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

[Flamerider64]

Cor, what a pagetopper, good on you, first post too you say?
Well done.

EDIT: Never mind the pagetopper, got moved up a peg and now I'm up here.
This is akward.

[Quincunx]

I feel kind of bad posting this guy because of the mother grub lusus thing which I know is supposed to be super-rare, and I'd gladly change it to something more acceptable if it wasn't a plot point to the AU I created him for ;n;

Your name is KONRAD BELLIF and you are 6 sweeps old.

In a society of warmongering lunatics it is only to be expected that a few would be hatched to balance out the bloodlust with their rationality. Rather than using violence you believe in the art of DIPLOMACY and solving problems before they escalate into physical conflicts. Through your mediation you have succeeded in BEFRIENDING a good deal of the trolls who share your comfortable HIVESTEM, and often act as an AUSPISTICE for the many argumentative pairs, solving their dilemmas with patience and communication. Allies are not exactly the same as friends, though. You have tried many times to woo them yourself into a more flushed relationship but it always seems like everyone already has somebody to hate or to love, and it is very disappointing when your efforts go to waste. Still, it’s nice that you have so many people you can go to in the event that you get yourself into trouble. Not that you plan on it. You’re extremely careful about that kind of thing. Your penthouse hive is decorated with cool colors and soft curves, designed to soothe even the most aggressive spirits. It works, sometimes.

Perhaps you would have more romantic success if you weren’t such a pudgy little MARSHMALLOW, but your lusus loves you so much, and likes to show her love by preening your hair and nuzzling you and bringing you FOOD, enough to ensure that you never go hungry. Ever. And frankly you’re a little afraid she’ll tear your head off if you refuse it, as delicious as it is. Speaking of your lusus, she is a MOTHER GRUB, entitled to you by your rare JADE blood. She is a viciously overprotective creature, and as much as you adore her, she has been something of a detriment to your attempts to develop your own FIGHTING ABILITY. She’d much rather you stay her baby forever, because the world out there is scary, and you are so soft and small and could be so easily hurt. Knowing that she’ll die soon is both a comfort and a very sad thing.

To keep yourself fit in the meantime, you challenge your endurance by getting up at sunset to stretch and greet the dusk. You are quite flexible for your girth, and you don’t go stepping in between arguing troll couples without learning to take a few hits. Still, you’re a long way from surviving on your own. You haven’t even settled on a STRIFE SPECIBUS yet, and time is running out.

In your downtime you are fond of the computer game CONUNDRUM INVESTORMENTOR and often wonder what it would be like to be such a HARDBOILED INDIVIDUAL, receiving calls from PANIC-STRICKEN FEMALES and winning their crimson affections when you eventually crack open the case after much patient and skillful deliberation. Alas it takes place in something of a bygone era. You are pretty sure there is not even such thing as speakeasies anymore.

Your trolltag is paxViridis and you speak so(-t)y and gent)y to )u)) your (-e))ow tro))s into cooperation.

A few other pictures. Some of them unfortunately feature his old horns/sign before they were changed:

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[Evy]

>Be the absconder extraordinaire

Rude! But then that isn't completely untrue.



Your name is BERENI JAIDEV and you are apparently an absconder extraordinaire.

To be more specific, you are an ace at the art of PARKOUR, climbing and running and jumping across rooftops and whatever extra support is available. You started this when your FLYING TREE RODENTBEAST lusus developed a habit of gliding away from you to play. Today it has developed into a PASSION which you are PROUD of, and don't use strictly for the purpose of ABSCONDING. You are further aided in this by your POWER, which is more physical in nature than psychic, and allows you to BLINK short distances at limited intervals.

Your blood is a shade of VERY LIGHT RED that puts you WAY AT THE BOTTOM of the hemospectrum. This should mean that you are absolute shit, the shittiest of them all, but you are still alive today due to the fact that you are actually FUCKING AWESOME. At least that's how you put it. You have had a very mean COMPETITIVE STREAK since birth, and this has allowed you to best many other wigglers underground in the numerous TRIALS you faced. You stick around when you're sure you can win, but if not, you GET THE FUCK OUT. Or at least your competitions tend to be ones of SPEED and AGILITY anyway, so it all works out.

Besides jumping all over the place and being better than everyone else, you're surprisingly SOCIAL for someone of your (shitty) standing. In fact, one of your better friends is a SEADWELLER. You can't visit her hive since it's in the ocean, but she visits yours on occasion, and it's thanks to her really super strange love of fashion that you founded your love for the color YELLOW.

Ah, yes. YELLOW. Such a bright, awesome color, just bursting with personality. Lemon, banana, mustard, gold, saffron - you love all of its SUPER RAD shades. Most will think that's really weird (and yellow, of all colors?), but do you give a shit?... Maybe, but you SHOW THEM UP with your AWESOMENESS in revenge anyway.

Your trolltag is freerunProdigy and you make sure that your loVe of Winning is obVious!

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TITLE : Seer of Space
AGE : 7 sweeps
LAND : Land of Chocolate and Frogs
LUSUS : Flying squirrel
DREAMSELF : Prospit
STRIFE SPECIBI : TBD
BLOODCASTE : (Light) red/low
LIKES : Competition, yellow, things that jump/run fast
HATES : Slowness, closed-off individuals, staying put
SYMBOL : This.
HEX COLOR : #fc6865
SYLLADEX : TBD

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[Quincunx]

My namesake here is really damn depressing.

==> Be the sickly kid.

Your name is QUINCUNX PUTARE and you are 5 sweeps old, but look quite a bit younger, passing for 2. Genetics dealt you a shitty hand, and since grubhood you’ve clung to life by hiding, squeezing into all the cracks only something as tiny as you could fit in. In the birthing caverns you waited and watched your peers tear each other apart, emerging only when it was safe for you to come out and lap up the leftovers. You are scared of MOST EVERYTHING because it could easily kill you considering how FRAIL you are, and you owe your continued existence to your aggressive and overprotective lusus, Vermanto. When he was only a baby himself, he dragged you half-dead from the trials and has kept you safe ever since, never hesitating to tear to pieces anything that comes within 10 feet of you.

To contribute to your TERRIBLE LUCK, when you were only 2 sweeps old, your arm was TORN OFF by something you cannot recall, as you have repressed the memory. You survived, though such a deformity makes your CULLING inevitable, as if your poor health wasn’t enough to guarantee that already. You live in isolation, keeping to yourself and speaking with other trolls only through your SHITTY COMPUTER. Shortly after your mauling, the carpenter drones abandoned your hive, leaving it incomplete. It consists of a single room overhanging a large, stagnant pond that is home to many UNPLESANT THINGS, such as leeches and millions of mosquitoes. It is your only source of food and water, and moving would mean risking discovery by older, stronger trolls.

You are badly malnourished and frequently ill, and fixated on your inevitable and probably early DEATH. As such you can be kind of a downer to talk to, especially because you are ashamed of your insulting existence but too afraid to let it end. When you're not despairing over your unfortunate state you like to make pictures of the DANGEROUS CREATURES that live by your incomplete hive, and talk to people on Trollian who have a better state of affairs than you do. You sleep a lot.

Your trolltag is weeAspect and because of your tiny fingers you qant quite reach all the qeys

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[eruditeScholar]

Decided to start putting bios to troll sprites I've had sitting around. But first, here's some guys who I just haven't posted here. As there's 3 of them, just sticking the full bios in spoilers.
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>Be the historian



Your name is NATUAL MYTIIS.

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You are a typically a rather mild-mannered and rational minded troll, always speaking with wit and class. Yet you are often prone to bouts of frustration and anger when under pressure, as you have a horrible fear of failure- you will do -anything- to avoid failure. Perhaps that's what made you such a successful FLARPer, playing a longcoat seagrift – those days are over, now, as you've moved on to more scholarly pursuits, but you still wear part of your costume as a reminder. You still greatly enjoy traveling and adventure, though: getting away from the seahive is always welcome. Why? Eh, we'll get to that later.

As a member of the nautical aristocracy, you live the good life of the royalty, with nearly anything you may desire at your disposal. This has given you a generally positive outlook as to the way of troll society, which leads you to take a blind-eye to the strife of the lower castes. That's not to say that you don't know what's going on with them and the more violent of your compatriots: your studies of culture and history leave you quite informed. Unlike others, you do not reveal in antagonizing the peasants, but in the interest of your high class society, you simply pay no mind to it. Why? Well, it's historical to oppress the lowbloods! Sure... they might not really deserve it, but you're not one to put down history, are you? No!

Like all trolls, you, of course, you have a variety of interests. These primarily include scholarly pursuits such as the sciences and mathematics, but you also hold a strong passion for astrology and cartography, which stemmed for your time spent traveling the planet as a young FLARPer. However, your true passion lies in the study of history: troll culture and it's past is wonderfully fascinating to you, so full of intrigue, glory, drama, and mystery, and you are more than grateful to be a part of that. While there are certainly violent tendencies in the race as a whole, you can only shrug and pass it off as natural. It's what you guys do. You also have a slight fondness for psychology as well, often analyzing the feelings and motives of those around you: which is not to say that you're good at it. It's simply natural, as when reading historical documents, you must take into account of the beliefs and events of the time to judge why a figure acted as they did. Other hobbies, when given spare time include reading various literature and writings of the past and the scripts of performances of the stage, studying artifacts from days long by, and drawing maps of imaginary worlds, which you generate elaborate histories for. It's a bit of a secret passion.

In the future, you can see yourself doing a number of things: your blood essentially gives you free access to the positions. Perhaps an officer? A navigator on one of the larger fleet ships? More than likely, simply serving on a council of royalty to advise the empress would be a fine calling. Who knows!

But ok, why are you so afraid of failure, and why is it good to get away from the hive? The quick and simple answer is your lusus, being a giant freaking sea serpent that can swim faster than most ships can sail. In your FLARPing days, he was quick to wreck the vessels of rival seagrifts after you had taken them captive (you would much rather have them swear loyalty to your name then forcing them off the plank), but that's beside the point. You're quite sure that if you don't live up to his expectations as a proper member of the nautical aristocracy, he'll cull you himself. That's partially why you took up an interest in history all those sweeps ago: to better educate yourself on how to behave to best avoid his wrath. Not that you'd admit that now, though.

It should also be noted, importantly, that you suffer from a speech impediment, being prone to stuttering and choking on your words: no one must EVER know, though. Your lusus, does, of course, but it's not like he can speak. Given the fact that most trolls speak on trollian, almost all of your friends don't know as well. In the old days, you had a fellow speak for you when addressing other seagrifts- it contributed to the intimidation factor by building yourself up as too superior to speak to them personally.

And on a final note, you make use of the umbrellaKind. Seriously, you do. Your current weapon was found in the stash of a long dead fellow member of the aristocracy: tradition would dictate it was your ancestor's, but you're... a bit skeptical about the whole fate thing. The handle is a find gold wood, the cloth being a royal purple. Why so special, though? The top has an extendable diamond tip, which is to be made use like a spear, stabbing through... well, essentially everything. It's really cool.

Basic Info
Name = Natual Mytiis
Trolltag = eruditeScholar
Blood/Text = #420041 – Dark Purple
Age = 9 Sweeps On Planet --- 14 sweeps in Fleet.
Quirk = Nothing!
Lusus = Kranfus, a monsterous and giant sea serpent.
Strife Specibus = umbrellaKind
Fetch Modus = Book Modus - You have a "page number" memorized for each item and must request said page for the item.
SGRUB Title/Land: Prince of Mind - Land of Pyramids and Storms

Your trolltag is eruditeScholar and You speak with a clear and unwavering voice: there is no need to clutter it up with tomfoolish decorations. It's not like you're trying to compensate for the way you really speak, of course not.

Thank you, Panzerbear, for the Alterniabound!

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>Be the one no one notices.



Your name is OPOZIA AVHALT, and life is just difficult.

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Really, it just is. You're a lowblood lacking any unique traits (or so you believe), destined to live an unremarkable life as a foot soldier, a future that will be coming around the corner in only a small number of sweeps (or a swift culling, of course) and you seem to always go unnoticed by those around you. You've gotten used to it, though. Life is hard, and while sure, it's upsetting at times, you just have to deal with it, as there's no real way to change it.

It's hard to be happy while you're alone, though you're still trying to make the best of the few sweeps you have left on... whatever planet you live on. It's simply a waste of time to be upset for too long, as eventually, you'll have an even bigger reason to be, so if you can't be happy now, while you might as well get culled on the spot! And that's a non-option, of course. However, the potent mix of being quite self-critical, extroverted yet shy, and essentially pessimistic make it difficult to be in a better mood than "alright" most of the time, as one simply feeds the others. The best thing is to just deal with it with a straight face, and perhaps one day, if you work hard enough, you'll find a good reason to be happy with yourself. What would that take? Well, getting noticed and making friends would be a start. Being worth something to someone else sure would be great. Maybe even some sort of romantic relationship, that way, you'll actually be able to make it to the fleet rather than being culled.

In a rare moment of confidence, you may find yourself attempting to reach out to someone in the effort of making some sort of meaningful social connection, but more than often, you find that they don't respond with the same enthusiasm. Are you coming on too strong? Perhaps you're just weird? Or (more than likely, you think), you're just far too average and unnoticeable. As such, your happier state, triggered when speaking to others, is essentially described as a muted, almost coy, excitement. It usually doesn't last long, though, as stated. And it's not like they can hide the fact that they don't enjoy your company from you: See, you have the psychic ability to detect when someone is lying, much like a polygraph (and you can be duped in the same way). You try to keep that a secret, though: it would really stink if the highbloods tried to use you as a simple tool to meet their ends (even though they already treat you like one, at best). There's machines for that, anyways.

However, when a troll does give you the sincere time of day, you find yourself growing extremely attached to that person, sometimes to the point where you develop massive, clingy, potentially unhealthy flush crushes on them. No one must EVER know! Even if they don't give you the time, the mere thought of being accepted by one of your neighbors is enough to trigger long sessions of daydreaming of a better social situation for yourself: but nope, back to reality in due time, you're just an awkward, average peasant!

But anyways, how about we change the subject to discuss your interests, as like any perfectly average troll, you have an array of perfectly average interests. In your spare time, you enjoy painting landscapes across the valley, and can often be found sitting alone in silence staring at the various greenery (or brownery, if you would, for the rocky parts of the valley). Often times when on these stints out of doors (which you really prefer to do, given the small quarters your hive offers), you collect dried plants and flowers to add some decoration to your otherwise rather barren hive. You're fond of carving images in and out of wood as well, sometimes painting them when you're done. Finally, you keep a small garden outside your hive (well, ok: it's actually bigger than your hive itself, but that's not saying much) in which you grow a number of various edible fruits and vegetables. In short, you like to do things outdoors. Lately, you've attempted to learn how to weave, but it's hard work, you know!

Like all trolls as well, you have done some training in combat, as you'll just die if you're one of those idiot pacifists, you know? As such, your strifedeck is allocated with the axeKind, in which you keep stored your trusty hatchet: good for chopping wood for carving and fires and/or killing things.

The hemospectrum? Your own compatriots rarely even notice you, as if the highbloods do often. As such, you just make it policy to avoid dealing with the majority if at all possible. It's not that you hate them, you just don't feel like dealing with the class structure: yeah, ok, you're a peasant, you know that. Granted, if you were at the top, you would grudgingly admit that you'd probably be the same way. Equality would be well and good and all, but it's a pretty fanciful dream.

General Info (Extended Due to RP Entry):
Name = Opozia Avhalt
Trolltag = cellophaneIpseity
Text = #650000 - Dark Red
Blood = Red (#650000)
Age = 8 sweeps
Quirk = Brackets around each sentence, ellipses after first word, proper syntax.
Lusus = Three tailed, four eared cat - you call her Eppa.
Powers = Has the ability to detect lies similarly to a polygraph in that she cannot tell the truth, just when a statement is false. Can be fooled in the same way. Must be able to hear/see the source- does not function over text.
Strife Specibus = axeKind (hatchet)
Fetch Modus = Knot Modus- You must tie a knot on another physical object to store an item, untying that same knot to retrieve it. Opozia uses her shawl.
Symbol = Vertical line, forming into a circle in the middle, two horizontal lines bisecting the mid-top and bottom of the vertical. Meaningless (as far as I know)!
Physical Traits = Average height (5'7''), fairly thin and graceful (yet not a rail), not very muscular (though fit), long unkept hair (probably has some leaves and twigs in it), wears earthy colored clothing.
Personality Traits = Pessimistic, shy, eager to be noticed, self-critical, accepting of misfortune and failures, hard working, patient, easily falls in love, daydreamer
Interests = Painting and art, landscapes, carving, nature, plants, gardening, weaving
Miscellaneous = Hemopassive. Hive is a very small wooden cottage, containing a fireplace and only four rooms (main room, kitchen, respiteblock, cleanseblock.)

Your tag is cellophaneIpseity and you speak [With… your words in brackets, they're really not that special, planning out your sentence before you type it.]

Thank you, thunderReign, for the Alterniabound!
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Darkness, like all, has multiple faces.
Undefined, though, avoiding solidity.
>Be one of the faces of darkness
Well, you would say, at least.

Your name is DYSTAS SOCTES.

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Through aloof and mysterious behavior, you have fashioned yourself as a very enigmatic individual. Why? Not because you're shy or because you have a dark and tragic past, no: you just want to mess with people. Some people study the minds of others by observing their behavior in natural states: you will tell those people that they're -so- -dull-. You find it far more informing (and entertaining) to intervene, putting others up against cloudy logic, metaphors, murky rhetoric, and fallacies simply to watch the reactions that take place. With that tactic, you have grown talented at learning the secrets of others: you don't really need to know things about others. They just need to think that you know things. And, if done right, they spill the beans. If you had it your way, you would make use of test subjects in (potential fatal) mass scale social experiments. But alas, such a thing will certainly never happen- such an operation would require much more than one troll.

We have strayed from your personality, though. To the human reader of another universe (how weird), you would more than likely described as being on the unpleasant side. It is a very rare time where you don't treat a conversation as a social experiment, laced with incredible double meaning and false emotions, yet when you do speak normally, you are often bitter and sharp. You simply find it far simpler to point out the negative aspects of the world and others, and thus you grow impatient and annoyed when dealing with anything out of your control (a trait which influenced your theory of “social intervention.” You are also prone to quick judgment, often placing labels on others before you even speak to them, and once set in a label, you are very hard pressed to change your opinion. Given your self-style, one could also describe you as manipulative, though your success in such is up to debate.

Overall, it could be said that your unorthodox approach to “psychology” stems from the fact that you naturally place very little faith or value in the lives of others, a fact further emphasized by your idea of the ideal experiment being one that would pit others against horrible results. You almost take a gleeful pride in pitting subjects against such things. All said, even so, if you were able to put aside your jaded mindset, your studious mannerisms and general intellect would allow you to practice in a normal manner with success.

Insofar as other general interests, you have a passion for poetry and theatre, which is often reflected in your twisting metaphors. In time not spent “gathering data,” you spend your time reading the works of the greats in both fields, sometimes attempting to write your own. With both, though, the end result normally turns out to be a horribly dark and grim tale of suffering without any sort of a happy ending. In troll society, though, most people just might be 0kay with this. Furthermore, you have a fascination with conducting false debates with others, often arguing the opposite of what they think simply for the purpose of the debate, regardless of your thoughts. On a related note, you find the hemospectrum to be a tad useless, yet very rarely will you state such for the sake of an argument.

Your strife deck is allocated with syringegunKind, the syringes being filled with chemicals intended to knock out the target, though you do keep fatal toxins on hand. You are always much happier to take the attacker in for experimentation than outright kill them: might as well give them a use first. Your poisons are supplied to you by a fellow highblooded friend, whose identity will be revealed at a later date.

Basic Info
Name = Dystas Soctes
Trolltag = stygianSophist
Blood/Text = #000033 – Dark Teal
Age = 9 Sweeps On Planet --- 12 sweeps in Fleet.
Quirk = (Attempted) Iambic Pentameter
Lusus = Deceased; Formally a large, four armed, three eyed praying mantis. You just called her Mother.
Strife Specibus = syringegunKind
Fetch Modus = Hashmap. You don't have time for bullshit gimmicks.
SGRUB Title/Land: Sylph of Shade – Land of Decay and Moonlight

Your trollian handle is stygianSophist and You speak in a quite poetic manner. At all times, without a single failure. No matter how short your true message is.

[AppleTree]

Your name is MALAE KALIST. You are NINE SWEEPS old and you are HIVELESS STREET-SCUM. Your blood color is a very vibrant shade of ORANGE, which is too bad because your favorite fruit is an APPLE. You're quite fond of mulberry apple scones, in fact. You can be quite forward sarcastic in arguments, but you are generally awfully SKIDDISH and paranoid. Of course, you would be too if you were ATTACKED in your hive in the middle of the night by a group of trolls who then proceeded to blow up your hive, and throw you in an alley. Who the hell does that anyway? That's low even for trolls. Perhaps it has something to do with TIME SHIT. Which you know quite a bit about, and you still aren't sure if this is a blessing or a curse. You can see other people's ALTERNATE TIMELINES but not your own. Often you are putting your life on the line for other trolls in order for the better of ALTERNIAN SOCIETY. You guess it's your DUTY to the universe. You generally don't make this knowledge public because if you did, then every troll and his lusus would be asking you to go back and skew their TIMELINE. And if you have anything to say about time, it's this: one small change can affect the entire future of a society.

Your trolltag is appleTree [AT]. You speak in a way ThaT emphasizes leTTers which resemble Trees, preferablY Those ThaT grow apples.

(yeah, it's about time i finally did that...i've had her for 5 months now...)

[pey10con]

>Be The Optimist

You are Saslin Dayken. You are extremely, and sometimes dangerously, optimistic. You trust everybody. And I don't mean like, anybody who greets you nicely. You would blindly trust even the evilest of men. Or women, for that matter. Aside from this, you also have several other noteworthy qualities. Like... um... Oh, you used to FLARP. A lot, until you were betrayed by somebody. Fancy that. You were a very talented fighter. Erm, kinda.

Anyways, on another note. Your lusus is a fierce, wise manticore. He never fails to give you advice when you need it, but you can't exactly say the same thing about you heeding it. This is often why you end up getting into trouble. You use the Scepterkind Strife Specibus, and you use the omniscience fetch modus. Your trolltag is altruisticMysticist, and yOu have the OminOus ability Of fOresight

[Blindone230]

====> Be the Author

You are now an Author. Your name is KAYBET RAEZER, you are somebodies YOUNGER BROTHER. You enjoy WRITING, in fact you love WRITING so much you have too many pieces of work to count. Your blood color is that of a high society member. Surely you will be a SPEARECTIFIER when you come of age. Actually you want to be AUTHORITIVICER, whatever that means. Both are high class positions to be sure. You also enjoy watching RACES, your favorite racer is your ELDER SISTER.

Your weapon of choice is PENKIND. A trusty weapon of course, because it is actually a SPEAR. You are well versed in both forms of PENKIND. Your sign is the SOUTHERN CRUX. You wear a t-shirt with your sign, a hooded JACKET, baggy JEANS, and some cool SNEAKERS. Your fashion choice of course is actually your SISTER'S CHOICE. Why do you even wear a hooded JACKET? It's not like you can even put them over your HUGE MACARONI HORNS. You seem to like to think your horns are shaped like GO-KART WHEELS and not deformed macaroni.

As previously stated you love writing, especially about your FRIENDS. Sometimes you like to write about ADVENTURES, FANTASY, and sometimes ROMANCE. Based on facts, personal thoughts, and even complete FANTASY. Your FRIENDS think you're weird because you write about them like that. You even have a SHIPPING JOURNAL with logs of your friends. Also because you're a writer you enjoy ROLEPLAYING, especially FLARPING.

Your trolltag is killerBalance. And for some reason you don't like the letter c so you replase it with s and K, also you liKe to Kapitalize K and B.

[Wyrmses]

==> Be the feral.

Oh hey, it worked!

Your name is NIKKIN, and if you were to ever have a last name, you likely wouldn't know it. You are five and a half sweeps old, female, and you love BRIGHT COLORS. Now, everyone knows that ALTERNIAN PAINT is made of the blood of culled wigglers. Everyone except you. Instead, you tend to collect PAINT from any troll you come across, provided you don't currently have that color. Speaking of PAINT, you have your own special kind, and sometimes use it when you don't have any of the prettier colors in your BELT OF JARS, but the DEEP BROWN is very boring.

You know close to nothing about TROLL SOCIETY, or even the HEMOSPECTRUM , and you have no SYMBOL, which has led you to believe that you were never meant to exist. But that's okay, because you can still PAINT, even if you aren't. Your crocodile LUSUS died approximately two sweeps alone, leaving you to fend for yourself in the SWAMP that you live in. Being that you live there, you go barefoot, which makes it much easier to navigate through mud and muck. You HIVE- If you can call a collapsed building such a thing- is riddled with your pretty PAINTINGS, most of which are VISIONS that come to you while you sleep on the floor. You don't understand that these do mean something. All you care about is that you can have something to paint.

You have a deep love for MIRRORS, which includes- But is not limited to- twins and those funny words that are spelled the same forward and backwards. Hey, you're pretty feral, you don't know that it's called a PALINDROME. Because of this, you have a collection of MIRRORS piled up in a corner of your HIVE. If you find more while searching for PAINT, you just store them in you SORT BY COLOR sylladex.

You are naturally curious about everything, to nearly a reckless extent. But it's okay because you're pretty good with your HOOKKIND strife specibus. A lot of things are okay, in fact, as long as you can justify it. Like it's okay if the trolls you get PAINT from die, because it was an accident, and they will make pretty pictures.

Your appearance may be somewhat unnerving to some, as your EYELIDS ARE CLEAR, which causes the effect of a wide creepy stare. Because you have clear lids, you have to wear your HOOD often so that the light doesn't bother you more than the usual troll. On the bright side, you can close your eyes when you SWIM. That was one skill you learned from good old Crocmom before she was eaten by a larger beast. (It's okay, though, because it wasn't hungry enough to eat you, too.)

If you were to ever somehow be taught to use a computer and played SGRUB, you would be the Muse of Mania, in the Land of Tone and Ink.
When you speak, you "tennd to speak very slowly annd softly, annd have trouble mmaking mm annd nn sounnds".

Random arts time.

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This is a chibi, so bluh.


Her blood, used to paint a picture of her lusus.

Derpderp, Size comparison. And a sprite?

TL;DR

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Name: Nikkin
Age: Five and a half sweeps
Gender: Female
Handle: umbraPalindrome
Quirk: Tennds to stammer over Nn annd Mm sounnds: Does not use a period, but seperates sentences with colons
Color: Dark Brown
Clothes: Black hooded shirt, white sleeves, grey pants, barefoot
Specibi: Hook-kind
Modus: Sort by Color
Lusus: Crocodile (Deceased, eaten by a larger beast)
Land: LOTAI (Land of Tone and Ink)
Title: Muse of Mania
Likes: Mirror stuff, like palindromes. Rats live on no evil star.

[Sporky]

> Be the troll inspired by 'Summon Skeleton' spells in Two Worlds

How compleetelyy original.

>Be it anyway

Your name is ANKHAA LENITH, and you are a female troll with a male lusus.

First of all, let's get something straight. Though your BLOOD COLOR is a SORT OF GREENISH YELLOW, you live in a CASTLE HIVE. Why? Your lusus, THE BIG SHAMBLING MONSTER THAT HE IS, drove out the previous inhabiting BLUEBLOOD AND HIS LUSUS. He was younger then, and he could do that. Now, less so.

That was when you were FRESH OUT OF THE BROODING CAVERNS. Now you're all of SIX AND A HALF SWEEPS OLD, and you like your hive. Why? Because YOU LIKE LIVING IN A BIG, ECHO-Y CASTLE, and it PROVIDES LOTS OF SPACE FOR YOUR BONESHAKER MINIONS.

What, you didn't mention that? You dabble in NECROMANCY, but you could care less for TRYING TO SUMMON ANCESTORS or HORRIBLE UNDEAD ABOMINATIONS. You stick to SUMMONING SIMPLE SKELETONS, which you affectionately refer to as BONESHAKERS. They're pretty good for manual labor, and when you deign to send them after someone, they ATTACK EN MASSE IN TRUE MOOK FASHION.

Though that's not to say you are incapable of fighting yourself. You employ the RIFLEKIND SPECIBUS, and your LEVER-ACTION RIFLE WITH HIGH-EXPLOSIVE ROUNDS is more than enough for you.

Your fetch modus is SYLLAMANCY, and you must chant the proper eldritch phrase to grab the item you wish. You have no real qualms with it, you just wish your sylladex cards weren't SICKLY GREEN. You'd much rather they BE A MIX OF GREY AND STARK WHITE. But whatevs.

Your trolltag is yorickBones, and you have a tendencyy to emphasize 'ee' sounds when you speek.

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Name: Ankhaa Lenith
Age: 6.5 sweeps
Gender: Female
Blood color: Pear (D1E231, or 209, 226, 49 )
Symbol: Inverted Aknh
Horns: Exactly like Eridan's.
Hair: Shoulder length, matted and clumped to the extreme. She's never touched a comb in her life.
Outfit: Like Vriska's, but with pince-nez and leather gloves, also her pants and shoes are black.
Specibus: Riflekind, uses a lever-action rifle with high-explosive rounds
Special ability: Summon simple skeletons, armed with either some form of melee weapon or a rifle like hers
Lusus: Frankenstein's Monster, as protrayed by Boris Karloff, minus the clothes of course
Hive: Lives in a castle hive, formerly occupied by a male blueblood of no importance.
Trolltag: yorickBones
Quirk: Types perfectly other than emphasizing 'ee' sounds. Compleetelyy, speek, tendencyy, etc..
Title: Witch of Bones
Land: Land of Bones and Lightning
Sprite: Prototyped with one of her boneshakers pre-entry, to make BONESPRITE
Entry item: Femur, which must be snapped
Ancestor: Morticia Palesneer

[ZDG]

Sinnes and lichdad would be great friends with her.

[Sporky]

I guess that's why they invented Pesterchum.

[Carnegie]

Reposting this guy because for some reason he was ignored.

EDIT: Oh, ok, nevermind, thanks TR. He wasn't. Still, I changed him around a bit, so it's not that big of a deal if I repost him anyway.

> Be the troll with A.D.D.



Your name is Nemmi Fridose.

You have a variety of interests, Really! Well, actually, it's more like your interests are constantly changing. But if there's something there, you can entertain yourself with it. You have an amazing imagination, and you're constantly putting it to good use. One time you were so interested in your toes that you played with them for a good two hours.

The problem with this imagination of yours is that you get bored of these things insanely easily and tend to switch to a new interest before you've even completed the previous one. This is sometimes a good thing, especially in the cases of bad habits you might get into. This can also be very counter-productive, leaving various incomplete things lying around your hive, which you never bother to pick up or even organize. Procrastination mixed with disinterest tends to lead to that.

Ever since the incident where you lost your lusus, you've been extremely distant from other trolls. You've been afraid that one day you would cause someone harm because of your past, or they will cause you harm in general. However, you're not completely unsociable. People just need to put in more effort to be your friend then they would for others.

You live in a hivestem in a large city. Your respiteblock has become exceptionally roomy ever since your lusus passed away. The majority of it, he had decided, was his, and you were forced to stay in a corner. You're glad you weren't born a redblood. He was insane when it came to the color red, and would go completely ballistic on anything - or anyone, for that matter - he saw. On top of that, very, very dominant, and dangerous, though mostly to you. You've got quite a few bumps and bruises underneath all that clothing.

On the subject of social life, one of the things you've actually managed to be able to keep an interest in is order. You like to try to keep situations calm, and uphold any rules as much as possible. Due to extreme cases involving you and kismesii, you are completely against caliginous relationships, and try to auspistice as much as possible. This tends to get you in more trouble than its worth, especially from people who do not want to be auspistaced. Related to this, your strife specibus is pistolKind, but you refuse to use it unless you are in the most extreme of conditions, such as self defense.

The other interest you've managed to keep is biology. Animals have always interested you, and you love to study them, their characteristics, behaviorism, the whole lot. Occasionally you would travel outside the city borders and later bring home a small animal. After the first few almost immediately went missing you realized this was a horrible idea. Your custodian took a liking to none of the animals. None of them. You're glad he hid all of the...nevermind. Most recently, you do all of your studies outside, pretty much out of habit, not to mention fear that the little things will go missing regardless inside the many floors in your abode. It opens you up to being able to study the larger ones, though!

As for a power, you sort of have one, but you can't really control it, and it's not really practical, either. Everyone perceives your appearance differently. Yeah, it can be quite frustrating at times. You think that you are able to see your true self, but when no one else can, it really makes you question it. It's one of those things that will forever remain a mystery, you suppose. However, there seems to be common, minor themes, such as, everyone seems to perceive your blood as the exact same green. You just have to assume that those little things are true!

Your trollTag is impulsiveDissolution and you likè to màkè surè you àccènt everytjng you possibly càn.

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- trolltag: impulsiveDissolution
- text/blood color: Navy green, #34675A
- typing quirk: accent marks over a, e, and replaces hs with js.
- reference picture: ^
- personality and interests: Interests change frequently, very confined in revealing things about himself, but will open up to those he's close to.
- shirt symbol: Section sign (§)
- weapon: pistolKind
- lusus: bull

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==> Be the feral.

>Be the absconder extraordinaire

These two are adorable :3

[Thunder Reign]

Yeah, uh, no troll profiles have been added to the OP since start of April. Looking at Dr Tess's profile:
Last Activity
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...I'm not entirely sure she'll be coming back, to be honest. If she doesn't return by the time this topic hits 50 pages, then we might want someone else to take over the thread- I'll put my hand up to volunteer for this, as an aside. I mean, Tess did an excellent job of running the trollslum, but there'll be too much of a buildup of profiles if she doesn't return. 8|

[Silly little Artist]

This is true!
I would take up the task, but I can't even run the Genchat threads.

I keep forgetting to update what Cafe we're on.

[KawaiiMelon]

Your name is KEIHAK NOMBAS, and you are rather nice for a seadweller.

You are known to be heavily interested by VIRTUAL STIMULATION SIMULATIONS OF MULTIPLE GENRE. You believe you can sort of COMMUNE WITH THE SEA CREATURES OF ALTERNIA, however you are pretty sure that they really do not understand you. You have used this skill to domesticate many of these SEA CREATURES.

You like to engage in the practice of THE PHYSICAL SPORT IN WHICH YOU TRY TO KICK A BALL INTO THE OPPONENTS NET AND SCORE POINTS, a sport popularized by fellow lowblood, TROLL EBENEEZER COBB MORLEY. You have a profound fascination with the concept of BECOMING THE FIRST LOWBLOODED TPSIWYTTKABITONASP CHAMPION.

Your trolltag is familicFish and you Frivolously speak with capital Fs and stuFF[/center]

[Agmund]

Edit: Crappy Sprite
You are now Gragas Kal, a Troll of a RATHER AVERAGE blood. You have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS mostly pertaining to TYPING or READING stories on your computer. You have a COMPLETE FEAR of ever TOUCHING anyone or anything that is alive. You have this fear due to the INCREDIBLE AMOUNT OF STRENGTH you were cursed with. Yes, you say cursed not blessed. Why you ask? Because when you were only three Sweeps old you killed your Lusus by patting it on the head, and have thus been left without a parent since then. Still, you managed to salvage and BUILD a comptuer that can handle your SOFTEST TOUCH without breaking.

Your other interests involve FLIRTING with trolls over TROLLIAN, though you are QUITE BAD because you are very easily embarrassed . When you were young you would refuse to get into fights with anything, and lost one of your EYES in a fight with someone's lusus, so you keep the now empty socket covered with your EXTREMELY LONG AND GIRLY hair. You do not believe in MAGIC as you keep a firm grip on REALITY. While by no means able to build OBJECTS such as ROBOTS you are quite the skilled CRAFTER, known for having weapons that can withstand ANY BLOW without breaking, because they HAVE TO or they would be crushed while you made them.

You are VERY EMBARRASSED by your HORNS which actually stick out of your FOREHEAD, and are quite TINY. You have more than once contemplated RIPPING THEM OFF and saying you lost them in a FIGHT with some kind of POWERFUL CREATURE. So far you have not acted on this, but you may HAVE TO if people keep making fun of you. You also are male. Though your hair is long enough to be female, you aren't actually. You really just don't care enough to cut it, and just keep it completely straightened at all times.

Your current Hive is mostly caved in, with only a single room surviving. This is what happens when you get angry. You break your Hive. It's near a forest, but otherwise not very particular.

Your Trolltag is shyForger and you "Can't sem to get two of the same leters in a row."

If you ever managed to enter a game of Sgrub despite your lack of friends, you would likely be the Craftsman of Eternity, a title with no REAL POWERS as far as you can tell, but fitting you perfectly.


((I am terrible at Fantrolls. Also, yes his hair looks horrible, but it's SUPPOSED to. He can't hold scissors to cut it, and the only time anyone comes near him is to ask for armor/weapons, not to cut his damn hair. So it's just kind of there. Also, if someone could make me a transparent background, I would luffles you.))

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the paradox.



You are now the mannerful subjuggulator (Author's note: mannerful subjuggulator actually means mistake made while half-asleep.)

Your name is NYFTIE MITOSA. You are a SUBJUGGULATOR (in training, of course. you're only SIX SWEEPS!), and that means you have INDIGO BLOOD. You like to stick to your MANNERS which kind of contradicts the lifestyle but YOU'RE GOING AGAINST THE MAINSTREAM. Yes, you know you're really neat and stuff. That helps keep your IMAGE. Lower your target's guard when they don't see the UTTER DISRESPECTFUL EXPLOSIVE AFRO OF A REGULAR SUBJUGGULATOR'S HAIR. And your MOSTLY-TRUE SENSE OF SUPERIORITY. You tend to DISRESPECT LOWBLOODS and BROWNNOSE ROYALBLOODS, but around roughly your caste you're pretty RELAXED. You like to THREATEN, TORTURE and otherwise ANGUISH REDBLOODS. It's just so much fun to watch their weak forms squirm. But sometimes you just... FORGET your morals. Yes, without them, you're HAPPY! FUN! HONK! You also have twisted views of what is CUTE and OH GOD EW. For instance; see that mangled corpse? She has the CEE-YOOTEST eyeliner! <3 (Oh by the way you like to use big words sometimes for no reason! :D)

Your HIVE is rather NEAT. You could throw a BALL in it if you wanted! Its main rooms are on the COASTLINE, but it continues UNDERGROUND- then UNDERWATER, with GLASS DOMES. This way, you can see your LUSUS quite often. He's just the cee-YOOTEST hermit crab this side of Alternia! <3 He taught you how to use your MARACAS- both for PERCUSSION and for BEATING HEADS IN. But mainly beating heads in. You also, for some reason, have MARACAS MADE OF CACTUS. Yes, they look cool. Yes, they hurt to hold at all. SO WHAT? YOU WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT?

Your fetch modus is BACKBEAT. Each item is given a rhythm which is displayed on its card, and you must perform four measures worth of that beat to retrieve it.

Your strife specibus is set to MARACAKIND. Chika-chika!

Your trolltag is convivialBereavement and you tend to~ elo~ngate yo~ur o~s, accentuating yo~ur so~cial class as the bo~urgeo~isie. ho~nk. isn't that CEE-YO~O~TE o~f yo~u?

[Todd Ingram]

>Be the paradox.



You are now the mannerful subjuggulator (Author's note: mannerful subjuggulator actually means mistake made while half-asleep.)

Your name is NYFTIE MITOSA. You are a SUBJUGGULATOR, and that means you have INDIGO BLOOD. You like to stick to your MANNERS which kind of contradicts the lifestyle but YOU'RE GOING AGAINST THE MAINSTREAM. Yes, you know you're really neat and stuff. That helps keep your IMAGE. Lower your target's guard when they don't see the UTTER DISRESPECTFUL EXPLOSIVE AFRO OF A REGULAR SUBJUGGULATOR'S HAIR. And your MOSTLY-TRUE SENSE OF SUPERIORITY. You tend to DISRESPECT LOWBLOODS and BROWNNOSE ROYALBLOODS, but around roughly your caste you're pretty RELAXED. You like to THREATEN, TORTURE and otherwise ANGUISH REDBLOODS. It's just so much fun to watch their weak forms squirm. But sometimes you just... FORGET your morals. Yes, without them, you're HAPPY! FUN! HONK! You also have twisted views of what is CUTE and OH GOD EW. For instance; see that mangled corpse? She has the CEE-YOOTEST eyeliner! (Oh by the way you like to use big words sometimes for no reason! )

Your HIVE is rather NEAT. You could throw a BALL in it if you wanted! Its main rooms are on the COASTLINE, but it continues UNDERGROUND- then UNDERWATER, with GLASS DOMES. This way, you can see your LUSUS quite often. He's just the cee-YOOTEST hermit crab this side of Alternia! He taught you how to use your MARACAS- both for PERCUSSION and for BEATING HEADS IN. But mainly beating heads in. You also, for some reason, have MARACAS MADE OF CACTUS. Yes, they look cool. Yes, they hurt to hold at all. SO WHAT? YOU WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT?

Your fetch modus is BACKBEAT. Each item is given a rhythm which is displayed on its card, and you must perform four measures worth of that beat to retrieve it.

Your strife specibus is set to MARACAKIND. Chika-chika!

Your trolltag is convivialBereavement and you tend to~ elo~ngate yo~ur o~s, accentuating yo~ur so~cial class as the bo~urgeo~isie. ho~nk. isn't that CEE-YO~O~TE o~f yo~u?

o my gog a subjuggalator.

Can't wait to see this chick in the cafe.

[Cliff_Racer]

You mean RIGHT NOW?

[Todd Ingram]

Decided to start putting bios to troll sprites I've had sitting around. But first, here's some guys who I just haven't posted here. As there's 3 of them, just sticking the full bios in spoilers.
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Your name is NATUAL MYTIIS.

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You are a typically a rather mild-mannered and rational minded troll, always speaking with wit and class. Yet you are often prone to bouts of frustration and anger when under pressure, as you have a horrible fear of failure- you will do -anything- to avoid failure. Perhaps that's what made you such a successful FLARPer, playing a longcoat seagrift – those days are over, now, as you've moved on to more scholarly pursuits, but you still wear part of your costume as a reminder. You still greatly enjoy traveling and adventure, though: getting away from the seahive is always welcome. Why? Eh, we'll get to that later.

As a member of the nautical aristocracy, you live the good life of the royalty, with nearly anything you may desire at your disposal. This has given you a generally positive outlook as to the way of troll society, which leads you to take a blind-eye to the strife of the lower castes. That's not to say that you don't know what's going on with them and the more violent of your compatriots: your studies of culture and history leave you quite informed. Unlike others, you do not reveal in antagonizing the peasants, but in the interest of your high class society, you simply pay no mind to it. Why? Well, it's historical to oppress the lowbloods! Sure... they might not really deserve it, but you're not one to put down history, are you? No!

Like all trolls, you, of course, you have a variety of interests. These primarily include scholarly pursuits such as the sciences and mathematics, but you also hold a strong passion for astrology and cartography, which stemmed for your time spent traveling the planet as a young FLARPer. However, your true passion lies in the study of history: troll culture and it's past is wonderfully fascinating to you, so full of intrigue, glory, drama, and mystery, and you are more than grateful to be a part of that. While there are certainly violent tendencies in the race as a whole, you can only shrug and pass it off as natural. It's what you guys do. You also have a slight fondness for psychology as well, often analyzing the feelings and motives of those around you: which is not to say that you're good at it. It's simply natural, as when reading historical documents, you must take into account of the beliefs and events of the time to judge why a figure acted as they did. Other hobbies, when given spare time include reading various literature and writings of the past and the scripts of performances of the stage, studying artifacts from days long by, and drawing maps of imaginary worlds, which you generate elaborate histories for. It's a bit of a secret passion.

In the future, you can see yourself doing a number of things: your blood essentially gives you free access to the positions. Perhaps an officer? A navigator on one of the larger fleet ships? More than likely, simply serving on a council of royalty to advise the empress would be a fine calling. Who knows!

But ok, why are you so afraid of failure, and why is it good to get away from the hive? The quick and simple answer is your lusus, being a giant freaking sea serpent that can swim faster than most ships can sail. In your FLARPing days, he was quick to wreck the vessels of rival seagrifts after you had taken them captive (you would much rather have them swear loyalty to your name then forcing them off the plank), but that's beside the point. You're quite sure that if you don't live up to his expectations as a proper member of the nautical aristocracy, he'll cull you himself. That's partially why you took up an interest in history all those sweeps ago: to better educate yourself on how to behave to best avoid his wrath. Not that you'd admit that now, though.

It should also be noted, importantly, that you suffer from a speech impediment, being prone to stuttering and choking on your words: no one must EVER know, though. Your lusus, does, of course, but it's not like he can speak. Given the fact that most trolls speak on trollian, almost all of your friends don't know as well. In the old days, you had a fellow speak for you when addressing other seagrifts- it contributed to the intimidation factor by building yourself up as too superior to speak to them personally.

And on a final note, you make use of the umbrellaKind. Seriously, you do. Your current weapon was found in the stash of a long dead fellow member of the aristocracy: tradition would dictate it was your ancestor's, but you're... a bit skeptical about the whole fate thing. The handle is a find gold wood, the cloth being a royal purple. Why so special, though? The top has an extendable diamond tip, which is to be made use like a spear, stabbing through... well, essentially everything. It's really cool.

Basic Info
Name = Natual Mytiis
Trolltag = eruditeScholar
Blood/Text = #420041 – Dark Purple
Age = 9 Sweeps On Planet --- 14 sweeps in Fleet.
Quirk = Nothing!
Lusus = Kranfus, a monsterous and giant sea serpent.
Strife Specibus = umbrellaKind
Fetch Modus = Book Modus - You have a "page number" memorized for each item and must request said page for the item.
SGRUB Title/Land: Prince of Mind - Land of Pyramids and Storms

Your trolltag is eruditeScholar and You speak with a clear and unwavering voice: there is no need to clutter it up with tomfoolish decorations. It's not like you're trying to compensate for the way you really speak, of course not.

Thank you, Panzerbear, for the Alterniabound!

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Your name is OPOZIA AVHALT, and life is just difficult.

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Really, it just is. You're a lowblood lacking any unique traits (or so you believe), destined to live an unremarkable life as a foot soldier, a future that will be coming around the corner in only a small number of sweeps (or a swift culling, of course) and you seem to always go unnoticed by those around you. You've gotten used to it, though. Life is hard, and while sure, it's upsetting at times, you just have to deal with it, as there's no real way to change it.

It's hard to be happy while you're alone, though you're still trying to make the best of the few sweeps you have left on... whatever planet you live on. It's simply a waste of time to be upset for too long, as eventually, you'll have an even bigger reason to be, so if you can't be happy now, while you might as well get culled on the spot! And that's a non-option, of course. However, the potent mix of being quite self-critical, extroverted yet shy, and essentially pessimistic make it difficult to be in a better mood than "alright" most of the time, as one simply feeds the others. The best thing is to just deal with it with a straight face, and perhaps one day, if you work hard enough, you'll find a good reason to be happy with yourself. What would that take? Well, getting noticed and making friends would be a start. Being worth something to someone else sure would be great. Maybe even some sort of romantic relationship, that way, you'll actually be able to make it to the fleet rather than being culled.

In a rare moment of confidence, you may find yourself attempting to reach out to someone in the effort of making some sort of meaningful social connection, but more than often, you find that they don't respond with the same enthusiasm. Are you coming on too strong? Perhaps you're just weird? Or (more than likely, you think), you're just far too average and unnoticeable. As such, your happier state, triggered when speaking to others, is essentially described as a muted, almost coy, excitement. It usually doesn't last long, though, as stated. And it's not like they can hide the fact that they don't enjoy your company from you: See, you have the psychic ability to detect when someone is lying, much like a polygraph (and you can be duped in the same way). You try to keep that a secret, though: it would really stink if the highbloods tried to use you as a simple tool to meet their ends (even though they already treat you like one, at best). There's machines for that, anyways.

However, when a troll does give you the sincere time of day, you find yourself growing extremely attached to that person, sometimes to the point where you develop massive, clingy, potentially unhealthy flush crushes on them. No one must EVER know! Even if they don't give you the time, the mere thought of being accepted by one of your neighbors is enough to trigger long sessions of daydreaming of a better social situation for yourself: but nope, back to reality in due time, you're just an awkward, average peasant!

But anyways, how about we change the subject to discuss your interests, as like any perfectly average troll, you have an array of perfectly average interests. In your spare time, you enjoy painting landscapes across the valley, and can often be found sitting alone in silence staring at the various greenery (or brownery, if you would, for the rocky parts of the valley). Often times when on these stints out of doors (which you really prefer to do, given the small quarters your hive offers), you collect dried plants and flowers to add some decoration to your otherwise rather barren hive. You're fond of carving images in and out of wood as well, sometimes painting them when you're done. Finally, you keep a small garden outside your hive (well, ok: it's actually bigger than your hive itself, but that's not saying much) in which you grow a number of various edible fruits and vegetables. In short, you like to do things outdoors. Lately, you've attempted to learn how to weave, but it's hard work, you know!

Like all trolls as well, you have done some training in combat, as you'll just die if you're one of those idiot pacifists, you know? As such, your strifedeck is allocated with the axeKind, in which you keep stored your trusty hatchet: good for chopping wood for carving and fires and/or killing things.

The hemospectrum? Your own compatriots rarely even notice you, as if the highbloods do often. As such, you just make it policy to avoid dealing with the majority if at all possible. It's not that you hate them, you just don't feel like dealing with the class structure: yeah, ok, you're a peasant, you know that. Granted, if you were at the top, you would grudgingly admit that you'd probably be the same way. Equality would be well and good and all, but it's a pretty fanciful dream.

General Info (Extended Due to RP Entry):
Name = Opozia Avhalt
Trolltag = cellophaneIpseity
Text = #650000 - Dark Red
Blood = Red (#650000)
Age = 8 sweeps
Quirk = Brackets around each sentence, ellipses after first word, proper syntax.
Lusus = Three tailed, four eared cat - you call her Eppa.
Powers = Has the ability to detect lies similarly to a polygraph in that she cannot tell the truth, just when a statement is false. Can be fooled in the same way. Must be able to hear/see the source- does not function over text.
Strife Specibus = axeKind (hatchet)
Fetch Modus = Knot Modus- You must tie a knot on another physical object to store an item, untying that same knot to retrieve it. Opozia uses her shawl.
Symbol = Vertical line, forming into a circle in the middle, two horizontal lines bisecting the mid-top and bottom of the vertical. Meaningless (as far as I know)!
Physical Traits = Average height (5'7''), fairly thin and graceful (yet not a rail), not very muscular (though fit), long unkept hair (probably has some leaves and twigs in it), wears earthy colored clothing.
Personality Traits = Pessimistic, shy, eager to be noticed, self-critical, accepting of misfortune and failures, hard working, patient, easily falls in love, daydreamer
Interests = Painting and art, landscapes, carving, nature, plants, gardening, weaving
Miscellaneous = Hemopassive. Hive is a very small wooden cottage, containing a fireplace and only four rooms (main room, kitchen, respiteblock, cleanseblock.)

Your tag is cellophaneIpseity and you speak [With… your words in brackets, they're really not that special, planning out your sentence before you type it.]

Thank you, thunderReign, for the Alterniabound!
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Darkness, like all, has multiple faces.
Undefined, though, avoiding solidity.
>Be one of the faces of darkness
Well, you would say, at least.

Your name is DYSTAS SOCTES.

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Through aloof and mysterious behavior, you have fashioned yourself as a very enigmatic individual. Why? Not because you're shy or because you have a dark and tragic past, no: you just want to mess with people. Some people study the minds of others by observing their behavior in natural states: you will tell those people that they're -so- -dull-. You find it far more informing (and entertaining) to intervene, putting others up against cloudy logic, metaphors, murky rhetoric, and fallacies simply to watch the reactions that take place. With that tactic, you have grown talented at learning the secrets of others: you don't really need to know things about others. They just need to think that you know things. And, if done right, they spill the beans. If you had it your way, you would make use of test subjects in (potential fatal) mass scale social experiments. But alas, such a thing will certainly never happen- such an operation would require much more than one troll.

We have strayed from your personality, though. To the human reader of another universe (how weird), you would more than likely described as being on the unpleasant side. It is a very rare time where you don't treat a conversation as a social experiment, laced with incredible double meaning and false emotions, yet when you do speak normally, you are often bitter and sharp. You simply find it far simpler to point out the negative aspects of the world and others, and thus you grow impatient and annoyed when dealing with anything out of your control (a trait which influenced your theory of “social intervention.” You are also prone to quick judgment, often placing labels on others before you even speak to them, and once set in a label, you are very hard pressed to change your opinion. Given your self-style, one could also describe you as manipulative, though your success in such is up to debate.

Overall, it could be said that your unorthodox approach to “psychology” stems from the fact that you naturally place very little faith or value in the lives of others, a fact further emphasized by your idea of the ideal experiment being one that would pit others against horrible results. You almost take a gleeful pride in pitting subjects against such things. All said, even so, if you were able to put aside your jaded mindset, your studious mannerisms and general intellect would allow you to practice in a normal manner with success.

Insofar as other general interests, you have a passion for poetry and theatre, which is often reflected in your twisting metaphors. In time not spent “gathering data,” you spend your time reading the works of the greats in both fields, sometimes attempting to write your own. With both, though, the end result normally turns out to be a horribly dark and grim tale of suffering without any sort of a happy ending. In troll society, though, most people just might be 0kay with this. Furthermore, you have a fascination with conducting false debates with others, often arguing the opposite of what they think simply for the purpose of the debate, regardless of your thoughts. On a related note, you find the hemospectrum to be a tad useless, yet very rarely will you state such for the sake of an argument.

Your strife deck is allocated with syringegunKind, the syringes being filled with chemicals intended to knock out the target, though you do keep fatal toxins on hand. You are always much happier to take the attacker in for experimentation than outright kill them: might as well give them a use first. Your poisons are supplied to you by a fellow highblooded friend, whose identity will be revealed at a later date.

Basic Info
Name = Dystas Soctes
Trolltag = stygianSophist
Blood/Text = #000033 – Dark Teal
Age = 9 Sweeps On Planet --- 12 sweeps in Fleet.
Quirk = (Attempted) Iambic Pentameter
Lusus = Deceased; Formally a large, four armed, three eyed praying mantis. You just called her Mother.
Strife Specibus = syringegunKind
Fetch Modus = Hashmap. You don't have time for bullshit gimmicks.
SGRUB Title/Land: Sylph of Shade – Land of Decay and Moonlight

Your trollian handle is stygianSophist and You speak in a quite poetic manner. At all times, without a single failure. No matter how short your true message is.

I love all three of these.
ALL 3.

[supersinger472]

Be the mutant seadweller

You succeeded! Tell us about yourself.

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Name: Alia Mevris
Race: Troll
Age: 6 sweeps
Title: Baroness of Noise
Chumhandle and Hexadecimal color: analogPopsicle, #CC8899
Typing Quirks: she is very cheerful
Kernelsprite: Kangaspawnsprite (lusus and a homburg)
Likes: Acting, cooking, other cultures, literature, ducks, Flarping
Dislikes: Sunshine, sour things, sports, robots
Medium: Land of Pyramids and Foam
Web Browser: Scylla
Kind Abstratus: Rapierkind
Fetch Modus: Mole (items are put in holes and buried; you must guess the right hole in order to retrieve the item)
Symbol: The constellation Serpens.

[quiescenceQuartz]

Be the lowest seadweller.

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Name: Izurde Akijan
Race: Troll
Age: 7 solar sweeps
Title: Tailor of Breath
Moon: Derse.
Chumhandle and Hexadecimal color: quiescenceQuartz #2f005a 47, 0, 90
Typing Quirks: < >-< > you gaze at the world though calm eyes
Kernelsprite: Delphiniussprite (lusus and fake butterfly)
Likes: Wigglers, butterflies, harmonica, sewing, and musicals
Dislikes: Royalty, reading, math, hot things, and relationships.
Medium: Land of Mercury and Feathers
Kind Abstratus: Spearkind
Denizen/Web Browser: Charybdis
Fetch Modus: Procrastination (item comes out when it damn well pleases Symbol: The constellation Delphinus.

You live at the bottom of the Empress Trench, the deepest trench on Alternia. As a result you are nearly blind in light but can see perfectly well in the dark. She uses a typewriter that she found at the bottom of the trench. She tends to burst into song when she thinks she's alone.

[KawaiiMelon]

Everyone: Stay away from these three (or 4) letters: J, P, (E), G.

Everyone: Sway towards these three letters: P, N, G.

[tonightsEntertainment]

Everyone: Stay away from these three (or 4) letters: J, P, (E), G.

Everyone: Sway towards these three letters: P, N, G.

um.

just don't save sprites as a .jpg, save as .png