Your name is AGATHY RASUPA. You have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS.
Unfortunately you're KIND OF AN IDIOT and you don't really REMEMBER what those INTERESTS are. But that's okay. You tend to enjoy the simple things in life. Like SHINY OBJECTS, TOYS and GAMES, and BLOWING SHIT UP.
You wish that last one was easy to do.
You have the power over NUCLEAR FUSION, which basically means you can throw MINIATURE SUNS around without harming yourself. Unfortunately (fortunately for everyone else), due to your INCOMPETENCE, INEXPERIENCE, and STUPIDITY, your attempts at using your power to its fullest often end up FAILING HORRIBLY.
Your trolltag is solarHellraven and youre not the smartesr person on the blcok :D
==>Be the rad chick
You are now the rad chick.
Your name is SIZZAY ALBAH and you are very much the rad music chick. You have the most awesome lusus ever- I mean come on it's a freaking PURRWING BEST, which you call BUCKBEAK. Sure your a mustard blood but hey, you rock it anyhow. You don't like to show your specibi right from the start because hey, God gave you legs and hands, you might as well use em. But eh, after a while just using your bare hands and also your shoes because you are pretty fond of kicking things gets old in a fight so you reveal your specibi, Speakerkind. Yes, speaker kind. You switch between beating others with them or simply blowing people's eardrums out with them while you chill. Hell, sometimes you do both at once. They're pretty handy.
As stated before, you adore music. You listen, play, sing, dance, all of it. While you aren't that big into fashion, you do like hats. Oh my god do you love hats. And shoes. Oh yes, shoes. You have a small collection of both that you like to wear at random, depending on your mood as you are quite moody. Your moods swing more than Tarzan in the jungle, whoever Tarzan is. You also really like poetry and its sort of a secret love because so many other trolls hate poetry, almost as much as they hate mail. At least, the trolls in your general area do. You're pretty defensive about it when people decide to talk shit about you for it. Blow-your-ears-out-with-noise defensive. You don't generally read but you are pretty into the troll Harry Potter series.
Your trolltag is differentialDancer and you like to ~speak with the flow of the music~
>Be the vigilant protector.
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Your name is Sevven Slacuo.
Your interests include SLAYING VILE BEASTS, PROTECTING THE HIVES OF THE INNOCENT, and SLAYING THE WICKED. Vile beasts tend to include those that dwell in abandoned hives, forests, and the underground. You have sacrificed a great many things to become the vigilant protector of these innocent trolls, such as the comfort of sopor slime and a hive. You torched your hive soon after abandoning it, as your lusus tried to kill you. Your lusus was a very large nocturnal cavedwelling flightbeast, one of the many beasts trying to destroy trollkind.
You are of dark purple blood, which means you used to dwell near the sea in a very large mountain. You dislike asserting your caste, and you tend not to unless it is absolutely necessary, which is rarely.
Your fetch modus is the Stance Modus, which requires you to take a specific stance to retrieve items. Due to the limited number of stances you know, which is 12, you may only store 12 items. You fight with your sword and shield, like a true warrior. You wear large armor, which would be very ineffective against trolls, but you fight beasts, not trolls. Your armor is old, but still effective enough to protect you from most attacks. You also have a helmet, one side is painted red, the other is a silver-ish color, like the rest of your armor. You are covered in scars from the many, many battles you have been in.
Your trollTag is greyWarden and (+) You tend to speak in a manner t(H)at s(H)ows your weaponry. -|-----
They are always much larger on paper. Much, much larger.
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>Be the one with time on his side.
Your name is Espora Jetran, and time is most definitely not on your side.
You used to think it was, back when you were a wriggler and didn't know any better. Why? Well, your BROWN BLOOD, something the spectrum dictates you ought to have been cursing, gave you a pretty awesome psychic ability- the ability to CONTROL YOUR OWN TIME. You can speed yourself up to the point that you appear to be a BLUR TO OTHERS, and if you're stuck in something boring- like a SCHOOLFEEDING SESSION- you can slow yourself down so that the world zooms past ten times faster. You thought you had hit the JACKPOT when it came to psychic abilities, and as a result you developed a cocky, headstrong personality. You even started fancying yourself an AMATEUR VIGILANTE, beating up older trolls in the blink of an eye. You were the BEST, completely unstoppable. Nothing could get in your way!
That is, until you noticed that you had shed all your wiggler traits and developed into a full grown troll an ENTIRE SWEEP AND A HALF BEFORE NORMAL. It was then that you realized the truth of your ability, the one that your HOURGLASS BEETLE lusus had been trying and failing to teach you ever since you crawled out of the Cave of Trials- you've been running on your LIFESPAN all along. Every time you sped up, you sped up your growth and development as well- effectively fastforwarding your way towards your inevitable DEATH OF OLD AGE. Or even that. Because when you speed up, everything in your body does. Wounds bleed and heal faster, diseases take much quicker to infect fully and then go away, your hair grows at an accelerated rate and your horns have practically exploded out of your head. Sounds good, right? Not if you had a TUMOR, or anything else like that- without keeping your medical state CONSTANTLY IN CHECK, careless use of your speed ability would turn an oddly shaped mole into a FATAL MELANOMA before you even knew you had it.
Of course, slowing yourself down does the opposite- if you were to be critically wounded and use that ability, you wouldn't bleed out until weeks had passed- but you can NEVER TURN BACK THE CLOCK. As it is, you are a seven sweep old in a ten sweep old's body, and if you don't manage your abilities much more finely then the gap's only going to GET WORSE. But with your careless demeanor, who knows if you'll be able to?
Enough about the ability that's more or less defined your life, though. Let's examine your INTERESTS. You love to show others up, especially highbloods, although IF PRESSED you will grudgingly admit you follow the spectrum. FOOT RACES are your favorite activity, although you won't say no to MOTORIZED TWO WHEEL DEVICE RACES or even impromptu PARKOUR (although the latter you are pretty shoddy at, due to never thinking out your jumps properly before you make them). You genuinely enjoy COOKING, but often find yourself abusing your time powers to hurry up the process and thus ending up with UNDERDONE/OVERDONE MEALS. Patience is a virtue you have yet to learn.
Your HIVE is in a shitty hivestem in a shitty town, and your lusus spends most of his time scuttling around eating trash. When at home you enjoy listening to EDGY ALTERNIAN ROCK RECORDS, most of which have names like "We Sort of Slightly Disagree With The Hemospectrum (Please Don't Cull Us)", and either PAINTING or practicing your moves to become an expert RAPIDEATHDEALER. That... that actually is a class name, you swear. Seriously. Stop laughing.
Your trollTag is machFive and you >talk fast and don't care.
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gif by scientificblues!!! | FANGAN TROLLPA: READ THIS DUMB FANVENTURE PLEASE
Your name is The Sheriff. But you can call you SIR.
...That works better in first person.
You are The Sheriff.
That sums you up. Those four words. You are an agent of the law and the sword of justice. You are the protector of all innocents, fighting with your own strength. You pay for your own gun, your own bullets, and your own food with the money you make from stopping crime. You don't need the money for luxuries, you're just doing your job.
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>Be the Subjuggalator
You are pretty sure there are already lots of those!
>Be the lowblood with Subjuggalator dreams.Much better!
Your name is Asteio Blague, and no, you aren't a Subjuggalator... you wish you were though. To you, the Subjuggalators represent the very pinacle of troll society. They are the very best, and that is simply the way it is. Obviously, with your bottom-of-the-hemospectrum Maroon blood, you will never be one... but you can dream.
You have many interests, the most interesting of which being GRAFFITI. It isn't quite "painting" per se, but it is close! You use the blood of fallen trolls to create wonderful masterpieces all across the city... few recognize your genius, but then again, you never actually sign any of your works!
You also like MURDER. Really, you should have seen this one coming. You need blood to make your paint, and you -do- want to be a Subjuggalator... so hunting down and killing trolls has become second nature to you at this point.
Finally, you are a big fan of PLAYING CARDS. You collect decks of cards by the hundreds and... well you mostly leave them lying around on your floor. Quite a hazard, really, but you don't actually know any card games so.... eh.
Obviously, you WORSHIP SUBJUGGALATORS. Anyone with Indigo blood is practically your god, unless they reject their subjuggalator nature... in which case you attempt to kill them. You wear their face paint, which has led to a few fights, but mostly just scares your enemies shitless.
You also wear glasses. This has nothing to do with your clown fetish, you are BLIND WITHOUT THEM. Unfortunately, you are terrible at taking care of yourself, so your glasses are cracked... and your hair is ragged and torn, to be honest.
Your trolltag is infectiousLaughter and you try to hehehe keep a straight face but AHAHAHA you just HEHEHEHE can't keep a stAHAHA straight face! HEHEHE!
Effects > Invert Colours
Your name is Viovex Taynor, and, well, let's explain why half of you is like it is.
You are a Physics Major, a very dedicated one, and your research took the best of your interest into the nature of Black Holes. Yes, those things.
Then you came across a certain Dr. Attome, who was into his own research of Nanobiology, and for some reason wanted to help you with your own studies. A few strings were pulled, and you were given the ability to conjure Black Holes at will.
Not only that, but you also have control over suspicious White Holes to shield yourself from immediate danger.
Now, this all sounds good, but unfortunately, the size and power isn't really impressive, still capable of their own levels of destruction, and god knows what happens to the stuff that spaghettifies and wraps in there. But hey, one of these days you'll find out.
The whole, one-half thing is a cosmetic result, this has not effected your Caste in any way, your eyesight from the left eye is fine, it just looks wierd and you don't know why it's happened.
Though in your spare time, you take regular Aerobics and certain other athletic hobbies, can't let studying get in the way of fitness.
Your trolltag is breathlessHollow and hOley mAckeRAl yOuR text hAs A lOt Of hOles.
Color code = #151B54
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>Be a troll
Yep, you're a troll. Not too difficult to grasp. Anything else?
>Be the one that does things
Though it's true that you're generally a troll of action rather than appearance, there's probably more you could be doing to explain yourself right now.
You decide to forgo any further shenanigans for now and get on with your life.
AB sprite by this awesome guy.
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Even the eyes of the universe need rest...
Flamerider64, did you take time to do any research about black holes?
Sorry, I'll put up the .gif version
EDIT2: By the way, I'll probably fix the text color stuff in my bio post later. I just don't feel like looking up the codes for that crap at the current moment. Kind of bothersome that the shortcut on the post page doesn't just give the right kind of code in the first place :/
EDIT3: Fix'd, again
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Even the eyes of the universe need rest...
Even the eyes of the universe need rest...
See what the user is describing doesn't sound like a black hole. It sounds like a wormhole "get sent to a reasonably distant place"
Cause wormholes connect to points in space or spacetime whereas black holes just suck matter and radiation in and grow. Only a small (in the nanokelvins) amount of temperature is released. Even light gets swallowed up.
...Um, I do hate to break up this conversation. I really do. It's interesting. But we've moved from profile critique to scientific debate. Could we, maybe, continue this in the chat thread...?
>Be the Pissed off Ninja
Woah, whoever this guy is he looks pretty angry
Your name is Dradis Terren [Dray-diss Tare-in]. ever since you were a wiggler you were always interested in being sneaky and awesome. you are now 8 solar sweeps old. when you turned 6 solar sweeps you left the dojo with your lusus to build your own life out in the deep swamps/forests of alternia.
You live in a rustic dojo-like hive. you decorate it with pictures of whales and ninjas. you have no idea why youre obsessed with whales. you just think theyre awesome. on the subject of ninjas you are one of the best ninja on alternia. you have climbed to the top of the echeladder and even defeated your master. you use a scamper fetch modus, whenver you try to get an item out it turns into a physical card and you have to defeat/kill/trap it to get your item. this modus proves to be no problem to a ninja of your skills. however there have been some incidents in the past.
on the subject of your lusus. your lusus is a giant scaly serpent. he lives in a huge system of caves he dug when you first moved to your current hive. he has super strong scales and sometimes you and him battle just for kicks. being huge and being a snake, he can eat virtually anything. however he prefers other lusii. he and you share a rivalry sort of bond. and there is a constant contest of one-upmanship going between you to, dont ask how that works. you were chosen for this lusus due to the fact that he was sort of being an asshole. but a ninja of your skills easily tamed him.
As for the caste system, you honestly dont care about it. you were brought up respecting those who are better fighters than you and looking down on weak ones. however you take advantage of your nearly purple but mainly blue blood. its a pretty high on the hemospectrum and can come in handy. you dont have very many friends. the few ones you do have you share rivalry's with. you tend to make rivals alot. which has more than once gotten you into a tough spot. you also are generally uncaring towards others, and get pissed off easily. but you can still be a cool cat when needed, and this makes sense since your official zodiac sign is Leo.
You are an excellent flarper. you dont worry about people telling you to stop playing games for girls, cause no one is stupid enough to tell you to do anything, not even people with a blood color higher on the hemospectrum. like your real self you have gained all the levels. your flarpers name is Dextrix Alxtrinax. you purposefully put all those x's in just to piss of enemies who get tied up saying your flarping name. it usually leaves a good opening.You use the Ninjakind obviously, it includes a large arsenal of weapons. whips, katanas, throwing stars, daggers and a whole lot of other cool shit.
Due to all the fighting you do, you sometimes just lie in your bed, thinking of awesome things. you often drown out the pain in various alcoholic beverages. you also enjoy to carve art into wood. a while ago you discovered a bottle of faygo and have become even more pissed of and uncaring then before. but you still manage to bring out your good self for a certain some.you live in a multi-floor-multi-room dojo-like hive near a huge system of swamps and forests on one side, and open plain and mountains on the other
Your trolltag is narcoticNinja and you tend to speak in acryptIc ANd SomEtImES myStErIouS wAy
And if hivebent/homestuck were to mattter.
Your Planet is "The Land of Trees And Shadows"
You are the Hunter Of Fate
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=> Be the... cliché looking hipster troll?
He must be full of all sorts of hipster clichés, but you've probably never heard any of them.
You are called HYREAU SYLTHR. You don't really know why you dress this way, but there's probably a valid explanation. You just probably forget it, considering the fact that you can BARELY REMEMBER ANYTHING. Well no, that's a bit of an exaggeration. You remember your name, your place on the hemospectrum, your name, and even your age! Er... how old were you again? A little under EIGHT SWEEPS was it? Well, age doesn't really matter anyways. As long as your faithful WATER SNAKE lusus is around, there is no need to remember.
Where was that silly snake, anyways? You have a vague recollection of BASHING ITS BRAINS IN, but you forget about the memory almost immediately. It's probably just hunting for some food or sleeping. You keep your STRIFE SPECIBUS, equipped with BATKIND, at the ready since your lusus is never around to protect you. Your trusty NAIL-COVERED BAT has never let you down, not even once! Your FETCH MODUS is a hip MESSENGER BAG which you usually keep somewhere in your HIVE. You also forgot you even had a FETCH MODUS, since you never really used it before.
As for your NAIL-COVERED BAT, you happen to use it ALL THE TIME -- even if you don't remember. Every once in a while, you find it covered in colorful blood, sometimes with SCRAPS OF HAIR AND FLESH stuck to the shiny nails. You'll sometimes get extremely upset at seeing the mess all over your beloved BAT, and BREAK SOMETHING. By something, you usually mean ANOTHER TROLL. You don't mean for it to happen, but UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE FITS happen to be UNCONTROLLABLE. You sort of go into an UNCONCIOUS MINDSET, having flashes of reality mix into your dreams. It's extremely hard to get you upset or extremely emotional, but a handful of small, ODDLY SPECIFIC things seem to IRK YOU INTO THESE UNFATHOMABLE TANTRUMS. They could probably be easily avoided if you could REMEMBER what those 'things' were.
Excluding your SOMEWHAT VIOLENT QUIRK, you happen to be an easygoing, friendly fellow. You don't particularly enjoy regaining conscious covered in blood, so you tend to ISOLATE YOURSELF FROM SOCIETY. Because of this, your social skills DRAMATICALLY DECLINED to where you had a HARD TIME COMMUNICATING with anyone. You generally feel the most comfortable when talking to your MOIRAIL, CYGNE PIUMA, but you still struggle with knowing how to act. You tend to KEEP TO YOURSELF and would rather stay in your hive even IF IT WERE ON FIRE. Because of this, you tend to BEG YOUR MOIRAIL to interact with others instead.
Because of your NAVY BLUE BLOOD, the HEMOSPECTRUM places you at something of a NOBLE RANKING. That doesn't really matter, since YOU ALREADY FORGOT. Your HIVE is a very nice VILLA with a nice view of the OCEAN. You tend to stay mostly in your room, because you don't really remember how to navigate around the large HIVE. It's pretty easy to get OUTSIDE, but every once in a while you'll take a wrong turn. Your hobbies include LOOKING FOR YOUR (DEAD) LUSUS, CLEANING YOUR BAT, and TENDING TO THE GARDEN BEHIND YOUR HIVE.
Your TROLLTAG is homicidalRecluse, and yøu... um... arє vєry unssurє... øf høw tø sspєak... i think... tHøUGh sSOMєTIMєSs yøu gєt a lITTLє bIt cRAZy aNd dISSRєGUARd pUNCTUATIøn
==> Be the shuffling one
Hey there you are!
Your name is TARKEN VENTER. You have an obsession with dancing specifically THE SHUFFLE. This obsession started when you first heard the song "PARTY ROCK ANTHEM" by LMFTAO (Laughing My Fucking Troll Ass Off). This lead to your goal of becoming the TROLL LORD OF THE DANCE. Unfortunately your blood is GREEN, which means you can't really become a TROLL LORD... but that's okay cause in your mind literally everything has been SHUFFLED! This means you see the hemospectrum in the order of ORANGE, BRICK RED, GREEN, YELLOW, PURPLE, BLUE. This has the unintentional effect of making you confuse the hell out of anyone of lowblood and really piss off anyone of highblood, if they really care about it that is.
Your lusus is a SMALL BEAR and loves to dance as well. Your fetch Modus is the SHUFFLE Modus. This modus is similar to the Miracle Modus as you have no idea what you are going to draw from the top of the deck. Oddly though you seem to have GREAT LUCK when it comes to this particular Modus. You use the danceKind specibus and defeat opponents by challenging them to EPIC DANCE-OFFS.
Your chumHandle/TrollTag is eternalShuffler and your quirk es thit yao shofflu yaor vawuls op...
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