trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[enragedFingernail]

With your blood being so high I wanna look at it against Fef's to see if it's allowed, shouldn't you be wearing some jewelry?

[Thunder Reign]

> Be the mean elitist highblood



Your name is Naktis Manque, and you are six solar sweeps old and Yøʊ're qʊɫte @ stʊck ʊp hɫghbløøÐÐ søŋ øf @ bɫtch. You tend to expløÐÐe wheŋ t@lkɫŋg tø LOWbløøÐÐs because you completely hate those LOWbløøÐÐs @ŋÐÐ mʊt@ŋt pɫece øf shɫts. However, when talking to blue and purple bloods, your way of talking tends to be quite ÐÐeceŋt @ŋÐÐ ŋɫce @ctʊ@lly. You have Tyrian purple Blood, Whɫch gɫves yøʊ the rɫght tø pretty mʊch scølÐÐ everyøŋe.

You tend to have big words and act like some all knowing leader, Bʊt yøʊ're qʊɫte @ søcɫ@l ÐÐɫs@ster.You always bitch against others how they should tøt@lly bløøÐÐy help yøʊ get frɫeŋÐÐs @lre@ÐÐy. Your troll tag is technoCrusader because you're pretty tech s@vvy, love techno music, and try to propogate your interests. You're not much of a killer even with all that peŋt ʊp h@te før LOWbløøÐÐs.

Although you got several servants. You rather spend all your time behind your bløøÐÐy cømpʊter acting like you're actually busy with stuff. You're quick to beg people, even if they are of lower caste then you, to help you with what you call 'bʊllshɫt'.

Your interests are quite non-existant outside of ch@ttɫŋg vɫgøʊresly and scølÐÐɫŋg LOWbløøÐÐs. You have an uncanny obsession with finding the perfect m@tesprɫt. In this persuit, you honestly don't care if that troll is @ LOWbløøÐÐ ør @ hɫghbløøÐÐ.

During a horrible accident regarding your Lusus getting stuck. You somehow managed to løse yøʊr bløøÐÐy left h@ŋÐÐ which was then replaced by a gølÐÐeŋ prøst@te h@ŋÐÐ.

Your Lusus is a Nocturnal squirrel monkey
Your strife sylladex is the pinkind
And if your friends finally invited you to that game SGRUB, you would be the heɫr øf ÐÐøøm @and your land would be the l@ŋÐÐ øf Rythm @ŋÐÐ Pyrɫte

You t@lk ɫŋ @ ɫŋcreÐÐɫbly cømplɫc@teÐÐ @ŋÐÐ h@rÐÐ tø cømpreheŋÐÐ m@ŋŋer ɟʊst tø pɫss peøple øff eveŋ møre.

Yo, brosephine, this guy has Feferi's blood. That's a no-go, only Feferi is allowed to have hue 330 blood. It's the highest in existence, is grounds for being assassinated by the Troll Empress. Also, you can't use Kanaya's symbol- that's specific to trolls in the jade green caste.

[TheAzureWitch]

Okay, I am going to post one of my trolls, I hope this is good enough. I am sorry but I don't have a sprite or drawing of him. I would like it if you told me what you guys think?

> Be the high-blooded douchebag.
'Fraid you’ll need to be more 6pe6fic, there are a lot of tho6e.

> Very well than, be the useless video-game nerd
6ure thing grubfucker.

You are now Talbit Maisir, a young troll around 6 solar sweeps and a high-ranking indigo-blood to boot. This means that amongst the various land-dwelling castes life for you was pretty easy, never having to worry about being arbitrarily culled or manipulative nobles. And like a majority of the elite nobility you are an unrepentant self-absorbed asshole with a massive ego. If anything positive could be said of your personality it would be that you’re honest, perhaps brutally so. You have little time for conniving word play and half-truths, as you have games to play before sunup. But honesty comes at a steep price, thinking that your better than everyone else and telling them so is a bad idea. You’ve even gotten into trouble with certain members of the Nautical Aristocracy when you mouthed of to them.

You have a variety of interests, dubiously well known on gaming forum as the best gamer with the highest amount of kills and as one of the best hackers on Alternia. These two titles have nothing to do each other whatsoever, despite what the haters say. Luckily you’ve crashed enough computers that they now know that lying about you in such a way is a bad idea. See, you’re an extremely aggressive gamer, willing to do anything to win. Cheating is just another way of winning, a really easy way. This fervent need to win is simple really, you’re the better troll, and therefore you should win. This is why you spend most of your time playing video games, erroneously believing that these skills will be useful in the real world. But they’re a fun way to calm you down whenever you get too flustered or stressed out. You just shut the world out, nothing but you and the console. Unfortunately you sometimes forget your real life responsibilities, like eating, bathing, and sleeping to name a few things. Eventually you just crash, burnt out from these marathon gaming sessions.

You’re also an avid FLARP’er, its only natural that once you mastered the videogames you’d move onto something a little bit more challenging. It’s been a harrowing experience for you; you can’t cheat in this game and have to rely on your grit and determination to win. Luckily your years of playing video games has provided you with an immense amount of knowledge when it comes to things like planning and strategy and builds or else you’d be completely screwed. As an up and coming Gamblignant your weapon of choice is your trusty deck of cards, something you’ve had ever since you were little. They’re a handy and versatile weapon, and even useful when your bored. Care for a game of 52 pickup or Poker anyone?

You live in a barren wasteland far away from everyone, your hive being at the top of a rocky mountainous gorge. You live here because you lusus, ScorpiDad; needs a lot of room to hunt. Unlike a certain l8dy you’re pretty sure he loves you, only attempting a half hearted attempt on your life every other ½sweep or so. Just to keep you on your toes of course.

Your trolltag is bifurcatedLogios and you tend to 6peak in a di6tinct manner a6 though you have trouble pronoun6ng 6ertain 6ound6.

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Name: Talbit Maisir
[pronounced Tall-bit My-uh-zir]
Trolltag: bifurcatedLogios
Gender: Male
Age: 6 solar sweeps
Blood color: Indigo
Strife: Cardkind
Fetch Modus: Talbit has quiet a few gaming modi he’s collected from his FLARPing victims, changing things up whenever he gets too bored. He currently has it set Memory, having to find two matching cards in order to unlock an item.

Typing quirk: He replaces the letters X and S with the number 6, sometimes in places where it doesn’t make sense, and whenever “c” is making the “s” sound. Kind of like this; suggest into 6ugge6t, perplexed into perpl6ed, nation into na6on, and celestial becomes 6le6tial. When I try to think of his quirk being pronounced I tend to hear it over-exaggerated “SH/SH-I” type sounds wherever there is a 6.

[Gentleman]

Name: Alegro Mozora
Blood: Brown (#A25203)
Symbol: Eighth Note
Title: Bard of Time
Lusus: Giant Canary
Trollhandle: wanderingMelody
Land: of Melody and Clockwork
Strife-specibi: Lutekind
Fetchmodus: Melody
Personality: Plucky, Strong wanderlust.
Quirk: I/i = ♪, H/h = ♫, B/b = 8

[Gentleman]

Name: Alegro Mozora
Blood: Brown (#A25203)
Symbol: Eighth Note
Title: Bard of Time
Lusus: Giant Canary
Trollhandle: wanderingMelody
Land: of Melody and Clockwork
Strife-specibi: Lutekind
Fetchmodus: Melody
Personality: Plucky, Strong wanderlust.
Quirk: I/i = ♪, H/h = ♫, B/b = 8

[RiteOfTheGallows]

> Be the chill as fuck bassist.



Your name is Detran Vexona. You are 8 sweeps old, and are one chill dude. You chill quite a bit actually. In fact, you are probably the chillest dude for miles... that is, except for when you occasionally crack and go insane, writing some bitchin' grooves on your bass guitar. You'll write for days, and days, and days on end, not letting up until every last one is perfect in every way.

You are not one for killing. In fact, you avoid it unless it is the only way to perpetuate your own life. You do enjoy living, after all, and killing really isn't very chill.

Unlike killing, your INTERESTS are extremely chill, especially making CHILI. Oh, how you love chili. If you could, you'd spend every last sweep nomming on that shit. But since you can't, you figure you'll spend every other minute playing your BASS GUITAR. You quite enjoy listening to music, as well as playing it. Your favorite bands are DRUNK THINKPAN and AVID SEVENTH EXTREMITY, both very technically distinguished Alternian bands that you are somewhat obsessed with. Your music is heavily influenced by these bands, and it shows in each riff you write.

You are currently searching for other technically proficient musicians such as yourself to from your own technically distinguished band. With this band, you shall travel all over Alternia, performing in front of thousands- no, MILLIONS of trolls world wide. This is not only your current objective, but also your biggest dream. The thought of touring the planet rattles your thinkpan all day, every day, never letting the thought abscond from your very soul.

Your lusus is a fucking huge turtle-like creature, be cause there's nothing more chill than a bloody turtle.

Your Strife Specibus is BASSKIND, because come on. It's a freakin' bass guitar that channels magic and shit... at least, if you were to be playing Sgrub.

Your Fetch Modus is the BITCHIN' GROOVE modus, which requires you to assign a unique bass line to each item that you captchalogue. Unfortunately, you tend to forget some of the riffs you've written in times of dire need.

Your trolltag is xanthinicMetronome, and you speAk in A wAy ThAT 7ery well reflecTs your eXTreme inTeresT in TechnicAlly DisTinguisheD music.

If you were to participate in Sgrub, you'd be the MAGE OF SOUND in the LAND OF SONIC RHYTHM.

Detran Vexona, you are one chill motherfucker.

[darkArisen]

==> Enter name.

Your name is SOLARI AGREMR (Solari= Sun, Agremr= Grammar). You are 8 SWEEPS OLD. You are very mild-tempered, easygoing, and very flirtatious. You love cocktails and sunsets and other romantic gooey things.

Your INTERESTS include TEA and ASTRONOMY. During the day, you go out into your lawnring and pick the TEA you have planted there, which you usually brew and drink. Sometimes you sell it for extra cash. You love ASTRONOMY so much that you use SOLAR FETCH MODUS. One item acts as the center, and all other items orbit around it. (If you remove the central item, all items fall out. It is very similar to a TREE MODUS.)

You lusus--Mulattamom--is a monkey. (A Mucaca Mulatta in fact.) She isn't around much because she is usually out traveling, trying to find interesting teas for you to try. She'll pick what she finds and bring it right back to you. But because she's gone for so long, you've gotten used to being a "latchkey kid," and therefore have learned how to take care of yourself. You know your lusus loves you, and you love that she is considerate enough to bring tea, but you wish she was around more.

Your Strife Specibus is A SECRET, mostly because you've never really had to fight before, but also because you don't want your enemy to know what's going to hit them. You are also a lot stronger than you look. (When you have to carry a giant telescope everywhere, you tend to gain some muscle.)

Your trolltag is darkArisen, and you speak in aa long, sultry draawl thaat eemphaasizees your lovee for teeaa, but aalso kind of maakees you sound likee aa "Southeern Beellee," (whatever that means).

[Rai-CH]

You are incredibly NOCTURNAL because you stay awake all night to study and chart the stars.

Just a quick note, the entire troll species is nocturnal, unless you're implying that she stays awake during the day?

[corvidCynic]

>Be the smug asshole
I have a name, you know.


Your name is CARPER CORONE. You are 12 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, and have all the craft and guile befitting a troll of your age. You have a variety of interests, including but not limited to, CHESS, MANIPULATING INFERIOR TROLLS, and WRITING TERRIBLE ROMANCE, especially of the CALIGINOUS variety. You are proud of the fact that you lack any mutations, and tend to consider those who do exhibit mutations to be vastly inferior. Granted, you tend to think of all trolls other than your KISMESIS to be inferior, regardless of blood color, but still.
Come to think of it, you and your LUSUS have a lot in common. Much like you, he is a FEATHERY ASSHOLE. Admittedly you lack feathers, but the comparison stands. As a young troll he would look over you, and bring back carrion when he went out to scavenge. Being a troll and not a bird, you did not eat the rotting animals, but went to the refrigerator like any civilized troll. Your lusus's avian nature probably explains why you tended to regard him as a terrible parent. He did teach you some useful things, though. Namely how to scavenge, how to manipulate others, and how to act like you're far more important than you actually are. He can probably also be blamed for your horribly angsty romance that you wrote as an adolescent, now that you think about it.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is QUILLKIND (like the pen, not the pointy thing), though you rarely use it as you prefer to manipulate others into doing your dirty work for you.
Your FETCH MODUS is the CHESS modus, which tends to be a pain in the ass. You have to take the item you want using a legal move. This usually results in you taking far more items than you need to get what you want, or on the rare embarrassing occasion, loosing a game to your own fetch modus before you get your item.
You go by the troll tag corvidCynic and you speak using perfect syntax and grammar, with a slight accent. You look down upon the quirks of the other trolls, especially those of lower blood colour.

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Name: Carper Corone
Trolltag: corvidCynic
Age: 12 sweeps
Blood/Text color: Hex code #190535/Hue 265
Lusus: Crow
Strife Specibus: Quillkind
Fetch Modus: Chess
Symbol: Bird
Quirk: Perfect grammar and syntax, tends to use British spellings for words like colour, nieghbour, etc. but it's not a constant thing.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

=> Be the freak

{That's not a very nice thing to say...}

=> Be the sickeningly upbeat troll

Your name is Kelvin Cucell. You are a malignant tumor to troll society, and as such you usually are alone a lot. Unlike most who are irritable and kill happy, you're a very upbeat troll who has never killed anyone before, and don't really ever plan to in the future. You value life for all its worth, and enjoy what life throws at you; even those angry trolls who come to cull you that get picked up by your lusus and dropped off the sheer cliffside of your mountain. Did you mention your lusus is extremely protective of you? You probably forget to all the time. Which is why usually you have no real friends.

You do, however, fulfill several kismesis roles for random people. You are someone that almost everyone hates on a daily basis, and as such are a gold mine for desperate trolls. This makes your general reputation "gutter trash" to most, and generally everyone avoids you in the open.

While you are optimistic and upbeat a lot, you do also suffer crippling manic depression, and often times drop all the niceties and become horribly nihilistic. You have absolutely no control over when the episodes happen, nor will you likely ever. When nihilistic, however, you tend to not care about others, which gets rather ugly when a culling is about to occur.

Speaking of which, you are a pyschic with a horrible, horrible gift. Your mood can affect certain levels of atmospheric pressure in a confined area. More or less, being sad causes it to rain, and having an episode makes it a severe thunderstorm. This is more or less the true reason you never really leave your mountain; nobody likes to live in a place where it rains a lot. However, you combat this by being very social on Trollian, and tend to go outside a lot to roleplay being a Spellsworn. You swear being a Spellsworn is different from wizards, even thought your Strife Specibus is the wandkind. You're just weird like that. You also love to fly, but sadly, only your lusus can provide you that luxury, since you're dirt poor. Nobody knows how you managed to get a husktop. It's best they didn't.

Your trolltag is rumblingCumulus, and {you tend to talk as if it's all in a cloud} when normal, and 7{talk like it's a storm when depressed or angry}7

why can't i all these trolls

[silentSadist]

=> Be the hyperactive girl with an incredibly boring design

[COLOR="rgb(34, 177, 76)"]Ookiiee dookiiee![/COLOR]



Your name is ALARUS FLYRIE. You are around 6 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You are easily excited and are usually on some sort of GIANT SUGAR RUSH. When you are not on a giant sugar rush, you are somewhat INTELLECTUAL. You are VERY SADISTIC and have always enjoyed KILLING.

Your INTRESTS include DRAWING and MUSIC, though you are not so great at either. When you are not failing at those, you are PLAYING VIDEO GAMES or ROLE PLAYING. You love to take LONG WALKS AT NIGHTTIME with NOTHING ON YOUR FEET, just to annoy the heck out of your moirail. You dye your hair a different colour almost EVERY DAY, but it usually stays some sort of BLINDING NEON colour. You don't really care about the HEMOSPECTRUM and treat EVERYONE with the same amount of RESPECT. That is to say, NONE AT ALL.

Your lusus is a large feline-like creature which you dubbed MR. SNUGGLEBUTT. You often ride on his back when you can't be arsed walking anymore.

Your Strife Specibus is SCYTHEKIND, because THAT ISN'T CLICHE AT ALL. You use the MAZE Fetch Modus which requires you to draw a line through the maze to your wanted item. It is a PAIN in the ASS and you often CHEAT by drawing a line from the item to the entrance ([COLOR="rgb(34, 177, 76)"]Hee Hee[/COLOR])

Your trolltag is [COLOR="rgb(34, 177, 76)"]silentSadist[/COLOR] and you [COLOR="rgb(34, 177, 76)"]Doouublee aal oof yoouur vooweels aand aanythiing eelsee thaat waants doouubliing caan BUUGEER OOF. Wheen yoouu'ree iin aa gooood mooood, yoouu saay thiings iin aa liitlee siingsoong vooiicee~[/COLOR]

If you ever participated in a game of SGRUB and survived more than five seconds, you would be the WITCH OF FLAMES and reside in THE LAND OF FIRE AND RAINBOWS.


Any concrits on this gal would be lovely~

[verusCalix]

> Be the flaky broad.


Your name is Vellyx Mozera.

Your 7 ½ sweeps of life have not been particularly smooth and easy for you, despite your noble blood. Your life has been nothing short of a whirlwind of STUPID ACCIDENTS and BAD FEELINGS. As such, you are somewhat of a RECLUSE, although you are perfectly capable of being social if the need arises. Probably.

You spend most of your days RUNNING ERRANDS for your peers in order to accumulate FAVORS with the local aristocracy. These favors keep you alive, and you are obsessively saving them for an emergency. Your hive itself is situated on the outskirts of the nearby jungle, where you go to hunt for your meals and procure the SCENT BULBS of giant, carnivorous plants in your spare time. We’ll get back to that later.

You were not born into wealth, although the interior of your hive would lead others to believe otherwise. Proudly on display are your many interests, the most notable of which include LITERATURE, THE ARTS, and FRIENDLY SPARRING. Littered here and there are small works of art you had traded for, shelves upon shelves of books, and a variety of weapons for your TonfaKind Strife Specibus.

Your dirty cerulean blood has given you the status of PETTY NOBILITY, meaning you don’t actually have any power or influence among the nobles. Your calm disposition and unwillingness to draw blood in a fight have led to something of a rift between you and the rest of your peers, but your accumulated favors and reclusive behavior have spared you from all but light harassment.

In your times of leisure, you are either beating up your PRACTICE DUMMIES or organizing your food stores. If just the right mood strikes you, which is usually every night, you like to crack open a SCENT BULB and curl up with a nice book and some music. The musk of the bulb creates a euphoric sensation in any creature that smells it, and as such, it is highly addictive. But you can stop any time, you swear.

Despite your love of THE ARTS, you know better than to attempt them yourself; the last time you tried painting, you accidentally killed your lusus. It is something of a sore subject. You are, however, a somewhat capable COOK, and your treats have thus far never failed to impress.

You are generally easygoing and difficult to offend, but if pushed too far, you cannot really be held accountable for the safety of the offender. You have proven yourself capable of coldblooded murder in the past, and although it is not something you like to dwell on, it did earn you a tiny bit of respect from the local highbloods.

Your trolltag is exiliumVotum, and you tend to OVEREMPHASIZE your words sometimes.


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Name: Vellyx Mozera
Title: Thief of Hope
Age: 7 ½ solar sweeps
Land: Land of Space and Angels
Lusus: Giant millipede (deceased)
Dreamself: Derse
Strife Specibi: Tonfakind & FistKind
Hex code: #00484F
Sylladex: Lockpick: the card is locked, and must be picked in order to use. If you break all of your lockpicks allotted by the modus, it auto-ejects. Bigger, more complex, or more important items all have more difficult locks, scaled in difficulty to the item.
Quirk: Emphasized words are CAPITALIZED.

Okay seriously though, I dearly welcome criticism for this. Please PM me, though, since I probably won't notice if you post it here.
Oh gosh I hope this isn't stupid.

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[Ziel]

=====> Be the walrus.
[COLOR="rgb(0, 227, 15)"]Warp warp! :B[/COLOR]

=====> Fine. Be the wise-ass.

Your name is ZIELIE OOMIZU. As stated before you are a WISE-ASS, but you are also HELLA LAZY and EXTREMELY LAID BACK. You are 7.85 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, and because of this you are KIND OF A PERVERT. Oh, and if you didn't already know, YOU ARE A DUDE, DUDE!

You have many INTERESTS. They mainly include DRAWING, playing VIDEO GAMES, listening to MUSIC, and browsing the WEB. You have some knowledge of 3D MESHING and PROGRAMMING, but you SUCK AT MATH.

You don't like SUDDEN BRIGHT LIGHT. You like BRIGHTLY COLORED, GLOWY, SPARKLEY, or otherwise SHINY OBJECTS. You are EASILY DISTRACTED. You THINK ALL THE TIME, and you tend to OVER THINK THINGS. You RAMBLE A LOT, be it about something TRIVIAL or RELEVANT. You are also EASILY CONFUSED, and thanks to REASONS UNKNOWN, you sometimes UNINTENTIONALLY use HUMAN TERMS. Because of this people sometimes think you are KIND OF A FREAK.

Your LUSUS is a GIANT SMILODON, or SABER-TOOTHED TIGER for those of you that don't know. Your weapons are your trusty CLAWED GAUNTLETS. Your current FETCH MODUS is the COVER FLOW MODUS, which is really easy to use. You just have to scroll through the cards until you find the one you want, and then pick it out of the deck. It can be TEDIOUS, though, depending on how many CARDS you are CARRYING. But it's not that big of a problem since they are arranged in ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

Your TROLLTAG is [COLOR="rgb(0, 227, 15)"]radioHazard[/COLOR] and you [COLOR="rgb(0, 227, 15)"]... Use a lot of dots... and sometimes you... sluryourwordstogetherintolongrunonsentences.[/COLOR]

(First troll, concrits appreciated~)

[blackoutDerivative]

..My only criticisms to the page as a whole would be the nocturnal parts on two of the previously mentioned trolls (Though one of them has been fixed already), unless they're daytime-based trolls, the Feferi blood which TR already pointed out, and... the double posts out the wazoo.

I don't mean to be mean, but there's an edit button for a reason, guys. .-. Annnd.. now back to posting trolls, because chatter isn't allowed and all that such and such that shouldn't really have to be repeated (Hopefully).

[leonicReaper]

Let's do this real quicklike because I'm supposed to be asleep!

>Be the troll who is out for blood.


Your name is SELENO APOLLO and your only current interest is GETTING REVENGE on another troll for culling your MATESPRIT. You almost perished in the same incident, but instead you escaped with a vengeance and a NASTY SCAR and PARTIAL BLINDNESS IN ONE EYE from the enemy's EXPLOSIVES. Your hive is located in a region CONSIDERABLY WARMER than your former matesprit's and so you have bundled yourself up to withstand the chill of this place where your enemy resides. Your hatred for him is completely platonic, and you WILL kill him.

Unbeknownst to you, the DRAGON-THEMED SUBJUGGLATOR who you are hunting has just encountered what some would refer to as a HEEL FACE TURN which has resulted in his gaining trust of ANOTHER TROLL which would in the future take you down to protect your indigo-blooded target. Whether or not you will SURVIVE being stabbed through the stomach twice by the mustard-blood is as of yet unknown.

Your trolltag is lunarRetribution and you YELL, TO EXPRESS YOUR RAGE, HOWEVER!
Your strife specibus is spearKind and your lusus is a large wolf. Your symbol is that of the Moon. Your blood color is similar to that of a certain spider-themed troll.

[Thunder Reign]

Echoing blackoutDerivative in that trolls are normally nocturnal.

Also, I can't add your troll to the index if they don't have a tag.

[Spherallic]

Hey guys, guess who's back? To celebrate, I have made a new troll! Well, technically he's actually a repost of a troll I made back in thread 4, but he didn't get added to the trolltag index and I wasn't entirely happy with some of the traits I gave him. :P

==> Be the cool dude.
Oh you.



==> Enter name.

Your name is FRIGUS NIFLHM.

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When you were born as a grub, you had quite a lot of difficulty with surviving, due to your bad case of HEAT INTOLERANCE which got worse as solar sweeps went by. At the moment it's so bad, that you frequently PASS OUT IN AVERAGE TO WARM TEMPERATURES and that warmer areas are INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS and POSSIBLY DEADLY to you. Because of that, you ventured off to the snowy mountains with your lusus to find a suitable living environment, a cave covered in ice. You eventually found one that's big enough to hold both you and your lusus, which was quite a hard task, seeing as your lusus is an ENORMOUS FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON. He could've been a major danger to you, if only you didn't GET ALONG WITH EACH OTHER really well. He does need to be FED A LOT OF ALTERNIAN WILDLIFE every day, but luckily he can hunt for them himself, most of the time.

Despite your isolation and the fact that you live far away from everyone else, you are not really ALL THAT SHY. Well, just a tiny little bit, like EVERY NON-ASSHOLE TROLL EVER, but nothing major. You regularly descend to civilization for supplies, but not without your TRUSTY SNOWBOARD and HEAT-PROOF CLOTHES, that ironically look like a full-fledged snowboarding suit. Contrary to popular belief, your clothes do not protect against extremely cold temperatures, mostly because you don't need such protection. You are able to SURVIVE IN THE COLDEST OF TEMPERATURES, to compensate for your disability to live in warmer temperatures.

You regularly go SNOWBOARDING, even though you're NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. But you don't care, it's the most fun thing ever! You also really like everything related to snow and ice. You are a MASTER AT SNOW SCULPTURING, having made several 1:1 REPLICAS OF ARISTOCRATIC HIVES out of nothing but snow. You can get around really well in the snow-covered, highly sloped landscapes of the mountain peaks, not only because of your fitting equipment, but also because you're really ATHLETIC AND SPORTY and have EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH STAMINA. However, you are really CAUTIOUS, and have always been because of the snowy mountains being an INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS LOCATION for young trolls such as you.

Your trolltag is arcticBlizzard and you are a pretty cool and cind of a licable dude. S:D

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Name: Frigus (Latin for cold) Niflhm (Bastardization of Niflheim, the ice world in Norse mythology)
Trolltag: arcticBlizzard
Age: 6 ½ solar sweeps
Blood caste: Teal (Pine green) - #01796F (1, 121, 111)
Power: able to survive in very cold temperatures, unable to live in warmer temperatures
Typing quirk: replaces k with c, uses lots of emotes
Fetch Modus: Thermal modus (captchalogued items can only be retrieved at certain temperatures)
Strife Specibus: snowboardKind
Symbol: Meteorological symbol for ice

[momatoes]

Your name is Asmuel Sintra and you keep THE LAW.

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Well, no, not really. You're more like the inefficient, futile attempt at having order in Alternian society. With your cowbell, you patrol the streets at daybreak - granted, it's less of a patrolling and more of a 'standing, ringing the bell at no one in particular, and quietly muttering, "All's well and at peace"'. Because God help you if you actually speak loud and let the crazy drugged-out psychics hear you.

Still, though, you fantasize about The Chase. Where the only thing between you and the criminal are the cobblestones. With absolutely no lasers involved.

Sometimes, some trolls would actually hear of your futile and possibly mentally deficient (you're not exactly the brightest knife at the drawer. Hell, you're practically a spoon) attempts at being a guardstroll. You'd be called in to settle disputes, though you know well enough that it'd all just end up in whoever is the lower-blooded culled. More often than not by yours truly.

It's not as if it matters in the end, anyway. Everyone is guilty of a crime. This was a hard lesson to learn and you graduated with ~*flying colors*~ (insert: puking noises, who are you kidding here)

As a grub, you've wanted to be a cross between a detective and an officer of the law. You would keep the trolls safe from themselves, you would be the Watchman. And you were confident in the belief that the hemospectrum was the only thing dividing the savage, unlawful lowbloods and the just and moral highbloods. The words of her Imperious Condescension were obviously meant to keep the order and the sanity of Alternian society. Justice happens. Good, fair, and logical rules are established. But then you experienced real life.

Well, whoop-de-doo! Trollish society sure was something, ain't it!

Incidentally, you've become somewhat of an alcoholic. Can't remember the last time you weren't blootered. But s'all good, s'all well, s'all shuddup.

Alcoholic fumes notwithstanding, you still retain a deep sense of integrity as hard as your thick skull. A deep sense of justice, combined with an uncommon capacity for RAGE makes you a fearsome enemy to have. Anyone who attempts to bribe you, deceive you, threaten the trolls you hold dear, break and disdain the law you've worked (kind of) hard to maintain gets their necks snapped with your axe. Well, most of anyone. As long as they're not ridiculously powerful. Or too high of blood. Or too well-connected.

You're so damn useless it's practically a hilarious joke.

Hey, hey, d'you know rum tastes so good?

During your free time (who are you kidding, you spend practically the whole night on patrol) you darn your socks, attempt to read the news, polish your sword, sleep, and practice your poker face. You've managed to enjoy reading grubs' books: a shameful activity, but you keep it well-hidden. In particular, your favorite book is "Where's My Moobeast?", though most of the time you just furrow your brows and suspect all the characters of gruesome double homicides. Especially the Moobeast.

Your trolltag is grimHawkshaw and It'ssh, it'ssh pretty obvioussh you're not exactly sober but you manage to clean your, your act up a bit when in front of...whatchamacallit...highbloodssh. Sir. UNLESS! YOURE! ANGRY!


Name: Asmuel Sintra
Symbol: An eye with a tail
Blood: Green, #408020
Age: 9 sweeps
Trolltag: grimHawkshaw
Quirk: Comma after first word, randomly repeats words after that. Words that end in -s are appended with -sh. All caps and exclamation points after every word when angered.
Lusus: Dwarf dragon, very deceased.
Fetch Modus: Crime. All items are guilty of something, you've just go to figure out (read: make crap up) what it is.
Strife Specibus: Sword, Axe, and CowbellKind.
Cynical: More, please
Inspired by some character: I have no idea what you're talking about, mister!

[TechnicoloredSkies]

> Be the kid

Hey!-I-Am-Not-That-Young!

> Be the troll who needs a better profile

Ugh-Whatever.

You are now TINERI CALDOR and you are 5.5 SWEEPS OLD. You used to live in with your lusus, a SNOWY OWL, and you were a happy young troll. But your lusus died. And a young troll with no protection is easy pickings for others.

Now you live in a makeshift tree house in the forest near where your old hive was. It is still there and mostly intact. But you're too scared to go back. Not to mention that going back to the hive where your lusus died would be.. a sad experience for you.

You're a sarcastic boy, rough around the edges, and you're frightened of highbloods. So you try to be respectful to those with higher blood than your own dark red (which is pretty much everyone). Although sometimes you can't help but be a smart ass around other people. Occasionally you're a little too curious for your own good. It's a wonder you haven't gotten yourself hurt or culled. But a resourceful troll like yourself would be a good asset to the empire when you're older.

If you were to play Sgrub your land would be The Land of Ice and Pathways, and your consorts would be similar to an earth breed of dogs called German Shepherds. You would have the title of Thief of Stars.

Your STRIFE SPECUBUS is BLADEKIND and your weapon is basically a SHITTY KNIFE YOU FOUND. You have a secondary strife specubus which is DART KIND, but it's SORT OF USELESS. Honestly. What the hell can you do with a dart?! Oh. Well. You could stab someone, maybe. Oh! You can use it on your fetch modus too.

Your FETCH MODUS is a BALLOON POPPER MODUS, in order to get an item out of it, you have to pop all the balloons of the same color under a certain amount of time. The balloons can be popped any way. But it doesn't tell you what color you need to pop. You often get the wrong item from the damn thing. But you just have to deal with it.

Your trolltag is apocalypseFactory and You-Separate-All-Of-Your-Words-And-Capitalize-All-Of-Them-Too.

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Name: Tineri Caldor
Age: 5.5 Sweeps
Blood: Dark red
Lusus: Snowy Owl (DECEASED)
Fetch Modus: Balloon Popper Modus. (Pop the all the balloons of the same color in a certain amount of time to get your item.)
Strife Specubi: Bladekind and Dartkind.
Personality: Sarcastic. Nervous around highbloods but he is still a smart ass.

SGRUB INFORMATION:
Title: Thief of Stars
Land: Land of Ice and Pathways
Consorts: German Shepherds

Sprite:

[Ziel]

Well, anyways, yeah, I get that trolls are normally nocturnal, I just kinda put it in there for... I don't know the reason. In any case, I've removed it. Still left the "doesn't like sudden bright light" bit in, because I can see him cowering if someone decides to stick a flashlight in his face or something silly like that. xD

Be all like
[COLOR="rgb(0, 227, 15)"]Zielie: AUGH! Toobrightturnitoff! ><;[/COLOR]
... But he'd stop his cowering if they left it on for a bit. >3>

And I've also added his modus. ButI'llshutupnow...

[leonicReaper]

Also, I can't add your troll to the index if they don't have a tag.

I know, I'll add one on Monday when I'm back on my own computer. I don't have access to pesterchum at the moment but as soon as I do I'll add one.

Also, derp, posting at 6am made me forget - if anyone has any concrit, that would be excellent. If not, that's good too. Just throwin' it out there if anyone wants to.

[Rimbaum]

Huh, I can't believe I never posted my fantroll in here. Time to copy-paste from dA!

>Be the beetle-troll



Your name is INAROS CYPRUS. You are EIGHT SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, and an orphan on top of that. Your loyal lusus, Scarabaeus, was hunted down and killed by another troll. Probably to feed his own lusus. You don't blame him, though, even if thinking about Scarab dying kind of hurts. YOU'RE KIND OF A NICE GUY that way.

You have COPPER-COLORED BLOOD, and psionic abilities. You're not VERY GOOD with your powers, though, and tend to be JUST A BIT CLUMSY. Your trolltag is cabalisticUncertainty, and you ptend pto have a bipt of difficulpty pronouncing your words.

Unfortunately, you don't have a very wide range of HOBBIES, because your psionics TEND TO BLOW SHIT UP before you can do anything fun. However, you do enjoy COLLECTING RARE ALTERNIAN BUGS. Your collection ISN'T VERY BIG, though, because of your aforementioned psionics.

[Alyss]

Your name is SOMNIUM DESVELO, and you are the epitome of dealing with it.

For some unknown reason, your thinkpan is riddled with various sleep-related disorders, such as insomnia and sleep paralysis, which makes you walk around like a zombie, sleep-deprived beyond comprehension. Although, you'd prefer that over when you actually manage to get in your forty winks. Even with the best sopor slime a member of the Nautical Aristocracy can buy, your dreams always turn out some level of horrifying. All of your life you've been puzzled by this, especially since you're careful to make sure your slime is fresh. You spend quite a bit of your time studying and researching some cure for this, or at least make some stronger sopor slime. Along with this research, you keep a journal, or a dream diary if you will, of your messed up dream sequences, ranging from the crap-your-pants terrifying, to just plain strange. Telling people about them also helps you feel a bit better, even though they think you're crazy or just don't care. Still, it helps.

You have a few interests, one of which was already mentioned: studying your dreams. Although, researching them has been futile, and your only conclusion is that your thinkpan is just that awful. You like to draw scenes from your dreams, and you've gotten pretty good at it! It's fun, and you're sure if you showed someone else they'd be pretty impressed! Y'know, if they weren't so terrifying n' all. You also like to fish, and fish is just about all you eat! It's pretty easy, too. You just sorta swim up to an unsuspecting fish and stab the everloving shit out of it with your knife. It's a great way to let out pent-up frustrations! You are also an avid listener of binaural beats, and no, you do not think they are ear drugs. They've served as a semi-effective way of quelling these dreams, but after you stop listening, they go into a downward spiral into the "stay curled up in the corner of your respiteblock for days" territory. Still, they're good for the mean time.

A not-so-secret interest of yours is watching and buying memorabilia from cutesy-wootsy wiggler shows. You have a nifty treasure chest of Mickey Cheesebeast hats, My Little Hoofbeast toys, Spongegrub Squaretrousers underwear... You're serious about the underwear, too. It's nice to take your mind off of terribad awful things, sometimes. Though, it is a little embarrassing to have a poster of "Troll Ni Hao, Kai-Lan" over your recouperacoon.

Your lusus, a giant eel who you've named Torin. Ever since the dreams got really bad, he's been at your hive less and less, until he only comes back every few months for some quick sparring with you. You do wonder why he left, and you miss him dearly, though you think you might have a good guess why. And, this abandonment didn't do much for your mental health, either.

You are very quiet, and have almost no social skills what-so-ever, due to never having spoken to anyone face-to-face before. Just about all your interactions with people have always happened online, in the comfort and safety of your foreboding tower-hive. One thing you have noticed about the dreams is the negative effects they have on your mind. When angered, you are prone to violent, almost bestial rages. You sorta... Scared the shit outta yourself the first time it happened, and tried not to let it happen again. You hold in your anger, and suppress theses 'outbursts'. They kind of work, but you just might be making them worse. You really are a nice guy, though! At least, you think out are. Really, really hope at least.

You have a very melancholy attitude about everything, some days being worse than others. Those days, you have completely lost hope of every 'fixing' yourself, and just try to deal with whatever shit the world gives you. Which, is quite a bit.

Your trollTag is insomniacDaydreamer, and you **tend to trail off from time to time, as if in a dream...**

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Name: Somnium Desvelo
Age: 8.5 sweeps
trollTag: insomniacDaydreamer
Blood:a somewhat pinkish sea-dwelling purple (#AS27D3)
Lusus: Gigantic Eel
Strife Specibus: knifeKind
Fetch Modus: Jar. Place item in a jar. Must break that jar to retrieve the item.
Quirk: **Scandalous use of ellipses, wraps sentences around two asterisks. no capitalization **

Random Berzerer rages? You bet your sweet ass.

[leonicReaper]

Okay, Seleno has a trolltag now, lunarRetribution Just to let ya know

[maya]

sound the alarm i actually finished a profile(WITH NO SPRITES LMAO):

>Be the unwitting absconder.

That title is going to stick with you, isn't it? Oh well, better it than these DAMNABLE CUFFS, though you won't be rid of either ANY TIME SOON. Your name is HUEGEL. You had a surname, once, that you'd taken in hopes of BRINGING HONOR TO IT through your actions. As such, your SHAME dictated that you ABANDON IT. You are 12 SWEEPS OLD now, and there is no excuse for your DISHONOR.

Your PSIONIC ABILITY to SHARE PAIN THROUGH DIRECT EYE CONTACT has brought you trouble since your youth, having first claimed your LUSUS in an accident, then your MENTOR in a particularly cruel TWIST OF FATE. Despite your hulking size, you retain your PACIFISTIC NATURE. Ironic, given your crime: MURDER, yet again. Two sweeps ago, your life DRASTICALLY CHANGED. Already avoiding the ALTERNIAN MILITARY, as at 10 sweeps, you were WELL PAST THE STANDARD AGE OF RECRUITMENT, you took refuge in an UNIMPRESSIVE LAWNRING nestled in an unassuming desert area. There, you found yourself at-odds with the LOCAL NOBILITY. Outcasted seadwellers, they held no real authority, but they UNSCRUPULOUSLY HOARDED much-needed resources all the same.

Standing by your convictions NOT TO ENGAGE ANOTHER SENTIENT CREATURE IN COMBAT, you offered still to serve as a BODYGUARD(read: MEATSHIELD)for the lower-class militia, bent on seizing their necessities by force. The pseudo-coup was an UTTER FAILURE, as the town's highbloods had bought out the loyalty of a militia scout who served as a TURNCOAT INFORMANT to the entire ordeal. In the end, your INTENSE TRAINING and SHEER STRENGTH OF WILL ensured your survival against the highbloods' leader, who sought to end your life PERSONALLY in the attempted siege. Even as he struck the fatal(for himself, at least)blow, you BEGGED HIM TO AVERT HIS EYES, as the two of you found yourselves LOCKED IN ONE ANOTHER'S GAZE.

(On reflection, the event was SPECTACULARLY ROMANTIC. )

Needless to say, he SUCCUMBED TO HIS OWN INJURIES before CLAIMING YOUR LIFE. The remaining highbloods, fearful of your strength and general prowess, sought to have you CLAIMED BY TOP LEGISLACERATORS to be TRIED FOR MURDER. (And found guilty by default, of course.) Having been unwilling to PUT UP A PROPER FIGHT, and WRACKED WITH GUILT, you submitted to your capture, and were delivered to an ALTERNIAN PRISON-SHIP to await TRIAL. There, you spent a solid sweep suffering all the related ABUSES and INHUMANITIES. Magnetic nodes were PAINFULLY IMPLANTED INTO YOUR ARMS to facilitate your new RESTRAINT CUFFS, controlled by the magnetic field generated by the aforementioned NODES.

In yet another VIOLENT UPRISING, all too common in troll culture, you found yourself FREED FROM CAPTIVITY, though you fail to see the point of freedom when your very MORALITY and RIGHTEOUSNESS have been stripped from you. Even still, you survive. You CLING TO YOUR PATHETIC LIFE: a task made more difficult by your facility-issued BLINDER. While it may not INHIBIT YOUR VISION, it does divert your focus just enough to DISABLE YOUR PSIONIC ABILITY ENTIRELY. You've taken to depending on your RESTRAINT CUFFS for an edge in battle, honing your ability to DISRUPT THE NODES' MAGNETIC FIELD just long enough to FORCE YOUR ARMS APART. Upon re-entry to the field and COLLISION with one another, they generate a strong enough SHOCKWAVE to disable both LIVING CREATURES and MACHINES for a period of time.

Unfortunately, the magnetic field also SEVERELY INHIBITS just how closely you can interact with MACHINERY.


Your trolltag these days has changed to gigantesDishonored and y▒u do▒t alw▒ys m▒nage ▒o ge▒ yo▒r me▒▒age a▒ross du▒ to t▒▒hnical d▒ff▒▒ulty.