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    Re: TROLLSLUM 8: H8rs gonna h8!!!!!!!!



    >Be the sneaky catfish.

    Your name is CEYLTE APAGOS, and you are at the age of 7 sweeps.

    You live in a massive corral reef off the coast of Coraina Island. The corol reef is a bright pink surrounded by all kinds of colorful fish and the occassional school of sharks.

    Your only interests are dueling and music. Your reef is mildly decorated in different styles of dueling rapiers and various musical instruments, though, mostly lutes of different sizes.

    Your lusus is a catfish, whom you affectionately named Catfishdad. You figure he is not a very good swimmer for he always swims on his side, not like the rest of the catfish. He has the coolest pointed ears and always overreacts when you touch his whiskers.

    You prefer the Rapierkind strife specibus, and prefer to fight with your dueling rapier. To kill someone you go in hard and you go in fast. "The faster they die the better" you always say.

    If you were to play Sgrub you would be the Bard of Time and your planet would be the Land of Metranomes and Mushrooms. The mushrooms tick as they rock back and forth, but only if thy're poisonous. Your consorts would be steel grey velociraptors.

    Your TrollTag is forgottenSmuggler and you speak Purrfectly normal. That was a carppy pun.

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    This, is my FIRST post on this thread, this board, and my first fantroll. This is also my first sprite edit, so don't judge me! Some sprite edits are helped by some guy named redundantRegret. Thank you! So.. Here I go.
    >Be the weird blue eyed hooded guy.
    Wait, What.


    Your name is PERNIX LEVITER. You are the most trusted member of the LEVITATORNS. A group is where to execute any dangerous that mixes up time, and a study of DEVINENO. Which is an ability of PHYSIC, SCIENCE, and what not. Your ANCESTOR was a LEVITATORN HIGH RANK. Your ANCESTOR is known to study the teachings of BIFURCATION. You live in a LABORATORY, and all mess up materials.

    Your blood is MAGNETA, and sometimes, you just don't like the color YELLOW from jewelry that much. You wear a CAPE from materials of TROLNIOBIUM which is the first CHEMICAL ELEMENT you found in your entire life, when digging up some stuff with your trusty LUSUS. Who is a cat, after digging, your lusus was CRUSHED by the trolniobium. You used it to save your lusus, and keep it on a big jar.

    As a member of Levitorns, all member's must wear a hood with a color depending on their caste. And slice of the head..And replace it with a new one. The new known is a MECHANICAL LIKE HEAD, FULL OF WIRES TO KEEP YOUR MEMORY. The new head is golden, but you like to call it that way. The HEADSETS are connected to both your horns and head. The headsets absorb light from the sky and energy created by movements, once it's absorbed, it flows down to your head and to your mechanical eyes. So, whenever you get ANGRY your eyes turn red, which is a sign of SHOOTING LAZORS. Want me to speak english? The headsets are used to make him shoot lazors, without it, he won't be able to do that. Those symbols on top of your hood are also connected. Green = Normal, Red = Angrish.

    You seem have to like CAPES but not FASHION. Your most common interest is RHYMING. You love rhyme so much, you made tons of SLAM POETRY. Whenever something rhymes, your mechanical head glows. You think it's RACIST to say Peasantblood, Midblood, but it seems bad for you to say that. You extremely love using CODES and extremely A NEUTRAL HACKER known to his friends.

    You seems to be a PERFECT FRIEND to be having. You are sometime's ROYAL and EXPLANATORY at common times, you are also sometimes enthusiastic on a lot of things, and when too much, you get to greedy. You hate IDIOTS that don't know anything and whatnot. You are a nice man, you seem to respect others, sometimes you "FEEL" their pain, and it makes you sad. You try your best to be HELPFUL on other's. Your SENSITIVE AND SHY when a lot of Highbloods, and Peasantbloods are around. You really, no seriously, DON'T WANT TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS, as previously mentioned you "feel" their pain. You want to help other's as best as you can, but act like a total asshole in the end. You also have a forgiving nature, one time, a subjuggulator destroyed your laboratory in order to find something, and you HELPED them do it and you forgive them. One time, an EXECUTOR once tried to kill someone, he actually stopped them and move along. You want to STOP arguments but when nobody likes you, you sometimes BOAST but you extremely wanna die if you do. You try to avoid GETTING ANGRISH or else it would cause an extreme meltdown to your eyes.

    You are also really PARANOIA. Thinking something will happen, NO MATTER WHAT. Your trolltag is royalProgrammer and you speak Like, R%yal. Something like that.
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    Your trolltag is royalProgrammer and you type The Ult-mate H-ghbl%%d %nce used
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    ((First fantroll, tell me if there's anything wrong or bad.))

    >Be the guy who hasn't slept in a week.

    Er...

    >Be the guy who hasn't slept in... uh... two weeks?

    Who?

    >BE THE FUCKING JADEBLOOD



    You are now Sommel Calcol. You have ABSOLUTELY NO SLEEP. Your trolltag is "deprivedThinkpan" and you talk without, ARealy. Caring. when you are tired, which is ALMOST ALWAYS. Otherwise, you talk like yoU arE fuckinG goD.

    You have JADE BLOOD, something you consider RARE. You live in the middle of a desert. The only other LIVING THING you have ever seen in your life is your LUSUS, a gigantic PSYCHIC BED BUG who disallows your sleep for 30 days until finally you are allowed to rest. You find this UNBELIEVABLY ANNOYING and get angry at your lusus all the time.

    You like CODING in Ath, but you are absolutely stumped on how to do some things. You are almost always on your husktop to keep you wide awake, for when you try to sleep, you are frightened awake by your lusus. You have a few FRIENDS that keep you company, but sometimes when you're EXTREMELY TIRED, you accuse them of not existing.

    You like helping others when you can, though usually only for the first 25 DAYS. After that, you go completely BATSHIT CRAZY. When the 30 days are up, your dream self has MAD POWERS on Derse. You CONTROL THAT SHIT.

    You use the HORNKIND, though it's kind of debatable what you can actually USE. You have a MUSICAL HORN already ALLOCATED to it. You use the RHYME MODUS, which always contains your LUCKY ORANGE. Although you could always use "DUCKY", you like the comedic VALUE the orange has to you.

    You love LIVING HIGH UP, and your HIVE is basically a very tall strong POLE that holds up your BASIC LIVING SPACE. Your LUSUS is so mad at this you have no idea.

    You like RUNNING IN THE DESERT for it keeps you awake, though it is DANGEROUS because you will often fall asleep from exhaustion. You like pretending the SAND is evil, and using your HORN to blow it away and you often OBLITERATE objects with your BULL HORN.

    In terms of fashion, you APPRECIATE IT, but usually just wear your PAJAMAS. "it,,s just!, i dont..have taim.. to do stuf liak cloths." you say.

    If you were to play SGRUB, you would go to the LAND OF GRAIN AND SOUND, and be the BARD OF NIGHT.
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    >Be the most radical chicka under the sea



    You are now Rengey Cayber, you're an 8 sweep old seadweller, and you think that's the biggest understatement of the sweep. you're obviously the most radical chicka ever, anywhere, period.

    That being said you should probably say more about yourself. You're a bit excitable and quick to make snap judgements that you're just as quick to change if you find they were wrong, not that you're ever wrong. And if by some miniscule chance you are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, proven wrong you will try to pass it off like you were joking or weren't really serious or were just testing them, because you've got to save face of course. You do your best to stay in a good mood and get pretty pissed when other people are bringing it down. You're also quite the social butterfly, after all, life must be pretty dull when you're not around right? So you have made it a point to talk to stay connected, and when you happen across an introverted individual you bring it upon yourself to bring them out of their shell. Can't have them being a dull lump on a log can we? Well, except lowbloods, those dudes are pretty grody and you avoid them if you can help it, and if you can't you just threaten them, most of them are pretty scared of getting culled and run away, hopefully you'll never have to deal with one brave enough or dumb enough not to.

    When you have free time you tend to make jewelry from odds and ends you find when you're swimming around. You wear some of them but you prefer to give them away to your friends, not that they care, no one appreciates quality accessories. What a bunch of lamers. Oh well, their loss. Aside from that you like to collect old video games and toys. This new stuff is nice and shiny and looks nice and everything but come on, you can't turn down a classic. Besides, they never build stuff as good as they used to, all these new toys just break after like a day and the games are all way too focused on looking good and not being fun. You kind of wish people could just keep shit simple.

    Your hive is smack dab in the middle of a bitching coral reef, which is awesome because you don't really like people coming to your place anyway, you prefer to go to theirs and your lusus is a bit of an embarrassment. And since the place is basically like a maze and the only ones who know how to get through it are you and your lusus you have all the privacy you could ever want. Speaking of your lusus, she's a big fucking toadfish. She's pretty protective, doesn't really like you going out of the hive, so when you do you usually have to sneak out or have an overbearing momfish with you, you fight a lot and sometimes she'll go so far as to lock you in your room (you're not even sure how she manages to do that) and block off the windows (though you've gotten pretty good at picking locks because of it) but all in all you get along fairly well and you love her to death when she's not being a clingy bitchfish.

    You may get loud and pretty pissed off sometimes but fighting isn't exactly a thing you go out of your way to do, after all, pick a fight with the wrong dude and suddenly you're fish food. Regardless you've allocated the hookKind strife specibus. And not like, fishing hooks, though you could use them if you wanted to, no you use those big fucking things they use in butcher shops to hang meat with, you know the ones. It's pretty sick, and you're not too bad with it, but you prefer to use it more like an improvised tool than a weapon. Your fetch modus is set to Lock-Up, each card in it is designated a key which you just have to keep track of, so you've got a big fucking key ring you keep on you all the time, sometimes it's a bitch going through it, just gotta be sure not captchalogue it. Picking the locks is possible but screw up and the item inside will be launched at lightning speed, usually at a wall or out a window, what is with that?

    If you were to play a game like sGRUB you'd be the Heir of Space and you'd arrive in the Land Carpet of and Frogs.

    Your trolltag is gilledRetrograde and you You Tend To speak preTTy rad;ca!!y, even ;F you do Toss ;n some gnar!y o!d words.

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    {{ Also first fantroll. Used some of http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Anti2...Rips/bases.png these as bases until I get a feel for this. }}

    > Be the star-obsessed hermit


    You are now Talion Etoile. You are around 8 and a half sweeps old, and you have spent most of that time looking at the sky. You love astronomy to the point of obsession. Sometimes you forget to eat, and usually you skip sleeping. You only have two friends, as when you spend most of your nocturnal life looking through a telescope and most of your days mapping out your findings, it doesn't leave you much time for chatting. But hey, you love what you do. You aspire to be a mapmaker for the highbloods, and help them chart the skies in their quest to conquer the universe. However, that's still a long ways away for you, and for now, you intend to practice the skill that you love and that will make you a valued member of troll society. Obviously, you follow the caste system.
    Despite the fact that you spend a majority of your time in solitude, you do get lonely often and you like meeting new people and making friends. You are a bit standoffish or sometimes mean, even though you don't try to be. While you try to be generally kind, this does not mean you are a pushover.
    You also tend to have a problem rejecting other trolls.
    Your hive is located in a huge tree in the middle of a dense jungle. You can't miss it, because it's the one with the huge observatory sprouting out from it.

    Your trolltag is effervescentAstronomer, and you Hhave a tendancy to speak more IcIly tHhan you Intend to.

    TL;DR
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    > FRECKLED SEADWELLERS: UNITE?!

    > Be the unicorn.

    sprite by tr, thank youuu~



    Your name is MISAEL POIROT, and you can be very accurately described as NOSY. It's all your fault, really. You always held a large amount of CURIOSITY towards other trolls, and the way they worked- and you also hold a great DISREGARD for what is PERSONAL or PRIVATE to any normal troll. You are the WORST gossip-monger around, and you take great care to know as much as you CAN about EVERYONE ELSE. You do these things because, deep down, deep... deep down...

    You've always wanted to be a DETECTIVE, (which happens to be a silly nonsense word you're pretty sure you came up with to describe a legislator's job, without all the killing.) The thrill of a crime scene! The MYSTERY! The INTRIGUE! Piecing everything together to find the KILLER! It's quite amazing, an amazing feeling- and all the legislators on your waterproof viewscreen also have the bonus of being SUPER ATTRACTIVE. You often wonder if there are any detective-like positions in the Alternian military? Perhaps you can get special treatment, as per your BLOOD COLOR.

    But, okay, not everyone really understands you. In fact, you come off rather KNOW-IT-ALLish, and overly curious- and you certainly AREN'T past jumping to (highly irrational and accusatory) conclusions. You can be rather STUBBORN in your beliefs as well- you're quite IMPOSSIBLE to convince otherwise once you think of enough evidence, considering you tend to take most reasonable of 'no's as FLAT OUT DENIAL.

    Aside from this, you are actually rather PASSIVE and NONVIOLENT- you'd much rather be sitting somewhere ACCUSING someone of a crime rather than PUNISHING them for it. You can deal out the death threats easy-peasy, but when it comes to actually going through with them, you tend to FALTER. It's kind of a thing you're ASHAMED of- after all, seadwellers are something to be feared, and you're PRETTY SURE you're not scary in the least. But- hey. Learning how do DEFEND yourself isn't THAT important. You're pretty sure it's never going to bite you in the ass, or anything. Like anyone'd try to attack you!

    (You're so screwed.)

    You live in a SUNKEN SHIP pseudo-hive- the WILDLIFE around giving you many things to do all day- most of it along the lines of SHOOSHING and PAPPING said wildlife. Some beasts, you successfully “tame”- OTHERS, well... it's probably a good thing your undersea unicorn-bloodhound lusus is HIGHLY PROTECTIVE and doesn't let you leave its SIGHT. It also forced you to set torpedolauncherKind as your Strife Specibus- a great FORESIGHT that will PROBABLY save your life someday, despite how obnoxiously UNWIELDY it is- and also your similarly obnoxious belief that you'll never need it.

    Honestly, lusii. So ridiculous!

    The trolltag you selected for yourself is vafrousInvestigator and you Rea11y don't think you're all that annoyin6... what's the dea1 with everyone e1se??

    TL;DR?
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    > Be the party girl.



    Your name is TROSBA LIOTIS, and you are the HIPPEST CHICK to ever don a TEAL INSIGNIA. You’re absolutely sure of that fact, and anyone who disagrees will be given a STERN TALKING TO, followed by a series of PERSONAL INSULTS and, if you’re feeling especially hostile, a BOTTLE to the FACE. You’re quite temperamental that way. If some UNLUCKY TROLL disagrees with you, no matter how PETTY the ARGUMENT may be, you feel the need to tell them exactly why they are WRONG, and probably STUPID, as well, very LOUDLY, and in GREAT DETAIL. You’re also a bit BOSSY, and get INORDINATELY UPSET whenever things don’t go YOUR WAY. We’re talking MURDEROUSLY UPSET here. Unsurprisingly, you don’t have very many FRIENDS. You quite honestly don’t care. Who needs friends? You have your interchangeable gang of CRONIES and DISTANT ACQUAINTANCES. You’re POPULAR, and even a little FAMOUS, in CERTAIN CIRCLES, so who cares if you don’t really have ANYONE to confide in?

    You’re quite fond of PARTIES. You attend RAVES, mostly, but you enjoy any sort of GATHERING OF TEN OR MORE TROLLS, where MUSIC is played and DANCING (or at least RHYTHMIC BOUNCING) occurs. You’re a bit famous for your massive PARTIES, which you throw about once a PERIGEE. You would organize them more often, but, TROLLS being the VIOLENT SPECIES that they are, you have to take the time to repair the DAMAGE done to your HIVE after every RAVE. These EXPENSES are quite a drain on your INCOME. You might be BLUEBLOODED, but you’re not all that RICH—your BLOOD just barely qualifies as BLUE—and REPAIR FEES can run high! As such, you’ve picked up a few PART-TIME JOBS to bring in some extra CASH.

    You’ve been working as TECH SUPPORT for one of the leading BIOTECHNOLOGY DISTRIBUTORS for about HALF A SWEEP now, helping IDIOTIC TROLLS with their HUSKTOPS and the like. You absolutely DESPISE this profession, and you take it only as an opportunity to make your CLIENTS as MISERABLE as you are. On top of that, you often drink on the job. All in all, you’re a DREADFUL EMPLOYEE, but your EMPLOYERS seem to give the exact same number of SHITS that you do. ZERO. In addition to the TECH GIG, you’ve also recently undertaken a SECOND JOB, as a TELEMARKETER of sorts. You work both over the TELEPHONE and over TROLLIAN, so maybe you’re more of a IM-MARKETER, or something along those lines that sounds less STUPID. You couldn’t care less about selling INSURANCE, or whatever the hell you happen to be peddling, to be quite honest. You do, however, take a certain SADISTIC JOY in serving as a MINOR ANNOYANCE. You’ve perfected the art of IRRITATION, and you’re fairly sure you’ve driven at least ONE TROLL to INSANITY. It’s quite amusing, really.

    That’s quite enough about your PROFESSIONAL and SOCIAL LIVES. Those are usually QUITE UNPLEASANT to think about, and always put you in a BAD MOOD. When you’re on your own, you’re a bit CALMER than you seem to be to your ACQUAINTANCES. Granted, you’ve still got a QUICK TEMPTER, and you’re prone to give your LUSUS a quick SLAP if he gets on your NERVES, which he often does, but you know the OLD BULL can take it. You’re a bit ROUGH with him, sure, but it’s not like he hasn’t given you an inadvertent SMACK with those GIANT HORNS of his on a few occasions! For the most part, though, he’s DISGUSTINGLY AFFECTIONATE with you. It almost makes you SICK. You’re sure to give him your very best SCATHING LOOK when he gets all SAPPY.

    Your HIVE sits just on the outskirts of a MIDDLE-CLASS LAWNRING, and is, in essence, a large TOWER. You tend to hold parties on the GROUND FLOOR, and your PERSONAL BLOCKS are on the UPPER LEVELS, connected by STAIRCASE upon STAIRCASE, as well as a rather complicated system of RAILS. They loop in and out of WINDOWS, spin around in LOOP-DE-LOOPS, the works. You designed them yourself, and they were specifically built to fit your HORNS. You can hook your EMBARRASSINGLY LARGE HORNS up to the TRACK, and ride it all around your hive. The RAILS have gone through many REVISIONS, and in the process of perfecting them, you’ve dislocated a SHOULDER, nearly ripped both of your HORNS out, on more than one occasion, and spent two VERY UNCOMFORTABLE HOURS dangling THIRTY FEET off the GROUND. It’s not the safest means of travel, or even the most efficient, but hey, you’re an ADRENALINE JUNKIE at heart, and spiraling around at INCREDIBLE SPEEDS, held up only by your HORNS, is damn fun.

    While the LOWER FLOORS are redesigned and rebuilt quite often, due to the CONSTANT DESTRUCTION that goes on down there, and are usually decorated quite SPARSELY, but your PERSONAL LIVING SPACE is as ornate as you can afford to make it. You have a secret fondness for BRIGHT COLORS, and, as such, you’ve put down a BRIGHT PURPLE RUG and collected few FLORESCENTLY COLORED STUFFED ANIMALS, which you keep on your DESK. You would most likely kill anyone who discovered these. You are, for lack of a better term, VERY COOL, and you’ve got a RADICAL REPUTATION to uphold here! You try to put on an air of EFFORTLESS SUPERIORITY around others, which your collection of TEDDY BEARS would somewhat undermine. You even put on a VAGUELY REBELLIOUS attitude about the HEMOSPECTRUM. Only around SIMILARLY BLOODED COMPANIONS, of course. You don’t want LOWBLOODS getting the wrong idea—you’re quite HEMOLOYAL, in reality—and any HIGHBLOODS who heard your talk would most likely put you to DEATH. But the sorts of TROLLS you associate with agree that they should be on top. Your friends admire your apparent FIERCE LOATHING of SEADWELLERS, which you play up to an ASTONISHINGLY VIOLENT DEGREE, when you are ABSOLUTELY SURE you are in TRUSTWORTHY COMPANY who will be impressed by your VIOLENT NATURE. Secretly, though, you admire the HIGHER CLASS, and desperately wish that you were among their number. You have a pair of FALSE FINS hidden in your SOCK DRAWER. Sometimes, when you’re sure nobody is watching, you take them out, put them on, and just stare at yourself in the MIRROR. For HOURS.

    Your trolltag is orneryLaborer, and YoOu soOmetimes space oOut yoOur woOrds moOre than is necessary .

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    You are known as the Baker. You're missing a single horn due to a terrible accident - without help, you might never have recovered. The one who saved you did so on the condition that you join the Broccoli Gang. As a result, food has a chronic resistance to being close to you, leading you to take the ironic alias of the Baker. You are not displeased with your job, even so.

    On Pesterchum, your handle is regalConfection - although this handle is defunct - and you speak wlth unusuaI emphasls. You no longer use your blood colour as your text, because you feel that the hemospectrum is no longer relevant; what with you unlikely to ever meet another troll ever again. Your lusus was a rat, but it was killed in the incident that led to your hornlessness.

    You would have been the Chef of Space in the Land of Trees and Broccoli, but that avenue is now closed to you.

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    Jack Møller.
    Monica Taylor.
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    > Be the disgraced sea-dweller

    ///What did I ever d_ wr_ng? That's what I th_ught.\\\

    > Be the 'unjust-fully stripped of his rank' sea-dweller

    ///N_w that's a bit m_re fair, land dweller. I'm nearly y_u, y_u kn_w.\\\




    Your name is DAMATH ZANNAR and you are NINE SWEEPS old. Your blood color is a PRETTY HIGH UP PURPLE (#6a0050). Despite your HIGH BLOOD, you are not very....well, we'll get to that.

    Your HIVE is on the land. Yes, the LAND. You used to live in the SEA, but not anymore. Specifically, it is located somewhere near a forest. Not IN it, mind you, NEAR it. You had to specifically dig out a small pond for your LUSUS. Fortunately he was spared from attacks when the INCIDENT happened. Your hive is FAIRLY LARGE, as somewhat befitting of your CASTE. Though sometimes a curious land dweller shows up, wondering why a HIGH BLOOD like you is on land. You flip out and tell them to go away until they do. Or just whack them over the head with your WEAPON enough times until they do. You don't really like visitors anymore. Not since the INCIDENT.

    Ah, speaking of the INCIDENT.......About THREE SWEEPS ago, you got into some TROUBLE. BAD TROUBLE. With the aristocracy. They didn't exactly LIKE how you were acting, so to speak. You could have been at the wrong place at the wrong time, offended someone really badly, anything really. You don't even remember what you did really. Anyway, they kicked you OUT of the ARISTOCRACY. They did this by CUTTING OFF YOUR FINS, chasing you OUT of your hive and the SEA, and finally....well....

    You've been BANISHED from ever returning to the SEA by the high up aristocracy, and you do well to listen to them. Not like you can even go back to your old hive and life, what with it being UNDER WATER. No fins means no breathing under-water. It was also really painful getting them things cut off!! Plus they performed IMPROMPTU SURGERY on your SWEET SEA-DWELLER CARDIOVASCULAR SYSTEM to make SURE you can't breathe under the water. Lousy aristocrats.

    Anyways, there was a lusus mentioned before, right? Well he's a large STINGRAY lusus. Pretty dangerous to those looking for a fight. STINGPA was always pretty nice you guess. He was very understanding when you had to drag him out of the ocean and plop him somewhere in a FOREST for safe-keeping. You eventually ended up building a hive next to where you left him. And now here you are, yay.

    You have a variety of INTERESTS. They include FONDLY REGARDING YOUR OLD MEMORIES, PLAYING CHECKERS, and READING HISTORY TEXTS. You mostly read LEGAL HISTORY TEXTS, to be exact. You mostly do that to find a loophole to get back into sea-dweller society. Pretty hard when you've been banished by some of the highest sea-dwellers you've ever met. Almost as bad as getting a smack down from the empress. You're lucky she doesn't give two craps to hunt you down, since you're not at all important. You LOVE to regard your old memories of sea-dweller life though, and even sometimes SCRAPBOOK and WRITE about it, trying to hold on to your slowly fading memories. You can still remember the sweet embrace of the sea.....

    Ah, but enough about that. You've still got an opinion the hemospectrum after all! You honestly would LOVE to return to being a true SEA-DWELLER. But that's not really possible. You don't really LIKE land-dwellers, since they kinda DISLIKE YOU for having HIGH BLOOD. But you at least put up with them, since you're being FORCED to deal with them. You're not even really sure whether you even count as a sea-dweller anymore. You generally act pretty STAND-OFFISH about being stuck with them, affording only the most basic of manners to them. With SEA-DWELLERS you are very POLITE at least, maybe kinda hoping to get some help with your LACK OF FINS and REPUTATION. But for the most part, you treat EVERY land dweller with slight amounts of disdain, and SEA-DWELLERS with politeness, even if you do warn them you're 'almost a low blood'. You're really not, but your lack of fins tells (only) you otherwise.

    Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to fishingrodKind. This is a bit strange, considering you're a SEA-DWELLER, but you always enjoyed the irony of it. Kinda. At least now you can thoroughly annoy people with the hook and bait. Although if anyone actually FELL for the obvious bait you might just flip out in surprise.

    Your FETCH MODUS is set to DECAY. You have to FREQUENTLY change out what's in your sylladex, or they'll rot from time spent in the cards. This is honestly a TERRIBLE modus, but you've got no ability to change it. Just like your banishment!

    If you were to play a SILLY GAME, you would be the SEER of LIGHT in the land of WRATH and CORAL.

    Your trolltag is rejectedSwimmer and you tend to ///Wish the land w_uld fl__d _ver.\\\

    TL;DR

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    >Be the wriggler yellowblood with weird powers

    My powerch aren't that weird, chir! They are shool!



    Your name is Artoni Camaga. And you are 4.8 SWEEPS OLD. Thus, you really SHOULDN'T be out, but your lusus allows you to go out anyway. Recently, you discovered you are in possession of TELEKINETIC POWERS. Which certainly AMAZES YOU because they are just like your favorite series! Speaking of your FAVORITE SERIES, you are amazed by Troll Wars and hope to become just like the wigglers in the series.

    Your recent acquisition of TELEKINESIS is a very exciting experience. The first thing you tried to lift was your LUSUS. She was not HAPPY AT ALL, but it shows that you can at the least pick her up. Though you were TIRED afterwards. After some EXPERIMENTATION with your powers, you have found the largest thing you can pick up without passing out, is a book.

    Speaking of your LUSUS, she is very gentle. Although she gets VERY ANGRY, when you do something bad. Your lusus is a GIANT MACAW. Thus, she is your MAIN FORM OF TRANSPORTATION. Someday, you hope to be able to LIFT YOURSELF with your telekinesis. Even if only for a moment!

    Your strife specibus has been set to STEELKIND. Like a gun, you use your telekinesis to SHOOT STEEL PELLETS at your enemies. The steel pellets then fling towards them like a BULLET. Just like a gun, you can only use this SIX TIMES before you get tired and have to stop. After an hour, you may RESUME USING THEM. You keep around FORTY-TWO STEEL PELLETS at a time. Thus, you may use your SPECIBUS SEVEN TIMES before you must change to your backup weapon. Your backup weapon is a BAROQUE SWORD. You are not very SKILLED WITH IT yet, but you can at least swing it effectively.

    Your fetch modus has been set to RANGEKIND. In order to obtain an item, you must SHOOT the target with one of your steel pellets. Just like when using your specibus, you can only shoot SIX TIMES before you have to stop for awhile. It is very useful if you can MEMORIZE where every item is, but it takes some time. You only remember where HALF of the items you throw into it are anyway.

    Your trolltag is steelMind and you refer to thoche older than you elderch and thoch higher than you as shounshil'ch
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    Your name is GAVIAL CAITOR, and you're wishing for opportunities. Your pesterchum handle is rapidChelonian, and you speak in a somevhat haughty vhay. Your covered eye is bloodshot due to your careless lusus' failings to proprely ministrate to you when you were young - you don't hold it against him, though. He's practically your only friend, after all.

    You're the GOTH OF VOID in the LAND OF TEARS AND RAIN, and you do appreciate how appalingly clichéd that sounds.

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    You know, I have this sudden urge to buy ugg boots. Don't know why!
    how very fascinating and relevant to the thread!!!!!!

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    You know, I have this sudden urge to buy ugg boots. Don't know why!
    how very fascinating and relevant to the thread!!!!!!
    That post was in reference to someone who was spamming these really stupid message things, which were all deleted. Their signature was like "buy cheap ugg boots" or something. I can't remember, didn't care enough to.
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    >Be the drifter troll



    Your name is RWANDE MACAYE and you are SEVEN SWEEPS OLD. Your INTERESTS include SINGING, SEEING NEW PLACES and both HEARING as well as TELLING stories of great TRAVELS. You don't have to do anything in order to see new places, though because your HIVE TRAVELS due the fact that your hive is located on the MIDDLE of the FOREST that grows on the shell of your GIANT TURTLE LUSUS who walks around at a DECENTLY SLOW pace. You have yet to be LEFT BEHIND when you go out to survey the immediate area, despite taking your time. One thing you like to look for is a good place to SING. You like to pretend you are having a CONCERT with an actual AUDIENCE. Some day you will be FAMOUS enough to preform in front of an audience for REAL. Or, at least you would like to THINK THAT.

    One of your favorite pastimes is sitting on the edge of your lusus's shell in the cool night air and SING some SMOOTH MELODIES as you make your way to wherever the Hell your lusus is going. You find it to be a great way to RELAX and clear your MIND, which is good because your mind is almost NEVER CLEAR. In fact, you seem to always be THINKING, so you tend to take a while to do things. That tends to make other trolls think you are just SLOW. But, you actually carefully plan out everything you SAY and DO. Although, you have gotten into the habit of doing so WHILE you act causing you to pause awkwardly to consider the next step AS IT HAPPENS. On the chance you find someone is actually interested, you enjoy RETELLING some STORIES you have heard, of things that have actually HAPPENED to you, or just plain MADE UP. Just the same, if you find someone who has their own great STORIES to tell you will eagerly LISTEN.

    You find yourself to be much better at resolving problems with WORDS than with BLOWS. Unfortunately for you, you live on Alternia. But, fortunately for you, you know how to fight due to the fact that UNRULY BEASTS tend to find your lusus's forest quite homey. Not only that but your dear lusus seems to attract a few MARAUDERS every now and then. You have had to FEND OFF quite a few using your favorite weapon of choice the SHOGE allocated in your KNIFEKIND strife specibus. The long cord allows you to attack from a DISTANCE or ENSNARE your opponent! The hooked knife is also good for CLOSE COMBAT, regardless of how you detest it. Your Fetch Modus is PITCHMATCH where when you want to take something out you are presented with a PITCH that you much match. You normally find it to be easy providing the pitch isn't out of your RANGE. In the case where the pitch is out of your range you try to find other means of getting the same pitch, and that can prove to be a CHALLENGE. You believe yourself to be rather CHARMING in your mannerisms, you like to believe is because of your well thought-out words, as well as you like to give everyone at least one chance at being CIVIL, but that doesn't happen often.

    The trolltag you go by is mellifluousDrifter and you tend to... pause in... thought often.... and you /ike to... put s/anted /ines... /ike musica/ caesuras... in your typing...

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    (This is an edit! If you're going to add him to the list, replace his existing entry, please!)


    You once again find yourself as AIOLOS NYRIKI, and you feel more awake than you ever have before.

    There have been a few changes for you in the past sweep or so, not the least of which is your SIGNIFICANTLY LESS PATHETIC SLEEP SCHEDULE and GREATER APPRECIATION OF THE WAKING WORLD. In addition, you have acquired a SNAZZY NEW SHIRT, as well as crafted yourself some RATHER STRIKING NEW EYEWEAR.

    Your ALREADY SIGNIFICANT REPAIR SKILLS have grown exponentially over time, thanks in no small part to the JUNKYARD LOCATED NOT FAR FROM YOUR HOME, and you are now more likely than ever to be able to fix something without starting any UNNECESSARY FIRES. Finally, you have found yourself spending more and more time on EXPLORATORY VENTURES into the MOUNTAINOUS REGION SURROUNDING YOUR HOME, during which you create USEFUL MAPS FOR TRAVERSING THE REGION. This task is occasionally interrupted by WILD ALTERNIAN CREATURES, which you have grown used to FENDING OFF with your weapon of choice, the simple-but-elegant REVOLVING PISTOL.

    Your trolltag remains narcolepticMarksman, and you speak in a phamiliarly level-headed manner.
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    Your name is KINETA MAHDIS and you are SIX SWEEPS OLD.
    Your interests include STRANTH and MUSIC.
    You wield the bladeKind specibus and have combined your POCKET KNIFE with your MOOGLE and ICE CREAM to create your awesome weapon. (It’s called the ShankMaster 5000! (:€ ) Your STRIFE PORTFOLIO also includes FISTKIND, just in case.
    Typing quirk: Puts (:€ at the start of every line. Misspells words often and then wonders what they were supposed to have been. Even though she just typed them.

    Spends a lot of the time sleeping. While awake she enjoys pestering her friends to go to sleep. “Know what’s fun? THE MOON.” Has a very laid-back personality and finds something to like in everyone. Doesn’t mind that she is sometimes seen as weak by other trolls since she knows that she can be STRONG when she needs to be and can defend herself readily. Her lusus has taught her to be crafty but also playful. It is important to remember to HAVE FUN! Almost always wears some type of head covering because of her hair being VERY UNRULY.

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    >Be the Angsty Light Poet.
    I ask fair author what was mine offense,
    that such brazen slander be one loathsome poet's penance,
    And in a hushed tone with head bowed low I state,
    perhaps the accuser ought to be the one berate,
    for cruelty is a entrance for two and if need for sweet, sweet candle's blaze arise ,
    I shan't hesitate to brighten brazen berating author's eyes.


    >Just be the guy who writes poetry.

    Your name is HORENT EDIPOE and you’re a critic and poet of some renown.


    You’ve not always been this well off, no sir, as a REDBLOOD (#880000) you’ve always struggled with funding your many literary ventures. Your ORIGIONAL LUSUS died when you were incredibly young and you were taken in by the LUSUS of a dead troll. Your adoptive FATHER RAVEN would keep you busy trying to become a TRUE GENTLEMAN as well as the owner of an ORGANIC STIMULANT AND SUSTENANCE REARING ORGANIZATION. That never stopped you from DREAMING of being a WRITER and a POET much like your hero and ancestor TROLL LORD BYRON. After finding a few of his ancient works you were immediately inspired to follow in his footsteps and exceed the expectations of your CASTE.

    At the tender age of SIX SWEEPS you SET OFF TO EXPAND YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD. Unfortunately your GREEDY and MISERLY LUSUS only allotted you a third of the FUNDS you would need for this JOURNEY. You spend may nights alone in the COLD and at one point you resorted to BURNING YOUR FOUR WHEELED ORGANIC SUB-MODUS for warmth. Within the THIRD PEDIGREE of your QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE you completely ran out of funding and returned home to find the TROLL OF YOUR RED-DREAMS in the arms of ANOTHER. DEVASTATED you returned to your hive a broken and battered young male.

    A sweep ago you and your ADOPTIVE LUSUS had a bit of a falling out eventually climaxing into a dramatic STORMING OUT OF YOUR HIVE to seek RENOWN and ADVENTURE. You accomplished the PRIOR by publishing your first compilations of POEMS, and the LATTER by joining FLARP. You’re quite good at flarping when your BROODING MOOD AND BAD TEMPER don’t alienate your peers. Your demeanor actually got you booted from the MOST PRESTIGIOUS FLARPING TEAM ON ALTERNIA. Oh well, it wasn’t your passion anyway and it certainly has freed up a lot of your time to devote to WRITING; Though while you were DEEP in the FLARPING CULTURE you did manage to obtain enough loot to sustain your wellbeing quite nicely.

    You have a bit of a bad habit luring trolls into your hive and using their horribly untimely deaths as further inspiration for your latest work. Good thing people don't find out about that often!!
    And when they do... it's generally too late.

    You’re slowly becoming more and more of a HIVEHOLD NAME, but you’re not quite as famous or well liked as you wish you were.
    That will change soon enough, though... soon enough.

    You’re 8 sweeps old.
    Your ADOPTIVE LUSUS is, once again, a rather LARGE AND MISERLY RAVEN.
    Your Fetch modus is CRITIQUE, a modus in which you must read through a small passage and give it a medium length literary critique.
    Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is candleKind, not only does your CANDELABRA come in handy for BASHING IN SKULLS but it’s also incredibly useful for lighting dark places so you can WRITE.
    If you were to play a rather pointless game you would be the BARD of VOID in the LAND OF INK AND ARCHWAYS.
    You would also dream, much to your dismay, on PROSPIT.

    On trollian your tag is morbidMinstrel and
    It is your simple wish to make it known to all around,
    Should light’s tendrils creeping, reaching, grasping make not personifiable sound,
    That through your tender quivering lips it grasps at audible throaty murmur,
    A cloudless sunrise in poetic form you expound sunny, shimmering ways with lusty fervor,
    For who else, but you, should know the pains of Matespriteship lost then found in searing luminosity again.


    ((Please PM me if you have any critique on this little guy, I'd love to hear it but I'm far too lazy and fearful to post him in the fantroll critique thread))
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    (redoing good ol' Morsus)


    Your name is Morsus Lolong and you are a goddamn apex predator.

    You have ridiculous, freakish bite strength, easily strong enough to crush another troll's skull. Your lusus is a crocomander: perhaps the only creature with stronger jaws than you, and therefore the only one capable of teaching you to control your strength, and he has taught you very well; your gigantic teeth are dexterous enough to carve creepy little dolls and knickknacks out of bones. However, they are still too large for your normal-sized mouth, giving you a speech impediment and a bit of a drool problem.

    You live in a tiny hive in the middle of a swamp. No one else lives within a hundred miles of you, so the only experience you had with your own kind growing up was with hunters who shot at things with loud scary guns and occasionally tried to kill your lusus. Because of this, along with the fact that you were raised by an aggressive and territorial reptile, you treat people with distrust and hostility. Once you learn to trust someone (or once they bribe you with meat), however, you are fiercely loyal.

    Due to having roughly zero social interaction throughout your childhood, you have the social skills of a tuna salad sandwich. You are crude, stupid, and have no filter between your mouth and your thinkpan, which tends to drive away the few people you learn to like. Underneath the thick layer of idiocy, you are easygoing and lazy.

    Your interests include killing, butchering, cooking, and eating the various fauna of your swamp, creating primitive art from the bones and blood of your prey, and playing your impressive collection of drums.

    Your trolltag is schlagzeugGator and you can;t talk shuper well becaushe of your fuckmongoush teeth;
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    >Be the self destructive pyromaniac troll.

    I'M SorrY, WhaT? I'M PrettY SurE I Haven'T BurnT MyselF IN a LonG TimE.

    >Be the pyrokinetic troll.



    You name is URISID HAWJAE, you are 8 sweeps old, and you're a performer. You light shit on fire to entertain wrigglers. It's degrading and you hate it, but what else can you do? You're a yellowblood, very low on the hemospectrum, and your only real talent is your power.

    Fucking hemospectrum. Those highbloods think they're so great just because of the color they bleed. Disgusting. They don't even have much use, really. They have no potential for powers whatsoever. The shit you can do is fucking godlike, but here you are, spinning a flaming stick at some brats wriggling day party. Needless to say, you're not too friendly with those above you on the spectrum. Other lowbloods are fine. Might even pursue friendship with them.

    As stated earlier, you are pyrokinetic. You can light whatever you touch on fire, if you want. The flames you generate are a glorious gold, matching your blood. They do not burn you, but the fires they spark can. You try to keep it under control, and usually can.

    You burnt down your hive back when you were a wee little wriggler, your bear lusus barely managing to get you to safety. Now you live in a hivestem in some filthy lowblood district. How did it even get that messy? Does everyone just throw their garbage into the streets?

    You love swordplay, even saved up the money to buy yourself a half-decent broadsword. It's not very flashy, but it works. You also like to play with your power, experiment with it. Come up with new ways to burn things in a controlled and entertaining manner. It's fun to do for the hell of it, not fun when you're doing it for a wriggler who's more interested in gifts than your show.

    Your trollTag is roaringInferno you speak LikE YoU ArE HoldinG BacK.

    If you were to play Sgrub you'd be the Heir of Rage.

    TL;DR
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    >Be the overdramatic yellow-blooded actress
    You fail to be her. You can, however, pretend to be her!

    >Alright, fine. Pretend to be her



    Your name is ACTTIE KSATRI, and you're quite the troll ("Acttan" comes from the word "act", as in acting, and "Ksatri" comes from the Dutch word "Ksatria", which means knight, and relates to her love of heroic figures and stories). You are 7 and a half sweeps old, your trolltag is grandioseChampion and the way you speak makes you sound very dramaaaatic ~ ☄. I guess you are, in a way. As an ASPIRING ACTRESS, you need to constantly practice so as to never let your talent rot away. You like to put on PLAYS with some of your friends and SOMETIMES DRAG YOUR LUSUS into your shenanigans as well. They don't always turn out for the best, but you know it's never your fault. You are THE BEST ACTRESS, after all.

    Your interests include ACTING, PLAYS, KNIGHTLY AND NOBLE FIGURES, FASCINATING FAIRY TALES, and COOL COSTUMES.

    Not many people think you're that great, though. In reality, you are REALLY REALLY ANNOYING. You are LOUD AND VERY BOASTFUL. Your BRUTAL HONESTY has angered and hurt many a troll, but you can't help it if they can't handle the truth. You've no time to waste, caring about others precious feelings. You are also rather MISCHIEVOUS and enjoy messing with people by teasing them and playing silly pranks on them. Regardless, you would never hurt YOUR DEAR FRIENDS. They are too cool to be harassed, and you'd probably get culled if you tried to anyway, since they are all HIGHER THAN YOU (Yup, her friends are all highbloods. She has a teal-blood friend and a blue-blood moirail. No one really knows why they hang out with her). Your EGO IS BIGGER than the size of the whole planet, and you highly overestimate your talents and skills. This isn't to say you are necessarily bad at what you do, in fact you are quite good, but sometimes, you NEED TO STOP BEING SO SELF-CENTERED. Oh well, you do what you want.

    You have what humans may call a "HERO COMPLEX". Though you do think of yourself as the best, you still feel the need to PROVE YOUR WORTH, and will accomplish "heroic" deeds to do so. You have a DESPERATE NEED FOR RECOGNITION. Because of this, you REALLY DON'T LIKE BEING ALONE. You absolutely NEED SOMEONE TO BE WITH YOU, otherwise you will fall into a deep sadness/start panicking like mad. This problem arose when your lusus WENT MISSING FOR A LONG TIME. With no one there to take care of you, you felt ALONE AND SCARED. Good thing she came back before you decided to cull yourself.

    You live in a CASTLE-LIKE STRUCTURE OF A HIVE, made out of stone. It is pretty average in size, but has a lovely balcony and A FUCKTON OF BANNERS AND FLAGS placed on the walls. It is situated on top of a small hill, where you can overlook the large field to the west. The inside of your hive is kind of A HUGE MESS, what with all the COSTUMES AND PROPS laying around. You can't really be bothered to clean it up, since you are KIND OF LAZY WHEN IT COMES TO CHORES. Besides, putting that stuff away would just make it harder to take it out when you really need it (Acttan has a secret love of sewing, btw, which is why she has so many costumes. It's a secret because fashion = dumb and whatnot).

    Your strife specibus is RAPIERKIND. It is effective and perfect for a HEROIC TROLL SUCH AS YOURSELF. You can easily defend yourself with it, and it makes you look pretty darn cool. You rely upon your PLAYWRIGHT FETCH MODUS to retrieve various items you have collected. To pick out an item, you simply act out a scenario in which you might require the specific object (Basically like a game of charades).

    Your lusus, A GIANT MOTH-LIKE CREATURE, often spends time with you, whether it's MAKING NEW COSTUMES or GOING ON A MISSION OF SELF-DISCOVERY, she is there to keep you company. Because of her size, she can easily carry you into the skies. You are TERRIBLY AFRAID OF HEIGHTS, though, so you rarely bother. Though she can be kind of STRANGE AND OVERBEARING, you would not trade her for any other lusus.

    Your blood is PRETTY DARN LOW on the hemospectrum, but you don't really care (I'd say her blood colour is somewhere between Sollux's and Tavros's). Though you try your best to respect the SEADWELLERS AND THE EMPRESS, the rest of them are pretty much equal to you.

    As for quadrants, you would really love to have a FAIRY TALE-LIKE MATESPRITSHIP, where you would sweep someone off their feet and live HAPPILY EVER AFTER with them. Of course, this might not happen, since most trolls find you MUCH TOO OVERBEARING. For now, you are content with simply having a moirail. You just hope you won't end up COMPLETELY ALONE for the rest of your life.

    In a what-if sort of situation in which you would participate in a reality-warping and mind-boggling game, you would be the Thief of Heart in the Land of Flags and Silence.


    TL; DR


    First fan-troll ever weeee. She was fun to make! Feel free to point out anything that might be wrong with her. I'm all for constructive criticism.
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    >BE THE CRAZY ONE

    I'M NOOOT CRAZY ANYMOOORE~

    >JUST BE HER




    Your name is ALTAIR SPALVA and you are trying to recover from INSANITY. Somebody you once pitied KILLED your matesprit out of jealousy, and the knowledge of this caused you to LOSE YOUR MIND. In your insanity you earned the scars on your arms from shards of broken glass, and inflicted the scar on your face during one of your HALLUCINATIONS. You're trying to get your mind back now that your matesprit is with you again, but it is DIFFICULT.

    You are currently 7.5 SWEEPS OLD, but seem much YOUNGER than you really are. Your physical appearance is UNDERWHELMING, and at the size of a young wriggler, you are LAUGHABLY SHORT. You also seem physically weak, and rely on the protection and intelligence of others. You are often mistaken for a WRIGGLER of a much younger age, and make no effort to correct these misconceptions. You actually PREFER for other trolls to think you are a wriggler.

    You LIE TO YOURSELF a lot. You act HYPERACTIVE and EXCITABLE so that you come across as a WRIGGLER. You DON'T WANT TO GROW UP. To you, growing up signifies unhappiness. Your goal in life is to always be HAPPY. You HALLUCINATE often, a trait caused by your insanity that you never were quite able to overcome. You struggle to deal with them.

    Your INTERESTS have changed since you WENT INSANE. You still like to SEW and PLAY DRESSUP, but now do your best to keep your hive neat and organized. You never want to be as MESSY as you were when you were crazy, and have started to find CLEANING to be calming. You try to avoid DAYDREAMING now, because it reminds you of those horrible HALLUCINATIONS. You've discovered a love for WRITING and SINGING as well. You have a slight obsession with collecting FEATHERS, and always hang one from one of your horns for LUCK. Your biggest dream for a long time was to be able to FLY. Thanks to a certain ex-seadweller with a knack for building things, you now have a WINGPACK that allows you to realize this dream.

    During one of you hallucinations, you KILLED your four-winged eagle lusus. She used to be very PROTECTIVE of you, and you had a good relationship with her. You would often sleep together in her NEST. Now the nest is very lonely. You have an intense FEAR of SOPOR SLIME due to your various episodes, and live without it. Your MATESPRIT stays with you and holds you while you sleep so that you do not have NIGHTMARES. It doesn't help, but you like having him there.

    You live in a small CAVE on a rocky CLIFF near the sea. You spend more time outside of your cave-hive than inside. You live FAR from most other trolls, and therefore spent most of your life very isolated. This is probably why you have SURVIVED being culled for so long. Sometimes you used to look out at the sea in the hope of watching some of the SEADWELLERS. You idolized them when you were younger, but Eaglemom forbade you to go near them due to the fear that you would be culled. Other than the seadwellers, the HEMOSPECTRUM means very little to you.

    You often feel the urge to TOUCH anything you find interesting, and your hands will SHAKE if you try to suppress this urge.

    You hate ROMANCE. It was nice at first, but your MATESPRITSHIP has caused too much trouble for you. You're not looking forward to the trouble that the rest of your quadrants will cause.

    If you were ever to play a WORLD-ALTERING GAME like SGRUB, you might have a planet called THE LAND OF GRASS AND FEATHERS, and might even be titled the BARD OF BREATH.

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    Please replace forgottenLaconicism with this post. Thanks!

    >Be the guy nobody cares about.



    You are now the guy nobody cares about. And for the most part, you would have it no other way.

    Your name is KILRAS JEBKON and you are without a doubt a RECLUSE. It is easy to see why. Yes, that horrid shade of pink-red is your blood color. As you were not born with gills or fins, you are painfully aware that you would likely be culled on the spot if anyone were to spot you. Thankfully, you have managed to make your home in a CAVE on the top of a MOUNTAIN. Only the birds and goats up here.

    Speaking of birds, your adoptive LUSUS is an EAGLE which you managed to latch onto as you made your way out of the caverns. Though normally you would imagine such an action would result in being a bird snack, your MINOR ELEMENTAL CONTROL kept you from being killed until your chosen guardian acquiesced and started to take care of you. Your powers, however, would not likely save you from a sufficiently powerful troll.

    So you are just sitting and waiting up here on your mountain, waiting for the day you die, either by drone or wandering troll, and you often theorize that, in the event you happen to avoid either, you will live an even shorter life than the lowest redblood. The idea doesn't even BOTHER YOU all that much anymore. You know that is how it goes. But until then you figure you might as well DO SOMETHING. So you have taken to collecting books of magical study, even though magic is a FAKEY FAKE THING that ISN'T REAL. You have also managed, thanks to your lusus, to snag a HUSKTOP on which you occasionally contact others.

    That is how you met your MOIRAIL a few sweeps ago. Despite being an active supporter of the hemospectrum, he did not express disgust at your blood color when you finally revealed it to him, telling you that to him, your actions mattered more than your biology. This struck you as very odd, and you have often wondered if he would cull you were you to tell him your location, but you have a job to do. He is, after all, surprisingly violent for his caste. And maybe you're starting to think this SURVIVING thing might be worth it.

    Your trolltag is forgottenLaconicism and you hide yourself. Rarely you don't.

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    > Be the socially inept malachiteblooded troll.
    [> i'm sure there's Lots of those!
    > ... Don't make me hurt you.

    [> ALriGht! i'm him, i'm him!

    Your name is Vulkis Magmar, and you're approximately 7.75 sweeps., with SLIGHTLY-TOO-BLUE-TO-BE-JADE blood. You consider it to be "mALAChite", but you don't say that often, and round yourself down to jade for simplicity's sake.

    You love metal working. Ever since you were a wriggler, you studied metals, how they bended, how you could shape them, and cast them, and even mix them together. Your hive is littered with various cast cubes of different alloys, listed with their best uses, sorted by metal content. You also use these cubes of metal, in several different ways, to create armor. And the occasional piece of jewelry, but mostly armor!

    Speaking of, while rummaging through the basement of your hive, which apparently was there before you built yours on top of it, you found the designs for a special gauntlet. Theoretically, it tracks your quadrants. Or, more specifically, how you feel about someone you talk to, relevant to quadrants. If you talk to someone you pity in the palest of ways, your middle finger, which on the reverse side, has the engraving of a diamond on it, lights up. If you despise someone, your pinky, which has a spade, will light up. As you'll eventually figure out, this is true.

    Speaking of your hive! You live in a hive you built in a city. A spot had been cleared and you leaped at it. Your hive has many rooms, most of which are different workshop spaces. These spaces contain different tools and machines, depending on what the room has been optimized for. you also have a lot of metal storage. A LOT of it. in fact, a good portion of your hive is filled with metal alloy cubes. Your lusus, a Salamander, frequently gets lost in rooms filled with nothing but metal. He doesn't like that so much.

    On the topic of your lusus, he's an anarchist. You're not aware of this fact, because every time that he goes on any kind of rant about highbloods, which you mistake for a passion for fishing, you generally tune him out. As such, your knowledge of the hemospectrum is as follows:
    Low - - Middle - - High
    However, you don't exactly get what the colors MEAN. As such, anyone trying to explain how highbloods are better than lowbloods is generally confusing and frustrating to you.

    On the rare occasions you go out, your strife specibus is set to armorKind, which you compliment with your various gauntlets. Your modus is set to Cast. In order to get an item out, you need to pour a "liquid" form of it into a cast. The modus provides the cast, so that's not usually a problem. The problem is getting it OUT of the cast. If you were ever to play a fictional game, you would probably see about getting a better one. You would also be the Smith of Space in the Land of Magma and Frogs.

    But in the meantime, your trolltag is jadedClang and [> you stArt your messAGes with A Gem ANd emphAsize CLANG.
    Last edited by Fexxos Vyront; 12-28-2011 at 08:21 AM.
    I'm on pesterchum! kaviCordi is my personal/self insert, and all my trolls' trolltags (See below) can usually be reached at various times as well.
    I can also be reached as an android from outer space! T3 can be pestered at xenologicalDefect.
    Augh don't look. TvvT I'm fixing this.


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    This is a redo of an older profile.

    > Be the overly neurotic finface.
    "Excuse me, peasant?"

    > Oh, uh… be the cautious royal?
    "Much better."


    Your name is XEIDIA CHYZAI, and you know EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET YOU.

    As your blood dictates, you rest near the very top of the metaphorical Alternian food chain. Since your days as nothing but a WIGGLER, your lusus instilled in you the basic rules of your royalblooded caste. It's KILL or BE KILLED, and any proper seadweller would meet the challenge HEAD-ON in order to be able to just simply SURVIVE the constant waves of ASSASSINS. Like the quite proper near-heir you are, of course you did what you thought was the BEST COURSE OF ACTION: YOU RAN. Very far and very deep down, as a matter of fact. Despite your lusus hammering the royal edicts into your thinkpan, and the OVERWHELMING PRESSURE to be the strongest in order to be selected for being the next-in-line for the Alternian throne, the thoughts of having to face the CONDESCE HERSELF as well as every seadweller who aims to be in YOUR POSITION. So you fled to what you refer to as THE BIG EMPTY, the DEEPEST and DARKEST crevasse in your sector of the oceans. Your paranoia, a natural development due to the attempts on your life, has grown to consume your WAKING THOUGHTS, and now you refuse to leave your hive; everything that requires leaving is DELEGATED to your lusus, and you prefer things to be that way.

    Being COOPED UP as you are, entertainment is paramount to you not going DEEPER into the deep-end, so you've picked up a few INTERESTS over the sweeps during your self-imposed exile from the rest of society. Having successfully hidden yourself away from potential murderers, you quickly set out and established a connection to the GRUBNET. You stumbled across a site dedicated to nothing but ORCHESTRATED MUSIC. Quickly you fell in love with the beautiful SYMPHONIES and wonderful MELODIES, and now have something of a huge fondness for any sort of classical piece. You feel as if you could just sit in your respiteblock forever and lose yourself in those HAUNTING REFRAINS. In addition to your love of orchestrations, you've picked up the more active hobby of having your lusus CATCH FISH, which you then STUDY and WRITE ABOUT. So far you've catalogued over 100 different species of cuttlefish, rainbowfish, squids, whales, anglerfish... the list goes on and on. You could probably bore even a LEGISLACERATOR with all the tedious detail and paperwork you have on each individual catch you've made.

    You are a STAUNCH FOLLOWER of the hemospectrum, as most of those in your caste are, and as such you believe that ANYONE who doesn't follow the glorious caste system is HEATHEN and an IDIOT, both which you find grounds for a SWIFT and BRUTAL culling. Since your great fear of leaving home prevents you from actually going out to enforce the GLORY of the spectrum, it doesn't stop you from SPARRING with your lusus or your test dummies. As far as proficiency with your ANCESTRAL BLADE, you believe yourself to be well-versed in swordfighting, enough to be able to take down any opponent. Sadly, what you consider great swordwork is ACTUALLY TERRIBLE; learning through the grubnet isn't exactly the BEST way to learn how to wield a SHARP, LETHAL weapon as it turns out.

    Your trolltag is monomanicSuperiority, and you -let all InferIorbloods know how Important your words are by puttIng emphasIs on them-.


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    Be the ethically-challenged aristocrat.

    Your name is Welhil Epynro, and... y'know, for once, that's almost an okay assessment of the situation. Though some might claim you use your beliefs as an excuse to lapse into complete moral bankruptcy, which is reasonably justified. The rest, however, really just see you as a guy who knows what he likes. Or something along those lines. You don't care enough to find out.

    For more sweeps than you care to count, you've been well aware of how little anything you bother to accomplish actually means in the cosmic scheme of things. You could become the greatest slam poet, the most feared warrior, the most cunning politician, the finest artist, and eventually, you would be forgotten. It might not be for hundreds, maybe even thousands of sweeps after your own demise, but for that matter, why the hell does it matter what people think of you when you're dead? These truths have been taught to you by extensive historical research. Everyone else cares about what is written, whereas you simply notice how much has been left out.

    So, rather than obsess over how to leave behind some grand legacy, you've taken up the noble practice of motivational hedonism, or at least your own interpretation of the concept. After all, what's the point of being in power if you don't abuse it to provide as much comfort for yourself as possible, catering to your every whim, learning how to properly motivate not only yourself, but those around you? It would be easy for others to assume that you are soft if it wasn't for one of your vices being bloodsport, namely participating in it, facing off against other trolls or random prisoners of war that have been dragged to your lavish quarters. To you, it might as well be an elaborate feeding ritual for your lusus, a horrifying carapaced monstrosity (but really, aren't most monstrosities either carapaced or tentacled these days?). You're definitely quick to feed Whalebait, lest you have to deal with him on less pleasant terms. On the plus side, he's small enough that he's been able to accompany you after you left Alternia for relocation. Wait. Is that actually a plus?

    Enough about feeding the freak, seeing as it only takes so much time every night. When not busy dealing with him or honing your skills with fankind, you've been known to laze around playing games that are generally marketed for a much younger crowd, or perhaps do some fancy cooking in the name of an excellent meal made of only the most decadent ingredients, the likes of which would make even some highbloods quite envious. Which was probably the reason you got into cooking in the first place, much like the whole gaming thing is just to be able to possess top scores. Sure, it's by no means glorious to win against wigglers, but hey, maybe it'll steel their resolve and force them to apply themselves. That, or to stop playing games entirely. Either one is equally viable, as far as you're concerned.

    And when bored with either of those pursuits, you turn to research. Very specifically, you look into the various kinds of apocalypse scenarios that have been predicted throughout history, and amuse yourself by determining just how plausible each one could be. And when you don't feel like using science and facts and other such credible methods to determine where the odds lie, you turn to various forms of prognostication. Because why the hell not? You prefer carved bones simply because it's an awful lot like rolling dice (oh look another vice of yours), but every once in a while you'll knock around some black oracles on a felt table to check the general consensus. There's an art to it, really. If they're all equally vague and incorrect, then whatever answer they don't give is bound to be the accurate one.

    It's true that you're not much concerned with the ethics and theories behind the philosophy you've claimed to adopt, but your position on the hemospectrum affords you this moral lapse. Not that you can be bothered to give two bits of excrement over the hemospectrum itself (they call death the great equalizer and all that, so why be so hung up on where you stand in life?), though it's pretty nifty that it means there are precious few trolls you actually have to answer to, and inherited affluence is always a huge plus. Of course, like any other member of the nautical aristocracy who actually enjoys clinging to his mortal coil, you have to indulge in intimidation and politics to keep others from going after you with any more frequency than they already do. That, and it keeps you from being chewed out on the occasion that you haven't done your requisite paperwork. That's right, rather than military command or some other prestigious occupation, you've been lazy enough that you're really just an upper-tier bureaucrat, getting away with doing hardly any work by delegating it to your underlings. But when you have to take time out of your night to actually get shit done, you're not exactly in a good mood.

    Too lazy to decide on a fetch modus of your own, your sylladex uses the Borrow Modus. Yes, you realize it's a little silly to say that you picked a modus right after saying you were too lazy to decide on one. However, the Borrow Modus functions in a slightly unorthodox fashion (which you suppose is par for the course, seeing as modi all seem to be ridiculous). It mimics the style of whatever fetch modus you were most recently in contact with, whether it's the pictionary modus (your lack of artistic ability made using this one difficult) or the therapy modus (you don't talk about what happened when you had to put up with that one).

    Your trolltag is nadirExcellence, and you ..can'7 help 8u7 lace y0ur w0rds wi7h c0ndescensi0n and all 07her kinds 0f fun s7uff 7ha7 asser7s y0ur superi0ri7y..

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