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

[whimsicalSentenial]

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You should resize this to the standard, having it that big is kind of an eyesore. Also, I was kind of expecting the horns/spines to be a bit more uniform from the picture you drew up for him.

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Eyes should be lower. There's a guide on the first page for hair/eye/mouth placement.

[rainbowAdversary]

===> Be the snowy troll

if that’s what you want.



Your name is FENRIR APATIA, and you are a teal blood of 8 solar sweeps. You live in the northern icy mountains with your ARCTIC HARE lusus.

You don’t have a lot of interests, but one would be your COMPUTER. You have a variety of them, including brand new husktops. No one knows why you would need so many, but you consider yourself an AVID COLLECTOR. You don’t know a lot of code, but spending all your time online makes you a computer specialist, right?

Along with your computers, you also put a lot of time into being COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY APATHETIC and EMOTIONALLY FRIGID. Why would you care how other people feel? It is completely irrelevant to you, and you hope people understand that.

You like the SNOW and tend to avoid all things FIREY and HOT. Actually, you just hate all things RED. Because red is reminiscent of heat. And have you mentioned that you hate hot things?

Despite being useful for close combat, your GLOVEKIND strife specibus is also useful for keeping your hands warm in cold weather.

When you enter the game of Sgrub, you will find yourself in the LAND OF FOG AND SNOWFLAKES (LoFaS), and you will be the SCOUT OF TIME.

Your Trollian handle is matrixIntolerant and when you type, you like t* be reminiscent *f the weatherrr y*u arrre s* f*nd *f by typing like it's rrreally c*ld *ut. y*u als* have a thing against capital letterrrs.

[llamamiah]

>Be the one who can see sound.

o)) Heheh O)K! ((o



Your name is KLEPEN BOUSHI.

You have been blessed (Or is it cursed?) in one eye with VISION SOUNDFOLD. With this, you see normally through one eye, but the other eye SEES SOUND. This allows you to tell the exact volume of any noise, the exact point it came from, and QUITE A FEW OTHER THINGS. This has made you an EXPERT at TRACKING. However, ANY NOISE STANDS OUT TO YOU, so you are CONSTANTLY SEEING WAVES AND PULSES, which is REALLY ANNOYING.

But onto your INTERESTS! You really, really, REALLY, like MUSIC. You listen to EVERY GENRE, from JAZZ to SKA PUNK to EMO to HEAVY METAL to POP to RAP to AFROBEAT to ACID ROCK to DEATHGRIND to PRETTY MUCH FUCKING EVERYTHING. Most of your HIVEPARTMENTS is FILLED WITH CDS and VARIOUS OTHER MUSIC DEVICES.

Another INTEREST of yours is INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT VIDEO GAMES, and I MUST BECOME THE GUY is one of your FAVORITE GAMES OF ALL TIME. You have an entire block DEDICATED TO IMBTG. You've played it and it's various fangames DOZENS OF TIMES, and a small section of your IMBTG block is dedicated to I MUST BECOME THE FANGAME.

Your FETCH MODUS is the MUSIC LOCK MODUS, where each card is assigned a GENRE OF MUSIC, and you must hear that genre to retrieve an item in that card. Your SPECIBUS is MICROPHONEKIND, which you use to wallop foes! You also have APPLEKIND, but you insist that they're actuallu GIANT CHERRIES.

You live in a HIVESTEM in a BIG CITY, and you were allowed THREE HIVEPARTMENTS because you're on the UPPER END of YELLOW.

Your LUSUS is a CROCODILE WITH AMPS BUILT INTO ITS BACK. Crocsis is amazing.

On Trollian, your TROLLTAG is sonarImpossibility, o)) And yO)u make l(Ots O)f s(Oundwaves when yO)u talk! ((o

In SGRUB, you will become the DUCHESS OF DIFFICULTY in the LAND OF NOISE AND PLATFORMS, with NEWTS as your CONSORTS.

Also, your SYMBOL is the word for SPEECH in a strange SYLLABARY LANGUAGE.

[Gunge]

llama's awesome troll

That is AWESOME -is totally looking at every single troll that passes through here, btw. Loving them! -

[llamamiah]

Haha, thank you very much. I didn't think it was that great, but it makes me happy to know someone likes my Troll. =)

[gildedPeanut]

Well she must be great because I've apparently made a more or less exact copy of her last week without even realizing it.

Crossposting from Lairenclosed - A Homestuck Tabletop RPG Session:

Your name is SELAH EUTERPE. You live near an old, dormant VOLCANO in a cold, remote mountain range. Because of your remoteness, you don't have many personal friends and, as a result, you DON'T CARE MUCH for the hemospectrum despite your relatively high place in it. A few people you've met over the TROLL INTERNET are much more adamant about it than you, bugging you to no end and leading you to develop the MOTTO "Hate the troll, not the blood".

You tend to find beauty in simplicity, evident in your choice of KIND ABSTRATUS: Macekind. Your preferred weapon is nothing but a solid metal ball on a haft, yet can still easily compete in effectiveness with far more exotic meleekind Abstrati, such as Sicklekind and Clawkind. It has no spikes or fancy blades and nothing that really needs any sort of maintaining, but it still kills just as quick, and as a bonus it makes such a satisfying SOUND when it does.

Speaking of SOUND, one of your interests is the obscure art of MUSIC. Very few trolls pay attention to the idea that sound can be pleasing, but when you grow up in an area known for its DEAD SILENCE, any sort of sound can be pleasing. Your RESPITEBLOCK is cluttered with various IMPLEMENTS OF HARMONIOUS COMPOSITION, and you've made sure to play each and every one of them at least once (even though you suck at playing most of them). Your favorite by far, however, is your BEAST BONE STRIKECHIME, or as the highbloods would call it, a XYLOPHONE. Unfortunately, this instrument is far too large to carry around in any sort of convenient manner, so when you need your music fix on the go, you break out your HANDHELD SINEW INSTRUMENT, or LYRE. You have considered getting one of your friends to build a set of HUGE SPEAKERS for your room, but since the stuff he builds RARELY WORKS, you've decided against it for the moment.

You have a tiny FEATHERBEAST for a lusus, the specific species of which is often referred to as a SKYLARK (from which the (in)famous Pupa Pan draws his title of Boy Skylark). Among your few friends, you are known for your aloof, yet straightforward and non-confrontational manner. Despite your aloofness, you are quite attached to those you consider friends.

Your Trolltag is guardianTroubadour and d~you speak in a singsong-y voice, emphasizing your point with...a beat~d

She is 6 sweeps old, and in her session of SGRUB, she is known as the Knight of Space. While she hasn't entered the Medium yet, we're pretty sure her land has something to do with frogs.

Also, I am severely tempted to slap some cool shades on her lusus, just so I can call it Birdbro.

[Katrika]

I'd love to do PC chats with her!

Your name is FERESA TILIKU, and you’re kind of strange. For one thing, you don’t really have a HIVE. Well, you do. You just never use it. Your GRINFISH lusus and her POD are always on the move, with you maybe looping back to your hive ONCE A SWEEP. This, of course, means you’ve only been there about SEVEN times. As such, you travel light, wearing only a swimsuit and packing your sylladex with RECUPERACOONS. You dye the tips of your hair the color of your blood, because you think it’s PRETTY. You hardly ever leave the water, and have few real hobbies.

Well, that’s not quite true. You have an unhealthy obsession with GOLD that borders on a MENTAL ILLNESS. You just adore it SO VERY MUCH. You want any gold you see, even though it’s too heavy to carry with you all the time. As such, you’ve BURIED HIDDEN STASHES OF GOLD on various beaches, obsessively checking on them. Your eventual goal is to horde enough gold to COMPLETELY COAT YOUR RATHER EXPANSIVE HIVE with it. You wear as much gold as you can and still swim properly, including golden EARRINGS, FIN STUDS, ANKLETS, a HEADBAND, and GOGGLE FRAMES. You will do almost anything for gold, including CULL.

Troll morality is a complicated thing, true, so it’s good that YOU AREN’T WORRIED BY IT. You see, your lusus is far more worried with important things like PLAY then petty things like MORALS, so she simply didn’t teach you about them. As such, you do rather excessively cruel things with the same CHILDLIKE INNOCENCE that you do things like PLAY IN THE SEAWEED or RACE YOUR LUSUS. You do most things on a whim, which leads to people you meet ending up having ACCIDENTS. But you most certainly didn’t have anything to do with those!

Your trolltag is boisterousCetacean and you have the ten’den’cy to in’clude clicks when you talk or type.

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Weapon: Chakram
Name meanings: First Last
Lusus: Dolphin, more specifically Pygmy Killer Whale
Age: 7 Sweeps
Symbol: One of many alchemical symbols for gold.

[Tluthal]

> Be the fairy.

*fairies aren't real*

> Fine, be the winged troll.

*if y()u insist*

Your name is Trifena Llancamil and you are 7 sweeps old. You also have a pair of very annoying VESTIGIAL WINGS. Most trolls can't be bothered to find out more about you, and that's just the way you like it. The fewer trolls paying attention to your REDBLOODED FLIGHTY ARSE the better.

You do, however, have some interests - READING, EXPLORING, GAMES, and COOKING especially. You, much like your moirail, have an insatiable curiosity and love of FRILLY DRESSES. Sure, you're an odd pair, but lowbloods gotta stick together. You are particularly SWEET-NATURED, though you are not in the least afraid to fight. Your hive is located near an ancient LIBRARY you and a couple friends dug up, which holds some of the keys to your SBURB SESSION.

Your trolltag is insignificantMembrane and you *enj()y meeting new tr()lls!*

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WIKI PAGE
Name: Trifena Llancamil

Trolltag: insignificantMembrane

Blood Caste: #400909 / 64, 9, 9

Sylladex: Chess Modus

Strife Specibus: Bookkind

Symbol: Stylized Wings

Land: Zephyr and Despair

Title: Heir of Shadows

Dream self: Prospit

Morail: Cacao Azure

[Remus Living]

==> Be the Spiffy One.
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Your NAME is Freskul VanHallen. You're actually NOT VERY NEAT and the only tidy thing about you is your FASHION and HATE OF DIRT. Teal Blood runs through your veins and you act as if you're of superiority even though you're only a tad past halfway up the hemospectrum. Oddly enough you're able to lift things telekineticly, but always bring up a headache.

You were picked up by a CARING ANTELOPE lusus and were raised as an HERBIVORE although you tend to sneak animal sustenance every so often. Hope you don't get caught. You've been PUNISHED before by your lusus and almost died. Who can cure CRAVINGS? Your hive sits behind a MASSIVE bridge crossing an underground stream. Yes, your hive is underneath a large expanse of meadow.

Your interests include a variety of things that would normally bore any others. You have a fondness for CAPTURING memories and writing things in your trusty journal. PICTURES, thoughts, and the OCCASIONAL OBJECT gets placed in there.

You're a fan of PLAYING POKER and betting on the stakes so there's no reason that your strife specibus shouldn't be the CARDKIND. Depending on the card drawn, the power of your attack varies. Ace is the strongest, 2 is lowest in power levels. The face cards each release a weapon. King= Sword, Jack= Stave, Queen= Wand.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to MESSENGER BAG. Each item logged is set to a pocket based on size. Thankfully you're NOTIFIED before you make a MISTAKE and all your items go everywhere.

You Sspeak In a Manner That Sshows a Fondness For Capitalization And The Use of Large Words. Your trolltag is intelligentGambler

[Todd Ingram]

>Be the socially awkward troll.




(will have 3/4 shot later)'(edit: oh god this is shitty look at that crust somebody fix this.

Your name is Gortum Puysks.

You are a rather shy troll, only growing up with a few friends. You were a constant target for bullies as a youth, and the experience still lingers. You are a bit socially awkward, but are aware of this, so you usually try to avoid as much contact with other trolls as possible, lest you subject them to your awkwardness. You are very kind, however, you value all life regardless of how many spitballs said life form could have spit at you.

You are a middle-class troll. You have a comfortable home, nothing fancy. You view the lower classes as equals to you, in a way. You often pay visits to the elderly in the slums, bringing food and performing

You love performing. Ever since you were a grub you developed a taste for the theater. You have appeared in various musical productions such as Pupa Pan and Beauty and the Horsaroni. Whenever you are onstage, you feel like you mean something, like you are an amazing person and you can change the world. BUt of course it is a fleeting feeling. You are a useless waste of carbon (Note: You are humble. You are actually a Broadway-worthy performer but refuse to believe it.)

Along with the arts you have a variety of other interests. You enjoy ACADEMICS, and often spend your time doing extra credit work for various projects. You like to play VIDEO GAMES, as long as they don't have blood or extreme weaponry. You are an amateur CHALK ARTIST, but can't draw for shit. Your desk is littered with folded-up papers with IDEAS that occur to you, only to be realized later as incredibly stupid. You also have an affinity for THE NUMBER 2, and this is implemented into most of your life.

Most people who bullied you in the past now view you as little more than an annoyance, and do not even want to take the time to pick on you. However, your friends (of which are far and few) see you as a wonderful, caring person. Whenever they feel sad or confused, a nice chat with you usually makes them feel better. Any attempted contact with people who aren't your friends is strictly avoided (Again, being humble, your ridiculously high but rarely used CHARISMA would solve this problem in a flash, but you are simply too much of a coward.)

You don't have much of a fashion sense. You just throw on whatever. The symbol on your shirt is one you crafted yourself. It doesn't really mean anything, just a few scribbles.

Stature-wise you are not much to look at. You are not fat or out of shape, but you are no sports star. You are insignificantly below average. You eat healthy, but are too occupied with your lifestyle that you never seem to find the correct time to start a daily exercise regimen.

Combat-wise, however, is quite different. With your significant AGILITY score, you are adept at dodging enemy attacks. Doing damage straight out is not your specialty, but you can pinpoint exactly when the opponent will be most vulnerable and strike while ducking out of the way. You play a lot of BOXING GAMES.

You hope someday to be important.


Name: Gortum Puysks (like "poise-ks")
Trolltag: shysterNoodlegrease
Quirk: normal lowercase after fighting a dragon and zooming up the confidencecheladder


Age: 6 sweeps
Likes: Academics, brooding, theatre, singing, drawing
Dislikes: Bullies, sports, loud noises, anger,
Personality: Shy, compassionate, nervous, moral, weak, smart.
Title: Count of Space
Planet: Land of Vapor and Storm
Consorts: Snakes
Modus: Boggle Modus: must find name of object in boggle puzzle generated upon request for item
Strife Portfolio: Branchkind, jumpropekind
Lusus: Port- A very small whale that floats. Blows bubbles on occasion.
Blood: Lime
Moon: Prospit



OOC: This is my first attempt at roleplay. The art is basically a Sollux rip-off, as like my troll I can't draw for shit. Hopefully my skills will improve.

I HAVE MAC PESTERCHUM. IS THAT BAD?

[GaMzEe]

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==> Be the genetic fuck up

Uhh...itth genetic anomaly...


==> Fine be that

You are now Urbras Pizken. Apparently when god made you he showed he had a sense of humor. Lets start with the horns on your back, not your head. So you have what do you call them..."thpikeths?" Well you like these things because you can pick them off and eat them, or feed them to your giant armadillo lusus.

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Your teeth are also horrible misshapen, giving you that dreaded lisp. Also because of that you can't eat meat, so you are sort of a vegitarian. Another thing to add to the plethora of things wrong with you, you cannot pronounce r's, they come out ah.

So your name Urbras comes out Uahbahth. Good luck telling anyone your name.

Lets get to the serious shit. Your strife specibus is jump kind. Thats right, the only thing you can actually do is leap great heights and fall great heights without harm. You leap up and land on your enemies with your over weight body. Actually you're in shape, its just the spikes make you heavy and dense. From the back.
From the front you are as thin as paper.

Your fetch modus is simple, its a jump pad modus. Items appear on the floor and you must jump on them to retrieve them. At least one thing in your life is easy.

If you were in a session your title would be Dragoon of Fate and your land would be the land of Barbs and Cliffs. Ohhhh you're going to have so much fun there.

Your troll tag is barbedArmadillow and you -> Apologize in advanth if youah speech botheahth people. <-

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hEy I hOpE yOu DoN'T mInD bUt I gOt BoReD aNd SpRiTeD yOuR tRoLl BaSeD oN tHe OtHeR pIcTuRe YoU hAd
SoRrY iF tHiS uPsEtS yOu In AnY wAy... Do:
It WaS fUn To MaKe ThOuGh, I lIkE hIs HoRnS



bAcK tO lUrKiNg
HoNk HoNk

[maya]

wow this is p.fuckin sweet pls stick around

[Quincunx]

Boy, stop taping down that pair of scissors and get over here ===>

There we are.

Your name is Iot Ksipor and you are 8 sweeps old. You were gifted with blood that is a sort of ugly darkish yellow, like the peel of a banana. As with a good deal of lowbloods you have a PSYCHIC ABILITY, but yours isn’t terribly fine-tuned. It is a sort of TELEKINESIS, but when you desire an item that is out of your reach, it automatically comes flying at your head and your reflexes are not good enough to catch it before it smacks into your face. This makes it necessary to tightly lock up or bolt down all sharp, heavy or potentially dangerous objects in your hive so you don’t accidentally STAB YOUR EYE OUT. You cannot lift things much heavier than a can of beans though, and besides, all your bean cans are tied down so you do not give yourself a concussion in the event that you dare to contemplate eating some. Your skin is rather thin and sensitive and you BRUISE easily, leaving you covered in them all over your face and body from repeated beatings by your household items.

You have come up with your own method of troll FENG-SHUI where you collect things in twos and threes and arrange them in rows about your hive, believing it will help you focus your thoughts more and help you control your telekinesis. If anybody disturbs your careful setup you are likely to FLIP YOUR SHIT and scream at them until they leave, or punch you. Usually both happen and not in that order. Your constant need to maintain the energy flow in your home, and by association your mind, leaves you high-strung almost to the point of being neurotic. Every few minutes you must check to make sure nothing has been disturbed. You do not go out much because you never know when you’ll be struck by the need to make sure everything is arranged how you left it. To calm yourself you like doing math puzzles and maintaining your BONSAI TREE collection, but your concentration is easily broken and a lot of the time you end up tearing the paper to shreds or throwing the tree against the wall when things don’t go your way.

If you meet a troll who bears a symbol that fits your taste, you remember it later to paint on your walls. You have quite a collection, which makes you seem like something of a CREEPER but really the symbols are all you care about. You like your own a lot, because it is symmetrical both horizontally and vertically, and has three lines and two curves. It is the most peaceful symbol you know. To ensure you never go anywhere without it, you have had it tattooed on your chest and sewn on all your clothing, even your underwear.

Your LUSUS is a parrotlike creature as tall as you are, named Papagei, with tentacles on the edges of his wings and his tail. He is a demanding and spoiled creature, and rather than flying or climbing to get around he likes to ride on your shoulders. This has been great for your upper body strength, but if he thinks you aren’t going fast enough he pecks harshly at your head or, in more extreme cases, strangles you with his tentacles. You’re sure he would never kill you though, because then he’d be without someone to take care of him.

Your trolltag is rekindledDiagonals and your quirk is oddly specific, only showing up when you use specific words, like m3 or th3y or II’m.

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[Remus Living]

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Boy, stop taping down that pair of scissors and get over here ===>

There we are.

Your name is Iot Ksipor and you are 8 sweeps old. You were gifted with blood that is a sort of ugly darkish yellow, like the peel of a banana. As with a good deal of lowbloods you have a PSYCHIC ABILITY, but yours isn’t terribly fine-tuned. It is a sort of TELEKINESIS, but when you desire an item that is out of your reach, it automatically comes flying at your head and your reflexes are not good enough to catch it before it smacks into your face. This makes it necessary to tightly lock up or bolt down all sharp, heavy or potentially dangerous objects in your hive so you don’t accidentally STAB YOUR EYE OUT. You cannot lift things much heavier than a can of beans though, and besides, all your bean cans are tied down so you do not give yourself a concussion in the event that you dare to contemplate eating some. Your skin is rather thin and sensitive and you BRUISE easily, leaving you covered in them all over your face and body from repeated beatings by your household items.

You have come up with your own method of troll FENG-SHUI where you collect things in twos and threes and arrange them in rows about your hive, believing it will help you focus your thoughts more and help you control your telekinesis. If anybody disturbs your careful setup you are likely to FLIP YOUR SHIT and scream at them until they leave, or punch you. Usually both happen and not in that order. Your constant need to maintain the energy flow in your home, and by association your mind, leaves you high-strung almost to the point of being neurotic. Every few minutes you must check to make sure nothing has been disturbed. You do not go out much because you never know when you’ll be struck by the need to make sure everything is arranged how you left it. To calm yourself you like doing math puzzles and maintaining your BONSAI TREE collection, but your concentration is easily broken and a lot of the time you end up tearing the paper to shreds or throwing the tree against the wall when things don’t go your way.

If you meet a troll who bears a symbol that fits your taste, you remember it later to paint on your walls. You have quite a collection, which makes you seem like something of a CREEPER but really the symbols are all you care about. You like your own a lot, because it is symmetrical both horizontally and vertically, and has three lines and two curves. It is the most peaceful symbol you know. To ensure you never go anywhere without it, you have had it tattooed on your chest and sewn on all your clothing, even your underwear.

Your LUSUS is a parrotlike creature as tall as you are, named Papagei, with tentacles on the edges of his wings and his tail. He is a demanding and spoiled creature, and rather than flying or climbing to get around he likes to ride on your shoulders. This has been great for your upper body strength, but if he thinks you aren’t going fast enough he pecks harshly at your head or, in more extreme cases, strangles you with his tentacles. You’re sure he would never kill you though, because then he’d be without someone to take care of him.

Your trolltag is rekindledDiagonals and your quirk is oddly specific, only showing up when you use specific words, like m3 or th3y or II’m.

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Ai, I really like this one. I feel bad for his head though

[Quincunx]

Thank you :3c

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the self-insert



You are GEYITH CLICER and you are currently shaking.

You are SEVEN SWEEPS OLD, but you are about as strong as if you were FIVE. That is due to a disease called BLACK-HEART BLIGHT that causes your body to be much WEAKER and LESS RESILIANT, and your ONCE-SEAFOAMISH BLOOD to be turned to a sickly NATIVE PLATINUM color. You wear shoes in your previous blood color so you dont EVER FORGET. Because of your weaker body and mutant blood, you are constantly PARANOID that you are going to get yourself CULLED. This paranoia leads you to be SHAKING whenever you're not with someone you don't trust. You don't tend to trust other trolls easily, and PURPLE/INDIGOBLOODS even less (almost VIOLENTLY distrusting them.) Though, once you make friends, you're generally rather HAPPY, though prone to occasional HYPOMANIC and DEPRESSIVE episodes. You are referred to as "That Girl In The Corner" alot of the time.

Your INTRESTS include your FAVORITE VIDEO GAME- "A Man Is Released From Prison Then Is Revealed To Be A Reincarnation Of A Hero That The Government Hates And Was Best Friends With The Villain Killing The Continent." It has some of your favorite UNREAL CREATURES, and some REAL ONES as well. Like your LUSUS! Your LUSUS is almost a carbon copy of a CLIFF RACER from the game, though much more PASSIVE. You also enjoy DOODLING, MUSIC and READING.

Your trolltag is cliffRacer and you Tend to SCREE a bit annoying with words that have the long E sound. Except the letter E. That would just SCREE annoying and everyone would hate you.

Your strife specibus is set to batKind.

Your fetch modus is Stonepack. Each item is assigned a weight in stones. The total weight in stones cannot exceed 100. As an example, your steel bat weighs 5 stones, while an anvil would weigh 75.

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Name: Geyith Clicer

Trolltag: cliffRacer

Quirk: Long E sound = SCREE except for the letter E, the words black, heart and blight are capitalised.

Blood Caste: #4A4542 / 74, 69, 66

Sylladex: Stonepack

Strife Specibus: batkind

Symbol: Daedric Geth, otherwise known as the Daedric letter G

Land: Ash and Steam

Title: Bard of Noise

Dream self: Derse

[MeiMei]

> Be the lucky charm.

Hop, no way in bloody 'ell! <K

>Come out of there you wascally wabbit!



Hop, oh fine! Hop, ‘ave it yoor way! <K

You are now FORTUNA LEPUS, a SCARLET-BLOODED troll. You are near the bottom of the spectrum, but it doesn’t bother you all that much. You are NINE AND HALF sweeps old, and your lusus is a LARGE FLUFFY BUNNY. You can be quite SASSY around other LOWBLOODS, but around BLUEBLOODS AND HIGHER blooded trolls, you tend to clam up, already having had a bad brush with one a sweep ago. You don’t like it when guys try to FLIRT WITH YOU, though you will admit that you kinda have a thing for BUFF TROLLS who are ripped and STRONG.

You have a psychic power, but it does you no favors. You can make LUCK, but not for yourself. You can make OTHER TROLLS LUCKIER. You’ve tried to use this power on yourself, but if the LARGE CLUTTER OF USED LOTTERY TICKETS in your hive is any proof, you can’t use this power on yourself effectively.

You like CLOCKS for some reason, and you usually always know what the TIME OF DAY is. You also know a bit about how to FIX CLOCKS, which earns you a little income. IRONICALLY, your strife specibus is set to HAMMERKIND, but this is mostly because you found a SLEDGE-HAMMER with TWO CLOCKS set into it. This is also good against PERVERTS.

If you were in an sgrub session, your title would be the Rogue of Time and your land would be the Land of Tunnels and Ticks.

Your trollhandle is clockworkBunny and Hop, yoo ‘ave yourself a slight accent. Hop, yoo also put ‘ops in front of your sentences, and carrots at the ends, yoo do. <K

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Name: Fortuna Lepus
Age: 9.5 sweeps
Blood Color: Scarlet #8c1717
Title: Rogue of Time
Lusus: Rabbit
Symbol: A Leaping Rabbit (like the trademark symbol for blue bunny ice cream maybe?)
Strife Specibus: Hammerkind
Quirk: Put’s the word ‘hop’ at the beginning of sentences, has a mock Cockney accent, ends speech with carrot emotes <K

[arella9977]

==> Be the weird blue-blood

I'm no7 weird!!!!!!! :<

==> Fine, be the blue-blood



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Name: Azaeli Folanxa
TrollTag: AzureFirestorms
Title: Witch of Fire
Land: Land of Plasma and Lava [some of the lava is hardened so trolls are't burning their arses off from just walking around XD]
DreamSelf: Prospit
Blood color: this color
Weapon: bowkind
Ability: Telekinesis (though this fails terribly when Azaeli gets frustrated or really, REALLY scared)

Typing quirk: replaces the letter t with the number 7 like 7his. Also tends to multiply punctuation and ending sounds by seven like in this exclamation: “OH MY GOSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Her emotes include things like :>, :<, O>O, and OvO

Interests: loves to write, chat around a bit, practice archery, take naps, and dream of/on/in Prospit. When she dreams, she strolls around Prospit and likes to goof off a bit. She also likes to mess around with things with her telekinesis ability.

Personality: she is sort of hyper-active at times (with her “normal” behavior being somewhat bubbly and happy). She is kind of careless and tends to break things, especially when practicing telekinesis. Then she gets all distressed and kind of silly. Azaeli is also a little lazy.

Lusus: a phoenix-like bird with wings that appear to be on fire. She is quite fussy and is pretty OCD about Azaeli’s hive cleanliness. Which kinda annoys Azaeli. Because after each “cleaning round”, she can’t quite seem to find anything anymore. Darn that OCD complex!!!!!!! >.<

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==> Be the genetic fuck up

Uhh...itth genetic anomaly...


==> Fine be that

You are now Urbras Pizken. Apparently when god made you he showed he had a sense of humor. Lets start with the horns on your back, not your head. So you have what do you call them..."thpikeths?" Well you like these things because you can pick them off and eat them, or feed them to your giant armadillo lusus.

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Your teeth are also horrible misshapen, giving you that dreaded lisp. Also because of that you can't eat meat, so you are sort of a vegitarian. Another thing to add to the plethora of things wrong with you, you cannot pronounce r's, they come out ah.

So your name Urbras comes out Uahbahth. Good luck telling anyone your name.

Lets get to the serious shit. Your strife specibus is jump kind. Thats right, the only thing you can actually do is leap great heights and fall great heights without harm. You leap up and land on your enemies with your over weight body. Actually you're in shape, its just the spikes make you heavy and dense. From the back.
From the front you are as thin as paper.

Your fetch modus is simple, its a jump pad modus. Items appear on the floor and you must jump on them to retrieve them. At least one thing in your life is easy.

If you were in a session your title would be Dragoon of Fate and your land would be the land of Barbs and Cliffs. Ohhhh you're going to have so much fun there.

Your troll tag is barbedArmadillow and you -> Apologize in advanth if youah speech botheahth people. <-

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hEy I hOpE yOu DoN'T mInD bUt I gOt BoReD aNd SpRiTeD yOuR tRoLl BaSeD oN tHe OtHeR pIcTuRe YoU hAd
SoRrY iF tHiS uPsEtS yOu In AnY wAy... Do:
It WaS fUn To MaKe ThOuGh, I lIkE hIs HoRnS



bAcK tO lUrKiNg
HoNk HoNk

Thank you very very much. Not to nit pick though, he should be smiling.

[GaMzEe]

wow this is p.fuckin sweet pls stick around

fhklfs thanks

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==> Be the genetic fuck up

Uhh...itth genetic anomaly...


==> Fine be that

You are now Urbras Pizken. Apparently when god made you he showed he had a sense of humor. Lets start with the horns on your back, not your head. So you have what do you call them..."thpikeths?" Well you like these things because you can pick them off and eat them, or feed them to your giant armadillo lusus.

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Your teeth are also horrible misshapen, giving you that dreaded lisp. Also because of that you can't eat meat, so you are sort of a vegitarian. Another thing to add to the plethora of things wrong with you, you cannot pronounce r's, they come out ah.

So your name Urbras comes out Uahbahth. Good luck telling anyone your name.

Lets get to the serious shit. Your strife specibus is jump kind. Thats right, the only thing you can actually do is leap great heights and fall great heights without harm. You leap up and land on your enemies with your over weight body. Actually you're in shape, its just the spikes make you heavy and dense. From the back.
From the front you are as thin as paper.

Your fetch modus is simple, its a jump pad modus. Items appear on the floor and you must jump on them to retrieve them. At least one thing in your life is easy.

If you were in a session your title would be Dragoon of Fate and your land would be the land of Barbs and Cliffs. Ohhhh you're going to have so much fun there.

Your troll tag is barbedArmadillow and you -> Apologize in advanth if youah speech botheahth people. <-

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hEy I hOpE yOu DoN'T mInD bUt I gOt BoReD aNd SpRiTeD yOuR tRoLl BaSeD oN tHe OtHeR pIcTuRe YoU hAd
SoRrY iF tHiS uPsEtS yOu In AnY wAy... Do:
It WaS fUn To MaKe ThOuGh, I lIkE hIs HoRnS



bAcK tO lUrKiNg
HoNk HoNk

Thank you very very much. Not to nit pick though, he should be smiling.

better?

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wow this is p.fuckin sweet pls stick around

fhklfs thanks

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==> Be the genetic fuck up

Uhh...itth genetic anomaly...


==> Fine be that

You are now Urbras Pizken. Apparently when god made you he showed he had a sense of humor. Lets start with the horns on your back, not your head. So you have what do you call them..."thpikeths?" Well you like these things because you can pick them off and eat them, or feed them to your giant armadillo lusus.

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Your teeth are also horrible misshapen, giving you that dreaded lisp. Also because of that you can't eat meat, so you are sort of a vegitarian. Another thing to add to the plethora of things wrong with you, you cannot pronounce r's, they come out ah.

So your name Urbras comes out Uahbahth. Good luck telling anyone your name.

Lets get to the serious shit. Your strife specibus is jump kind. Thats right, the only thing you can actually do is leap great heights and fall great heights without harm. You leap up and land on your enemies with your over weight body. Actually you're in shape, its just the spikes make you heavy and dense. From the back.
From the front you are as thin as paper.

Your fetch modus is simple, its a jump pad modus. Items appear on the floor and you must jump on them to retrieve them. At least one thing in your life is easy.

If you were in a session your title would be Dragoon of Fate and your land would be the land of Barbs and Cliffs. Ohhhh you're going to have so much fun there.

Your troll tag is barbedArmadillow and you -> Apologize in advanth if youah speech botheahth people. <-

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hEy I hOpE yOu DoN'T mInD bUt I gOt BoReD aNd SpRiTeD yOuR tRoLl BaSeD oN tHe OtHeR pIcTuRe YoU hAd
SoRrY iF tHiS uPsEtS yOu In AnY wAy... Do:
It WaS fUn To MaKe ThOuGh, I lIkE hIs HoRnS



bAcK tO lUrKiNg
HoNk HoNk

Thank you very very much. Not to nit pick though, he should be smiling.

better?

YEY!

[Todd Ingram]

You mind spiffin my shit if you're bored?

[Thunder Reign]

Your name is ZENERE MORULA, and- oh, shit! You're late!

Late for what? Your JOB, of course, one of the few things you've been able to hold down in your clusterfuck of a life. You are one of many DELIVERY CHUMPS for the industry known as PIZZA GRUB, a joint located in one of the most populated hivestem cities on Alternia. Ever wondered how so many trolls can lock themselves up in their hives and still have a supply of nice food? Yep, that's your responsibility. Pizza Grub delivers all hours of the night, to all castes and personalities- and let's not pretend this is an EASY JOB. You've had to EVADE BLUEBLOOD TURRETS, strap on your scuba gear and INFILTRATE THE WATERS in order to deliver grubnion rings to LAZY-ASS SEADWELLERS, dodge the CANTANKEROUS LUSII of many a troll and even protect yourself against PSYCHIC POWERS employed by confused lowblood customers who thought you were there to attack them. All in all, it's a ROUGH EXISTENCE, and it's a standing testament to your powers of survival that you're the OLDEST DELIVERY CHUMP in employment.

Not that you're old. You're only about EIGHT SWEEPS, the latter two of which have been spent in employment. Yeah, you started shovelling pizzas pretty young- but hey, you reckon it's been GOOD FOR YOU! You're certainly fit as a fiddle, if a little AGGRESSIVE at times.. okay, yeah you're RATHER AGGRESSIVE ALL THE TIME. You're very boisterous, quite impatient, but most of all ENTHUSIASTIC. It's not often that you get time off work (mostly because everyone has a bad tendency to KILL EACH OTHER, so you're the most reliable employee there is) and you spend it LIVING LARGE, doing whatever the hell you want. GAMBLING? Sure. EGGING HIVES? Super fun. PICKING FIGHTS WITH RANDOMS? Of course, there's nothing like a bit of bloodthirst! You're normally pretty AMICABLE, always willing to have a drink with anyone, but you're also a rather PROUD individual.

Well, you're not proud of your BLOOD. Yellow blood, ugh, ugh. So gross. You haven't even gotten a SWEET POWER to make up for it- you often theorize that your power is SURVIVING, but honestly that's not exactly special. You often dream about having a HIGHER CASTE, and you're more than a bit RESENTFUL of higher-castes who spend their time denouncing the hemospectrum, the same thing that made them so privileged in the first place! JERKS. Although, you're pretty well off for a lowblood yourself. You live in a TWO-STOREY HIVE on the outskirts of the hivestem city where you work, and your LUSUS spends most of the time sleeping there. In a hilarious twist of IRONY, the lusus of Pizza Grub's No. 1 Employee is... a grublike being itself, a LANDDWELLING POMPIEWYRM. From what you've read about them they're meant to GROW INTO LIZARDS, but that has never happened and you highly doubt it ever will.

Your job gives you a good source of caegars, and you spend them on various things, like COSMETIC HORN SURGERY. What, you didn't think that horn looping was natural, did you? Hell no! They used to be useless downwards-facing horns before you paid for that. Now you can CARRY THINGS in the loops of your horns, or hang things from them- useful, and in your opinion pretty cool looking. Unfortunately your brawling tendencies and job-related hazards got the right one SMASHED, and you keep it taped up to stop it from FALLING APART ALTOGETHER. In fact, uh, you're normally covered in bandages of some sort. But hey, you're keeping the medical industry alive, yeah!!!!

Your trollTag is pizzaGrub, and you USE THE OFFICIAL COMPANY TROLLIAN HANDLE SINCE NOBODY ELSE CHEQS IT, AND YER BLOOD COLOR IS UNREADABLE, PLUS SOME GRUBS ARE DEAF SO YE HAVE TO YELL A LIDDLE. CAN WE TAKE YER ORDER?

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Name: Zenere Morula- first name from "Zenith", last from the intermediate stage of a fertilized egg. Um... I... thought of her in a human bio lab... yes.
Blood: DEC600/Corn yellow.
Age: Eight sweeps.
Symbol: "Hey, this looks cool on the sprite.... OH GOD IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO DO ON THE AB".
Wait, you meant the meaning? Yeah, there ain't one.
Quirk: CK = Q, OU =E, TT = DD. Always types in all caps, and will usually ask what people's orders are at the beginning of their conversations.

Hmm, what's that?

==>Zenere: Display strife specibus.


pizzactrKind, yeah!!!!

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Your name is ZENERE MORULA, and- oh, shit! You're late!

Late for what? Your JOB, of course, one of the few things you've been able to hold down in your clusterfuck of a life. You are one of many DELIVERY CHUMPS for the industry known as PIZZA GRUB, a joint located in one of the most populated hivestem cities on Alternia. Ever wondered how so many trolls can lock themselves up in their hives and still have a supply of nice food? Yep, that's your responsibility. Pizza Grub delivers all hours of the night, to all castes and personalities- and let's not pretend this is an EASY JOB. You've had to EVADE BLUEBLOOD TURRETS, strap on your scuba gear and INFILTRATE THE WATERS in order to deliver grubnion rings to LAZY-ASS SEADWELLERS, dodge the CANTANKEROUS LUSII of many a troll and even protect yourself against PSYCHIC POWERS employed by confused trolls who thought you were there to attack them. All in all, it's a ROUGH EXISTENCE, and it's a standing testament to your powers of survival that you're the OLDEST DELIVERY CHUMP in employment.

Not that you're old. You're only about EIGHT SWEEPS, the latter two of which have been spent in employment. Yeah, you started shovelling pizzas pretty young- but hey, you reckon it's been GOOD FOR YOU! You're certainly fit as a fiddle, if a little AGGRESSIVE at times. It's not often that you get time off work (mostly because everyone has a bad tendency to KILL EACH OTHER, so you're the most reliable employee there is) and you spend it LIVING LARGE, doing whatever the hell you want. GAMBLING? Sure. EGGING HIVES? Super fun. PICKING FIGHTS WITH RANDOMS? Of course, there's nothing like a bit of bloodthirst! You're normally pretty AMICABLE, but you're also rather PROUD.

Well, you're not proud of your BLOOD. Yellow blood, ugh, ugh. So gross. You haven't even gotten a SWEET POWER to make up for it- you often theorize that your power is SURVIVING, but honestly that's not exactly special. You often dream about having a HIGHER CASTE, and you're more than a bit RESENTFUL of trolls who are better off. Although, you're pretty well off for a lowblood yourself. You live in a TWO-STOREY HIVE on the outskirts of the hivestem city where you work, and your LUSUS spends most of the time sleeping there. Lazy thing.

Your job gives you a good source of caegars, and you spend them on various things, like COSMETIC HORN SURGERY. What, you didn't think that horn looping was natural, did you? Hell no! They used to be useless downwards-facing horns before you paid for that. Now you can CARRY THINGS in the loops of your horns, or hang things from them- useful, and in your opinion pretty cool looking. Unfortunately your brawling tendencies and job-related hazards got the right one SMASHED, and you keep it taped up to stop it from FALLING APART ALTOGETHER. In fact, uh, you're normally covered in bandages of some sort. But hey, you're keeping the medical industry alive, yeah!!!!


Your trollTag is pizzaGrub, and you USE THE OFFICIAL COMPANY TROLLIAN HANDLE SINCE NOBODY ELSE CHEQS IT, AND YOUR BLEWD COLOR IS UNREADABLE, PLUS SOME GRUBS ARE DEAF SO YOU HAVE TO YELL A LIDDLE.

Hmm, what's that?

==>Zenere: Display strife specibus.

pizzactrKind, yeah!!!!

I cried from the sheer beauty that is this troll.

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> Be the sleepy girl.



Your name is AERGIA ADARON and you are almost always sleepy.

You have a limited amount of interests, due to the fact that you are very thorough with them. When you pick something up, you don't just skim over the top and dabble here and there, oh no. Your hobbies are SERIOUS BUSINESS. Thus far your interests of note are SLEEPING, which you do much of and enjoy quite a bit, PROGRAMMING, which you can spend hours on at a time, and VIDEO GAMES, which you do not consider over until you have beaten every sidequest, found every item, and gained all of the levels. All of them.

Being lethargic all the time, you like to sit around being warm and comfortable. Being a seadweller, you can often get other trolls to do things for you, so you can afford to lounge around your hive most of the time. This is why you almost never take off your fuzzy robe and slippers, and you always make sure to wash them carefully so that they stay soft. You also have amassed a rather impressive PILLOW COLLECTION, which you use for dozing now and then. Your naps, of course, take place in your recuperacoon.

You almost wish you hadn't been born a seadweller, though. It means you have to deal with the water when you want to go out anywhere, and you don't like getting wet all that much. You much prefer it in your dry, warm hive. If you really wanted, you could probably get the resources to relocate, but you have to take care of your catfish lusus. You do like him, and he's been good to you, so you're resigned to living in the water. Every now and then he tends to bring you little trinkets he's found in the water, some of which you've fashioned into a necklace. On the rare occasion you go on a swim, he escorts you to your destination as far as he can, and you like to give him treats and things to play with. Who's a good fishie? Yes you, you are such a good fishie.

You do, of course, like the occasional brawl, and have managed to best most of the nearby fauna with your trusty MACE. It almost looks like a royal scepter, but is quite deadly in your skilled hands. Sadly, it's rare that you've gotten to fight with other trolls, and you imagine they'd be more of a challenge. Someday you may get into fighting seriously, but for now, you just fight for your food when you get the urge.

Your trolltag is lethargicPerfectionist and oO( You really get tired... *YAWN*... So you like to pretend you're sleeping... Zzz)

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Name: Aergia Adaron
Symbol: Alembic (Distillery tube used in alchemy)
Color: Antique Fuchsia - #925C84
Lusus: Catfish
Quirk: Surrounds text with oO( Zzz), ellipses at the end of sentences, often adds *YAWN*
Strife Specibus: maceKind
Fetch Modus: Incubus modus (has to hold the item in incubator for a period of time before it becomes accessible)
SBURB Title: Cleric of Action
SBURB Land: Land of Stars and Fossils