trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[Strider]

Well I was originally going to have him be a purple blooded mutant that dwells on land due to not being a sea troll due to said mutation, but the person running the rp said sea dweller or gtfo. =_=

Also, any censoring is due to the fuckasses on the other forum who decide that it has to be edited out, although I really don't do all that much swearing outside of rp's, so yeah.

[Thunder Reign]

Haha, alright. Ultimately it boils down to how you play him- I think he sounds fine, so the power shouldn't be that much of a problem at all. <:

[Strider]

Especially If I avoid fights. :33

I have to admit though, I kind of wish I could create a different troll with Psionic powers. And Black Horns and eyes. xD

[Overlard]

>Be the troll who takes EVERYTHING he does very seriously

"!!Of course one must take things seriously there is no other way!!"



You are GERREL MITIUS and you are VERY BUSY. So VERY BUSY. Your relatively calm demeanor at first glance only exists to attract employers. You usually sound very rushed.

You are EIGHT SWEEPS old, and quite the workaholic. You always have some other thing you need to get done. In fact, the thought of NOT having something to work on kinda SCARES you. You work so HARD and OFTEN that you barely even SLEEP. Yet somehow you continue to WORK.

Nix to that, you've been FORCED to stop all that work thanks to your MATESPRIT. You were LOST for purpose for a short while, until a nice RED BLOOD introduced you to a NEW HOBBY. Now you endlessly practice this HOBBY, hoping to get as good as possible at it. In fact, this seems to be almost as detrimental to your health as the overworking thing was. Damn do you need help with taking things too far.

Your opinion on the hemospectrum? You pay utmost attention to it, and always offer to work for HIGHER BLOODS. Of course, being a low RED BLOOD (#6a0e00)means pretty much everyone is higher up than you. Oh well, not like you hate work after all. Or practicing at anything.

How far does your apparent thing with practicing go? Pretty damn far. Whenever someone gets you on a new thing, you instantly TAKE IT TOO DAMN FAR and practice it endlessly to the point of exhaustion. You still retain most of your skills from your working life, but now you put most of your effort into focusing WAY TOO MUCH into one particular skill at a time. This is usually to the DETRIMENT of your health. Once you're FINALLY DONE with practicing a hobby, you instantly jump to a new one. This, however, takes quite a long time. Probably a long enough time for you to get yourself hurt. Badly.

You DO have some regular hobbies now. You enjoy listening to CLASSICAL music, RESEARCHING NEW HOBBIES, and EXERCISING. Yes, exercising. You have to keep in shape for some of your hobbies now! Your usual GAUNT FORM is SLOWLY being fixed up by exercise routines. This has the bad effect of WEARING YOU DOWN ever MORE HEAVILY. In fact, sometimes you FORGET to EAT. This is rather bad. Because then you only realize you're about to pass out from hunger when it's almost TOO LATE.

Your living area? Right, about that....it's absolutely cluttered by all your current projects. Blue prints, designs, half finished things, mostly finished stories. Your hive is currently situated in a rather cold wintery area (Read: Tundra). You like to wear suits anyway, they somehow keep you warm and make you look like an industrious worker. This attracts people to HIRE YOU. And you really NEED THE MONEY, you're DIRT POOR after all. Now you even have it set up so people can hire you for your HOBBIES that you've begun PRACTICING WAY TOO MUCH AT.

Now about your lusus, he's a big ole' mole. He digs underground all the time, constantly setting up tunnels and interconnecting them. You like to use his tunnels to move quickly around the land surrounding your hive. After all, even though you are a workaholic, you prize EFFICIENCY.

Speaking of EFFICIENCY, it's almost as important as WORK is to you. You do things the fastest way you can while still maintaining peak quality. Which also explains your SYMBOL. It is the SIX SIGMA symbol, the prized efficiency output factories and the like strive to achieve. You live your life by SIX SIGMA and try to keep things you make in bulk within ONE STANDARD DEVIATION at all times. Meaning you don't like it when things you do make or mostly unusable due to some deficiency.

But wait! You're a RED BLOOD, right? That means you get a stupid mind power! Well, no. Not at all. You have no mind powers. Probably for the best, they just give the higher bloods another reason to cull you anyway.

Your strife specibus is set to wrenchKind, good for beating the tar out of trolls. Who said a good wrench drubbing never helped? Your fetch modus is assigned as 'EFFICIENCY'. You need to come up with a plan to complete a hypothetical project as fast as possible with the best quality. Good thing you understand MATHEMATICS so well.

Should you come into contact with a certain game, you would be the CLERIC OF ZEAL, in the land of STEEL and SCIENCE

Your trolltag is efficientlyDreadful, and you tend to !!Talk as fast as possible with no time for pauses and you are always in quite a rush!! Though You.Tend.To.Speak.In.A.Rather.Cool.Manner.When.Ang ered.

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Name: Gerel Mitius
Blood: Dark Red (#6a0e00)
Symbol: Six Sigma
Lusus: Molebeast
Hive location: Tundra biome
Strife specibus: wrenchKind
Fetch modus: Efficiency
Typing quirk: Starts and ends with exclamations points, no commas EVER, no periods EVER. So no punctuation. And rarely says I, far more efficient to leave it assumed.

AB sprite by PootPorri!

[antiqueDreamer]

Erm... :3 I has question.

Do I have to make and post a sprite with it? Or can I just post a drawing? Just... asking before I make an ass out of myself. XD;;

[Pootporri]

if its a drawing that's going to stretch the page, spoiler it. other than that, profiles dont require sprites at all, it's just a kind of tradition. it's more of a thing for you to reference and look back at more than anything, even. if they're just individual pictures of your fantroll, then it goes in general chat. if it's a profile; it goes here.

but yeah, standard/tinysprites aren't required at all. drawings work too.

[Insani]

... That sprite is kinda bad. Homestuck bodies are designed to be looking left or right, not right at the screen. Move the face down and to the right a little and it'll look much better.

[rockingCavalier]

>Be the robotro-*hurk* Advise picking a new title, Mmkay?

>Okay, be the greedy troll.



"Actually competent enough to appear as a .png, yes?"

You are now MISERO PECUNA, and you are NOT a robot. You simply happen to be very accident prone, and over the 10.5 Sweeps you've been alive, you've frequently had to get replacements and upgrades to continue your career as a legislacerator ((Can you tell I think it's a cool job?)) and avoid getting culled. You are fully paralyzed from the waist down after falling down some stairs, yet robotic braces have allowed you to continue moving your legs, and a catheter helps your digestive system continue to function. Your arms were severed from fighting one fugitive's lusus, yet you simply got robotic replacements. You lost one eye when you forgot a gun you were using as evidence was loaded, and the other when a certain idiot who will not be named decided he should combine the sport of darts with paper airplanes. Both have cybernetic replacements that are better than the originals, letting you see in multiple spectra of light. Your face and torso were burned by an ornery defendant who somehow had mastered pyrokenesis, and you got metal skin grafts.

All of this makes you appear to be a robot. But you most certainly are not a robot, and you can get very angry when someone refers to you as one. You actually are a very angry person in general. For starters, despite being ludicrously wealthy, (your lusus was a featherneckbeast which could lay golden eggs) your green blood means that will never be able to advance in the social hierarchy makes you automatically resent most highbloods. Second, you have been rendered utterly incapable of filling your quadrants. Being paralyzed from the waist down includes your... "vital regions", and the replacement process for extracting genetic material is far less romantic than the traditional one. While you try to pass yourself off as being too professional for romance, your self-loathing over your disgusting condition can be very obvious, especially when you take it out on others. Interestingly enough, you can still act calmly and rationally when angry, speaking with the same level-headed tone even while you are strangling whoever just told a "robobulge" joke.

Part of the reason your would-be cullers don't look into your replacements and modifications too much is that you are an extremely competent legislacerator. Highbloods already keep you in high demand and offer well-paying bounties to you. Of course, given how you are obsessed with obtaining wealth, you pursue those bounties with utmost dedication. Judges and juries enjoy your crisp, brief, and professional trial behavior, which allows them to finish up the trial and send the guilty to the guillotine for a quick decapitation. Of course, you have a good feeling that many of your defendants are innocent, but you don't really care as long as you get paid. After all, money is all that matters. Sometimes, when you get really angry, a quick swim in your gigantic pool of money helps relax you.

Even though you are well-loved in the courtroom, you are not as accepted outside of it. Those who know you describe you as a greedy, ambitious, arrogant, and cutthroat jerk who will cull his own lusus for the right price. Of course, that's preposterous. You culled your own lusus sweeps ago when it stopped laying those golden eggs! Your style of strict professionalism makes you a social bore. In fact, you are so committed to your job that you leave yourself barely any personal life. Wait, did you even mention that your interests include MONEY, MONEY, AND MORE MONEY? Why would you have any other interests? Hobbies are a waste of time!

You use the JEOPARDY MODUS which groups your items by financial value. You have to find it by its value, and then phrase a question based on the answer. You like to use the AXEKIND specibus to make quick work of anything standing between you and whoever you're looking for.

You conduct business chats under the handle of freelancePeacekeeper. ((I really hope someone gets the reference here)) Tend to keep things short and sweet, and speak interrogatively, eh?

[thestralskulls]

>Be the undertaker.



Not that there are any Troll undertakers, anyway. That would require the act of burying the dead, which doesn't happen. This is just something you've taken it upon yourself to do. You're just Valdis Sarfas.

The something in question happens to be cremating any bodies you find. You also make sure to mark the pile of ashes with their symbol, on the off chance someone is actually looking for this body. It's the sort of thing you wish would have happened to your friend- or at least happened sooner than it did. Two sweeps ago one of your childhood friends got into a(n admittedly justified) duel, and was killed rather gruesomely. Aside from him being a close friend, this wouldn't have been such a problem if his corpse hadn't been left to rot in view of your hive. It got to the point where you couldn't go near any of the windows - or else there he was, bloated with maggots and staring into your hive with dead eyes.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed your oil lamp and summoned up all the grit you could, and ventured out just past your lawnring. The smell proved to be more difficult to get over than the sight of it, but you managed to get close enough to soak his body in lamp oil. Throwing a spark on him was easy. But you couldn't watch him burn. As soon as the spark caught, you made a mad dash back to your hive, slammed the door, and sat on the floor for hours, clutching your face and trying not to cry. Eventually your lusus found you sitting half-asleep against the door with the nightmares just setting in. She managed to get you into your recuperacoon before you drifted off completely, but that only meant that today your nightmares would be filled with dead yellow eyes instead of writhing tentacles.

The next night you packed some essentials and convinced your lusus to accompany you as you wandered. You had no plan; all you knew was that you wanted to give other bodies the same decency. Although you wouldn't realize this for a while, this had less to do with decency and more to do with an extended personal catharsis, but for the moment the reasoning was unimportant.

You would have to operate only at dawn and dusk - your actions could be construed as undue meddling, and you want to avoid any unnecessary fights (although you're more than capable of handling yourself should you enter such a situation); not to mention you're mute. You don't really want to wait until it's too late to find out if muteness is sufficient grounds for culling. Not that there needs to be a reason. But it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

The muteness hadn't really been a problem before anyway, considering most of your friends were made through the introllnet, although you have displayed a low level ability to project your thoughts. This isn't the wisest course, however; you rarely use it and are therefore more than a bit rusty, and wouldn't want to start any otherwise unprovoked conflicts with your inability to control it.

Your constant moving around has made it hard to hold any hobbies, but you do enjoy a certain in-depth virtual reality game that you kept on your husktop. You've made representations of yourself and your friends, and it gives you a semblance of a more normal life. Usually this also helps you realize how boring life would have been if you hadn't left anyway, since none of your friends lived anywhere near you. You're decently skilled with your hands, and are capable of making your own lamps; in fact, this was somewhat of a hobby for you before you left. Your hive was covered in them, all varied in design. You haven't really had the time to make any new ones lately.

Your trolltag is tacitFlames and you tend to... speak with a pronovnced thovghtfvlness.

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name: Valdis Sarfas
age: 8 sweeps
gender: F
blood color: #99cc00
symbol: a simplification of the ancient mayan astrological death sign
lusus: large, anthropoid firefly
strife allocation: lanternkind
typing quirk: replaces all u's with v's, frequent use of ellipses, perfect punctuation but no caps.

oh god first forum post ever
she also appears in my icon.

(i suppose i should have mentioned crit is more than welcome)

[Fishman]

That sprite is kinda bad

One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others.

[ZDG]

That sprite is kinda bad

One should examine oneself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others.

Thank you very much for saying what was bothering my mind for several days.
orz

[InoxFy]

>Be the pirate chick


Your name is NAVARE NEIFIR

Your age is of 7.14 SOLAR SWEEPS. Your blood is MIDNIGHT BLUE, which is a realatively HIGH blood color, but not nearly high enough. You HATE sea dwellers and there tendency to consider themselves superior. You are SUPERIOR to them and are more than willing to demonstrate it by sailing all over their TERRITORY.

Your main interest consists in amassing extraordinary amounts of TREASURE, mostly by ILLEGAL methods. You then place all your treasure in CHESTS and bury them in arbitrary ISLANDS for no apparent reason. You also make MAPS to locate the treasure should you ever forget it's location, but you NEVER actually use them. You also love drinking RUM, and believe that anyone who consumes INFERIOR beverages such as FAYGO deserves to WALK THE PLANK.

Your LUSUS has the form of a PARROT. It can be seen standing on your shoulder at all times and occasionally REPEATS some of the stuff you say. Your HIVE is actually a SHIP, you are constantly SAILING across the OCEAN and flipping off any sea dwellers you come across.

You HATE a lot of things, and you deal with most of the things you hate by making them WALK THE PLANK. You ESPECIALLY hate sea dwellers, unfortunately making them walk the plank is a very stupid idea, that makes you hate them at least 10 TIMES more.

You always carry a CUTLASS attached to your belt, however it is mostly there for DECORATION, as your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to CHAINKIND. Your main weapon consists of a chain with an ANCHOR attached to the end.

Your trolltag is nauticalNightmare, and Ye speak in a piratey accent and tend to say ARRR a lot. Yer statements arrre decorated with a series of horizontal lines at the starrrboarrrd side, representin a plank. All of yer emoticons have a single eye .)___"

[antiqueDreamer]

>Be the romance-stupid troll.



You are ANDISA CLIONA, and you are 6.5 SWEEPS young. Although your blood color appears to be pink, it is a faded MAUVE-ISH COLOR (Hue 0, #804040), placing you in the lower ranks of the Hemospectrum. Not like it matters to you.

You are a fan of ROMANCE stories. This is where the "romance-stupid" part comes in: You refuse to acknowledge blackrom. You see any sort of relationship as RED. However, this does not make you immune to negative emotions so you have likely fallen into the black with a few, yourself. Ironic.

As for personality, you tend to be a conflicting mixture of TIMID but CHEERFUL. You are constantly flushed over any troll you meet that you find ATTRACTIVE, thus you are also SHALLOW. When your advances are rejected, however, you may turn VIOLENT. Flirting takes effort, dammit!

You have the ability of TELEPATHY, but you rarely use it since you don't feel like it.
In fact, you spend a fair bit of your time in your hive reading romantic stories and daydreaming.
Your Lusus is a SWAN. Because of that, you've lived a relatively calm 6.5 solar sweeps so long as you didn't piss her off. You learned the hard way.

You enjoy to watch your friends/neighbors ROLE PLAY. You are too shy to participate, so you observe and run rampant with speculations and shippings. Sometimes you try to interfere, what a nuisance.

Your trolltag is lovestruckAlways and you ❤~~Type with a stupidly elaborate format, but it's so pretty❢ ❧

Oh, and your SYMBOL is a FLORAL HEART. ❦

(For the image I drew, it's either my avatar or this[Spoilered 'cause it's HUEG])

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DERP I MISCOLORED HER HORNS OTL

[Subrosian]

I've never posted here before, so yeah...

This is my current and only fan troll whom I'm using in my Sburb Role Play right now.

sexualAmbiguity

(I didn't draw this.)
Name: Zamiel Lazara
Age: 9.5 Solar Sweeps
Gender: Ambiguous
Blood Color: Dark Purple
Title: Scourge of Lust
Trolltag: sexualAmbiguity
Typing Style: Replaces e's/E's with <3's, precedes and follows sentences with ;o and x; respectively.
Fetch Modus: Opposites Attract - Like a true gender bender, Zamiel must place an object that directly parallels the object they wish to retrieve within the Modus in order to acquire anything.
Strife Specibus: Boardgamekind – The erratic spontaneity of the youthful children’s games can result in a useless weapon or a highly destructive artifact. It is extremely ironic.
Dreamer Status: Prospit
Planet: Land of Chains and Terror
Consorts: Preying Mantises

>Be The Androgynous One:

You are now ZAMIEL LAZARA.

Despite being a HIGHBLOOD, you do not look your nose down onto the TROLLS beneath you and feel that everyone is EQUAL when you SPILL THEIR BLOOD, because everyone BLEEDS and DIES the same. As a result of this PHILOSOPHY it should be known that you are an extremely VIOLENT SADO-MASOCHIST who laughs at the sight of your own BLOOD. You are also HIGHLY EROTIC and are not beneath engaging in SCANDALOUS BEHAVIOR like leaving BUCKETSFILIAL PAILS lying around for other Trolls to stumble across.

You enjoy collecting instruments and devices of TORTURE along with vials of the BLOOD of Trolls you have killed throughout your life. It’s just sort of a thing you fancy staring at from time to time. You live UNDERGROUND in a dungeon with your hideous BEAR lusus that looks to have been stitched together from the body parts of other deceased lusii.

You show no respect to anyone and would rather spill their blood to add to your COLLECTION. Despite your other colorful habits you have a penchant for playing children’s BOARD GAMES to indulge your own ironic form of insanity as you destroy the youthfully INNOCENT. Innocence tastes delicious first thing in the morning.

Your trolling methods are HORRIFYING even by normal Troll standards, making the other members of your species want to STAY FAR AWAY FROM YOU. You can’t quite understand why.

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

> Be the haughty troll.



You are now the haughty troll.

Your name is PONTA APATEI and you are a sea-dwelling HIGHBLOOD. You are 8 SWEEPS OLD and you are always seeking new ways to ENTERTAIN yourself. Your means to accomplish this mainly consist of HUMILIATING and EXPLOITING OTHERS. You use your position on the BLOOD HIERARCHY to help you carry out these endeavors.

You believe in getting things done by ANY MEANS NECESSARY, including but not restricted to COERCION, BLACKMAIL and VIOLENCE. You are VAIN and consider yourself a very CLEVER troll-- though you admit that much of your WIT and CRAFTINESS was passed down to you from your SEA SERPENT LUSUS. She and you live in a rather large UNDERSEA HIVE in a submerged cavern.

You are a troll of many INTERESTS, not the least of which are VIDEO GAMES, ASTRONOMY and COLLECTING SHINY OBJECTS. You consider yourself very SOCIAL but you tend to LOOK DOWN UPON everyone you meet, friends included. You're always playing the CASTE CARD and are not above FLIRTING WITH LOWBLOODS to get them to do things for you-- actually, you find this particular activity MOST AMUSING.

Your strife specibus is FORKKIND. You intended it at first to be TRIDENTKIND, but at the last moment decided that was too MAINSTREAM and PREDICTABLE. You've since acquired some sweet BATTLE FORKS and are a menace at the DINNER TABLE. Meanwhile you hold the BUBBLE FETCH MODUS, which requires you to blow a bubble in the shape of the item you mean to recover.

Your trolltag is potentatePiddock and your speech alѱays has a point to it.


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Name: Ponta Apatei.
Age: 8 sweeps.
Blood: Purple ( #660198 ).
Lusus: Seaserpentmom.
Strife Specibi: Forkkind.
Sylladex: Bubble Modus.
Relationships: N/A at the moment.
Special Qualities: Fairly impervious to psychic powers.
Quirk: Replaces w's with ѱ, speaks with perfect syntax otherwise.

Name Origin:
--PONTA comes from the Latin word PONTUS, meaning BLACK SEA.
--APATEI comes from the Greek mythological figure APATE.

[ZDG]

I think the eyes are way too high on her AB sprite, maybe you should slide them down.

[conspicuouslyKalopsic]

I think the eyes are way too high on her AB sprite, maybe you should slide them down.

All right, done-- and it looks much better now. Thanks!

[Subrosian]

... That sprite is kinda bad. Homestuck bodies are designed to be looking left or right, not right at the screen. Move the face down and to the right a little and it'll look much better.

I don't agree with this assessment at all. I think the sprite looks fine as it is personally.

[ZDG]

I think just moving the facial features down and right should suffice.
Also it needs more hair.

[Flamerider64]

> Be the Prince Regent.

Who? That Walrus? I wouldn't bet your bottom that it'd be worth being him. That plebb has a brain the size of a newborn wrigglebeast's nostril.

> Alright then, be the snide butler to the prince.



Your name is Edrumn Ballid, although you substitue your surname for the famous nickname of your weasly ancestor: "Blackslither". A highly probable esquire, yet you are now a servant to clumsy, stupid, yet chipper brightblooded Gergun.
Oh, and your dogsbody, dung-for-blood Baldik, he's also a dirty idiot, but frankly he's your dirty idiot, gullible and desperate enough to take each and every one of your brief and off the top beatings, both verbal and physical. It's all within good nature though, you find yourself with your head on straighter than anyone else, so you just have to remind everyone of that.

Of course, with your indigo blood, you cannot follow Gergun into the sea, which is just as well he doesn't bother to go there, sometimes he's forced to visit for unexplained reasons, a period which you refer to as "Holiday".

You use ForkKind as your strife specibi, no fancy tridents, just a sharp Toasting Fork you use to remind people that physical pain does indeed hurt more than words. Gergun usually has a few guards kicking about to protect him from killers and such, him and you. Your lusus is a giant Sliterbeast, though nowadays it's more of a pet than a lusus, kept within your quaters along with Baldik's (Dead and digested by said sliterbeast) giant Hampster. Gergun's walrus is kept in more fancy conditions, jokingly, you mention you can never tell the two apart, he's quite a weighty bastard.

Your trolltag is overshadowedDeadpan and A qwirk is not needed to convey your formalities, or your understated insults.

(Blood colour Hexcode: #240072)

[MostlyHarmless]

As a fellow Blackadder enthusiast, I hope you will not object if I offer you my most enthusiastic contrafribblarities.

[nonstopSmiles]

Your name is AQUIDA NEPTUS and you are 7.5 sweeps old.

You are a VAIN VIOLET BLOODED sea dweller. You believe the caste system is the greatest thing ever so you tend to be a SUCK-UP to anyone with blood equal to or greater than your own. And frankly you dislike anyone lower then you on the hemospectrum but that of course does not keep you from trolling them, in fact TEASING LOWBLOODS is one of the few things that entertain you. You like to stuff BOTTLES with junk other trolls lost, you usually look for these things on land. If it were not for this stupid hobby you would probably have no reason to go up on land.

Your legs get ITCHY which explains the scars on your legs and you are also quite CLUMSY. Your horn broke from a SURFING accident which ended with you hitting your head on a rock near the shore this is due to your clumsiness. YOU HAVE NONE OF THE LUCK. You are extremely CARELESS and end up doing things that leave you screwed in the end. Sometimes you picking fights with trolls you can't win against, you talk the talk but when it comes down to it you are a huge WIMP and usually run back to your hive crying.

Your hive is crappy little CASTLE you build not to far into the sea. Waiting in your hive is your FEROCIOUS LUSUS a big fat CATFISH. Ok you know she's not ferocious the most harm she could do is sit on you but you think it's cool to tell trolls otherwise. You FEED your lusus many times a day which she loves, in return she GROOMS you many times a day which you hate.

Your strife specibus is SPRAYBOTTLEKIND, it is completely useless underwater. Carelessness strikes again. You use BOTTLE FETCH MODUS and you have no idea how to explain how it works it involves breaking bottles.

Your trolltag is awkwardEgotist and You tend to :Chat in a manner that''s just as fabulous && awesome as yourself._

[Zrcalo]

have a question about something... am I allowed to repost my troll if he changed alot since the last time I posted him? I cant go back to the prior thread and edit it.

[Thunder Reign]

Yep, go ahead.

[gallivantTrek]

Your name is VAGANY LAUFEN.
(Vagany is Hungarian for track, and Laufen is German for run)


You are a DEDICATED and ADVENTEROUS, but LAZY young Troll, somewhat represented by the fact that you NEVER STOP MOVING, but you love to SLEEP and CHILL on the off chance you actually sit still. You have a goal, like many other young Trolls. Your goal is different, however. At least that's what you think. Your goal is to become a Trollympian and win first place in EVERY FOOT RACE THEY HAVE. Trollympian sports are high stake. The losers are looked down upon and are sometimes even killed. You know the rules. You don't care. You are a little bit of a narcissist, like most trolls, but you are very aware of this and you even tell others when they start thinking bad of you.

Your lusus is somewhat of a coach for you. Whenever you think you can't do something, or you just want to hang out instead of exercise, your lusus is there to help you out. You enjoy her company as she pushes you to your limits.

You have very little interests, but act like you are interested in everything. Some of your ACTUAL INTERESTS include JOGGING, RUNNING, EXERCISING, and TRAVELING. You also do a small amount of ROLE PLAYING, but this might just be one of your FAKE INTERESTS. As previously stated, you like to TRAVEL a lot. You always have since you were a young wriggler. You even asked one of your ACQUAINTANCES to build legs on your HIVE so that it is always moving. Because of your excessive exercises, you are EXTREMELY FAST. No one can beat you in a foot race. You are simply the best there is.

Because you move around a lot, you have a very ACUTE SENSE of WILDERNESS SURVIVAL. You have been to many places on the planet of Alternia, and you have seen many different creatures. Because of this, you know a lot about it's CLIMATE and BIOLOGY.

You like to use your legs for PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING. You sometimes even use your feet to type as an exercise for your toes. You obviously have very strong legs. OBVIOUSLY.

The shoes on your feet are your trusty TROLLYMPIAN TRACK SHOES. You wear them everywhere, and even if you use other shoes from time to time, you always keep them in case you need a back-up pair.



Your trolltag is gallivantTrek and you like to EXerCISE your WORDS so THAT they CAN finISH the EXtra MILE......

Extra Info

Age - 7.6 Solar Sweeps

Quirk - Switches between caps and no caps every other syllable. All punctuation is multiplied by six.

Type of Dreamer - Prospit

Title - Ace of Vim

World - Land of Clout and Moor

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Thanks, Jjay.

Color of Blood - Jade Green Blood (Just like Kanaya's)

Lusus - Mother Grub - Name: RIGVIN

Fetch Modus - "Fetch". This modus allows for quick access to any of your captchalogued items at any time. However, instead of retrieving said item, the sylladex instead throws the item outward in a very fast motion 100% OF THE TIME. This might pose as an annoyance to most users, but for VAGANY, it's NOT MUCH OF A CHALLENGE.

Strife Deck - Shoekind. Yeah, he attacks with his feet. He equips different shoes to make his attacks stronger. Shoes are his weapons. Yeee.

Relationships

Moirail - JAYLEN VERNIX

Kismesis - MAKANI MAKAIA


LAter,,,,,, HOMies......


I made this Trollsona with irony in mind.