trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[Palmu]

Sigh, accidentally deleted everything. I'll fix this later, jesus.

[ZDG]

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[Palmu]

Better?

Actually, I don't even know how this works.

[ZDG]

It's a biit too late now, your pic is filled with artifacts.
You gotta redo it now.

[mars7a]

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Some inconsistencies in the overworld and talk sprites:

-In the first one, horns are more curved, in the second, they are more angular
-In first, there are 2 metal horns(?), in the second, there are 3
-Part of his robot arm shows in the collar of his shirt in the first, and not in the second.
-Shirts are different colors
-Part of his right sleeve is missing in the overworld sprite, and not the talk sprite

Also, how would his mouth work? He wouldn't be able to speak without the other half.

[inexplicableSigns]

Some inconsistencies in the overworld and talk sprites:

-In the first one, horns are more curved, in the second, they are more angular
-In first, there are 2 metal horns(?), in the second, there are 3
-Part of his robot arm shows in the collar of his shirt in the first, and not in the second.
-Shirts are different colors
-Part of his right sleeve is missing in the overworld sprite, and not the talk sprite

Also, how would his mouth work? He wouldn't be able to speak without the other half.

First: Horns. Yeah that's true, both the number and the appearance. That is something I need to fix. That was due to my technical incompetence at the time and I'll fix it when I have more time.

Second: The arm difference. Yeah. I gotta fix that. In between the normal sprite and the AB being made I forgot that almost the entire left side of his body was robotic, so that'd have to include his neck and chest. I'll fix it.

Third: Shirt. Yeah, color and sleeve. I'll patch it up, didn't notice. Thanks for pointing it out.

Fourth: Mouth. The big metal mask isn't a replacement, it's a cover. So the other half of his mouth is there, just covered. Technically he /could/ remove the mask but his face is burned and blasted and scarred and gross so he leaves it covered.

So I've got stuff to fix. Thanks for pointing stuff out because the shirt stuff I didn't even notice.

[mars7a]

Ah, a mask. That makes much more sense. Thanks for clearing that up.

[rockingCavalier]

>Be the rider



IfLookingThisGoodWasACrime,IWouldBeGuiltyAsCharged !

You are now VIRREX DECAZE, and you are damn proud of it. You have a variety of interests, including YOURSELF, JUSTICE, YOURSELF, RIDING TWO-WHEELED MOTOR VEHICLES, YOURSELF, AND GETTING ATTENTION FROM OTHER PEOPLE. You are 11 sweeps old, and a self-proclaimed "Ace Legislacerator".

Well in reality, you're more of an utterly horrible Legislacerator, and if the Alternian justice system had anything resembling a defense, you would be the laughingstock of the courts. Your arguments don't follow a lot of conventional logic, and your courtroom behavior is utterly ridiculous. But despite the fact that you have likely executed lots of innocent trolls, you still believe that they're all guilty. All of them. Except that one troll who made fun of your exceptionally small horns, but he probably did something or other illegal anyway. Even if you're a total idiot, you still have a strong passion for bringing justice.

People who know you describe you as a selfish, vain, narcissistic, delusional, hedonistic imbecile. To your credit, your Lusus, a geriatric Tarrasque, dropped you on the head A LOT as a grub, giving you a good share of brain damage. Adding on the fact that you had zero face-to face contact with other trolls for almost 8 sweeps, concepts like "subtlety" and "tact" are foreign to you. All you really grew up with were superhero stories, and you love them to death, even if superheroes aren't real and fakey fake fake. You also take great pride in your blue blood, and generally view yourself as superior to lowbloods for that alone. (You're also more talented and better looking than the highbloods, but you're not dumb enough to say it to their faces)

As previously mentioned, you are incredibly stupid. However, this has become a gift. You too stupid to insult (you generally dismiss it as blackrom flirting), and the only thing that can honestly upset you is either a miscarriage of justice or an insult to your pathetically tiny horns (which you have grown out your hair to cover up), a terrible blot on your otherwise pretty good-looking form. But you also have sufficient brain damage to make you totally immune to telepathic powers. In fact, sheer idiocy makes any attempt to access your mind incredibly painful for the poor sap who tries. Also, for unexplained reasons, sugar becomes a powerful stimulant for you, and if you consume too much you may actually begin to hallucinate too...

You use the Wheel of Fortune modus, which spins a wheel to decide whatever item you get, sometimes possibly ejecting either your entire inventory or utterly nothing as well. Or maybe you'll even get something you didn't intend on storing, having left it back at the hive. You utilize the utterly ridiculous Henshinkind Strife Specibus, which transforms you into a "superhero" form, letting you issue beatdowns of justice, which you like to end with a powerful kick to decapitate your opponent. In fact, this is your preferred method of executing criminals.

Your trolltag is rockingCavalier and you TypeReallyFastAsIfYouWereOnAMassiveSugarRush.

[ZDG]

Jpeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeg
Use PNG for gog's sake, Jpeg turns anything into abominations.
Oh, and don't just convert it into PNG, your image is already fucked.

[Thunder Reign]

>Be the fallen royal.


Your name is Scylla Ermine.

Your life has not been the nicest, and yet you have spent the vast majority of it in an euphoric delirium. With a blood hue of 315, you were born into the royal caste, and had things gone correctly you would surely have grown into a refined lady of court. Unfortunately, that didn't quite happen. Why? Well, the reason was none other than your wonderful lusus. An enormous octopus, to be exact, a gluttonous and selfish creature with the ability to control the mind of whoever it happened to share it's blood color with. It threw your future away in favor of turning you into a cannibalistic monster, a method of delivering it the troll horns it so craved without having to actually go hunting for itself.

You survived exactly four sweeps underwater, using the fact that you were an adorable wiggler and your peers were quite dumb to hide your murders, but as your lusus took more control over your brain you lost your lucidity and became sloppy. You were caught, your fins were severed, and you were subjected to the ultimate humiliation a seadweller could suffer- you were exiled from the entire spectrum, and sent to live with your lusus in one of the most disgusting environments on Alternia. The swamps.

The picture that might come to one's mind when they hear swamp is "gross and boring", but only the former was true for the mires of Alternia. The swamp was a vast, impenetrable mess of warped trees and disturbed wildlife, an environment so savage that very few trolls even contemplated living in it. If the filthy conditions and poisonous plants didn't do you in, the animals would- while there might have been no musclebeasts running rampant, there were plenty of many-eyed and many-armed monstrocities all too willing to gobble a young wiggler up. Yet somehow, you managed to survive.

Alright, so perhaps it wasn't such a miracle you survived, what with your freakish strength and equally freakish lusus. You took up home in a cave on the borders of the swamp, with your octopus settling into an underground grotto, and spent seven whole sweeps being one of the terrors of Alternian youth culture. With your mind firmly controlled by your lusus, every waking moment was spent in a mad delirium- you had been taught to savor the taste of troll flesh, to derive joy from murdering them and delivering their bones to the grotto. You took up juvenile activities to amuse yourself when you weren't hunting, such as painting and roleplaying, but nobody ever talked to you on the introllnet. Not that you minded! Too much. You tried your best to make friends, but it inevitably ended with them blocking you or being eaten by you once they told you where they lived.

With your diet of troll flesh, and your natural seadweller genes, your growth accelerated to the point where you were brushing 6'7- and that's not even taking into account your horns, which were so tall that birds sometimes perched on them by mistake. Your strength only grew, to the point where you could scale mountains and throw boulders with ease, but your mental state never grew beyond that of a woofbeast dedicated to it's master. This backfired on you when you picked a fight with a freakishly strong troll and lost spectacularly, tearing your right leg off in the process. You strapped a pegleg to the stump and made do, although you had a hard time not going "arrrr" every time you looked at it.

It seemed like you were destined to stay in this life forever, and in your addled state you were perfectly happy with that. But nothing lasts eternally, not even your guardian. One night, as you were crossing the arctic plains in search of a tealblood to sink your fangs into, a group of bloodthirsty trolls infiltrated the swamp and took down your lusus as he slept in his pool. The mind control bond was broken, and even as you sped back to your cave in grief, you could feel the negative and sensible emotions you hadn't felt since you were a very young wiggler flooding back into your thinkpan. By the time you reached your makeshift hive and saw "Octodaddy" cut into a dozen pieces, you were incapable of doing anything except curling up and sobbing.

You don't know how long you stayed there, sitting in a corner of your hive bereft with grief. Your lusus continued to decompose, white and pink flesh filling the cave with a disgusting odor, but after seven sweeps of living there your sense of smell had stopped being able to distinguish unpleasant scents at all. Perhaps you would have died of starvation and sadness had it not been for one individual, one name who struck up a conversation on your stolen computer out of the blue. ProlixCorvid- Coraxe Acipit. A lonely scientist, someone like you. Someone who'd never had a friend in his life. Even though he was a genius and you probably couldn't solve 2 + 2 if you were given a calculator, you hit it off, and before you knew it you were sitting in a fort made of boxes in his mountaintop hive.

Where do you go from here? You're honestly not sure. Now that your lusus is dead, you no longer feel the urge to kill and consume your own kind, although the temptation to rip flesh asunder beneath your nails is still quite strong. You're approaching rational adult thinking for the first time in your life, and it scares you quite a bit, even if you approach it at the small steps that Coraxe has been holding your hand through. Since it would appear that the fleet has forgotten the mountaintop lab even exists, you guess you have your entire life to spend learning how to act your age. This... this isn't so bad. You think you kind of like it.

Your trolltag is terminatedRegent and you use the tent{a}cles o~f yo~ur lusus in yo~ur speech, perh{a}{a}{a}ps {a}s {a} w{a}y o~f remembering hiiiim~!!! Even tho~ugh he w{a}s so~rt o~f {a} jeeeeerk, in retro~spect. Heeeey, Co~r{a}{a}{a}{a}xe~~!! Wh{a}t do~es retro~spect me{a}n {a}g{a}iiin?!?!

[Fishman]

>Be the JPEG



IfLookingThisBadWasACrime,IWouldBeGuiltyAsCharged!

it is indeed a crime and you are under arrest

[rockingCavalier]

Ugh. Dammit, why did I upload that version...

I do have a PNG in here somewhere, let me see if I can find it.

OH WAIT NEVER MIND IMGUR IS A CRUEL MISTRESS THAT ONLY SEEMS OBSESSED WITH TURNING THE BEST SPRITE ON MY PC INTO A JPEG.

But yeah, the irony of an incredibly vain troll being represented by a freaking Jpeg actually seems hilarious enough to fit.

[musecalCaprica]

<This fine, 'cause I don't want to do any more. also had to change the trolltag...hope no one minds too much.....>

>Be the curious music enthusiast.

Your attempt is a resounding success.

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Your name is Anmani Reacom but, you are just called an by the few who know you in real life. You are 6.93 sweeps old and have simple ORANGE blood. You are usually FORGETFUL of small details including names. You lost your LEG in a tragic FLARP ACCIDENT .93 sweep ago, when it was eaten by what is assumed a large monster which concealed itself in your lawn. After having it replaced you forgot to get it changed when you grew leaving it noticeably SMALL.

Despite this you are still very CURIOUS and enjoy gathering INFORMATION. You do like talking to new people but never engage conversations, you also do not do that much as you try to stay in you meadow-locked hive for until you have to stockpile food yet again. You are quite unaccustomed to company aside from you large FOXBEAST lusus. You have to have HOBBIES to distract you from how boring staying inside a lot can be. You love to DRAW and one of your favorite things is MUSIC. Speaking of music your psychic ability enables you to broadcast music from your HORNS, and when in contact with your blood not only amplifies it to deafening frequencies, but also gives you the worst HEADACHE and is generally something you avoid doing. On another note you love LONG STRIPEY SOCKS and can be very UNORGANIZED.

Your strife specibus is x2 Fankind which also serves purpose on especially HOT days and you use the musical objects modus which forces you to find the object you want by identifying the sound it makes when interacted with. Your trolltag is musingFoxtrot and ^>^you ty?e in a manner which reflects your curiosity.....and try to look at the <FOX>er things of life. =L.

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Name: Anmani Reacom
Blood: Orange
Lusus: Foxbeast
Personality: Curious, forgetful, unorganized, likes talking but not starting a conversation, enjoys drawing, music and getting information, likes stripey socks. (They really are the best.)
Specibus: x2 Fankind
Modus: Musical objects (Can't believe I forgot this oh my god.)
Symbol: ⾳ (Japanese for Sound)
Trolltag: musingFoxtrot
Quirk: Prefaces sentences with a fox face ^>^, replaces 'P's with '?'s, replaces random adjectives with <FOX>, often uses '.....' for breaks in speaking, otherwise perfect syntax.
Title: Maid of Sound
Land of Art and Cherry Blossoms

[BewareOfNerd]

1. Capricorn is taken, get your own symbol.
2. Hair and skin are the wrong color.
2. Mutant+terminal illness=probable mary sue. Get rid of the mutation and get proper dark orange blood, and you're good.

[Thunder Reign]

>Be the semi self-insertion.
^>^.......
Honestly this is as good as it gonna get but if you don't like something about the character go ahead and tell me.

Hi! Nice artwork. Just a few things to point out.
Firstly, the way troll symbols work is that a certain caste (like indigo, or green, etc) has a bunch of symbols assigned to it and if you're born in that caste you can have a symbol assigned to you. As we know from canon, Gamzee already has Capricorn assigned to him, therefore it is an indigo symbol and not a lowblood one!
Secondly, you have to remember that mutants and cripples are regularly culled by the government on Alternia. Thus, it's a very dumb idea for your troll to openly advertise the fact she has bright red blood! I would suggest you make it Aradia-red instead.

[mars7a]

You could also have her blood be anonymous (gray symbol, text) or have her lie about her blood color and disguise her symbol and text.

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

=> Be the sly mutant.



You are Therxt Castyn.

You are a loner, plain and simple. Since the beginning, you were alone. Even when your lusus took you in, you were alone. Quadrants? What did you care? Drones never even knew you existed. You might as well not even exist. That is how secluded you are.

Your lusus was a hyper massive vent worm, which burrowed deep in the ground near volcanic vents, helping enrich the minerals in the soil. Because it did this all the time, you were both constantly on the move; and not once was that lusus ever considerate enough to even engage with you. Since you are always under the ground, you became very sensitive to sound, but used to have piss poor vision.

That was until you realized exactly what you were.

You are, under any pretense, a normal red blood. The lowest of the low on the spectrum. Your red is rock bottom. Only mutantbloods are lower than you. You hide this, due to the fact that most would love to cull you on the spot just because of how obscenely low you are. Nobody would make friends with you if they knew you existed; and you were alright with that. You didn't care. It was work. All work. No play. You had to learn. Your lusus insisted on learning about above ground. So you did. Because it was the only way you could interact with it.

You aren't weak, though. No no, you are the opposite of weak. You aren't strong, sure. But you have a gift. That's the wonders of mutations, isn't it? When things go wrong.

You were only 3 sweeps when your power happened, and your lusus dug into a metallurgy facility found underground. You should have died. You would have died. But that molten steel didn't kill you. You have the ability of metal mimicry. You can change your form into steel, and manipulate it to your whim. You even can liquify yourself, and change your shape into anything within your limits of mass. You can increase your mass and lower your density, or decrease mass and increase density. Whichever you feel. However, you are the most susceptible to psychic powers. In fact, if you were hit by a power that isn't purely psychic, you would reduce yourself automatically into a metallic puddle, and reform slower and slower each time. In the end, however, you are indestructible.

That has come with a price, however. Your age is old; so old you don't even know it. You've been underground this whole time. When you last saw the surface, it was bustling with life. When you returned, it was all different. This culture shock threw you through a loop. You suffer dementia from this, and often forget things. Sometimes it's small, like names or locations. Other times it's extreme, like forgetting yourself or anyone you know. Even worse that usually when someone finds out that you are a mutant, you have to kill them, and spend the entirely night mourning. Of course, you forget by morning, proving you are a totally wretched soul.

You don't want to be alone, however. Daily you've tried to make friends for sweeps and sweeps. Every time, you never see them again...

You wear a blindfold to remain anonymous, in case you do something that you won't remember that will cost you your life. However, this blindfold is a part of you. Just like your clothes. It's all you.

Your strife specibus is the chainKind, but that's also just you. You have no fetch modus, and store what you need inside yourself.

Your trolltag is unsoundMetallurgy, and you generally tr~y to not come off too cree~py when you melt down and stre~tch your words randomly~

[musecalCaprica]

Ok guys....guess I have recolor everything shit......Damn, I should be working on commissions. Oh well laziness only begets more work I suppose, I'll figure something out.

[TechnicoloredSkies]

[[ I swear to gog I am done making fantrolls! For now... maybe... probably not. This is what happens when I am messing around with talking sprites while watching godzilla. ]]

> Be the girl with the Godzilla complex

Excuze me whot did you juzt zay?

> Well it’s true.

Addrezz me by my title!

> Fine. Be the ‘Soon-to-be Supreme Ruler of the Entire World.’

That iz better peon!



You are now KRIYEL GUSTER and you are A HUGE BITCH. You are a young 7 sweep old GREEN BLOOD and your one desire is to WREAK HAVOC and eventually RULE THE RUINS OF THE WORLD THAT YOU CREATED. As such you tend to act like you are better than everyone, because hey, one day you are going to rule them!

Your lusus is an iguana who is a huge bitch to you. Honestly. It just sits on its ass all day in the sun and expects you to go out and find it shit to eat. And if you don’t the bitch bites you or some shit like that! Seriously. Sometimes you REALLY HATE YOUR LUSUS and don’t find it food just to spite it. Even if that always comes back to BITE YOU IN THE ASS.

You live in a more foresty/swampy area in your complex hive that is partially built underground in a system of tunnels. You like to call it your world domination head quarters. Your STRIFE SPECUBI is WHIPKIND and your FETCH MODUS is MATCHING KIND, which works by matching two of the same cards together in order to get your item.

You always wear your hair in a side ponytail with a green ribbon, you wear obnoxious green pants, and you never leave your house without your SNAZZY ORANGE SHOES. If you had any knowledge of earth food, you would love citrus fruits. One little secret of yours is that you are missing your left leg from the knee down, but you had it replaced with a robotic limb. You like to keep that covered up by your baggy pants.
Unknown to you, you can hear the THOUGHTS OF OTHERS. But you never realize that you are hearing the thoughts of other people, so you think you are just BATSHIT insane or something. But who cares! All the best leaders were nuts weren’t they?

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Secretly you absolutely love plushies and other cute stuffed animals. But that isn’t an appropriate interest for a terrifying conqueror to have! So it is your biggest secret.

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Name: Kriyel Guster
Blood: Bright green
Hue: 52
Code: #8BC604
Age: 7 sweeps
Sign: ⏇
Lusus: Iguana
Troll tag: futureTyrant
Quirk: You type in o perfectly rezpectoble monner you just reploce your s’s with z oand you’re a’s with o.

[Pepperedfox]

> Be the fishface.
BLUH BLUH BLUH YOU JELLY BRO? {B)

> Be the huge dick.
Yeah, yeah, I know you're jealouz, no need to flaunt it around {8V

Your name is FEREUS LAZULI and you are the COOLEST GUY ON ALTERNIA. It's only natural, seeing how you're a seadweller and a MASTER CULLER. A lot of people don't seem to agree with you on the culling matter and pester you for proof, but you know that they're just jealous. And with you having one of the highest blood colors on the hemospectrum, who wouldn't be?

Your hobbies are many and plentiful. You enjoy PARTYING LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW and especially enjoy CRUSHING PEOPLE'S DREAMS UNDERFOOT, if not their lives. Despite this, A GOOD SOLID BLACKMANCE seems to elude you like an eel slicked in butter. Fortunately, though, that has recently changed. On more than one occasion you have heard rumors of how you're DESPERATE, which is really quite stupid and so not true.

When not BUGGING THE HELL OF OTHERS you strive to be the most FASHIONABLE AND STYLISH troll in existence. Your sense of fashion is supreme and untrumphable, which is totally a word now because you said so. You tend to use that reason a lot. You also view it as your RESPONSIBILITY AND DUTY TO UPHOLD THE HEMOSPECTRUM which so many trolls today are ignoring. Order must be reestablished. Lowbloods must be lowbloods and highbloods must be highbloods. Only then will the world be right.

Your trolltag is amiableCuller and You zpeak with a zing! {8)

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Blood Color: bb3385
Typing Quirk: Replaces 's' with 'z'.
Age: 6 Sweeps
Symbol: Sigma (Σ)
Strife Specibus: Tridentkind
Fetch Modus: to be decided
Lusus: Hippocamp.
Title: Guardian of Rage
Land: Land of --- and ---

SHENANIGAN DOODLES BY FRIEND

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You just love pissing your kismesis off. It is always the highlight of your day.

[Gunge]

Love this dude! 8D

[Thunder Reign]

This guy's hair needs to be taller!


and this guy has outlined horns. >:

[potatato]

>Be an actual sea-dweller

You succeed, I guess.
Your name is RAMULDA NAESA and you are as previously mentioned, an actual sea-dweller. Not some stupid mutant in between, that would be stupid. You are 6 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD but you don't give a shit. You really don't give a shit about much. That is mainly due to the nonchalant style of luxury you have become quite used to as one would say. This is also due to having a giant SEA TURTLE LUSUS.

You have many INTERESTS. You are an absolute expert on ALTERNIAN PICTURE AND WORDY PANEL BOOKS web based or otherwise. You also have a passion for VIDEO GAMES OF CONSIDERABLE AGE, which some say is stupid due to the simple visuals that you love them for. You enjoy various kinds of DRAWING and STORY TELLING and you are somewhat okay at it but can use some improvement. Your trollTag is: agedGodhood and you always seem to Flib and dib your worbs. and you use the wonderful whipkind for your strife deck.

Edit:made it so there are no swastikas backwards or otherwise.

[sisterScientist]

dude. you do realize your fantroll has a swastika for a symbol. right?

[fussyfangs]

A sea-dweller with a swastika symbol. CLASSY.