DEAR GOG MY EYES
But seriously, you should change his text, it's really hard to read and kind of annoying.
I'm actually really sick of people complaining about bright blood colours. Someone in the biology thread came up with a really neat little CYMK theory for it, so it would be possible, just mutant. /bitching because my favorite colour is bright
le sigh I don't contribute anything here :0
Here's my third fantroll, the PRINCE OF HEAT (from a chain I shall call TEAM NUMSUM, led by Fortoo Numsum, Bane of Fate.)
>Be the one eye-d asshole.
i suggest yøu change yøur attitude. nøw.
>Be the low-blooded one with one functioning eye.
Your name is Lorvas Gintaw you have the lowest non-mutant blood color possible. You are 7 and a third sweeps old. You are a dark and manipulative individual, with only one functioning eye. You'll get into the details of how you lost one of your eyes later. You are low on the hemo-spectrum, a mere red blood. You would be fine with this if it weren't for the fact that everybody else looks down on you.
You have a HANDFUL of interests. You enjoy stealing things from those with higher blood than you. You've become a master thief. You also enjoy talking to your various friends. You're quite nice to them, it's much too easy to manipulate them. You ocassionally go for long runs near your hive. You also enjoy starting SICK FIRES.
You are not very strong. You are fast and good with sharp weaponry and wield the DAGGERKIND specibi, but without your manipulative abilities, psychic or otherwise, you would be screwed. Luckily, your low blood gives you a very strong ability. You are able to invoke emotions in your opponents with your psychic power, which is helpful in the rare times you can't manipulate your enemy into a blind rage with just your words.
You use your psychic ability to get what you want. If your enemy is skilled, you draw out fear, or anger to get him to attack you in a blind rage, which makes him that much easier to defeat. If you have an eye for someone but that someone happens to already be in a relationship? Break them up with a dose of hatred. However, this has not always functioned as you wanted it to.
One solar sweep ago, you had tried to enrage a troll you did not like so that you could kill him. This was when you were not as skilled with your power as you are now. You unleashed a wave of hatred onto several trolls, who proceeded to charge at you and pummel you. Luckily, you were able to focus yourself and release waves of several emotions at once, confusing them but weakening you mentally. You were able to escape and your only physical wound was your lost eye and some cuts and bruises, but it took half a sweep for your mental abilities to function at 100% again.
You live in a cave with your lusus, who is a deceitful little bastard. Although that was a good thing, as you learned from him how to detect the deceit of others and make sure others don't detect yours.
You use the SICK FIRES modus. To every item you retrieve, you have to make MAD RHYMES involving it. This has caused you to become an expert in the field of SICK FIRES.
In SGRUB, you will be the PRINCE OF HEAT. You will link up with your nine other friends, the Bane of Fate, the Heir of Blade, the Bard of Space 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 Death and Tar, your consorts will be Undead Tarbabies. But they will attempt to eat you, thus making them useless. The Bane of Fate will assume leadership of the group after naming it TEAM NUMSUM. You will protest both of these actions, but decide against manipulating them into making you leader. That would complicate things when they start to wonder why they let you take control.
You will journey through the worlds, when halfway through, the Heir of Mirth will begin to go completely insane. You will warn everyone that she is going to be trouble soon, but they will ignore your warning. During the battle with the 10x prototyped Black King, the Heir of Mirth will snap and start attacking the Witch of Hope. You will watch, amused, as the Heir of Blade avenges his Matesprit and ends the Heir of Mirth's life.
When you get to the end of the game, everyone will mourn the loss of the Witch and the Heir but you. You will let out an unwelcomed 'I told you so.', and the Heir of Blade will go batshit on you. The fight will be stopped by the Bane of Fate, and you and the Heir of Blade will hate eachother from that moment.
Your trolltag is furiouslyCalm and you type in a crøss manner.
Sorry for such a long post.
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
Just so you know, my character and Ocfos' character Azuria both already use that same typing quirk at least partially. Otherwise, I like him.
If you have a decent idea as to how I can improve my quirk, thanks, but I really couldn't think of anything besides leetspeak and such. ;l
>Be the icy troll
...but im not... icy.
> Fine, be the troll that lives in DA FROZEN WASTELAND.
...i guess... that will have to... do.
Your name happens to be CALENT PAGOMA and you HATE the cold. You are 7.39 SWEEPS old. You have AQUA blood, but it reminds you too much of ice for you to like it much. You are not LAZY, you are a tad VULGAR, and you try to be SOCIAL (but fail most times). You don’t really aspire to be anything, but you guess that if you did, you would aspire to be something COOL. Your strife specibus is set to 2DAGGERKIND and you wouldn’t go anywhere without your trusty Crossed Obsidian Daggers (C.O.D. as you sometimes call them). You like them because of how damaging they are, their design, and color.
You live near a FROZEN LAKE in an ICY CAVE. Where you live isn’t really a frozen wasteland, because despite its glacial temperature, it’s actually PRETTY NICE. However, the cold has forced you to don warm clothes. As much as you dislike ice, you hate sweating, therefore you dislike HEAT as well. You just can’t seem to make up your mind about temperatures!
You seem to be a pretty normal troll, until you open your mouth. You hatched with WEAK, incredibly FLAT teeth. You have to drink everything you eat, and you hate it. You’d rather settle for just taking nutritional pills, though your lusus won’t allow it. Due to your pretty bad diet as a grub, your hair has GRAYED at the ends and you run out of energy often. Your horns are also pretty flat, though not as flat as your teeth.
While you like to TRAIN with your daggers against the weaker animals near your hive, you also like READING, DRAWING plans for NEW DAGGERS; which you later MAKE, and EXPLORING. You enjoy MUSIC and THEATRE, though sometimes you deny liking the latter of the two.
Your trolltag is icyOblivion and ...it often takes... a minute... for you to... catch up... and your tone can be rather... flat.
OUTFITS I THINK:
My chummy-handle *o* awkwardSilence
Maybe there is a good reason for it that I'm missing, but I don't really see what ~ accents have to do with your character.
I honestly am just trying to get something that looks good for him but doesn't copy those guys.
Edit: And now, for whatever reason, the forum isn't letting me update my post to get rid of the wavy accent.
You can see what it's supposed to be (the old version that the forum isn't letting me post) here:
Those letters have clearly been set alight by SICK FIRES. I think it makes sense probably.
Lovely beaches too.
CC: ∑ ^ owo it was a hyperbole you fuck
Cut off on the chatter, guys. :I
@ quin Post your art in genchat, it'll be seen by more people.
(Please remove corkscrewMessenger from the list- this is revised version, basically. He has been changed to corkscrewEngineer.)
>Be the dork.
You are not the dork! You are CHEVRE ECHECS, a rich and well-mannered 6-sweeps old boy of respectable nature. You currently live in a huge mansion, where you have enough wealth and expendable rooms to practice your hobby, mechanical engineering! Which is really cool and not dorky at all.Other stuff:
Especially guns! Who could call guns dorky? Some people could consider you a GUN NERD, but you view it as an enthusiasm. There's nothing more satisfying then watching five bullets go through a defective robot at the same time. You used to try to build your own weapons, but have since then, well...
The only problem is, you're not too good at engineering. You can make robots and impractical gadgets, but they usually turn out to be unreliable, breaking down in no longer than a pedigree or two. You don't build anything too dangerous lest you lose any more rooms of your mansion.
So what you usually end up with is scrap metal, unusable robots, and broken devices. You feed these to your LUSUS, a horrifying skull abomination who eats through anything. You once used to supply her with actual food, but there was never enough. So you feed her metal, and she refrains from eating parts of your mansion.
Your blood is dark blue, which means you are of much higher respectability than the lower bloods. You believe this will make you unapproachable to others of lower blood, so, not wishing to embarrass them, you have changed your shirt color and typing color to a more anonymous, if harder to read, silver.
Not only does your high caste make you hard to approach, but your general clumsiness does as well. You can catch yourself making plenty of stupid mistakes, or being forgetful in general. This can sometimes lead to awkward situations or silly mistakes that end up removing another room of your mansion.
When you are not doing other cool things, you go on a program called Trollian. There, you go by the trolltag corkscrewEngineer and you type in a somewhat rushed fashion never using commas and only ocassionaly making mistakes.
Last edited by electronicgoat; 06-17-2011 at 06:15 PM. Reason: Specified strife specibus.
You are now being that other guy, BASIUM DECORO. Your LUSUS is a WOLF named VONNIGUT. Your lusus is very kind to you and constantly brings you BOOKS. How a sea troll ended up with a land based lusus you will never know.
Your interests include PAPERCRAFT and READING which you get a lot of living in a library, and as such you WIELD your PAPERCRAFTKIND strife specibus. You have an inane ability to FILE things away where they should be after living in a library for so long it comes in handy as your current FETCH MODUS is FILE INDEX. You need to file things improperly to get other things to become accessible. It's a bit complicated but you know how it works.
You are quite RIDICULOUS when it comes to making things but become SHY when asked about your writing. You tend to write a lot of SMUT to pass the time, hiding it from your LUSUS who would no doubt revise and edit everything. Your closest companion is a JACK-O-LANTERN which you carved last week and talk to on a regular basis. Reading it stories, you wish you had more friends but you think this PUMPKIN and BOOKS will keep you company because your lusus is PARANOID.
You sometimes sneak over to the bookshelf in the far corner and pull out your BOOKTOP which is a laptop cleverly disguised as a BOOK to talk to what few people you know over TROLLIAN.
Your SYMBOL is the greek letter PSI which looks something like this Ѱ
Your trolltag is quisuiliousAdept and - ᶓ(y◌ur • kwuirk • is • ϮhaϮ • y◌u • Ϯype • wiϮh • fish • ears • ar◌und • y◌ur • p◌sϮ • and • replake • manny • leϮϮers • ◌f • Ϯhe • alphabeϮ • y◌u • deem • unnekkesary)ᶔ
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>Be the whimsical Subjugglator.
Lad||es and gentleman, wr||glers of all ages, [ome one, [ome all to the greatest show on Altern||a! >
Your name is CLAUSE UIENR, a young Subjugglator of 7.85 Solar Sweeps with an appeal for TOMFOOLERY, ENTERTAINING THE MASSES, and GENERAL STUPIDITY. So much you love these clownish things, you've taken upon the act of dying your hair in the color of these fools. Since your wiggling days, you've always aspired to BECOME A THESPIAN....unfortunately, your actings skills fucksuck. You couldn't act onstage if your life depended on it. So, you settled for a tier below, THE CIRCUS. Ahhhh, how you love the bigtop. It's bright, flashy colors, the smell of greasy, fatty foods of the concession stands, the sight of a thousand trolls packed under one tent just to see you and your fellow freaks perform. You are currently the RINGMASTER of this traveling brigade of fanciful performers, and this is a rather large feat...considering that you....have no other peformers in your circus other than yourself. Okay, you admit it. The 'thousand troll' thing is just a fantasy. For now. But one day, your circus will be the biggest hit Alternia has ever seen!!
Dreams aside, onto the subject of subjugglating. Yes, you are a highblood subjugglator, and yes, you are EXPECTED TO BE MURDEROUS. YOU ARE, you've killed your fair share of the lower castes, it's just that you find it rather tedious and boring after a while. What's the point of killing trolls when you could rather 'kill' them with comedy? Make 'em laugh, that's what you always say.
Your hive is a BIGTOP CIRCUS TENT, of course. It's pretty empty...no audience, only yourself and your lusus, a large and hefty ELEPHANT who is incredibly wise and smart and such, but looks down on your goals. He'd rather you go out and have fun with your fellow Subjugglators, massacre-ing and all that whatnot young trolls do.
Your Strife Specibi is the 2xTORCHKIND. Oh, how you love to light up your torches and perform tricks with, juggling, eating the fire, pretending to get burned....well, that last trick only works half the time. Your accompanying fetch modus would be the ENTERTAINMENT MODUS, as in, you have to do something funny and well,, entertaining with the item to capthalogue it. Smaller items only require yourself around, but for bigger and more important objects, the act must be grand and have an audience to capthalogue.
If you were to ever join a Sgrub session, you would be the COUNT OF FOOLS in the LAND OF BALLOONS AND POPCORN. Your symbol is that of something that is ever greater. Your trolltag is whimsicalFreakshow, and you type as ||f you're tal[king through a megaphone. >
Booting up... Loading fantroll #7/8
Your name is Ambere Radica and no you are not antisocial, really!
People always assume that you're shy or something because you wear these huge sunglasses and headphones, but that's not quite it. Yes you do tend to stand off to the side in any sort of social setting, and yes you talk REALLY quietly, but it's for an entirely different reason.
You have been cursed by the worst psychic power ever, that of HYPER SENSITIVE SENSES. A whisper from across the room would be like someone screaming in your ear, the slightest bit of light would be blinding, and let's not even get started on your sense of touch. Really you're fairly certain that you'd have been culled long ago if not for Sileus, your wriggling buddy and morail. He's the one that developed these headphones and glasses for you, in addition to providing the softest materials known to trolls for your clothing. You should also note that you don't like your skin being exposed to the elements if it doesn't have to be, as such you wear long sleeves and gloves.
He is the best morail, even if he can be a little overprotective at times.
As for your interests you really love gardening and so it made sense to allocate your strife specibus to SPADEKIND, but this decision was a rational one, as you use a very special type of spade for fighting. Your modus is the VINE MODUS, where and object will slowly become entangled in vines if it isn't used often.
Your lusus helps in your gardening the way only a snake can, making a meal of any would-be vermin.
Your trolltag is nullibicitiousViperiform and Ƴoųɽ woɽɗs ϛɽęęƥ ȴįkę vįŋęs.
Also Ulysse is no longer the guide of breath, but the Sage of Breath.
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sig quotes I guess? (one of them)
> Be the politician.
I'm not just any politician, you know. (tm)
> Fine...be the edgy politician.
Your name is REPREN CORTIS.
As a seadweller of 15 sweeps, you immerse yourself in ALTERNIAN POLITICS. Your goal is to REPRESENT YOUR HOME before the EMPRESS, claim LAND for LOCAL TROLLS, and occasionally KILL YOUR OPPONENTS. You try to be EDGY and CHARISMATIC so that you are WELL-LIKED and get to AVOID DEATH. You got a FIN PIERCING and a COLORED CONTACT LENS, because such decorations are EDGY and STYLISH.
Edgy is good.
When not CAMPAIGNING, BLUSTERING USELESSLY, or carrying out OTHER POLITICAL BEHAVIORS, you have a number of INTERESTS. Several of these you have ABOLISHED to avoid SCANDALS, and you flatly refuse to tell people what they are, because SCANDALS WILL HAVE YOU KILLED. You try to maintain HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, and are in a KISMESISSITUDE with a DESPICABLE LITTLE WRETCH. You have been relatively unsuccessful with REDROM, but it's okay.
REDROM is not EDGY.
You pride yourself on being EDGY but not SCANDALOUS, no matter how TRITE you are called by PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET. You find that you are frequently LAMPOONED over the INTERNET, and assume it is part of the POLITICAL LIFE. You are not above FLAUNTING YOUR HIGHBLOOD STATUS, and you honestly DON'T REALLY CARE about LOWBLOODS' PROBLEMS. (It's a good thing the DISTRICT you REPRESENT is ENTIRELY UNDERSEA.)
You don't really have much of a PERSONAL LIFE, due to the hectic demands of STAYING ALIVE IN THE POLITICAL WORLD, but you try to spend some time READING, AT LEISURE, or FIGHTING WITH YOUR KISMESIS. As a HIGHBLOOD, that's really all you have to do, except occasionally PERSECUTE THE LOWER CLASSES. What can you say? It's not your fault you were BORN WITH FACEFINS.
Your trolltag is numberoneCandidate and you patent whatever you say so it can't be used against you. (tm)
>> Be the hue 0.
Your name is Yerkir Copruum and being a hue zero is annoying, and it automatically puts you in a bad spot with some highbloods. but they can go stuff it. You have a natural ability to know how a machine works just by touching it, and your ability with machines has earned you several favors that you can pull in.
You have several interests including SPACE and OLD SCIFI GAMES. You even have a MINI SPACE MARINE FIGURINE on your desk. You live in a small hive near a friend of yours.
You fetch modus is the binary modus, which gives you ten cards, five one cards and five zero cards, and you need to pull them out in a 1-0-1-0 pattern or the item gets weaponized. Your strife specibus is set to revolver kind.
In SGRUB, you would be the Engineer of Space in the Land of Mountains and Frogs.
(> Y0u g0t s0mething y0u want t0 say? <)
Pester me if you want. I'm technoAnomaly!
Here's my fourth fantroll, the Seer of Rot (who, ironically, has a rotten ability to see (ie, vision problems)). Second female fantroll.
>Be the troll with stupidly bright vision
"I do believe you are atte₥pting to insult ₥e."
>Uhh, be the troll with decent blood and special vision?
"I appreȼiate your politeness."
Your name is Tipazi Jaylon. You happen to be 6.92 sweeps old. Your blood color is good enough for you. You don't feel you need to be a high-blood. From what you've heard, high bloods tend to have longer lives but also be much more violent. You really don't want to end up like those psychopath Subjugglators. Your eyes happen to see things much brighter than normal. You're able to see clearly in pitch black, but in normal lighting, you can't see shit without your sunglasses.
You have a few interests. One of your interests is keeping up with the Alternian Economy. You also enjoy practicing your skills with your katana, which you are really good at.
You are very good with your katana, but your Visual Impairment is an annoyance. You hardly ever go into places where it's dark enough for you to see normally without your sunglasses. You don't have any Psychic abilities, but you are quite agile. Your movements are faster than the average trolls', making you that much more deadly with your katana.
When you were a mere 4.32 sweeps old, you were abducted by a mad genius troll who was probably at least 8 sweeps. You were abducted for two months, and several experiments were performed on you. Your bright-vision and your agility are products of these experiments. However, due to some of the less successful experiments, you are expected to start having problems with various organs once you are 20 sweeps. Your eyes are slowly decaying, but by the time they completely stop working, you'll be at least 35 sweeps. You are building up a stockpile of caesars from your trading, which you are good at, and are hoping you will be able to, one day, obtain enough money to restore your body to working order.
You tend to act serious and yet, a bit kind. You try to maintain your serious demeanor always, but sometimes you let some emotions slip out. These attempts are a result of your insecurity - a fear that somebody might capture you yet again, inspired by your previous kidnapping. You also tend to try to act as an emotional stabilizer to everyone, and are a bit of an AUSPISTICE WHORE. At least, this is what other people might call you, but you are quite good at resolving situations between two trolls.
You managed to escape one night when the troll forgot to cuff you properly. It was easy for you to escape after that. Your lusus happens to look like a crossbreed between an ogre and a hoofbeast, but you're okay with this, as he is intelligent and is a great cook. He always tells you how much more energetic and lively you were before that incident. Although you attempt to be serious, when you're more depressed or playful, you and he tend to spend a great deal of time together, he's quite comforting.
You live in, well, the middle of nowhere. You live in a desert, near an oasis, but it's a very dangerous oasis. Luckily, you are a very dangerous troll. There are several other trolls who live in the desert relatively close to you, and occasionally attempt to break into your house and steal your belongings. Damn thieves.
You use the ECONOMY fetch modus. Every time you must retrieve an item, a certain number of a certain mineral / resource is displayed, and you must guess the cost of it. It updates in real time based on the current prices in the Alternian Economy. You've gotten pretty good at this.
Your trolltag is illuminatingVisionary and you "₮ype in a very elegant and riȼh aȼȼent, keeping in line with the gra₥₥atiȼal nor₥s as is expeȼted oƒ so₥eone oƒ your ȼlass. ¥ou do speak in an estranged way, as iƒ you had spent a long ti₥e in ƒearƒul silenȼe."
"so₥eti₥es you get e₥otional and break your serious de₥eanor, whiȼh is really e₥barassing!!!"
"it then takes you a stupidly long ti₥e to get baȼk into your serious gra₥₥atiȼal ₥ode"
Hey guys, I just found this list of symbols. I've noticed a lot of repeat symbols, and I'd love to see some trolls based off some of these! :O
By the way, I'm on Windows and can't see the zodiac symbols (or half the ones int that list). This makes me hella sad. Does anyone know how I can get them to display?
Last edited by Gunge; 06-15-2011 at 09:31 PM.
> Be the stoic one.
I already am the stoic one, who else would I be?
> Oh… Right.. Well.. Uh. Talk about yourself.
You are now ANGUIS PRAZNO but you already knew that. You are 11 sweeps old. Your LUSUS was a COBRA but he died about 2 sweeps ago. It’s okay though, you have comes to terms with the death of your lusus. You are pretty low on the HEMOSPECTRUM being an RED ORANGE BLOOD. While you personally don’t get the purpose of the hemospectrum, you still respect it, and treat those higher up than you with respect.
You are a proficient fighter, as any troll who expects to survive should be. Your STRIFE SPECUBI is FISTKIND, and RIFLEKIND.
Speaking of RIFLEKIND, that reminds you of something. Oh yes, that was it. Your age.
It is unusual for someone of your age to still be on Alternia, you have actually been stationed here as a token guard. Due to an incident that occurred in combat you can no longer serve the same purpose as you once did. That is, you were an expert marksman. Now they instead decided to keep you on Alternia to keep a look out for any trouble. It’s boring, yes, but you will always respect your orders.
You will never back down from a fight when you are challenged. You used to get in fights a lot (Everyday) when you were a wriggler. You really were one hell of an angry hell raiser. That kind of behavior has calmed down over the years. Now, you don’t really give a fuck about anything. You do your job and live your life. Simple as that.
For now you live in your hive alone on the edge of a forest. It’s a small place but you don’t need much to get by.
You have various scars on your body and one long one on your face. Not that anyone can see the ones on your body, since you always wear a pair of black pants, boots, sunglasses, and a long sleeved shirt. Even though you don’t really have to wear your uniform, you still wear your military issue cap. It keeps the light out of your eyes. It doesn’t make sense why a cap would be useful when you wear sunglasses, but the military did teach you to have backup plan.
Your trolltag is waitingIllusions
You talk in a perfectly normal maner you just never put two of the same leter next to each other in the same word.
No sprite yet.
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The future's always there so pop it, back into it's place. - Chain of Prospit
@ Gunge: Uh I don't know if this counts but I just saw a symbol that is perfect for the guy I just posted on that list.
The future's always there so pop it, back into it's place. - Chain of Prospit
>Be the Empowering Troll
I -|hink -|ha-| is a good name for me.
Your name is Osiran Galint
You have a variety of interests, including extreme roleplaying, gambling, and explosives.
Your Lusus was a Queen Mind Bee, which means your hive is literally her hive, and you live with thousands upon thousands of mind honey producing bees. Your hive is made out of entirely natural compositions, including everything in it. Beemom has provided everything, with you not needing to buy a single thing. This has allowed you to have quite a large hive despite your blood color, your hive more fit for a high green or lower teal blood than a low red like you. It's pretty lucky.
The fact that someone of your low blood got a Lusus of this amazing of breed is rather amazing, but it might have something to do with your power. You are literally a walking bit of Mind Honey. Being near anyone with psychic powers causes their powers to be amplified, as if they just ingested the honey. Luckily most people can control the boost you give. That is, unless you eat the Mind Honey first. Doing that would be stupid though, because it causes anyone around you to amplify their powers past what most can control.
Your power is useless on its own, so you have trained yourself to fight rather well with your grenadeKind, which is almost solely full of a multitude of stun grenades, some using electric shocks to temporarily damage someone’s ability to send message around nerves, others are simple flash bangs. Your favorites are the Chaff grenades, which send out tiny electrical particles that fuck with electronics in the area. Including robotics, which means you have a way to escape those weird trolls with robot parts. You do have more explosive and dangerous grenades, but you really prefer to not risk killing anyone who is a higher blood than you. Which is nearly everyone.
When you FLARP you go by the name of Positron Grenlock, and are of the simple Gamblant class, a class soley devoted to being lucky and finding treasures. You gain literally zero combat abilities as you level up, but as you get to a higher level the loot tables for any adventure you are part of goes up, eventually breaking into giving low level monsters gear which only bosses should have. So you are once again useless without a team, but amazing with one. It’s kind of your thing.
You also have the sneaking suspicion that FLARP is more than it looks, and that things in FLARP can affect reality. More so than just killing you. As in you literally become more like your class, and become more powerful from more than just the practice FLARP gives you. You don't know why you believe this. You just kind of have a feeling.
You also don't wear all black soley because you CAN. You don't actually like wearing colors, but if your FLARP class taught you anything, you should always act to get attention. Though you prefer good attention compared to the attention your class normally gets. So mostly you still wear dark colors. Every bit of your outfit actually has the same hue from the Hemospectrum as your blood, with just different bits of saturation and brightness. You think that's pretty neat.
Your trolltag is psionicEmpowerment and You -|alk using your symbol. |--here is also -| fac-| -|ha-| you double your capi-|al AAs and VVs -|o show you raising power.
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