Additions to the Trollslum should include at least most of the following information:
- text/blood colour
- typing quirk
- reference picture
- personality and interests
- shirt symbol, weapon, lusus and other similar details
1. keep chatter to a minimum, natter goes in the genchat thread
2. it's best to post your troll's profile in the critique thread if you have any doubts about it
3. don't put your troll's profile in spoilers unless you have lots of trolls in one post
4. don't advertise rps or anything else of the sort in this thread
5. profiles without trolltags won't be added
6. obvious joke trolls or trolls that are really bad mary sues won't be added
Trolls are catalogued in alphabetical order by trolltag.
Current troll count: yeah we're past 2000 at this point
If I have missed a troll, please repost their bio or a link to their bio in an old thread and I will add them!
If you want to post an updated version of your troll's bio, please go ahead and I'll update that link ASAP.
IF YOU MISSPELL YOUR TROLL'S TROLLTAG, I WILL COPY YOUR SPELLING. I don't know whether the misspellings are intentional or not, and best to err on the side of caution.
Posts without trolltags won't be added.
Profiles entirely in spoilers won't be added either! C'mon, don't be shy!
> Be the sword-wielder's paradox self, again. You have some clarification to do with your introduction.
Your name is IRIXXA SILHAT and you are currently about 7.85 SOLAR SWEEPS which is equivalent to 17 HUMAN YEARS. Your wiggling day already passed. Your blood color shows that you are of a middle-class society Troll. Your preferred symbol is Zeta, one of the ancient Greek alphabets.
You are just a few sweeps away from leaving Alternia. You knew that the events during the ancient times of your planet had left all adults banished to space while the young remain. You are one of the very few Trolls to use RATIONAL THINKING to solve problems before resorting into necessary VIOLENCE after your attempts fail. In fact, you really dislike hurting people, literally or not. However, you have good reasons to do so if situations force you really hard to the limits.
Let's go down to INTERESTS; You seem to find enthusiasm in WRITING. Although it's not a thing a middle-blood should do(?), you write of mostly fictions for a hobby. You also show interest to FLARPing not because you want to mess around like almost every other Troll, but as a training for self-defense in the future. You are quite ADVENTUROUS as well, although not as much as when you were younger. You have a slightly different choice of clothing unlike MOST OTHER TROLLS because of this certain FLARP profession.
There are a few things you hate too, most particularly PEOPLE WITH NOT A SINGLE RESPECT to even slightest of things. They just piss you off, but not easily. You also hate TRAITORS, because they are HARD TO TRUST after they've shown their TRUE NATURE. In a distant past, you had a member on your team KILLED by a certain someone you know to have a BLOOD COLOR that of a MUTANT. You too, find the hemospectrum caste system to have FLAWS, but questioning them will only get you into TROUBLE, so your complaints go unheard. Did you forget to mention that you dislike IMPROPER TIME MANAGEMENT?
Your LUSUS is a JAGUAR. Size doesn't matter as long as she could keep harm's way from getting you due to you living in a dangerous mainland continent. She died being eaten by a MUSCLESHARK when you were 6 SWEEPS old, having you left to fend on your own. Luckily, your HIVE was completed before her death.
Odd thing is, you have a human counterpart self from ANOTHER TIMELINE. You don't know why, but it's strange to have one for yourself. The only way to reach contact to her is by TROLLIAN which you spend some time chatting with Trolls and humans alike. If you play SGRUB, you bear the title "Hunter of Fate" and your MEDIUM is LAND OF DREAMS AND TIME. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is scytheKind and in order to fetch items, you have to perform a FETCH MODUS called CARD DECKS. To do this, you have to carry out a set of cards and choose a card with an item desired to be withdrawn.
Oh yeah, your alternate outfit is almost the same, except the shirt is around stone gray. It's just that the shirt has difference in color. You wear this when you're not into FLARP as depicted below;
Your trolltag is jeweledMaiden and (-you t3nd to hav3 probl3ms with th3 l3tt3r "E", so 3 mak3s up for it.-)
Last edited by Belonoid Anoesis; 06-24-2011 at 08:11 AM.
Reason: Changed the blood color because the previous one is tad bright.
Just reposting the link to Bakar here, kinda since I was last in the thread... but then again I bet everybody read till the end of the thread to see if anyone explained a lock, but whatever here it is.
You are many things, but hipster is not one of them, GOD DAMMIT.
You are FODERI AEQUIT, 8.31 solar sweeps old, and you will not hesitate to disassemble anyone who calls you a hipster into a bloody mess. No matter what blood color they are.
You are a fledgling Legislacerator and you are quite concerned with MAKING SURE PEOPLE STAY IN LINE. It is ironic then that you don’t put much stock in the hemospectrum, choosing to ASSOCIATE WITH WHOEVER YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE.
But seriously. You will have at least some semblance of order, or else hands are going to fly.
Which, given your tendencies towards sarcasm and being generally acidic, tends to be a bit of a problem. But you're a decent troll to get to know, you swear.
Your color on the hemospectrum is azure, and you think that’s just perfectly grand. Not quite middle and not quite upper class, a wonderful place to be. To be even more confusing, you dress in colors that do not pertain to that of your blood. You secretly think it’s clever. In actuality, it’s just stupid.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is bladekind. You take an unnatural enjoyment in removing the hands of those who get a little more than rowdy. You utilize a LEGAL DOCUMENT fetch modus, requiring you to embed your items into confusing legal bullshit that you must then decipher in order to retrieve said item. God, why did you ever even do that? It’s so stupid.
Your LUSUS NATURAE is that of a LARGE WOLF. You frequently have to remind it to never eat or gnaw any scabbards you have lying around.
Your trolltag is bladedProcurator and you \\\Like Talking Like This~
Last edited by bladedProcurator; 05-26-2011 at 05:54 PM.
So I was told that Trollslum had been taken over, and I came to give kudos. You guys needed someone competent in charge who doesn't completely forget to update for weeks at a time. I'm sure you'll do a fine job! I tip my rainbow hat to you.
Your name is SELINI FEGARI, and you’re NOT CRAZY! The very idea is ridiculous! After all, the PERSONIFICATION OF THE MOONS would hardly be allowed to be crazy, right? Since you’re so nice, you’ll explain to any confused readers!
Everyone knows that there’s a GODDESS living on each moon, right? Some people say that’s just a tale for wrigglers, but you know better. Up until 8.5 sweeps ago, it was true! But then something terrible happened. See, the GOD OF THE SUN was jealous of the moon goddesses, because they get to look at and care for all the people, while all he gets is jadebloods. He thought that if the light of the moons went out, trolls would be forced to go outside in the day, and he could finally be happy. So he did a terrible, terrible thing. He sent his invisible sun worms to attack the goddesses, and his plan almost worked!
Luckily for everyone, the goddesses weren’t going to fall so easily. They sealed their moon powers into a SINGLE PERSON (that’s you!) and went to sleep until you can raise them again. For the first 33 days of each perigee, the Pink Moon is in control of you, and you’re CALM and HAPPY. If you must fight in this time, you do so with a STAFF, so you don’t hurt anyone TOO BADLY. The rest of the time, the Green Moon guides you, and you’re BRASH and IMPULSIVE, fighting with a sword. You know which moon guides you when, because your blood color CHANGES TO MATCH IT. Oh, sure, other people say your blood is always green, but they just don’t see as clearly as you. POOR OTHER PEOPLE.
Your lusus is a RABBIT. You’re pretty sure she used to LIVE ON THE MOONS! She’s so cute and cuddly, and you LOVE HER SO MUCH. Your hobbies including ROLE PLAYING, but you don’t roleplay as the goddesses! That would be OFFENSIVE. No, you alternate between roleplaying as a HEALER MAGE and as a BRAVE KNIGHT. You also like EPIC FANTASY STORIES and RACES, because YOU’RE QUITE FAST.
Your trolltag is twoMoons and your TYPING STYLE (HANGES ...depending on whi)h moon you're guided by...
She's kind of a parody of a certain type of fantroll. The kind that would be classified as delusional. Not sure if I'm going to use her in rps or not.
==> Be the one who likes Troll Baseball
==> Be the DYSLEXIC one who likes Troll Baseball
Oh ok. That narrows it down.
You are now NAHK RAANO.
You enjoy TROLL BASEBALL, as was previously stated. It is your LIFE, which is one of the reasons your intelligence is BELOW AVERAGE. You're not only very bad at pretty much anything un-sporty, but you are also DYSLEXIC. This makes you really bad at typing to your friends on Trollian, because you take AGES to respond, and you still get your words mixed up. They just DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU.
Because of your MOLE LUSUS, you are also very familiar with the GROUND. You can sort of feel where it's the thickest and where it's not. It helps you with your SECRET GARDENING HOBBY that you tell NO ONE about. If any of your bros found out, you'd be stripped of any guy-ness you had in an instant.
Your Trolltag is dyslexicOutfielder and you Really tyr to splel tinhgs rihgt, btu it dosen't wrok.
Your name is WAVRIT GLAZRA and you think that everything has a purpose!
Not in one of those weird philosophical ways, mind you. You're not really that firm of a believer in fate. But in one of those ways where you think it's just downright silly to throw things away! Using everything until it's physically incapable of being used anymore, that's your way of life. It's even reflected in your clothing! Sure, you're a greenblood, and could afford new clothes if you liked, but why, when a few patches here and there will suffice for a quick fix?
Extending off of this philosophy, you have grown fond of collecting... well, all sorts of objects. Normal stuff, weird stuff, common stuff, rare stuff: whatever you feel might have SOME sort of use somewhere in the future. As such, your hive is essentially Chekov's Armory for the future. Will you -really- need the bulk of your stuff? Probably not. But, could the two pronged fork come in handy if you have a hive guest with an aversion to the number four? Maybe. Just maybe. At the very least, you have a hell of a good time finding things and examining them. They make good objects for trading with other trolls for services and ~more stuff~, too! Before moving on, it should be noted, this applies to facts, too! You adore reading factual texts just to draw out random tidbits of information on all subjects. Again, will you ever -need- to know the melting point of platinum or the flight speed velocity of an unladen tweetbeast? Doubtful. But you never know!
So, how does this all impact your personality? For starters, your curiosity is nearly unparalleled; you're willing to listen to nearly any topic of discuss, or at least one that has some sort of factual basis. When it comes to feelings and philosophies, you're a little less informed and interested. You maintain the slightly annoying habit of bringing up strange and vaguely related bits of fact related to a conversation, as well. With your strange quirks aside, though, it can be said that, by troll standards, you are typically very level headed and, usually, friendly, though you would by no means refer to yourself as charismatic. Truth be told, perhaps one of the one things that you do not have no tolerance for is the overzealous in any set of beliefs, be they extreme hemofacists, hemorebels, or those who would like to see anyone whose name doesn't start with an S culled. Why can't they just -relax- and figure out their problems in a way that doesn't seem to force other people to get involved? That said, as a comfortable middle blood, the hemospectrum is largely something you ignore in your everynight life.
As it must be clear, your interests span an incredibly broad variety of subjects (see; nearly everything), though you would quickly point out that, in this respect, you are a jack of all trades, but master of very little: stuff is interesting, no doubt, but you don't exactly have one or two primary interests, unlike most trolls, though you're quite 0kay with it. You do maintain a fondness for zoological specimens for your collections, such as animal skeletons, taxidermy, and long perished creatures preserved in jars. Yeah, you're a bit odd sometimes, but really, should that be a surprise? Geology is pretty fun, too: easy to practice and always yields interesting finds.
As to be expected from any trolls, you ensure that you are well aware how to use a weapon should you need to defend yourself from the local wildlife or one of the many psychotic residents of the planet. Thus, you are a wielder of the pickKind. Currently, it is stocked with only a simple digging pickaxe.
Name = Wavrit Glazra
Trolltag = indispensableCurio
Blood/Text = #3C6F00 – Green
Age = 9 Sweeps
Quirk = Double letters are single (leters), spaces are +, no punctuation, no capitalization
Lusus = A very large ferret. That's really all there is to say. His name is Pic, being your Partner in Cr- no, Collecting.
Strife Specibus = pickKind
Fetch Modus = triviaModus: Each card has a question on it. You must answer to get the item! It changes automatically over time if you don't know the answer, and there is one feature to force change the question. They are typically rather simple even so.
SGRUB Title/Land: Bard of Breath – Land of Bricks and Ore
Your trollian handle is indispensableCurio and you+never+ repeat+leters+in+a+word+it's wasteful+just+like+punctuation+so+you+join+sentenc es+with+addition
>Be the illusionist.
Your name is VIRADI RHASEN and not everything is as it seems!
That's essentially your motto that you live by. At least in application toward yourself, as you surround yourself at all times by fake realities. Not only is it reflected in your strong interest in writing (fiction, of course, normally surreal and fantastical) and acting, but your natural talents, of which two are most notable. The first is psychic: you possess the powerful ability to create illusionary images of anything you can imagine, though the more fantastic and grander the image, the more focus and energy it takes to create. Thus, it would be far easier to produce ten images of yourself, a thing you see everyday, than a thirty foot tall beast of your own creation. Your other talent is purely natural, though: you are quite skilled in ventriloquism. Using this talent in conjunction with your ability to create illusions, you have been able to befuddle many an attacker.
Why not get back to that later, though, and explore the depths of your mind? For starters, you're ambitious. Real ambitions. Prepared to do whatever you need to do to meet your ends, and you're not afraid to let those around you know it. Sure, you're a lowblood, but at least you're yellow: could be worse. Your goal, on said note, is to be an actress when you reach the fleet, and given your dramatic nature and flair for all things false, it's apparent that you won't be having problems with that: but you can't take too many chances, you know? That's why you broke off with your old FLARPing friends: seemed like they were dragging you back from your full potential, you know? While the roleplaying part of the game was certainly helpful for your, the fatal part eventually got to you, despite the fact that as you played with lowbloods only, prey to your psychic powers. You're too good to waste your talents on small time players, anyways, it was just too easy. Truth be told as well, you're not a very honest person at all, being so used to deception and false personas; lying comes just as naturally to you as telling the truth does. This all said, do you have any qualities they could be considered endearing? Well, of course, you're not some sort of 2-D villain, right? To those who you don't find a threat to your success, you're more than willing to pal around with them, perhaps collaborating on some sort of fiction adventure or quadrant related advice. Because, of course: with your winning personality and good looks, you are an absolute master of the romantic relations.
Alright, truth be told, you've never had any. And that's pretty much a huge problem. No one must ever know. You don't know why, though! You're fun, approachable, dynamic, and creative, right? Not to mention those looks again, but really, come on, people, open your eyes! Sigh- oh well. Perhaps for this reason, you take interest in shipping your friends together. If you can't have someone yet, maybe you can see if your true pairings unfold before your eyes? You would never interfere with the relationship of another, though- that would just be totally against the concept of romance, you know?
Which leads us back to your interest, because now that we know your personality, we can better investigate. As it can be gathered, the bulk of your attention is spent on acting, something you have a natural affinity for. You would almost say that you feel more comfortable in character than out. Almost. Not quite. Truth be told, though, you would rather make your living as an author, spinning your webs of complex fictions (settings for which are often provided by a contact of yours), but in the future, that won't be a very good option, now will it. Oh well! A hobby can stay a hobby, another can advance to be a career. The two major ones aside, you find delight in trying your hand at various puzzle games (including riddles, problem-solving tasks, and actual puzzles) and optical illusions: they're good ways to give the mind a good stretch, you have to stay sharp! Stupid people bother you endlessly. And, of course, you often dive into classical films and works of fiction, to gain inspiration for your own ideas, but psssh. You want to do something bigger than those old dead trolls ever did. You're going to do something new, exciting, and AWESOME. Yeah! That said, you really do enjoy movies and a good book; given your loves in life, how could you not?
On last notes, in combat, you make use of the maceKind, specifically a metal fanged mace. Gotta defend yourself in the harsh, cruel world, after all. As stated, though, your power helps with that a lot. Make some clone images, throw your voice, sneak up behind the enemy and beat them to a pulp. Yeah, that's how it goes. And the hemospectrum? Haha. Really, you think the whole thing is pretty dumb: You're the one with the awesome powers, after all. But hey, it's none of your business, even if you fall on the unfortunate end of the stick. Some things just never change, and you have to take what's given, you know?
Name = Viradi Rhasen
Trolltag = illusorySimulacrum
Blood/Text = #C5B358 – Light Yellow
Age = 8 Sweeps
Quirk = Words with emphasis surrounded by tildes. Last word of phrase pushed away. No capitalization. Excessive ? And ! Uses smilies: }B) – horns, glasses, and mouth.
Lusus = Giant chameleon - Chameleonmom. You just call her Cam. She's always camouflaged and useless!
Strife Specibus = maceKind - fanged mace.
Fetch Modus = Charades Modus- You must act out the use of the item you wish to retrieve. No words allowed!
SGRUB Title/Land: Witch of Sight – Land of Stages and Prisms
Your trolltag is illusorySimulacrum and you speak in a ~shimmery~ way, like your ~words~ are ~illusions~!!!! }B)
Last edited by eruditeScholar; 08-21-2011 at 08:44 AM.
Your name is CHRISA PTERON and you're 8 sweeps old. You live on a desert mesa with your rattlesnake lusus, and it tends to get KIND OF CHILLY. Thus, you wear a long skirt, a turtleneck, and a vest. You live on the top of the mesa, far out of reach of daywalking zombies. Practical! Inside your hive is a long stairway down to your garage, where you keep your motorcycles.
Ah...your motorcycles. So fast and sleek and beautiful. You love the feeling of knowing you maintain them all on your own, and you're extremely proud of the modifications you've made to them. Sure, you didn't invent anything new, but what you did, you did with your own two grease stained hands! You dream of being a mechanic for the imperial fleet when you come of age.
You like to think you don't really care about the caste system. The truth, however, is a little more complex then that. While you don't actively flaunt your position unless you're feeling particularly bitchy, you find it rather difficult to care much about people lower on the spectrum, unless they happen to be friends of yours. That's going to occasionally bite you in the ass.
Aside from maintaining your motorcycle and being a general bitch to your best friend, you have a number of hobbies. You've got an INSTENSE PASSION for all things superhero, and collect superhero movies and posters. Your love of superheros extends beyond simple fangirlism, however, and you've joined a group of superhero and villian larpers (not flarpers, it's much less deadly) as the crossbow wielding, trick shooting Cobalt Cross. It's really, really fun. Almost as fun are the rare times you go out to actually deliver vigilante justice to, well...anyone who meets 3 or more of the criteria you've written up.
Speaking of rping, you also FLARP with your best friend, although lately it's been losing it's charm. Everybody else in the area are such wigglers about it, and it's starting to seem like a waste of time. You figure you’ll eventually move onto something else.
Your best friend is Altaia, and while sometimes it seems like you hate her, nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, she might be a thuggish brute most of the times, and an utter bitch, but she's also an incredably loyal friend, and you and her have been best friends for 5 sweeps. She was the one who comforted you a sweep ago when your lying bastard of a redblooded ex-matesprit robbed you blind and vanished, and you're the one who acts as a shoulder to cry on and a sounding board whenever she's feeling down. You've recently become moirails, but you still think your friendship is more important then your romance.
You’ve got a secret passion for all things bright colored, and your respiteblock admittedly looks like a unicorn exploded in there. On the other hand, it insures that nobody else will go in there, as even your current matesprit winces at the garish colors and hurries out. While your everyday outfit is properly somber, you’ve got a rainbow striped cocktail dress you wear in your hive when you’re feeling down.
Your trolltag is azureArrow and you ty>e in a >ointe< manner.
Your name is HAKUSH CONGLI and you are an INCREDIBLY UNPROFESSIONAL DOCTOR.
The main reason is that you are always either FLIRTING WITH or TRYING TO KILL your patients. Some would say the latter is flirting as well. You're one of them. The reason is because you have an UNHEALTHY LOVE for OTHER'S MISFORTUNE. You want to make all those SUFFERING LITTLE TROLLS YOURS. Of course, the fact that you only treat 6-SWEEP+-YEAR-OLDS makes it a BIT BETTER. Or at least, YOU THINK SO.
Anyways, onto your OTHER INTERESTS. You absolutelty love ROMANTIC MOVIES. Especially those FILLED WITH CONVOLUTED ROMANCE. You love TRYING TO FIGURE OUT several things: WHO'S DATING WHO, WHO CHEATED ON THEIR MATESPRIT WITH SOMEONE ELSE, WHO HATE-FLIRTED WITH THEIR KISMESIS'S BEST FRIEND, and WHO IS THE VILLAGE TWO-WHEEL DEVICE FOR ANY QUADRANT. Its all a BIG PUZZLE FOR YOU. Not that you don't like the ACTUAL ROMANCE, that's good as well.
You also REALLY FUCKING LOVE CARROTS. They are the greatest food EVER. You could eat them all day and NEVER STOP. Which brings us to your FETCH MODUS: CARROT PATCH. Basically, all your items start out as SEEDS, which must be PLANTED in a GARDEN. You must then spend time GROWING THEM and TAKING CARE OF THEM, until they reach RIPENESS, when you can SUCCESSFULLY RETRIEVE THEM.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is 1X2SHTGNKIND, which you use to BLAST HOLES IN YOUR FOES with the MYSTERIOUS ARTIFACT known only as MOON RICE. You got it in the SHORT TIME when you FLARPED as PROFESSOR BLUESPEC. You still ROLEPLAY as her sometimes.
Your HIVE is a LARGE SUBTERRANEAN BUILDING, sprawling in ALL DIRECTIONS. And nobody bothers to check out the SMALL HOLE IN THE GROUND in the MIDDLE OF THE WOODS. This ensures you a LIFE OF PEACE. Except when HOPBEAST HUNTERS come LOOKING FOR YOUR LUSUS. Then you have to FIGHT THEM OFF to keep BUNNYYMOM safe.
On Trollian, your TROLLTAG is physicianLagomorpg, 3|=> And you tend to, you know, insert little, eh, words into your speech, you know, Doc? <3 3|=> You're also, eh, pretty, you know, flirtacious, Doc. <3 Also, your BLOOD COLOR is #424675.
In SGRUB you will be the PRIESTESS OF DARKNESS in the LAND OF CAVES AND MOLES. Your CONSORTS will be LYSOROPHI, weird EXTINCT SNAKE-SALAMANDER THINGS.
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I just reread the entire thing (thank you mirror) and, seriously, Aliesh is creeping me out.
Your name is DOULOS CONCIT. You are 9 SOLAR SWEEPS old and you have what you like to describe as BRONZE BLOOD. You live in your TREEHOUSE FORTRESS with your lusus, a fearsome BEAR-SNAKE, and you really enjoy shooting stuff with CROSSBOWS.
Speaking of crossbows, that's sure a neat SCAR on your eyeball! It is indicative of your power, which is DAMN-NEAR GODLY AIM. You can pretty much shoot anything you can see. You keep it HIDDEN behind your hair to make it more mysterious.
Actually, the primary reason for that is because it is TOTALLY A BLUFF because you got that scar in a nasty brawl and in fact are BLIND IN THAT EYE. You don't actually have any special powers, but this REALLY PSYCHES PEOPLE OUT when they know about it and you use this to your advantage.
You wear the cloak and wield the weapon of your ancestor, who is known only as SKYBLAZE. Your weapon of choice is your DOUBLE-SIDED CROSSBOW not much different in shape to your own symbol. You keep a bowKind, a crossbowKind, and 2xxbowKind (doublecrossbowKind) strife specibi but you really only use the one weapon; even though your sylladex is loaded with ammo, you still prefer the old-school method of using a QUIVER. Your ancestry has led you to title yourself HERO OF THE PEOPLE, as Skyblaze was basically Troll Robin Hood but way more VIOLENT. You try to uphold his good name by DESTROYING the wicked and defending the weak.
Unfortunately, the people close to you keep getting KILLED. While you were young, your messed-up brains developed a COPING MECHANISM in the form of finding similar trolls to the ones that you have lost and giving them NICKNAMES identical to the original. This is PRETTY PATHETIC, but it is so subconscious that you only register it as AN EASY WAY TO REMEMBER PEOPLE.
And speaking of heinous: you detest SUBJUGGLATORS because of both their violence and their GAMES. You detest all games, particularly VIOLENT OR DANGEROUS ones. You are way overprotective of the people you are close to. You also detest DRINKING both because it is dangerous and because you have NO LIVER which makes even small amounts of alcohol become DISASTROUSLY HILARIOUS.
Also you're a stalker who likes to eat food that other people leave and smell people in their sleep. It's pretty TERRIFYING but you manage to get away with it thanks in part to your LADYKILLING TECHNIQUES which are nothing short of miraculously horrible, and your SOCIAL SKILLS which pretty much involve staring and awkward comments.
Your trolltag is arrowheadProtector and you <<< Speak tø ladies with nøt much cønfidence.
>>> And inward with terrible thøughts.
Name: Doulos Concit
Age: 9 sweeps
Blood: "Bronze" or #B46610
Strife specibi: bowKind, crossbowKind, 2xxbowKind
Fetch modus: Sightseeing (aims weapon at the item he wants to retrieve using the sight on the bow and fires; sometimes it bounces off and hits a bunch of other stuff too, which can empty the whole thing oh golly that's bad)
Creepy: oh hell yes he's creepy what did you think
Your name is NAPHAL OPTOME.
Regular (red) version:
The RED BLOOD that flows through your veins has allowed you to CONTACT THE DEAD since a very young age, and you are capable of CHANNELING THEIR UNHOLY POWER. Except... well, to be quite honest, you're way too meek to do that. You prefer to strike up FRIENDSHIPS with the ghosts that pester you, fulfilling the tasks they had left unfinished and CAN NO LONGER DO THEMSELVES. This makes you some sort of PROBLEM SLEUTH TO THE UNDEAD, and you travel all over Alternia, digging up lost property and hidden treasure, passing on messages to BEREAVED MATESPRITS, egging the hives of NOT-SO-BEREAVED KISMESES, so on and so forth.
As a result of this line of work, you are much more capable of talking to the GRUMPY DECEASED than the living, which makes you a shy and introverted troll. You are NATURALLY FRIENDLY, but you know full well THE ENTIRETY OF TROLL SOCIETY is pitted against you and thus you don't tend to go out of your way to socialize with others. To stop yourself from getting too lonely, you occupy yourself with SINGING. You are an incredibly talented SINGER, and this is how your powers manifest- you can CALL THE UNDEAD with your voice and even MANIPULATE THE FEELINGS of others, placating them for long enough to RUN AWAY.
If you do manage to make living friends, you tend to get VERY POSSESSIVE OF THEM. You have issues with JEALOUSY and dislike it when they have other, closer friends or- god forbid- matesprits or moirails, assuming they view you as inferior and will DISCARD YOU. This is also another reason why you like talking to the dead so much: you're simply the best guy available for GHOSTLY ODD JOBS, and that makes you their most important friend.
When you are not on the roam fulfilling troll wishes, you live in the DESICCATED HIVES of your former clients. Your LUSUS is dead, caused by a bad SINGING ACCIDENT, but you called his ghost back and now he HAUNTS YOU CONSTANTLY. You're not sure if he likes it or not, but he's the one case where you really don't care about the ghost's feelings! You communicate with the dead via TELEPATHY, but if a living troll or a technologically savvy ghost (don't laugh, it happened once) wants to bug you, you carry a PDA in your SOCKET FETCH MODUS. And for what it's worth, your strife specibus is songKind, but you really really do HATE TO FIGHT! You just want to live in peace and make friends with everyone!
Grubby Stew (yellow) alternate version:
For as long as you can remember, the DARK ORANGE BLOOD that flows through your veins has granted you psychic powers, albeit ones that you DON'T REALLY LIKE USING. The voices of the dead whisper in your ears, whether you want them to or not, and your only respite from their pestering is SONG- but even that doesn't work, because your almost supernatural singing abilities serve as a NATURAL LURE for wandering souls. As a result, you have been forced to accept their presence, and have even managed to BEFRIEND A GOOD CHUNK OF THEM. Nobody else seems to see them though, save those with natural psychic powers, and so most people think you're sort of CRAZY. Even by troll standards. If you wanted you could FORCE THE GHOSTS to do your bidding by singing at the right pitch, but you've never discovered that.
To avoid getting culled for your percieved nuttiness, as well as the fact you're NOT THAT GREAT AT FIGHTING, you have dedicated yourself to being as simpering and nice as you possibly can to HIGHBLOODS and LOWBLOODS alike. No matter how much abuse is piled on you by those higher on the spectrum than you, or how often you get mocked, your only response is a smile and an apology. Some would call it NIGH-MASOCHISTIC BEHAVIOR, but that's not the case at all. Because, honestly, you're as dedicated to the idea of a REVOLUTION as can be- sweeps of culled ghosts murmur to you about the INJUSTICES piled upon them, and you find it much easier to get on with your fellows in the low castes than the largely insufferable nobility.
Normally you would class yourself as being a touch IMPATIENT, which would make others wonder why you haven't ACTED ON YOUR REBELLIOUS URGES by now; if you really wanted, you could BEND OTHERS TO YOUR WILL (although it only works on red-yellow bloods, actually) and command them to go SLAUGHTER those wretched high caste snobs in their fancy castle hives. But the ghosts are always telling you to WAIT, their cryptic tones informing you that one day the PERFECT OPPORTUNITY will come. You are sure this opportunity will be great and will not involve trauma to the facial area at all.
Even though you gave up on the idea of SINGING TO DETER GHOSTS long ago, you still enjoy it thoroughly, and it's more common to see you carolling away than it is to see you silent. You even TALK melodically, although you can stop it if you try, and anyone who passes by your cottage-esque hive while you're home can HEAR YOUR CONSTANT SINGING through the stone walls. It's a good thing you're actually talented, or else you probably would have been culled already! You'd hate to meet the same fate as poor CATNIA RIGURT. Apart from that, your HOBBIES include STARGAZING and SEWING, and you also have a keen interest in COLORFUL ALTERNIAN WILDLIFE. Poofy pants and ruffled shirts have never really been your thing, so you stick to bland troll clothing for the most part, but you made yourself a GLITTERY CAPE a sweep ago and have worn it ever since. (It makes you feel SPECIAL.)
Regardless of what version you are, your trolltag is abandonedHives and you're cheerier th_n the t_g would suggest, don't worry _t _ll! o<o
Wha7 do you mean I can'7 be the smar7 one??? Oh fine 7hen...
> Be the smartER one.
Your name is CORYN SKEN. You are 9 solar sweeps old and have NAVY BLUE BLOOD. While this sets you high on the hemospectrum you don't particularly care, and it doesn't make much of an impact on your life deep in the sub-levels of your expansive hive. Which is where you spend most of your time due to being shy about the size of your HORNS, which grew to full size much sooner than the rest of your body. Though now that you are a few sweeps older and the chronic neck pains are starting to dissipate you spend more and more time outside of the hive. Your lusus is an equally rare and massive TIGER BEAST. Which spends most of its time roaming the grassland that surrounds your hive. You are particular to your DUALSKIND specibus, which allows you to use any weapon proficiently, only as long as your using two of them that is.
Because of this you always keep a pair of SWORDS tucked away in your sylladex. While being being both THIN and painstakingly forged to have perfectly STRAIGHT edges they are exceedingly STRONG and are seemingly invulnerable.
Your interest involve WRITING and THEORETICAL PHYSICS among numerous others. These two things however you find yourself to be constantly unable to explain to your MYRIAD OF FRIENDS. All of which regard you as the smartest one in the group. Though you are unsure if they see you as such because of your INTELLIGENCE or their own. Nonetheless you often combine these two interest and create epic stories involving the accepted theories of the day as well as many of your own, mostly revolving around time travel and passage through alternate dimensions. Sadly few actually take the time and read through your rather expansive story lines. They have similar feelings about your rant-like way of explaining things as well.
You also have issues when it comes to inquiries about your ancestor. While you tend to play it off by using your incredible powers of APATHY, it's actually due to a much more intricate reason. It is a secret that you are determined to keep hidden but feel that a time will come when you will have no choice but to reveal the truth about your past. For now though you are happy just the way things are. Though this annoyance pales in comparison however to people remarking upon your odd name. It's not your fault you've been a recluse for most of your life and didn't get the freaking 6/6 memo. Well maybe it is a little bit, but you're not changing your name just so people will be quiet about it.
Your title is the FORGER OF LIGHT. Which seems to go along with the ability you've always had to see the way that PURE ENERGY moves through the universe. And subsequently you learned to manipulate it to your will after entering your SGRUB session, almost always with EXPLOSIVE RESULTS. Ironically your planet is the LAND OF TIME AND DARKNESS. Which you like to think is the INCIPISPHERE having a SENSE OF HUMOR.
You use the trolltag indirectlyDivine and you speak in a manner that is fairly eloquen7 and usually 7o 7he poin7...
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You are now ARUMAJI CHUKO and no matter what those idiot neighbors of yours say, YOU ARE A KNIGHT.
You've had the magnificient DREAM of becoming a KNIGHT since you were little more than a GRUB. When you turned FIVE SWEEPS OLD, you got your wish in the form of ARMOR. You also got a marvelous DOUBLE-ENDED SWORD known as ANCIENT SHELL. This is what has gifted you with the ARMORKIND and 2X1BLADEKIND Strife Specibi, pushing your old SHELLKIND into EMERGENCY-ONLY USE.
You spend your nights RESCUING FAIR MAIDENS and ASSISTING MASCULINE WARRIORS IN COMBAT. You are therefore HARDLY EVER at your HIVE. You have trusted GLYPTOGRAMPS, an ANCIENT ARMORED ARMADILLO, with caring for the Rural Hive you two share.
Your NEIGHBORS GREATLY DISLIKE when you decide to TAME THE WILD BEASTS by BRUTALLY ASSAULTING their LUSII. As well as DESTROYING WINDMILL GIANTS, SNATCHING WIGGLERS from their Hives to RESCUE THEM from their EVIRESCUE THEM from their EVIL CUSTODIANS, and your OTHER HEROIC DEEDS.
Your FETCH MODUS is the ROLLING MODUS, where you must ROLL THE CARDS UP LIKE ARMADILLOS to see the CODES, then ROLL THEM DOWN HILLS to RETRIEVE THEM. It can be annoying where there AREN'T ANY HILLS, but you don't mind!
In SGRUB, you will be the KNIGHT OF DELUSIONS in the LAND OF ILLUSIONS AND WINDMILL. Your CONSORTS will be WATER BUFFALO. You will PROTOTYPE with your DEAD LUSUS and the TALE OF TROLL DON QUIXOTE, both PRE-MEDIUM.
On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is armoredAncient ([A[_]d y[@]ur w[@]rds are always arm[@]red, whether they be lai[_] straight [@]r curled up, g[@][@]d sir!]) Your blood color is 8A6D31, by the way.
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I just reread the entire thing (thank you mirror) and, seriously, Aliesh is creeping me out.
==> Be the weak greenblood
Ok just try not to get yourself killed
You are now ELPERD YERRAN and you have really thin skin, so thin as to be like paper. You are not weak however as evidenced by your Hammerkind strife allocation. You are 6.5 solar sweeps old and live with your Lusus a giraffe. You have a love of country music and hard boiled cops. You are constanly drinking energy Vitamin Water which is a universal constant. Your trolltag is blueSoprano and yaur vaice has a distinctive twang ta it.
i'm nat very STRANG, i can barely walk thraugh my hause withaut getting hurt.
Well, it IS a bad haircut. But really, you're not into the weepy sob story shit. Those are for weirdos.
Your name is AHMATI SILECK and you love life. You love everything. You love having everything, seeing everything, touching everything. In fact, some may describe you as a ... glutton for the senses. To the point where even smells give you the most delectable of pleasures. What? No, you're not depraved. Trolls don't just appreciate anyone who clearly enjoys life as much as you do!
It's a good thing that, as an orangblood, your psychic power can extend to controlling and extending your sensory input into the minds and bodies of various insects. Granted, their eyesight is not exactly the best, but oh god their feelers are so amazing. You prefer using butterflies, and tend to just stay in your hive, curled up, looking though their antennae into Alternia. Not that you can't control them while conscious, though. You just don't like jamming and contradictory sensory inputs - you'd much rather prefer to isolate everything into a single channel so the good times can be maximized.
Much as you'd like to spend all your time running around and licking things, you've still got to take care of yourself! You're a bit on the thin side, on the unhealthy side; not all of the things you try are exactly healthy, or even legal. Who knew that your unstoppable cravings had a negative effect on your body, haha? No, of course you knew that, you're not stupid. But you'd be even stupider if you thought you could stop. A pity to your wrecked physique - you're pretty vain, and all those ribs and wound maaaybe detracts from your looks. You'd wear anything that you think makes you look better - that beaten muffler for one, and that oh so dashing fanny pouch that fits perfectly into your waist. If you could only find a cape....
As a connoisseur of the world, you have a know-it-all attitude towards what makes good or bad quality, because, obviously, you have the best tastes in the world. In fact, you have all the tastes. All of it. Not to say that you're an elitist, or that you're snobby towards only high-quality items. In fact, you'd eat a cupcake someone farted on just as eagerly as you would a thick velvety mousse. And you'd appreciate both of them equally. The more pungent or delicious it is, the better, and, in your opinion, the more beautiful. And god are you obsessed with beauty.
You sometimes go on trips outside your hive to collect small plants and animals to be studied in the comfort of your hive. You've got to be all analytic sometimes, bro! Sometimes that's how you get to enjoy things even better! While you are only an amateur, you also take joy in dissection and taxidermy, especially of the insects you so often control. The same would go for the food you ingest, for the movies you watch; you enjoy taking them down into their simplest components and then taking pleasure from each and every one of them. And if you could only get and keep them forever too, just like the specimens of very fine butterflies you keep pinned to your wall. To sense and to pin down. Maybe even hurt them a little. Yeah. And it's yours. All YOURS.
As for your lusus, it is a large, blind and oily fly larva sleeping in a mud bed in the lake by your hive. You hate feeding it. Dear lord, how can it spend all its time being catatonic? Your strife specibus, netKind, helps catch random doodads for your lusus to eat, but you'd just as sooner feed it to this numb jerk than to... to... Troll Kevin Spacey. Yeah.
Your trolltag is aestheticYearner and You type pretty normally, mmm. at least, hnah, You think so. other people can just suck it, ahaha.
Name: Ahmati Sileck Age: 7.2 sweeps Trolltag: aestheticYearner Typing Quirk: all small caps, unless talking about Yourself, heh. Blood: c26a16, Orange Roughy Lusus: Dormant maggot Strife Specibus: netKind Fetch Modus: SOMETHING MODUS okay fine i can't think of any yet
Your name is KIKIA DIABOLOS, and you are the sweetest and most innocent thing to dwell on Alternia! You're a bit low on the hemospectrum, being an orange blood, but you're sure that EVERYONE loves you! You're ALWAYS bubbly, curious, optimistic, and even a bit childish! You enjoy a lot of CREATIVE activities, including playing the ELECTRIC GUITAR, READING, DRAWING, and ROLEPLAYING! You even collect items like STUFF ANIMALS, PILLOWS and other items of PLUSH texture, just because they're so comfy and adorable! You enjoy doing different types of MISCHEVIOUS PRANKS, but you would NEVER hurt anybody! You're too innocent to hurt anyone!
>Cut the bullshit.
You are a murdering, insane, psychopathic. troll. You have no idea why you were born this way, but you indeed hate your very existence. You have even gotten the crazy thought that you were born PART-DEMON, but you know this would never happen. You can CORRUPT THE MINDS of others, but you have a hard time controlling this and often do it to the wrong people. The main problem you have, however, is that you can TALK TO THE SHADOWS and control them to a VERY, VERY SMALL EXTENT. The shadows are the reason you are a MURDERING PSYCHOPATH, because they traumatize you into doing things you don't enjoy, which includes murdering people. While, yes, one side of you is EXTREMELY HAPPY, the other side of you is the one that ENJOYS KILLING TROLLS and has no mercy whatsoever. You even consider yourself a bit bi-polar, due to the fact that you EASILY SWITCH BETWEEN THE TWO. Your main weapon, besides your strange powers, is a small BUTTERFLY KNIFE, however you are beginning to learn the ways of DARK MAGIC from your lusus. Your lusus, whom you call 'daddy', is an extremely overprotective, scary as fuck, DEMON LIKE-BEAST. He most of the time culls any troll who even comes CLOSE to you, unless you can calm him. He barely even let's you leave your own hive, and he gives you EXTREMELY FRIGHTENING NIGHTMARES. Your lusus is the whole entire reason you have an irrational FEAR OF THE DARK. The only reason you put up with him, is because he seems to love you unconditionally, and he drives away the SHADOWS that plague you when he is around.
Your trolltag is maliciousDevil and y0ur †ext 0f†en see♏s a bi† childish... jus† like yourself!
Either it's a really dark shade or she's going to get culled, you know. Also, what's her symbol? How is she half demon? The psychopath thing is more normal for trolls, yeah, but all in all it seems like you're trying way too hard to be edgy.
Perhaps she needs a rewrite? Or, you can go the route where shadowkinesis is her power, and she's delusional and falsely believes she's a half-demon blackblood.