trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[TalTal]

==> Be the hypocrite.

Your name is Atarin Vorson and you are 7.4 sweeps old.

As mentioned before, you tend to be a bit of a hypocrite. While you antagonize those with lower blood color than you, you tend to gain a rebellious and “fuck the police” attitude when talking to higher bloods. Your proud of your highblood status and can be pretty arrogant in a taunting way, but only after you've gotten to know someone. When you first meet others you try to be as polite as possible.
You enjoy getting what you want, and are very good at doing so. On the subjext you would respond with “IT's all in how you word things~!”

You have a fondness for a variety of nerdy whatnots and consider yourself very knowledgeable of THE INTERNET, this is due to the large amount of time you spend in your hive at your computer. You enjoy HORROR movies, INSTIGATING, and you can rarely resist making a REFERENCE if the opportunity presents itself. When not perusing one of your many hobbies you are cleaning up all of the feathers your Great Horned Owl lusus leaves behind. While Owlmom and you are very close, you wish she would stop molting and leaving owl pellets everywhere. You have a BILLHOOKKIND Strife Specibi and a FEDORA sylladex. You sometimes wonder how a fedora would even work as a sylladex; do you turn it upside down and put things inside of it like a bowl?
It would also be wise to point out that you are not very good at quadrants. You have no luck with either red or black relationships.

Your trolltag is CicadaProject and WHile you are very careful with your words, YOu tend to emphasize the beginnings of your sentences and say things in a sing-songy fashion~!

If you were to play SGRUB you would probably be the Sylph of Nostalgia and your land would be the Land of Melody and Olws.


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Name: Atarin Vorson
Gender: Female
Blood: Blue (H: 230)
Lusus: Great Horned Owl
Strife Specubii: Billhook
Fetch Modus: Fedora
Trolltag: CicadaProject
Quirk: Uppercases first two letters of each sentence, ends sentences with a ~ unless angry.
Title: Sylph of Nostalgia
Land: Land of Melody and Owls (LOMAO...yes I'm aware at how close that is to lmao)

[ashdenej]

==> Be the hypocrite.

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[Veriama]

tr tr this is a repoast of astrumforfex, so if you could make it link here, i would be s~o~ happy

>Be the absolute bitch
Okay, I know you don't mean this chick. How could you think of her as anything but nice? You're incredibly rude.

...But whatever. This 'absolute bitch' happens to be so kind as to let you examine her, even without a proper command. You'd better be happy.



Your name is EKOTRA VESPER.

Let's start this off by saying that you are PROUD of yourself for being so KIND in such a HARSH and UNFORGIVING world. You are UNDERSTANDING, a SHOULDER TO CRY ON, you're GENEROUS, and you're HOPEFUL, you're KIND- You inspire others, at least you hope that you do, to be EVERYTHING that they could ever be. MANIPULATIVE? Nooo! How could you think that?

You come off as a little DUMB, perhaps TOO INNOCENT, and you seem to rarely show any emotions other than HAPPY BUBBLINESS. You often SACRIFICE yourself for the good of others- at least, that's how it seems- and you certainly aren't a THREAT, or KINDLY PUSHING OTHER PEOPLE TO CERTAIN GOALS, or anything. That would be silly.

Your interests include- oh, who cares about your interests, haha! You LOVE the WORLD.

>okay wow that reeked of bullshit what are you really like

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...You're sort of a SOCIOPATH. You are SADISTIC, CRUEL, MANIPULATIVE... DOWNRIGHT UNLIKEABLE, as well as so OFF THE HOOK with your emotions you can barely keep them contained enough to chat NORMALLY on a COMPUTER. Violent outbursts of yours aren't UNCOMMON, and they also aren't all that SURPRISING, if you would say so yourself.

You have MULTITUDES upon MULTITUDES of various STUFFED ANIMALS, and a BEAUTIFUL pair of scissors with which you MAIM and CUT THEM APART- the floor of your room is almost perpetually covered in STUFFING and DISEMBODIED HEADS and LEGS. You mainly do this to relieve stress- or, uh, just when you get bored. Who knew that stabbing something with scissors could be so RELAXING? SCISSORS are your weapon of choice, and you actually tend to get a little STAB-HAPPY with them- getting you to stop once you've gotten started is a FEAT in itself. Oops.

It's pretty obvious when speaking to you that you have an EGO, a huge RAGING EGO that is quite easily hurt. To tell the TRUTH, you are quite easily manipulated YOURSELF, even though you're convinced its the OTHER WAY AROUND. Your pride just, sometimes, won't allow you to be cautious. ...Yeah, that's probably going to bite you in the ass at some point in time.

You happen to fall asleep a lot, near randomly- you attempt to keep your NARCOLEPSY to yourself- no need to show any weakness, after all- although how much that works is highly debatable, especially if you happen to be CHATTING with someone right before you FALL ASLEEP and leave them HANGING. Sometimes you can cover it up. Other times, they're WAY TOO PERCEPTIVE. Have we mentioned that you HATE perceptive people? What you would do to stab them. Stab them so many times. Hahaha. Ahah. ....Hah.

Speaking of things you keep to yourself, your rusty red-brown blood has granted you a power- to negate and reverse OTHER psychic powers. It's a secret- after all, wouldn't it be more strategically viable that you took some lowblood with powers by surprise? However, your power is quite irritating in that you can't seem to find a way to ever turn it off, causing it to easily exhaust you and make you pass out should you be caught by surprise by some lowblood with powerful psychic ability. It's mostly for that reason that you rarely leave your hive. (Of course, there's OTHER reasons, but we aren't getting into that now.)

You also have an interest in fashion, and tormenting everyone that happens to irritate you. Or amuse you. Or... chance upon your path when you're bored. How about let's just go with 'tormenting everyone'?

Your trolltag is astrumForfex and you type \|with a kind and inspiring air!!!! ehehehhehehehhe. |/

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oh boy hello this bitch

name: ekotra vesper, vesper meaning star.
gender: FEMAEL
age: 7.85 sweeps o my
trolltag: astrumForfex
quirk: starts with \|, ends with |/, replaces capital L with / and capital I with |
title: witch of soul
land: land of shards and spires
consorts: puppiiieesss
blood: #a7372c rustybrown. Hue 5
strife specibus: scissorkind
fetch modus: array i cant be bothered with dis crap
lusus: a mouse a mouse squeak squeak
dream planet: pro spit
symbol: xvii 17 hello roman numerals
tarot: ...the star. i'm an awful person.
ancestor: the general; delciese jeistige.

sprites n shit:

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ALTBOUND (click for an inordain amount of them!)


dreamshelves (ekotra's normally on prospit, but i made a derse version too because why the fuck not)


ENTIRELY TOO MANY SPRITES

[Dragongirl30894]

-> Be the grease-monkey.


Your name is Valnos Kenymo, and you're not just a grease-monkey, my friend! But more on that in a moment, let's throw all your interests on the table beforehand.

First of all, you absolutely love electricity and its many forms. If that's because your hive was built in a particularly stormy patch of land, you're not sure, but you sure as hell love to stand outside in the storm just watching the flashes in the sky. You've also taken onto yourself to building tesla coils, and you've been doing so ever since you were only three sweeps old. You're now very good at making the most potent tesla coils you can manage. And because of those two habits combined, you've been electrocuted more times can you care to count or remember. You've actually been hit by lightning a couple times too, so it's a wonder you're still alive.

Kind of branching from the tesla coil thing, you not only love lightning, you've actually made it your bitch to an extent. It's been a long time since you figured out how to make music with tesla coils. Granted, they can only play simpler tunes, but hey, you're making music with freaking lightning man, it's awesome no matter how good the music is. You actually have a whole park of tesla coils, the biggest you could make, just outside your hive, and that's where most of your lightning music happens. You already have so many you can actually make more complex songs, but they still sound all like 8-bit songs. You still love it though. You especially like to do it on rainy/stormy days, when the natural lightning can join in. And since it's raining almost every night where you live, you have plenty of opportunities.

Another interest that's been born from the previous is a bit of a knack for programming. To make music with the coils, you have to use music programs and other things, so you actually know a bit about programming in general. And you use that, along with your recorded songs, to make simple 2D games, usually with a heavy 8-bit influence. You're actually fairly good at those, and you've made a few games that have some interesting mechanics to them, but they're all related to electricity and/or lightining in one way or another, even if it's very subtle. That's pretty much your trademark at the site that hosts those types of things.

Finally among your interests is a great liking for drawing. Along with making tesla coilsand getting electrocuted every now and then, you've been honing your drawing skills for as long as you can remember, so you're a really good drawer, and you can make a portrait of someone in about fifteen minutes, give of take a few depending on quality desired and ammount of details of the model. You sketch with pencils though, you don't like to use coal or any of that. Sometimes you use colored pencils too, but you mostly stick to the normal ones.

With all of those hobbies to juggle at once, you're no stranger to staying up late, or out in the blistering Alternian sun. You have a special suit just for those occasions, that keeps all of your skin protected from the sun rays. It's quite handy. Not that you never got your share of sunburns, but you know how to protect yourself and treat those kind of wounds. You're actually fairly decent when it comes to first-aid, because your dabbling with electricity gave you a fair bit of knowledge on the workings of machines, so you're a good mechanic. It's an extra way of income, and you're not about to turn that down. Besides, it gives you more oppostunities to meet plenty of new people to draw.

You're actually a bit of a charmer without realizing. You couldn't care less about your looks, but you're above average, and the way your hair stays all messy just gives you a sort of cool-enough-to-stay-unkempt look. And this whole thing of bending lightning at your will to make freaking music, and drawing near-perfect portraits, or even full-body pictures of trolls without breaking a sweat, can be a very charming trait for some. To you, that's just normal. You appreciate the compliments you tend to get, sure, but you don't really know that can be used to seduce people. The fact that you have no qualms over sketching nude models if they agree may also pass the wrong idea. You're a professional, you don't get a boner when you're doing that, but y'know, the model itself can't be sure of that. Aside from that, you're usually pretty easy to get along with, blood color disparities not mattering.

Your lusus is a small chameleon named Design, and he can get pretty clingy sometimes, usually staying either on your head or on your shoulder. He's also very wise, but not much of a loving father, mostly staying out eating whenever he can or wandering about inside your hive. Sometimes you feel he treats you more like a disciple rather than a "son", but you don't mind it. Your Fetch Modus is the Circuit Maker Modus. It's like the hacking system in Bioshock, but with wires and electricity instead of pipes and water. The bigger the item, the harder the puzzle gets. Your Strife Specibus is set to stunKind, and you use a very potent stun rod you made all by yourself. It's so strong it can kill a small troll with a single shock. Your trolltag is mercurialMotor, and your wordz have a bit of a zapping zound to them.

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NAME: Valnos Kenymo
BLOOD COLOR: teal (#2c6666)
AGE: 8 sweeps
INTERESTS: electricity in general, tesla coils, making music with said coils, making 8-bit-like games, drawing ans sketching (living) models
LUSUS: male chameleon named Design
FETCH MODUS: Circuit Maker
STRIFE SPECIBUS: stunKind
TROLLTAG: mercurialMotor
QUIRK: replaces S/s with Z/z, never shortens stuff (as in he doesn't write "don't" and etc.)

[tealSWIRLS]

>Be the Masked Troll
zha'sh no problem.


Your name is MEMENT OMORIS and you are a MALE, SEVEN SWEEP OLD, GREEN BLOOD. Not that you especially care. Since you were young you've DISREGARDED THE HEMOSPECTRUM and have viewed everyone as equal. This doesn't make you a pacifist or some kind of peace-nut, no, not at all. You are actually a SOMEWHAT SKILLED FIGHTER and wield your hookKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS with pride. You seek equality simply because of the extra abuse lower castes receive, and the inability to respond equally without upsetting the highbloods. These views managed to get you to DYE YOUR HAIR into a rainbow of the hemospectrum when you were FOUR SWEEPS OLD, much to the objection of your GIANT FLUTTERSECT LUSUS.

Aside from your anti-highblood thoughts and very occasional outbursts, you enjoy multiple activities. For one you love GARDENING, this is mostly due to how your lusus just loves flowers. Seriously, he obsesses over it like it's an addiction. You also enjoy MOWING THE LAWN, it gives you MUCH APPRECIATED BATTLE EXPERIENCE due to the HOARDS OF BEASTS that like to hide in the tall grass, but that's what happens when you live in the MIDDLE OF A HUGE FIELD. When you're not busy fighting off beasts or feeding your lusus's addiction, you also BROWSE FORUMS and OFFER ADVICE, though not everyone wants it. If you've done all of this you award yourself by RELAXING IN SWEET SOPOR SLIME, not sleeping, just lounging for a bit. This of course means washing your clothes and body again but relaxation is worth it. You used to be MUCH MORE OPEN about your ANTI-HIGHBLOOD VIEWS, though due to soon to be explained events you stopped this horrible behavior.

This dying of your hair and your highblood defiance caught up to you only A SWEEP LATER when a group of highbloods pinned you down and SERIOUSLY WOUNDED YOU. Two of these wounds were the REMOVAL OF ONE OF YOUR EYES and INTENSE BURNING OF ONE SIDE OF YOUR FACE, they are the reason you WEAR A MASK. To this day you are surprised they did not cull you, and have taken up a less outspoken form of equality seeking. Some of this is ONLINE PREACHING performed on TROLLIAN, where you go by the handle dividedTranquility, your wounds cause you to shpeak shof'ly and wi'h a lishp on your s'sh and zsh, along with a comple'e lack of 'sh.

> Wanna show us your scars?
....guesh i migh' ash well.



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Name: Mement Omoris
Gender: Male
Blood: Green [Hue: 76]
Lusus: Giant Flutter Beast (Called Fluther[equivalent to Earth Butterfly])
Strife Specibus: maceKIND
Fetch Modus: Petal Modus - Each item is put on a petal, you must remember the petal and pluck it carefully, damaging a petal will result in its item being hurled out, weaponizing it.
Troll Tag: dividedTranquility
Quirk: No t's, s's are sh and z's are zh.
Title: Prophet of Nature
Land: Land of Storms and Growth

[Devilfish]

Saddle up, gents.

(Lord I hope I get the chance to use this one)

[misterFanboy]

Boohoo I got a sprite ready but I suck at bios.
LIFE IS HARD
oh well~ Here's the sprite for your delicate eyes to look at.

[MostlyHarmless]

This thread is for profiles guys. If you want to show off your sprites then do it in the genchat thread, or put them in the critique thread if you're looking for feedback.

[Blank]

Concept Art:

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(Now wears wellingtons on feet instead)

Grunty. (Wings should technically be bigger)

Your name is ELFABA BAYAGA, or Babs to your few friends

You are an 8 sweep old troll living in your hive in the swampy TAR PITS. Your WINGED APE lusus, GRUNTY, likes to groom you regularly. You don't feel you need to BATHE, prefering various natural alternatives, which is good because you have a slight FEAR OF WATER. To put it mildly, you smell ODD. You've never noticed and it's never put you off social situations.

You like to give ADVICE to people. Whether they want it or not. It's not always good advice, and occasionally it's a bit MALICIOUS. Sometimes a little shove is needed to make sure they actually follow it too. You never ask for anything in return of course. The key word here is ASK. While you don't think the hemospectrum has any inherent value, you do frame your advice in more polite and flattering terms to highbloods. It's just easier that way.

You see stories everywhere and are perceptive of the deeper meanings behind events. You like stories. Especially ones involving SOOTH FAERIES, sinister fakey magical beings whose advice is as true as often as it is treacherous. You know magic FAKE but that doesn't mean it isn't fun emulate your fictional idols. They appeal to your need for SPIRITUAL FUFILMENT, as well being nosy and meddling. You don't know what future role there is for you in the often brutish troll society that will satisfy your metaphysical needs, but that doesn't stop you from looking.

When it comes to worldly comforts you consider yourself a practical troll. Your hive is sparely decorated. Your strife specibus, broomkind, is also your cleaning tool and primary mode of transportation. Yes, you have a flying PCHROOOM. You also practice with your SPELL MODUS: you spell out the name of the card you want correctly.

Your trolltag is espousingSeelie and you chant in rhyme / all the time

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Name: Elfaba Bayaga
Nickname: Babs
Trolltag: espousingSeelie
Blood: #008800
Lusus: Winged Ape "Grunty"
Strife Specubii: Broom
Fetch Modus: Spell (Spell out the name of the item)
Trolltag: espousingSeelie
Quirk: Ryhymes, with lines sepperated by /
SBURB info: Not given at this point

[ashdenej]

Just crossposting this here, as it's relevant for troll profiles as well.

Things you might want to include in your TL;DR section:

Name: [insert_name_here] (Six letters / six letters)
Handle: [nameName] (Associated with their theme)
[SEX/GENDER] / [SPECIES] / [NATIONALITY] / [AGE IN SWEEPS]
Title: [Role] of [Element] (Monosyllabic)
Land: Land of [insert] and [inserts]
Lusus: [insert_animal]
Planet: [Prospit/Derse] Dreamer
Text Colour: #[hex_code] / [rgb_code]
C[handle_initials]: [representation_of_quirk]

Other:
Alias: [insert_if_applicable]
Consorts: [animal_variety]
Strife Specibus: [insert]kind
Fetch Modus: [insert]
Denizen: [insert_mythological_being]
Sprite: [insert_prototypings]
Quadrant Partners: [insert_trolls]
Abilities: [if_applicable]
Variety of Grist: [type_here]
Planet's Quest: [insert] (Eg. Playing the Rain)
Cruxite Artifact: [insert]

[Teslamagnetic Integration]

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Trial period's up. Finally got this fixed and all smoothed out.

>Be the cold cockbite.

I b*g...your pard*n?

>Fine god be the monotonous troll.

That's what...I thought you said.

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Your name is Hoarim Moroze, and you are an orangeblooded troll. While many would think your nature and color would have you persecuted and possibly culled in the past, that has not so been the case. Though that varies from many reasons; only a few being from yourself.

You reside in a castle fortified by permafrost and stone; all made from you and your lusus. In fact, today marks the day you finally finished it after working since you could barely remember even when you started! What a nice day today is...if you call raging blizzards and temperatures breaching -20 Fahrenheit, whatever that is. Your home is on a frozen tundra that isn't far from civilization, but the conditions easily drive away any who are not used to its extremes. You get by with what you have, though in truth you are not really bothered by the cold at all. In fact, it doesn't bother you at all; to the point where hunting and gathering comes at almost perfect ease for you.

To put it simply, you are not normal. In fact, you are very far from normal. First and foremost is that you are monotonous. You mostly cannot change pitch or tone all well at all. In fact, most consider you a cold and heartless being despite the fact that you physically show what you try to convey. Your voice is low, soft, yet chilly to the ears. Often nobody can tell whether the way you talk is either interesting, or downright frustrating to listen to. You used to care when you were a wriggler; but now, you simply don't. In fact, you care very little about things, though you often have an exasperated expression on your face; mainly due to how often you get ragged on how you talk.

But that isn't what makes you odd. What makes you odd is your power. You can mess with temperatures. Either from making yourself warmer, or by making everything around you cold enough to cause rime to form on surfaces. This tends to be extraordinarily off-putting to most who meet you, as it almost is downright intimidating how much presence you make yourself without realizing it. If only you could control your power. Sadly, you cannot. Sometimes it will happen without you knowing. Sometimes it'll overheat you. Sometimes, it will turn an entire home into a freezer. You only shrug and hope it will come to pass.

You do have interests, despite what your demeanor would present to others. You enjoy seeing how your power will affect different things in different ways. Freezing cups filled with liquids, putting frost around to see how others react; even making yourself downright bone-chilling to the touch just to see how they react on touching you. You play with your power more often then you realize, as again, you lack real total control. You also tend to enjoy ambient music; if there are instruments that aren't classical and there are lyrics, you automatically refuse to stain your ears with the racket. Your favorite instrument for ambient music has to be a tie between the piano, and the chimes. In fact, you play the chimes yourself when you're bored and there is nothing to hunt or seek. You absolutely love to liven up your frost ridden property with chime music, and do so quite often. However, instead of luring potential quadrants towards you like intended, it merely sends them all away from it being far too eerie and creepy for their liking. In a way, you are very lonely due to how everything about you tends to send off alarms on other peoples' radars. It's almost...tragic.

Your fetch modus is the Hot Or Cold modus, and you must feel around for the item you want; the warmer you get, the closer you are. Your strife specibus is the scytheKind, though you use it more like a glorified halberd.
Your trolltag is maleficGlacier, and you talk...with a cold acc*nt..

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Screen name: maleficGlacier
Age: 7.5 sweeps
Gender: Male
Title: Scourge of Mind
Strife Specibi: scytheKind
Fetch Modus: Hot Or Cold (Must reach in and feel for the item. The warmer the closer, while the colder the further.)
Planet: Land of Mirrors and Ice
Blood: (#FF4200) Vermillion
Lusus: Muskox

[Todd Ingram]

Be the cryogenic.

Your name is OTTKOS ENVTEN, okay bye now, bye, bye-bye…

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You appear to be the living definition of a sociophobic loner. You spend your time avoiding more or less everyone, preferring to practice your cryokinesis in strict secrecy. Your hive is not a very good place to do this, but it’s fine for brooding and hiding. Your HUMONGOUS, ADORABLE DOG lusus is always encouraging you to step out and meet trolls, but you staunchly refuse. You keep him placated by having a Trollian account (which, unbeknownst to him, you haven’t used in sweeps), but he can often be found picking you up by the jaw and tossing you out the window toward the city anyway. It’s not that you’re shy or scared of social interaction. You just have a passive dislike of making friends. That’s not a bad thing, right?

Anyway, back to your cryokinesis. It’s a fancy word you found in a book for your mastery over the element of ice, which you have had since you were young. Well, you’re not quite a master yet. You can’t appearify massive, glacial dragon guardians out of thin air like your ancestor could, but you’re making progress. You can create adequate amounts, move them around within about a 30-foot radius, and can conjure a small, weak, short-range burst of icy mist for use in a hostile encounter (thankfully, you have never found yourself in one). You don’t really know why you bother practicing it. You’ll never end up having any practical use for summoning icebergs on a moment’s notice. And yet, something in the back of your mind tells you that it’s worth it, that someday you will bend the element to your every will and become a legend. The front of your mind thinks that’s a crazy idea, but likes practicing anyway. Ice is pretty.

This is the main reason you try to remain unnoticed. It’s bad enough that you’re a near-fudgeblood; crazy mutant powers would just give people another reason to kill you. Keep a low profile, avoid an untimely death. You have a few friends who are close to you on the spectrum, but none of them know about your cryo. You don’t want to scare them. No, they just see you as another lowblood afraid of social interaction.

Which ties into your personality. You are very broody, often holding grudges against people for looking at you the wrong way. Not violent grudges, because lashing out would result in death. When you make a decision, you usually stick to it, even if all logic tells you you’re wrong. You can be friendly around people that you trust, however. Unfortunately, there’s about 3 people who fit that description. And you’re pretty sure one of them is dead.

You do have a few other hobbies that have nothing to do with ice. You enjoy reading books that your lusus fetches you from the garbage yards. You have tried writing your own, but all of your work is filled with despair, whininess, and run-on sentences. You are an avid photographer, and take pictures of the desolate Alternian landscapes that you travel to in order to practice your cryo on a larger scale without being seen. You tried playing the harmonica once, but you hurt yourself.

You use the needlekind specibus. Mainly because you can focus your cryo through it, so it looks like you’re an odd wizard instead of a mutated freak who needs to murdered. Your modus is Innovation. Every time you fetch an item, it shows you a picture you have taken. You have to notice something new each time it shows you the photo. This has lead to you being quite adept at noticing things. You are destined to become the MAGE OF BREATH in the land of STEAM AND PEBBLES, happily filled with VIOLET GIRAFFES. Your trolltag is unsolicitedBrrrrrrrr, and you (((((hide your shshaky spspeak in multltiplple parenththeses because no one pays attention anywyway.)))))

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Name: Ottkos Envten
Handle:unsolicitedBrrrrrrrr
Title: Mage of Breath
Land: Land of Steam and Pebbles
Lusus: Big dog, retriever-esque.
Planet: Derse
Text Colour:Aradia's (dont know the hex)
UB: (((((in betwtween two pairs of five brackckets and occasioanlyly repreats a consnsonant pair)))))

Other:
Consorts:Violet Giraffes
Strife Specibus: needlekind
Fetch Modus: Innovation
Denizen: Charydbis
Sprite: Lusus, broken harmonica.
Abilities: Minimal Control of Ice
Variety of Grist: Liquid Nitro
Planet's Quest: Knowing the Rivers
Cruxite Artifact: Unlit Torch ( needs to be burned )

[tealSWIRLS]

> Be the dirty hobo
hey, th(at's n(ot v(ery n(ice, th(ough (it (is k(ind of (acc(ur(ate. c(o(uld y(o(u m(aybe try t(o b(e n(ic(er? n(ot th(at y(o(u h-h(av(e t(o.

> Fine, be the runaway lowblood
shhhh, q(u(i(et (ab(o(ut th(at pl(e(as(e! (I'll d(o (it (ok(ay!?



Your name is SARAZE ESDRAN, or at least you're pretty sure it is. You haven't used it in FOUR SWEEPS. During that time you were either called DIRTY LOWBLOOD or simply "You". But before that, you were a simple HONEY BLOOD who lived at the TOP OF A HILL with your SHEEP LUSUS. Sadly, when you were FIVE SWEEPS OLD you were kidnapped by a powerful highblood and FORCED INTO LABOR.

Before this horrible incident you were interested in ASTROLOGY due to the vantage point your home gave you. You also spent a fair amount of time PLAYING WITH YOUR LUSUS, running along the hill and rolling around on the grass. You also played VARIOUS ROLEPLAYING GAMES and ENJOYED READING.

After you were kidnapped none of these things were possible and were replaced by your duties. You were sent on HUNTS FOR FOOD for YOUR MASTER'S LUSUS. You also HANDLED VARIOUS HOUSEKEEPING TASKS, all of these tasks were supervised by your master's lackeys and other slaves that enjoyed BUSTING THEIR FELLOW SLAVES. You got in trouble multiple times early on for being LOUD AND HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOBS. After awhile you were STRAIGHTENED OUT through verbal and physical lashings, turning you SUBMISSIVE AND HARD-WORKING.

When you were 6 SWEEPS OLD you fled the home of your master. In this time you returned to your hive and FOUND YOUR LUSUS. She was dirty and miserable in appearance but SHE WAS ALIVE and VERY HAPPY TO SEE YOU. A short time later you were TAKEN BACK, it turned out staying at your old home was a bad move, and it ENDED WITH YOUR LUSUS CULLED. Upon your return to the mansion YOU WERE PUNISHED, the result being the LOSS OF YOUR LEG and a SCAR ACROSS YOUR CHEEK. You were given a CHEAP WOODEN PROSTHETIC and put back to work.

More eager to escape, you fled only ONE SWEEP LATER, being especially careful and feeling fear for your life. You were told the last time that YOUR PUNISHMENT WOULD BE FAR WORSE if you ever ran away again. This time you left in a random direction, no hive or lusus to return to. You were LOST FOR AWHILE before finding an ABANDONED HIVE. After cleaning out the dust and CLEARING OUT THE SKELETONS you made yourself at home. Using the FEW PIECES OF TECHNOLOGY AVAILABLE you managed to get an old computer working. You also did a HORRIBLE JOB of replacing your wooden prosthetic with a MECHANICAL ONE. It aches horribly and tends to SPASM RANDOMLY.

Now, after a sweep and a half of freedom you spend most of your time READING AND GAZING AT THE STARS, though you tend to try and ignore your old interests. They bring up PAINFUL MEMORIES now that your hive is gone and your lusus culled. You have also realized you are now a BIT OF A KLEPTO, though you try and return everything you steal or at least repay those you've stolen from. All in secret of course. You're also VERY CAREFUL for fear of a highblood recognizing you and TURNING YOU IN. It is your ultimate fear and you spend a lot of time fearing meeting one.

In the house you found various cleaning items and they led you to equip the mopKIND SPECIBUS and the TIDY MODUS. You also use TROLLIAN to talk with people on occasion, though your computer refuses to cooperate consistently, randomly disconnecting and keeping you from having long conversations. You don't know what posses you to do so, considering the threat there as well. Nonetheless, you named yourself disillusionedFreedom and y(o(u sp(e(ak s(il(ently (and with (a l(ift (on y(o(ur v(ow(els.

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Name: Saraze Esdran
Gender: Female
Age: Eight [and 1/2] Sweeps
Trolltag: disillusionedFreedom
Quirk: No capitals, every vowel has a parentheses before it.
Blood Color: Honey #976600; Hue: 27
Lusus: Sheep [deceased]
Fetch Modus: Tidy Modus - Each item must be cleaned before use, improper cleaning before use will make the item explode. The more dirty the item is the larger the explosion.
Strife Speciubs: mopKind
sGRUB info: N/A

[llamamiah]

>Be the cop.

__damn_straight__



Your name is XOMALI POLZEI.

You have a STRANGE FASCINATION with THE LAW. You dream of eventually UPHOLDING THE LAW as a MIGHTY WRECKOP, and frequently PATROL THE FLATLANDS in an effort to find CRIMINALS. You'll BRING JUSTICE TO ALTERNIA, ONE DEATH AT A TIME!

Anyways. You enjoy watching COURTROOM DRAMAS, WRECKOPS (The TV Show), and SHOWS FOR WRIGGLERS. However, nobody will ever know that LAST ONE. You also enjoy playing WACKY ADVENTURE GAMES, such as the SAMUEL AND MAXWEL EPISODIC ADVENTURE GAME.

You have an interest in FASHION, and frequently wear BEAUTIFUL SKIRTS to accompany your AWESOME TOPS. You have a collection of REPLICAS OF HATS BELONGING TO FICTIONAL DETECTIVES, which you ocassionally WEAR FOR FUN.

In terms of PERSONALITY, you are generally very harsh when dealing with others, but ocassionally lighten up when dealing with CLOSE FRIENDS. However, those moments are few and far between.

Your HIVE is a LONG, THIN, SINGLE-STORY MANSION in the MIDDLE OF THE FLATLANDS. Your LUSUS, a VAGABOND STANDSCALED, left you alone FOUR SWEEPS AGO so that it cold SEARCH FOR ADVENTURE. You frequently KEEP WATCH for her, but there has yet to be ANY LUCK of finding WANDERSIS.

Your FETCH MODUS is CARDBOARD BOX, where all your cards are held in a CARDBOARD BOX. You have to dig through all the stuff and PULL OUT THE CARD YOU WANT to get that item.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is PISTOLKIND, which you use to ENFORCE THE LAW.

On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is highwayOfficer, __and_you_always_lay_your_sentences_down_flat__

If you were to ever play a CERTAIN GAME that ends a world and CREATES A NEW ONE, then you would become the WITCH OF DIN and come to reside in the LAND OF SAND AND CHAOS. Your DENIZEN would be ERIS, and your CONSORTS would be BLUE CAMELS.

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Name: Xomali Polzei
Handle: highwayOfficer
Female, 8 Sweeps
Title: Witch of Din
Land: Land of Sand and Chaos
Lusus: Bipedal Adventuring Lizard
Planet: Derse Dreamer
Text Colour: #04A6DB
[u]CHO: __always_lays_her_sentences_down_flat__
Consorts: Camel
Strife Specibus: pistolKind
Fetch Modus: Cardboard Box
Denizen: Eris
Sprite: Lusus, My Little Hoofbeast Figurine
Quadrant Partners: Xiinng Dracol (Moirails)
Variety of Grist: Igneous Rocks (Ex. Granite, Pumice, Obsidian)
Planet's Quest: Enchanting the Sands
Cruxite Artifact: Twisty Container of Colored Sand

[Veriama]

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>Be the pyromaniac
...You want to be a pyromaniac?!



Your name is FEIREN HEILOS, and you may or may not have a neurotic obsession with burning BOOKS.

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Wait, what was that? Let's... let's just.... start from the beginning. Your name is FEIREN HELIOS and your interests include walking in the RAIN, AMATEUR SCIENCE, COOKING, and burning just about EVERY book you come across that doesn't PARADE the empire's ideals.

...Wow, there's no way we're going to get around this, are we?

As mentioned, like, twice now, you make a habit of finding books and BURNING them. In fact, that's how you spend most of your days, rifling through HIVES as people are AWAY and burning all books that have any sort of ANTI-EMPIRE content in them. It's essentially become an obsessive CRUSADE of yours... and you do it all because you've been completely CONVINCED that trolls simply can't handle these awful, anarchist ideals. Rather, can't handle them in a reasonable way (which, for common frame of reference, would be saying 'that's bullshit' and moving on.)

Now, you're no IDIOT. You're aware of the fact that the hemospectrum is, by no means, FAIR- the EMPIRE, cruel at best. But rebels?

Rebels are far worse, in your eyes, and will always be. How indulgent would you have to be to believe your SILLY, WRIGGLER-LIKE ideals hold weight against the ideals of a successful, powerful empire which stretches across the galaxy? How naïve would you be to think that MURDERING OTHERS- or yelling at the other- would solve a thing? If one can't solve their own problems without VIOLENCE, why not just cut to the chase and kill the WHOLE RACE?

And so, you've taken it upon yourself to keep all of those ideas from being archived within trollkind, if you can. Perhaps if you were a different troll, you would take a more direct route... but, you actually aren't one for VIOLENCE. You'd rather TALK THINGS OUT or just BACK DOWN if you get into a disagreement... and you get quite DISAPPOINTED in others when they cannot do the same.

Okay, it's true- you sort of view the whole SPECIES as little wrigglers who cannot take care of themselves. In fact, you've CEASED to wear your blood color to distance yourself from the rest, as well as to make sure no assumptions are made on your actions due to it. (It's actually no big SECRET- keeping your own blood a mystery comes second to... just about anything you want to do. Others have found out before, more may- and the most it'll get out of you is a SHRUG.)

However, despite all of this burning of things and silly crusades, you're actually rather overall HARMLESS. You lack the BLOODTHIRST that drives most trolls- instead, you're guided by more MOTHERLY instincts- something not usually seen in regular society. You're incredibly DOMESTIC- cooking, cleaning, making sure everything is in order in your own hive is another one of the things you spend most of your time doing. And although you're rather WARY and GRUMPY to those contacting you, you wouldn't hesitate for long to go out of your way to HELP THEM, should they need it- regardless of their affiliation.

That is probably going to get you killed at some point.

Hmm, what else? You occasionally dabble in CHEMISTRY (that is, creating BOMBS) and you also enjoy long walks in the RAIN and ORCHESTRAL MUSIC. Should you play SGRUB, your title would be the MAID OF FROST in the LAND OF HEAT AND REFLECTION.

Your trolltag is bismerBiblioclasm and you type in a way that doesn't quite Betray much about you, to Be honest.

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name: feiren heilos (pronounced fair-ren hi-los.)
gender: there's a reason my characters are collectively called 'the estrogen brigade'
age: 9 sweeps
trolltag: bismerBiblioclasm
quirk: capitalizing B when it comes first.
title: maid of light / alternate: maid of frost
land: land of frost and mirrors / alternate: land of heat and reflection
consorts: iunno
blood: ???? oh boy big secret (not)
strife specibus: flamethrowerKind
fetch modus: who knows
lusus: a dragon
dream planet: derpse
symbol: random scribbly stuff? no stonking clue.

[PrinnySquad]

Your name is ELIZAE MURHAT and you are 7 sweeps old, the equivalent of SEVENTEEN HUMAN YEARS. Your wiggling day has been and gone, though quite honestly you barely noticed, nor care. You live in a LAWNRING, somewhere between to two of the major cities - more often than not, however, you are out doing two of your favourite things: RUNNING and a strange SPORT you found on the internet involving HITTING THINGS AND MORE RUNNING - you've adopted the main implement in this sport as strife specibus, and have become quite good with it.

If you're not busy with either of those, you are busy with what has become your JOB: message/package delivery. You can't quite remember when this became your thing; you suspect it was one of the highbloods- you've found them incredibly fond of bossing people like you around, which you kind of resent, still you did it to the best of your ability(like you do most things) and now it seems to be a part of your reputation . And besides, it means more running and it pays okay, so you don't complain.

Luckily you've stopped your temper getting the better of you about this matter- so far. You tend not to keep your emotions in check; meaning you tend to swing from incredibly ENTHUSIASTIC about almost everything and being incredibly ANGRY about almost everything. This has gotten you in trouble more than a few times- Luck for you have gotten incredibly good at running, and fast. This tends to be your solution to most problems, mostly encouraged by your LUSUS, a hyena roughly the same size you are. Your love of running was also encouraged by her- mostly in the form of her terrorisingyou- when you were old enough to walk by yourself. She usually near you, whereever you go, and your job takes you a lot of places.

When you AREN'T running/working/sporting you like to play games once in a while: mostly a CLASS=BASED FIRST-PERSON SHOOTER though you only play the fastest class every time. You've found it makes people really mad as well, which only makes you want to play it more.

Online your handle is perpetualMotion, mostly because you never seem to stop moving. Even while sitting down, you usually tap your foot. This has also affected your typing where you tendtostarttoforgettohitthespacebuttoninordertoget thewordsoutasfastaspossible, bonk!. Even if you're not hitting keys as quickly as your hands will allow, you tend to forgo(forget) to use punctuation, and you tend to finish sentences with a catchphrase you stole from your favourite game -it was originally a joke between you and your friends but it's such a tough habit to break...

Your fetch is mouds is a messenger-bag modus: you have actually rummage through your bag to find the correct kind captcha card before retrieving the item. It can be rather irritating when it gets all jumbled up...

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Name: Elizae Murhat
Gender: Female
Lusus: Hyena
Age: Seven Sweeps
Blood Colour: Red, #6b0000
Troll Tag: perpetualMotion
Quirk: no caps or punctuation, devolves into a lack of spaces in between words if excited. Attaches bonk! to the end of just about every sentence.
Fetch Modus: messenger bag
Strife Specibus: baseballbatKind
SGURB Info:
Dreamer: Prospit
Title: Scout of Time
Land: Jungle and Gears

[Todd Ingram]

Your name is SANCRUZ LORIUM, also known as Worker 316146.

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You have worked all 7 sweeps of your life at the VOLCANIC ALTERNIAN SUGAR MINES. Every day is usually the same for you: you wake up far too early in the morning (at the call of your howler monkey lusus), head off to the mines with your trusty mattock, and spend the entire morning mining for sugar in the sweltering depths of a not-quite extinct volcano. Lunch consists of anything edible you find while mining. After that, it’s more mining before turning in 95% of your earnings to the higher-ups who run the place and selling the rest. The daily income is usually around 5 caegars. It’s not much, but it keeps you fed and alive. The mine itself is astounding: huge, systematic caverns deep within the volcano, mounds upon mounds of dirt with the occasional bounty of sugar. It’s hard enough to focus on digging with the total darkness, intense heat, and deadly lava pits scattering the floor. It’s not uncommon for a worker to fall in by accident. And by not uncommon, you mean it happens about twice an hour.
Fortunately, that person is not and will never be you. You have grown quite skilled at your job over the sweeps, and it has become a routine for you, much like breathing or blinking. You don’t hate your job, but it’s not exactly a tray of roseplants, either. You just treat it as part of your life, nothing more. Doing what your superiors say, getting infinitesimal reward while they get ten times as much for telling you what to do.
This has factored into your daily life as well. You believe the best way to function in society is doing what everyone else expects you to do, no matter how backbreaking or embarrassing. Your blood class exists solely to serve the higher classes. You don’t see redbloods running huge corporations for a reason, you know. Your lusus is always trying to get you to relax a little, maybe take a sick day, but you both know that’s impossible. One day off the job gets you thrown in a lava pit.
You do get one day of every three weeks, though, and you spend it very wisely. You spend time with your lusus, and practice many of your hobbies. One of said hobbies is fighting with your trusty mattock. It’s just as good at cracking bones, heads, and horns as it is dirt, rocks, and priceless gems. Fights often break out in the mine over large bounties of sugar, and the one who gets to turn it in is usually the one with the sharpest pickaxe. Another is your rock collection. Every now and then while mining, you find an interesting rock. It’s not rare enough to be sold, but no mundane enough to just throw away either. So, you bring it back to the barracks located next to the volcano ( an odd, futuristic tower that kind of unnerves everyone ) and hide it under your bed. Someday, you will look under your bed and see all the cool rocks you have found. Until then, you let them sit and become a masterpiece. Hopefully.
Your personality has hardened over the years, just as the rocks harden to protect themselves against the lava, making your job increasingly harder. You don’t really have many friends, and the ones you do are not that close to you. You consider it a bit of a waste of time to hang out with trolls of your class rather than serving as a vehicle to a highblood. It’s your place, after all, and you don’t mind. That’s how your life was meant to be lived, and nothing is ever going to change that.
…Well, that’s a bit of a lie. Every day, you save one caegars out of your paycheck and put it away for safekeeping. This, much like your rock collection, has never been touched. You plan to save it up for about 2 more sweeps and then buy the mine. You’ve certainly saved up enough for it already, but you are still collecting just in case. When you do buy it, a lot of things are going to change. You are going to make sure the dirt gets dug deeper than ever before, to find the vast quantites of sugar you know reside in the underground, but no one has ever dug enough to find. Someday though, it will happen. Someday…
You are to become the KNIGHT OF SPACE, to ascend in the LAND OF CASTLES AND OCEANS (obviously filled with DARK BLUE AQUA-KOALAS). Your strife specibus is mattockkind, used in and out of the caves in dire situations. Your modus is Rockfall, encasing each item in sandstone the moment you pick it up. It takes a while to retrieve an item, but you don’t have many possessions to begin with. Your trolltag is sucrosePeon and your speech is well structured to speak to those higher than you, sir.

[momatoes]

Oh hey, I think a great addition to the troll-making tutorials would be scintillatingMoniker's profile making guide? I saw it posted in the Crit thread, and the image link is over here: http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x...trollguide.png

[tonightsEntertainment]

allow me to throw this simple image in as well, which i believe was by quincunx

[Captain_Outrageous]

==> Be the violent jackass
>fuck yoou.

Your name is EXAN TUHROFE. You are 7 sweeps old, and you have a variety of INTERESTS. Some include DRAWING and playing HARDCORE FLARP. You have a VIOLENT DISPOSITION and tend to always shoot first and fuck asking questions. Your HORNS have made it so that walking through doors and being inside buildings presents a bit of a challenge for you.
You have a BOLD NATURE and VIOLENT ATTITUDE, but with little MUSCULAR STRENGTH to back it up. Nonetheless, you were chosen by a lusus that is rather RANCOROUS in temperament, and smells quite RANC, OR nasty. OK fuck it, your lusus is a fucking RANCOR. But you have no idea what that could mean, since there is no Troll equivalent of STAR WARS, and if there was, naturally, the title would be too long to fit into this description. You just went with him because he seemed like a TOTAL BADASS. And he is.
When you're not blundering through troublesome thresholds, you are playing VIDEO GAMES in a VERY MANLY FASHION. Other times you are playing FLARP by the pseudonym Darquin, Duke of Destruction. Your weapon of choice is the BROADSWORD, but you have trouble wielding it with efficiency due to your MUSCULAR INADEQUACIES, so most of the time you are forced to wield the lightweight CUTLASS, which fits seemlessly into your FLARP persona of the RUTHLESS PIRATE. You usually send other players down into to a CRUSHING OBLIVION, while FLARPING on a particularly badass PIRATE SHIP, which doubles as your LAWNRING.

Your Troll tag is malicioiusRapture and you speak with a sort of inflectioon that let's people knoow that yoou have the balls. Soo too speak.

[Insani]

>Be the footless freak

=(|HEY that was just a concept

>...What?

=(|ACTUALLY nevermind

>Fine, be the piss-blood with magic feet

=(|THATS a lot more like it!



Your name is Jakkil Carvon, but your friends just call you 'Jak'. Namely, because you prefer that nickname. You are a troll of 6.5 sweeps, and you are... or rather, were, a FLARPing legend. A MINOR case of severe cheating got you and your matesprit permanently 'banned' from FLARPing. Not really banned, but nobody wants to be seen with a 'cheater' like you.

Ultimately, you lost nearly all your friends and many times trolls have attempted to kill you, particularly those you 'cheated' against. You don't consider it cheating. You were given a psychic power, so you used it. You are able to possess people, for periods of 2 minutes to 5 seconds based on their blood, luckily for your FLARPing campaign, the highbloods don't usually flarp.

You tend to be a bit arrogant and overconfident, but you aren't particularly annoying or asshole-ish. If you were, your matesprit would have died ages ago. Your matesprit is a piss-blood, like you. A self-entitled, high-maintenance, deliberately annoying, hemospectrum rejecting, bitchy, demanding troll. She's a high-maintenance bitch, but she's YOUR high-maintenance bitch. Sometimes you feel you're more like a moirail than a matesprit, as you constantly have to keep her from doing stupid shit and pissing off highbloods, she's already been in tens of life-threatening situations and lost her right eye, simply because she hates the hemospectrum for putting her so low.

You are equipped with a fit body and a powerful mind, as evidenced by your ability to control two bodies at once, back when you flarped. You used your power to make your opponents act as if they'd been seriously injured, disabling them so you could chain together multiple hits. Eventually, you ran into a highblood. A smart, mentally strong highblood. He was able to fight off your attempts to possess him, and revealed your 'cheating'. You immediately became a disgrace. All the FLARPers who admired you ended up trying, sometimes succeeding, to beat the shit out of you.

Your lusus is similiar to a Fox, sneaky and violent, it taught you that victory is worth any means taken to attain it. Although you wouldn't betray your comrades, you take almost any measure necessary to win, although after the incident you took a bit of a look at yourself, and ultimately you're less of a cheating asshole than you were back then.

You use the shoekind specibus, your yellow shoes are made of a special material that allow your psychic power to 'pass' through them. As a backup, you use the stupid 'swordkind' specibus. You sometimes use it to finish off enemies while you have them paralyzed with your power.

You live in a small hive far from any other troll, you've purposely smashed it up a bit to make it look abandoned, so that none of your 'fans' recognize your hive and try to cull you. You try to make no contact with any trolls besides your limited group of friends, and usually attempt to kill anyone involved with FLARP who stumbles upon you. You are generally more powerful than the average troll, but when you are overpowered, your fox lusus is usually nearby.

Your trolltag is kickassSuperiority, =(|AND your messages are powered by the force of your kicks!

[scientificBlues]

Gosh these are short!! I have tried to make them as intentionally bare-bones as possible, summing up each troll's Basic Deal and leaving it at that. I came to the conclusion that most of the TL;DR info doesn't actually matter much! SGRUB lands/titles often change to fit the roleplay they're in, and nobody cares about how Coraxe's modus works or what Verise might have allocated to her specibus.

And if you do, they're usually on pesterchum and you're welcome to ask for yourself. Let's do this! Yeah!! Sprites by Thunder Reign.

Verise Annans, a troubled young lady with an affinity for deception.

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Verise sits at the bottom of the hemospectrum quite comfortably, believing in the truth of the system with all her heart. She is of the opinion that it's so plainly obvious that the folks higher up on the spectrum are superior in every aspect to lowly redbloods like herself that it's ridiculous to think otherwise. She is quiet and almost annoyingly respectful to her betters, holding them in her highest esteem and playing the obsequious peasant role perfectly... even when they demand she knock that shit off.

She has an abiding love for stage magic, spending her free time practicing tricks. For a while she'd hoped that that and her skill as an actress might lead her to be famous one day, but the triple handicaps of her red blood, her missing eye, and her psychic capabilities which will likely end in her being attached to the front end of a spaceship make that sort of unlikely. The loss of her eye hasn't done wonders for her social life either; she spends most of her time roleplaying online and hoping her lusus isn't home.

Her trolltag is honestGrifter and she mostly speaks in short, terse sentences, with a respectful sir/ma'am appended.

Cirrus Cualto, a level twelve fussy busybody.

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Cirrus lives out in the hills, with very few trolls around. On most days it rains, quite harshly, and it's really best to stay inside. To prevent from going crazy all cooped-up like this for so many sweeps, she has made a habit of living her life vicariously through other trolls. She listens to their stories almost obsessively, offering instructions on what to do, how to improve. Everyone needs her help, after all; nobody can take care of themselves like she can take care of them. It tends to upset her quite a bit when they don't listen -- controlling could be a bit of an understatement.

But while you can boss around some of the trolls some of the time, you can't boss around all of the trolls all of the time. Sometimes you have to entertain yourself, and Cirrus has made a bit of money doing so. She's a talented musician with a noted preference for jazz piano, but interest and some practice in most things she can get her hands on. Sometimes she even lands a deal working for film soundtracks! Her acquisition of a printing press a sweep ago left her with another pasttime: writing her own newspaper. Of course, there aren't exactly any neighbors around, so the circulation numbers aren't really numbers in the plural, but she has her fun.

Her trolltag is cloudyCadenza and she replaces her spaces with tildes.

Coraxe Acipit, gentleman scientist and all-around self-absorbed jerk.

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Doctor Acipit spent the majority of his life isolated on a mountaintop, where his only company was his lusus. This left him sort of behind on certain important social skills and concepts like "humility" and "not being an insufferable ass all the time". His natural charisma and genuine gregariousness along with a healthy sense of humor and wit would make him a great conversationalist if he ever felt like actually showing those things and not just flinging around grump and sass as if they were going out of style.

His specialty is in the field of mad science, cobbling together insane and unlikely contraptions from mundane lasers and robots up to doomsday weapons. He doesn't really have any idea what to do with all this, of course, so he has given himself a responsibility as something of a problem solver. The invisible hand of fate can't keep everything going in its proper order, so someone has to give it a bit of a boost. Sometimes that's giving someone robotic legs, sometimes it's trying to blow them up. Whatever seems right, or whatever's been asked for.

His trolltag is prolixCorvid and he substitutes a period for all other punctuation.

Molide Acanth, Alternia's most extreme party animal.

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Having lived the same comfortable life as most seadwellers, Molide found herself wishing for a taste of something better. Immediately after getting it, she decided she wanted a taste of everything there was to offer. She is unstoppably cheerful, completely unflappable and always, always hungering for a new experience. Everyone else in the world is her obvious inferior, by blood and by upbringing and by attitude, so she mostly views them as tools to get what she wants; this is accomplished by bullying them into doing her bidding with sheer force of will.

She loves cooking, constantly experimenting in the kitchen to produce exciting and delicious foodstuffs. Sometimes it's with fish she's caught herself, sometimes it's with rare and dangerous species she's killed personally. She works on creating new poisons and toxins as well; cross-contamination between these passions isn't much of a problem due to her high resistance. Well, they aren't usually a problem -- she quite likes to throw massive parties at her beach-area hive, inviting anyone and everyone to attend. And for a few unlucky guests, this can be a fatal experience...

Her trolltag is piquantPoisons and in emotional moments, she counts down to a line where she can express the full depth of her feelings.

[tragicMuse]

=====> Be the one with the bright purple colored blood.

Okay.You do that flawlessly.

Your name is VIVIRA KONARU and you live in Alternia's MOSTLY FROZEN SOUTH HEMISPHERE.As such you DO NOT GET OUT MUCH.
You do not like hot weather which was one of the main reasons for moving southward,despite the fact that YOU HATE THE WAY EVERYONE LIVES VERY CLOSE TOGETHER.However,you dislike the heat more,so you deal with it.
Your LUSUS is a bit on the dull side,and by that I mean he often EXPLODES PARTS OF YOUR HIVE WHEN HE GETS BORED OR LONELY.You have not even a SLIGHT idea of how he blows it up in the first place,but you can NEVER CATCH HIM IN THE ACT.Sometimes,you try to avoid your lusus,lest he get CUDDLY.Your dear,sweet lusus who you love.
You have BRIGHT PURPLE blood,which is interesting enough.Mostly it's interested you as to WHY YOU ARE NOT A SEADWELLER.So as the days have gone you have SEARCHED FOR CLUES about your genetics.By this manner you found out about your ANCESTOR and your blood.It was all VERY INTERESTING but EXTREMELY LONG-WINDED.
Your hobbies are FIXING HOLES IN YOUR HIVE,AVOIDING YOUR NEIGHBORS LIKE THE INDIVIDUAL PLAGUES THEY ARE,and FLARPING.You are PRETTY CHILL FOR A HIGHBLOOD but you get a bit awkward around lowbloods that act like your about to cull them or something.
Your trolltag is tragicMuse and you eexxxxxteend ceertaaain leetteers to maaatch your voice.
Zzzzeebraaa is the beest ωord eeveer.Heell yees.


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Name: Vivira Konaru
Handle: tragicMuse
Female / Troll / 6.5
Title: Witch of Void
Land: Land of Music and Blockades
Lusus: Bird/Dog hybrid
Sign: Orpheus' Lyre
Planet: Derse Dreamer
Quirk: Extending the letters "e","a","z",and "x".Replaces "W" and "w" with ω.Lowercase "f" is ƒ and uppercase is Ƒ.In example: EEAAAZZZZXXXXXωHAT THE ƒƒƒƒƒƑƑƑƑƑ--

Other:
Consorts: CHIMPANZEES OF THE GREEDY VARIETY.
Strife Specibus: scytheKind
Fetch Modus: Dexterity Deck
Denizen: Artemis
Sprite: Lusus [before entrance to medium]-Windchime [after entrance to medium.Quite a while after,actually.]
Abilities: ~Unknown to EVVEENN HERRSELLFFF~ As in I am a lazy mofo
Variety of Grist: Amethyst
Cruxite Artifact: Cruxite Flute - appeared on a rack,had to be smashed into smithereens

[Moon Redeemer]

==> Be the one who's a massive hipster.

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Your name is TESSRA ATHENA, a FEMALE TROLL from ALTERNIA. You are currently almost SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS old, and your BLOOD is SOME UGLY YELLOW COLOUR.

You pride yourself on your ABOVE AVERAGE INTELLECT – as such, some of your more prevalent hobbies include MECHANICAL ENGINEERING, as well as ADVANCED MATHEMATICS, though you are a bit of a BOFFIN so you don't know a lot about other things. Furthermore, you often find your thoughts become jumbled, possibly a side effect of your INSOMNIA, brought about by your crippling addiction to ENERGY DRINKS. This has given you a very awkward SLEEPING SCHEDULE - you can stay awake for up to 2 EARTH WEEKS, before sleeping for the next forty hours or so. One of your greatest ACHIEVEMENTS is turning your THERMAL HULL into a REACTION CHAMBER, which you use to make EXPLOSIONS and PRETTY COLOURS. You call it your REFISSIONATOR.

When you aren’t acting like MORE OF A GENIUS THAN YOU ACTUALLY ARE and GIVING YOUR ZEBLOUSE LUSUS SHIT (a louse/zebra hybrid), you enjoy churning out SICK MIX TAPES of PLEASANT CROONS and then attempting to DANCE to them, but you usually end up breaking something. You also like PAINTING, because of all the PRETTY COLOURS. You’re usually HYPED UP while doing this and end up creating ODD SCRIBBLINGS. Finally, you enjoy SKATEBOARDING, but you usually end up BLEEDING YOUR OWN BLOOD because, naturally, you're HYPED UP.

Essentially, you’re a TOTAL HIPSTER, which some people don’t like but that’s alright because that’s JUST THEIR THING. However, you do find it difficult to converse with the INTELLECTUALLY CHALLENGED, so you can sometimes come off as a BITCH. You’re generally quite TOLERANT to most other TROLLS, and you get along with them, even if you can be a bit SNARKY, but you are SYMPATHETIC to any issues that they may have and try to be an ADVICE-GIVER, no matter how bad it is. You can tend to be quite PASSIONATE, but you try your best to hide your interest in RELATIONSHIPS. This is also sometimes blamed as the reason for your FOCUS while doing MATHY STUFF. Just in case anyone’s wondering, because you’re CURTEOUS, you wield an awkward war relic in the form of your BAYONETKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS, and use your MATHEMATIC FETCH MODUS.

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Name; Tessra Athena
Gender; Female
Title; Thane of Time
Age; 7 Solar Sweeps
Trolltag; causticInsomniac
Land; Land of Steam & Dawn
Quirk; Replaces various letters with Greek letters, doesn't use spaces and multiplies punctuation by fourteen.
Blood Colour; 154-154-0
Lusus; Zeblouse - a spindly, fourteen legged zebra with feelers.
Fetch Modus; Mathematic - a complex mathematical problem must be solved.
Strife Specibus; BayonetKind - refers to rifle and bayonet as a single weapon.

[kitKatsuun]

I must...

>Enter Name



You are DIEMCA HORACE, the proudest INDIGOBLOOD who doesn't actually put stock in blood castes. Mostly because you got bored of that distinction while still but a grub. Well not really, but it's not interesting to look down on the low bloods. They're so fun to you!

You were adopted by a POUCHBEAST, a type of lusus also known as a MARSUPIAL amongst the lowbloods, though you have called your lusus both, along with a host of other names whenever you feel like it. The lusus coddled you from a young age, sheltering you almost too effectively from the dangerous Alternian environment by keeping you isolated in your SEASIDE CASTLE. You're still on very good terms with POUCHMAMA, though she's grown a bit doddering in recent times and as a result is rarely able to force you to stay home like she used to be able to. You're naturally a bit rebellious as a result, which works fine for you.

You love TRYING NEW THINGS. Because you were so sheltered as a youth, you now seek out new thrills with a passion. Almost too much of a passion, because you get BORED of things very quickly. And being used to getting your way, you very easily and sometimes very violently REJECT things the moment they cease to interest you. In the case of other trolls, the lucky ones just get blocked on Trollian. The unlucky ones find themselves on the receiving end of your RIFLEKIND skills. Which aren't exactly of the highest caliber, but you are so spoiled you can afford the best weapons a normal royal can feasibly get their hands on, meaning you've yet to not kill a single former friend with extreme prejudice. If you wanted to, of course.

Because your interests are so variable, it's hard to say with any certainty what your hobbies are at any given time. However, your personality is pretty fixed. Beyond being extremely FICKLE in your drive to constantly do something different, you are genuinely a SWEET if NAIVE and INCREDIBLY OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY young troll. You treat your friends well until you tire of them, lavishing them with whatever your heart feels they deserve as the best friend of the week (TM). You're also very HONEST, every emotion you feel is very genuine. When you love someone, you love them, and when you hate someone, you hate them. You make no attempt to hide your emotions or be diplomatic. It's pretty much impossible to rely on you to be WISE, though at the very least you're DETERMINED enough to stick to plans. Until you get bored of them, anyways.

Because of your nature, relationships have always been an interesting ordeal for you. The danger of not having filled quadrants has never been fully imprinted on you due to your being spoiled, however your honesty has served you well in that regard. You're very quick to get on with it when you feel matespritship or kismessisitude, and you've already filled your bucket quota for genetic material. Of course, your significant other is not always guaranteed to survive once you inevitably cease liking or hating them. And you're an absolutely useless morail and auspistice, not that you haven't tried, but you normally get bored of your duties at a very inconvenient time for the parties you are mediating. You've killed quite a few people overall, most of them indirectly.

You've taken the Trollian tag amusementSeeker, though it's likely you'll change that name at some point when you want to try something else. You tend. To put periods and punctuation. Where it's. Completely unnecessary. But have perfect. Syntax otherwise. You use the ANTHROPIC MODUS, which deletes items you cease to care about, a perfectly suitable modus for you.

Only the best for you, always.

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Name: Diemca Horace
Gender: Female
Age: 7 solar sweeps (15 years)
Trolltag: amusementSeeker
Quirk: Tends to end sentences earlier than is appropriate.
Blood Color: Indigo, #4B0082, Hue 269
Lusus: Koala-esque Lusus
Fetch Modus: Anthropic Modus, Relies on the interest of the user in the items stored inside. If interest is lost then the modus will eventually delete the item in question.
Strife Specibus: rifleKind

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