Oh god. The memories.
Oh god. The memories.
> Be the DARK KNIGHT SACROSANCT AND STALWART SENTINEL OF SUPERIORITY
Your name is DOMNIQ ARKANJ.
You have quite an assortment of interests, the foremost among them being THE PURSUIT OF KNIGHTHOOD. Like your ancestors before you, you are fascinated by tales of heavily armored nobility risking life and limb for Her Imperious Condescension. You believe it is your destiny to ascend to knighthood and one day fight on the frontlines of some strange alien world for the glory of Alternia. That is, if the entire concept of knights wasn't made completely defunct by advanced technology thousands of sweeps ago. A full suit of armor doesn't really stop a bullet as well as it stops close range weaponry. That never really mattered to you, though, because by late adolescence you had smithed an entire set of completely functional and historically accurate armor. It irritates you that your FELLOW NOBILITY look down on BLACKSMITHING to be little more than peasant labor, but NOT ONE AMONG THEM have had the shameglobes to criticize a member of the AQUATIC ARISTOCRACY on his choice of hobby. It's pretty inconvenient that you have to leave the water to actually forge anything, but a knight's life is full of such sacrifices.
Another of your interests is FLARP, which allows you to step into the grieves (quite literally) of your most FAMOUS ANCESTOR - the NOBLE and COURAGEOUS CRUSADEMOLISHER known as TROLL DE LION. As tradition dictates, you wield the armaments of any self respecting knight - A BROADSWORD AND SHIELD. To be honest, roleplaying doesn't require you to act any differently than you usually do. FLARP is really just an excuse to sharpen your skills in combat and cull a few lowbloods while you're at it. You're proud to say you've never LOST A GAME OF FLARP, but at the same time you're a little embarrassed to admit you HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ALL THESE STATS MEAN.
After all, it's not like you need statistics to be reassured of your PHYSICAL PROWESS. Just wearing a full suit of armor from sunset to sunrise requires more STRENGTH and ENDURANCE than most Trolls can ever hope to possess. You're certainly not able to perform a STRONGJUMP or ever hope to become a RUFFIANNIHILATOR, but you're more than content with the path Gog has laid out for you. Moving away from your physique, you are a devout practitioner of the aquatic Troll faith known as CARPOLICISM. You faithfully follow the edicts of HIS SACRED SCALINESS - MAY HIS GILLS STAY FOREVER MOIST AND HIS WATERS FOREVER BOUNTIFUL.
As previously mentioned, you are a SEADWELLING PURPLE. Your hive is a carefully constructed AQUATIC FORTRESS with none of the conveniences that a modern abode would provide. Even getting a waterproof PDA was an EXTREMELY UNWELCOME TECHNOLOGICAL INTRUSION, but a knight's life is full of such sacrifices. Err, if knights ever had PDAs in the first place, you suppose. Your Lusus spends it's days and nights patrolling your little slice of antiquated aquatic Heaven, allowing his dorsal fin to pierce the water's surface as a warning to any tasty Trolls that feel like swimming near your residence. SHARKDAD has taught you much of BEING AT THE TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN, and natural selection coupled with your aristocracy makes you EXTREMELY RUDE towards anyone of a lowblooded nature. Highbloods, however, are a completely different story. CHIVALROUS CONDESCENSION dictates that you must be courteous and respectful to any of a SLIGHTLY LESSER, EQUAL, or (Gog forbid) GREATER BLOOD COLOR that come before you. After all, there's no reason you can't be civil.
Your trolltag is courageousCrusader and thoust speaketh in the ancient tongue of the noble Crusademolishers.
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Your name is Iferon Orinig and you are of dark red blood.If you were to play SGRUB (Which you have never heard of), you would be the MAGE OF FLAME in the land of VOLCANOES AND OBSIDIAN.
First off, you have the power of Pyrokinesis, or in other words, you are able to control fire. This ability helps you with your modus, which is explained later.
You have few interests, but among those is ARCHERY. You took up archery when you were young and had no way of defending yourself. Ever since, you have practiced your archery every day. To prevent yourself from running out of arrows, you learned to make them shortly after you got your bow. These arrows aren't as good as professionally made arrows, but they get the job done. You have a small archery range behind your hive, which is the location of your practice.
The next among your interests is FIRE. Your lusus introduced you to fire, and taught you to revere it. Not wanting to anger your lusus, you obeyed. At first you suffered from quite a few burns, but eventually you learned not to touch the fire. Acknowledging how dangerous it was, you continued to revere it. You loved the way it danced and burned, engulfing anything and everything in it's path. You have a vented chamber beneath your hive where you burn things, 'studying' fire.
Finally, you have an odd interest in ICE SCULPTING. Your interest is odd because of your reverance of fire, and your lusus being constantly covered in flames. You developed this interest upon seeing the great detail put into chunks of frozen water. Seeing how detailed they were, you decided to try this art. At first, you were horrible at it, but now you make detailed sculptures of your lusus. Luckily, it is locked in a seperate building, away from all your sculptures. You pay great attention to detail, so much that you will not put a sculpture on display if a single detail is wrong. You very much hate it when your hard work goes to waste when the sun rises, melting the scupltures before anyone can take a look at them.
Your lusus is a Salamander, by which you mean it is a large lizard that is constantly engulfed in flames. Saladad lives in a small building off to the side of your hive, which is luckily made out of nonflammable materials. Your hive is shaped like a semi-circle, and has a total of two floors. Strewn across the floor are bows and seared chunks of wood. Your respiteblock, however, is much neater than the rest of your hive. This is mainly because you do not want to step in charcoal when you wake. Beneath your hive, as was mentioned before, is a vented chamber where you burn things. Your ice sculptures are placed outside your hive, for all to see as you are very proud of your work.
You are generally friendly to your fellow lowbloods, but not so friendly that they will not take you seriously. After all, you need friends if you are to deal with the highbloods of this valley. You are very quick to act without putting thought to it, and get into conflicts quite often, especially with highblooded scum. Your actions tend to be chaotic and brash, rather than well thought out and planned.
Your fetch modus is set to the Inferno Modus, in which you have to burn a wooden case around an item in order to retrieve it. This makes captchaloguing flammable materials a bad idea, as you will never get them again. You fight at a longer range than most with your bowkind strife specibus.
Your trolltag is burningOrigins and you typE In a way that rEmInds pEoplE of FIRE.
Capitalizes F, I, R, E, B, U, R, and N.
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>Be the flower child
Your name is CVETKA EIRENE and you are a pretty LAID-BACK. You are a TEALBLOOD around the age of 9 SOLAR SWEEPS, but none of this HAEMOSPECTRUM BULLSHIT bothers you. You just like to go with the flow~
Speaking of flow, you are very IN-TUNE WITH NATURE. You love everything to go with nature, FLOWERS, TREES, THE SOUND OF THE WIND, all that sort of stuff. You have the uncanny ability to MAKE FLOWERS APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE, which you use as a form of COMMUNICATION. After reading about FLORIGRAPHY, you’ve used your abilities in combination with that as an indicator of your mood.
Along with that ability, you also have an EXTREMELY GREEN THUMB. You can make flowers grow from anywhere, whether it is in the snow, deserts or buildings. However, you haven’t quite GAINED FULL CONTROL of this, which has caused your hive to be RIDICULOUSLY OVERGROWN WITH PLANTLIFE. Not that you care, it’s what the plants would’ve wanted, right?
When you’re not in your GIGANTIC GARDEN watering or talking to your plants, you love to DANCE. Dancing is your life; you are constantly creating new INTERPRETIVE DANCES to any scenario. You also love to SING and play the LUTE, but you are ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE at both. But that doesn’t stop you from trying. You also love to lie in your garden at night and STARGAZE. You used to have a TELESCOPE that you would use to view OTHER PLANETS, but it's currently lost in the mess of vines that is your hive.
Your lusus is a fairly large BUMBLEBEAST whom you used to ride around on when you were a wiggler. He helps you POLLENATE your flowers, and you love him dearly for that. You don’t know what you’d do if he was to ever die.
Speaking of death, you HIGHLY DISAPPROVE OF IT. Unlike most trolls, you refuse to HURT ANYONE, whether they try to kill you or not. You believe that everyone should unite and live under the guidance of MOTHER NATURE, whoever that is. However, if for some reason you do ever get in a fight, you have allocated your STRIFE SPECIBUS to FANKIND.
Your trolltag is carefreeFlorigrapher and ~.you type l~ke the free sp~r~t you are.~
>Be the enlightened maverick
>Be the Maverick
>Fine, be the Unicorn guy
You are ARMUST SNOOPS.
One day, you will keep a record of all the conquests of Trollkind, with your trusty IMAGESNAPPER, you practice even now, knowing that only the truly exceptional NEWSNAPPERS get the big stories. Sometimes you wistfully look through the scrapbook of old BIGSCOOP PICSNAP, who sacrificed himself so bravely to see even a fraction of the climactic battle between the high SUBJUGGALATORS and the dastardly FLUFFY BUNNY ALLIANCE. Such poetry is in these images! Such HIGH DEES from his legendary IMAGO CRUCIO, taken through the extra long BATTLE LENS, but enough history, you must prepare for the future!
CURRENT EVENTS are very important, which is to say, things that are happening RIGHT NOW. You like to keep yourself INFORMED and IMPARTIAL, while remaining UNWAVERINGLY LOYAL to the EMPIRE. When loyalty and impartiality collide, the only option is, of course, suicide, but as every great reporter knows, if you FORGET why you were thinking DISLOYAL thoughts, you will always be on the RIGHT SIDE of the issue.
While FLARP is an enjoyable pasttime, no doubt, your interests lie more in the STATISTICS and CHRONICLING of these events, rather than getting your hands dirty. You also have long, detailed histories of the ONGOING CONFLICT between your TINY PLASTIC TROLLS and your REALLY QUITE LARGE PLASTIC TROLLS, currently explained in the UNNECESARILY COMPLEX GRAPH that covers one of your walls. The pictures, while INFORMATIVE are VERY VIOLENT, and this is just the way you like them. Through the lens of your trusty CHRONICLING DEVICE, you have seen the RISE and FALL of TYRANTS, HEROES and even noble CNL. RAGESPLOSION, whose wise words guide you still.
Your symbol is the SCYTHE, representing the noble HARVESTING of KNOWLEDGE from the fertile crops of BLOODSHED. It is green, to suit your not-too-shabby-blood, as well as the POTENT FERTILITY that was PROPHESIED in the events of your life. While you are not OVERLY FOND of Scythes, you like the SYMBOLISM, as well as symbology in general. Sometimes you go ON AND ON about symbolism, almost like how a WAR will go ON AND ON, or like how the images from your CHRONICLING DEVICE will go ON AND ON into the future after the fact. SYMBOLISM is IMPORTANT for a SCOOPGETTER.
As a SCOOPGETTER, your OPINIONS are VERY IMPORTANT, and people have to listen to them. You are also expected to uphold a standard of JOURNALISTIC INTENSITY so that your readers do not get BORED. As such, you EMPHASIZE some of THE words in your SPEECH, though NOT necessarily the operative WORDS. Also, TO elicit FURTHER reading, you occasion
ally break OFF mid-speech, although THIS may BE
due to your ENTHUSIASM to GE
T your message OUT.
You Troll under the tag trenchantPosterity
Somewhere in your Hive, your Lusus is waiting. Sometimes it looks like he's ASLEEP, but then THOSE EYES. The eyes that seem to burrow deep into YOUR SOUL will open, and he STARES. Once, this would have bothered you, but you've long since grown used to the SOUL-STARES and you couldn't ask for a more observant Lusus. Always observant. Always watching. Always.
Much of your HIVE is blindingly bright. This is because the walls are covered in POSITIVES. You POSITIVELY must not expose them to any darkness or it will be like the PICS were never SNAPPED! Consequently, you only venture into the greater part of your Hive when you must fetch one the POSITIVES that have been developed so that you can ARCHIVE it, or attach it to one of the many REPORTS you send your friends. Somehow they are not interested in the GREAT PLASTIC WAR but hey, it's THEIR LOSS.
Your Fetch Modus is the BROADSHEET. There are those that claim that the TABLOID Modus is smaller, and easier to manage, but they are SMALL-MINDED PLEBS with NO APPRECIATION for CURRENT EVENTS. The BROADSHEET Modus provides you with eveything you need, even if sometimes it gives more attention to the more SHOWY objects and you need to go hunting for what is needed, or even wait for TOMORROW'S EDITION or a SLOW NEWS DAY if the object is exceptionally dull. The FRONT PAGER, however, is always available IMMEDIATELY, HARD AND FAST, just how you like it.
((Could use some help with a name, totally blankng ))
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>Be the second member of the revamped roleplaying trio.
Your name is SOPORA CRUDET, and fuck everyone.
You weren't always this way. In fact, if you rewind the clock back a mere HALF-SWEEP ago, you were possibly the most SOCIAL troll anyone had ever met. You were a PARTIER, a glubgrub at home in the company of others, and making close friends amongst your ARISTOCRATIC PEERS came as easily as swimming to you. In fact, it came a little too easily- you were notorious for extending your FRIENDLINESS to every single member of the aquatic castes, and even when you were VIOLENTLY REBUFFED you still kept up a perky demeanor. After all, why wouldn't you? Everyone LOVED you! You held the best parties, you always had the BEST GOSSIP, and you even had the best collection of SALVAGED TRINKETS from sunken ships and treasure chests that anyone had ever seen.
But it all came crumbling down. Because you got a little TOO LOOSE with your gossip, and a little TOO CARELESS with your quadrants, and never stopped to think about the consequences of either; you lived for the PRESENT, assuming the future would never come. But it did. Your tendency of forming relationships on a whim and then abruptly dumping them when they got boring came back to BITE YOU when all your exes teamed up in a mission to SMEAR YOUR NAME, accompanied by all the so called "friends" who had told you their SECRETS and then been heartbroken to know that you had TOLD OTHERS behind their backs. Despite the vast network of buddies that you thought you had built up, it seemed like everywhere you turned was another BITTER ENEMY wishing malaise upon you. Humiliated in public as the EMBARRASSING SECRETS you told your exes were spread across the social circles, widely mocked as that one PATHETIC HOARDER by your former admirers, and even having suffered a few DIRECT ATTACKS ON YOUR LIFE by particularly pissed off glubgrubs, you gave up and WENT INTO EXILE.
Your normally bright and cheerful UNDERWATER HIVE, perpetually lit up by a series of floodlights intended to guide people to the main party chamber, had it's power cut. Anyone who came to taunt you in person was met with EMPTY ROOMS and a PRONOUNCED HOLLOWNESS. The lush kelp gardens were left to grow over, missing the attentions of your GIANT ISOPOD LUSUS. Instead, you dove down, and dove deeper- you sunk into the abysses of the great CHASMS, home to some of the most terrifying sea creatures Alternia had to offer. Fortunately, your LUSUS was one of these, and it kept you safe while you built yourself a NEW HIVE.
This one was more sinister, more imposing than your last. It was a grand AMALGAMATION of spires and spikes, the most diabolical CASTLE you could build from scratch- it was a good thing you were born with freakish STRENGTH, or else your hive would still be incomplete. You stole an INTERNET/ALTERNET cable from an unsuspecting neighbour and rigged it up, using most of the power from your old hive's generator to fuel an IMPENETRABLE FORCEFIELD that repelled both trolls and sea monsters alike. While your lusus swam back and forth, catching critters for you to feed on, you went online for the first time- and you started to socialize with the LAND DWELLING CASTES.
Saying that you were surprised at how they acted was an UNDERSTATEMENT. You had never actually talked to one before, socializing exclusively with aquatic trolls and snobbing your nose at the very rare LANDDWELLER using scuba gear to attend underwater parties; you didn't even use the net before, as you preferred to talk face to face. As such, you had grown up with the impression that the lower castes were like ANIMALS, barely capable of COHERENT THOUGHT. But you were wrong. They were clever, cleverer than many of your old "friends"- they were funny, witty, and a handful even extended the branch of friendship to you. You didn't know why; why would they try to befriend you, the LAUGHINGSTOCK OF THE SEA? But then it hit you. They didn't know, and they probably wouldn't care. So you vowed to yourself to repent, to change your ways and become the TRUEST FRIEND THEY'D HAVE.
Of course, that didn't work out quite as well as you planned. Changing your old ways proved HARD, and you made a handful of ENEMIES due to your loose lips; that's not even mentioning the amount of people who DISLIKED YOU RIGHT OFF THE BAT because of your CASTE. You adopted a variety of techniques to cover your tail, including DISGUISING YOUR BLOOD and pretending to be DIFFERENT PEOPLE, but after a series of... let's call them experiments... you finally settled down in an ACCEPTING roleplay circle, with two of the nicest trolls you'd ever meet. Their names are CALAMA and RONINA, and you feel like they're friends worth dying for.
Your personality online is far, far more guarded than what it used to be as a SOCIAL BUTTERFLY. You are the STOIC ONE of your roleplay group, the first to JUMP TO SOMEONE ELSE'S DEFENSE, and the one who's naturally SKEPTICAL of any newcomers. Revealing your identity to others comes easily, but you've managed to RESIST THE URGE each time just in case they decide to search your name and discover the CONDEMNING GOSSIP against you. You have practically RE-INVENTED YOURSELF; how fitting, then, that you roleplay as a different person almost every night?
In some weird twist of irony, your ROLEPLAYING PERSONA is the ultimate party girl. She is a bizarre fusion of YOURSELF and your beloved, doting LUSUS, a carapaced seadweller with FOUR ARMS and a TAIL. She hides in a chasm much like you, although she hides from the DRONES instead of her SOCIAL PEERS, and conceals her LONELINESS with a chipper personality and drinking problem. You named her SOPODA CRUZER, and sometimes she feels more like YOU than you do. That... that doesn't really worry you any more. You wish you'd been born as her in the FIRST PLACE. Then you'd still be naive and friendly, instead of the BITTER SHELL you are now.
...heh, shell. Bad pun.
Well, now that you've examined your SHITTY PAST, should we take a look at you? You're on the SHORTER SIDE, with a waifish trend to you; this even extends to your HORNS, which grow in the exact place your EYEBROWS should and snap off at a moment's notice. You think the fact they GROW FAIRLY QUICKLY compensates for that, but you're still SENSITIVE about them. Withstanding the cold has always been your FORTE, to the extent where you can survive wearing SHORTS in the frozen abyss of the sea, but other than your purple pants and ballet flats you don't go to any lengths to DECORATE YOUR APPEARANCE. Your hair is a mess, but it's always like that. You gave up trying to control it AAAAAGES AGO.
Your interests include ARCHITECTURE and HOARDING. You have always been very structurally-minded, even when you were a PARTIER- your RAVES were always meticulously planned out, and you'd construct HOUSES out of empty drink bottles as a PARTY TRICK. Nowadays you put your skills to use as a WORLD-BUILDER for your many RPs, fleshing out the background details and functioning as a GM to keep the fantasies on track. As for your second hobby, well, you've always been intrigued by random things. Not trash, mind you, but bits and bobs that shouldn't be LYING ON THE SEA FLOOR. Ornate cutlery that looks like it came from the LAND-DWELLING NOBILITY, fine works of art sculpted by the BLIND PSYCHISELERS, even chests containing items from OLD ANCESTORS.... it fascinates you, and a great deal of your MASSIVE HIVE is occupied by brilliantly organized collections of these things. If you knew anything about SGRUB, you would be amused that your COLLECTION would put you at a great advantage when it came to ALCHEMIZATION. As it is, you're a little ASHAMED of it.
Your trollTag is submergedIdolizer, and you glub in a somewhat stuttttering, way. You also make sure to duplicate any double letttters and shout poles/query hooooks because your glubsona has four, arms. And you can't stop the, glubs????
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> Be the Peppy Pit Girl?
That's close enough, you'd let that description pass.
Your name is Vicari Aupolla, you're a royal-blood with both fight and spunk, swapping out an easy lifestyle by instead persuing Hydromarine racing.
Ever since a young age, when you rode lusii to back and beyond, you've always had addictions for speed and victory, so you can get competetive. So far, the industry in this type of racing is a bit underdog, but still somewhat official, it's always a nice bit of culture. To maintain such interests yourself, you've gotten into a little bit of mechanics and suchforth, basic stuff on your part, you certainly couldn't craft entire machines by hand.
You are actually part of a team, and they use you as a sort of flagship image. You do a pretty good job piloting for them when it comes to it, not that anyone says so.
Outside of that though, your life is pretty good in terms of quality, your hive is nice and big, your Sting Ray lusus is good and healthy; you're good for the most part, nothing worth speaking of back there.
You might be perfectly viable for actual heritage, but the fact that you take up such natures and followings might have knocked you down a few rungs on the priority ladder. You don't know, but apparently doing what you do means not so many people want to talk to you. Are they shy? Are they passively shunning you? Other Trolls. What are they like?
This might drive you to bring the sport to above water, see if you can't find a much lower blooded troll with interests in moving motor machines and carries the ability to fix and/or construct them; or maybe just other trolls in general. You're pretty empty in terms of quadrants, and friends.
You may or may not also take up part time dancing lessons.
Just throwing that out there.
Your specibi is Saikind, a weapon insistently pushed onto you, they say these kind of things are elegant, but, really, are they?
Your trolltag is queenstonIcarus and you MAkE YUR LeTTeRS STRAI[/HT AN|] SLI<k
Her hex code is #D51B85 By the way.
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>Be the arrogant asshole
Your name is CIRRIN PELAGI, and you are quite the arrogant asshole.
Being a sea dweller, you love to SWIM. In your mind, you were revered as being the best there is, but you messed your leg up during a fight with a fellow highblood, so you're swimming has slowed, and when you're on land you walk with a cane. You also like writing all kinds of STORIES, especially those regarding MEDIEVAL ROYALTY. Your stories tend to be about the dashing King Nirric of Assholedian, who gets all the troll ladies. You enjoy playing a good game CHESS, but you aren't as good as you think you are.
Your OCTOPUS LUSUS is... well, he's there alright. You really don't have much to say about him.
Your troll tag is submergingMollusc and you cpeak with what coundc like a licp!
When you enter the medium you will be the THANE OF FEAR and reside in THE LAND OF STEEL AND RAIN.
>Be the Dreamer
Your name is DIEVOS TEMPOS and you've spent your entire life chasing a shadow.
You have a variety of interests, including ROLEPLAYING, FIGHTING, HISTORY, and MUSIC. You haven't been to your hive in sweeps, but you are always moving around. Your lusus, a Giant Burrowing Owl, is always beside you. Wherever you spend the night is home, as long as you have a shelter and your trusty guitar... and you don't need to worry about recuperacoons because you never sleep! Ever.
Your long treks across the Alternian countryside have a very specific purpose. You are searching for a certain troll. You don't know much about him... just his name and his symbol. But he helped raise you for the first 3 sweeps of your life. He helped your lusus find a solution for your insomnia, and he helped teach you how to fight. Then... he vanished. You never forgot him, and the day you turned five sweeps you left your hive to go find him. You've been searching for 3 sweeps now... every day you get a bit closer to understanding what happened that day.
You are unusually kind for a troll, but consider violence to not be particularly mean. In fact, a good brawl is often an excellent way to break the ice and get to know a stranger. You used to FLARP to deal with your violent urges, but after an UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT left you completely deaf, you stopped. Games for Girls, and all that... you also completely dropped off the fucking map afterwards. You haven't spoken to anyone in at least a sweep, but you've started dipping into the social scene again lately.
You have... two psychic powers. You aren't much a fan of either one though. The first is the reason you never sleep. Most trolls have nightmares of bloodshed and pain... you see the future. The problem being, the visions tend to blur in with the bloodshed and pain, so you can't always tell what is a vision of the future and what is just a nightmare. This makes you very hesitant to make friends, because you know you'll see them die ten thousand times if you ever sleep.
The other psychic power was recently developed. You can see and feel music when it's being played... especially your own music. You love playing your guitar. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
Your Strife Specibus is GUITARKIND, in which you keep your carefully modified BASS GUITAR. This thing is your baby, custom built from the ground up. You'd never let anyone else touch her... except Yerkir. He's good with machines. Your Sylladex uses the RHYTHM MODUS, which requires you to play a six note sequence to retrieve an item.
Your Trolltag is inexplicableSigns and YoU TrY T-O KeeP YouR WordS BalanceD.
Enter name > Dudley Dwight
TRY AGAIN, SMARTASS- wait, what do you mean that's his real name? Are you serious?
Your name is DUDLEY DWIGHT.
You are proud of your VERY EXOTIC AND ARISTOCRATIC NAME. A lot of things about you are EXOTIC AND ARISTOCRATIC, including your INTERESTS. You enjoy the timeless, dignified activity of ALTERNIAN SLAM POETRY. You also do a little PAINTING, mostly of NUDE MUSCLEBEAST PORTRAITS. You find yourself using your AQUATIC MUSCLEBEAST LUSUS, EDGAR, as the subject of these paintings. He is a creature to be proud of, a true pinnacle of ALTERNIAN BESTIARY. You are an avid fan of SWORD FIGHTING despite being ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT IT. You have a BLADEKIND ABSTRATUS, but you prefer to wear your elegant blades on your belt instead of your strife portfolio.
As you are so high up the hemospectrum and have rarely set foot on land, you have not had much contact with lesser bloods. However, you do not resent them. On the contrary, you find land dwellers RATHER FASCINATING. While in no way do you wish to be one of them, you JUMP AT THE CHANCE to commune with them, especially the ones with PSYCHIC ABILITIES. You feel that they should be FLATTERED that a NOBLE OF YOUR STANDING wants to enjoy their company. You tend to treat them like MENAGERIE BEASTS; while you would never hurt a low blood, you wouldn't allow them to dine at the same table as you. Can you IMAGINE THE SCANDAL?
Your trolltag is megalodonsDignitary and your ~ words tend to flow with the motion of the ocean ~
What will you do?
Dudley: Equip arms and paint a beautiful musclebeast nude
Random Forum Goers: Be first stupid fantroll of many.
Name :: Ermina Budhaa
Symbol :: planetary symbol for mercury
Trolltag - Color :: alacritousGallus - #FF8A00
Quirk :: Makes many chicken-based puns and obscenities
Age :: probably around 7-8 sweeps
Interests :: forks, coins
Personality :: boisterous
Lusus :: Cyllene, enormous tortoise with rooster's head/wings/tail
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You are Kimiko Rai Hwi Obü. You are a self declared TROLLTAKU, because you're an edgy outsider who no one understands you don't totally comprehend the language of the culture you seek to emulate. You enjoy the cultural exports of the former EASTERN EMPIRE because it's like, so much better than everything else you got bored of local stuff. You are an avid ARTIST, with hundreds of a few watchers on TROLLVIANT ART, where you post all your OCs (original creation copyright DO NOT STEAL). Your area of expertise is you dabble in ROBOTICS, though the extent of your experience is basic TROLLDUINO and HACKING ROOMBAs. You picked the trolltag desuRoboticist just for the shorthandle DR, and insist on being called Doctor. ʇǝuɐןd ǝɥʇ ɟo ǝpıs ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ uo ǝɹ,noʎ ǝʞıן ʇxǝʇ ɹnoʎ ʇuǝıɹo noʎ \B].
>Fondly Regard Specibus
Your strife specibus has long been set to xBladeKind, a fitting abstrata for a warrior such as yourself. You use it to hold your collection of ANCIENT EXOTIC BLADES, which you obtained at great personal expense from countless dungeons and untamed frontiers the Mallstem. Though this is much more that a simple blade. This is your weapon of choice, the same kind used thousands of sweeps ago by the now legendary NINJURAI. It is an elegant weapon, from a more civilised era Troll Ice Imports.
>fade to ........ blapck
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> Be the emo troll.
She replies that she is not emo; she is merely a loner. But still more of a loner than others.
Anyway, you are now CHASMA INVISO (Don't worry too much about the pronunciation. It can have both a 'k' and a 'ch' sound). You are a 7.5 sweep-old JADE-BLOOD. You are also an ACCIDENT. Well, maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Either way, you like to think that. You don't like being around other trolls. The only exception is your BROTHER. But more on him later. You'd rather not talk about family right now. Well, he technically IS family, considering you have the same troll parents (for lack of a better word). So, yeah. Later. And since he probably already told you about your parents, you see no need to talk about it again.
You have a few interests. DISRESPECT towards JADE-BLOOD TRADITIONS is one thing. You seriously don't like the way jade-bloods like FASHION. Ok, so maybe you have a WARDROBIFIER, but you don't use it. Ok, so maybe you wear ACCESSORIES, but that's it. Anyone can wear accessories. You also like DAYTIME. You think that's pretty much the only good thing about being a jade-blood. Another one of your interests is the color GRAY. It's really the only color you wear. You even have a special dye that you used to recolor your horns into shades of gray. It also serves as a good way to HIDE your JADE BLOOD. Or at least it did before... No. You refuse to say how it happened. The only way that will happen is if you slip up. Or if your LUSUS does. Which reminds you about your lusus. It is called a DEMON WALL. Just like that INESCAPABLE MONSTER in your FAVORITE VIDEO GAME SERIES. You forgot what it was called, but it was nice. You don't get why GAMEGRUB gives it bad reviews, though...
"Whoops, you're trailing off again. Better let me handle your backstory." Argh, you sometimes hate it when your lusus does the talking for you. You decide to let HER do the talking for now. You need an excuse to be alone for now.
"OK, since my little troll is out, I'll do the rest of the exposition. The story is that she was alone ever since grubhood. Poor girl, always had the short end of the stick. She was never talked to by any of the wigglers. Those that did want to talk to her were either DOUCHEBAGS with only QUADRANTS in mind, or were too unsure of her. So their messages were delivered by her bro, Pan, who was a great pantomime, no pun intended. He, of course, had no idea this talent existed. But enough about him. She built her hive underground, right below Pan's. This is how solitary she was. Only two people have ever managed to talk to her face to face, and they were some of the aforementioned DOUCHEBAGS. Pan was knocked out by them, leaving Cha (her nickname) alone to fight them off. They were 8 sweep-old blue-bloods trying to get a 4 sweep-old in the buckets with 'em. They never knew what hit 'em. Shortly after they entered, she... Well, it involved a giant KEY modeled after her HORNS and their brutal, complicated deaths. They died as if a purple-blood killed them. Obviously, the news spread over day, because these were BLUE-BLOODS that died. After the news spread, she had YET ANOTHER REASON to be alone. No one ever came into their house since. At least, not to talk to her. And, if you're wondering, no, she doesn't regret being alone. She has her brother, and that's all that matters to her. Regretting your life of solitude is a stereotype and I am offended that you would think that way. Yeah, you, in front of the computer screen. This is getting too long. I'll leave with one note. She only uses Trollian in emergencies. Her trolltag is unilateralStray, and she builds|walls|around|her|words/
Oh, before I forget, she played FLARP before. The result was the scar on her head and the subsequent ambush on her house."
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Since I can't edit posts in locked threads and I can edit wikipages, I think I'm gonna stick to the ol' post there, link here method. This time, a redblood!
honestGrifter is on Pesterchum. Talk to her. Click the picture for a wiki link.
Name: Verise Annans
Age: 7 sweeps
Quirk: Short sentences. Dodges personal questions.
Fetch Modus: Deception
Strife Specibus: Coinkind
Lusus: Horrifying coyote-spider thing
Dream: Not getting culled
Motto: Survival is priority one.
>Be the wannabe Super Villain
Is that even a thing for trolls?
>Just do it
Your name is SILEUS ANDREN and you are pretty despicable.
It is your fondest dream to overthrow the emperess in a violent Coup. You won't do this in order to set up any sort of DEMOCRACY or utopia, but to become an even more totallitarian DICTATOR than she ever was. You plan on doing this by amassing a HUGE ARMY OF MINDLESS FOLLOWERS, too bad that you're not charismatic.
You have also opted for BLOOD ANONYMITY, which many would consider odd due to your ambitions, but you did this to prove that you could lead without relying on BLOOD COLOR. It is not because you are a low blood, not at all.
You use the AUTHORITY MODUS, meaning that you have to demand that you get what item you want. Due to your lack of charisma it takes a while, but you consider it good practice. You have allocated your strife specibus to CANEKIND and you tell anyone that asks that the cane makes you look IMPORTANT, and anyone that thinks they see you using it to support yourself is MISTAKEN.
Your hive is basically an impenatrable fortess, which is good considering that you make MORE ENEMIES THAN FRIENDS. Among its contents are the prototypes for several WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION that you have invented and may eventually use to hold the empire hostage. Not now though, as they are far from perfect.
Your trolltag is despicableNonpareil and you START off your sentances strong, and never let anyone get a word in edgewise-
>Be the Cynic
Your name is TRASOR VALDEM and you prefer to be called a realist thank you very much.
You are something of an anomaly, worshipping the hemospectrum despite being lower than everybody else. As such, you act very humble and weak around ANYONE HIGHER THAN YOU, which is everyone. If you were to find someone lower, like, say, a mutant blood, then you would revel in your higher position, DOMINATING them as best as you can.
Personality wise you see the world through JADE COLORED GLASSES, exagerating the negative in every situation. You are also a bit ABRASIVE, grating on everyone's nerves with your very presence, as such, you don't have many friends, and only your Morrail can stand to be around you for very long.
You use the APATHY MODUS, meaning that you only get the items you don't care about. This is very frustrating for you and you hate your modus very much. You have set your strife specibus to BRASSKNUCKLEKIND, because you like to get up close and personal when you fight, which you end up doing quite a bit do to your abrasive, and COCKY, nature.
You live on the BOTTOM FLOOR of your communal hivestem, beffiting your status. Your walls are covered with posters of various famous highbloods, but if someone were to reverse them, they might find that you have something of a passion for MOTORCYCLES, but could never, ever, afford one. The only person who has seen these though would be your morrail, and that's because she's always hanging out in your hive, always.
Your trolltag is realisticNitency and you <quote> speak inn a mmanner that is rather mmeek annd detached </quote>
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sig quotes I guess? (one of them)
And here's my trolls with no pictures as of yet.
> Be the creepy Doctor
> Be the subjugglator that actually WORKS
> Be the crazy religious fanatic who ISN'T a subjugglator
> Be the... experiment
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==>Be the cranky mercenary.
You are now ROZMAR KRÁSKA. You are 9 SWEEPS OLD, and you are a RUSTBLOOD. Of course, you don't tell anyone that. That might detract from the amount of CUSTOMERS you get. So until you are hired by someone, you keep your RUSTBLOOD a secret.
About SECRECY, you actually tend to keep EVERYTHING a secret unless you're EMPLOYED. That means you'll tell someone ALL ABOUT YOURSELF, if they're willing to pay the FEE. This is kind of CHEAP, but you've got to make a LIVING somehow, right? You tend to keep major SECRECY about your NAME, BLOODCOLOR, HOBBIES, and PSYCHIC POWERS. And speaking of HIRING, you're a MERCENARY. So the SECRECY isn't all that IMPRACTICAL. You serve as a BODYGUARD, ARTIFACT-LOCATOR, anything you can REALLY THINK OF, except ASSASSINATION. You do NOT do ASSASSINATIONS.
You have the minor PSYCHIC POWER of CENTRIFUGAL FORCE. This means you can MAKE SHIT SPIN. You're able to make your CEILING FANS spin QUITE EASILY with this, which is why you chose them as your STRIFE SPECIBUS. At first glance, CEILIFANKIND isn't the most practical STRIFE SPECIBUS. You beg to differ. When a COPPER CEILING FAN is whirring at you at DEAFENING SPEEDS, though, maybe your sense of PRACTICALITY might be a little bit SKEWED. You always keep your CEILING FAN over your shoulder. One, because it looks FUCKING AWESOME. Two, because people have attempted to AGGRESS you for no good reason beforehand, and it takes a bit of PREPERATION before getting your CEILING FAN spinning to AGGRESS the person back. Therefore, you carry it on your shoulder at ALL POSSIBLE TIMES.
Your views on the HEMOSPECTRUM are SKEWED. You'll respect any bloodcolor, be it HIGH or LOW, as long as they PAY THE FUCK UP for your SERVICES. If you get AGGRESSED for any reason concerning your RUSTBLOOD, it's hard for you not to hold a GRUDGE. But of course, again, with a little COMPENSATION, all behavior can be FORGIVEN.
Moving onto your HOBBIES, you enjoy COLLECTING INFORMATION about people by generally being a CREEPY LONER. This involves alot of STARING. You like to collect CEILING FANS as your STRIFE SPECIBUS pertains to. You also like to SPIN SHIT with your USELESS PSYCHIC POWERS. Other than that, you just enjoy being a MERCENARY. Living life, getting money, honestly, you RAKE THAT DOUGH IN.
Your HIVE is located somewhere in the ALTERNIAN GRASSLANDS. It's really in NO PLACE SPECIAL, as you live next to a few other trolls as well. You don't go back there quite often, though. You prefer TRAVELLING and doing MERCENARY work, then just hitching a ride WHEREVER. You don't really sleep in SOPOR SLIME anyway.
Speaking of SOPOR SLIME, you are deathly ALLERGIC to it. If it touches your skin, you break out in a COLD SWEAT, and your EYES begin to swell. Then, your TONGUE begins to enflate. This just helps with your SPEECH IMPEDIMENT so much. Normally, a troll accustomed to SOPOR SLIME would have serious NIGHTMARES without it... and... you, you d- fuck it yes you do. Every night you go to bed is a LIVING FUCKING NIGHTMARE, which is why you look so ANGRY and DISTRESSED all the time.
Onto the next SUBJECT, your LUSUS is a CANINEGROWLBEAST. You were on GREAT TERMS when you were about 6 SWEEPS OLD, but that's not the case anymore. After pursuing your CAREER, you began to travel a hell of alot. Which means you don't really see her anymore. But you're pretty sure she's still alive, as she's got the fucking INCISORS OF A CANINEBEAST, and the DEMEANOR OF A GROWLBEAST. She's pretty fucking VICIOUS.
Your FETCH MODUS is ROULETTE. Depending on how many ITEMS are in your FETCH MODUS, it can be EASIER or HARDER to get an item. Each ITEM has a section of the ROULETTE MODUS WHEEL that is equal to every other section in SIZE. The more ITEMS that are CAPTCHALOGGED, the more of a chance you have of getting an ITEM you didn't WANT. It's a PRETTY SHITTY MODUS.
If you were to play SBURB, your title would be the HUNTER OF MIND and your land would be the LAND OF BREEZE AND SPIKES. Your CONSORTS would be WALRUSES.
Your trolltag is cachedZephyr, and you Tend to have a bit of a CHpeeCH impediment, but you're alwayCH a bit wordy anyway.
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You are Nickel Andime and you are probably not that interesting but you aren't that boring either. You are not really the most friendly of trolls, but you are one of the most happiest. There is sort of a huge difference, okay? You like people-watching, because you like examining their social habits and dissecting what that says about their psyche though you are sort horrendous at it. You also like climbing, be it mountains, stairs, trees, walls, or maybe some really tall guy. It's sort of amusing. You happen to live up in the mountains, making you pretty damn happy. You also enjoy going through caves, but you never go too far or your lusus, a sand cat, gets really pissy. You go down to the river at the foot of the mountain to fish for food for you and your lusus. Sometimes you accidentally get a seadweller but hey. More food for you and your tiny lusus. Gosh he's so small, yet he eats so much!
You have a very ordinary blood color. If it were a shade or two greener you would be a jade blood but that sounds boring. You aspire to be a commander in the Alternian military, though you have a long way to go. It's okay though, you still want to enjoy the time before the draft. Romance is not your particular interest, so you do not often pay attention. As far as you're concerned, if the drones can never find you, they can't come for you, and you know caves very, very well. And once you become a commander, you are sure that trolls will drape themselves off of you so even then you feel you will not need to worry.
Your trolltag is desertQuarter and you aren't that into money but $ometime$ you give off the impre$$ion.
Your name is Traume Toivoa
You are 5 sweeps, you occupy yourself with reading about REGULATION and LAWS, THE OCCULT and VARIOUS SUBJECTS PERTAINING THE DARK NATURE OF THE SUPER NATURAL. Why? A book you found in an old hive you basically squatted in titled 'HOW TO REGULATE WHEN HALF THE POPULATION IS STRONGER AND WEAKER THAN YOU' talks about various super natural enemies one might encounter while being a regulator. Finding the notions very amusing you have also elected to play video games of such, such as HIVESLEVANIA, RESIDENCE EVIL, SILENT HIVESTEM and your favourite FIRST ENCOUNTER ASSAULT REPROACH, a popular military game where you assume the role of a low blood and his encounter with alien beings of terrifying ability. You particularly liked AMNESIA DARK DECENT INTO MADNESS WHERE YOU GIVE YOURSELF AMNESIA IN ORDER TO HELP YOURSELF TO FIND A CERTAIN PERSON AND MURDER HIM BECAUSE OF SOMETHING HE DID TO YOU WHILE YOU HAD YOUR MEMORIES
Your hive is giant ancient tree in the middle of the forest. You have an unexplainable nature of taking care of this tree, to you it is the perfect hive as you enjoy HUNTING. As you bring beasts home to gut and clean you get blood all over yourself. This doesn't bother you much, sometimes you kill a bunch at a time getting a rainbow of colors all over your body. With such an assortment of colors collected from the hunt you process them into crayons and DRAW ART with them. Also as result of bringing home so many dead beasts you invest time in converting various beast hides into costumes of your favorite heroes and villains from books, games, and comics.
Your trolltag is errantSprite and you are always speaking softly without contracting your words at all
Age: 5 sweeps
color code: #009C56 g156 b86
Strife Specibus: axeKind (Tomahawk)
Fetch Modus: Colormatch Modus
Symbol: A dream catcher
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Be the troll coolkid.
Your name is JACK COOLIO, except it's not; you just like to pretend it is.
Luckily, everyone knows you by that name, except your REALLY EMBARRASSING LUSUS, a retired IMPERIAL DRONE, who REFERS TO YOU BY THAT NAME ANYWAY.
Living with your lusus is HIGHLY EMBARRASSING, yet sometimes it is THE ONLY THING YOU TALK ABOUT.
The most embarrassing thing about it is that he leaves UNUSED FILIAL PAILS lying around your HIVE, which renders you UNABLE TO INVITE FRIENDS OVER.
People's reactions to you range from COMPLETE ADORATION to WHO THE HELL IS THIS ARROGANT JACKASS, which is something your lusus approves of strongly, as it will likely allow you to FILL IT, BOTHWAYS.
Your trolltag is jackCool and your keyboard is sticky for some reasonnnnn.
((posting on thekindle instead of a computer, will likely doctor this up a little later))
Your name is Elliel Dracon and you are four sweeps old, which makes you still a wriggler. You are also a greenblood, which you puts you in the middle of the homospectrum, which you don't mind at all. You live in a somewhat moderate sized hive, which is surrounded by many plains with some forest close by.
You have a couple of different interest, one of them being building things. To do this you use both your hammerkind and your flailkind, which when you aren't swinging acts as a mace. You've started to think about into getting into both flarping and hunting, though you aren't too sure if you wish to flarp yet. You also like playing tricks on people, a few pranks didn't harm anyone.
Because of your pranks some trolls find you to be a troublemaker, though you don't see it that way. Everything doesn't have to be in complete order for society to be maintained, you take that example straight from your lusus, which is a Chimerabeast. Your lusus is made up of so many different creatures but it's still so high functioning, it's taught you many things, though it can get annoying when trying to teach you etiquette.
Your trolltag is rebelliousRuffian and You falk wifh a sorf of weird speech sometimes vecause of your teeth. You use the build'em up fetch modus, in which you must stack the items in your modus with the one you wish to get at the top of the stack, you find it to be a fun little game. If you played sburb/sgrub you'd be the Knight of Chaos and your land would be the land of heights and waves.
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EB Sprite made by Steev, OOC Handle: imaginitiveNarcoleptic
>Be the Subjugglatrix.
*SLICE* No. *CHOP*
>Be the Animal Slaughterer.
*TORTURE* Close. *DICE*
>Be the Queen Bee at her school that stuffs Schoolboy corpses into the Janitor's closet.
*BITE* Much, much better. *CLAW*
Reaper of Torture
Land of Clowns and Angels
Your name is CARNIFICES DIVAL.
You are the SUBJUGGLATRIX, and you love to do SUBJUGGLATOR STUFF. As known as SLAUGHTERING ANIMALS and taking ADVANTAGE OF THEIR ANIMAL FUR. What's worst is that they are more like PRIZED, SOFT FUR that WARMS you than CREATURES. You KILL them, SKIN them, turn them into SOFT CLOTHING sold to HIGH BLOODS, and then repeat. You love to think ANIMALS as WALKING MATERIAL, walking right into your TRAP to DEATH. Even though you KILL CREATURES, sometimes you like to TAME and keep them as PETS to prove you're not a HEARTLESS BITCH.
You like ALOT of common things, you guess. KILLING, DISSECTING, and many other NORMAL things. But the thing you DO love is being the QUEEN BEE at your SCHOOL. You get to rule over the PREPS, JOCKS, NERDS, etc etc. You also MURDER SCHOOLBOYS and SHOVE THEM in the JANITOR'S ROOM. Why? Well, as you were just a TYPICAL, AVERAGE student, you liked a BOY, POPULAR, SMART, and STRONG too. You can guess how that HAPPENED, REJECTED, culled him, culled every other BOY, HID EVIDENCE, nobody knows about it. Besides from that, you enjoy DECORATING your BARBIE DOLLS with GLITTER, WIGS, and DRESSES with STICKERS on it. You keep very good care of them, but if a LEG falls out, you FLIP THE FUCK OUT. No you can't DESCRIBE how much you RAGE when that happens.
Your CROWN hides your EYES, to show how PRIDEFUL you are. Can you see? No. How do you move? Who cares? You BELIEVE that everybody should BOW down to you. Anyone OPPOSES will LOSE their HEAD, get their neck SLIT, or possibly SERVE COMMUNITY SERVICE for FIVE YEARS. Do you care for the LOWBLOODS? Nope. Do you PRAISE the HIGHBLOODS? You think they're stupid FISHFACES. Basically you are a LONELY SUBJUGGLATRIX that feels no PITY.
Since you are a SUBJUGGLATRIX, this means you like to CULL right? Duh. You are EXPERIENCED in many TORTURE TECHNIQUES. This means STRETCHING, STABBING, but you like the IRON MAIDEN the most. You enjoy PAINTING PAINTINGS with your VICTIM'S BLOOD, making the complete REPLICA on how they've been TORTURED. Seriously, there's really NOTHING ELSE to use with it so why the HELL not? The MAKEUP is cool, gives you an EERIE and the "touch me and I bash" EXPRESSION. However, it tends to GET ONTO your BEAUTIFUL, RAVEN HAIR. You aren't ASHAMED, or do you REGRET it anyway. Violence always seems to SATISFY your STRESS. Also, HONK? What? What kind of LANGUAGE is this BULLSHIT? God being an INDIGO BLOOD is STRESSFUL.
Your LUSUS is a LARGE COFFIN. No not just a LARGE COFFIN, it mostly like a DOG judging by the BARKING and CLAWING on the COFFIN. You'd help him, but you're an ANIMAL SLAUGHTERER, so it won't really HELP anything.
Your STRIFE SPECIBI is BROKENGUILLOTINEKIND. You got the WHOLE BLADE, but not the DEVICE. You ENJOY SLICING people's HEADS off and PASTING them on the WALLS of your HIVE with. Clearly the ULTIMATE HOBBY. Your OTHER STRIFE SPECIBI is COATKIND, the COLLAR of it is a SLAIN FURBEAST that can REALLY PUNCH YOU OUT.
Your TROLLTAG is torturingGoddess and *BASH* You are feeling wonderfully violent~! *SLICE*
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
==>Be the boring dude.
Your name is INDRAN DUCERA, and you are normal. Okay? You're really, really NORMAL.
Let's go through the reasons why you're NORMAL, shall we? First off! You live in a wonderful little HIVESTEM in a huge city and it is pretty much impossible to tell which one is yours from the outside view. You dress solely in GREY, the only attempts you make at fashion being what your MOIRAIL tries to dress you in, and you keep your appearance completely low-key. Even your hair- something that a lot of trolls stylise- isn't remarkable at all. Your interests are completely generic, with COMPUTERS being a forte of yours; but even so, you've never made a POPULAR PROGRAM or anything else worth nothing. You could, if you wanted to, but you prefer to just POKE AROUND AIMLESSLY. You've decorated your HIVE in shades of grey, even going so far as to DYE THE GODDAMN SOPOR, and instead of typing in your blood you opt for a lovely hue of NO FUCKING SATURATION. Awesome! It's totally bland!! Just like you, and you're probably a red or a yellow blood, so why don't you FLOCK OFF and go examine some other tro-
yeah okay you're not fooling anyone.
...you're JADE. A rare as hell goddamn JADE BLOODED TROLL, a color so uncommon it warrants the protection of a virgin mother grub. Except you WRIGGLED OUT AT THE WRONG TIME and missed out on one of those, didn't you? You got SHAFTED with a fucking birdy feathery liony clawed thing that did a PISS POOR JOB at raising you, and an even worse job at protecting you. Why do you need to be protected? Oh shit, let's just go down the goddamn list, shall we? For one, apparently you can SURVIVE IN THE DAY. You fucking hate the day. In fact, you have a CRIPPLING FEAR OF THE SUN, and would honestly rather go kick a drone in the bone bulge than be forced into it's light. Being able to survive in the day means that EVERYONE WANTS YOU, from the Military itself to every band of criminal youths this side of Alternia, and you just can't deal with that type of attention, okay?!
So you've locked yourself in. You're PARANOID. Everyone thinks you have shit blood, and you're perfectly happy with that; what really flows through your veins is SO RARE that you could get away with ANYTHING, even going to parties below the water (because those aquatic scumsuckers know what potential you have, don't they) and walking around in the FANCIEST FASHIONS you could imagine. But you don't want that. You want a bland life, an unprivileged one, where nobody gives you a second glance and you can hang out with your HIVESTEM BUDDIES all you want. Most trolls in your living circumstances would call you MAD- in fact, you're pretty sure that you'd be booted out of your neighbourhood if they found out, or they'd try and MANIPULATE YOU to get their own means- but you like this simple life, and you like the COMRADERIE it brings. And if anyone tries to take it away from you, well, you never said you weren't PREPARED TO KILL.
Your trolltag is graniteLandfill and you risk giving your secrejt away wijth your quirk, you jtwijt.
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> Be the first troll of Team Insanity
You are ECHOLA RESONIT.
You are a BLIND troll GIRL. EIGHTS SWEEPS OLD and CYAN BLOODED.
That being said you are BLIND, EIGHT SWEEPS OLD AND CYAN BLOODED.
You were born with one blind eye. The second was burned when you were 2 SWEEPS OLD and turned blind too.
As you said, you burned one of your eyes ant it went blind. The second one was like that since you were born. You lost it around 2 SWEEPS.
You are a VERY STRANGE PERSON. That being said, you are VERY STRANGE.
You Repeat everything you HEAR, and REPRODUCE all the movements you see.
Of course, you already said that you REPEAT everything and IMITATE each movement.
How can you see? You have some kind of SIXTH SENSE. You can only see MOVING THINGS.
As mentioned earlier, you can only see MOVING OBJECTS. Like a SIXTH SENSE.
You also a very CALM person, you make an excellent MOIRAIL for angry people.
As said earlier, you are a very STABLE person, and thus you are a very good candidate for MOIRAILSHIP.
Your MODUS is SHAPE. You must picture the shape of what you want CLEARLY.
As you mentioned earlier, you must PICTURE the SHAPE of the ITEM you WANT.
I'm pretty sure EVERYONE knows that you said that your SPECIBUS is WINDOWKIND and that you sue WINDOWS AND MIRRORS.
Your handle is reverberationEchographic and You tend to repeat yourself.
Did i said that you tend to repeat yourself?