trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

**Gl1tch** · 08-21-2011, 11:52 AM

Your name is Concit Tafkap and you are 6 1/2 sweeps old.

Your interests include DISAPPROVING OF OTHER'S INTERESTS, and BEING MYSTERIOUS. You consider yourself to be WITTY, but when your molten burns fail to scathe your opponent's soft, soft skin, and they reply with any sort of retort, you get EMBARRASSINGLY DEFENSIVE. You've never cried though. You swear.

You don't have a sylladex, and instead you recruit followers to walk around and hand you things, which is to say, your fetch modus is GROUPIE KIND. If, god forbid, your groupies ever leave you, you'll just be unable to carry anything, but that's okay because you're fucking amazing that's why. You never allocated a Strife Specibus, preferring to skewer enemies on your magnificent NARWHAL HORN.

And it is a NARWHAL HORN. It doesn't matter that you are a LAND DWELLER, it is most definitely not a UNICORN HORN. No it is not.

Your lusus is SUPER DUPER EMBARRASSING so you never let it out ever. (It is a giant stupid hippo with bee fur. So embarrassing!) You instead tell people your luslus is a dralion, a hybrid between a dragon and an lion. This could never backfire ever.

Your shirt symbol is FITTINGLY MYSTERIOUS in that it holds NO MEANING WHATSOEVER. If you found out it belonged to anyone else, especially anyone weird, you'd be devastated. (It is the symbol for Artist Formerly Known as Prince).

Your trolltag is MagicallyDelicious, and you type in a [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 0)"]Somewhat egot1st1cal manner. Every1 agrees 1ts cool.[/COLOR]

**Smith** · 08-21-2011, 04:23 PM

The eyes are off. All the sprites have eyes closer to the right, because they're always angled that way. Shift the facial features over a bit.

**sablekat** · 08-21-2011, 05:14 PM

> Be the weird catfish lady.

Your name is ALYSSAE ICTALURUS.

You are Seven sweeps old. You seem pretty obsessed with both cats and fish alike, as shown by the NUMEROUS CAT DRAWINGS and FISH CORPSES mounted on your wall. Your hive resembles a large fishbowl, minus the water. Your fishbowl resides in the middle of a wasteland, where inside is the only green. You take care to water the lawn daily.

You're rather fidgety, you can't ever really stop your mind from wandering, whether it be positive or negative thoughts. You constantly glance around wildly and survey your surroundings, as if looking for something. You always seem on edge and this tends to scare people, so you don't have many relations. You are however, a heavy sleeper, and if you do manage to calm the hell down, you can sleep for a whole day. Usually rest can relax you a bit, but only for a little while, and then you're freaking out again. Why do you freak out so much? Well, because you have a freakish mutation, that's why! You're a lowblood with seadweller gills. They don't function, they're absolutely useless, but hell, they're there. So what do you do? If they find out, you'll be culled! You tape them to the side of your head and hide them under your thick, black curly hair. Despite how well you've got them hidden, it still puts you on edge. THAT is why you're so fidgety. You don't really have any goals yet, except you'd like to become an ARTIST. You love to draw, as you can tell from your wall covered in different colors.

You have a very secure, loving relationship with your catfish lusus, SIR REGINALD THE FIFTH. You take his bowl with you when you go outside, and he just kind of chills with you. Sometimes you take him out and hold him for short periods of time and snuggle your face up to his. If you're upset or something, you can always talk to him about it. He is your shoulder to cry on. He is the best lusus you could ever ask for.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is BOMBKIND, and you have alchemized your FAVORITE BOMBS with your COLOR CHANGING LAVA LAMP to create TRANCEBOMBS. Upon impact, you are blinded not only with a bright light of fastly changing colors, but you are also... well exploded on.

Your trolltag is pickleCatnip and right MEEEEEOOOOOWW yOu Only capitalizE thE lEttErs in thE wOrd MEOW! yOu alsO sOMEtiMEs say glub And cOd. You are the Guide of Stars.

tl;dr

**scintillatingMoniker** · 08-21-2011, 05:39 PM

I hate to nitpick, especially for a character who is incredibly well thought out and has some nice art, but... only purples can be seadwellers.

That said she is a mutant seadweller-who-can't-actually-dwell-in-the-sea so you could probably get away with it as just another mutation thing.

**sablekat** · 08-21-2011, 05:50 PM

Yeah, that's what it is. It's just a mutation, she's not really a sea dweller, people just look at her first glance and are really confused.

Sorry for any confusion! heheh.

**scintillatingMoniker** · 08-21-2011, 05:51 PM

That's fine! Just wanted to make sure.

**finepoint** · 08-21-2011, 05:55 PM

@sablekat curly haired fish lusus'd chicks represent!!
More thorough background info in the crit thread. I figure I should post it here as well.

>Be the bump on a log

Your name is MINAMI RISCHA and you believe you once had a floor.

While you don't live underwater like a respectable PURPLE BLOODED troll, you can't get enough of it! Your on-shore hive definitely reflects that, being littered with EMPTY WATER BOTTLES to a point that it hinders your walking. You have an affinity for the ORDERLY but can't seem to keep order in your own life, for you are INCREDIBLY LAZY. For now you've shaped a narrow path connecting your recuperacoon, your desk, and your door.
DECORATIVE NETS adorn your walls and clothing is strewn across every available surface. It's not unusual to receive compliments on your impeccable sense of style, but when you say your outfit was something you just had laying around, you mean it LITERALLY.

Visits from your LUNGFISH custodian are very frequent, as you share an AMPHIBIOUS LIFESTYLE which involves doing PRACTICALLY NOTHING. You two have a REASONABLY STABLE relationship although she thinks you should really ACT YOUR BLOOD-TYPE and behave in a more proper fashion...or at least clean up after yourself. Occasionally there are arguments over the occupation of the WASH CHAMBER seeing as you DEHYDRATE EASILY. There is nothing more enjoyable than a long bath.

Among the things that TICKLE YOUR FANCY is the game of CAT'S CRADLE; you can sure make a mean Jacob's Ladder! This may be the only time you ever move quickly.
You are also fascinated by MACRAME, and delight in creating patterned ROPE NETS modeled after your favourite THREE-ATOM MOLECULE(water). In addition to this, you are enamored by the PERIODIC TABLE OF ELEMENTS. The way individual particles of matter BIND TOGETHER to form complex structures (or explode...or fizzle...) makes elemental relations quite inspiring! In a way it reminds you of your own species' social dynamics.
You conduct mostly useless CH3MISTRY 3XP3RIM3NTS but in your indolent manner, you CARELESSLY DISREGARD the instructions and eventually gas up your entire RESPITEBLOCK. You USUALLY remember to open a window, but in the presence of all the REACTING CHEMICALS you sometimes fear an ACCIDENT.

The strife specibus most becoming of you is MACEKIND and your TABLE MODUS is a lot more trouble than it's worth (though you can't bear to part with it). You used to sort objects by WEIGHT until you realized you have to CAPTCHALOGUE A SCALE to use that setting, so you reconfigured your TABLE MODUS to sort objects by initials. Of course, items that have the same initials need to be renamed and it always ends in confusion when you CONSTANTLY FORGET what the initials stand for. When you CAN be bothered to remember, you keep a corresponding list of objects and initials on your OLD AND BUSTED, albeit MOSTLY WATERPROOF SNAPTOP. By "on" you mean taped DIRECTLY TO THE SCREEN for easy access. You have no need for a new SNAPTOP, this one still has most of the keys...Besides, where are you going to get another computer fashioned in the likes of a RED SNAPPER...

languidLepidosiren is your third and hopefully final trollian handle because you have a habit of forgetting your password, something you refuse to write down. Your words are...3XAGG3RAT3D...in...ton3...and...TI3D...tog3th3r ...with...the...3XC3SSIV3...us3...of...3LLIPS3S...

**Quincunx** · 08-21-2011, 06:14 PM

She'd certainly have to make an effort to hide it if she didn't want to be culled though.

**musecalCaprica** · 08-21-2011, 08:45 PM

>Be the lowblood engineer.

You are now Absens Sonitus you are 7.85 sweeps old and an accomplished ENGINEER. You have many INTERESTS aside from engineering such as performing in THEATER and drawing BLUEPRINTS. Often you build TOYS for your large BEAR lusus and PRACTICE BOTS every now and then to keep your skills in check. Being a lowblood you have the ability to psychically enhance your PHYSICAL STRENGTH which you find a little hard to measure making you QUITE dangerous to be around sometimes. Despite this you are not a VICIOUS troll unless someone one wants to challenge you. You consider yourself to be NICE and very pleasurable to be around.

You use the WEIGHT modus which stores LIGHT ITEMS on the top of a stack and HEAVY ITEMS on the bottom allowing you to chose from the top three items. Your strife specibus is WOODEN CLUB kind which results in many BROKEN CLUBS during practice. Your trolltag is strengthenedEngineer and You have tlouble plonuncing youl "R's".

**FIDUSPAWN** · 08-22-2011, 03:52 AM

Your name is CASSIO DANAUS.

You are Seven sweeps old and is an ASSISTANT ARCHAEOLOGIST. Your INTERESTS include learning about HISTORY and studying and collecting ARTIFACTS. Often you will go on ARCHAEOLOGICAL EXPEDITIONS througout the Alternian Wilderness with your Archaeologist teacher who also happens to be your YETI lusus. There are other trolls and lusus that go on these expeditions with you and your lusus but your consider one of the most important members since you have an ability which is consider unique.

Your ability is called PSYCHOMETRY which allows you to RELATE DETAILS about the PAST or FUTURE condition of an OBJECT or LOCATION, usually by being in close contact with it. Even though your low enough on the hemospectrum that your symbol was shoddily made by your culture, your NEVER ANGRY about anything and consider quite KIND since you truly enjoy your life and wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

You used the TOOL fetch modus which stores your items in a TOOLKIT FORMATION and allows you to take ONE ITEM at a time but you can only take a DIFFERENT ITEM out if you put the PREVIOUS ITEM back into the modus first. Your strife specibus is SPADEKIND which can be used as a WEAPON and for DIGGING up artifacts too. Your trolltag is diggingExcitement and you never capitalized your words.

**BenevolentDemon** · 08-22-2011, 04:06 PM

Your name is JAKITH HAYDUK. You let people shorten that to JAK or JACKIE if they want, you don't really care what others call you. Sometimes you even give out a FAKE NAME, just for fun. You don't really have a REASON for doing that, you just like LYING. It's often hard to get a STRAIGHT ANSWER out of you, even if what you're being asked doesn't even matter. You'll lie about STUPID LITTLE THINGS, like what shelf you keep your GRUBSAUCE on, or how old you are. Quite often, you make up FALSE PERSONAS with ELABORATE BACKSTORIES just so you can trick GULLIBLE TROLLS for your own AMUSEMENT. It's one of your favorite pastimes. You’re also a bit LAZY, rarely doing anything that requires you to get out of your DESK CHAIR unless there’s something in it for you.

You’re not the most ACTIVE TROLL, a bit SKINNY and GANGLY from LONG NIGHTS and SLEEPLESS DAYS of CODING, where you often forgot to EAT. You’ve never been short of CAEGARS, though, and you’ve never gone hungry for any reason but by your own CHOICE. You always manage to make ENDS MEET through the odd CODING or REPAIR JOB. If money gets a bit hard to come by, for one reason or another, you always manage to snatch a few CAEGARS from the unsuspecting VICTIM. You’re a fairly adept THIEF; you’re no CATBURGLAR , but you have ROOMY POCKETS and STICKY FINGERS, which is a rather UNFORTUNATE COMBINATION. You’ve gotten into a few SCRAPES over the sweeps, with trolls who couldn’t help noticing that you were carrying away their DINING TABLE. Your KLEPTOMANIACAL TENDENCIES, combined with your IRRITATING PERSONALITY has gotten you into quite a few FIGHTS, not all of which you have won. You have quite a few BATTLE SCARS, which you take quite a bit of PRIDE in. You’re a SURVIVOR, goddammit!

You have taken up quite a few HOBBIES to cure your BOREDOM over the sweeps. You tend to pick up and then lose interest in ACTIVITIES, but a few have stuck. For instance, you've done quite a bit of CODING for FLARP, mostly MONSTER and LEVEL DESIGN. You're quite good with COMPUTERS, and you've managed to make a few CAEGARS here and there fixing BROKEN MACHINERY and the like for your LOWBLOODED NEIGHBORS, and even the occasional HIGHBLOOD. The LOWBLOODS tend to pay with GOODS and SERVICES, as opposed to actual MONEY, so you much prefer working for HIGHBLOODS, even if they do tend to be COMPLETE ASSHOLES. You enjoy VIDEO GAMES, especially FANTASY RPGS, as well as any sort of game with GAMBLIGNANTS in it. You have something of a FASCINATION with GAMBLIGNANTS; something about the FREE and EXHILARATING LIFESTYLE just excites you. But, with your LOW BLOOD and COMPUTING BRILLIANCE, chances are you'll be assigned to dull position building BATTLESHIPS or producing CODES to take down the ENEMY'S COMMUNICATION HUBS or WHATEVER. Either way, you plan on deserting the FLEET as soon as you're recruited. You don’t know how you would go about becoming a DESERTER, but you’re sure you’ll be able to come up with some sort of PLAN when the time comes. A FLEET JOB like THAT would bore you to DEATH.

At least you’re not all that PSYCHICALLY GIFTED. You have a POWER, but not one that you think would be particularly USEFUL to the MILITARY, so at least you won’t be used as some sort of PSYCHIC BATTERY. You have the power to send TELEPATHIC MESSAGES to TROLLS on the LOWER SIDE of the HEMOSPECTRUM. It is, of course, useless on HIGHBLOODS. You often use it on your NEIGHBORS for one reason or another, usually just to MESS with their HEADS. It’s quite AMUSING, making the FUCKWADS you live near think they’re going INSANE.

It may not come as a surprise that you haven't gained many FRIENDS over the sweeps. Most of your ACQUAINTANCES are BUSINESS ASSOCIATES or TROLLS who, for one reason or another, want you DEAD, probably because they were the butt of one of your CRUELER PRACTICAL JOKES. Even more simply regard you with a MILD DISTASTE, as your PERSONALITY is SOMEWHAT OBNOXIOUS. You take almost NOTHING seriously, and your SENSE OF HUMOR is a bit IRRITATING at times. You have a fondness for DREADFUL NON-SEQUITURS and HORRIBLE PUNS, and the way you laugh at your own jokes can become a little GRATING. You really don’t care, though; it’s more for YOUR AMUSEMENT than THEIRS.

Your trolltag is apatheticAntagonist, and {y0urr v01ce c0mes 0ff as just a b1t rraspy, and y0u’rre always surre t0 adverrt1se y0urr c0d1ng experrt1se}

**misterFanboy** · 08-22-2011, 04:43 PM

(muahahahahaha repost like a boss)

WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SNAKES AUUUUGGGHHHHH

Your name is COATL ODNOR, and you are gifted with NOTHING. Talk about luck. You are 6 sweeps old and damn, you're sexy.
Your strife specibi are syringeKind and scalpelKind. Yeah, you're kinda a freak. Your interests include PLAYING WITH YOUR LUSUS, even if he broke your horns. You like TALKING TO RANDOM PEOPLE on Trollian, and also spying humans and seeing their lives. Your LUSUS is a GIGANTIC FURRY SNAKE. His tail is so strong he could break a guy's skull. That's how he broke your horns. You live in the SAVANNAH, and gog there are alot of dangerous creatures there. You don't like those creepy pale creatures named HUMANS. They are evil. EVIL.

Your trolltag is dangerousBite and you ~~~~● sspeak in a highly poissonouss manner

You are grumpy, and you're not really friendly. You are aware of this and you're searching for a moirail before you kill everyone.
Your FETCH MODUS is SECURITY CODE. For each item, you are given a code. You need to type it to retrieve the item.

LUSUS

tl;dr

oh, and i created his profile on Pesterchum. feel free to bother him/me.

**Dudemaster47** · 08-22-2011, 10:41 PM

>Be the empath with the zombie lusus

Your name is MURETA CHOROT and you aren't really all that outstanding in a lot of ways. You lack any sort of amazing psionic abilities, instead having the useless ability of EMPATHY.

Well, not regular empathy, obviously. Hyped up PSYCHIC EMPATHETIC LINKING ABILITIES or some shit. See, you can manipulate the emotions of another troll if you concentrate hard enough. Except...you aren't able to concentrate hard enough most of the time. Why? Well, you pick up on the emotions of whoever happens to be around you.

By pick up on, you mean you are pretty much forced to feel the emotions of everyone around you.

Which makes it REALLY FUCKING HARD TO CONCENTRATE HARD ENOUGH TO MANIPULATE OTHER'S EMOTIONS.

You can send feelings to others, though, although it's not direct control. More like a suggestion, really. That takes much less concentration.

Least you're not gonna be hooked up to a ship and throwing it with your mind.

ANYWAY.

Emotional bullshit aside, you are a SKILLED HACKER. Coding, security breaking, you're a regular ace when it comes to computing. You regularly mess with your friends whenever you get your hands on some new toy, be it a new hacking software, a game, whatever.

It's always funny. Always.

Until you start getting pissed at yourself because they're pissed at you.

Your lusus is one of the UNDEAD DAYSTALKERS who roam the deserts under the HARSH ALTERNIAN SUNLIGHT. Of course, you keep her chained up on the top of your hivestem, since YOU AREN'T LETTING HER FUCKING LOOSE. Instead, you feed her by hunting small animals.

Although, you do have to go out in the burning sunlight to feed her.

Every day.

FUN.

Thankfully, you managed to find a useful cloak with your symbol on it. Made of some special stuff, since it can protect you from the sun's rays. Makes the chores a lot easier. And it looks cool too.

Your fetch modus is the ENCRYPTION MODUS, one suited for your hacker abilities. Your specibus? scythekind.

~ATH(you liiike to talk wiiith your faaavorite code){
}EXECUTE(and you taaalk kinda slo+++owly to+++o){
}THIS.DIE(^0+++0^);

**Gunge** · 08-23-2011, 02:28 AM

Seeing some really good spriting lately!

@Gl1tch, I'd just use the normal sprite base if I were you. It's far easier to get right because you actually have examples, I've never seen that base used anywhere.

**misterFanboy** · 08-23-2011, 07:49 AM

Originally Posted by Gunge

Seeing some really good spriting lately!

@Gl1tch, I'd just use the normal sprite base if I were you. It's far easier to get right because you actually have examples, I've never seen that base used anywhere.

Am I a good spriter? I know I'm kinda awful at art (the only thing that looks good is the hair imo) but I would like some feedback :3

**magnetoHydroDynamics** · 08-23-2011, 12:04 PM

>Be the Condescending Prick
~Language!~
>Be the Ruthless Sailor
~Do remember that I outrank you. Disciplinary measures are not beneath me.~

Name: Nautilo Dakkarz
Age: 94 Sweeps
Blood Hue: 277° #682860
Symbol: Astrological Neptune
Title: Bane of Breath
Dream: None (Later revealed to be Prospit)
Feif: Land of Jovia and Clouds - LOJAC
Strife Specibii Portfolio: Bucklerkind, Spearkind, Hand->Handkind
Fetch Modus: Array
Handle: introspectiveSubmariner [IS]

Nautilo Dakkarz is a seadweller, young for his accomplishments. His blood is one of the lowest recorded as seadwelling, but that matters little to landdwellers.
He is in life an esteemed Admiraliquidator, and a clever strategist, commanding the hand-picked crew of a highly personalised Grand Submarine.
He has a crippling addiction to mind honey, but said addiction is also the cause of his incredible intellect and almost paranormal reasoning abilities, and mind honey is a relatively cheap substance to a seadweller.
He meets his death in a trap set up by The Summoner himself during the last weeks of the titular's rebellion, but turns the tables and takes The Summoner with him to a watery grave.
Because of his addiction to mind-altering substances, Nautilo finds himself haunting his sunken ship, and with his new found lifelessness he rebuilds his beloved submarine and sails the depths aimlessly for a few sweeps before reconfiguring the ship for interstellar travel.
His destination is, by the hand of destiny, a Troll colony, the first to have it's own Mother Grub. This world will in a few sweeps be destroyed by meteor strikes.
Once he enters the medium, he prototypes himself for a significant power-boost, and falls in flush with another player. After many game-related struggles and player-related quarrels he too God-tiers as the Bane of a Hundred Hands.

His main fighting style involves thrown whaling harpoons and hoplite shield techniques. His main gimmick is disembodied hands.

His Lusus was a large sea creature, with several tentacle appendages, three lupine heads and a woman's upper body. Capable of speech and higher thought, she named herself "Scylla" and served as mentor and friend of Nautilo until she was killed as collateral in his encounter with The Summoner.

He speeks ~In a certain melodic and wavy manner, and is fond of adding in oceans of maritime puns.~

**Psiberpunk** · 08-23-2011, 07:18 PM

==> Ask this troll his name.

You know what your own name is, and it's Jaqual Nizari.

You are NINE SWEEPS OLD and live in a rural hive not far from the DESERT. Few UNDEAD wander this far out, but you have your LUSUS and a small comraderie of HOWLBEASTS to alert you of them. You have been readying to become a MORTICATER, a preparer of dead bodies for funerals. Traditionally, Morticaters develop a keen sense of taste delicate enough to determine how and when a body was killed from a small... shall we say SAMPLING. You don't see why, but other trolls think this makes you a CANNIBAL. You are as unlikely to eat someone else as any troll you know. You have a RELAXED view of class structure largely because you know everyone ends up in the same state. DEAD.

You are PRETTY EASYGOING and spend a lot of your time playing around with your Howlbeast buddies, reading, or just sitting outside your hive. You absolutely HATE the ablution trap and the dreaded act of bathing and often forget to change clothes, leaving most of your attire worn and BLOODSPLATTERED. You also tend to chew on things when you're thinking, so there is a lot of wear on pretty much everything you own.

You enjoy STARING UP INTO THE NIGHT SKY, fooling around with your GUITAR, HUNTING with your lusus Canaibis, and collect various things you find on the EDGE OF THE DESERT. Rarely do you run into other trolls, more often HOWLBEASTS and dreaded VENOMBEASTS. You have a keen interest in THANATOLOGY and if more trolls lived near you, surely you would be happy to aid them into the AFTERLIFE. Because of your local rarified troll population, you largely communicate with others through your HUSKTOP or rare ventures into MORE POPULATED AREAS.

Should you engage in playing SGRUB, you would likely become the GUARD OF DAWN and venture through the LAND OF DUNES AND MIDNIGHT.

Your Fetch Modus is the SCALE, requiring you to exchange the contents of a card with RANDOM JUNK, often resulting in surprising finds.

You are quite good with your strife specibus of TOOTHKIND but have been practicing with GUITARKIND after nearly breaking your teeth (again) on a few carapaces.

Your trolltag is lastBites and you arre morre than usually agrreeable for a trroll.

**Belonoid Anoesis** · 08-24-2011, 08:46 AM

(Reposting like there's no end to profile fixes. :UU)

> Be the emeraldblood.

Your name is IRIXXA SILHAT. Some people call you ZETATROLL anyway, TROLLS OR NOT. That's quite rude, but it is mainly your symbol, so that can't be helped. Your blood color is *THIS EMERALD*, not *THE EMERALD GREEN* because if you had that neon-like blood color, you'd be a MISERABLE MUTANT.

You are 8 SWEEPS OLD and you feel FINE with such an AVERAGE BLOOD COLOR. Though, you are NOT VERY FOND of the BLOOD CASTE SYSTEM and think there are things to be fixed. Too bad expressing your dislike openly may cause BIG TROUBLES, so you only speak of this matter with SOMEONE YOU CAN TRUST. You are quite FRIENDLY and it's HARD TO HAVE YOUR PATIENCE LOST, but since Alternia is a HARSH planet, SELF DEFENSE is a NUMBER ONE IMPORTANCE and you are still prone to ending up MILDLY AGGRESSIVE during STRIFE, be it brawls or verbal punches.

Your FAVORITE PAST-TIME is WRITING. You are a hobbyist in that since you are NOT SURE if LITERATURE fits someone such as YOURSELF. Still, you enjoy writing fictions and you are GOOD at them. You also have a few more variety of INTERESTS, for instance, PLAYING VIDEO GAMES in your COMPUTER or sometimes your HUSKTOP, MUSIC and don't forget... uh... DRAWING. Unfortunately, you find ARGUMENTS completely annoying, but you'd rather face it than getting away.

You live in a SEASONAL MAINLAND and you have a COSY UNDERGROUND HIVE. For this reason, you have an alternate set of outfit in case of COLD CLIMATES or WEATHER.

Your LUSUS was a JAGUAR. Well, it's strange that her size is the EXACT of a real-life jaguar, but size doesn't matter as long as she could protect you from danger. You liked your lusus for the care she gave you and the ways she taught you. She is now no more, leaving you to fend yourself.

You own the scytheKind as your STRIFE SPECIBUS. If you ever play SGRUB, you are the ROGUE OF FATE and your land is the LAND OF SAVANNAH AND GRASS. Your FETCH MODUS is CARD DECKS in which you are given a set of cards with unknown content and you have to guess the correct card to get the item you want. You are the dreamer of PROSPIT. The consorts of your land are MYSTERIOUS BLACK HAWKS who like NATURE.

You go on TROLLIAN as jeweledMaiden and (-You have probl3ms with "E", so 3 mak3s up for it.-)

**hesperMonarch** · 08-24-2011, 10:08 AM

Your name is Eralda Zaitun, and you are 7 Sweeps Old.

And... uhhh... oh, right, you gotta introduce yourself. You kinda like,... reading from time to time? Aaand sleeping, but you're usually sticked to your computer so you either fall asleep there or is forced by your lusus. Anyway, you also like. Erm. Writing? Psh, just a bit. Nothing much.

Wow, you're a seriously boring troll, aren't you? Well you are, there's no doubt about it. Frankly, it'd be an exaggeration to say that your social graces actually exist, along with your confidence and self-stem, but you can't do much about it, now can you? A lot of people would tell you to be proud of the pigment that runs through your veins, but even thinking about something regarding blood or wounds makes you want to hide your head in your shirt. You just think of them as colors representing your place in social hierarchy. Not blood. Nope. What's blood? Hahaha.

This hemophobia of yours does not run alone, of course. Your list of fears is so long you could write a dictionary itself with all the colorful words it has. Which is many, just saying. You never, never go out just out of the pure fear of being culled out of nowhere, and having Jade blood doesn't help at all. You've heard it's really rare, and that it warrants the protection and adoption of a Mothergrub herself! Buuut you kind of just think your kind of blood was of a different kind and didn't actually need it, that's why you got some kind of huge turtle as Lusus instead. But hey, you don't mind, she's quite nice. You have some bad habits you got from her, though.

But hey, just because you're some kind of asocial and coward monster, doesn't mean you just go through life dealing with everything and being oblivious to everything around you, no. You have your likes and obsessions, along with things you utterly dislike and nearly hate. But it's a bit complicated to say.
When you get on your computer, you're someone else. Yeah, that's right. On the minute you press the "on" button, you switch to be some kind of online badassery. Ever seen that anonymous user that reached top score at Kaunter Strike? That was you. That incredibly cool user on World of Strifecraft? Damn right it was you. You're obsessed with computer games and everything regarding it. You usually just lie about your Sweeps and say you're 8 or 9, or anything, really! Not that they can find out about you. That little lie gives you access to - well that's the shameful little thing. - certain sites like Photobucket as well.

Fine! You're some kind of closeted freaky pervert. It's one of your biggest secrets and you will never ever talk about it. Your real personality won't at least. Yes, you might just like this kind of suggestive material, but you also love writing fanfics about your original characters, who just happen to be girls. You don't know why, maybe it's what you lean more towards to? But you love writing the quadrants that happen between female trolls. Your quadrants have never been even remotely close to being filled, but you say you don't mind and hug the internet. To avoid stupid jealous online novices to try and find you just for being sore losers, you go and say your blood is higher than it is and create different tags. Just for safety, you know?

But then you get off the computer and realize how pathetic you actually are. You wish online life was your real life, seriously. Inside there you don't have to worry about caegars - not to mention you're obsessed with saving and try to spend as little as possible - or actual physical interaction! If there is a heaven, it resides inside your computer.
Even if you're a badass bitch when it comes to online-gaming, you can't even bring yourself to answer someone on your real Trollian account, and one of your bad lusus habits is speaking really slow and being... rather shy. You're working on it.

Your tag is emeraldQuiescent and you speak,.. rather shyly... though try to be as,.. correct as possible?... yeah!..

**Insani** · 08-25-2011, 12:15 AM

>Be the three-obsessed troll.

i am no mor3 obs3sss3d with th3 numb3r thr333, than th3 numb3r thr333 is with m3. .:|

>You are such a douchebag.

shut th3 fuck up alr3ady!!!

Your name is Kivasi Trilus, you are 7.5 sweeps old, and you are quite fond of the number three. And vice versa. It dictates a lot of what you do, and a lot of your appearance. Ever since you were born, you've noticed that a lot of things that happen to you involve the number 3. Your three pupils, your three horns, and your symbol, which is three.

As with most trolls, you have a number of interests. Some of the more interesting ones include programming, which you are moderately good at, playing video games, which you are also moderately good at, and talking to your friends. You are very social, although you may be a bit of a bitch sometimes. You aren't very energetic, and aren't very physically capable.

As for your psychic powers, it's to triplicate objects, nothing too big, the psychic power is limited to things that you can lift. So you, sadly, cannot triplicate trolls or lusii. However, it is still quite useful, as you can triplicate important things. You tend to charge people a bit in return for you triplicating their objects, and you get quite a lot of business from trolls who want back-ups, spares, etc.

Physically, you are not that strong. You have three specibi, obviously, but none of them you're able to use too effectively. Your specibi are batkind, pistolkind, and glasskind. You're not sure why you allocated glasses to your strife specibus, they are such a horrible weapon. You mostly use batkind, which you are pretty dangerous with, but your pistol-aiming skills are pretty bad. You use a customized pistol that fires larger bullets, but has less ammo and is less accurate. The bullets also have minor poisons, that slow trolls down once they take a hit. It also makes a SHITLOAD of noise, no silent assassinations here, and releases a lot of smoke after each shot.

You are a lowly greenblood, and you try to respect the hemospectrum, addressing your superiors as Sir or Maam, but with those lower than you, you don't really care about the hemospectrum, and treat them as you would an equal. With your friends, you tend to call people by the first three letters of their name.

On the subject of three, it seems that the number three and your life are connected, a lot. You've been born with three horns, and although it may seem like one pupil split in half, you have two pupils in your left eye. Your symbol is also, three. You also tend to get affected by the letter three, quite a lot. You also have thr- actually, nevermind.

You live with a THREESECT lusus, a rare species of BIGSECT that has three eyes and tends to have acidic saliva. It's not very smart, and it's extremely aggressive - It's punishments tend to be painful. Really painful. Due to being bullied by it, you've become a bit of an asshole, although you can be sweet to your friends.

Your hive is pretty small, it's shaped like a triangle, with three square ends. Relatively close to your hive are three lakes.

Your fetch modus is CARD, and you are presented with three cards - you must guess the card for the item. If you take the wrong card, it tends to explode in your hands. Not with a real explosion, but rather bursts and sprays water all around. You have really bad guesses, too. Luckily it doesn't spray too much, but it's still annoying and gets water on things, including you.

Your trolltag triumphThreefold and you tend to typ3 in a mannn3r that includ3s many us3s of thr333. Your smili3s also includ3 your third pupil. ,;D

**Arctic-Zone** · 08-25-2011, 12:37 AM

ok omg fuck this is kind of a major revamp of indigenousRabies' profile and also an actual proper profile and not just some boring stuff! but it will probably be horrible still. i hope it's good enough, and if it isn't up to standards, please tell me!

>Be the dickish blueblood everybody either likes or dislikes.

Wow ok rude but w/e!!!!!

Your name is DERXAN ALVAIL, and you are almost 8 sweeps old. You're always changing it up a little bit, but some people can always find you to be an ANNOYING DICK. It's not like you TRY to be annoying or dickish, but admittedly you're often being STUPID and/or ARGUMENTATIVE. You still end up making a lot of friends, and also, well, "friends", too. How different people can get such different vibes from you is just astonishing. But not miraculous. You'll leave the declaring of miracles to the indigobloods, thank you very much!! Oh, yeah, you're also into fives or something?

Your interests include chemistry, surgery, socializing, and eating junk food. You're pretty good at all four of those things, you think, but you're losing touch with your chemist-self. Still, you're pretty proficient with your BONESAW and SCALPEL. You'll never give up on your practice of surgery, which will be explained later.

You, and many others, consider yourself to be WEIRD AS ALL HELL. See, you're PERVERTED, have at least one MENTAL DISORDER, fucked-up NERVES, and also several MUTATIONS. The first three things are all connected to each other. See, that mental disorder is... nymphomania. Yes, you are kinda addicted to... that. The thing with the nerves is that most pain within a considerably large range is translated into PLEASURE. This is not a mutation but a result of a fairly tragic mishap when you were younger. You have several actual mutations. One is your two-and-a-quarter-foot tongue. It's actually coiled up somewhere inside your chest, and it's very prehensile. Another is your fangs. They are retractable, and used to be connected to venom sacs when you were younger, but said venom sacs have since withered up for no good reason. A third is your whole nasal area. Your nostrils can be closed off with something reminiscent of an eyelid, with something similar where your sinuses lead off into the trachea. Oh yeah, your sinuses don't meet up with your throat. They go straight into your windpipe. Thankfully, the amount of mucus produced by your nose is minimal, so you don't CHOKE ON YOUR OWN SNOT. The last, and possibly the most tragic mutation, is that you heal PRETTY GOD DAMN FAST. But there's a major drawback: you'll only live to 25 sweeps. Yes, a blueblood like you, having the lifespan of a RUSTBLOOD. You kind of get upset over it from time to time.

Speaking of your fucked-up nerves, the event happened when you were 5.5 sweeps. You were friends with a group of 5 adult trolls who apparently escaped being drafted into the military and getting sent off-world. They were pretty creepy from the start, but you still made nice with them, because you didn't know any better. It was a pretty bad idea, with you ending up being beaten up horribly and used as what humans refer to as cleaning tools even though they are extremely obscene and should not be used for cleaning. Luckily, your best slugbro lusus, GASTON, noticed you and saved you before you could bleed out. The injuries included slight brain damage, but all that was affected was apparently your ability to HATE ROMANTICALLY. You're getting better at it, though. You also chose your whole five shtick because of that night.

Gaston is the chillest lusus anyone could have, ever. He functions somewhat as a sort of moirail to you. Well, kind of. You aren't some sort of zoophile, so you don't actually think of him as your moirail. But he does calm you down. He's just so LAX, like god damn, how could someone or something ever be so chill. You feed him grass, which is easy, since you live in the GRASSLANDS, and he continues to be a chill motherfucker. It's a pretty good arrangement.

You aspire to be a MEDISCIPLE, like your ancestor ENSIGNER EVERLOVE. Medisciples are mercenaries for hire in the more private sections of the military, commanding squads of field-medics and only subordinate to the highest-up in the current operation they are contracted for. Your ancestor was one of the best, being able to switch from killing and healing in a split second. But his mind was too quick for his body. He ended up murdering a gravely-wounded HIGHBLOOD that he was previously treating, and he was killed for the act.

You are, or rather, WERE a romance fiend. You used your apparent charm to pick up multiple partners -- not MATESPRITS, but lovers. You didn't pity them, you merely loved them. However, those days are over. You've settled down with just one partner, your matesprit. Oh god, that honeyblood is just amazing.

Your FETCH MODI are UNTANGLE and PICK ONE. The gist of the Untangle modus is that you must solve a randomly-generated three-dimensional tangle puzzle. The Pick One modus is a bit more based on chance. Three cups are generated, with three results under each -- one cup has your item, a second has a random item that also has a chance of being the item you're looking for, and the last ejects your entire sylladex. You have to pick the right cup to get your item. You tend to go with the first modus. Your STRIFE SYLLABI are sawKind, srgrytoolKind, chemKind, and drugKind. You prefer using the first two, because, again, you're losing touch with your chemist-self, even in combat.

Your trolltag is indigenousRabies, and you like, Talk in a way that always changes a bit????? heheh

ARTS

**kdanger** · 08-25-2011, 04:12 PM

> Be the overgrown wiggler.

Your name is HECATE ABELIA.

You have a variety of INTERESTS despite claiming to be PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF LIKING ANYTHING. You fancy yourself a COMPUTER PROGRAMMER, but you admit you are only sort of okay at it. You also fancy yourself to be sort of okay at the game called FLARP, but you really aren't, and in fact will probably end up getting killed by another player and fed to their lusus, OR SOMETHING SIMILARLY UNPLEASANT.

Your lusus is a CARNIVOROUS HOOFBEAST and you generally frustrate the hell out of her with your obliviousness. She is forever having to follow you around and look after you and you are really TOO OLD TO BE GETTING INTO SUCH TROUBLE.

You are not really a fan of fighting and your main method of defending yourself is to KICK YOUR ATTACKER VERY HARD IN THE SHINS AND RUN AWAY, and as such you have allocated your STRIFE SPECIBUS with a SHOEKIND ABSTRATUS. Not that you really understand what the whole STRIFE and CAPTCHALOGUE business is about, you just kick stuff and run. Honestly it is a wonder that you have managed to survive for eight whole sweeps.

Your trolltag is chronicallyAbsentminded and you speak with either (oh man!) enthusiasm, apathy, or lots of ~flailing~. >_< You are also occasionally a bit mixed up or re^ersed in your confusion.

**DarkParable** · 08-25-2011, 05:58 PM

This is the last redo on him, I swear.

> Be the punching bag for the player.
"what? no!"

> Fine, be the original blind miner.
"y=s!"

Your name is CANNEL ALLUVI, and as far as things go, you're pretty CONTENTED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE IN LIFE SO FAR!

Your life is slightly fuzzy the farther back you try to remember, but as far as you know, your entire existence has been underground, save for a few trips you make to the surface to scavenge things. Those are your interests; the TOPSIDE, as you call it, and SCAVENGING SPARE PARTS for your own amusement as well as for repairs to your sorely outdated and overworked technology. By which you mean your ANCIENT HUSKTOP and ANCIENT PDA, both several generations behind the current level of tech most abovegrounders enjoy. For gods sakes, the husktop still requires you to CHARGE A BATTERY in order to use it, and the PDA has a difficult time running an older iteration of Trollian!

Still, these are only creature comforts, your true love being the EARTH AND ROCK beneath your feet and between your toes. Your other interest is EXCAVATION and TUNNELING, both an interest and your means of SURVIVAL, seeing as you live several kilometers below the topsoil. Living would be as close an approximation as one could get, at any rate; while you spend your time underneath the earth, you don't have a specific HIVE you settle down in. Having created a MASSIVE NETWORK OF TUNNELS, you move about undetected and unhindered, sleeping when you feel like it and spending your time digging more tunnels so you can explore new places.

As mentioned before, you do occasionally sojourn TOPSIDE, wandering into cities and towns to see what good things you can find. Unfortunately for you, looking and dressing like a homeless beggar (having no SHOES doesn't help either) tends to get you rather FORCIBLY REMOVED from most establishments and beaten on by other trolls who see you as WEAK and PITIFUL. Most of that comes from the fact that you are BLIND, and therefore cannot tell blood castes apart, save for seadwellers with their facial fins, and this tends to get you in a spot when you treat everyone with INDIFFERENCE even if they are several stations above you in the hemospectrum. It's not so much that you don't care, it's more along the lines of you can't tell trolls apart unless they tell you their caste straightforward.

So, you take well to staying underground and are contented with EATING whatever indigenous INSECTS or SMALL BEASTS that happen to come your way while you tunnel. In addition to that, you lug along with your trusty PICKAXE, strife deck set to pickaxeKind. It's a rather useful weapon and it doubles as a tool, which in your books is a great thing! The rest of your stuff is stored in your Stacked Slot Modus, things being able to STACK on top of similar items but can only be retrieved by pulling out the WHOLE STACK OF ITEMS. It's a bit of an inconvenience, especially since you often pick the WRONG STACK and end up with a huge pile of SHIT YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO GET OUT. Being blind, to put it mildly, sucks.

Still, you somehow managed to overcome that obstacle, thinkpan compensating for visual deficiencies by mutating to allow you sight via ECHOLOCATION. NOISES or VIBRATION allow you to paint a mental picture of an area or space, and your other senses got a nice little BOOST as well. Being blind, you guess, sometimes isn't ALL THAT BAD FOR YOU. It also gives you an edge in those situations where you're forced to STRIFE with another troll; as long as they make noise, you can take them down PRETTY HANDILY, your whippet-thin body and toned limbs giving you the advantage of SPEED and AGILTY.

Your trolltag is coreMiner, and you sp=ak within the confin=s of your tunn=ls and =nd with your trusty pickax=! ---)

TL;DR

**Daclusia** · 08-25-2011, 06:12 PM

> Be the dreaming midget.

~ < 5ay what you will. I do not kare. I'm having fun.

> ~

Your name is Draklu Morfey.

You are a blue blooded troll, 7 sweeps old, and you are kinda short for someone of your age. Most of your time is spend daydreaming, playing video games, or writting about silly things that you see in your head. You also have a passion for shipping, but your lack of relation has left your shipping wall empty for quite some time now.

You are deeply interested in the domain of dreams, as most of your sleep is filled visions from other worlds, either those you created in your stories, in films, or in video games. Some are so weird you hit yourself on walls for dreaming of such stupidity. You take a liking at trying to find a meaning behind everyone's dreams, as you have the conviction it can help understand one's actions or way of being.
But most of the time, you just use them as material for your stories.

Your eyes have crescent moon shaped pupils, that allows you to peek into others dream. It has been a troublesome ability, as you couldn't ever find sleep, your mind assaulted by hundreds and hundreds of voices, speaking loud all of them echoing through your thinkpan and nearly frying it for good.
Your dragon lusus carried you far away from civilisation, in a little castle on top of a mountain, where your pulchritude and your social skills dropped to near zero, but where you could finally find peace at last. It was a most urgent move to make, as with time, your peeking power started to work not only while others were asleep, but when they were awake as well.

Since then, you have been living a lonely, but happy life, where the time you aren't letting your visions flow from your head is divided between listening to music, maximum volume, under the rolling thunder and the heavy rain, dueling against your custodian, dueling random travelers which happen to wander near your lair, and generally doing anything that you can find fun to do.

You use a staffkind specibus, your trolltag is foolishDreamer, and you tend to ~ < Alway5 be in a dream bubble, like a khild whom never grew up, and to talk in a overly theatrikal way of 5peaking. You do not kare. You are having fun. > ~

~ < Al5o, you -rarely- happen to sometime FLIP THE FUKK OUT, AND WHEN THAT HAPPEN5 THERE'5 GENERALLY NO STOPPING YOU UNTIL YOU WHAKKED 5OME UNFORTUNATE 5OOL LONG ENOUGH WITH YOUR 5TAFF. > ~

**SuperPanic** · 08-25-2011, 07:44 PM

>Be the annoying young troll

Your name is DAVED LEXXIM, and you gain most of the enjoyment in your life out of annoying others.

You have a variety of INTERESTS even though you are generally pretty lazy. You see yourself as a top class prankster and troll, making fun and cracking jokes at the most inappropriate of moments. You also have wanted to try FLARP, but you realize there is probably much more fun irratating and making fun of those who do and watching their reactions!

Your lusus is a SPEEDY FERRETBEAST and you have learned all of the tricks of the trade from it, it still following him and helping with his hilarious tricks, even when it realises that most of them ARE REALLY NOT THAT FUNNY.

You are often gone by the time anyone wants to fight you, and so do not often have to confront people, but your STRIFE SPECIBUS is PIPEKIND, often reverting from a concealed classy gentlemanly smoking assistant to a lead hammer of death. Your favorite pipe was made with an edition of PLAYTROLL and a SPIKY LAVA LAMP, Creating The Red Major.

Your fetch modi is TRICKSTER, a modi which usually picks the most unhelpful and useless item you have at the moment, it constantly gets the better of you and reminds you that you can always troll harder.

You aspire to be a JESTERANTOR, just like your ancestors before you. The Jesterantors are the assistants to the SUBJUGGALATORS, unfortunately you are useless at almost everything you do that does not involve annoying or running.

Your trolltag is [COLOR="rgb(128, 0, 12"]darkTestimony[/COLOR], and you [COLOR="rgb(128, 0, 12

"]Speak rather correctly but oftern make porpoisful spelling mistakes and puns that everyone seas, just to annoy people, you have a habit of bursting out into Kwehs once you have successfully trolled.[/COLOR]

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