trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

**Ocfos** · 07-22-2011, 03:46 PM

So i decided to re-write Chasic's old profile because it doesn't fit her personality anymore.

>Be the rubber clad troll.

Wait- what..?

>Be the static troll.

Muzh better.

Your name is Chasic Pekkuh and you're obviously a redblood, a 7,5-sweep old dark-redblood at that.
You like to spend time with your friends when they can, sadly you cannot touch them as that would end up with them being horribly electrocuted.
Due to twisted genetic experiments made on you a few sweeps ago by that horrifying indigoblood who took advantage of the hemospectrum and replaced your entire skeleton with refined silicon, you passively build up charges of electricity, sadly you can't actually keep this charge under control and that's the reason you've begun wearing rubber clothes, gloves and boots. Said silicon skeleton also makes you slightly magnetic, it's possible that he didn't just use just one material for the whole experiment.

Your hive is located in a mountainside overlooking the outskirts of one of the biggest cities on Alternia, you sometimes head into the city but you try to keep a fair distance from people seen as sparks sometimes jump if they get too close. But in a big city, jolting people who get too close to you might be a good thing.

Your interests are boring, at least that's what most other people think of them. You spend a lot of time studying astrology, paranormality and archaeology, it's slightly hard when you're a redblood though seen as you barely got any money to get new things to study with, hell, you don't even have a telescope yet!

Your trollTag is energeticThunderjolt and Your wordz can zometimez zound rather *BZZT* ztatic. X8(

TL;DR

>Chasic: Check on lusus.

**octopusOracle** · 07-22-2011, 07:53 PM

*EDIT* I updated her blood color to be brighter!
Oh wow a place to post my fantroll :3
(sorry her bio is so long, I love writing and it's hard to stop sometimes)

>Be the ditsy scientist

Your name is EURYAL TARLUT.
You are one of the SEA DWELLERS of your race. Your blood color is DEEP PURPLE (#2f0034). You are very proud of the fact you are a HIGHBLOOD, but try not to show it. You have CURLY HAIR and one of your horns is a NUB, due to an incident with your LUSUS when you were younger. You are 6 sweeps old.

Your biggest interest is PAINTING, although you are PRETTY TERRIBLE at it; because of this you are almost always covered in paint. Since you’re so MESSY, you rarely bother with the FANCY CLOTHES most sea dwellers wear, since they’ll just get messed up anyways. Your other interests include spending your spare time observing the DYNAMICS OF THE UNIVERSE and creating SCIENTIFIC THEORIES. Naturally you have a rather large TELESCOPE in your room. Your biggest dream would be to study ALIEN LIFEFORMS, but until then you like to study land insects as you find them FASCINATING. You often perform ODD EXPIRIMENTS on these creatures, and would secretly like to experiment on LAND DWELLERS as well. You live MUCH DEEPER underwater than most sea dwellers as you have an especially strong HATRED for heat, and prefer to be cold all the time. Since your eyes are so accustomed to the dark water, you need special GLASSES whenever you go on land, and you have also developed HEAT VISION. You love WRITING, but rarely have the ambition to actually WRITE ANYTHING. You are OPTIMISTIC and TOO NICE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, which pisses of your MOIRAIL immensely. Because of your kindness your moirail has been teaching you how to FIGHT, with semi-successful results. You don’t have many friends because your moirail is very POSESSIVE, and she is also your only friend that you have ever met in person. You are extremely DITSY and easily amused, which causes most people to assume you are kind of RETARDED. You also love FROLICKING AIMLESSLY and EXPLORING, and hate wearing SHOES. In fact, you seem to love anything involving DISCOVERY and CREATION. You like to wake up EARLY every evening to get the maximum amount of pointless things done. You believe in MAGIC, but this is probably just because of your OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION. You live in a TINY CASTLE in the middle of a rather large fish habitat. You like to FEED the fishes several times a day. Your lusus is a JELLYFISH, and you love her dearly. She is big enough so that you can ride her around, which has been one of your favorite activities since you were little. She also protects you due to how WEAK you are.

Your Strife Specibus is MOPKIND, mostly because you think they look like jellyfish.
You are a very CURIOUS girl, and tend to speak qu?te ?nqu?s?t?vely. Your trolltag is enticingInvertebrate.

**Thunder Reign** · 07-23-2011, 12:44 AM

!!!ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

For those of you who missed it, we now have an FANTROLL CRITIQUE THREAD. From now on, please post your profile there if you want crit! Furthermore, no crit is to be posted in this thread unless something is seriously wrong. One or two things a bit iffy with someone's profile? PM it to them. Black blood and drinking rainbows? Point it out in this thread, but that's it.

**scintillatingMoniker** · 07-23-2011, 02:20 PM

> BE THE PYROMANIAC ROBOT

I AM A CYBORG NOT A ROBOT.
AND I AM NOT CRAZY.

Your name is OCYRIS AHGNEE, and you like FIRE. That isn't your defining trait... Well, it is, but it isn't everything you do. Which is why you are definately not a pyromaniac, and definately not crazy. You are a perfectly sane member of society. Denial really is just a river in egypt, which is a place you have never heard of because it doesn't exist.

Back to the point, the point being you, you are not a pyromaniac, as previously mentioned. Although you are a FIRE ENTHUSIAST, which is totally different. You often carry various different accelerants and fuels to burn with, as well as a box of matches. Matches are always handy. You carry all of this in your COMBUSTION MODUS- every time a card is empty, it catches fire. Leaving it empty for too long will cause the card to burn away, but the moment you put something into a flaming card, that's on fire too. It's pretty inconvenient when you carry so many dangerous chemicals around.

Speaking of fire-based accidents, the "cyborg" part of your title comes from the fact that you once tried dabbling with a chemical called chlorine triflouride because you heard it was incredibly flammable. As it turns out, it is. In fact, it is entirely capable of setting ash on fire. And water. And other things that definately should never be on fire. It also explodes quite a lot. As a result, you no longer have a right forearm or jaw, but fortunately, you're pretty good with engineering.

Speaking of engineering, you use BURNERKIND, which includes any object that contains fuel and emits flame in a single stream- like a bunsen burner, or a blowtorch- the latter of which is your current weapon slash tool. You dream of one day getting your hands on an actual flamethrower, but so far you haven't had any luck with that.

You frequently hang out in the cafe, because you're lonely and have barely any friends. Unfortunately, you are also incredibly naive, and you are very easy to trick or confuse, plus you don't ask many questions if someone asks you to do something nicely. You're also considering bounty hunting, but so far you've only gotten one job, and you ended up not doing that.

Speaking of that, the person who gave you the job in the first place, TREYYA, is now your matesprit. You're not sure why she likes you, but considering how paranoid you are about the drones you aren't going to question it.

Your trolltag is fireBug and you SAY CERTAIN ACTIONS AND SOUNDS ALOUD. FILLED PAUSE. DUE TO YOUR ROBOTIC MOUTH REPLACEMENT ONLY SAYING WORDS.

tl;dr version

**Krug** · 07-23-2011, 03:45 PM

> Be the one with the Armory.

[::wait wait wait i'm not ready yet gog damn it don't let them see me like this!::]

> Oh fine.

[::there we go::]

Your name is SYOGAN NOIQUE, you are 7.75 sweeps old, you are and you are a BLUE BLOOD.

Or at least you wish you were. Almost anything would be better than the BROWN SLUDGE that flows through your veins. Yes, you are a LOWBLOOD. But you're one of the few that actually respect and revere the HEMOSPECTRUM. Your idiot peers in blood color just can't seem grasp the fact that anything below GREEN BLOOD is simply inferior to everything else, that includes you. Due to the fact that you are a BROWN BLOOD; and even worse, one without PSYCHIC POWERS, you constantly are wrapped up in a self imposed cycle of SELF LOATHING. You believe that your life means nothing and that you will never go anywhere in life because BOTTOM FEEDERS such as YOURSELF don't deserve such an honor. In fact to go anywhere in public without feeling like a disgrace in front of HIGHBLOODS, you attempt to DISGUISE your BLOOD COLOR and pose as noble BLUE BLOOD; then you merely pray that you don't CRY or get CUT.

You have somewhat of an obsession with GUNS. Especially SHOTGUNS. You just love the smooth feel of those weapons in your hand, and when you pull the trigger you for a moment actually forget about your BLOOD COLOR and feel powerful. In the basement of your LAWNRING you keep an ARMORY of sorts. Nothing fancy, just a pile of SHOTGUNS and a pile of BULLETS. Of course, collecting all these GUNS would be useless if you didn't do anything with them. Thus, you are an active HUNTER. Whenever it's the SEASON and the weather is COOPERATIVE you go into the woods to hunt down VARIOUS DEADLY BEASTS. Over your LEFT EYE you wear an AIM ASSIST PIECE to keep your shots on target. Unfortunately your GOD DAMN LOWBLOOD SHACK cannot fit all of your kills in it as TROPHIES of the hunt. So you normally just leave a mass of DEAD ANIMAL CORPSES in the forest.

Your LUSUS is a FEATHERY ASSHOLE. Though he gets on your nerves frequently, you actually do have a close relationship with him, considering he did a good job of RAISING and PROTECTING you. If anything were to happen to him, you would probably slip into a DEEP DEPRESSION. And if anything happened to you, he would probably FLIP THE FUCK OUT and start SQUAWKING or something.

You have a good number of friends ONLINE, and of course you enjoy getting out of your LAWNRING and meeting new people. People generally regard you as a DECENT GUY, though maybe a bit GRUFF. At the same time, you try your best to not be PARANOID about people finding out your real BLOOD COLOR, and actually hold a decent conversation.

Your FETCH MODUS is SHELL. Essentially it turns whatever item you've taken into a ROUND for your SHOTGUN. Once the SHELL breaks, your item is dispelled along with SHOTGUN PELLETS. It's a huge hassle and has broken more of your stuff than you can count. Speaking of which, as if it wasn't obvious, your STRIFE SPECIBUS is SHOTGUNKIND. Your trolltag is buckshotTempest and you [::attempt to speak in a fancier manner::]

Should you play SGRUB your title would be the HUNTER OF BLOOD, in the LAND OF STEEL AND TARGETS.

**Rooro24** · 07-23-2011, 09:42 PM

> Be the high-blood hater

Your name is RILSIA ADOLIE and you are 8 SWEEPS OLD. You are a SEA-DWELLER and PURPLE BLOOD flows through your veins. You HATE OTHER HIGH-BLOODS because of an incident that resulted in the death of you LUSUS. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is the PISTOLKIND and you usualy carry TWO PISTOLS at all times. Your title is the SEER OF SECRETS and your land is the LAND OF LOCKS AND WHISPERS. Your SYLLDEX is CATALOGUE, meaning you can chose ANY ITEM YOU EVER PUT IN YOUR SYLLDEX, but you can only have ONE ITEM AVAILABLE AT A TIME. You know that because of your BLOOD COLOUR you will one day go INSANE. This inspired your troll tag, crazyRebel. Your QUIRK is that you replace*each*space*with*a*star*thing . Your BROWSER is PHEME.

**Thunder Reign** · 07-24-2011, 02:23 AM

>Be the girl everyone's seen.

Your name is REMIEM SHURAB, but most people don't call you that.

In fact, most people don't know that's your real name at all. And why would they? You've expended so much effort into fooling others about every aspect of yourself that you'd be most shocked and disappointed if you were ever found out. And quite dead, too. But you digress; you should probably explain why you're keeping up this charade, shouldn't you?

You have always been an isolated troll, as you were stolen away to a nice remote cave by your lusus and set up your hive there. Your lusus is overprotective, something perhaps caused by her being a juvenile of her species and thus you being her first charge, but she is both slightly dimwitted and highly dangerous. You had to turn to the computer if you wanted to make any social connections, as travelling from your hive took quite an effort, and as you chatted online you started to perceive certain... aspects of troll culture.

Many, many trolls formed relationships online, something that made logical sense to you but also amused you quite a bit. After all, how could they know that they weren't falling for some complete stranger? A troll who had lied to them about every facet of their personality? At first you just confined yourself to laughing at the sight of trolls in your chat falling for each other online and then inevitably posting angry messages when the breakup occurred, but after watching a purpleblood brag about the lavish gifts they had sent to their tealblooded amour who lived on the opposite side of the world, you got an idea. And now, here you are.

To anyone who sees your banner ads spread across the Introllnet, or visits your personal blog, or messages you on Trollian, you are not Remiem Shurab, nor are you an 8.5 sweep old who lives in a cave with a monstrous lusus. You are Meimer Sharle, a vulnerable and coquettish 7.5 sweep old who lives in a rundown hivestem block, all alone and running a vanity blog in the attempts of attracting a matesprit. There’s no message board on this blog of yours, only a link to your false trolltag, and it’s by this end that you extort your victims. You spin a web of lies to anyone who contacts you, claiming to have fallen for them and oh won’t you please buy me something, it’s so hard to live in this hivestem city! You pretend to love them, spend your waking hours manipulating them into buying you things or sending you their caegars, and when they demand to finally meet you in person? You murder them, frisk their body, and feed the corpse to your lusus.*

Quite frankly, you're not sure why you do this. You've kept up the act for almost a sweep now, dedicating most of your waking hours to this elaborate scam, constructing a fake hivestem block in your cave to take photoshoots in and making sure that none of your suitors ever realize they're dating the same fake person at once. Your caegar account is impressive indeed, and your lusus has taken to sleeping on your massive pile of riches. You really don't need to keep the act up; you have all the riches you could need, and a pile of other lovely things to boot. But you keep doing it. Perhaps you simply can't stop.

This isn't to say you don't have true friends, although they are, again, all online. You keep two distinct friend groups, one as Remiem and one as Meimer, and work hard to make sure they never intersect. The former group knows you as you really are, although they have no idea you're behind Meimer- you even go so far as to alter the color of your text. To them you are cynical, a pessimist, quick to point out the flaws in other's plans and to laugh at their failures. You say it like you see it, make crude jokes, and don't give a damn who insults you- the opposite of dainty and delicate Meimer. Sometimes you worry that someone will fall for Remiem, and you'll have no idea how to handle it; sometimes you worry that Meimer is all anyone will ever fall for, and Remiem will be all alone.

Argh, that's not nice to think about. Should we do the customary interest sweep? While most of your time is taken up by your ruse, you do enjoy painting, and rolling in your pile of caegars. You have a collection of "cute" things, mostly scalemates and fiduspawn plushies and other stuff like that, and for some perverse reason you enjoy keeping a list of every personal detail your true friends reveal about themselves. You don't really know why you do that! Perhaps it's an effort to make them more than simple trolltags on a program. Your blood is... well, honestly, you have no goddamn idea if it's jade or simply green, and whether this lets you walk in the sun or not. You call it jade, since it makes people more interested in Meimer, but you don't particularly feel like stepping out into the sun any time soon.

Your trolltag for Meimer is ambrosiaAnguine, and while in her persona you p*u*t little smilies in y*o**u*r text, heeheehee! *u*
However, your 'true' trolltag is abattoirAvarice, and you DOUBLE YOUR aaS, MaaKING CONVERaaTION WITH YOU aa BIT HaaRD TO REaaD, BUT YOU HONESTLY DON'T GIVE THaaT MUCH OF aa SHIT. HaaHaaHaa!

**Insani** · 07-24-2011, 02:29 AM

Remake of my second fantroll.

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>Be the crazy girl who bakes cookies

okay!! HEHE

Your name is Pranta Pitker, and you have relatively low blood color. You are an extremely cheerful girl, although you are quite insane. Your insanity is feared by most of your acquaintances, as you tend to act extremely irrationally, and are actually quite dangerous. You have a love for murdering other trolls, which borders on fetishistic.

Your interests include baking cookies, filling said cookies with explosives, drawing horribly and fashion. You are very good at baking cookies, especially when you don't fill them with a variety of extremely volatile explosives. You're not sure why you do that, you suppose it's because it combines your two favorite things: baked goods and explosives. You also enjoy killing trolls with your CLEAVERKIND specibus, you enjoy seeing the blood, perhaps even, tasting it?

However, volatile baked goods do not make very effective weapons. They may be humorous to use, but when you don't want to fuck around, you use your CLEAVERKIND specibus. You enjoy chopping up trolls with your CLEAVER, you throw their bodies out in front of your hive when you're done with them, which serves as a warning to most trolls.

You also happen to be one of the few trolls who appreciates fashion. That being said, you only have an eye for red or orange outfits. Nobody'll ever catch you wearing a horrendous color like blue, green, or purple. What ugly colors!!! You hate them! Why would anyone wear such horrendous colors?!

As said before you are dangerously insane. Your insanity intimidates many trolls, especially due to the fact that you carry a bag of explosive baked goods as your weaponry. Even to those that don't find your explosive baked goods OR your insanity intimidating, the bodies littered around your hive do the trick nicely. But the trolls who ignore all that tend to lose their lives rather quickly.

Your specibus is BAKEDGOODSKIND, which allows you to equip various baked goods. You usually just use your explosive cookies. They happen to be dangerous in the hands of a skilled troll such as yourself. You are EXTREMELY accurate with your cookies. However, as said before, Cookies are a limited weapon. You prefer using CLEAVERKIND, not only are cleavers more effective, they're also a lot more fun to murder with.

Your psychic power allows you to consume the lives of badly injured trolls. Rather, you're able to collect the lifespans of badly injured trolls, although at the point at which you can absorb their remaining lifespans, their injuries short it to a small amount of time. Still, you must say lives are rather... delicious.

You live in a small jungle community, where you sell your amazing cookies. Although you use explosive-stuffed cookies as weaponry, most people in your community know that when not extremely volatile, they are probably the best on Alternia. You're not fucking joking. However, due to everyone being afraid of you, and the fact that you enjoy selling explosive cookies to people and watching the baked goods blow up in their faces, nobody really buys any of them.

The community you live in is relatively unknown, although there are records on it, the common troll doesn't even know it exists. Most of the inhabitants are more or less peaceful, which is why your dangerous insanity hasn't gotten you culled yet. Even if someone were to try, you're not exactly weak!

Your Lusus is a wonderful creature who knows how to cook wonderfully! In fact, she taught you how to cook! She happens to look like a cross between an ogre and a insectibeast, but you love her anyway. She was probably the only reason you're as joyful as you are, and not any more dangerous than you are now.

Your Modus is the TARGET PRACTICE modus, every time you want to retrieve an item, a target is created a fair distance away from you. Due to your intense marksmanship skills, you are able to easily hit the targets.

As said before, you love fashion, and spend a lot of your time cleaning your three red outfits or your two orange ones. You also spend your free time finding new recipes that improve upon previous ones, whether in volatility or in taste.

Your trolltag is gigglingPsychopath and you tend to hehehe type in aan inssaane, creepy waay.... you tend to taalk with aa certaain, terrifying glee..

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Sorry for such a long post, kind of went all out there.

**Alyss** · 07-24-2011, 03:18 AM

>Be the almost emperor.

Your name is KARALIS PAENE, and emphasis on "almost".

Around six sweeps ago, you were a pampered goody-two-shoes prince wiggler of three sweeps, living the great life of luxury and having the definition of hemospectral superiority flowing through your veins. Sure, you'd get plenty of problems from your blood, like people trying to assassinate you so they could get that much close to their title as ruler, but your lusus managed to take care of them just fine. Your title as Emperor had been so close, you could almost taste it. Mere sweeps away you were, that is, until some snot-nosed brat managed to scramble her way out of the trial caverns. Her blood had been the most supreme, the purest tyrian purple a troll could even hope to look at. The bitch. What was her name again? Fairy Pixies? Agh, whatever. Once the news came in that you were no longer Heir to the throne, you pulled out of the Nautical Aristocracy, enraged. You figured you'd wait for her silly ass to get murdered, from what you've heard about her, she didn't seem too... Aggressive.

She isn't dead yet.

The sweeps slipped away from you, and you became more and more angry and bitter about the subject. Seeing propaganda posters of your picture labeled as "The New Face of The Alternian Empire" ripped off and replaced. Gradually, you donned more anti-establishment view on things, and took on a bad-boy persona, along with becoming an alcoholic. Or so it seemed. After you managed to assemble a proper four-person band, with you as the guitar player (and arguably the leader), the facade vanished, at least in their eyes. To your fans, you were Karalis Paene, rogue revolutionary sea-dweller that could identify with the lower castes. As for the poor, unfortunate souls known as Roxina Morado, Manate Unmei, and Esperanza Curina, you are Karalis Paene, the physically and emotionally abusive, hemoloyal asshole.

Aside from being a terrible person, you have many interests. For as long as you can remember, you've had an intense love for Alternian Philosophy. When you were younger, you kept a journal full of quotes from various famous Troll Greek and Roman philosophers, like Soctrolles, or Troll Cicero. You're interest in it now isn't nearly as strong as it used to be, and you've lost the journal log ago. Though, you have an interest in warfare that's stayed mostly the same. You used to play strategy games with a blueblooded friend of yours, but the two of you have lost contact. He was always more of a thinker when it came to that, while you liked to just throw out man-power everywhere.

This last one is more of a secret interest, since you'd lose just about anything and everything that even resembled a reputation. You study wwhite science magic. Which, is would be the equivalent to Black Magic in Troll culture. You've bought several books concerning them, both fiction and non fiction, hidden away in a secret compartment back at your humongous hive. You've even made a legitimate replica of a magic wand, and also own the wandKind strife specibus. Which no one knows about. You are absolutely certain that you will take this shameful secret with you to the place of your death. Absolutely.

In sharp contrast to how you once were, you are very competitive and aggressive. No matter what you do, you have to come out on top, by any means necessary. Sometimes, you force people into games, just so you can prove to them you aren't a total failure to all of Alternia. ...Err, right, aggression. Your personal philosophy is that any problem can be solved with liquor and beating the shit out of people. Which, is okay on Alternia, but you're just the ind of person who takes it too far, even by Troll standards, and is in desperate need of a good moirail. You also make a habit of taking advantage of those dumb enough the get close to you, and you've hurt, or have at least legitimately tried to hurt, every person who knows you past the point of being an acquaintance. It's a complete miracle you haven't managed to alienate everyone, but you suppose they expect behavior from someone with such an intimidating blood color. Speaking of blood color, you are hemoloyal to an almost ridiculous extent, and you feel the need to be the dominant one in all group situations. It goes without saying that you have a huge superiority complex concerning your royalty troubles, and the subconscious feeling of "Whoops, looks like you juust weren't good enough!" in the back of your thinkpan. Of course, you ignore any thoughts of attempting to, you know, get over it, insisting that you don't care about not being Emperor. But you do.

Your lusus is a huge Alternian Fighting Fish, and it used to be a hassle keeping it under control so it won't fuck everyone's shit up. As a wiggler though, you sort of admired how it intimidated people, even if it's fins were extravagant and frilly. You named him Ivan, and you learned many things from him. Whether these be beneficial to you, is a totally different story. But now, he's like a glorified attack woofbeast. Some people try and shoot for you rather than the empress, and your dear old lusus seems to be good at keeping away unsavory persons from your home. Though, while on land, you pride yourself in being able to hold your own with your superb scepterKind, and you're hardly a stranger from brawls. You'd win more many more fights, if you weren't totally hammered half the time when starting them.

Your trollTag is rejectedPrince and you have a fliqpy way of qronouncin some consonants. why? because you fuckin want to, diqshit

tl:dr:

**Azrkal Navris** · 07-24-2011, 05:20 AM

(sprite coming soon)

>Be the aloof troll.

Your name is [COLOR="rgb(0, 66, 37)"] Azrkal Navris.[/color] You are quiet and pensive most of the time. It is rather difficult to put you off as your general mellowness is a force to be reckoned with, but it is not impossible to push your buttons, it’s just... unlikely. However, you weren’t always this way; despite your calm exterior the past has provided some proverbial (and quite possibly a few tangible) skeletons for your closet. But thankfully your emotions are quite under control now. Let’s hope they stay that way, for your sake as well as others.

Your trollTag is imperfectReflection and your intrests include ART, ENGINEERING, and even occasionally RP. (NOT FLARP)

Name: Azrkal Navris
Title: Rogue of Heart
Age: 9.23 sweeps (20 human years)
Caste: [COLOR="rgb(0, 66, 37)"]Racing Green #004225[/COLOR]
Screen Name: [COLOR="rgb(0, 66, 37)"]imperfectReflection[/color]
Typing Style:[COLOR="rgb(0, 66, 37)"] <4> IT’S noT all That Special. There are a Few leTTerS That yoU capiTalize no maTTer whaT and The preFix iS The nUmber oF leTTerS yoU incorrecTly capiTalized leTTerS. [/color]
Symbol:

Strife Specibi: Wrench-kind
Planet: Land of Urns and Mirrors

Social

Lusus: TOAD

♥: None currently

♦: None Currently

♠: None currently

♣: None currently

>Examine Self.
IR: <4> SUre, iF yoU really wanT.
You wear a black pinstripe suit jacket, that you are never without, over your dark jade shirt with your blood colored symbol. Your pants are the same dark shade of jade as the base of your shirt, your shoes are basic black work boots, and as far as your hair goes, it’s spiked into a human hairstyle you grew attached to called a “Mohawk”. All in all you are pretty plain other than your outlandish hair.

>Examine Hive.
IR: <4> Ummm Ok...
Your hive is extremely small. There are only 3 rooms, (4 if you count the hallway from your entrance) one for preparing meals, one for… erm a receptacle after your body is finished with said meals, and a respiteblock/guest entertaining area. The ceiling, floor, and walls are all shades of black. However there are colorful paintings hanging on the walls of varying sizes. You painted these yourself, hanging only your favorite type. They are abstract, color splatters and shading experiments with water based paints. They make no sense but are nonetheless interesting to look at.

>Examine Respiteblock.
Your respiteblock/living area is fairly uncluttered despite that it’s the majority of your hive. There is a book shelf, half full with books for ART TECHNIQUE and BUILDING AND ENGINEERING, the rest is taken up with neatly laid out art supplies for use with the nearby easel, with is rather small to accommodate the cramped space. There is also a small desk for your Husktop, and crammed in the corner and partitioned off from the rest of the room by a series of self constructed cloth walls, is your RECUPERACOON. Normally privacy isn’t that big or a deal for you, but your recuperacoon is a bit embarrassing. It is a compact, u- shaped tub just big enough to sit and recline in. Needless to say you look rather foolish with your legs hanging over the edge.

>Examine Lusus.

Your lusus is a toad... what more are you looking for? He’s more toad-like than lusus like actually. He never comes inside, then again you don’t think he’d fit anyway. Either way your lusus is even more aloof than you are; rarely showing interest in anything other than being a toad. You really have no idea how you survived with only him around.

>Allocate Strife Specibi.

Your strife specibi is a rather large and heavy wrench, normally it’s just for working on your projects but when push comes to shove, you use it to crack some skulls.

>Do Something Awesome.

In your opinion you don’t do anything overly awesome but you attempt to find something anyway. OH! You pull out a life size mechanical spider you built. Surely it’s small stature is at least slightly awesome...?

>Do Something Incredibly Silly.

Err... you don’t do silly.

>Examine Chumproll.

Why does that even matter? You don’t see how posting that would make a difference so you don’t.

>Be the Ancestor.

Your name is AZZMIRON NEVEEADO. Not much is known about you. You have no particularly famous incidents and your only established trait was being a mediator “on an astronomical level”... Whatever that means...

**Dragongirl30894** · 07-24-2011, 02:45 PM

-> Be that cute little fucker.

Your name is Mognin Soiciv, and you are indeed very cute. You're probably one of the cutest looking trolls of all Alternia. And you hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it from the bottom of your heart. Really, you fucking hate how you look. You're just look so goddamn cute, everyone wants to treat you like a wiggler! And the fact that you have a speech impediment that makes you 'tawk wike this', and thus sound like a wiggler, doesn't help at all. You're even shorter than most trolls, and look younger than 7 sweeps, your real age. It's fucking annoying. You tried wearing a wolf pelt to look more threatenning, but it didn't work, so now you just wear it when you feel like it. You used to have a kismesis, but he sent you a special virus he programmed himself that hacked into your Trollian and changed your quirk to mimick your speech impediment, and made it in a way that you couldn't change it back! That was the end of the line, and you killed him after that. So what if you lost the only quadrant you had, he crossed the line when he hacked your Trollian.

Yes, despite the fact you look utterly cute, and your frame is rather small, you're very strong. It's an almost unnatural strength, because you're not even muscular in the slightest (cute =/= muscular). Something to do with your genetics you guess. You've trained, and still train, making yourself strong so you could at least try to build up a reputation beyond 'that one cute guy over there', but unfortunately, it didn't work. At least now you can punch anyone that calls you cute in the face. Well, could, but again, that fucking kismesis made you lose your fistKind specibus. You hated the guy more than your looks, and that's saying something. He was just so... ugh. Calling you cute every single time he saw you, poking fun at you, at your size... You're even kind of glad he hacked your Trollian, then you got to kill him. Ah, that was the best night ever.

... Yeeeah, you think you have a problem. When you killed him it was as if you just... snapped. You went all the way over to his hive, and when you got there, even though you were completely exhausted from running all the way there, you killed him in the worst way you could think of, and then just passed out in the pool of blood. It was very gorey. And when you woke up with a migraine, you found out that your psychic power had been awakened. You can multiply the pain others are feeling, and they won't pass out from it while you're using your power. It's not useful at all to you, because you're no sadist! Well, sure, that one time you kinda were, but that was it! You swear!

...

Ugh, fine. From that night forward, you have to watch yourself, because as you found out, now whenever you get really really enraged, you go in a murderous rage and kill any living beings around you, animals, trolls, anything and everything (except for plants), before passing out after about an hour. It was in one of those raging near-blackouts that you ended up almost killing your lusus. It's such a nice lusus, a nice little white ferret, with four wine-colored eyes, all fluffy and stuff, that loves to drape around your shoulders, and named Duvet, but he was unlucky enough to be there on your shoulders when you went raging, and he was the first thing that got attacked. But thankfully it passed out before it actually died, so you moved on to other unlucky targets. When you got back, totally worried, it was almost dead, but you took care of him and he recovered! Now he's got a missing eye, but overall he's completely fine, and still just as loving as before the 'accident'.

But anyway, you've rambled enough about this little problem. Time to talk about your interests. One that was mentioned was your training. You always separate a part of the night, right before you go to sleep, to work out in the improvised gym you built with the materials of the forest close to your little hive, and train with your new swordKind specibus, also with dummies you built yourself, and your katana sword. Being even lower than redbloods has its issues. But anyway. With that, you've learned how to sew rather nicely, and build mechanisms, and you've actually taken a liking to it. So now you make your own clothes, also patching them up when they get ripped, and build little mechanisms made out of wood. You like carpentry too. Oh, and since you know how to build tiny little mechanisms, you make stuff like tiny catapults and little figures and other things, and use those to create stories, painting them with whatever you can get, usually blood from animals and things like that. You rarely write them down, and make them on the fly, but they're still really fun to you.

When interacting with others, you usually try to be polite and friendly, because, well, pretty much everyone else is higher than you. But whenever someone calls you cute, you get really angry, but always try to control yourself, which results in you getting cold toward the troll you're talking to until you calm down. Sometimes though, you just lose your shit and turn aggressive until they apologize, and if they don't, you tend to ragequit the chat and block the troll so you don't go in a rampage. This has been working fine so far, but it makes the process of making friends a little complicated. You you have a few good friends despite that. If they call you cute, you don't get as angry, but still hate it. And sometimes you might just be caught daydreaming about your fantasy stories, or a new little mechanism, or something completely different. You actually have a little sketchbook where you draw diagrams of devices you imagine, but can't really build. Yeah, you're somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades.

You have the Hammerspace Modus for a fetch modus. It's like the Array Modus, but it has the same carrying capacity as the Wallet Modus, and that's just what you need, because, in lack of a better place to keep them, you store your little wooden figures and gadgets, your materials for sewing, for carpentry, and many other things, in your sylladex when you're not using them. It's probably the safest place to store them, because your hive doesn't even have enough room for all your shit. There are a few things that stay out, but it's just a few. When you talk to your friends over Trollian, you use the tag of captivatingCompetence, and you fucking hate uw quiwk.

**Katrika** · 07-24-2011, 06:22 PM

(REVAMPED PROFILE)

>Be the amoral one

Your name is FERESA TILIKU, and you’re kind of strange. For one thing, you don’t really have a HIVE. Well, you do. You just never use it. Your DOLPHIN lusus and her POD are always on the move, with you maybe looping back to your hive ONCE A SWEEP. This, of course, means you’ve only been there about SEVEN times. As such, you travel light, wearing only a swimsuit and packing your sylladex with RECUPERACOONS.

Your greatest love in life is GOLD. You suppose it’s rather an impractical obsession for a travelling troll such as yourself. After all, it doesn’t really do anything. It’s too soft to make tools with, and too heavy to transport in large amounts. All it really does is LOOK PRETTY, but it turns out, THAT’S ENOUGH FOR YOU. You have vast (in your opinion) stashes of gold hidden away all along your migritory route, and are always seen wearing various pieces of gold jewelery. Since gold is so HEAVY, your arms and legs have gotten rather STRONG to compensate.

You’ve been SCHOOLFED, of course, just like every other troll, but you’ve managed to retain a sense of INNOCENCE and NAIVETE as you grew older. This has quite a lot to do with your minimal contact with other trolls. You didn’t have a TROLLIAN DEVICE, so online friends were out, and you moved around enough to NOT KEEP MANY SEADWELLER FRIENDS. This resulted in you turning to more SIMPLE methods of entertainment, such as RACING YOUR LUSUS, PLAYING IN SEAWEED, RAIDING SHIPWRECKS FOR GOLD, and DROWNING LANDDWELLERS.

You were raised by dolphins, after all.

You’ve recently decided to finally SETTLE DOWN in your hive, aquiring FURNISHINGS and a GRUBTOP from empty seadweller hives nearby. You plan to slowly COLLECT YOUR HIDDEN GOLD and bring it back to you, and maybe MAKE SOME FRIENDS.

Your trolltag is boisterousCetacean and you have the ten’den’cy to in’clude clicks when you talk or type.

**Luna_Cat16** · 07-24-2011, 07:15 PM

>Be the troll acteur

Your name is MAYHEW GALLER, and you are destined to become the greatest of troll acteurs ever. Why acteur and not actor? Because it sounds dramatic, that's why! You have a burning passion for theater and all things dramatic. After all, your ancestor was a very famous theater performer. At least you think he's your ancestor (He's not). Either way, drama is your life and you are most willing to follow it. You even have a hive worthy of a proper acteur, and it's on the beach, and there's even a pool in the back. Said pool is a complete waste because the water is right in front of you, but you don't care, it makes you look like the rich highblood you are. To keep up with your practices, you act all of the time, especially to your friends! You act as if you're not a total weirdo and have actual confidence! Okay. The truth is, you're incredibly insecure. You hide your true interests from all you know because you're afraid they'll rebuke you. You were taunted incessantly by your fellow royalty at quite a young age, and it's left an impression on you. However, if you were to ever reveal your true interests, it would be found that you absolutely love Prehistoric Scalebeasts. They are the most awesome things ever. In your spare time you occasionally go on RP memos with an alt handle and roleplay as one, but you've found less and less time to do that lately. You also love to draw, though your art is incredibly shitty, but you deny it completely. Your favorite TV show is Criminal Think Pans, and you even have a few posters to show for it, though they're usually hidden in the closet.

Your lusus is, to be honest, completely and absolutely psychotic. It is in the form of a bipedal albatross-like creature, but the ends of its wings have three, long, sharp claws on them. You have no idea why it chose you instead of eating you, especially since it is not an aquatic creature, but you think that it might have mistaken you for a subjuggulator, considering that you have fairly low blood for a seadweller. Unfortunately, unlike many of your seadwelling brethren or any of the subjuggulators, you are very weak and thus unable to properly contain your mad lusus, so you keep it locked up in a room on the bottom floor of your hive. The fact that it is excited by the mere noise of footsteps has caused you to install a rug over the bottom floor so it won't hear you walking towards the door to feed it and strike out, possibly killing you. However, this means that if it escapes you can't hear it either. It has only gotten out two times though. One time it made its way into your room and ruined everything, and we'll talk about the second time later. However, that one escape led you to be terrified of it, and you stay up late at night, jumping at every squawk it makes. You do not know your custodian's gender, nor do you wish to find out.

As appropriate to an acteur such as yourself, you love to FLARP. Well, you used to at least. However, many of your acquaintances never seemed to enjoy having you around. While you were completely oblivious of it, they hated the way you always directed the outcomes of battles and changed things around whenever you were losing. Of course, you knew that was the only thing to be done! You were chronicling your performances so you could record them into a script about the tales of your ancestor. You couldn't lose unless you had to! Then came that day. That day you stopped FLARPing. It was a team battle, and you were about to strike down the leader from behind, one of their teammates got you from behind and crushed your leg completely.

Four things emerged from this incident: One, you hate singing. You despise, loathe, and revile the act of singing. Any sort of singing gets you into a huge fit, though music is okay. Why might this be? Because the troll who attacked you was in teaining to become sort of pop star and sung all the time. You hope she realizes that no one would ever let a lowblood like her into the business and crush her dreams forever, making her bitter and depressed, eventually leading to her committing suicide in the most gruesome way possble--Oh dear, you're ranting again. Second, you were crippled for life and left with a pretty bad limp. You don't know anyone with robotics skills, and you didn't want your whole leg amputated, so you decided to just live with the pain. Unfortunately this means that about most of your imagined roles, including that of your ancestor, went out the window. Oh and did you mention that the cane you use is probably posessed? Yup. You're certain you can hear it whispering to you when you're alone. Ugh you hate that thing, but if you get rid of it your moirail will most certainly kill you. She's a bit pushy when it comes to gifts. Third, your lusus escaped again while you were recovering. This time, in your weakened state, you were unable to subdue him quickly, and he gave you a good slash over one of your eyes, blinding you there, before he went down, and he broke the darn 'i' key off of your computer. Stup/d b/rd. You tried to get it fixed, but for some reason the repairman said it was fine, which it was most obviously not, since your i's are always / marks. Since he was a lowblood, you decided to feed him to your lusus. Fourth, you got addicted to sopor due to your pain.

You have a very strange mutation that led to said addiction. It isn't really anything to be culled over, but it sucks. You are excessively sensitive to sopor slime. This means that sleeping in a whole vat of it would be fatal, even if normal trolls do it every night. And so you have to dilute your recuperacoon with water, until it is at a level that won't destroy your insides. You also put a small bit into your pool outside, so if you're not feeling good you can have a swim and calm down. Of course, this sensitivity also means that you can get addicted to it much more easily than anyone else. Of course, you'd never eat a whole pie of the stuff unlike some idiots, nor do you want to go into the land of MiRaClEs. Instead you use it when the pain in your leg starts to get unbearable, or when you need to calm down. You just simply take a little lick and feel better, that's all. Nothing more. You have most definitely not filled your flushed quadrant with slime. Totally not. Totally...You tend to very defensive over this issue. Luckily for you it isn't exactly something to get culled over, so while you would be against other trolls finding out about your liking for the stuff, you aren't exactly paranoid about keeping it a secret. Besides, your friends have found that your lightly slime-filled pool is actually very relaxing and fun to swim in.

Speaking of friends...Your view on the Hemospectrum isn't too strict, despite your status as royalty. Of course, you act like it's the most important thing in the world due to you being afraid that the other highbloods will find you weird for your view, but in reality you quite honestly don't care too much. You understand the usual things like lowbloods having manners towards their higherblooded brethren, but you won't really make them bow down to you. You're just a troll that gets annoyed at a lot of people. You hate overly optimistic attitudes, SINGING, angsty idiots, SINGING, obnoxious brats, SINGING, bad writers, SINGING and a whole other things that could make the list go on forever. The fact that you're almost always in pain might be another reason you get annoyed so easily, but you usually deny that you're in pain in the first place so you deny that as well. Your view on the spectrum isn't as well-guarded as your true interests, however, so if someone manages to get past your initially pretentious attitude they can find that you're aren't that much of a jerk. Well, you still are but not as much as before. You have even managed to find a good moirail, who is so far the only one who you have revealed many of your interests to, but you only contact her when you need her. Otherwise you have very high expectations for your quadrants, and while you have millions of dear fans (hardly any) you must reject their advances, for they most certainly do not qualify for any of your quadrants (the only fans you have are very desperate lowbloods). But you are certain you will find someone. Someday.

Your fetch modus is set on Performance, which requires you to act out a random scene that the system made up. The quality of the item you want to retrieve depends on how well you act, though if you do a bad enough job then it won't give you the item at all. Sometimes, if the performance is good enough, it will give you a freebie retrieval, which gives you a choice to either perform the scene given to you or use the freebie to get the item without hassle. You tend to use the freebies when the performance requires you to not be crippled. You used to use 1x3swordkind, which was rather useless in most situations but still pretty cool. After that little incident you now use canekind, which you are actually much better at, but you are quite ashamed of it so you usually call it something cool instead, like demonicrelickind. It's still somehwat accurate, after all! You can swear the thing tried to kill you in your sleep! Honest!

Your trolltag is thespianEgotism and you ATTEMPT to speak...*dramat/cally*, but the broken / key makes /t *rather*...d/ff/cult.

Imma just dump this huge thing here~

**Prixel** · 07-24-2011, 10:38 PM

Your wriggle-name is Delphi Enred. You are just a bit over seven sweeps old. Most of those where spent living in Rural areas. You used to keep an entourage of friends nearby, and you miss some of them dearly, but you`d never admit it. In the end , some of them fulfilled their purpose. Keeping you alive. Some of them didn`t, and you haven`t talked since. You are a manipulating person, without long term goals. You go places, you meet people, but you always consider youself #1. You don`t always have a longterm plan, as you find it much easier to just deal with what`s happening now. This can be both positive, and negative. You`re best on the spot, with that one decisioned. You will take that decision, no matter the future risk. You`ll work on it when you get there.

You are spontaneously prone to boredom. During these times you indulge yourself in a variety of card games. These aren`t your average grubbling games however, you use these to train you slight omnipresent psychic sight. This is an ability you`ve manifested since your second sweep. Try as you might, your natural abilities remain weak by themselves ; you may naturally get a glimpse of something in the immediate future at best. This has lead to your current Strife Specibus, Playing cards.
Their use is simple ; pick a card, any card. The higher the suit is ( S>H>D>C ), combined with the number itself, will manifest itself into an object or weapon of varying power. Your powers manifest themselves best in situations of pure luck and chance. The more chaotic and random a scenario is, the better you can predict it. This means if you actually bothered to plot ahead more than a day, you could predict alternate timelines to a startling pinpoint. You`d never waste yourself in such frivolous activities though. never.
{{ In case you didn`t understand any of that...}}

This has the obvious downside of course, in situations others will normally see easily. You find the tables are turned, and you`re caught in the open, unable to predict anything. Your better judgement gets you. You can only predict pure chance, and even then, It is more a feel than a prophecy. This is why you try not to think about the future, this is why you do your best to do something risky and un-advisable. Do something random, and it makes the future more complicated. This makes it difficult for others to predict. Making it easier for you.

You are manipulating and decieving. You`d gladly sacrifice one of your `friends` to tip the chances into chaos. You would rather abuse people than befriend them. The few friends you do keep, you use as a safety net. When you are in trouble, you are likely to do something utterly random, just to see what it will do. Making it easier to see the past and immediate future.
Your lusus happens to be a Giant Python. You where raised in the Rural Rainforest to attack and take the chance of the moment. After gaining your slight powers, you found it considerately easier to locate an opportune moment. Your lusus has a startling tendency to attack you, and try to eat you. It`s backstabbing, doesn`t think, and doesn`t plot. It manipulates, and attacks at the moment. It`s a lot like you, and you are like it. This only makes you both more dangerous and unstable.

You and your lusus lived most of your lives in a heavily shrouded forest on a rural part of Alternia. You hunted, and you deceived. You learned from your lusus and your prey. Life quickly because predictable for you though, and the more predictable a place is, the less predictable it is for you. You moved to a more cultured part of the world, sampling both new friends and enemies. Always on that one different path, to mix up the chances. You had gathered quite a consort of followers at at one point, but you`d rather not get into that.

Your fetch Modus is a Deception Modus, but you refer to it as your `Magic Modus`. It simply involves picking the right card for the item. Of course you`re nearly always right. Why? A magician never reveals her tricks.

You usually spend your time, moving place to place. You`re always keeping an eye out on something utterly random you can do. To `Phase myself out of the luck-chance continuum ` you refer it. You`ll chat, and meet new trolls. If they`re lucky, they`ll leave with all their good and limbs with them.

You don`t consider yourself a bad person, and you`ll gladly do whats `right` if you are sure you have no idea if you`ll survive. Your methods are unorthodox, but unique. If you find yourself in the perfect storm of chaos and confusion, you`ll find you cant take down giants. If you`re at a moment where everything is clear and predictable, you`ll find yourself lost and weak. That`s when people start dying. Just to mix the chances up a bit.

Your trolltag is spitefulScorpion [SS] and you m^y come be a bit me^n at first, but y*u`ll quickly make amends.

**Cliff_Racer** · 07-25-2011, 01:23 AM

>be the mean one

^^ I'll hAve You ^^ know I Am ^^ onlY condescending MosT ^^ of The Time! ^^

You are PRAMIA LARBRE.

You are currently standing in your HIVE, if it can be called that. It's really just a bunch of STONE RUINS, probably some sort of SHRINE surrounded by a PRETTY DAMN THICK FOREST. It's so thick, light barely penetrates the CANOPY during the day. That leads you to be STAYING UP. You know the SUN is bad for you, so you just stay out of any SUNBEAMS. Staying SAFE has always been an issue for you. You've made MAKESHIFT ROOMS out of LARGE BRICKS, which work TO AN EXTENT. You leave the rest of your HOME DEFENSE to your LUSUS, whom will be discussed later.

In person, you tend to stick to your MANNERS, though can seem pretty COLD. You also tend to be CONDESCENDING towards LOWER BLOODS and a bit of a kissass to HIGHER BLOODS. The HEMOSPECTRUM is a beautiful thing, for you. Your LUSUS, a MAJESTIC ANTLERBEAST, reinforces that behaviour. And spars with you. You stay at TIP-TOP SHAPE thanks to him. And you stay ALIVE thanks to him. He defends your recuperacoon from MALICIOUS CRITTERS AND/OR TROLLS while you sleep.

Your INTRESTS include romance and horror novels, treekeeping, nature and long moonlit walks in meadows. It is also to be noted that you are rather good at the cello. Additionally, your symbol is an alchemical symbol for wood. You are incredibly scared of fire.

You strife with spearKind, and have plenty of wooden spears ready to throw, jab and impale with.

Your fetch modus is set to Shrine. As long as you face the direction of your shrinehive, you can retrieve items. If your shrinehive was destroyed, you would not be able to retrieve items until it is at least partially rebuilt.

Your trollian tag is arrhythmicDruid and you ^^ Keep The foresT ^^ close bY. You ^^ know, in hearT. ^^

TL;DR

**Insani** · 07-25-2011, 02:42 AM

>Be the RADDEST DU- I MEAN CHICK SORRY

==[-[-fuckss y34h!-]-]==

Your name is Verina Radits, you're 9 sweeps old, you're a seadweller, and you don't give a shit. You're the raddest piece of trash on this end of the hemospectrum, but you don't care. You're almost royalty, but you don't give a shit. You don't really give a shit about anything. Life's much too boring for you to give a shit over it.

Your interests include... well, you don't really have any interests anymore. There's no thrills to be found anywhere for you. You spend most of your time talking to your internet acquaintances, chilling, and tending to your lusus.

Your lusus is a large rock-cyclops. He's gigantic, and extremely powerful in battle. Lately, he's been rather annoyed with you and your... uninteresting life, but before, when your life was much more exciting, he and you would go hunting together, and he would train you in combat.

Your specibus is SIDEARMKIND, which lets you use small guns, such as pistols and revolvers. You currently use the CRACK SHOT, a legendary weapon used by your ancestor, who was a thrill seeker, like you once were. You... don't like to talk about her. You obtained it in one of your flarping campaigns, back when you flarped for thrills.

Your modus is the CRACK SHOT modus, which engages a western-style shootout by creating cowboy-styled dolls. You're really good with your side arms, so you easily beat the dolls in their silly little shootout game.

Now then, about your past life. You used to be quite a thrill seeker, doing anything you could to get thrills. You were much more excitable back then. Robbery, skydiving, driving, fraud, impersonation, drinking, mass murder.

That's right. Mass Murder. A few sweeps ago, you were getting bored with skydiving and extreme sports in general, so you decided to do something new. Through the time span of a month, you single handedly killed over two dozen lowbloods in a mass murdering campaign. Ultimately, nobody cared, and you disguised yourself well enough that the only people who found out were high enough on the hemospectrum to know that lowbloods are useless anyway.

That isn't to say you hate lowbloods. You don't really give a shit about blood color, you only targeted lowbloods because you knew nobody would really care if a seadweller killed some low-bloods. You appreciate the luxuries of your blood, but other than that you don't really care about blood.

Half a sweep ago, you were an active flarper, and quite good at it too. You were legendary for your aiming skills and general prowess as a MARKSDAME. However, as you plowed through the ranks of flarping, eventually you hit the highest rank possible, and there you were, bored again. With no more challenge in it, you left flarping for good, and proceeded into the state you are in now. Bored and discontent, with nothing much to do.

You've killed a few lowbloods, tried extreme sports again, even some more flarping, but nothing can really give you that adrenaline rush anymore, you've completely run out of things to do, so you just sit around in your hive, completely bored, waiting for the day when you reach ten sweeps, so that you can maybe join the wars or something. You basically talk to people over the internet all day, hoping to find some trolls to fill your red and black quadrants.

Your hive is a massive structure that's inland. You find the sea to actually be quite boring, you much prefer land, wind in your hair, grass at your feet. Your hive is a majestic castle, colorful and all. It's pretty cool, and useful too. Especially back when you used to kidnap lowbloods for... later usage.

Your trolltag is raddestAppearance and you ==[-[-typ3 1n 4 r4d fuck1nn w4y, c4ptur1nn ssom3 of th3 3xc1t3m3nt you f3lt 1n your younn3r y34rss.-]-]==

**Pootporri** · 07-25-2011, 08:14 AM

>Be the Convict.

You are now the Convict.

>Be the Convict with the Little Sprite.
Oh. Okay.

Your name is ANTIST ENTORI, and you are a CONVICT. You would LIKE to think you are a convict that is cool, rebelly, and inspires people. Instead, you are a convict that is lame, failed a big job, and got a nice scar to show for it. It's... kind of a touchy subject. We'll get to that later. You are a BROWNBLOOD. Hue 24, to be exact. This places you at the near bottom of the HEMOSPECTRUM. You're pretty OK with that. You are also 9 SWEEPS OLD. This, you are not so okay with.

Infact, you would much rather stay YOUNG. Your AGE is the reason you were sent to the TRIALS in the first place. You'll start at the beginning.

One night, you were feeling wistful. You see, POETRY is a thing you do often. It's something you like to think about, sit under one of the ALTERNIAN MOONS, relax, and contemplate the ins and outs of your society. Your mind, racing as it had many times before, had come upon a thought. One about romance. Then, it had dawned upon you. It was your WRIGGLING DAY, you see. You were at a ripe 9 SWEEPS OLD. With age, comes responsibility. One of the responsibilities of your culture is to find a MATESPRIT and a KISMESIS come the drones. You had found neither. Nor had you found anyone to even contemplate furthering your lifespan; even if by a little bit. Without a MATESPRIT and a KISMESIS, you would not make it into the FLEET. You would die by the hand of a DRONE. That said, this thought bothered you.

This thought had sent you into a rabid state of mind. It was a double bladed sword, if you will. Sure, you could try and find a MATESPRIT and a KISMESIS, but what would that make you? Forcing yourself into something just to maintain survival? Sure, you would SURVIVE, but you would be UNHAPPY. The thought simply made you queasy. What is a troll, that though survived, was unhappy that he did? A mockery of one, at that. And if you weren't to survive? Well, that'd just make you DEAD. You sought to come up with a remedy for this. One that would both make you HAPPY and allow you to SURVIVE. You sought to kill an IMPERIAL DRONE.

In retrospect, it was a dumb goal. Who were you, a lowly BROWNBLOOD, to attempt to cull the thing that maintained a society of homicidal, slaughterous, lethal, bloodthirsty trolls? Not strong enough, that's for sure. Though, you were not in the right of mind at the time, if it weren't blatantly obvious. Back to the story.

One night, you had seen an IMPERIAL DRONE, going to collect the incestuous fluids of your kind. You had hid among the SHADOWS. At the very least, you would like to think you did. Right up until you were DISCOVERED. The IMPERIAL DRONE had simply cast a look in your direction. To sum it up, you attacked. This was a very, very bad move on your behalf. To start, you tried to attack him with a BROOM.

You don't really know what you were thinking when you tried to attack an IMPERIAL CULLER with a BROOM. You were IGNORANT. In return, the DRONE had defended itself, leaving you with a ghastly looking scar across your stomach. In some weird strike of LUCK, you were able to escape with your intestines intact. Just barely, but they were there. If you had anything of a looser grip, you might've been dead. Moving on.

It wasn't long after that you were CAUGHT. Because you know, getting away with that kind of shit isn't easy. Nor is trying to attack a drone with a broom. Hell, trying to kill a normal TROLL with a broom isn't easy. You don't really remember why you chose that specibus. On a more on topic note, you were going to be sent to TRIALS to be EXECUTED. A pair of special HANDCUFFS were slapped on you, attaching you to another troll. One that you hate. So much.

Her name is VIMAND VIGORR, and you won't go into it much other than she's LOUD, she's everything you HATE, and she's fucking PSYCHOTIC. This however, didn't stray your determination to STAY ALIVE. You knew that if you were to go to TRIALS, you'd DIE. Therefore, you concluded that you wouldn't go to the TRIALS. Simple as that.

Even though she is loud, she was what you had to work with. Going back to the handcuffs, they are not literally HANDCUFFS, per say. They're more of PROXIMITY DETECTORS. Kind of like being on HIVE ARREST. Not that you'd know anything about that. Point is, if you get far enough away from your partner, then you explode. OVERDRAMATIC, you know. But, you don't like exploding just as much as you don't like IMPERIAL DRONES. So you escaped together, in some weird stretch of LUCK that you had come across in the entire process.

Which brings you to now. You are still ALIVE, miraculously, though you still have that horrendous HANDCUFF on. You really would rather not tinker with something that could possibly end whatever stretch of lifespan you still have left. So, you keep it on. And, you keep at a close distance to VIMAND. This all, of course, is a very embarrassing thing to repeat. Because frankly, attacking a DRONE in a blind hormone induced rage because no one wanted to get within 10 feet of your bulge and failing HORRENDOUSLY isn't something you really want on your resume.

Onforth, to less embarassing and more conventional things. Just because you are a BROWNBLOOD on the run doesn't mean you don't respect the HEMOSPECTRUM. You, infact, FOLLOW it. You know, other than for BLUEBLOODS. You have no respect for BLUEBLOODS whatsoever, being ultimately chained to that psychotic wench has an effect on you after a while. It's hard to look a BLUEBLOOD straight in the eye anymore. You're okay with any other blood, even holding your tongue and following orders from time to time. You follow natural order, dislike seadwellers, and understand that there are people higher on the HEMOSPECTRUM than you for a reason. All in all, all is well.

Romance, however, is not so okay. Because of the previously mentioned INCIDENT, you detest romance with a passion. That is to say, BLACK and RED. You can't help but think there's no reason to it, and ultimately the only thing that leads trolls into their most important quadrants is the PRESSURE. Y'kno. Of DYING. Plus, er, no one has really showed INTEREST in you anyway. Not that you know of.

Like any other TROLL, you have a few HOBBIES as well. Though, you've picked up a few more INTERESTING hobbies since you got attacked. Wait, no, er, you got that wrong. Since you screwed everything up. Yeah.

You like READING, for one. Your books tend to stray toward your other HOBBY, which is LOCKPICKING. It is a skill you were lucky enough to take up before you got locked up. Mainly because it helped you ESCAPE. That doesn't mean you only like sharpening your LOCKPICKING skills though. You like studying PSYCHOLOGY as well. How people's minds work. Suffice to say you really fucking SUCK at it. But hey, room to improve.

There is another HOBBY you have kept as well, though it has changed a bit. You still like writing about ROMANCE. ROMANCE, however, in a fashion that doesn't involve DRONES. Kind of like a utopian world, where TROLLS are free to LOVE and HATE without the constant fear of being CULLED. Too bad that'll never happen, though. You can dream, though, right? You can dream?

Right. Er. Lost a bit of self control there. Moving on. Being a fugitive chained to someone means that you can't really stay at your own HIVE. So you stay at hers. Y'kno, VIMAND's. It's alright, enough space to ACCOMODATE you, you suppose. Though, it's better that you guys don't stick around too often, since a hive is somewhere that's going to be blatantly obvious to find you guys at. You do however, keep a few things there. Those things would be your COLLECTIONS.

You collect peculiar things, some have SYMBOLISM, some are just fun to play with. One of those things are CHINESE ALTERNIAN FINGER HOLDS. They're fun to play with. That's just about it. Another thing you collect is HANDCUFFS. They're the standard kind, very unlike your own and actually feature a CHAIN. You like to practice LOCKPICKING on them, in a small hope that someday you might just gain the SKILL to tinker with your HANDCUFF enough to break it open without, er, exploding. It's a goal. As stated before, you collect BOOKS for entertainment and hopefully to further your skill. To further this whole theme, you collect PAPERCLIPS and BOBBY PINS as well. For obvious reasons.

Though it may seem like you are great and amazing and all that jazz, you are kind of an ASSHOLE. Okay no, you're not really great or amazing and you don't seem like it either. Infact, most of the time, you're quiet. A bad word and you could risk being CULLED. Sure, you could just try and be NICE, but you don't have the mental strength or ability to do so. So you just don't try. Though, when people push your buttons far enough, you will flip your shit. You can't help it. You respect the hemospectrum and all, but when it comes to it, your RAGE knows no bounds.

On the subject of your PERSONALITY, there are a few things that can tick you off. For one, a lock you can't get. Two, DRONES. FUCK DRONES. FUCK DRONES AND FUCK THE BUCKETS THEY RODE IN WITH. Ahem. Three, anyone from the government. Four, being restrained. And five? Exploding.

You dislike exploding.

That isn't to say you explode too often. It just doesn't seem like too hot of a concept.

Anyhow. Another odd quirk about you is your POWER. You have one, though it is extremely DILUTED. It only has a full effect on REDBLOODS, and even then, it doesn't particularly last long. You can PARALYZE people. Well, REDBLOODS. You get the point. It's kind of shitty, INDIGOBLOODS would only feel a small tickle, and you can't effect SEADWELLERS at all. To BLUEBLOODS, it may be slightly debilitating, but that's all. It's good for annoying the everliving shit out of VIMAND, though. That's all you really need to sleep sound at day.

Speaking of the crazy bitch, she's effected your LUSUS as well. Your LUSUS is a PITBULL. That is to say, a PITBULL with gigantic HORNS and a BULL-LIKE tail. He's also bald. Aforementioned, because of the girl you're handcuffed to. She has a thing with shaving people and lusii. Don't ask, because you don't fucking know. It's weird, and at times you fear for the hair on your own head at day. Aside from looking like an eldritch abomination, your lusus is pretty cool. His favorite food is MUSCLEBEAST LARD. Don't ask why. He takes rather good care of you as well, even though he's only as tall as your thighs.

Your modus is LOCKPICK. In order to get an item out of it, you have to deal with a CAPTCHALOCKED card, which you must try to unlock to get the item out. The bigger importance the item has, the harder it is to try to get it out.

Your trolltag is rabblingRevolutionary. Attimes + Youkeep + Yourwords + Intactand + Composed. When you get angry, though? ALL- -CAPS- -AND- -YOU- -CURSE- -A- -SHITTON.

***Spoiled*** · 07-25-2011, 01:08 PM

>Be the fire girl

Success!

Your name is SILVESTRA ARTEMIS. You are 5.08 alternian sweeps, equivelant to 11 years. You are very HYPER, and your symbol is a VESTA ⚶.

You are known to be very good with COMPUTERS and PROGRAMMING. You have an ability to CONTROL AND SUMMON FIRE, a skill shared by your LUSUS. She is an ass, with kind eyes of a woman and very protective of you. All animals are your friends. Though you can't understand them, they seem to understand you. You enjoy engaging in ONLINE ROLEPLAYING, but aren't really interested in EXTREME ROLEPLAYING.

You have a fascination with ROBOTS AND ELECTRONICS OF ALL KINDS. You try somtimes to build them, but never really have the time.

You really love DRAWING and are REALLY GOOD AT IT, as well as FIGURING OUT WEBSITES.

You play various ONLINE GAMES and are an ACTIVE MEMBER ON SOME FORUMS. You are also REALLY GOOD AT MATH AND SPELLING, due to your high IQ.

Your trolltag is vesterianFlame and you speak with absolutely perphect grammar except with your odd habit oph replacing.. Um.. You can't remember. Best leave it be, kind phriend.

**PrussianMoose** · 07-25-2011, 07:01 PM

>Be the sarcastic bitch who smiles too much.

hey! thats pretty fucking mean, you know? im crying here!!!!!!!

>Be the bothersome over hopeful dim-wit.

muchch better................ hey wait-

You are ABRENE PHISIA and you're a troll with a BRIGHTER OUTLOOK ON LIFE THAN MOST.

Ironically you're also the troll who can barely be in drenched in BRIGHT for any extended period of time. It's a curse you've lived with since you were very young. Because of this your eyesight is incredibly sensitive, one side of your face more-so than the other, at least... it was very more sensitive until it was burned out during a foolish glance at a sunrise. That morning you lost all sense of perception.

All of these reasons combined (and more!) are why you stick to the shadows... it doesn't help that you're also a bit of a burglar.

You're a scavenger, because of your LOW PLACE ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM the opportunities for you to make money are very low. A typical meal time for you is dumpster diving behind any of the local eateries or dragging a four-wheeled-motor-powered-device slaughtered corpses back to your hive, which is DEEP BELOW THE ROOTS OF A LARGE TREE nestled in a long forgotten cavern. It really is pure luck that you stumbled upon it as a wriggler. What's also lucky is your BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE FREAKING WORLD lives so close! Your close proximity is actually how you two met!

You figure you must have used up all your luck in that instance, because luck really hasn't found you since. You note that every time a good thing happens to you at least two bad things happen. In that aspect your life is thrown horribly out of whack. But that's okay, you like to think that someday the scales might shift in your favor! You do exploit the fact that your misfortune comes in pairs though, you get yourself in trouble several times to before you feel comfortable enough to commit to a heist. You get beaten up, but the payload is good so who cares.

As you live under a tree you also live in a forest. Go figure, a tree in a forest.... crazy huh? You keep a large amount of SMALL SHINY OBJECTS down there, if a highblood were ever to find your stash or catch you in the act of removing one of their "sparklies" you would probably be culled on the spot. It's not like it stops you from doing it, and it's not like it stops your sneaky Racoon lusus from encouraging you. You guys make a pretty good team when your luck is running high. Oddly enough if you were to SELL THEM you would make a HUGE PROFIT, but you and your lusus are not wise in the ways of buying and selling. You really just do it because you like the shimmer.

If you were ever to play a DUMB GAME you would be the Thief of Voice in the Land of Rooftops and Shadows.
Your Weapon kind is Crowbarkind (you also may or maynot use it to break into other people's hives at night)
You're 7.5 sweeps old.
You use the breaking and entering modus.
Your Troll tag is assertiveShadow and you speak with a really obnoxiousch schpechch impediment and a mouth like a sailor!!!!!!

**Overlard** · 07-25-2011, 07:01 PM

>Be the lazy slob.

Hey! .....Well, I guess it's true. S[]metimes. But c[]me []n!

>Be the slacker

Alright, that's much better.

You are now HADIVO BERRIN, you are 8 SWEEPS old, an ORANGE BLOOD (#e67028), and my god can you slack off.

What do I mean? I mean you PROCRASTINATE and try to WEASEL OUT OF any work that gets assigned to you. Other trolls may get on your case about it, but fuck them. You don't want to do boring things like 'work'. You'd rather do fun things! Like sleeping! You LOVE to sleep. It's so peaceful and nice. When you're in a recuperacoon at least. There's lots of things you like really. None of them WORKING. You could honestly say doing NOTHING would be more fun than WORKING.

That's not to say you DON'T WORK whatsoever. You do have a few things you have to do to earn money after all. It's not like you can coast by without doing so! You take care of a few CLUCKBEASTS in fact. It's actually really irritating to do so. They insist on mucking up their coop as often as possible so that you have to clean it out every few nights. Plus they have a nasty habit of DYING whenever they feel like it. Very irritating. Sometimes you mow the large amount of YARD you have. That generally requires a large WHIRLING DEVICE attached to the back of FOUR WHEELED FARMING MACHINE. Or a TRACTOR, if you want to be all snooty. This generally takes FOREVER (Read: 2 hours) and it bores you to tears. And you can NEVER mow it all perfectly right either. Ugh! It's pretty obvious you don't like doing either of these things, both of which your lusus forces you to do. You try to WEASEL out of it as much as possible.

You don't really think much about the hemospectrum. You KNOW it's there, and DO respect high bloods, but you're no fanatic about it. Although you don't enjoy getting ordered around one bit. Mostly because that involves having to do some form of work, ugh.

In fact, WEASELING OUT OF THINGS has become a bit of an art for you! You can usually squirm your way out of doing anything others want you to do, which is valuable skill. Especially when a high blood tries to order you around. Doesn't really matter what it is. You can totally get out of doing it. It has nothing at all to do with a POWER you may or may not have. Oh wait. You don't have one. Oh well.

Speaking of weasels, that's what your lusus is! A weasel! He tries to get you to work a lot, but you try to weasel out of it. Ba dum tsshhh. Sometimes you think he does it to get you to practice your skills, but he also likes to yell at you a lot when you slack off. What's his deal? Whatever the case, he has a pretty fierce temper, so you DO have to work sometimes, if only to calm him down.

Your hive is perfectly fitting for an orange blood. It's a bit small though. But you have enough stuff in your rooms to get by. You keep your PILES OF PILLOWS around to relax in. You really don't get trolls who keep piles of sharp or hard things laying around. You also like to decorate your walls with POSTERS of your favorite AUTHORS! Sometimes you play SCARY VIDEO GAMES, but they don't ever unnerve you. Strange, considering some of those things scare the living nightlights out of other trolls. The one thing you do fear would probably be having some really painful gruesome death. Which isn't all that strange, but it's currently your only confirmed fear.

As for your hive location, it's in a rather empty forest. Just a few harmless animals wandering around. Sometimes you get the odd snake-beast or some such, but you tend to ignore them and they ignore you. It's actually quite peaceful in the daytime, so getting sleep is pretty nice. A few other trolls do live around here though. That's how you know your BEST FRIEND! You two totally live close enough to know each other. It's really quite nice. You got your sarcastic abilities from her, but you only put them on display for your friends, and most of all with her.

As long we're on the topic of other trolls, let's discuss how exactly you handle quadrants. 'Handle' would actually be a misnomer, more like 'fumble'. Although you would like to think you're charming, you're also pretty sure you're godawful looking and thus would never attract another troll. Alas. You're currently procrastinating about handling this issue of having nobody in your quadrants as long as you can. That's not to say you would refuse one right now, it's just that you're not going to be actively looking for any. But you really really HOPE that you get a great RIVAL and an awesome 'SPRIT. You don't seem to acquire crushes of either black or red very easily either, so this is can be a bit of a roadblock. Heck, you'd probably have problems feeling pale for someone too! Enough about relationship stuff though, nobody really cares that much about your personal life.

Your interests include, SLEEPING, READING, SLACKING OFF, and collecting PILES OF PILLOWY MATERIAL. This would seem lame to most other trolls. Mostly because they are totally lame hobbies. Though to be fair you also like to surf ONLINE a lot. Your Weaseldad yells at you for that too. Mostly because it's what you do instead of working. Oh well. You also like the RAIN when it arrives. It's so nice and peaceful. This leads into your symbol...

Your symbol stands for rain clouds and good future prospects. You guess you do have some good prospects, IF you ever stop slacking off. Which is highly unlikely. Well there's still plenty of time left for life to beat that lesson into you.

Your strife specibus is set to rakeKind. You mostly use it to clean out said CLUCKBEAST coop. It gets really filthy in there. And quite smelly. So smelly that you've gotten pretty used to ignoring horrid smells. A handy trait if there ever was one. The rake you actually use is one of those small metal ones, not the big ones for collecting leaves into piles.

Your fetch modus is set to SLACKER. The modus tries to get you to do some work, and you need to try and weasel out of it. You've gotten pretty good at it, but sometimes it can throw you some curve balls with its insistence on making you work. In fact, its stubbornness depends on the value of the item you're trying to retrieve.

If you ever played some sort of game involving lands and titles you would be known as the Duke of Hope (LAME) in the land of Coral and Chains.

Your trolltag is enthusiasticSlacker and you Keep s[]me fluffy material []n hand at all times.

TL;DR

**crash826** · 07-25-2011, 07:41 PM

> Be the psycho therapist

yöü ädd€d ä späc€ th€r€. dön't thïnk Ï dïdn't nötïc€, büddy! =|8P

> Be the psychotherapist

thät's ß€tt€r. =|8)

Your name is AHDCHI LIZALL. You are a TERRIBLE THERAPIST.

Not that you'd ever call yourself that. In fact, you consider yourself an INCREDIBLE THERAPIST. After all, you almost always get your victims- er, patients- to confront and deal with their issues, right?

Yes, but they have a tendency to be grievously injured in the process.

But we'll get to that in a bit.

Firstly we must consider your INTERESTS. You are a big fan of ROLLERBLADING, and wear ROLLER SKATES constantly. Your not inconsiderable HIVE has its areas linked by tracks that you can ride, and always DO, as well as ARENAS and TRACKS for the purposes of ROLLERBLADING. You use your talent in order to CIRCUMNAVIGATE the islands around you and to find TROLLS for your... er... "THERAPY". Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is even RLLRBLADEKIND, allowing you to attack with your SHARPENED WHEELS.

You also enjoy the rather unsavory habit of SOPOR CONSUMPTION, making your eyes bloodshot and ugly- to conceal this to ACQUAINTANCES, at ROLLER DERBIES and when sending PICTURES to people, you wear a variety of colorful types of SUNGLASSES, usually mirrored. The ones you wear currently show off another of your interests- you're a TROLL ANGLOPHILE, and enjoy the culture and class within TROLL BRITAIN. The fact that you live NOWHERE NEAR Troll Britain has no effect on you. Particularly you are infatuated with the SURREALISTS of Troll Britain, in writing and in art. The fact that you're pretty damn indigo and that you're not inconsiderable in funds, coupled with your love of the SURREAL, means that your hive has become some sort of HELLISH CHOCOLATEY DREAMSCAPE or something, full of RANDOM SHIT YOU ORDERED OFF OF GRUBTUBE from people who are possibly HIGHER ON GOOD DAYS THAN YOU EVER HAVE BEEN. GIANT CAKES, LESS GIANT CAKES, RAILS and GEARS, CHAINS AND TRAINS- essentially your hive is ONE GIANT FEVER DREAM, interspersed with ROLLERBLADING EQUIPMENT.

Your third interest is ROBOTICS, and you're ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD at it- despite being STONED AS HELL, you produce stuff that can take a hit and bring one. They generally LOOK like robots a stoner would make, though; with the stuff you leave in the rib cages of the things, combined with horns that look like CHAT EMOTES and EYES MADE WHITE AND NOT RED OR YELLOWY, and generally they end up looking like something made up while on drugs, which is what they are.

But when you're doing your THERAPY, your robots are DEAD SERIOUS.

The process is simple. You get to know a troll, through chat or in reality. You hire someone to spy on them (you know a guy), find out their innermost secrets. You stay off the slime and you focus (albeit in a demented way), you think, and you compile a psychological profile of the troll in question.

When they get there, you HYPNOTIZE them. You ask of them their darkest secrets in detail, and record them studiously. Then when they wake up, they're waiting for themselves.

You created a robot duplicate of them. You sent it to get a skin substitute covering (you know another guy), a blood substitute (you know yet another guy), and some assorted clothing in themes, generally creepy as hell (you know your moirail). Now you lock down your FRIEND in your HIVE, taking care to ensure you're not RECOGNIZED as the mastermind in the scheme, and LET THEM LOOSE with your robot. Your remote controlled robot duplicate of them. With speech capabilities. You use your remote operations, along with your intimate knowledge of their psyche which you built over months and with your HYPNOSIS, and taunt them mercilessly, mock them and- when they reject your machine and inevitably attack or run- assault them. You hit, use tools and mechanisms within the hive, and always allow your foe to win, although not uninjured. Then they come back, bruised and bloody, and you feign ignorance about it, act shocked, heal their wounds, tend to them for a bit, then send them home. You imagine that this symbolic overcoming of their own issues allows them to truly overcome their flaws and succeed in their lives forever afterward.

In other words, you're an IDIOT and a PSYCHO.

Your trolltag is surrealTherapeutics and yöü äcc€nt h€ävily tö ält€r öth€rs' p€rc€ptiön öf yöü. =|8P

TL;DR

Name: Ahdchi Lizall
Trolltag: surrealTheraputics
Blood color: 8147DC
Personality: Cheerful enough usually. Psychotic on the inside. Convinced of own justification in all actions.
Ancestor: the famous ANNIHILYSISILATOR, Troll Freud.
Strife Specibi: Uses rllrbladeKind for combat, pendulumKind for hypnotizing victims.
Fetch Modus: 13 Arcana Modus- Each card represents an aspect of a troll's life- to withdraw a card, one must act in the way the card represents. I.E. One must speak of their matesprit/kismesis, or dwell on red/black feelings, to withdraw from The Lovers card.

**cadiumIndigo** · 07-25-2011, 08:04 PM

==>Be the bruised bug-hermit

<thanks poot
Your name is Muscah Diptra, and to be quite honest you're a bit of a recluse, but you won't hold that against yourself.

Your interest is somewhat appealing. You're a 'tinkerer' as you like to put it, making random gadgets and doodads that come to mind. Even your strife specibus consists of special swatters you've made. The problem is you happen to have lots of creative blocks, which tend to be incredibly annoying and stressfull. Luckily you've managed to make a few friends who give you ideas, and quite frankly find what you do astonishing. Sadly your habit of going into long techno-babble rants tends to leave those friends going derpface. You should probably work on that.

Being the blue-blood that you are, your hive should be in a nice kind of location and castle-like to suit your greatness right? Nope. You ended up having your hive in a marsh, and rather than building up it's built out, remaining a single story hive, but hey it works right? Besides, having a hive in the marsh better suits your royal fly lusus in terms of her breeding cycle, a cycle witch brought you many flykin, although really they're just flies who didn't leave after maturing. You don't mind though, they make good company. Speaking of the marsh, you have spent good amounts of your time searching through it's murky nooks and crannies, seeing what you can unearth. Sadly you mostly find dead or broken things. Shame.

Oh, although this may not be important, you tend to injure yourself alot. You're not sure if it's because of random fights you occasionally get into, or from your tinkering, but you always seem to have numerous bruises covering your body. Most of them you don't even remember getting. Maybe that bump you got as a wiggler has something to do with it.. nah it's probably not important.

Your trollTag is beelzebubsContusions and You tend to zzpeak like gnat of your luzzuzz, a litte buggy

**Rai-CH** · 07-26-2011, 05:32 AM

>Be the gossipy bookworm.

Your name is SHIDEH TEAGUE and you are a bit of a GOSSIP. You may seem like a normal troll at first, but there is definitely something ODD about you. And there’s literally no way for you to FORGET IT.

To put it simply, you have a PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY. You are unsure as to whether it is a POWER or MUTATION, but you EMBRACE this ability wholeheartedly. You are very STUDIOUS, nothing satisfies you more than LEARNING ABOUT THE WORLD AROUND YOU. Whether it’s the Arts, Science, History or even Astrology, if it’s NON-FICTION, you’ll read it. This is where your fantastic memory comes in handy; you can EASILY RECALL ANYTHING YOU’VE READ. Despite that, you still crave MORE KNOWLEDGE. You won’t rest until you have read every book you can find. You aspire to become a part of the LIBRARLIMINATORS, the fearsome bookkeepers of the ALTERNIAN ARMY.

Your ability to recall information is also handy in your other joy in life: BLACKMAIL. You are quite the gossip, and enjoying discovering other trolls’ DIRTY SECRETS. The more humiliating, the BETTER. You use these secrets in order to gain AUTHORITY over another troll. Lowblood giving you sass? Remind them about the time they got roaring drunk and fell off a roof. Another troll wants to fight you? Just politely help them remember their last humiliating loss. Of course, this tactic won’t work unless you’ve actually SEEN the event, or HEARD IT FROM ANOTHER TROLL. You’re not a mind reader, after all.

In order to help discover this information about other trolls, you tend to try and LULL THEM INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY, or using REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY to trick them into revealing their dark secrets. Often you will tell them that you’ll reveal something about yourself if they do, but you always tell them LIES. You’re not giving away all your SECRETS to just any random troll.

You are a BLUEBLOOD, and you are a HEMOLOYALIST. Despite what your outward appearance may say, you CANNOT STAND ANYONE LOWER THAN YOU. If you weren’t busy COLLECTING INFORMATION, you wouldn’t touch a lowblood with a ten-foot pole. You are very COURTEOUS to other highbloods, but you won’t necessarily FOLLOW THEIR ORDERS. You prefer to have full AUTHORITY in any situation, and as a result can be very DEMANDING and STUBBORN.

You are quite CONSCIOUS of your appearance, especially because you want to live up to your CASTE. As a result, you tend to spend HOURS styling your hair and picking out the right outfit to wear. However, you wear the SAME THING every day, because FASHION IS STUPID. At least you have multiple pairs of stockings, skirts and turtleneck sweaters. Along with your READING GLASSES, your general appearance makes you look quite SCHOLARLY.

If the need to fight another troll arises, you use the CHAINSAWKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS. What, were you expecting something more PROPER, like a BOOK or SABRE? No, you like the chainsaw’s destructive tendencies, not to mention the BEAUTIFUL noise it makes when using it. It’s MUSIC TO YOUR EARS.

Your lusus is a GIANT MOTH. You are QUITE CLOSE with her, even if she does try to eat your clothes. Fortunately, you are quite the SEAMSTRESS, or at least you know how to patch up clothes. But then again, who needs to when you’re LOADED? Being a blueblood has its PERKS. Your lusus is also large enough for you to RIDE, and boy do you enjoy that. Sometimes when you’re exhausted from all that information-getting or reading, your lusus takes you out flying through the area around your hive.

Your hive is situated in the FOREST. There is nothing particularly special about your hive, apart from your ENORMOUS COLLECTION OF BOOKS. It’s practically a LIBRARY in there. You have read each book at least once too. Like most bluebloods, your hive looks like a CASTLE. Your RESPITEBLOCK lies in one of its SPIRES, overlooking the TREETOPS. It is quite a lovely view.

Your trolltag is studiousPatrician and [you sp3ak qu1t3 cl3arly.]

>SHIDEH: Remove your glasses.

tl;dr

**Flamerider64** · 07-26-2011, 07:07 AM

Revamped profile. Was due a revamp for like, forever.

> Be the... uhh... troll I guess

Yeah you'd be pretty stumped to describe yourself too.

> Oh, if you're cool with that, just be you then.

Yep, that's you, FUEGO DONOVHAN. You are the rising epitome of what a troll probably shouldn't be, FORGIVING and SENSITIVE. You feel all of life's problems are obstacles to be jumped over, not complained at; since you're an ORANGEBLOOD, this may or may not be a hard attitude to maintain and still live. Then again, you're NOT EXACTLY AFRAID TO DIE, you think you might have a good culling just coming simply for how pathetic you are.

But before that day comes, you just keep CRAWLING OUT OF TOUGH SITUATIONS with an uncanny streak of luck, or just because you are a shadow on the floor no one would give a toss about. You are NOT THE SOCIAL TYPE, by any means; time spent forever alone in your hive was spent WORKING ON HOBBIES, and if you've completely worked out a hobby and gotten bored of it, you get a new one. Your list stands strong as the more prominent of which being, as you tell people, PLANE FLYING, BIRD WATCHING, CHEMICAL STUDY and MECHANICS, maybe even seeping a little into robotics.

Well... "forever alone" is an exaggeration. You would never have seen it coming and thought it to be your death but you do indeed HAVE QUADRANTS FILLED. Well... you don't have a kismesis, but you'll work on it. Every night your brain virtually spins asking itself how you ever got a MATESPRIT, particularly this one: QWASI QUIPP, a pink-ish purple blooded seadweller you treat with LOVE and RESPECT, and tankerloads of forgiveness. You never knew a troll who cared for your existance more, except for your MOIRAIL; this is where things get a little odd.

AVA HORMABOLA knew you since you were a wiggler, and lets not kid around, you were, and still are of course, BORDERLINE AUTISTIC. Yes, that is a thing trolls have, this made you an ABSOLUTE TWIT as a young'un, but Ava made sure to at least put you somewhat right when she recieved you after your lusus mysteriously had the idea to come to her hive and drop you off. You DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A NAME until she took you in, and coined it from the phrase "Little Fire" she said in her own wierd language.

Your lusus is actually an interesting subject, it is a HERON, an average sized, majestic, and loyal. It is surprisingly open to other trolls, and gets into a lot of SILLY ANTICS. You can only imagine the life it had before it looked upon you as a little grub, and decided "imma raise that, caw :v". By public reaction, IT IS A GREAT LUSUS, trolls have envied you for having it even. Though you're a troll of HUMILITY, and don't really see the need to PROTEST or FLAUNT what one would have in that departement, because that's life.

You also have VISION THREEFOLD... which you cocked up and LOST IN A WELDING ACCIDENT, so now you've FORGOTTEN WHAT IT DOES. You wear those goggles because it looks ugly and you don't fancy people seeing it unless they want to. Well, that and you don't want it to happen again. You've had a THING FOR FIRE as a theme or motif; that's apparent sometimes. You can be a bit miffed you don't have Jade-blood and thus aren't able to withstand the sun, but eh, birthright, what are you gonna do?

You follow the hemospectrum with your CAREFUL MANNERS, though it's never really caused you much worry, except maybe when you attempt to persue a hatecrush. But besides that you'll just be a good little troll and follow orders. You may not be tough, but YOU ARE USEFUL. That SPEARKIND doesn't get a lot of use.
But besides all of the above, you're just the straight headed troll who sits in his hive all day, so you log plenty of time into Trollian.

Your trolltag is aviatingScorcher and you FLuctuAtE thE burning FLAMEs in your words.

Blood colour hex code: #F25800

And now surprise thing below.

**magtwysera** · 07-26-2011, 08:27 AM

==> Be the BTSDLB AU wriggler of indeterminate gender.

You're Limaax Molusk and 8 sweeps isn't that young.

Heck, you're going on the shuttle off Alternia tomorrow, and you're gonna have to take your slugodile Lusus with you. You're concerned that they'll put Nakity in with the sea dweller Lusi just because it likes water and have sent many e-mails requesting separate placement, with no response.

You hope you won't have to go near the sea dwellers to collect it. Nothing against the seadwellers personally, the ones you've spoken with online have been okay but...

You are a TELEPATH, you see, and your inability to read lowbloods minds is very unsettling to you. Indigo Bloods are similar, but at least Indigo Bloods can't become NINJAQUATICS except neither can sea dwellers because ninjaquatics are definitely not real and you should stop having nightmares about them.

Moving on.

You honestly haven't accomplished a whole hell of a lot in the 8 sweeps you've been alive, and hope this isn't going to keep up into adulthood. It's just that flarping doesn't interest you like it does everyone else, and it's bad enough when you HAVE to fight people. Or be near them at all, really.

You spend most of your time learning to cook, stargazing on the riverbank with Nakity, practicing card tricks, or speaking with others on trollian, where your username is ninjaPhobic. Or any other given number of hobbies you've managed to pick up while bored at home. You just do those four most often.

Despite growing up by a river you are a terrible swimmer, much to Nakity's disappointment. Many are the times where you've been minding your own business stargazing when it's popped out of the water and tried to drag you in with it. You know Nakity means well but there is no way you're getting in there. This has put a slight strain on your otherwise fairly comfortable relationship with your lusus.

When you DO have to fight, Nakity is a pretty important part of a strategy that consists of ' distract attacker with psychic abilities while Nakity sloooooowly moseys out of the riverbank.' Fighting is really not your strong suit, to the point of your strife specibus being cutlerykind because it makes getting stuff while cooking easier. That said, kitchen knives are rather handy in a fight.

You tend to speak wIth a strong focus on me, myself and EYE.

==> Be old Limaax

Working hir EYE thing in was the most awkward thing ever.

Name: Limaax Molusk
Trolltag: ninjaPhobic, or limaaxMolusk as hir official tag.
Age: 8/15
Blood/Text color: FFCC11
Lusus: Slugodile (Slug/Crocodile)
Strife Specibus: Cutlerykind/Brokenbottlekind
Symbol: Infinity
Quirk: Capitalises the letter I and makes the word I into EYE./ That plus brackets at the begining and end of posts, o's=0's, and letters are randomly dropped from the front of words due to shenanigans.

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