Yeah, I think I made him a bit too overpowered, I'll see if I can tweak his description.
I'm not very good with colors, though. How do you change the colors besides just doing =darkblue and such like that? RGB mode breaks for me.
I'm making my first troll and I'd like to consult the experts about canon.
Is there any indication that there are seasons on alternia? Also do trolls get cold/hot?
"This young troll stands in his respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 12th bilunar perigee of the 6th dark season's equinox, is the day of this young troll's larval awakening, also known as his wriggling day. Though it was six solar sweeps ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name! "
We don't know if they have clearly defined seasons like summer/spring/autumn/winter, but I would guess they have seasons which are analogues of those. And they probably get hot/cold- there are no references to a troll feeling hot or cold from a quick search through act 5, but Sollux does say stuff like "how cold of you, man", so we can guess so, yes.
Thank you for the help, didn't want to be extremely inaccurate and while I assumed as a planet Alternia can have different climates in different regions I wasn't sure if I'd missed some evidence of seasons.
=> Be the happy go lucky ripper
You are LANDUS ZEKROM, and you are 8 SWEEPS OLD. Ever since you were little, you were a CURIOUS FELLOW, often wanting to get to the bottom of things you didn't understand. THIS INVOLVED RIPPING STUFF OPEN. Over time you went over the edge, and BEGAN TO RIP OPEN TROLLS who piqued your interest.
You fucking LOVE geology. Can't get enough of it. You love how mysterious the land is and how little we truly know of it. You study up on it constantly, and come off as a REAL ECCENTRIC whenever geology becomes the subject. Speaking of which, you tend to go on a lot of surveys in different climate zones, OFTEN RIPPING THE AREA OPEN SO IT WOULD SPILL ITS SECRETS.
You have a tendency to SHOW YOUR STABS to people you like, and STALK THE HELL out of the people you really like. You tend to carry a lantern around, which frankly, IS CREEPY AS FUCK WHEN IT IS DARK AND FOGGY. You keep it because YOU LIKE HOW IT AFFECTS PEOPLE.
YOU ARE A RIPPER. If you find someone who looks like a good enough victim, you STALK THEM UNTIL THEY ARE VULNERABLE, and proceed to TEAR OPEN THEIR CHEST CAVITIES WHILE THEY ARE STILL ALIVE. All so they would spill their secrets. Secrets, frankly, THAT WILL NEVER BE REVEALED TO YOU. You've done this SINCE AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER. As a result, QUADRANTS ARE HARD.
Your strife specibus is the KNIFEKIND and the LANTERNKIND. Your fetch modus is the Half-Life modus, which requires you to know how old an item is and specify the age before placing and removing something.
Your trolltag is temporalDerivative, and you talk vell like zis.
>Be th- Oh my god you are just the cutest thing.
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You are RAAZZO PLATAZ, the HIPPEST CAT to ever HIT THE STAGE.
In case it wasn't TOTALLY OBVIOUS, you are a MAGICIAN. More specifically, a MAGICIANNIHILATOR, the PRESTIGIOUS PRESTIDIGITATORS of the OLDE ALTERNIAN ARMY. Rather than SEND THE PLANET INTO THE OBLIVION OF THE RED SUN however, you are much more interested in using your POWERS for ENTERTAINMENT. Of course, you don't really have any MAGICAL POWERS. MAGIC isn't real remember? But ILLUSION and SLEIGHT OF HAND have proven to be a fantastic substitute. You utilize your understanding of PERCEPTION and BELIEF to reel in PHAT LEWTS, with which you support your SOURBERRY FAYGO ADDICTION. That, and just so you can be RICH. Which you ARE.
... YOU ARE RICH.
Your RESPITEBLOCK hangs from the underside of a MOUNTAIN CLIFF, and resembles a GIGANTIC CHANDELIER. Your LUSUS (a MINUSCULE GLOWVERMIN [an Alternian firefly]) resides in this massive abode with you, helping you practice your ILLUSORY SKILLS. When its time to find sustenance, you simply ORDER IN. When a DELIVERY TROLL is tardy, you THREATEN THE SHIT OUT OF THEM with your expensive PRTCLGUNKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS.
Not only are you ADORABLE, but you are also decently INTELLIGENT. You sort of have to be to have the TACT needed to perform IMPOSSIBLE FEATS (or at least make it look like you are). While you have no PHYSICAL PROWESS whatsoever, you can easily get out of scrapes using your assortment of MAGICAL INSTRUMENTS, including FLASH BOMBS, SPARKLY DUST, SMOKE GRENADES, FIRECRACKERS, and TABLES YOU CUT PEOPLE IN HALF ON. Though you rarely get in scrapes, the ones you do get in are usually triggered by your MONEY-GRUBBING NATURE. You just can't help that you worship the ALMIGHTY CAEGAR.
Online, you go by the alias billionfoldShenanigans, you keep track of items with the ARRAY FETCH MODUS (which is useful for easily switching items in and out during performances), and ya gat dis weeyud accent dat nobady gets. S'like sum kyn'a lazy tawk.
Badabing badaboom, ya binna great awdiense.
You guys are great. Uhhh.. Any tips on the whole talksprite thing? I'm really insecure about mine... (or are mine alright? geez I just don't know...)
My chummy-handle *o* awkwardSilence
Your name is Fortoo Numsum. You are exactly six sweeps old. You have some friends, who have managed to gain your trust and put up with your fits of rage towards their 'inferiority' when they first met you. You have a relatively high blood color, which you use as even more reason to hate everyone else.
Your interests include destroying things, looting abandoned buildings, and hunting large creatures in the nearby jungles. You obsess over the number 42, which is, clearly, the greatest of all numbers. You are moderately skilled with technology, as you spent your childhood breaking electronics in fits of rage and then being forced to repair them by your hellbeast of a lusus.
You are moderately intelligent and are a quick learner. You wield the axekind specibi, and you wield two axes that have poisonous blades, every hit you inflict upon your enemy poisons them and starts to weaken them quickly. You keep vials of the antidote to said poison with you at all times, in case you wound yourself.
You live in an abandoned city, with jungles growing all around it. You are literally the only person living in these ancient ruins, and although, as said before, you enjoy looting the buildings, you hardly ever get anything that is useful to you.
Your fetch modus is the BATTLE Fetch Modus, which spawns a dangerous creature for you to fight, every time you want to retrieve an item. It is actually pretty useful, and you use it mostly for training, though the monsters never really grew in strength and you quickly became stronger than them.
You spend your nights patrolling your personal city, you know that no troll will ever find this place and the monsters are easy kills, but still, it helps you feel safe. You sometimes repair old technology you find, and years of work have allowed you to get electricity, news, and other nice additions.
In SGRUB, you will be the Vanquisher of Inevitability, whatever the fuck that means. You will link up with your nine other friends, the Heir of Blade, the Bard of Space, the Prince of Heat, the Lord of Growth, the Witch of Hope, the Maid of Rage, the Nurse of Time, the Heir of Mirth and the Seer of Rot. Your planet will be the Land of Ice and Heat, a confusing fuckfest. You will assume leadership of the group, and prove to be an excellent one.
You will journey through the worlds and, half way through, the Heir of Giggles will go insane. You will attempt to cope with her, but she will betray you during your battle with the 10x prototyped Black King, causing the death of the the Witch of Hope and herself.
You will be out-fought, and be forced to retreat. You would return to the Land of Technologies and Jungles, and eventually kill eachother so that you may all reach God Tier. Afterwards, you would return to the Black King, and kill him.
You and your seven friends will claim your prize, mourning the loss of the Witch of Hope and the Heir of Mirth.
Your trolltag is fortyTwo and you type in 4n 422hole m4nner, m4king u2e of the number2 42.
I redid him, what do you guys think about his new profile?
Oh yeah, a big thank you to arbitraryHearts for fixing his sprite to not look retarded as ass.
If anyone can't tell,
Bane of Fate
Heir of Blade
Bard of Space
Prince of Heat
Lord of Growth
Are male, whereas
Witch of Hope
Maid of Rage
Nurse of Time
Heir of Mirth
Seer of Rot
>Be the landscapist
Your name is VAALIA NOWRUZ and you believe in rebirth and the continuation of life. This doesn't mean that you do not kill or that you find it distasteful, but instead find interest in NEW life and in the life of the world around you. To pursue your interests FREELY as a lower-middle class green blood you obey the empire and even work for them occasionally.
When the IMPERIAL drones go to collect genetic material from filial pails of matesprits and kismesisses, sometimes pairs will NOT procure the required pail. This disobediance is reported and rather than the drones stopping their work you come and CULL the traitors to the species. This both serves as a way of serving the high bloods and following your INSTINCTS. If a creature of means does not help CONTINUE their race, they lose their privelage of life, though you feel no malice towards them and instead kill them out of a sense of DUTY. Generally you are aided by one other troll, however, when alone your LUSUS helps kill one of the two trolls in a pair.
In the MASSIVE amount of free time you have (due to few trolls disobeying and a large group of helping cullers existing) you travel around on your lusus' back. Your lusus is a GIANT HORNED CHOLERBEAR and a species which generally does not choose to bind to trolls. The only explanation for its choice was the similarity in HORNS you share with her. You affectionately call your lusus MAMMABEAR due to its loving and matriarchal tendency to care for you. While you travel with your lusus you visit all different regions of Alternia and paint each vista with dyes from materials native and abundant near your hive rather than blood.
Besides the killings you carry out on others orders, you kill only to defend yourself from other trolls while exploring. Your DUALMACHETEKIND strife specibus is useful in dispatching of trolls, but also cutting through forest and jungle, as well as trimming Mammabear's fur occasionally. While you may be PROFICIENT at dispatching of lower to middle class trolls, you are not prepared to defeat larger creatures that lurk around Alternia. To survive this you rely on your lusus and the great SIZE advantage she has over most beasts. For storing things you use your SEED AND ROOT modus, general items are seeds while roots are sorted as being related to their respective seed. Roots will only grow so much and there are only a limited number of seeds so while cards can be drawn at will, unless a seed grows into a fully plant, there is a space limit.
One of your biggest ASSETS when painting what's around you is the ability that you were born with. Rather than having a power that is inaffective against higher blooded trolls and only effective against lower blooded trolls, you have a power which cant effect EITHER. The power is that of an increased sensitivity to LIFE, meaning when you look at things that are alive and thriving, they are brighter and more vivid. This makes landscapes at night bright enough to paint but can also be a tool to protect yourself. With hearing more sensitive than usual as well as a KEEN sense of smell, you can sense living things around you even in the night which you are required to stay in when you paint as you are NOT a jadeblood.
When you are not traveling or killing disobeyers you live in a northern and colder climate in the NORTHERN SLATE MOUNTAIN RANGE. Around halfway up one of the mountainsides a naturally occuring cave exists and is the entrance to your HIVE. Inside the cave and the network of caves you expanded into a full hive is your RESPITEBLOCK which is large enough to house your lusus as well. Below your respiteblock window you are able to see the entrance to your hive and the LARGE FOREST that covers the entire foot of the mountain range.
While you cull those who do not continue the troll race you DON'T have any quadrants filled at 8 SWEEPS OLD. However you do WATCH OVER the species even though you can't fill a filial pail and in the meantime talk to other trolls on your husktop when you can not be outside traveling or painting.
When you are available on husktop, your TROLLTAG is pseudoProgenitor and you talk normally aside from a lack of caps and a lack of ending punctuation unless another sentence directly follows
character sheet (with pictures for visual learners) [added a nose]:
tl;dr (I get it, it was long):
Last edited by Skaia; 06-10-2011 at 10:44 AM.
>Be the troll with the BIGGEST GOD DAMN HORN IN THE EMPIRE.
Your name is TITANI RECNAL and you are SEVEN AND THREE FOURTHS SWEEPS OLD. And yes, you are indeed in the possession of the BIGGEST GOD DAMN HORN IN THE EMPIRE... So far, it is THE biggest TROLL HORN to DATE on ALTERNIA. Except of course for your ANCESTOR'S, but she's dead, so it doesn't count.
Your GOD DAMN HORN is the subject of your favorite pastime, POLISHING said GOD DAMN HORN. People tend to find this a bit disconcerting, so you decided to take up some hobbies such as SKYDIVING and FLAGMAKING. Why FLAGMAKING? Because your GOD DAMN HORN is the perfect thing to HANG FLAGS from. Oh, and you play HORNS as well. You've always been one for A GOOD PUN.
You actually are a bit of a... well, a PRICK. You verbally beat any BITCHES(And you call everyone a BITCH, as they all deserve it) who try to talk to you, ESPECIALLY if they mention DAT GOD DAMN HORN. You absolutely HATE anyone who DARES to have a HORN CLOSE to your level, and as a rule you sever their HORNS whenever you see them and add them to your collection. Your lusus, some sort of GIGANTIC FUCKING BELEMNITEBEAST, finds this rather silly, but the fucker flies all over the place anyway so you don't bother with him much. As an afterthought, you should probably mention that anyone who confuses you for a GUY gets quickly beaten. So what if genders don't matter? You are a GIRL dammit, and that's what you will be called, understand?
Incidentally, if one was wondering how you manage to RAISE that GOD DAMN HORN, you have a very passive PSYCHIC POWER which gives you the ability to MAKE YOURSELF and the area around you feel FAR LIGHTER. This gives you the ability to survive at LOWER DEPTHS, or it would if it weren't for the whole BREATHING THING. But hey, you've got oxygen tanks. Strap them to your horn if you must.
If you were ever to play SGRUB, you would be the LANCER OF SPACE in the LAND OF TUNNELS AND RAZORWIRE. Your CONSORTS would be NARWHALS.
When you do actually manage to get on a COMPUTER without TURNING IT INTO POWDER, you go by the trolltag titaniumLongitude. You keep track of items using a NOD MODUS (which you think your LUSUS brought to you as a CRUEL PRACTICAL JOKE), and you tend ( tO split yOuR| seNteNces iNtO five| pieces, as well| as acceNtuatiNg yOuR| HORN, Okay BITCH?=>
((No standard sprite, and honestly I'm a bit scared to attempt one))
Last edited by Monster X; 06-11-2011 at 01:38 AM.
stop that i
oh my god