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

**Temperencia** · 03-02-2011, 05:31 PM

Your name is LAMIARIA UMBRANEO, but you normally go by LAMIAR.
Maid of Shame
Land of Soda and Ice
”☼/My shadowy pets mean so much to me.”

You’re a TROLL, really, just MUTATED. You were originally EXPERIMENT NO. 1463, and was TESTED on. Your APPEARANCE didn’t change much, but you now own SHADOWKINESIS, which are basically SHAPESHIFTING AND MANIPULATING your own SHADOW/OTHER SHADOWS. You can also TURN IT into MAN-EATING MONSTERS to slowly CHOKE and BEAT DOWN your foes. It’s a nice POWER and all, but it gets in the way of attempting to get a KISMESIS.

Before or after the experiment, your PERSONALITY didn’t really change. You try to IGNORE the BEASTLY SHADOWS behind you, but it’s pretty hard to when they start GOSSIPING. You’re pretty LAIDBACK, COOL, and LAZY. You are somehow able to ESCAPE getting in TROUBLE while SLACKING. You’re not very CARING, because they haven’t faced WORST than you did while being experimented on.

Your HOBBIES include talking on the GRUBPHONE almost EVERY DAY, GOSSIPING, and intentionally REVEALING SECRETS. There’s no use in NOT TELLING HER SECRETS, her SHADOWS already KNOW EVERYONE’S SECRET. Fortunately, you keep the SECRETS to yourself. Most of the time.

For some reason whenever you walk by some STUPID GUY checks you out. They’re all gone now thanks to SCREAMER.

Now, the SHADOWS? Oh, they’re just a TINY side-affect during the operation. Like it said, they are MAN-EATING MONSTERS. You don’t really LIKE to call them SHADOWS, so you call them DARKIES or SHADOWY PETS. You have MANY PETS, but you also have MAINS because all the others are so WEAK! Although, you can’t use them when it’s NIGHT TIME so bummer, so you just use your REGULAR STRIFE SPECIBI.

Your STRIFE SPECIBI is, aside from SHADOWKIND, is THORNYWHIPKIND. Whenever the WHIP gets in CONTACT with another, SHARP FLOWER PETALS would BURST OUT of the SKY like HOMING MISSILES. Another EFFECT is SHRINKING. Yup.

Your LUSUS is a LARGE TURTLE. How long has se been LIVING NOW? She moves so SLOW you don’t even know how OLD she is because you think TIME IS SLOWING DOWN when she SLOWLY CREEPS BY.

Your TROLLIAN is overshadowedFeminine and ”☼/You talk as if you are hiding from the sun..”

Main Battle Shadows:

**FlyingFrogSlash** · 03-02-2011, 05:35 PM

Ok...I have a new Troll...She doesn't Have a name yet, But I have To type this down. I'll Fix it up and EXPAND on it a Whole lot later.

What I have right now is that She is a Royal Purple blood. However, Due to a Series of events when she was barely even 1 sweep old, She ended up DEEP underground, in a massive cavern, filled with Lava pools. It was there that the little wiggler was taken in by a Balrog. She grew up, learning ancient forgotten Magic from her Balrog-Daddy.

She speaks in ~^~ The Fiery Red of Her Father's Flames ~^~

**bramble** · 03-02-2011, 05:51 PM

>Be the artist.

Your name is LAZAPI ULTMAR, and you have a passion for FINE ART, especially the MANUFACTURE THEREOF. Someday you hope to be numbered among the wily CARICATORTIONISTS. Toward these ends, your hive is filled with half-finished CANVASES and PAINT BOXES. You are mostly self-taught and NOT REALLY ALL THAT GREAT at painting, largely because you tend to RESPOND POORLY TO CRITICISM. Also, you are firmly of the belief that the very best paint is that which is refined from the BLOOD OF YOUR CRITICS. There's just something so very satisfying about incorporating them into the art that they clearly couldn't understand. Sometimes you even manage to trade a painting to someone for favors! This always makes you feel INCREDIBLY ACCOMPLISHED.

Of course, painting is not your only love. You also enjoy MYSTERY NOVELS of a FORMULAIC DESCRIPTION, because you can ALWAYS FIGURE OUT THE ENDING, even with your mild paint-fume induced brain damage. Your love of EASILY SOLVED MYSTERY extends to PRIMETIME CRIME DRAMAS, although you always seem to pick ones that get canceled halfway through their first season. Alternian primetime crime dramas get canceled a lot on account of the LEADS CONSTANTLY GETTING CULLED.

Your lusus is a GIANT AXOLOTL, and she was great when you were little, but these days she mostly shows up to WRECK YOUR SHIT and then leaves again. Sometimes you think that she is attempting to HARDEN YOU AGAINST CRUEL CRITICISM, but most of the time you think it's just that she's a HUGE BITCH.

Your trolltag is mercurialDauber and you tend tO be ~lightly l.Opy fr.m cOn~tant exp.~ure tO paint fume~.

**Rio** · 03-02-2011, 06:28 PM

==> Be the girl

Okay- wait thats just a wiggler!

==>Too late!

Sonofa-

You are now the wiggler.

You're name is Razel Koden and you are 3 sweeps old. You are among the lowest of the spectrum and you're okay with that for now, because you don't really know what that means entirely. At least, not for you. You know that trolls with green, blue and purple blood need to be respected, and you show them respect, but that's about it. You like to explore with your lusus, a jumping pouch beast. You really like crayons because you like to scribble- I mean, elegantly draw- the things you see in your dreams on a strange yellow planet inhabited by people with no horns. You like the strange yellow planet and the things you see in the clouds. Sometimes the clouds let you see what will happen to you, and you use that to navigate through life so far. You know when and where to go someplace for a nice, attack free day, and you can predict what will go wrong. You never try to stop the bad things, though. Another troll on the yellow planet told you so.

You tend to be kind of spacey and quiet, unless around a lot of people because you want to talk to them too, darn it. Your hive is a moving one- meaning it is basically a super cool trailer house. Your lusus can drive, and as weird as it is, you don't question it. I mean come on. You dream on a yellow planet with colors and clouds that show you the future. You have no right for skepticism.

You consider yourself rather mature for your age, and it shows in the way you talk to others. Some find it rather unnerving. Oh well. Your lusus is teaching you how to box, though you'd rather just beat things with a bat. You go on the internet when your lusus isn't paying attention. There you read news, articles, and webcomics, as well as chat.

Your trollhandle is pumpkinDazzle and You type in a rather mature and educated manner for your age.

**Esabelle Ryngin** · 03-02-2011, 09:09 PM

OKAY FINE I'M IN.

====>Be the dog guy.
CANLUS NURUSA

====> Be the flirty one.
AMAGAL IMARDI

**avristed** · 03-02-2011, 09:14 PM

This guy has been overhauled. Better info is here.

Your name is Anguit Asclep Nirrah.
You prefer to be called by your rank; you tend to avoid names.

You are a VICE ADMIRAL in command of your own SMALL FLEET in the IMPERIAL NAVY. Though your blood is a deep pale lilac, placing you in a favourable position on the hæmospectrum as a sea-dweller by nature, it has had little effect on the majority of your life. In fact, you've often come to loathe your nature. Your peers tend to loathe you too, just a little bit more than even that which is normal for trolls. They merely envy your success.

Your wrigging day was twenty-two long solar sweeps ago, and you grew up without a LUSUS after an UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT when you were quite young, which was less of an accident than your own impatience with its incompetence finally reaching its limit. You are quite prone to this sort of impatience and lack of tolerance, and this is likely one of the lead reasons you weren't culled as a wriggler; you may be a VICE ADMIRAL now, but you were a PETTY TROUBLEMAKER for much of your youth. This perfectionism drove you hone your tactical planning abilities, as well as martial skills, to rare heights, and it was these remarkable abilities that got you recruited into the IMPERIAL NAVY at but the tender age of five solar sweeps.

Having spent the entirety of your life as either a solo troublemaker or an essentially always-busy naval commander, your social skills and perceptions are not like those of most other trolls of your blood class. You tend to loathe most social expectations and imposed norms, and you view the hæmospectrum as nothing but an excuse for some overly pampered and otherwise useless WATERBEAST-WANNABES to order around those spawned "lower" than they. You spent your entire life working your nub off to get where you are, but your blood had fuckall to do with it. Anyone weaker would have been culled, regardless of blood! How many of these POMPOUS ROYALS ordering you around would have even survived a rotation without a lusus, culling aside? You're better than them. All of them. They're constantly sending their CUNNING SPIES to monitor your activities, no matter how mundane... And you will eventually SEE THEM ALL CRUSHED beneath your.. Sorry. You have a tendency to get worked up about your ideals. After all of these sweeps, you'd think it'd be under better control by now.

Other than that, you have some rather strange habits. For starters, you don't sleep in a recouperacoon; you think that sopor slime is an instrument of royal mind control. Also, you keep a rather LARGE COLLECTION OF MORBID AND RANDOM OBJECTS, including but not limited to a rather sizable pile of troll fangs sourced from those whos incompetence cost them their lives. You also have a collection of PEPPERMINTS. You don't know why. You almost-finally have a collection of your own SECRETS, but you don't talk about those. You never know who might be listening..

In your time, you've never filled a quadrant. The only reason you weren't culled by the IMPERIAL DRONE that came around was the sheer luck involved in your battle with it. Who would have known that their claw tips were such a weak point? Regardless, You rather enjoy the thought of having a kismesis, and often you find yourself obsessing over all things caliginous. You find yourself something of a HATE SHIPPER, and your SECRET SHIPPING CHART totally ignores all roms but blackrom.

Years of life fending for yourself on the harsh Alternian streets have amplified your resistances both physical and mental, plus you can use pretty much anything as a weapon. Your preferred KIND ABSTRATUS is STAFFKIND, and you have an assortment of FINE BLADED STAVES from conquests of alien civilisations to back it up, but you usually just stick with PISTOLKIND for convenience. In combat, you're quick and clean. No point in messy fights, as it only sssoilsss the ssspoilsss.

Your Trollian communication identification label, or 'trolltag' you suppose, is serpentineKeeper and you ssspeak withh a loud hhisss, withh a tendenccy to rant at random about thhe ussselesss royalsss and thheir sssinissster control ssschhemesss.

**Laasya Apria** · 03-02-2011, 11:05 PM

My boyfriend's troll, Zepp Vargas

Strife: Hoopkind
His eye is always kinda swollen and squinty from being constantly punched by his Lusus.
He wears platforms to be taller than most his age.
That loopy horn is growing back into his skull and causing constant headaches~
replaces 'lee' and 'eel's with '133' and '331's, and replaces 'k's with '<'s.
that's all i k now on him for now~

**ZDG** · 03-03-2011, 08:25 AM

Deleted because i apparently can't make a troll who isn't a "blatant ripoff" of another.

**momatoes** · 03-03-2011, 10:56 AM

Evil future AU version of this dude.

> Be the good doctor.

You can't be the good doctor.

You proceed to be the not so good fake doctor instead.

At first glance, you might fool any troll into believing in your kindness and sympathy. It'll only be a matter of time, though before your serpentine nature shows itself: you're bitter. You're sarcastic. And some would even call you evil - though in your opinion, that's rather taking it too far. You harbor a unique kind of ego and hubris, borne out of a blind belief in your natural skills and abilities. Couple that with a cynicism that would set anyone on edge, and it becomes no big wonder that very, very few trolls like you.

But it's not as if you were made of pure, unfiltered bitterness. You can be disarmingly charming and intelligent. It was part of your job, after all - you used to be a relatively high-ranking officer on the Fleet, and part of that job included sucking up to your backers and ensuring the constant supply of chemicals that would satisfy your deep-running addictions and vices. You're proud of your accomplishments, of course you are. It's just that you haven't looked yourself in the mirror for seven sweeps now.

Every day had been spent on a state of denial, jumping through hoops just to get that release. You did bad things, very very bad things. Your old ceremonial uniform is discreetly and tenderly tucked inside a secure chest, its tinkling bells and ribbons a testament to the efficiency of your almost surgical strikes at the enemy heart. And they rewarded you, so so much. The kinds of rewards that you thought your once-fatal fluids would deny you. Everything and anything you desired.

While you are atrocious at hand-to-hand combat, you are reasonably skilled in the handling of firearms. That said, you still hold a fondness for knives and scalpels - intimate weapons, and very, very effective on subdued enemies. You were brutally effective in the Fleet, fueled no doubt by the intimate knowledge of the medical arts fostered during your youth. While in the Fleet, your expertise has spread to a deep understanding of xenobiology, thanks no doubt to those quivering vulnerable lovely things you were allowed to experiment on and use.

You spend most of your time alone, either reading medical texts or, strangely enough, watching cheesy romantic movies. You're used to isolation. You steep in it. But these are all irrelevant facts, the kind that other trolls shouldn't pry. And there is nothing. You hate. More than. Fucking. Meddlers.

Needless to say, you are a very private troll. For you, the past is a locked chest sunk to the bottom of the ocean buried under seventy seven mountains. But it's always there, at the back of your mind. The haunting image of a kinder, gentler you.

You need to escape it, need to burn it, need to kill it -

Your alias is Rasalh Lepsca. and you go by the tag spoiledMalice. You tend to spit out your acrimoniousss wordsss - though there are alwaysss lingering tracesss of uncertainty;

Color: #002350
Quirk: Ending 's's get tripled, all sentences end in semicolons.
Stife Specibus: scalpelKind. You are also quite capable of using revolverKind, rifleKind, and, strangely enough, bootKind.
Fetch Modus: Operation Modus. When getting out the item, you must only touch the sides of the captchalogue card with your forceps. It is actually very silly and you have no idea why you still stick with it. It's an endearing kind of entertainment, though.
Lusus: Dead, buried, gone. Was a giant serpent.
Age: 15 sweeps, though you look no older than 12.5.
Symbol*: The Caduceus. It's fakey fake fake, though, just like the rest of your made-up identity.

*it's there on his sprite, on a tiny tiny pin he sticks to his coat.

**appositeNautilus** · 03-03-2011, 11:22 AM

Redesigned my trollsona slightly.

Your name is NIHILS ILYRIA. A low-ranking member of the NAUTICAL ARISTOCRACY, you are a dedicated FLARPER and have adopted many items of CEREMONIAL GARB and ARMOUR to suit your purposes. You believe this makes you appear more FEARSOME and INTIMIDATING, but you are SADLY MISTAKEN. Your most prized item of this kind is your FLANGED MACE, which is the LAST WORD in BLUDGEONING MISCREANTS.
You are in training to be an ASSAILOR in the Alternian Navy, and patrol the waters of Alternia in your SHIP-CUM-HIVE, the HMS FEFERI, with your NARSEAL LUSUS. As such, you have very little tolerance for SHIFTY WATERBORNE SHENANIGANS, and especially H8 PIRATES.

Your trolltag is appositeNautilus and you tend to employ a Goodly variety of neo- and Paleologisms in a Manner that makes you sound rather Pretentious. Word.

**CaptainZaven** · 03-03-2011, 02:06 PM

>_Be the Traitor to Her Imperious Condescention!

MONOCLE FALL

Your name is NAJAKE PIDALE.

>_Examine Hobbies

Recreationally, you enjoy watching Alternian martial arts films, especially those that focus on vengeance. Which is to say all of them. Your favorite is THE FILM IN WHICH THE FINAL STUDENT OF AN OLD MASTER OF FIVE VARIOUS POISONOUS STYLES MUST GO OUT AND ENSURE THAT HIS OLDER DISCIPLES ARE NOT CAUSING TOO GREAT OF HARM TO SOCIETY, FEATURING AN IRON MAIDEN, A NUMBER OF FIGHTS BETWEEN DIFFERENT STYLES OF MARTIAL ARTS, AND DESCRIPTIVE MASKS. You also particularly like THE FILM IN WHICH A YOUNG WRIGGLER IS TORMENTED BY A NUMBER OF LARGER, MORE EDUCATED PEERS, PROMPTING A MUCH OLDER TROLL TO TUTOR HIM IN THE WAYS OF MARTIAL ARTS, FEATURING A SHOWER DISGUISE, AN UNWAXED MODE OF TRANSPORT, AND A CLIMACTIC FIGHT FEATURING THE STRONGEST FIGHTERS IN A VALLEY. Because of this film, you have adopted "Ssstrike First. Ssstrike Fast. No Mersssea." as your personal motto.

You also enjoy the research of various poisonous creatures. You have collected an extensive collection of their venoms on every break from the government that you get. Which is only about once a sweep... But now, at least you'll have a much larger break from the government. And if you ever do go back to them, it will be but a brief visit. Specifically, the time that it takes to calibrate a noose around your windpipe.

>_Examine history

While you don't remember, you do know what you were told. When you were but a young wriggler, a pirate ship came by to plunder your hive. After stealing everything of value, they dumped a couple of drums of toxic waste to make more room on the ship. Your brave lusus bit you shortly before she died. Her venom caused you to go into a coma, greatly slowing your bloodflow and halting the poison. the toxic waste slowly dissipated until the water was clear enough again to breath. At that point, you were picked up by the Legislacerators who awoke you, and told you what happened.

Your young, wayward self was picked up by the Fleet. The only thing that saved you from culling was your good fortune to have Legislacerators with a deep love of the caste system. The government could find a spot for an orphaned sea-dweller, working in the office, filing notes on criminals and their punishments. You spent much of your free time training for revenge on any pirate, never forgetting what had happened.

When you were old enough, you still were not allowed on any open-sea adventures, despite your greatest wishes. You were, however, forced to file. And file. And file. While Her Majesty might have a place for orphans in the government, there was certainly no room for orphans who didn't do more than their share of work. Over time, you grew disdainful of your job. And so you began reading through the files before filing them. And you realized that you had good reasons to hold disdain for the Fleet.

They regularly broke their own laws on trash dumping, especially in coastal areas. They always held off on dumping too deep in the ocean, which would enrage the higher echelon sea dwellers, but the mostly abandoned coasts where few lived were regular dumping grounds. The sort of coast that you were initially raised on. And at that point in your life, the only thing that you hated more than a pirate, was a polluter. And you had discovered who was the biggest set of polluters of all.

You announced your resignation that day. And by announced your resignation, you actually mean dumped various vials of poison onto the most important files. Not anything strong enough to kill anyone, but enough to leave very nasty burns. With a new world view, and those who you once called your employers hot on your trail, you hopped on board the first pirate ship that would take you, and set sail for the first time with them. While you still hold great disdain for pirates, you deem them to be slightly better than your former employers. This being one of the few times that you stepped out of the office, you don't exactly have a lot of the typical sailor build, but you do have extensive filing experience, and a firsthand view of the fleet.

lusus: Sea Snake (long dead)
Age: 13 Sweeps
Blood: purple (#7251a2)
Specubi: Dartkind, Poisonkind
Interests: Martial arts films. A large collection of poisons, collected from both animals and artificial poisons.
Dislikes: Pollution, the government, Pirates (old habits die hard)
Speech: --Tendsss to ssspeak in a ssstraightforward fassshion. Can't sssea anything wrong with that.
Trolltag: Formerly it was tyrannicalCobra, but following his abrupt departure, in order to (slightly) throw the government, he has changed it to treacherousCobra.

**ApocRenegade** · 03-03-2011, 02:39 PM

I guess I'll post all of mine here to keep them together

**Tluthal** · 03-03-2011, 06:10 PM

Hokay yet another troll!...

Also, ZDG, I saw that.

> Be the Creepy Doll Girl

What? No! Your name is Natasha Virgil and you're not creepy! Really! You're just so, so lonely. When you left the wriggling caverns and made your hive near cliffs so your under-sized spider lusus could hunt ofr herself, you left behind the few friends and everyone neary you was so much older. You ended up getting a lot of gabric and crafting SNUGGLY EFFIGEES for yourself. Those first rough efforts made you crave more, and as you got to know your neighboors, your efforts grew more sophisticated. Eventually you even remade those first ones and even showed them off!

Unfortunately, your audience was... horrified. You knew you should stop, but addiction is a powerful thing, and as your loneliness grew, so did your collection of dolls. Eventually, you found out the small ones were considered endearing, and so you began making more of them, never hinting that they were merely tiny copies to accompany you when you visit others and can't hold the big ones!

Dolls, luckily, are not the only thing you make. You also make jewelery - mostly for the dolls, yes, but also for yourself and others - and you also enjoy playing the flute and dancing.

Your trolltag is petulantVacancy and you type with y

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**Evy** · 03-03-2011, 06:43 PM

> Be the brat.

Your name is TZADIK KEIZER.

You are somewhat of an oddity as a SEA DWELLER, as your LUSUS is in fact a type of FEATHERBEAST - one that can SWIM but not FLY. This causes you to surface quite often, but you don't COMPLAIN. You have better things to complain about, whenever the NEED arises. Thanks to him, you've grown accustomed to COLDER WATERS, although you reside in a WARMER area of the ocean.

Despite your HIGH STANDING on the hemospectrum, you don't care for blood color as long as people LISTEN TO YOUR WHIMS, be they red or blueblood. You are very WHIMSICAL and have a tendency to be MOODY and CAPRICIOUS. So really, you are basically a ROYAL BRAT. But you don't really care what people think. Why should you?

You were born with a STREAK OF HAIR in the color of your BLOOD, which you think of as a LUCKY CHARM. You CARVED your symbol into your FLESH not long ago because you have a strange AVERSION FOR SHIRTS. Yeah, you're kind of WEIRD, too. Your INTERESTS, by the way, consist of EATING, CHASING after other peoples' LUSII in order to CUDDLE THEM and REFLEXOLOGY. We don't know where that one comes from either.

Your trolltag is yellerReflex and YOU K|NDA TALK RLY LOUD!!!

**Alyss** · 03-03-2011, 06:49 PM

Oh, hello there! How's it go-
==> Smile!

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS THAT?!?

Your name is ATTELU ZRANE, and you have a medical condition. While many trolls have long since shed their other four arms and gained amber eyes with pupils, you did not. Not that you don't love them, though. In fact, you love them sooooooo much, you feel that everyone on Alternia needs to see 'em! So, from time to time, you walk aimlessly covered up by long overcoats, until you find one very unlucky troll. Then, you tear off your robes and much to their shock and horror, you're nude and have SIX MOTHER FUCKING ARMS. And you just adore the reaction faces. You even take pictures and hang them around your hive, as a testament to your delicious, delectable depravity. And because of of your extra arms, you like to think you are above the caste system. Your a ~special snowflake~, so why should you, amirite????? Other than flashing yourself to total strangers and photography, your interests include troll romance and dancing. Yes, despite your freakish deformity, you can do a quite beautiful dance! You pride yourself in this, and spend much of your spare time practicing your fresh dance moves.

Now, troll romance. Right, uh, here we go. You are absolutely fascinated by it! Flushed, calingious, pale, ashen... Just so intriguing! Although, unlike most that are enchanted by the wonders of romance~, you do not keep a shipping chart. You don't ship at all, actually! It's pretty weird once you start to think about it, y'know? So you just... Steer clear of it. You already have enough strange things going for you.

You are a very excitable troll, and you like to think you're ready for absolutely anything. This is usually not the case. You fall ass-backwards into just about everything you do, from tying your shoes to going outside, you have no idea what lies ahead. But that's cool! You are even gifted with vision ninefold, which gives you the ability to see what others see. You pretty much adore this, since you can see yourself when your flashing people. It's like using people as your personal mirror. That's totally not messed up. In addition to your sometimes crippling forgetfulness, people often think your a bit... Ditzy. Although, you are actually quite intelligent, you just don't, well... Show it.

Physically, you are very small and thin, and pretty damn weak, because of your condition. But, you can run like hell. Heh, you reckon your just about the fastest creature on Alternia when your on your feet! This also comes in handy when a particularly violent troll gets pretty pissed at you for exposing yourself to them. By the time you actually break a sweat, they're far gone, huffing and gasping for air. Yup, you are quite the flighty broad. Your vision is excellent, too! You figured because of your strangely pupil-less eyes you have super-sight. This is probably wrong. Your teeth are thin, but sharp, like tiny needles. This is also pretty fucking scary to look at, considering you have like, six-bajillion of 'em.

Your trollTag is freakyPhotography, and your ---text has allllllllllll your extra arms!!---

strife Specibus: fistKind
fetch modus: DDR Modus. Must bust out some FRESH DANCE MOVES to retrieve an item.
Age: 7-8 sweeps.
Blood: Dark Red.
Quirk: Capital I's and lower case "l"s get sextupled, borders text with hypens.

I need to stop making all these strange special snowflake trolls jesusssss

**Araiss** · 03-03-2011, 08:58 PM

==> Be the blue troll.

You succeed in being the blue troll.

Your name is Adinan Lymph, and you aren't actually blue, you do have blue blood though, a very dark kind of blue that you are proud of. You also sport very large horns that sort of make you think of antennas that you are proud of as well. You also aren't in one of your depressing moods, that's another reason why you aren't blue. You have a CONDITION that creates these random spurts of depression, and you wish you could get rid of it. You also suffer from cases of PARANOIA due to events in your life, most of them which you've attributed to your lusus. Because of these fits you have dark bags under your eyes, because you can not get sleep when this happens. These events have also caused some of your hair to start becoming gray. You hate it when both of these events happen at the same time, it causes you to go into a depressing crazy rant of random thoughts and questions.

Now for your interest, you love puzzles and problem questions and situations. You like to solve them, which is why your room is covered in puzzle pieces and riddles. Because of your spurts of paranoia you also have a paranoia section for different ideas and connections that you think of during those moments in another room. You also like COLLECTING BLOOD, yes, you collect troll blood, but there is good reason for this. The first is because of your lusus, blood is the main source of food for it. You don't kill anyone for it, unless absolutely needed, otherwise you simply collect it from donations, whether they be willingly given or otherwise. You would hate for your lusus to try to steal your blood...again. The second reason is because you study the homospectrum. You love the homospectrum and think of it as a puzzle of sorts. Your goal is to COMPLETE a fully organized and detailed chart of it. You keep the blood and chart in another room with your paranoia business.

You also have a trollmance chart, that is what you call troll romance, you find nothing wrong with it. You are not really interested in how trollmance works ever, you only go to it during your fits of depression. You also keep this in the room with the blood. Overall you figure yourself to be a PRETTY NORMAL troll. You wear a black long sleeve shirt with blue at the ends of the sleeves, the sleeves themselves remind you of straight jacket sleeves. You proudly wear a blue puzzle piece upon it. You also have a blue sash that you use as a belt, with light faded purple pants and gray shoes.

Your trolltag is enigmaticCumulous(EC)and youT/\lk like putting t()get}{er /\ jigs/\w puzzle.

**Evy** · 03-03-2011, 10:27 PM

> Be the tragic cyclops.

Your name is DALYBA DALMUO.

Actually, someone should probably draw you another sprite, because you are already an ADULT. But who cares, really? In any case, yes, you've filled pails before. You can't anymore because both your MATESPRIT and KISMESIS have been CULLED in the recent sweeps because of their LOW STANDING on the hemospectrum. You should have DIED with them then, but you somehow managed to only get out with a MISSING EYE and BROKEN HORN. You would lean on your MOIRAIL for emotional support if only your moirail hadn't died in a HORRIBLE ACCIDENT not long afterwards. It's a miracle how your LUSUS still lives.

Because of these incidents, you see yourself as a BEARER OF MISFORTUNE. The only reason you haven't RID THE WORLD of yourself yet is because of your INTENSE HATRED for highbloods for the aforementioned cullings. You have tasked yourself with DISPATCHING whatever highblood foolish enough to venture too close to you, which is to say, ANYWHERE, as you are constantly on the move. Your PSYCHIC ABILITY renders this possible.

Besides HATING HIGHBLOODS and stewing in your MISERY, you are fond of DANCING and MATHEMATICS, but you are surprisingly NOT TECH-SAVVY at times. How you manage to play a COMPUTER GAME at some point is anyone's guess.

Your trolltag is hemorrhageDivide and there is a Blunt Coldness to your Words.

**CaritheDuck** · 03-03-2011, 11:06 PM

BE THE PERFECTLY ALIVE TROLL--->

That would be original.

Well shit, be this bitch instead.

You are now HEPIUM PANSSA, and you happen to be DEAD. In your sgurb session atleast, to which you were only created for. BEFORE you died you had MANY interest, okay not really. You just HATED FLARPERS, so much you killed them every chance you got. You also like making shit explode, it's fun. Watching shit explode is fun. Alas, no one cares now, YOU'RE DEAD. Some fairy/rainbow drinker/God Tier flew up and blasted you in half because you kinda caught her eye on fire with one of your landbombs and killed two of her friends, BUT THAT WAS SWEEEEEPPSS AGO.

You have nothing else to say but YOU HATE PEOPLE. FUCK THEM ALL. You sound really old when you died at only 9 sweeps old...Killed by a six sweep troll, DAMN IT SUCKS TO BE YOU. Your trollianhandle is explosiveMortician and /////YOOOO--------OOOUUUR QUIRRRKKK IS REALLLYY FUCKIIII-----IIIING ANNOYING!!

**Captainman** · 03-04-2011, 02:56 AM

(( ...I hope it's okay for me to post an updated profile of Rirfib here. If not, I'll... delete the post. Sorry... ))

Be the colorblind troll
==>

Your name is Rirfib Nonnac! You are an AQUATIC TROLL dwelling on ALTERNIA. You are very high up on the BLOOD HIERARCHY but you do not care about such things. You can't even tell colors anymore since YOU and your EX-MOIRAIL both suffered an accident together and became COLORBLIND, though he is loyal to the BLOOD HIERARCHY and is actually QUITE LOW ON IT.

There are many things WRONG with you. You CAN'T SWIM, though you are LEARNING. You are self-hating and go into FITS OF INSANITY and RAGE whenever your EMOTIONS boil over or SOMEONE PUSHES YOU TOO MUCH. Your eyes kind of go purple and then you pass out and wake up a few days later. Last time it happened you CUT OFF YOUR OWN FINS. You're kind of not right in the head. It's just another thing you hate about yourself.

Your LUSUS resides with you in your HIVE and he is pretty much HORRIBLE. He's a PRETTY BIG MANTA RAY who is DISAPPOINTED in you and PRETTY MUCH HATES YOU. The feeling is mutual, you suppose.

You have a variety of INTERESTS which include COLLECTING NERDY THINGS, BROWSING NERDY WEBSITES, WATCHING HORRIBLY BAD MOVIES NON-IRONICALLY, LISTENING TO MUSIC WITH BEATS THAT YOU CAN COUNT AND WHICH FOLLOW A PATTERN, MAKING PATTERNS BASED OFF OF NUMBERS, READING BOOKS, and EXTREME ROLEPLAYING. You do have more interests you just don't feel the need to go into those right now.

You are sitting in your RESPITEBLOCK on your custom-built computer and attempting to modify and customize a few of your NERDY TOYS which you do often and always FAIL AT IT. You PUT YOURSELF DOWN over it a lot, but you PUT YOURSELF DOWN over almost anything, especially the fact that whenever you fill a quadrant the other troll seems to DIE, BE LYING, BREAK UP WITH YOU, or DISAPPEAR. You don't really hold it against them though... you're a pushover...

Your TROLLTAG is variedGreyshades and ...umm... y-yuu kund uf m-mumblu wh-whun yuu, umm...
...
...t-tulk...
...U'm s-surry.
Pl-pluusu dun't, um... h-hutu mu

**momatoes** · 03-04-2011, 06:14 AM

Your name is NEIRIS BAHARA. You are 8 sweeps old.

You are the kind of troll who will NEVER STAND OUT from a crowd, at least, as far as looks could go. Your long, droll hair and plain clothes speak of a general INDIFFERENCE or APATHY to taking care of yourself beyond more than the barest required minimum. After all, it's not as if you have a lot of friends to admire over your sense of style. This is mostly because of the fact that you live in an isolated, steep MOUNTAIN RANGE gog knows where. The stone cave you reside in is rather lacking in the warm hues of a normal troll household, but it's still home to you. It just get a little LONELY sometimes, with your books and your movies and your small small, unbearably small world.

> Neiris: Follow your dreams as your true self.

You wish you could stay like this forever.

You handle is transientJourneyer and, while awake, Speak. as if coming from a faraway place. If ever they invent a way for you to communicate while sleep-journeying, though, they'd find you Strangely! happy and enthusiastic.

Symbol: A letter o with two diacritical marks at the side. Based on ὄ, from ὄνειρος, meaning dream.
Strife Specibus: BowKind, XBowKind
Age: 8 sweeps.
Color: #522C00 (Brownblood)
Fetch Modus: Ornithopter Modus. Each captchalogue card hovers around the user like a perpetually floating paper plane. The user must successfully shoot down the item that she wishes to take out.
Lusus: A seagull.
Quirk 1: Adds. a period after the first word.
Quirk 2: Adds! an exclamation point to the first word.
Psychic power: Ability to enter, interact with dreams.

**paradoxette** · 03-04-2011, 09:35 AM

Your name is PHAIAS SAPPHIA and you are utterly obsessed with anything SHARP, POINTY, AND NEAT. You keep yourself cool and collected AT ALL TIMES, to the point it appears COLD AND ALOOF to other trolls.

That is because your QUILLBEAST LUSUS enforced this habit into you since you were a wriggler. You aspire to be as calm and collected as she is.

You are obsessed with the concept of ANGULAR POINTS to the point you keep it an important essence of yourself. You keep your mind as sharp as possible, and as such you like studying and you always keep yourself interested in many different subjects, such as PHYSICS, ALTERNIAN LAW, LITERARY ARTS and WEAPONIZED COMBAT. Especially weaponized combat because you love seeing the sharp edge of your VARIOUS SPEARS shine, and you always keep a your favorites in your SPEARKIND ABSTRATA.

You are uncomfortable upon seeing anything DULL be it literally or figuratively, and it is particularly unhelping in keeping your COLLECTED DEMEANOR as you itch to try your best at SHARPENING it. Because your psychic power manifests by PSYCHICLY SANDPAPERING anything you focus at, you wear these glasses to stop yourself from ruining things.

As a blue blood, you enjoy your life as calmly as possible with only DULLNESS to worry about, and the only thing that greatly concerns you is the DULL-WITTEDNESS and SLOPPINESS of those other trolls you socialize with, and sometimes their NUBBY HORNS.

Your trolltag is spearmindSharp and You Try your besT AT Turning duLL LeTTers inTo shArp ones, And you Add more //shArp chArAcTers// to cALm you down // when you Are irked by someThing duLL. ////

Color: #001996

**mars7a** · 03-04-2011, 03:14 PM

Originally Posted by serpentineWielder

[spoiler]-amazingshitrightheresnip-[/color][/font][/b]

This might be my favorite fan troll ever. His blood color and his horns and quirk and everything is so cool aaaaaaaaaaaaa

**BoomingKitty** · 03-04-2011, 07:36 PM

> Be a dead troll

Really?

Your name is Agrii Kaurt, Or at least it was. You once were a royal purple, living in all dandy under the ocean, until you died. It was so long ago that you forgot when you did die, more than 30 sweeps though. Also, you now live in the forest in an abandoned hive. You tried to get rid of everything that made you remember your life, your horns, fins, symbol, you even clawed out your own "eye".

You are a bit sad all the time, but you tend to get as angry as others do, which should be normal. You dont like talking to anybody that much anyways, So you tend to idle from anyone you see. You trolltag is acapellaScarecrow and you forgot how you spoke some time ago.

**darling** · 03-04-2011, 08:55 PM

I hate how bare-bones most of my bios are, ugh. I need to go back and update ALL OF THEM because my characters change and grow so drastically once I actually start PLAYING them.

=> Be the Lovely Young Lady.

You are now the Lovely Young Lady, and how lovely you are! How about we take that red cloak off and show your true colors?

=> Remove cloak.

Much better! Your name is RHOEAS VIITTA and you are just shy of 6 sweeps old.

You have a PASSION for BEAUTIFUL THINGS. Consequentially, your many INTERESTS include FRAGRANT AND COLORFUL FLORA, RED FABRIC, and adorning yourself with FRILLS and RIBBONS. You also like to glance at yourself in REFLECTIVE PANES. You're not vain, you just APPRECIATE the face you are blessed with. You have a KNACK FOR BAKING and despite your looks, you are a SKILLED BUTCHER and your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to axeKind. This is thanks in part to your DEMONIC FANGBEAST lusus with whom you hold the utmost respect.

You take a GUILTY PLEASURE in reading and writing fictional works of the REDROM VARIETY and have no shame in SHIPPING your friends in a little notebook. You then write INDULGENT LITERATURE about them. It's a good thing THEY'LL NEVER FIND OUT.

Your trolltag is wolfbloodCape and you . . . Leave a trail behind your sentences so you don't get lost. You speak quite clearly otherwise, in your favorite shade of red.

Blood is #648200

Lusus + AB sprites

**BewareOfNerd** · 03-04-2011, 09:19 PM

Rhoeas's blood color is almost exactly the same as my troll Morsus's!

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