SGRUB: The Prying Hackers [MOVED TO 2ND THREAD]

[ChameleonSushi]

Yep; Put it in now~

[Fili]

Do the hacker characters play any significant physical roles? As in are they going to be doing anything besides sitting at the computer and having fun f'ing crap up? The trolls are obviously going to be having fun alchemizing and fighting imps... but the hackers?

[ChameleonSushi]

Well, depending on their race, the hackers could be dealing with conflicts of their own on the outside. Now /that/ gives you some free reign over their backgrounds and stories. Do I smell plots twists and story arks~?

Who knows. It might be possible for someone to eventually get themselves in for whatever reason. Overall though, being a hacker can be considered a more casual role for someone who's not on as much in some cases.

[kitKatsuun]

A question. Do hackers exist in their own game and thus have their own title, land, etc? Or are they somehow 'outside' of SBURB as a whole?

[Monster X]

I've finally figured out what my character's been missing.

Eyebrows.

AND A STACHE!

Please to update original post kthx.

Sorry for the continual edit spamming, but you all know he looks way better with a mustache then he did before.

[ChameleonSushi]

kitKatsuun: Most likely, they'd be outside of SBURB/SGRUB, but it's possible for another player to try and hack another's game. There's a lot to play around with here~

NARFNra: EYEBROWS YOU SAY~? >||D *goes to look*

[kitKatsuun]

Then allow me to present an hacker.

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You are Haile Burton Croupier, handle artisanInternational and you type in a Highly Formalized Manner Of $peech $an$ The U$age Of $ in The Place Of The 'S'.

You are a ruthless, virtually sociopathic thirteen year old business woman who acts in as backstabbing and fake a manner as your idol: Lloyd Blankfein of Goldman Sachs. You desire all of the money. And you will not be stopped, no matter who you have to screw over to get to the money. The only people that might make you hesitate are any freinds you could possibly make, which is difficult for you as you are introverted and antisocial to an extreme. Some would even go as far as to say that you are shy. But that is simply unprofessional. Everyone knows one must carry themselves with overbearing dignity in the presence of others, and you adhere fully to this philosophy. But despite your extreme greed, you actually are not that much of a penny pincher. You are secretly very philanthropic, especially towards freinds, as you really only desire to obtain the money, not caring where it goes afterward.

You enjoy making money by playing virtually every trick, legal or somehow dubious, at your disposal. You are well vested in the art of the stock market, and your business sense is truly impeccable. You also keep the latest technology on hand, as an investment to make your money making all the more efficient. You keep your house as ergonomic as possible, and you own virtually nothing besides the absolute essentials for life and business. Some have said you are obsessed with ergonomics, to the point where you have developed blueprint plans for a house with the least impact on human discomfort possible, at the price of character or enjoyment. As an aside, you enjoy fine arts, attending concerts and operas in your spare time and having a fair amount of experience with the bassoon.

You use the supply and demand modus, which charges you for storage and makes you money with the buying of things off the modus stock market. The more of an object you put in, the more depreciated it's value. On the one hand, you can buy back your own things more easily. On the other hand, you could possibly have your own items auctioned off to some random idiot due to the open nature of the market. It's a risk you love taking. You strife with casekind, which uses the fact that briefcases can be surprisingly heavy to a deadly degree. Your land is

You have recently been involved in a new business venture- the privatization of the SBURB sector into a single corporation under your dominance. This should be a blast.

Age: 13 Human Years
Gender: Female
Land name: Land In Banking Of Rates
Title: Dealer Of Fate
Specibus: Casekind
Fetch Modus: Supply And Demand Modus

[Catenstein]

And then suddenly Cat got in on this;



Your name is ESWYNN SINCCI. You like ART, although you are only SUB-PAR at it. You never go anywhere without your trusty MARKER, with which you draw on everything. OTHERS, the WALLS, YOURSELF. Everything. This tends to upset people and DRIVE THEM AWAY. On top of that, you’re BLUNT, DUMB and OBNOXIOUS. You're really CLUMSY, so you don't like to ROUGH HOUSE. Even when just walking you will TRIP AND FALL FLAT ON YOUR UGLY MUG. This leaves you covered in BRUISES AND CUTS often. You have PLENTY OF SCARS because of this, but you lie and tell people they're BATTLE WOUNDS. You’re blind to your own faults and tend to seem somewhat EGOTISTICAL. Especially when it comes to your “MASTERPIECES”.

You like to think of every acquaintance you ever meet as your FRIEND, and you’re fantastic at remembering NAMES and FACES. You tend to get OVEREXCITED about the littlest things, and usually drag people, much to their dislike, into your PROBLEMS and FEELINGS. Although your hair is GOD AWFUL and UNRULY, you have PERFECT SIGHT, especially when it comes to your “EYE FOR ART”. Your emblem is an EYE that is usually used when referring to GREAT ARTISTS. Which you’re NOT.

Your strife specibus is MARKERKIND. You can draw a picture and it’ll become a reality…However due to your SOMEWHAT SHITTY DRAWING SKILLS, the reality looks equally as SHITTY, sometimes even DISTURBING, so you’re not allowed to use it OFTEN. When feeling lonely you try to create FRIENDS with said skill, but all you manage to create is UNHOLY MONSTERS that need to be destroyed immediately.

You’re AMBIDEXTROUS.

All of your SHITTY TATTOOS are FAKE, and wash off easily. You CHANGE THEM EVERYDAY.

You have ugly PEACH colored blood, and your lusus is a LAZY BITCH who somewhat resembles the human-sleep-beast called a SLOTH.

You love chatting with your “FRIENDS” on Trollian, but you’re often BLOCKED and those who are nice enough to put up with you REGRET IT EVERY SECOND OF THEIR LIFE, DEAR GOD. Your trolltag is abradedArtisan and you speak in a manner that y()u c()ns|der wh|ms|cal, but ()thers usually c()ns|der stup|d!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’re also fond of using (o)E as an emote— You claim it’s an EYE WITH EYELASHES, but that just sounds LAME ASS.

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Age: 8 and a half solar sweeps
Gender: Female
Land name: Land of Ink and Eyeballs
Title: Captive of Pen
Specibi; MarkerKind
Fetch Modus: hopscotch kind; she draws a ((terrible)) hopscotch board, with the items in the squares, and jumps to which ever she wants. This usually leaves her flat on her face, but whatever works.

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Wittle Eswynn and her lusus, LAZYBITCH


This one was drawn by my bro Holden, but I've got permission to post it and all that

Hope I'm not too late or anything! And this'll be my first roleplay like this so I'm a wee bit nervous!

[Holden]

Okay, Cat told me to join so...
hopefully there's still a spot for male trolls?




Sorry, I've had Obelus around before I realized we were full up on yellow bloods! So, for this roleplay, he'll have Teal blood. Since I'm a tad too lazy to recolor the pictures, just imagine all these pre-drawings of him as teal rather than yellow! Sorry again, guyssss

Your name is OBELUS RHELIX. You’re a MASTER MUSICIAN, able to play any instrument you come across, although your favorite is the PIANO.

You’re ANAL RETENTIVE, a TIGHT-ASS and a PERFECTIONIST. You’re a pretty CHILL BRO most of the time, and at least pretend to be a major COOL GUY, however everyone sees through your cool guy routine, and sees you for the PARANOID BITCH you actually are. You tend to have ANXIETY ATTACKS at the SIMPLEST MISTAKES due to your MASSIVE OCD. You dwell on PAST EVENTS, playing and replaying how it all went down in your head, and thinking over all the things you COULD HAVE DONE DIFFERENTLY. You also need to be ENDLESSLY ASSURED THAT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB, which makes you come off as a bit WHINY and CLINGY sometimes. You also have the need to BE LIKED BY EVERYONE, but you don’t go out of your way to please them. In fact, you usually go out of your way to be a BLUNT BITCH.

You don’t know how to react to RELATIONSHIPS OF ANY KIND, any sort of advance leaves you FREAKING OUT and PARANOID. Nobody so far is PERFECT ENOUGH for you. People flaws put you in FOUL MOODS.

Your strife specibus is PIANOKIND, in which HOLOGRAPHIC-LOOKING PIANO KEYS appear in front of you, with which you can create MASSIVE EARTH LANDQUAKES with.

You’re not FASHIONABLE at all, and have a love for UGLY ASS SWEATERS. You also have a love for WRITING CLASSICAL MUSIC, and SINGING YOURSELF TO SLEEP. Everyone seems to somehow know this little fact, and usually MAKE FUN OF YOU for it. You deny it WITH YOUR LIFE, though.

Overall you’re a MUSICALLY-INCLINED, PARANOID, WHINY BITCH of a troll, who needs a pat on the back EVERY FEW SECONDS.

You don’t care much for talking to others, considering you basically HATE PEOPLE. But you start to have massive PANIC ATTACKS when left alone, thinking about all the things the OTHERS ARE PROBABLY SAYING BEHIND YOUR BACK. So you talk to them anyways. Your trolltag is agitatedAcoustics, and you’re typing quirk i♪ mu♪ical, and calm, unle♪♪ you’re totally freaking out, in w♫ic♫ ca♪e yuo begni to jumbel your lettre♪ and get w♫inyyyy!!!

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Age: 8 solar sweeps
Gender: Male
Land name: Land of Music and Paranoia
Title: Bard of Sound
Specibi; pianoKind
Fetch Modus: soundKind. You either play a note on an instrument or sing it and you get that item. Problem is, you don't know what note goes with what item.

Under the spoiler is a picture of Obelus with his lusus, Beanie, and a goofy drawing Cat drew of him...

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[ChameleonSushi]

ALL THREE OF YOU: In. Right now. *Shoves all dem characters in the character list*

[Holden]

Oh noooo,
I just realized you said you were full on yellow bloods! Wuhhoops.
I guess I can change it if you need me to

[ChameleonSushi]

Ah, I'm glad you noticed that~! XD

If you could change it, I'd be very appreciative of that; Keep up the variety in the session, you know? ^u^

[EDIT: Were you planning on switching out to another troll, or changing his blood color? If you're just doing that, then I'll put you in anyways~]

[Holden]

Sure thing!
I don't really want to recolor the picture, though...Would it be okay if I gave him a different blood color, but just say he likes the color yellow? Hence his wardrobe? But I'd change his text color, too. That yellow is so obnoxious..

If not, I'm totally fine with tweaking the colors a bit.

[ChameleonSushi]

Yeah, I understand. I won't make you re-do anything if it's too much trouble; go ahead and just say you swapped it~

So then...what will the new color be~? XD

[BewareOfNerd]

Plus too many yellowblood trolls would make my racist blueblood uncomfortable.

[Holden]

Uhh, I think I'll go with a tealish color, I suppose! I'll edit the entry now.

[Mr. Flax]

[Hacker Profile]

>Be a troll.

Troll? No way! If you used the NilateNet for something like that, you'd lose your job for sure! (And probably your head.)

>Then be the... Uh... Whatever you are.

As you wish.

You are now Niquesquat'Wurolin Cinoxo'Putesay Megno'Juqiyush, since your eggmother insisted on naming you by the old naming traditions. Your race's naming scheme, much like most other aspects of your race, were deemed impractical by the Nilate when they liberated your planet though, so technically you are now Ni'Ci Megnoj in accordance to official naming standards. You are an Avelom, but that really doesn't matter much these days.

About six hundred planetary rotations ago, the Aveloms were a mostly ineffectual, tribal species who spent their time killing eachother mercilessly over incredibly trivial things. Eventually Avelo was invaded by the technologically advanced Nilate, who promptly began providing their advanced weaponry to one tribe to tip the scales of the battle, watched as the tribe conquered the planet, and proceeded to betray the tribe, conquer your species, and indoctrinate the Aveloms into the ever growing Nilate empire.

You see the Nilate are fat. Not just fat, but morbidly, insanely, unimaginably fat, to the point of complete immobility. The lives of all of the other Nilate are managed by twelve Nilate Ambassadors, who are chosen at birth to carry out the task of not becoming incredibly fat so they can manage the species. Thanks to the Nilate's incredibly lengthy lifespan, coupled with their unquenchable appetites, the Nilate have effectively run out of resources for their own planet, forcing the Ambassadors to start seeking means of gathering resources from other planets, usually through enslaving that planet's species and re-purposing them for various means.

Under most circumstances, you would be a farmer like nearly every other Avelom, growing crops to be harvested and fed to your benevolent Nilate overlords. However, you were lucky enough to be picked to serve as a Seeker for the NilateNet. As a seeker, your job is to try to pick up foreign connections from species on undiscovered planets, learn the ways of their species, and report your findings to the Nilate Ambassadors, so that they may begin planning the takeover of that planet. Of all the non-farming jobs you could have gotten, this is by far the cosiest one, especially when the other options include such tasks as being flown out to the Nilate's home planet for "Nilate Feeding and Waste Management."

You're what some would describe as worried or perhaps even paranoid, but in reality you're just cautious. After all, your job is vital for ensuring the continuation of the Nilate species, and the nilate are vital for maintaining your way of life. Sure, some may accuse them of stripping your species of dignity and identity, but they've also made the Aveloms completely safe. Thinking of those stories of the old Avelom's scare you- all of that war and fighting sounds horrible! You can hardly imagine how any civilization could survive without every aspect of each citizen's life being managed by a responsible, intelligent species like the Nilate. They're really helping in the long run after all- there hasn't been a war or even a murder on Avelo since they took over! You may no longer be a race of warriors, but at least you're all safe!

Your job admittedly leaves you with a lot of spare time. When you're not looking for connections with other species or interacting with the Greys, a race that turned out to be just as advanced as the Nilate and thus far have stubbornly refused to be conquered, you are left without much else to do. Since the other Seekers in your seekerblock all refuse to talk to you for various reasons, you pass the time by reading the codexes on various species conquered by the Nilate, studying ancient Avelom war poetry (and occasionally trying to imitate it) roleplaying with Seekers in other seekerblocks, and trying to strike up friendly conversation with various alien species through the NilateNet, though most of them find your often eccentric mannerisms off-putting.

your NilateNet handle is aveloSeeker, and yy--you t-tend to stutter at the start of sentences, b--bbut you always make sure to sound as friendly as possible!

[paradoxette]

... yup, let's have weird time shit and weird plot shit. this is a call out on my unfinished math-themed 12 trolls sgrub session project. (all 12 trolls mine. all of them.)

this guy here is a hacker, but his species is troll, but he's from the future.



You're DRIX NAIGN, or squareRoute via trollian. You're a hacker. You're always serious and you push yourself to be at your best. You are very competent in technology and tactics, you make all your fetch and store modi yourself and you've expanded your strife portfolio to include almost everything. Currently you use the most efficient modi set, the DATABASE MODUS. It has search inquiries and everything. It's basically the most convinient thing ever, but of course nowadays you don't use it much.

You played SGRUB too, with 11 other trolls. Due to some shenanigans, you somehow ended up alone in your planet, it having strayed out of it's orbit and now floating near the furthest ring. Thinking that you're in a doomed timeline (most likely true), you decide to just have fun while you still can, because you're hell bent on having fun to prove to others that you can have fun too... ...doesn't matter now, the others aren't there anymore...

...They used to say that you're way too serious and you should have some fun. You tried to prove it against them by having fun all the time, but they still don't see it. What gives. (They'll never see it now.) Anyways you've found out a reliable way to access the past by using the furthest ring's unstable time continuity, and it is with this wonky addled-timeline connection that you will meddle with this session to prove that you're having fun. By that, you mean to have all the fun you can have while you still can.

[kittentoes]

Hi, someone directed me here, so I'm making an application with my brownblood! Thanks for your time.

> Be the angry hivecleaner.



Your name is GALLIA WOU.

You are usually VERY DOUR, except on matters of THINGS TO DO WITH BLUEBERRIES. You adore blueberries. They remind you of the WONDERFUL COLOUR your blood isn't. You're KIND OF HUNG UP about your lack of psychic abilities, which you hide behind a FACADE OF SARDONISM. You're very INEXPERIENCED about the world, because you and your lusus are LIVE-IN HIVECLEANERS for a blueblooded troll who destroyed your own hive, and you therefore DON'T GET OUT MUCH. Despite your BITTER OBSTINACY, you're used to taking orders.

You have an AMATEUR INTEREST in chemistry, in the belief that it will MAKE UP FOR YOUR LACK OF MIND POWERS. In your spare time you enjoy BOXING, which you're surprisingly good at, given your UNUSUAL STRENGTH. But ever since you sent your boss flying into her wall, you've been RESTRICTED to practicing your left hooks in your room! You are both disinterested in and disturbed by displays of MATING RITUALS. You secretly hope to one day join the distinguished ranks of the CHEMISLAYERS, though it's much more likely you'll remain A SIMPLE SERVANT.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is equipped with the GLOVEKIND, and you possess the MAID FETCH MODUS. To retrieve things from it, you must be cleaning!

Your LUSUS is a horse who maintains Miss Arisme's lawns by eating the grass. Actually, mostly he just tears up the ground with his hooves and makes more work for you, but you're still quite fond of him.

Your trolltag is equineReaction, you Tend Tou emphasise your Ts, and you can'T prounounce 'Ou' wiThouT adding a 'U'.

Age: 7 Sweeps
Gender: Female
Land name: Land of Alchemy and Magic
Title: Knave of Heart
Specibi: gloveKind - boxing gloves!
Fetch Modus: maidKind - you must be cleaning something to retrieve an item!

[Monster X]

So I improved my character's face again, so he looks a bit less... artificial. I... lessee... shrunk the eyes, thickened the stache, moved the eyes up, largenated the hair, and then flipped one of his eyes.

Sorry about the updateblitz.

[Mr. Flax]

Touched up on Ni'Ci's profile a bit, and fixed the picture.

Come on guys, this actually seems like a really, really cool idea. Let's get some more apps in here!

[ChameleonSushi]

Everyone who's apped, you're all clear and set to go~!

NARFnra: I'll make sure to do that~

[EDIT: Mr. Flax: Ah, alrighty then, and thanks for the support! X3]

[Catenstein]

I hope it's okay, but I went and advertised this on my Tumblr!
I...I probably should have asked ahead of time...sorry!

I think I got a few people to take a look and ((hopefully)) even make some characters for it!

[obscureHeiroglyph]

Hello!
Could I reserve the place of a female troll? Would that be okay? ;u;

[AerostarMonk]

I have someone I'd like to enter, but I don't know if you'd allow it. For one thing I haven pictures of the guy because I can't draw. For another I was lead here by tumblr and not necessarily part of the crowd. Heck, this is even my first post.

I'm not quite sure what to do.

Suffice to say I have a hacker candidate.