meager life, and SCULPTING, a hobby you are very embarrassed about but do anyway.

You are SCARED OF FIGHTING. You know all trolls must fight in the MILITARY someday, but you are deathly scared of fighting. You don't want to die or lose a leg or to kill someone who just got a little mad. As such, you utilize BORROWEDKIND, which allows you to wield an item you just took from someone else for a short amount of time. Enough to wound, at least. Your Modus is the HIDDEN MODUS, which gives you some decent carrying space and all but it's really hard to tell everything apart, since they're all rather VAGUE SILHOUETTES.

Your lusus is a giant PANGOLINBEAST, a large and vicious armored tank of a creature. However, it does love you, and expresses it by doing what you want most. It leaves you alone most of the time to HUNT TRESPASSERS, but it loves INSECTBEASTS above all else.

Your trolltag is ruinedHermit and youurrr worddsss tennddd ttooo sloowww dowwnnn duueee ttooo contaminatioonnn eveennn aasss yoouuu saayyy theemmm, eerrr, yyaaa, yyaaa seeeee? Yeaahhh? Eerrr.

(Ferrous - iron related, Lorica - Roman armor, color = B7310E)

[Piconoe]

Be the Calculative Recluse



Your name is BARUCA MUUDRA.

You don't really leave your RESPITEBLOCK that often, and when you do, you make sure it's QUICK and EFFICIENT. In fact, that's how you tend to do most things. This is because of the burden of your PSYCHIC POWERS that you feel you are cursed with. Most trolls have horrific nightmares when they sleep without SOPOR SLIME. You have nightmares, but not of the standard variety. Only when you sleep without HEAVY SEDATION do your powers of ASTRAL PROJECTION awaken. To your dismay, you have yet to be able to control where your projected self turns out. But after the things your've seen, you don't ever want to astral project again, let alone PRACTICE. Even by troll standards, the things you've seen during most of your projections are MIND SCARRINGLY TERRIFYING. This has caused you to grow EMOTIONALL CALLOUSED to the world outside of your own mind, viewing it in a completely DETATCHED and CALCULATIVE manner.

The state of your respiteblock shows this as well. The only things you have in your hive are those NECESSARY to survival or the advancement of your KNOWLEDGE. These artifacts also lay scattered around your room as you do not care for AESTHETICS in the slightest. This includes your GRUBTOP, which you use only to research various knowledgable subjects, though the subject does not matter, or to communicate with others who partake in the QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE like you. Also, you have your RECUPERACOON, which is overflowing with sopor slime as you make sure that you always have enough before you go to bed (your only fear is to sleep without it). To aid in calming this fear, your closet is FILLED TO THE BRIM with containers of the stuff.

Your LUSUS is that of the HISSING COCKROACH breed. Normally, most trolls get into constant GRIEF with their lusii, but you two are a special case. A largely negative quality of your lusus is its tendancy to like things very cluttered and dirty, hissing to no end at those that clean up said messes. That is why you two get along. Your lusus can toss things around and generally make a LARGE MESS of things, and you just honestly don't give a fuck. Also, your lusus's breed tends to randomly just start HISSING at things around it UNCONTROLLABLY. Not in any sort of anger, but just a natural URGE it has all the time. Just like with the clutter, you just don't give a fuck about that either, and you just tend to TONE HIM OUT. He doesn't mind though, he actually enjoys having something to hiss at when it gets the urge.

You use the TRIVIA MODUS as your FETCH MODUS. This modus links up with some secluded Alternian database and extracts various topics to convert into TRIVIA QUESTIONS for you to answer. The information spans across all that is stored there, and the only clue you have for the question beforehand is a list of five CATEGORIES for you to choose from. Get the question right and you obtain your item. Get it wrong, and you have to pick another of the five defaulted categories. Get all five wrong and the card locks itself and you need to get some CRAZY MAD HACKER to break it out for you. You actually don't know anyone like this, so your sylladex is about half full of locked cards.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is that of the RAPIERKIND. Back when you were a YOUNG WRIGGLER, you were rather fond of FENCING. Not only that, but you were rather damn good at it, too. But ever since you started projecting and you started to callous over, you still retained your previous love for the art. Just like all your intellectual pursuits, you found fencing to be the most LOGICAL and STRATEGIC weapon style Alternia had to offer. Even after you completely shelled your feelings in, you still had a deep passion for fencing. Not as FIREY as it was in your youth, but it was just as POTENT if not MORE. Your trolltag is disembodiedEncyclopedia and you speak fluently and precisely but refuse to use any sort of punctuation or capitalization ever because you find it to be a waste of your time that you can be using on less frivolous things

[vehementPropagandist]

===>Repeat this silly meme

Okay

===>Now be the girl

Alright



You are now ZYGOTE VELLUS, or Zyzy/Zy to your friends. You are an unremarkable green blood interested in things such as growth, plants, swimming in the river near your hive, playing the occasional ethernet game, and medicine. You like to think you are a FAIRLY CHILLED OUT PERSON. You don't try to antagonize people and you try to avoid fights. You are content to just walk through life with your plants and cluckbeasts and snakes and... oh did we mention that?
You have an interest in the GROWTH of things, from BIRTH TO DEATH. Watching things hatch from eggs and begin their existence fascinates you (as does the taste of fresh cluckbeast and oinkbeast). Growing plants has become such an past time half of your hive is covered in them.
Because of the wide variation of plants you cultivate, you are actually something of a herbalist, making tea and medicinal powders which you give to the trolls who seek your medical attention.
However, while your medicines may help, being in your MERE PRESENCE can help others HEALTH. You have a rather inactive psychic ability. Around you, cellular regeneration and multiplication increases exponentially. Someone lost a pinky? Well plop that person down beside you for three hours and it'll be back good as new! A bad headache? A few minutes of being in your presence and it's gone!
Unfortunately, you DO NOT KNOW OF THIS. Because it does not affect you, at all (at least not positively). You are totally unaware of this, although you do wonder why something like a MERE STAB WOUND takes so long for you to recover from! And because no one with missing appendages stands by you for three hours.
There is nothing at all wrong with your eyes besides them being extremely weak, yup, that's the whole truth and nothing but.
You have a cursory knowledge of such things as surgery, you think you do better with setting broken bones though.
Other then all of that, you are an average swimmer (you have no gills so you can only stay in the water for so long) and enjoy fishing with your lusus.

Speaking of which, your lusus is a fucking platypus. This really has nothing to do with anything but it's a fucking platypus.

You use THROWKIND strife specibus which basically means you THROW THINGS. In specific, you use SHARP OBJECTS like knives or those pointy metal star things or thumbtacks or stabler removers...etc. Your FETCH MODUS is the simple GROWING MODUS, where a card will replicate itself over and over and over the more things you put in. You basically can have UNLIMITED SPACE.

Your trolltag is gestatedGrowth and you tend to maaake yooour wooooooords grrrrrooooooooowwwww aaaaaaaaannnnnnddddd brraaaaaaaaaannnnnnccchhhhhhh aaaaaaasssssssssss yoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuu tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyypppppppppppppeeeeeeeee<
(Oddly you do not talk like this. Because that would be stupid)

[adamantRevolutionary]

> Wear the badge. Be the Sheriff.



Whoa there little lady, sheriffin' is dangerous work. Besides, you can't be a proper sheriff without a hat!



> A hat has clearly been on her head this entire time. She asks you to cut the "little lady" hoofbeastshit before she has to teach you some manners. Forcefully. With a bowie knife.

Your name is Jesjae Oltaui, and you're more than a little fond of LAW ENFORCEMENT. Not those snobby excuses for Legislacerators that currently masquerade as the Law, oh no. You're talking about the long gone days of REAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, where REAL lawmen (and lawladies) could bring outlaws to justice their own ways. You're talking about the days when Legislacerators fought with cold steel and hot iron instead of boring rhetoric inside of a stuffy courtroom. Another point that you disagree with the current legal system on is UNCONDITIONAL CULLING. The punishment should be proportional to the crime, and it just isn't necessary to end a life over a petty misdemeanor. Most small time crooks can be convinced to turn away from a POTENTIAL LIFE OF CRIME with a little counseling, and it's better to have a rehabilitated Troll alive and working for the good of society instead of a dead criminal stinking up the place.

You don't particularly care for fashion, but you do have a soft spot for ANTIQUATED LEGISLACERATOR EQUIPMENT. A behatted silhouette riding high on a hoofbeast used to be enough to send outlaws running, but these days your stetson and duster just make you look a little silly.Regardless, your attire is durable and more than servicable enough for a lawlady of your dedicated stature. You have a strife portfolio with more than a few SHERIFF RELATED ARMAMENTS, but for the sake of convenience you try to stick to pistolKind and knifeKind. Your accuracy with the former is unmatched and your speed with both borders on the supernatural. In fact, if you had to list only one strength, you would say it is your SPEED. You are fast to the draw, quick of wit, and possess prestidigitation like none other. All matters pertaining to sleight of hand come naturally to you, and you enjoy utilizing your skills for CARD GAMES and GAMBLING. Unfortunately, there aren't many Trolls who are as enthusiastic as you about BORING GAMES THAT DON'T USE ELECTRICITY and most of the time you just play solitaire and build structures out of cards. Besides, the Trolls who do like to play cards are bitter about the fact that you ALWAYS WIN. You've never cheated a hand in your life, but they aren't convinced.

Your Lusus is a subject of ridicule from both highbloods and your fellow lowbloods alike, since you were raised by A COMMON MOOBEAST. Regardless of what others say, you love BESSIE dearly. She might not be able to protect you and she really just stands around all day, but she is far from useless. You talk to Bessie, and she listens. It's not like she can talk back, but she can still COMMUNICATE. Sometimes a flick of the ear or a shift of her eyes is all you need to know what is on her mind, and she provides EXTREMELY SAGE ADVICE on a matter of issues. You attribute her wisdom to her age, as Bessie is far from a young calf. She isn't going to live forever, but you don't bum yourself out with thoughts like those and instead you enjoy the time you have left with your beloved Cowmama.

Your trolltag is altruisticGunslinger, and you don't worry 'bout what other Trolls think of you, 'cause your opinion is the only one that means a thing.

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Name = Jesjae Oltaui
Trolltag = altruisticGunslinger
Text/Blood = #CDAD00, Gold
Age = 7.5 Sweeps
Quirk = Shortens words with apostrophes, uses cowboy slang.
Lusus = A moobeast (cow) named Bessie.
Powers = Extremely fast, both physically and mentally. Acts on what she believes as impulse, but in actuality is her mind working so quickly that she doesn't have time to consciously acknowledge it.
Strife Specibus = pistolKind, knifeKind, rifleKind
Fetch Modus = Saddlebag
Symbol = Sheriff's star
Physical Traits = Nimble and skinny, while still possessing a feminine figure.
Personality Traits = Eccentric, kind, patient, friendly, altruistic
Interests = Law enforcement, card games, cowboys
Miscellaneous = The reason Jesjae always wins is because of her power. Her mind unconsciously memorizes every card when she shuffles a deck, and Jesjae's hands order them so that she always wins. A good example of how her power works is that if Jesjae ever played Chess, her mind would think hundreds of moves ahead and Jesjae would get "a gut feeling" about where to move her pieces once it determined how to win.

[Pootporri]

==>Be the HALF BLIND EM USER.



You are now PANOPI PANOPI. You are 10 SWEEPS OLD, and you have DARK GREEN-TEAL BLOOD. This puts you relatively LOW on the HEMOSPECTRUM, but you don't mind. You can't see any COLOR, anyway. This is because you are MOTHERFUCKING BLIND. But... Not really. You can see the MESHES of everything around you using your ANTENNA HORNS, which transmit and recieve ELECTROMAGNETIC SIGNALS. Of course, this means you screw with any and all ELECTRONICS in range, but it also grants you the ability to SEE. You're not one to complain.

You have a weird OBSESSION with doing things TWICE. The thought of NOT DOING THINGS TWICE completely JARS and REPULSES you. You have an OMINOUS FEELING that something bad is going to happen if you DON'T. This leads you to entering places TWICE, sitting down TWICE, eating TWICE, and even saying your sentences TWICE.

As for your HIVE, like alot of other GREEN/TEAL BLOODS, you live in the ALTERNIAN JUNGLE. This can get rather CONFUSING and ANNOYING, as you both hate RAIN and OBSTACLE COURSES. The ALTERNIAN JUNGLES have a SHITLOAD of BOTH. Your hive is located in the trunk of a RATHER LARGE TREE. In your HIVE you have quite a bit of HATS, as well as various HEADWEAR. Of course, you are unable to WEAR THESE THINGS, as they mess with your HORNS which in turn messes with your VISION.

In your HIVE, you live with your LUSUS. Your lusus is a rather small SILKBEAST, only taking up the space of your MIDDLE FINGER. This makes him crafty and sometimes he hitches a RIDE on you to see where you're going. Other than being incredibly SMALL and CRAFTY, your lusus is nice. He doesn't particularly HUNT for you, which has made you a tad INDEPENDANT.

Other than being BLIND and CREEPY, you're a rather SOCIAL troll. You like MEETING PEOPLE, MAKING FRIENDS, and TOUCHING PEOPLE'S FACES. Of course, this is only to get a BETTER FEEL of what they LOOK LIKE. This sometimes leads to AWKWARD and MISFORTUNATE circumstances, but you don't particularly MIND.

;)

As for STRIFING, your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to RODKIND. RODKIND is a pretty great STRIFE SPECIBUS, especially when your rod can CONDUCT ELECTRICITY, and thus is a base for sending your ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVES to and from. When you're with your RODKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS, it's like your weapon is an EXTENSION OF YOU. Of course, your fighting skills are EXCEPTIONALLY BAD. This is because you are pretty much BLIND, and BLIND trolls aren't particularly known for fighting ALL THAT WELL. Infact, your SNARKY MOUTH means you've gotten the UTTER SHIT beat out of you QUITE OFTEN.

Your FETCH MODUS is MORSE. To get an ITEM both IN and OUT of your FETCH MODUS, you have to relay the ITEM NAME in MORSE CODE with your HORNS. There's not much more to be said here, just that your MODUS is INCREDIBLY EASY to use, as long as there aren't any other ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVES in the area and you don't mind messing up the surrounding ELECTRONICS to withdraw and donate ITEMS.

If you were to play SGRUB, your title would be the SCRIBE OF FORM in the LAND OF WAVES AND HAIL. Your CONSORTS would be CRICKETS.

Your trolltag is embitteredConductor, and you --. --- You tEnd to sPEak with a start and a stoP, and havE a BEEPing undErtonE to your mEssagEs.... - --- .--.

--. --- You tEnd to sPEak with a start and a stoP, and havE a BEEPing undErtonE to your mEssagEs. You also rEPEat yoursElf twicE.... - --- .--.

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Name: Panopi Panopi
Blood Color: Dark Green-Teal, #086045
Gender: Male
Age: 10 Sweeps
Lusus: Caterpillar
Symbol: Signal tower with waves on the sides and top
Strife Specibus: RODKIND
Fetch Modus: MORSE
Trolltag: embitteredConductor
Typing quirk:
--. --- You tEnd to sPEak with a start and a stoP, and havE a BEEPing undErtonE to your mEssagEs.... - --- .--.

--. --- You tEnd to sPEak with a start and a stoP, and havE a BEEPing undErtonE to your mEssagEs. You also rEPEat yoursElf twicE.... - --- .--.
Title: Scribe of Form
Land: Land of Waves and Hail
Consorts: Crickets

[codingBlind]

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Name: Zephyr Varslang
Age: 8
Position: Budding Enginazi
Lusus: A dual-tailed giant scorpibeast.
Ancestor: The Timekeeper (No real name.)
Planet: Land of Clockwork and Mismatch
Title: Traitor of Hate
Strife Specibus: robotkind (Tends to keep small robotic copys of his lusus in his coat pockets, which he unleashes during strifes.)
Fetch Modus: Bomb Defusal (Must go through an intense bomb scene, every single time you try to take something from your sylladex. Complete with tense music, and shouting cops flipping the fuck out.
Blood color: Medium Turquiose.

>Be the obnoxious, hilariously blind robot maker.
Yezz let'zz poke fun at my impendment. Jackazzzz.
Sorry.
Your name is ZEPHYR VARSLANG



You are 8 solar sweeps old, and live mostly alone, in your MISMATCH HIVE except for your LUSUS, a GIANT DUAL TAILED SCORPIBEAST, which you absolutely detest because it is so pathetically loyal. It’s never even accidentally hit you, never mind challenged you to a FIGHT. You also live with your NUMEROUS AMOUNTS of ROBOTIC JUNK.

You guess your lusus feels pity, because of your VARIOUS INJURIES. You can’t quite remember how you obtained the HORRIFIC SCARS, why your skin is a patchwork of different shades, or why you are COMPLETELY (well not completely) BLIND. The only reason you can think of is that one of your USELESS ROBOTIC CREATIONS spiralled out of control and WREAKED HAVOC on your BEAUTIFUL FACE.

You are told by your KISMESISES AND MORAILS (of which you have little. You wonder why no-one wants to be around you.) that you are INCREDIBLEY OBNOXIOUS and HIGHLY ARROGANT, and you agree with them. In fact, you believe you are the most ARROGANT PERSON EVER, and you refuse to believe anyone is more arrogant then yourself. You could even say that no-one could beat you in an ARROGANCE-OFF. You are simply the best there is.

You have a SMALL AMOUNT OF INTERESTS. You enjoy modifying, creating, and generally SMASHING THE FUCK out of VARIOUS ROBOTIC CREATIONS. You are, in all actual fact, AWFULLY BAD at making HELPFUL MACHINES, as they tend to try and rip your head off on sight, so to gather your dignity; you have named yourself an ENGINEER OF WARMACHINES. You also enjoy SCAVENGING for METALLIC PARTS. You do note that you also RENAMED this hobby for your dignity, and in all honesty, all you do is STEAL from your NEIGHBOUR’S HIVES. You find this extraordinarily amusing, as you enjoy watching anyone who tries to FIGHT BACK burn their own eyes, as you usually steal in the day, as is the time that only a small minority of the troll community can go outside. You enjoy watching people FEEL YOUR PAIN. You also enjoy CODING with ~AH, but that was a thing of the past. You now wish you had chosen something else for your SYMBOL.

The only SUCCESSFUL CREATION that you have made without it trying to kill you, is your WIRELESS STANDLESS SEEING DEVICE, or VIDEO CAMERA. To create this, you had to go through some EXSTENSIVE SELF-SURGERY to make yourself into a RECIEVER for the CAMERA. The cord runs like a thick cable down your hair, and into your HEAD between your horns, before smoothly splitting into each eye and OPTICAL NERVOUS SYSTEM, and also your BRAIN. You forgot to mention you have a knack for MEDICAL SURGERY. Not that it matters. Unfortunately, that machine chose to live up to the PROPHECY of all your machines, and FLIP IT’S SHIT, sending you both COLOURBLIND, and with MALFUNCTIONING VOCALS. You refuse to explain how you made the ANTI GRAVITY DEVICE at the bottom of the camera. It was HIGHLY COMPLICATED, and you doubt that any troll but yourself would understand the SHEER MECHANICAL KNOWLEDGE that you hold within your mind.

You forgot to mention your obsession with RED GRAPES. You will slaughter anything in your path for a single taste of that FRUITY PORTAL TO TROLL HEAVEN. You will stop everything you are doing if you catch glimpse of one, and you destroy any WHITE GRAPES you find, as you think they’re all STUPID POSERS.

On your TROLLIAN, you are known as codingBlind, and due to your mechanical/zzurgical implantzz, your vocalzz flip their zzhit on a certain letter.


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[Monster X]

Your name is TEMSOR VIBBRAS and you are 8.4 sweeps old. You are a kind of weird case, considering your POWER, and as such you spend all your time on MOUNTAINS and cold places. As you are a JADE GREENBLOOD, you can do this WHENEVER YOU DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT, which is usually always.

You like to SKI, as it not only cools you down but also lets you move next to your LUSUS. Your LUSUS is a SKIDBEAST, a massive LIZARD which sKIIS down mountains to CATCH PASSERBY. You try to imitate HER, and you are in fact in the possession of some HARPOONSTOCKS for ramming people.

Other than skiing, you like FLARPING, BUILDING THINGS, and FIRE. Your weird obsession with FIRE is because of your ability. You see, you will PICK UP heat over time, any heat WARMER THAN YOU leaks into you and doesn't leak out. That is, until MIDNIGHT the next NIGHT, where you proceed to BREATHE OUT all of the heat in the form of FIRE.

It's a bit disconcerting.

Despite all of this, you're generally pretty HAPPY with LIFE, leading to you being described as a GENERALLY NICE GIRL. You are sad that NOONE YOU MEET could ever handle SUDDENLY FIRE at midday, nor see the DAY with you, so you have resigned yourself to a QUADRANTLESS EXISTENCE. Your LUSUS is somewhat sympathetic... ish. Most of the time she's too busy hunting people though. Hard to stay big with such a difficult FOOD style.

Your modus is the SKID MODUS, which forces you to STOP AT A CERTAIN SPEED to unlock or put things in. It's... mildly cumbersome. As for your specibus, you wield stockKind, known to the lesser masses as Ski Pole Kind. You have some very SPECIAL SHARPENED POLES(Your HARPOONSTOCKS) for this, as mentioned before.

Your trolltag is freezingNexus and you tenndddd to skidddd a little whennnn a wordddd endssss innnn a consonantttt.

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[QuizmoManiac]

http://quizmomaniacqm.deviantart.com...fist-204945316
There is all the information, his screen name is perplexedPacifist, please add him to the list.
I have a pester chum name of the same title please add me.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

=> Be David Tennant

You cannot be David Tennant because David Tennant it outside of time and space and beyond, reborn as the latest Doctor. Dunkass.

=> Be a Time Lord

Haha no

=> Be the loony one




Your name is COGWIL SLADEN. You are 7.9 SWEEPS OLD, and LIVE WITH YOUR FELINEBEAST LUSUS still.

Your hobbies include PUNS, WORD GAMES, and POUNCING ON YOUR FRIENDS AND ROLLING WITH THEM UNTIL YOU'RE ON TOP. This IRRITATES them, but you cannot FATHOM their disapproval, and always do it. ALWAYS.

You have a distinct power of SEEING ALL ASPECTS OF TIME IN A GIVEN SITUATION. This tends to give you MANY FORMS OF EXPERIENCE, which makes you QUITE THE LOONY CHARACTER. Many see you as A VERY WEIRD PERSON, while others CALL YOU ECCENTRIC. You tend to make CAT PUNS and TIME PUNS while MIXING AND MASHING WORDS. This CONFUSES AND ANNOYS ANYONE YOU TALK TO usually, though SOME MILEAGE MAY VARY.

You have no strife specibus, because you BITE AND RUN when trouble arises. However, YOU HAVE A MASSIVE WEAKNESS FOR PETTING AND GENTLE SCRATCHING, making you vulnerable. This tends to make you cause purring sounds, THOUGH THERE IS NO REASON HOW OR WHY.

Your trolltag is clockworkAnomaly and Cogwil wonders why hour mewsings confuse everyone ono

[llamamiah]

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A character in the same AU of http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4635388

>Be the motorbike dude in this wacky AU.



Your name is TERYUI AKSURU.

You are one of a few GENERALS serving MASTER NOLIDJ. You earned this rank by joining on your OWN FREE WILL. The reason you joined is a bit confusing. Let's first look at the life you lived PRIOR to joining.

You were a relatively CAREFREE greenblood, but you had a strange LOVE for SHOWING OFF. From the age of FIVE SWEEPS, you would leave your KOMODOBEAST LUSUS at your Hive, so you could perform tricks on your motorbike at the NEARVY VILLAGE.

One day, you got back to your hive to see a group of BLUEBLOODS running away, with spray paint ALL OVER YOUR HIVE, telling you to CULL YOURSELF for having blood lowet than TEAL. You were somewhat angry, but knew that you could just paint over it. But then, you got inside.

Your Lusus had been BRUTALLY MURDERED, which filled you with UNBELIEVABLE RAGE. You biked after the bluebloods and CULLED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. You spent several lunar sweeps going around, CULLING THOSE WHOSE BLOOD WAS HIGHER THAN GREEN.

Then one day, you met NOLIDJ. He was a redblooded genius, efficiently using OTHER TROLLS to murder A HUGE NUMBER OF TROLLS. You begged him to let you join his army, and he GRACIOUSLY ACCEPTED, seeing as he NEEDED SOME GENERALS.

You follow Nolidj because he's at the VERY BOTTOM OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM, and yet he manages to prove that the HEMOSPECTRUM IS BULLSHIT.

He was a redblood that culled NONSTOP, INDESCRIMINATELY. He proves that ALL TROLLS SHOULD BE EQUAL, with the EXCEPTION of your DARK CARNIVAL. They shall RULE FOREVER.

Your FETCH MODUS is the ARRAY OF HASH MAPS MODUS. It can be quite useful, honestly. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to WHEELKIND. You have several NORMAL MOTORCYCLE WHEELS, as well as one that you STOLE from a FLARPER YOU CULLED. It is the MIRTHFUL RETRIBUTION, a motorcycle wheel with a REFLECTIVE MIDDLE which is CONSTANTLY ON FIRE.

On Trollian, your trollTag is violentlyCrazed, and y(+)u tend t(+) t(+) d(+) very e(X)treme stunts with y(+)ur w(+)rds!

If you ever played SGRUB, you would be the DAREDEVIL OF DEMISE, in the LAND OF SPEED AND GRAVES. Your prototypings would be your LUSUS'S STUFFED BODY, and a poster of TROLL EVEL KNIEVEL, the greatest DAREDEVIATOR of all time.

[MostlyHarmless]

=> Be the troll who's got to live on science alone.



Your name is ADEINE CYTOSE. Although you are a SEA-DWELLER your blood happens to be a vibrant hue of HOT PINK a colour not even accounted for in the official hemospectrum. The truth is that you were born with perfectly ordinary purple blood. You just decided to tamper with your own genes because YOU ARE A SCIENTIST AND MOTHER NATURE IS YOUR BITCH.

In case it wasn't obvious by now, you are a SCIENTIST. A GENETICIST to be more precise. You like to make this distinction clear because you HATE ROBOTS. Robotics is kiddy science for babies. Any old hack with a wrench can build one. Engineering genetic abominations that spit in the face of God, now that's real science!

You currently recieve a GOVERNMENT GRANT for your research in the field of LUSUS BREEDING AND ENGINEERING because strong lusii raise strong trolls. Speaking of lusii your lusus is a..... Actually you're not really sure what he is to be honest. You think that he used to be a GIANT AQUATIC RAT or something but you've subjected him to so many GENETIC EXPERIMENTS that at this point he's technically a BRAND NEW LIFEFORM.

You also fund your own personal research projects by selling ILLEGAL GENETIC ENHANCEMENTS. The most popular of which are BLOOD COLOUR UPGRADES. For you it's actually a fairly simple procedure to alter the genes that control blood pigmentation but that doesn't stop you charging an EPRESS'S RANSOM for it. Hell one guy litterally sold you his arm and his leg just for teal.

When you're not in your lab playing God you enjoy watching SCHLOCKY SOAP OPERAS such as ALL OF MY WIGGLERS and THE CULLED AND THE BEAUTIFUL. You also have a bit of a SWEET TOOTH. You favorite confection is HARDENED, FLAVORED SUCROSE WITH CORN SYRUP MOUNTED ON A STICK AND INTENDED FOR SUCKING OR LICKING or LOLLIPOPS as they are more commonly known on Alternia.

You're biggest claim to fame other than your research is your infamous reputation as a FIDUSPAWN TRAINER. You've competed in several high ranking tournements against some of the best players on the planet. Naturally every member of your team has recieved numerous genetic enhancements to make them as lethal as possible. Because of this many of your fellow trainers accuse you of CHEATING. You're usual response to such accusations is to tell them to take it up with your LEVEL 100 FIDUQUEEN.

Your trolltag is transcendentGeneticist and even yoUr TexT is GeneTeCiCAlly enhAnCed.

I'd say that I'll update this profile with Sgrub stuff later... But I've been saying that for a lot of my characters now... Why maintain this facade any longer?

[babbleishka]

>Be the grumpy bitch.

| A/V\ |\|OT A GRU/V\PY |3|T<H

>Fine. Be the guy who likes birds.

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Your name is GEKIRA MERCURUS and you are TEN SWEEPS old.

You are a rare kind of troll called a WINGED DWELLER.

Even though you are a WINGED DWELLER, you have yet to MASTER THE ART OF ACTUALLY FLYING. You are moderately good at it, but you still can't perform COOL TRICKS like AIR SOMERSAULTS and the like. You'll get there someday.

You are a dreaming to become an AVIARIST one day, and you already keep a large collection of CHIRPBEASTS, but most of them seem to have an EXTREME DISLIKING to you, because you unfortunately SUCK AT BEFRIENDING BIRDS. But that doesn’t matter to you, because you are VERY STUBBORN and REFUSE TO GIVE UP. You are PERSISTENT and ARROGANT, and this usually gets the best of you. Also you hate PURRBEASTS. A lot. You despise them to your troll bones.

Your hive is cluttered with STRATEGIES which you like to make but you NEVER ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE FOR. Nonetheless you are a BORN LEADER, and you are PERSUASIVE, but you AREN’T GOOD AT THAT EITHER, so you just FORCE OTHERS TO COOPERATE. Sometimes other trolls MISTAKE YOU FOR A GIRL BECAUSE OF YOUR RIDICULOUSLY LONG HAIR, and this MAKES YOU ANGRY.

Other trolls DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU THAT MUCH, and that HURTS YOU, but you don’t show it. Instead, you become ANGRY AT THEM, which makes them HATE YOU EVEN MORE. You wonder why YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH FRIENDS, but in the end you just end up GETTING ANGRY AT THEM AGAIN. The only way you can find solace is with your CHIRPBEASTS, but they don’t like you either, so you just play ALTERNIAN SOLITAIRE. You are QUITE GOOD at it.

Your shirt symbol is that of the FALCON from the NATIVE AMERICAN ZODIAC. You are quite proud of it. Your lusus resembles a big CHIRPBEAST like the one on your shirt. He's a good lusus, and he doesn't try to claw you like the other ones do. He's quite protective of you though, and will always squawk at you when you're out of your hive too long. You use a BIRD CALLING SYLLADEX, where you have to use a whistle to summon your cards. You are good at this, despite never actually successfully summoned an actual CHIRPBEAST. Your weapons are that of the CROPKIND, because some of your chirpbeasts love you a little TOO MUCH.

Your trolltag is mercurialFalcon and YOU ARE AL\^/AYS |<I|\|D OF A|\| ASS|-|OLE.

[Temperencia]

>Be the Janitor.

Actuolly ito's a coorpse Janoitor too boe speocific.

>Be quiet.

Io do not likoe youo.


Angiolin Casketeri
Tamer of Pictures
Land of Petals and Dancers

Your name is ANGIOLIN CASKETERI and you are only THREE SWEEPS. You aren't much of the UNICORN, TEA PARTIES, and PRINCESSES GIRL, but more like a CORPSE JANITOR. Disgusted by SERIOUS STRIFES, your JOB is to DRAG AWAY the CORPSE, CUT IT UP, and then SHIP the PARTS in a CERTAIN PART of ALTERNIA and get BOONSBUCKS in exchange. Why are you a CORPSE JANITOR? Well, there's REALLY NOTHING else for you to be. Your LUSUS was CULLED by many, many HIGHBLOODS since he was LURKING too close to the OCEAN, so you had to get a JOB anyway to PAY for FOOD, TAXES, and so on. How do you get the CURRENCY? Your OLDER FRIENDS knew how to make ABOMINATIONS out of LUSUS and TROLL PARTS, you sent DEAD TROLL'S PIECES to them and got BOONSBUCKS in EXCHANGE.

You are a MONSTER, who cares? Deal with it.

You have always had an INTEREST in ART, scribbling away with the PINK CRAYON. You go around ASKING PEOPLE for PINK CRAYONS whenever you run out, as they are the only thing that COLORS your BLOOD-EMBEDDED WORKPLACE. If this is CUTE, the only thing you SCRIBBLE down is your DEMENTED DREAMS that appear when you sleep, but that kind of thing counts as ART, right? You also like to PLANT FLOWERS and write NOTES about their PROGRESS. Where do you plant? You have a secret HIDEOUT behind your WORKPLACE. That is all. However, you have a large GARDEN with ALL KINDS of PLANTS, TREES, and especially INSECTS. So sad that someone BROKE in and DESTROYED most of them. You killed that person by the way.

You are FASCINATED with OLD ANTIQUE items, you keep a LARGE COLLECTION of them somewhere.. in.. your.. hive? FUCK. Okay well um, you are a JADEBLOOD, however, since you are such at a YOUNG SWEEP, you cannot tell if you are JADE or GREEN.

You used to be a LOVING, SWEET WIGGLER that was OUTGOING and loved to have FRIENDS, but SADLY, after your LUSUS died, you began to STAY INDOORS and STUDY all day and all night. As this happened, you know a LARGE VARIETY of WORDS that your AVERAGE SIX SWEEP TROLL would use.

As a CORPSE JANITOR, you own a VARIETY of BLADES by the BONES of the FALLEN. You certainly don’t ENJOY the SIGHT of the DEAD GRUBS and TROLLS, but it’s not like you have a CHOICE anyway. Your STRIFE SPECIBI is FIBIATIBIAKIND.

Your LUSUS is a TINY LAMB that loved to PLAY with you, was SOCIAL, and let you do CERTAIN THINGS ALONE like GOING ACROSS THE STREET by yourself. She also liked to KNIT, you’re really not HOW she does that with those kinds of HANDS, but your CURIOSITY never got you the ANSWER. The LAMB would always KNIT something EVERYDAY, such as MITTENS, SOCKS, and other FUZZY CLOTHING PIECES.

Your TROLLTAG is stitchedLolita and I reolly don’t woant to do tohat kiond of thoing, so I tohink I woant to sotay insoide of my workoploace.

[arcticInkpen]

=> Be the COOL HIP LIBRARIAN.

Wait no.. that's wrong, you aren't a librarian any more, and you sure as hell don't look like that anymore either.

=> Be the HIDEOUS MONSTER MUTANT.

That's much better. Well.. Not much better.. In fact its horrible.

You are now DAMIAN MONSTRUM, you are currently 12 SWEEPS OLD and so gogdamn ugly. Although you are a ugly MUTANT you weren't always this way. You used to be a NORMAL well mannered TROLL With GREENISH BLOOD making you low on the CASTE SYSTEM but that never bothered you much. Your LUSUS was a small adorable LARVA before it changed into that long stringy PARASITE that crawled inside of you and turned you into what you are today, if its not clear by now that's a HIDEOUS MUTANT FREAK.

Your hobbies used to be playing CARD GAMES, COOKING, and READING. You mostly read due to being in what one would call a LIBRARY most of your life. Now that you are a HIDEOUS FREAK you can't really play CARD GAMES or COOK due to your HUGE HANDS, they cause so many problems! You still read on occasions and you now like to carve WOODEN SCULPTORS when you find the time to.

Being the MONSTER in which you are now one would think you wouldn't be very social, and you rather hide in a CAVE somewhere. But no, you rather like talking so you tend to go out a lot and try to make CONVERSATION, though hard due to your appearance so now you just tend to wait for someone to start with you. When someone does start a CONVERSATION with you, some SUBJECTS are hard for you. Your INTELLIGENCE is not what it used to be and it takes you time to think of a RESPONSE. Sometimes you make a RESPONSE in which you regret and find the only way to make up for it is to HUG IT OUT. (Sometimes you just make things worse though.)

Your TROLLTAG is monstrousLibrarian and you ^Really don'tt gett why they don'tt m-make keybordss biggerr.V

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Name: Damian Monstrum
Blood Color: Dark Yellow Green, #97aa65
Gender: Male
Age: 12 Sweeps
Lusus: Larva/Parasite
Symbol: No mean, just the symbol on your favorite book.
Strife Specibus: GAUNTLETKIND
Fetch Modus: TOSS
Trolltag: monstrousLibrarian
Typing quirk:
^You type with arrowss starting andd ending yourr sentence and you tend to dragg wordss.V
NO LANDS OR SUCH

[batsy]

I hope it's okay that I maybe post my profile here.

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Your name is ORLENI SHLONE

Blood color: golden-brown (#97722d)
Gender: female
Age: 4 sweeps (aprox. 8 years old)
Lusus: sloth uncledad (Pygmaeus)
Symbol: a p with a line connecting; it means ‘Pluto’
Strife Specibi: claw-kind
Fetch Modus: pillowcase
Trolltag: lethargicGuilt
Typing quirk:
”’ before sentences
all lower case
o = o~
e = 3
Land: Land of Repose and Dali

Interests: surrealism, existentialism, introspection, comic books, fantasy art, self-hatred, sleeping, flopping around and eating
Dislikes: HERSELF, loneliness, sci-fi, caffeine, early waking, loud noises, anything fast, and too much happiness in one place

Personality: pathetic, troll-pleasing, self-sacrificing, contradictory, lazy, sleepy, meditative, mopy, curious, and violent if subjected to things she doesn't like in excess

[FunkyNinja]

>Be a combination of two of the worse things in the known incisphere.

You are now a sub-juggulator scientist.
AB sprites by me

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>AS: clean yourself up!

Your name is Varzin Trylet, you are 11 solar sweeps old and you have a fond-ness for SCIENCE.

Being a sub-juggulator, you tend to be a little more... extreme with your experiments. you have a lab some miles away from a large troll city. you tend to do experiments on things like blood color and troll anatomy. you also like to build robots and have them do your bidding. on your wriggling day you ended up causing a very bad "accident" at a hive system underwater. so you are sort of a wanted fugitive. but things have half settled down. however you rarely make deals with anyone due to the fact that you more do science for self gain. and not to sell.

Your lusus is a Flying Wolfbeast, he is really helpful in gathering...volunteers. and you love him so. when you were born many had a bad feeling about you. just as you were getting out of your cocoon your lusus snatched you up and flew to the area where
your lab is. he had a cave there because somehow, he knew you were coming and he was ready. ever since you and him have treated eachother greatly, and he is probably the best friend you have.

Speaking about friends you dont have very many. even though you are a sub-juggulator your killer instinct has sort of died down over the years. yeah, you still do cruel experiments on other troll, and spend most of your day covered in their blood. but thats just for science, you dont do it for fun...most of the time.

Because you like building robots, you built yourself a pair of robot arms that are attached to a module on your back. these help you multitask and do stuff that needs to be done. because of your great intellect and ablilites, you use the powerful SCIENCEKIND strife specibus. Robots, Chemicals, Physics, youll use whatever sciency thing you can to defeat your foes, of which you have many. you use the B. ASSOCIATE fetch modus. its a modus where you have to match the item with a color on the hemospectrum, however you need that specific blood color to get it out. you were working on a modus that didnt need blood, but some ice dweller stole it from you a while back. however, not only do you have plenty of regular blood, but you have also learned to make your own. and you always have some on hand.

You sometimes chat with other scientists, your far and few pals, and possible clients using trollian. you dont do any RP'ing of any kind, your just too old for that sort of thing. oh, on the subject of your hive, its built into the lab you work at. you have pictures of different sciency things decorating your main room. and you like to decorate it with things you yourself have figured out, cause your just so smart.

>AS: Fast Forward


It is now roughly 2 solar sweeps later in the future. and you are a somewhat changed troll.

You still do alot of science, and you are more ambitious than ever. but you almost never harm trolls anymore. your lusus and you just hang out now. he still gets you non-troll subjects, but his blood lust has diminished as well. thats mainly possible because he cares a lot for you, and you care a lot for him. you have also changed your symbol to help erase the memories of your past self. you have rid yourself of your sub-juggulator traits and are now just a normal troll pretty much. you live much more in the moment and you actually have become more helpful and involved. you are much more likable this way but you can still be a sort of hostile guy. but, you can be a leader when needed. you also let your hair grow out a bit. more of that "new person" stuff.

Your trolltag is asylumScientist and you obviously sp=ak |n a sc|=n+|f|c way. you would be the Inventor Of Things In the land of Mind And Machine

SUMMARY
Name: Varzin Trylet
Age: 11 solar sweeps Aprox: 23 years old.
Blood Color: indigo
Lusus: Flying Wolfbeast
Fetch Modus: B. Associate FF: Associate
Strife Specibus: SCIENCEKIND
Trolltag: asylumScientist
Quirk: E is = T Is + I is |
Symbol: a vial of some sort FF: Roman Numeral 21
consorts: Owl's

AS: Ascend to the god tiers!

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==>...

Honk?

==>..Reveal yourself?
Honk Honk


Your name is Claste Orbito. You are 8 1/2 sweeps old, and you also have bright indigo blood which puts you on the high end of the homospectrum. You are a generally upbeat troll and have took it upon yourself to follow the subjuggalator lifestyle. You've painted your face and the like and enjoy being what you are. You wear a cloak with a hood attached to it that has openings and cuts in different places. You don't mind that though, you like the extra air it brings, and the hood for whenever it rains, what else would it be for.

You have a giant moray type lusus, you can't swim so you can't spend all your time with it, but you still enjoy it's company, even though you've gotten poisoned by it a few times. You also have different interest like many others, those that don't must lead a sad life. You enjoy collect different types of musical wands, you're fascinated a stick could have so many uses. You also enjoy playing music, so much that it has become one of your strife specubi. You also like to see tricks being preformed and playing games. Like other subjuggalators you also enjoy painting, though you only do it when you're in the mood to.

Your hive is in a warmer area on Alternia, the main reason why you've made your cloak more breathable. This area is close by the sea with lots of coral surrounding it for your lusus to live in, you also enjoy looking at it. You wish you could collect it but you believe it'd lose it's color if you tried to take any, and what would your lusus live in if you did.

Your Fetch Modus is named Bleeding Heart, which requires you to feed it blood depending on the hearts set on the item in order for you to retrieve it. You do this by a simple prick of the wrist, but not your hands no. If your hands got damaged, how would you play your music and paint? You need not deprive the world of your music.

You have two strife specubi, Instkind(InstrumentKind) and IcepickKind. You would definitely hit a motherhonking troll with your flute if they tried to disrespect you, and the sound of a troll being hit with a guitar is always nice to listen to. Though sometimes you just have to bring the happiness to people by honking stabbing them in their body.

Your trolltag is musicalPhysicianand Honk you motherhonking talk with Honk a beat Honk.
If you played Sburb/Sgrub you would be the SUmmoner of Dreams and your land would be the land of Girth and Silence.

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Age: 8 1/2
Strife Specubi: InstrumentKind and IcepickKind
Fetch Modus: Bleeding Heart
Color:AB6DD8
Quirk: Honks in beats(2/4/6/8/16 time)
Symbol: Ability to judge right and wrong
Lusus: Giant Moray Eel

[chuckleAmbassador]

You are now AUSTER HUGINN and you have Maya Blue blood. That much you know for sure.

You are certain you take great JOY in partaking in the SERIOUS and find many activities others consider fun to be RIDICULOUS. You are beyond certain that you do not merely take interest in HISTORY but are more than likely an embodiment of ancient times. There is no EVIDENCE to support this but you know it to be true none the less. You take great offense in the SEEDY, seek to maintain TRADITION (Provided it is your own) and pursue the creation of ORDER to great lengths.

As far as you REMEMBER, you have great difficulty remembering anything beyond a certain point. Your friends insist that you were once FUN and IMAGINATIVE but you find their accusations unbearable. The same so-called friends try to tell you that the scar you received descending from the heavens was instead the result of an attempt on your life during FLARP. You find it preposterous that you would engage in such games and take any joy in it. You may occasionally humour your friends (In the LEAST HUMOUROUS way possible) and join in their grub-like fantasies. As far as you can tell you've never really had an IMAGINATION.

Your HIVE is entirely unremarkable, although you have made some effort to have it resemble an ancient construction it still remains fairly standard. Your friends tell you your LUSUS was killed when you received your head injury and resembled a Crow. However, you know well your TRUE LUSUS was left behind in Ancient times!

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is SHIELDKIND. This may not sound very effective in STRIFE but that would be because it is not. You prefer to talk things through with adversaries and should they be UNWILLING to reason you will simply make use of a SHIELD and ABSCOND to a safe distance.

Your FETCH MODUS is TABLET. To retrieve an object its name must be ENGRAVED using a CHISEL in the language you are more than certain you were granted by the Ancients but your friends claim is NONSENSE. It's a good thing your MEMORY is so good to be able to speak it fluently. You think.

If you were to play SGRUB, your title would be the SEEKER OF THOUGHT in the LAND OF FOG AND SPEECH. Your CONSORTS would be ELEPHANTS.

Your trolltag is chuckleAmbassador, and you Yov speak blvπtly aπd vπsympatheti<ally, while still somehow maπagiπg to be ovtrageovsly wordy to the poiπt of absvrdity. Yovr words have a sharp 'edge' to them.. Frankly you think your trolltag is RIDICULOUS but keep it for the sake of tradition.

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Name: Auster Huginn
Blood Color: Maya Blue (#98CDDA)
Gender: Male
Age: ??? ~9 Sweeps
Lusus: ???
Symbol: Bird's Wing with Spiral (Huginn)
Strife Specibus: RODKIND
Fetch Modus: MORSE
Trolltag: chuckleAmbassador
Typing quirk:
Yov speak blvπtly aπd vπsympatheti<ally, while still somehow maπagiπg to be ovtrageovsly wordy to the poiπt of absvrdity. Yovr words have a sharp feel to them.
Title: Seeker of Thought
Land: Land of Fog and Speech
Consorts: Elephants

[Gunge]

>Be the weird troll.

>Oh my Gog you are weird.

O9k...

Your name is GUNGE PHOSPHREN.
You're about SIX AND A HALF SWEEPS OLD and you're not very good at talking. This is a completely different story on your COMPUTER. You're HORRIFIC then, but you seem to have a blast at least. In fact, this makes your life seem quite cheerful really, since you don't often leave your HIVE in order to avoid getting culled for your RIDICULOUS MUTATED HORNS. They are LONG, THICK and BENDY, you probably have some kind of STRUCTURAL DEFICIENCY.
You wear baggy clothes and don't wear footwear. You have a REALLY AWESOME HAT that you sometimes wear to keep warm. Your STRIFE-SPECIBUS is a rusty BICYCLE-STAND-KIND you found once, you equipped it because it makes a cool noise when it hits things.

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Your FETCH-MODUS is the SIDE-SYLLADEX, which means you have to shuffle through all the rest of the crap to find what you're looking for. But other than that, it's the COOLEST MODUS.

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You score pretty average on the HEMOSPECTRUM, with a bright CHARTREUSE. Your symbol is the UNICODE FORMAT-INTERROBANG (with the exclamation-mark line going all the way up through the question-mark), which really does compliment your personality.

You're easier to chat with if you know the other person well, but this isn't really saying much. You so9met8im3es have3 a li85ttle b8it of tro9ubl3e wi5th the3 t5o0p 4ro2w of ke6ys, but when you're not over-excited, you try to translate your words if they're too badly skewed. In case you weren't hard enough to understand, you get very NERVOUS around others (especially strangers), which translates to saying nonsensical, unrelated things and laughing at your own thoughts in conversation. You're also quite unskilled in the fine art of arguing and insults, and you actually seem to get ever more chipper when you meet people who are. With each hit you get more hyperactive and make even less sense. You're a very visual person and often use pictures and .gifs to illustrate your thoughts on Trollian.

Your LUSUS is somewhat DIVIDED in the physical world. Half BLACK MEOWBEAST, half WHITE MEOWBEAST. They still add up to ONE LUSUS though, and if one died, so would the other. The black cat seems to take your affectionate red side, the white one handles your rough black side, but this changes sometimes. They're very friendly and hyperactive but don't really have any idea about gravity, and things mysteriously break around them.


You don't play SGRUB, but if you did you'd be
herp

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B]Name:[/B] Gunge Phosphren
Trolltag: goryGonadectomy
Quirk: Top row of keys randomly jumbled with numbers. This relfects on the fact that he's a bit muddled in the top row himself
Age: 6.46 solar sweeps (14 years)
Blood caste: Chartreuse █
Symbol: Interrobang (‽), but unicode format style.
Strife specibus: A disattached bicycle stand
Sylladex: A side-bag, which he has to take time to find the item with
Lusus: Two cats

[Pootporri]

>Be the asshole.

<I'M FVCKING HONORED TO KNOVV TH^T'S VVH^T YOV THINK ^BOVT ME, YOV FVCKING DOVCHE-H^TTED DISEMBODIED VOICE. HEY, NEVVSFL^SH. FVCK YOV.>

>Be the punk with a truth problem.



You are now ERTIGO BAUDET. You are 8 SWEEPS OLD, have DIRTY YELLOW BLOOD, and GODDAMN you are an ASSHOLE. This is partly because for some reason, you are compelled to TELL THE TRUTH, or for a more agreeable point, tell WHATEVER THE FUCK is going on in your MIND at the moment. Infact, once someone gets you STARTED talking, there's no getting you to STOP. This usually ends up in a CONFRONTATION of some sorts. That, or some VERY EMBARASSING FEELINGS being spilt. Which is why you have your HAND. Or, part of it. Usually, when you BEGIN talking, to make yourself STOP, you simply shove your HAND in your mouth. This, of course, leads to your hand usually being COMPLETELY IMMOBILE and FUCKED UP, but in a way it's worth it to KEEP YOUR QUARRELS rather than get the LIVING SHIT beat out of you because you told it how you thought it.

Your APPETITE is quite a THING. You find yourself OVER-INDULGING in OBSCURITIES with a high amount of IRON in them. That means you like to eat METAL, RED MEAT, and even BLOOD. Though BLOOD isn't particularly the best tasting BEVERAGE ITEM, you don't particularly mind the TASTE. Hell, sometimes it even tastes GOOD when you get to the HIGHER PARTS of the HEMOSPECTRUM. As for your METAL EATING habits, your teeth are SHARP enough to pierce METAL without completely OBLITERATING them. You're not particularly sure why they're like this, and it could possibly be a SMALL MUTATION, but you have no QUARRELS with having a strong set of TEETH. Infact, that leads you to the NEXT POINT, your STRIFE-SPECIBUS.

You have two STRIFE-SPECIBII. One of which being TEETHKIND. This comes almost NATURAL to you, as your teeth are RAZOR-SHARP DEATH MACHINES. Honestly? You could probably chew through TROLL SKIN rather easily, as well as BONE MARROW and OTHER HARD SUBSTANCES. As much as you'd like to, you don't use your TEETHKIND STRIFE-SPECIBUS all that OFTEN. It's rather UNWISE, seeing as most troll's have something LONG-RANGE and it involves the use of your HEAD. That said, it's something you use on LAST RESORT. As for your OTHER STRIFE-SPECIBUS, you use SPEARKIND. This is an IMPRACTICAL WEAPON, seeing as you can only use ONE HAND to MANAGE it, but it's a WEAPON nonetheless. That, and SPEARS are a bit FLIMSY and easily BREAKABLE, but you try not to think about that. Not that you were particularly THINKING when you chose the WEAPON. All you were THINKING about when choosing SPEARKIND STRIFE-SPECIBUS was that it had a SPIKE on it, and SPIKES are fucking AWESOME.

<^HEM.>

Some of your many INTERESTS include getting into INSULT-OFFS with other TROLLS, EATING, and collecting SHARP THINGS. SHARP THINGS such as TROLL HORNS, SPIKES, and various articles of CLOTHING that happen to have SPIKES on them. You have an odd FASCINATION with SHARP THINGS, really. One that you can't particularly EXPLAIN, such as telling the TRUTH or the like. EATING, because well SHIT, why not? You're OBSCURE AS FUCK anyway, might as well INDULGE in shit you like, like METAL. INSULT-OFFS because generally, once your mouth starts TALKING, you can't particularly STOP. Sometimes, it's a bit ENJOYABLE to sit back and watch the INSULTING MAGIC occur. SOMETIMES. When you're not getting the SHIT beat out of you for DOING SO.

Your LUSUS is a HUGE, IMPOSING GOLEMBEAST. He has MANY different SPIKED EXTRUSIONS coming from all over his BODY. On FIRST GLANCE, he looks FRIGHTENING and IMPOSING. But UNDERNEATH, he's as soft as a FELINEBEAST. This makes him good at COUNSELING you, and generally he's just the best LUSUS ever. In his SPARE TIME, he collects the CORPSES of the DECEASED TROLLS. Of course, he piles them in a place FAR from your HIVE, because that would be <FVCKING DISGVSTING> otherwise. After collecting them into a TIDY PILE, he lets the WILDBEASTS feed on them.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to TRUTH. In order to DEPOSIT an item, you have to tell a TRUTHFUL TIDBIT about the item. This can be ranging from COLOR, TEXTURE, APPEARANCE, or even WHAT ITS USED FOR. Anything, really. As long as it's TRUE. The same process is used for WITHDRAWAL.

If you were to play SGRUB, your title would be the BARD OF DEATH in the LAND OF COLOR AND SPIKES. Your consorts would be PORCUPINES.

Your trolltag is skewedReputability, and <YOV LIKE TO ^DD ^ SHIT-FVCKING-TON OF SPIKES IN YOVR VVORDS. ^LSO YOV CVRSE ^LOT.>

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TL;DR
Name: Ertigo Baudet
Blood Color: Dirty Yellow, #d2cd29
Gender: Male
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: Pretty much this.
Symbol: Wavy shit.
Strife Specibus: TEETHKIND and SPEARKIND
Fetch Modus: TRUTH
Trolltag: skewedReputability
Typing quirk:
<YOV LIKE TO ^DD ^ SHIT-FVCKING-TON OF SPIKES IN YOVR VVORDS. ^LSO YOV CVRSE ^LOT.>
Title: Bard of Death
Land: Land of Spikes and Color
Consorts: Porcupines

[CaritheDuck]

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4858527
She kinda got skipped on being added to the list, if it's not too much of a bother

[DJ-P0N3]

>MSB: Announce news.

If for any reason your fantroll has spoken with;

grinningAbomination
intolerantIdol
aristocraticRifleman
passiveQuestant
hardcoreScuttler

That they are more or less D-EAD.
I will RP with each until they are all killed off.
Why?
I'll show you why.

>MSB: Be the injured troll.

"i am not ok with this but i cant object can i"

Enter Name:

Amputee McNolimbs
NOPE!

Try again:
Tomasa Jarret
WORKS FOR ME!

You are Tomasa Jarret.
A fairly high blooded troll who learned first hand a valuable lesson about the caste system and have paid the price. Or rather, what the attackers deemed the price. You lost your limbs and eye defending a lower blood who was a friend of yours. They had intended to take his life, but when you stepped in to stop them, they took your limbs and said it was the same as if they had culled him.

Personally you disagree.

But after that you stopped questioning it and followed the caste system. Your lusus, a Rhinoceros, has helped you out when it comes to travelling since then. You don't leave your hive too much, despite your crutch it is not easy to walk. In fact its incredibly difficult, but you're okay with it.

You have the wounds as a reminder never to forget the caste system again. Friends have offered you limbs, mechanical to be precise, to replace them. You always refuse and say "i can never forget." You are fairly stoic in nature, more like a troll of few words. You are pretty nonchalant about things now and tend to read and garden now. Its something you take solace in.

A healthy garden means a healthy mind.

Your trolltag is tarnishedCaretaker, in the Land of Poverty and Flood.
Your specibus is crutchKind.

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[whimsicalSentenial]

>Be the henchtroll

You do this with much success.



You are Minimo Vortrech, but nobody calls you that any more. For THREE SWEEPS now, you have gone only by 204. You are 10 sweeps old and actually have OLIVE blood. You are the 204th recruit of MANY who work in a large criminal organization. You have worked in The Red Claw for three sweeps now, and as such have gained certain perks within the group. You generally just collect 'PROTECTION MONEY' and recruit new members, but otherwise you are allowed to do whatever the hell you want, unless tasked with something from a troll of a higher rank. This includes ordering around the LOWER RANKING members. You really don't have many interests other than SOCIALIZING, which because of this you've grown to be a very persuasive troll. Other than that, you are pretty much a minimalist in everything else.

Being a minimalist, your Strife Specibus is pistolkind much like your leader Don Redblood generally uses. Of course, you use a standard issue .22 pistol rather than that gaudy thing he's got. His does pack a bit more of a punch, but you don't feel the need to use such excessive force. Your Sylladex simply uses the WALLET MODUS, because it is simple, efficient, and holds anything you could possibly need it to.

You are an orphaned troll with no lusus. You used to have a lusus when you were younger, but it is long since been dead. When your lusus was alive, it was a LARGE MULTI-LEGGED INSECT with horns that resembled yours.

Your trolltag is coagulateEmbrace and you [ like to let the beginning and end of your sentences be clearly known. ]

Summary:

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Name: Minimo Vortrech 204
Blood color: OLIVE
Text color: DARK RED
Trolltag: coagulateEmbrace
Typing quirk: prefix = [, suffix = ]
Strife Specibus: pistolkind
Fetch Modus: Wallet

I notice Lunnus got skipped as well. Mind adding him to the list too?