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Star Trek: I TOLD YOU ABOUT PARALLEL UNIVERSES, MAN! I WARNED YOU DOG!
Well, I haven't been on this forum for very long, but I'd like to try my hand at this.
First of all, general rules out of the way (most of which have been stolen).
1. No God moding (No auto-hitting/killing against other players or higher strength enemies, etc)
2. Keep discussions civil; if you have a dispute over anything in the RP, attempt to resolve the matter in a calm and collected manner {speak to me about it if need be}, if you have a dispute over something outside the RP, please try to avoid letting it interfere with your actions IC.
3. Remain active; if you believe you'll be absent for any long period of time, acknowledge this in the OOC thread. If you do not and are absent for more than a week when your input is required, or if you are unable to post when your input is required for three weeks for any reason, you will be kicked.
4. In order to submit a {pair of} character{s}, PM me the character{s}, once normally and underneath in HTML format (use the 'HTML' button; this is so I can cut and paste it directly into the thread) using the title "Fearful Symmetry" if you intend to play a pair of humans and "Double Vision" if you intend to play a troll (yay for making sure people read the rules).
Now that that's out of the way;
Troll opening
You shouldn't have rested so long. See what happens when you hesitate?
So you beat the Black King. A suitably difficult challenge for your small but {by the end}experienced group; your victory was hard fought for and all the sweeter for it. The ten of you stood upon the floating platform, tired from the long fight and savouring the taking of your ultimate reward.
And something happened.
You still aren't quite sure what it was; nobody got a very good glance at it. It was glowing with green energy. You think. It came speeding out of the darkness. Before anyone had a chance to react, it'd already reached the new universe. And the both vanished. It seemed your reward had been snatched from your fingers just as you were about to make use of it.
After much arguing over the next course of action, you collectively decided to set up a base in the veil inside one of the many abandoned facilities, whilst attempting to find out just what the hell happened. Using the equipment found in the lab, you managed to locate your universe; it seemed it'd already progressed to a rather developed point. Your time player manages to create a zone inside the laboratory in which time is synchronised with the universe, with your intentions of finally entering. Whilst it seemed you wouldn't be the masters of the new universe, perhaps you'd be able to wrest power from its current inhabitants; a curious hornless humanoid species. Bunch of pansies it appeared.
It took you weeks to finally get the transportalizers in the facility to lock onto the co-ordinates universe, yet it seemed you still were unable to enter. Error messages about 'multiple conflicting positions detected'. CPOS.
That was that it seemed. A lack of hope permeated the group and boredom set in. Whilst a few continued to try to worry an answer from the limitted resources they had access to, other trolls decided to attempt interaction with the natives to try and stave off cabin fever; someone to talk to other than the seven other trolls they had been forced to stay around the past few weeks.
Perhaps by fate, your group's efforts centred around a small group of friends; each member was approximately six sweeps, just like your group. Yet... There was something different about each of your perceptions of this group. It was as if the 'humans' were interacting with a completely different group than your fellows trolls relayed to you...
Human Opening {Timeline 1}
Well bluh.
It's been a weird few weeks and you can tell the weirdness ain't gonna stop any time in the near future. First came the person who kept automatically joining your friends list {whether you blocked them or not remains to be seen}. Claimed to be an alien or some such shit. They were definitely a Troll, you can tell that much. Then came the dreams (especially an anomaly for those with awoken dreamselves). Unnaturally vivid. Almost like memories. But you never experienced those events and you're nothing like the person you 'were' in them. Well feh; dreams are dreams. They don't have to mean anything.
Well, SBURB's coming out pretty soon. Should be pretty good. You've already organised the small group you're going to play it with. Good times with your friends, y'know?
Human Opening {Timeline 2}
Well bluh.
It's been a weird few weeks and you can tell the weirdness ain't gonna stop any time in the near future. First came the person who kept automatically joining your friends list {whether you blocked them or not remains to be seen}. Claimed to be an alien or some such shit. They were definitely a Troll, you can tell that much. Then came the dreams (especially an anomaly for those with awoken dreamselves). Unnaturally vivid. Almost like memories. But you never experienced those events and you're nothing like the person you 'were' in them. Well feh; dreams are dreams. They don't have to mean anything.
Well, SBURB's coming out pretty soon. Should be pretty good. You've already organised the small group you're going to play it with. Good times with your friends, y'know?
Yes; two parallel universes playing SBURB at the same time, and eventually joining together. The only thing different about each universe are the SBURB players; a single decision was different, and as a result, there are great changes to their personality/lives. Each human player will be creating and controlling two characters; one from each timeline. Most of the human spots have been reserved at this point, but there are currently no trolls reserved at the moment.
Before PMing your character, please note I'll be looking for logical 'splits' in the human characters, not just 'I'M FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE; I AM TEH EVILS/OPPOSITE OF MY OTHER HALF NOW, BLUH'. If you are accepted, I shall edit your character into the opening post. Your character's pesterchum account should have the same initials as their opposite's.
Due to the lack of interest in playing humans, I've reduced the number of players to 6, although if anyone wants, they are welcome to join.
Humans:
1. Alex/ander Hasting {Me}
2. Liz/Lisa Newman {NeonProdigy}
3. Trey Ruddick {Eightblade}
4. Sara Joncker {Tamaratan}
5. Zack/ary Palast {Charred_GP}
6. Luke/Lucas Kraven {AwesomeIncarnate}
Alex/ander Hasting
> Be the laid back Joker
You are now Alex Hasting. You have a number of interests such as mathematics and high literature, but you keep these under your proverbial hat and only let people know of your more 'normal' interests; video games and cue sports. This is because you consider yourself significantly less intelligent than you really are due to your massive confidence issues, caused by you being the youngest of three siblings, of which the elder two are highly successful. At least you're very good at snooker. And pool. And billiards. And anything which has a cue, really.
Your chumhandle is cuestickMaster and u speak wit plenty of net slang, abbrv. and chatspk. LOL! Your strife specibus is cueKind and your fetch modus is Shuffle modus (only one card can be accessed at any time, but the card changes continuously in a random pattern). Your title will be the Juror of Heart in the Land of Lightning and Moonlight
> Be the not so laid back Snarker
You are now Alexander Hasting. Never Alex. You have a number of interests such as video games and old weaponry, but you keep these under your proverbial hat and only let people know of your more snooty interests; mathematics and computer coding. This is because you attempt to portray yourself as highly intelligent and snarky, in the attempt to hide your massive confidence issues. The fact you think you can't actually do anything better than your siblings really hits you hard; perhaps if you hadn't given up playing things like pool when you were young, you'd be pretty good by now, but that's irrelevant.
Your chumhandle is clearlyMysterious and you always speak with correct grammar as any mature person would. Your strife specibus is machinegunKind (although your only one is an old WWII model that doesn't work anymore) and your fetch modus is Cycle modus (only one card can be accessed at any time, but the card changes continuously, in a predictable pattern). Your title will be the Scion of Mind in the Land of Surf and Canyons.
Liz/Lisa Newman
Oh, awesome! Your mom is doing whatever you want to do for your tenth birthday! Where do you have her taaaaaaaaskdlgalskld;hadgbjfkabd-ERROR
>Be the Tomboy
Your name is LISA NEWMAN, although you prefer LIZ, and you're something of a TOMBOY. Three years ago, on your tenth birthday, you asked your mother to take you to see an airshow, and you've been fascinated by the sky ever since! You really want to be a PILOT someday. You also love RUNNING and being FAST. If you were old enough, you would totally buy an awesome car or a motorcycle. Until then, you'll have to stick with your trusty BIKE. You're not very interested in SPORTS, but you do occasionally play SOCCER. You love playing FIGHTING GAMES, but you don't really have anyone around to play with. You sometimes like to use your spearKind Strife Specibus to pretend you're a Barbarian Queen on a post-apocalyptic Earth.
Your Chumhandle is nitroParasol and you ==throw your words around==>
You will eventually ascend to your place as the Monk of Breath in the Land of Song and Temples. And man, you're going to hate how BORING it is! The stupid choir singing never stops, and you actually look forward to fights with monsters just to break up the monotony of all these abandoned temples!
>Be the Spacey One
Your name is LISA NEWMAN, and you're a little SPACEY. Three years ago, on your tenth birthday, you asked your mother to take you to the library. The two of you spent the entire day reading, as the steady sound of rain outside lulled you into a sense of comfort. Consequently, you love the RAIN, and make use of your umbrellaKind Strife Specibus to keep your head dry, even as you stomp around through mud puddles in your bare feet. You are an avid READER, and you especially love FANTASY BOOKS, especially ones about kids about your age that go on MAGICAL ADVENTURES. You also love playing JAPANESE ROLE PLAYING GAMES. You are secretly an AVID SHIPPER, and sometimes write FANFICTION. You no doubt have already started shipping your friends with each other.
Your Chumhandle is newestPhenomenon and you like^to^dance^among^the^rain^drops
You will eventually ascend to your place as the Scribe of Peace in the Land of Glass and Chains. Your land is a huge hassle, what with all the giant broken glass spires and massive chains that you have to climb to get anywhere.
Zack/ary Palast
>Be the patient nerd
You do so quite easily. Your name is ZACH PALAST. Your PARENTS divorced a while ago, and you decided to live with your MOM. She doesn't earn as much as your DAD does, but you're by no means poor. You have a variety of INTERESTS, including VIDEO GAMES, ANIME, and COMICS. You are OBSESSED with STEALTH GAMES, and your favorite is the relatively unknown THIEF series. You like to think of yourself as quite INTELLIGENT and CLEVER, but mostly you just come off as ARROGANT. Your Chumhandle is stealthyProfessor, and you Speak in a very precise manner.
Strife Specibus: Swordkind
Land: LOFAF (Land of Forests and Frogs)
Guardian: MOM
Title: Mage of Space
Fetch Modus: Memory Card (Limited space, based on size and weight. Does not accept a new item if full)
>Be the rich douchebag
Good choice. Your name is ZACHARY PALAST. Your PARENTS divorced a while ago, and you decided to live with your DAD. He is a CEO of a multi-million dollar INFORMATION GATHERING COMPANY. This mainly amounts to SPYING ON OTHER BUSINESSES and BLACKMAIL, but you don't know that, which is pretty unfortunate, since you ARE ONE DAY GOING TO RUN THE COMPANY, according to your DAD. You are a completely SPOILED BASTARD, and have many interests such as BUSINESS and GOLF. Your Chumhandle is sapphirePolitical and you keep your eye$ on the prize
Strife Specibus: Canekind
Land: LOSAH (Land of Sand and Heat)
Guardian: DAD
Title: Guide of Oath
Fetch Modus: Wallet Modus
Trey Ruddick
>Be the prodigy
You fail! Mainly because you are too busy being the HOT HEADED LOUDMOUTH. But you're getting ahead of yourself, introductions first! Your name is TREY RUDDICK and you are THIRTEEN years old.
You live with your UNCLE, a former heavy weight boxing champion turned ENTREPRENEUR. Due to this, you live on a MASSIVE BOAT in the middle of NOWHERE. This, however, doesn't stop you from being CONSTANTLY BUSY.
You see, your UNCLE is VERY INSISTENT that you learn the ART OF GENTLEMANLY COMBAT, aka BOXING. Which you don't mind, really, you find boxing PRETTY INTERESTING and are PRETTY GOOD at it. But he never shuts up about it, and insists that you should learn THE HARD WAY, meaning he routinely beats the crap out of you. Fortunately, this has made you EXTREMELY TOUGH.
Personality wise? You are HOTHEADED and BOISTEROUS and like to think of yourself as a TOUGH GUY. You can also be RATHER MEAN, depending on the person. But that's okay, because being mean is part of being a TOUGH GUY!
INTERESTS? You have some. You are very in SCIENCE FICTION and collect many MODELS of various SPACE WEAPONDRY. You also have a keen interest in EXOTIC ANIMALS and collect them as PETS, although you'd never admit to owning the CUTE ones. Due to this and your UNCLE, you have allocated your strifespecibi to GLOVEKIND. You use the CAGE fetch modus, wherein you place items down on a grid. If an item is fully surrounded by other items, it cannot be retrieved.
Your chumhandle isseaboundSlugger AND YOU TYPE IN ALL CAPS, BECAUSE YOU LIKE TO BE HEARD.
>Be the normal kid
You fail completely! Instead you are now the DOWN TO EARTH FREAK. But introductions are in order, sorry to be impolite. Your name is TREY RUDDICK and you are, of course, THIRTEEN years old.
You live with your AUNT, a once famous FORTUNE TELLER turned ANTIQUE SHOP OWNER. Like her, you are a talented PSYCHIC. However, you powers are UNDERDEVELOPED, all you can do is telekinesis. This isn't helped by your AUNT'S bad habit of trying to teach you via NAGGING. You are also RATHER INSECURE about your powers, usually act like you don't have them.
Interests? You have a variety of them. You are a great fan of FANTASY and collect almost anything fantasy related. Well, anything you can afford, which isn't very much. You are also rather fond of MUSICALS, especially the sappy romantic ones. Although you'd sooner die than admit it.
Otherwise? You're a pretty NICE guy, although you have been known to have a temper. Oh, and you use SPOONKIND as your strife. Yeah, you know, not the most practical. But you could never afford BLADEKIND like you've always dreamed of. You also use the EXPLOSION modus, which is rather easy to use but hard to master. Basically, you can pick any item with ease. However, said item then goes ROCKETING out of your modus with varying degrees of speed, usually straight into a wall. You usually have a hard time catching it, making it utterly useless for most things.
Your chumhandle is scryingSwordsman and you talk in a laid back manner, you like to think
Sara Joncker
>Be the VIOLENT HOTHEAD
That's not very accurate! OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE NIT would be much better.
Anyways.
You are SARA JONCKER. Your INTERESTS all seem to revolve one thing- SOCCER. Soccer is your PASSION. You can play FORWARD, MIDFIELD, and DEFENSE, though the GOALIE spot is your weakness. You are almost always PRACTICING, and this tends to eat up all of your free time. So much so, in fact, that you do not get along with your fellow teammates at all. They let you keep playing with THE ROCKETS only because you are the BEST PLAYER ON THE TEAM. In fact, you have won enough TROPHIES to have a SHELF full of them.
When you are not PRACTICING or ACTUALLY PLAYING soccer, you focus on your MEMORABILIA COLLECTION. You collect just about ANY soccer-related item you can find, from TRADING CARDS or BOBBLE-HEADS to a set of VUVUZELAS that you sometimes use to vent FRUSTRATION.
Why do you get frustrated? Well, usually when things do not go to PLAN. You tend to plan EVERYTHING out. For example, you are going to go to STANFORD UNIVERSITY to MAJOR in soccer, and after your graduate you will IMMEDIATELY BE PICKED FOR SOME HIGH-RANKING TEAM. You haven't decided which team yet, but you know they will be GOOD, because only a GOOD team will be able to have YOU as their player.
Academics-wise, you are RATHER LACKING, due to years of IGNORING CLASS. You keep yourself afloat with your NATURAL MATH SKILLS, though you fear you may start slipping when you enter high school. You have considered using the HALF-HOUR you reserve every day for playing STRATEGIC SOCCER GAMES as time for STUDYING, though your ONLINE FRIENDS have convinced you to play some sort of COMPUTER GAME with them instead.
Your Chumhandle is blazingStriker, and ┫Y●U H▲▼E ▲ R▲THER HE▲▼Y-S●UNDING W▲Y ●F SPE▲KING┣. You will eventually become the Valkyrie of Life.
>Be the DELUSIONAL LOUDMOUTH
Okay!
Your name is SARA JONCKER, also known by your PEN NAME, OPAL APLIES. Your INTERESTS all seem to revolve around one thing- WRITING. Writing is your PASSION. Even if you lack any sort of TALENT, you are TOTALLY DETERMINED to be the BEST writer EVER. You've read all the ONLINE GUIDES and STORYTELLING HOW-TO BOOKS you could find to try and amass as much writing skill as possible. You have PILES OF PRINT-OUTS of said guides- at least 3 copies each!- and your bookshelves are full of your other books. You read so much on how to be a writer, in fact, that you NEGLECT READING ACTUAL BOOKS SOMETIMES. However, when you do read, you have a thing for FANTASY.
Naturally, you WRITE fantasy as well. Your current story is about a girl who INHERITS a MAGIC LOCKET from her mother and FIGHTS MOBSTERS. You're not really sure how it's going to end, but you think it's the COOLEST STORY EVER. It will be published someday and you will be SO FAMOUS. SPECTACULARLY, AMAZINGLY, AWESOMELY FAMOUS.
Besides that, you enjoy ROLEPLAYING with various people online. It's a good thing you MOVED after you BROKE YOUR LEG in a soccer-related incident- most of your old peers seem to have thought you were an UNSOCIAL BITCH for some reason. But no longer! You now have some ONLINE FRIENDS now! You talk with them and sometimes PLAY VIDEO GAMES together! It's not like you SECRETLY ANGST ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOUR SOCIAL CIRCLE IS LIMITED TO 5 PEOPLE YOU'VE NEVER MET or anything like that. And you TOTALLY DON'T OVER-COMPENSATE BY BEING IRRITATINGLY OPTIMISTIC. NOT AT ALL. That'd be too much like one of those TERRIBLE FANFIC that go around USES CHARACTERS THAT AREN'T THEIR OWN and PAIRING UP PEOPLE WHO AREN'T INTERESTED IN EACH OTHER IN CANON.
ANYWAYS. Your Chumhandle is bewilderingSaga and ☆・:* :You tend to type in a way that makes your text shimmery, glittery, and sparkily: *:・.★. You will eventually become the Druid of Eclipse, though you haven't the slightest idea what that means.
Luke/Lucase Kraven
>Be the zombie-obsessed weirdo
Your name is LUCAS KRAVEN, and today you turn the age of 13, though only a few of your ONLINE FRIENDS and your COUSIN know. Unfortunately, since you are COMPLETELY DIRT POOR, you were not given any PRESENTS this year. Instead, you decided to go on your own hunt for presents of which you could ACTUALLY USE in REAL LIFE SITUATIONS, such as FIRST PERSON SHOOTERS. This birthday is especially big for you considering you have a GENERAL FEELING that this is going to be an important year. You take that GENERAL FEELING to indicate the INEVITABLE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, of which your online friends know you are OBSESSED WITH. You have slowly gathered a collection of STUPID SHIT and BOOKS on how to survive the ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. You have been HIGHLY INTERESTED in this since you saw this TOTALLY SWEET B- movie on ZOMBIES. However, you are ALSO interested in CLASSIFYING PLANTS and have NUMEROUS HANDBOOKS on the matter, though really it's only because you know you'll need this knowledge in the case of Z-DAY.
Your Chumhandle is undeadMasochist, and you tend to speak in an !ncred!bly exc!ted manner!
>Be the funny guy
Your name is LUCAS KRAVEN, though you rather prefer LUKE as it is a MUCH COOLER NAME. Today just HAPPENS TO BE YOUR BIRTHDAY, though you haven't told many people about it AT ALL. Thankfully, your cousin gave you this SWEET TOPHAT as a present for your birthday, which perfectly compliments your AMAZINGLY DAPPER MONOCLE. It makes you look much more BRITISH, and although you cannot trace your origins to BRITAIN AT ALL, you rather enjoy British HUMOR, as well as their ACCENTS. Your primary interest is in HUMOR OF ALL KINDS, and tend to READ NOVELS ON THE SUBJECT, though you are not ALWAYS very FUNNY. You tend to treat many things as if they are a JOKE, and are very LIGHT HEARTED. Your other INTERESTS include several forms of SCIENCE, such as BIOLOGY, though you NEVER make a NERD JOKE, as they are LAME. You tend to be NICE to people as long as they are NICE to you, though if they aren't, you do not really mind, you will just make everything IN GOOD HUMOUR.
Your Chumhandle is ultimateMisconduct, and you Tend to speak in a rather eloquent manner, as all honourable men should~
Trolls:
1. Alstro Lamaze {resoundingBeat}
2. Alainn Vaikus {Stinatron}
3. Meiris Pelaso {Zilvera}
4. Shikra Sekmet {Katrika}
5. Adelio Volper {Douhneil}
6. Ninian Nerida {Moolish}
7. Belida Turnin {PepperedFox}
8. Kaisus Lorren {HazardousFizzlejoker}
Alstro Lamaze
You are now Alstro Lamaze.
First of all, you enjoy SPY-RELATED SHENANIGANS. You've always been into the cloak-and-dagger sort of lifestyle, and have always dreamed of one day becoming an UNDERCOVER AGENT. Because of this and your REDICULOUS DEDICATION, you've spent your entire life training to be in shape for the job. Because of this, you're extremely SELF-DISCIPLINED. But unfortunatly, your body is not quite meant for strength; instead, you focus on your AGILITY. You are an extremely AGILE troll, accomplishing many acrobatic feats. Being agile helps you stay stealthy too, which works extremely well with your SWTCHBLDKIND Strife Specibus.
Because you are always training or putting yourself through some weird, extreme punishment for some reason or other, you are rather lacking in the social department. In which you mean, you have ALMOST NO FEELINGS. Spies can't let feelings get in the way. You got rid of those a long time ago. Somehow you still managed to keep a few friends online, when you give yourself time for the computer. In a weird way, you sort-of look after them and offer them encouraging advice. But for some reason, it usually gets taken the wrong way and they usually get offended. Also, because you lack social experience, you are sort-of PRONE TO BEING MIS-LEAD AND LIED to, which your dumb stupid lusus used to his advantage all the time. Before he died, anyway.
Back when you played SGRUB, you were the Saint of Void, and you inhabited the Land of Hollow and Candles.
Your chumhandle is obscureOperative and you t♦lk in ♦ m♦nner th♦t m♦kes y♦u think ♦f y♦ur h♦rns.
Alainn Vaikus
Your name is ALAINN VAIKUS, and you love STRATEGICS. You're not the cunning type, no. You actually try to be QUITE NICE and POLITE, but you're PRETTY SMART when it comes to SOLVING PUZZLES and BOARD GAMES, both of which you absolutely love. You also love COLLECTING DECORATIVE GUNS and HANGING THEM on the walls of your hive. You couldn't possibly use these piece of shit guns for fighting, but you love to collect them anyway.
Since you are a JADEBLOOD, you have a VIRGIN MOTHER GRUB as a lusus. You also have the sole duty of guarding the MATRIORB, the only hope of the survival of the troll race. You kind of feel burdened by this task, especially since you're probably the only jadeblood left alive after the meteors destroyed Alternia. You just grin and bear it, though.
Your strife specibus is PISTOLKIND. You make sure to keep a pistol on you AT ALL TIMES, no matter where you are. In your session, you were the KING OF SPACE. Your planet was the LAND OF THORNS AND CATHEDRALS.
Your trolltag is alliedAdversary and ye type with a bit o an accent.
Adelio Volper
Your name is ADELIO VOLPER. You used to think you were going to become a great military leader. That was before SBLOCK. That was before you died because of a miscalculation, a lack of trust in the same trolls you professed to fight for. You've worn a mask ever since. A mask is fitting for a ROGUE, after all. However, on the subject of things that have not changed, you are still alive on this rock and still have the same INTERESTS, despite the new body and new title given you by the game. You still like FENCING, DANCING, and KICKSPORT, and your companions are still here, as is your trusty lusus. Your strife specibi are still allocated to WHIPKIND and BLADEKIND, and your weapons have still not failed you. Your trolltag is liberdadAbundante and you speak using some words from the language of your lusus, señor.
Meiris Pelaso
Your name is MEIRIS PELASO, and you love colorful things. You were born COLORBLIND, and as such have to wear SPECTRAGLASSES in order to see the world in color. Your lusus is very OVERPROTECTIVE and would never let you leave your hive, but you didn’t mind; you contented yourself with painting ABSTRACT PATTERNS all over your walls, many of them involving ARC PATTERNS of some sort. Besides painting, you also have an interest in building ROBOTS, which you use to act out various ROLE-PLAY SCENARIOS. These robots are your friends, and you would never destroy them, ever! Well, not on purpose, anyway. Sometimes you get a bit carried away. Accidents happen sometimes, after all.
Your Strife Specibus is BRUSHKIND, and your fetch modus is the PALETTE MODUS. In your session, you were the SEER OF DREAMS. Your planet was the LAND OF METAL AND FOG.
Your trolltag is scatteredSpectrum, and you spEAk wIth An Odd-sOUndIng AccEnt.
Ninian Nerida
Your name is NINIAN NERIDA.
You make a it a hobby to BULLY LOWBLOODS and have even culled quite a few out of boredom when the sea is especially quiet. You seem like a TOTAL BITCH in front of most, but you’re not really like that, just to the lowbloods. Anything below blue makes you PUKE, and you always like to point out your superiority over everyone, even if you are probably one of the few, if not the only highblood there is. It makes you somewhat sad. Your BRUTAL personality makes you somewhat hard to get along with unless if you’re faced with a highblood of equal status or higher (or just an overall awesome troll, but lowbloods aren’t capable of that, so…), in which case you are actually KIND OF A PRETTY COOL TROLL, though you still tend to COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING.
Your HIVE was located deep down in the sea, and it was such a lovely hive! You had put so much effort into making it so AWESOME, but now it’s gone. Baw. Your lusus was also pretty cool, being a giant AXOWHAL – which, in some universes and timelines would be considered a mix between an axolotl and a narwhal. But anyway, she was pretty cool too. Too bad she’s dead now.
Your interests, aside from being a HIGHBLOOD, involve STUFFED BEASTS. You have collected HUNDREDS, though the plushies get pretty soggy and get all ruined in the sea, so you have stowed them away in an abandoned hive near the sea. You also like CULLING LOWBLOODS, but that falls into the whole ‘being a highblood’ thing, so we’ll talk about your interest in FLARPING, and even though you are pretty new at it, you have successfully culled many idiots who stood in your way! But then again, you’ve also had to drag yourself away from quite a few brutal battles. The experience has left you with AWESOME FIGHTING SKILLS. You are efficient with SCYTHES, and therefore you weild the SCYTHEKIND. It may be a little heavy to others, but you find it perfectly easy to hold and use.
In your session, you are the WITCH OF LIFE: the stupid game couldn’t give you ‘death’ for some reason, and you were stuck with a horrible icky unfitting title. Your land, the LAND OF TUNDRA AND DARKNESS is also pretty stupid – it’s frozen, for god’s sake!
And now you're stuck on a rock with a bunch of other trolls you don't really care about. Life sucks.
Your trollian is aristocraticReaper and you like to ☾urve your ☾ ‘s in a manner that reminds both you and others of your s☾ythe, and how you can easily ☾ull them with the sharp ☾urve of its blade.
Belida Turnin
Your name is BELIDA TURIN. You are undoubtedly one of the most FRIENDLY TROLLS ON ALTERNIA.
Well, not exactly. While you do want to make all the friends in the right places, so as to secure enough connections to become a decent ENTREPREKNIGHT, you have an UNFORTUNATE TEMPER PROBLEM and tend to fly into a SCREAMING RAGE at the most inopportune of times. This chases away most trolls, much to your frustration, and only serves to infuriate you even more. As such, you have made a bad habit of PUNCHING WHATEVER'S CLOSEST TO YOU. Goddamn it you will be their friend whether they fucking like it or not!!!!
You aren't too bad a troll, temper aside. Really. You are an ELEGANT AND REFINED lady with a charming smile (though you rarely show it) and quite RUTHLESS when it comes to business matters. You enjoy CUTTING HARD DEALS with everyone and GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE. You reward those who help you. You crush those who don't. You also enjoy a good game of FLARP and an IMPRESSIVE MATHEMATICIAN. And, unlike most others, you have a good, solid ounce of COMMON SENSE.
In your session, you are the DRUID OF BREATH and reside in the LAND OF VAPOR AND PIPES. Or... used to reside, before everything went to hell. You are going to fucking kill the asshole who dared to screw everything up.
Your trolltag is draconicVocation and you $peak in a rather $imple and calm manner... UNLE$$ YOU GET DOWNRIGHT PI$$ED.
Kaisus Lorren
Your name is KAISUS LORREN. You are a LOWBLOOD, so low on the hemospectrum that you don't even think there could be anyone lower than you. But it's ok, you don't really care about that. You rather prefer to shut the VOICES in your head, as they tend to drive you crazy, but you believe that's the price to pay for your PSIONIC ABILITIES. Abilities you often practice, by the way, even though you're not really good at it. Or rather, you believe so.
Your interests are EXPLOSIVE and DEATH, and you tend to combine them pretty well, which always rejoices you. Except maybe when you BLEW UP YOUR LUSUS, but that was an accident. Somewhat. You also believe explosive shut the VOICES in your head, but that's only because it DEAFENS you and therefore you just don't hear them.
Your HIVE was a nice shelter on the top of a mountain, but as soon as you discovered explosives, the mountain somehow weren't stable enough to support your hive, and you're not blaming the multiples experiences with dynamite. Also, your strife specibus is the EXPLOSIVE KIND, which isn't always practical, but it stays efficient. Except UNDERWATER, which is why you hated your planet, the LAND OF OCEANS AND PILLARS. Well at least you had fun blowing up the pillars. And anything living around.
Your trolltag is scatteredOutlaw and YOU'RE SPEAKING VERY LOUDLY BECAUSE YOU'RE QUITE DEAF! YOU ALSO LIKE TO MAKE EXPLOSIVE PUNS!
ALL HUMANS MUST BE 13 YEARS OF AGE! TROLLS MUST BE 6 SWEEPS.
And yes, I know the openings are the same.
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