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[Katrika]

> Be the weird girl.



Your name is PORIMA GROZAN, and you’re 6 sweeps old. You only leave your hive to get food, but you’re not alone. You’re never alone. For one thing, your lusus hardly ever leaves the hive, either. Then again, she doesn’t do much of anything. Lazy old thing!

…you’re sorry. It’s been correctly pointed out to you that she does do things, just very, very slowly. TORTOISES are like that. You do care for her, though, really, even if she’s not the reason you’re never alone. You’ve got online friends, after all. Not a lot, but they’re there. Some of them are only interested in you because you can tell them the future, but that’s okay. It’s not like you tell them the juicy details anyway. If you did that, your friends might never exist.

No, you’re not talking about your online friends! You’re talking about your future ones. You’ve got the ability to talk to sleeping trolls about 50 sweeps in the future, and several of the trolls you’ve contacted have become your good friends, keeping up a constant stream of comfortable chatter in your head. It’s a bonus for them, too, because they don’t get nightmares when they hitch a ride in your mind! And, of course, they’re more then willing to let you in on all kinds of juicy events in their history and your future.

That’s not to say there aren’t downsides. You live in constant horror that something you do or say will CHANGE THE FUTURE, and thus erase one of your friends from the fabric of existance itself. This is why you hardly ever leave your hive, only talk to a few people, and are very careful about what you say. You don’t think you could live with yourself if one of your friends went away and it was all your fault.

As another consequence of your fears, you fight with a nonlethal weapon, aka WHIPKIND. Any troll you cull could have contributed to the genetic slurry of your friends, after all. And even they didn’t contribute to your friends, you know they must have contributed to someone’s! It’s a horrible thing, realizing that every time someone dies on Alternia, people vanish in the future. A horrible, horrible thing. Why, if you didn't keep to yourself, you'd be utterly CRACKED with guilt!

In your copious freetime you like to READ FANTASY STORIES, preferring the ones intended for SMALL CHILDREN. You like the simple morals in them combined with the adventure, when you yourself can hardly leave your hive without having a PANIC ATTACK. Maybe someday you'll work out the courage to go outside. Maybe.

Because you don't leave you hive to find food, you lusus has to FIND IT FOR YOU. This takes up quite a bit of her time, and you hardly see her around. You feel a mix of annoyance and guilt at this. You'd like to have her around more, but the reason she's gone so much is to take care of you! When she is around the hive, you're often with her, enjoying her attention. You're a bit to big to RIDE ON HER, but that's okay.

You're a pretty good cook (having to do it all yourself), but you're not sure if you would call yourself really PASSIONATE about the subject. Instead, you like learning about other places, having never left your woods. How do people live in deserts, or underwater? What are other planets like? These are the kinds of things that interest you, and you think that perhaps your love of fantasy novels also comes from the worldbuilding involved.

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When you become the WITCH OF LOSS in the LAND OF HEAT AND BRIDGES, you’ll realize that you got many, many things wrong. Like your friends. They aren’t from your future at all. They’re from another timeline entirely, one that just happened to closely mirror your own up to the events of sgrub. You could have TOLD SO MANY PEOPLE SO MANY THINGS AND GOTTEN NO REPRECUSSIONS, YOU MISSED SO MANY CHANCES, BUT IT’S NOT LIKE IT’D HAVE MATTERED ANYWAY, WOULD IT? EVERYONE ELSE WOULD HAVE DIED ANYWAY!

Yeah, it’s not going to be pretty.

Your trolltag is apatheticOracle and we type in a way that isolates o(u)rselves from others.

[Krug]

> Be the team doctor.



Your name is ARSTAK SENDAT, and you are 7 Solar sweeps old. Perhaps you are the only one your age who as actual ASPIRATIONS. All your miserable meaningless existence you have studied to a DOCTOR, not because you like to particularly help people, god no. Instead it is because you happen to have a like for CUTTING THINGS OPEN. You spend your time in your hive castle studying TROLL ANATOMY. You even have the a bust of TROLL HIPPOCRATES sitting in your room. In particular you wish to become a COMBAT MEDIC in the IMPERIAL FORCES, so that way you can at least divulge in some action. When not laboriously breaking your cartilage nubs trying to secure your possible future role in society, you go on your HUSKTOP. There you waste your time playing game grubs or chatting with friends. Even if some of those friends are, ugh, LOWBLOODS.

You admit yourself that you would be a pretty shitty DOCTOR if you can't overcome your natural EGOTISM. Part of you believes that anything below green on the HEMOSPECTRUM is not even worth talking to, and is ashamed that some of your friends online are as such. The other side believes, and knows that they aren't bad people and that blood color only defines what kind of hive you live in. Hey! Just because you aren't SCHIZOPHRENIC doesn't mean you can't frequently argue with yourself.

You also have an uncanny nature to grasp new information with lightning speed, and aren't afraid to flaunt your intellect. You have a reckless, hotheaded side to you when in a tense situation but at other times you are a generally likable guy. To your friends anyway. The only times you FLARP is when you're assured to be the group CLERIC. You usually end up taking it upon yourself to TAKE THE BLAME when something goes wrong.

Your Lusus is a terrestrial HEMOGLOBIN SUCKING MEGA-GRUB, and it doesn't really do much all. Besides writhe around in the basement looking for blood to suck at every moment of the day. To which you have purposefully let a colony of SCAMPERING RODENTS live down there in order to ensure his survival.

Your strife specibus is SCALPELKIND, and you couldn't think of any other way to fight. Most Trolls however, just say you wield a fancy knife. If this confrontation occurs you are always quick to correct them. Your fetch modus is SURGICAL, if you wish to use an object you captchalogue then you must cut through a shell with the same hardness and thickness as the object it encases. If you ever bother to play SGRUB then you would be the KNIGHT OF HEALTH in the LAND OF SWEAT AND TEARS.

Your trolltag is secondOpinion and you replace a cer+ain le++er with the ul+ima+e medical symbol.

Criticism is nice.

[Insani]

>Uh, be the hemospectrum's bitch?

«disrespect me one more time, loʬblood, and i ʬill shoʬ you ʬhat i do to the loʬblood trash that don't respect those that are infinitely greater than them»

>Uh, be the noble seadweller who enforces the hemospectrum?

«that'll do.»



Your name is Selina Wavnar, and you are eight sweeps old. You are a firm believer in the hemospectrum, and believe that all those with blood lower than indigo are worthy only to be slaves. You make sure to act superior to those lower than you, and inferior to those above. You're an assassin, but you only take contracts on those who are equal or lower than you on the hemospectrum.

Your various interests include hunting down the lowbloods who ignore the hemospectrum and sin against the highbloods. You refer to anything below indigo blood as a lowblood. Who cares if a red blood attacks a blue blood? Certainly not you. You also enjoy working as an assassin for hire, and abusing lowbloods, physically or verbally.

You lost your eye in a battle with a certain lowblood a month ago, that goddamn bitch. She had killed over 100 lowbloods. You couldn't care less about her, until she began assaulting seadwellers. It was then that you began your pursuit of her. She tried to hide herself from you, but that went just about as well as her attempt to hide her dark red blood.

This was a relatively minor injury compared to your others. In your many hunts against those who are your inferiors, you have suffered a multitude of injuries. Luckily for you, you have a friend who is skilled with technology, mostly robotics. Thanks to him, instead of dying from all your injuries, you are still alive, although with most of your organs replaced with metallic counterparts. A lot of your skin has also been replaced with metal, you wear a long black dress to hide this fact. You're not quite sure why he helps you, as he is quite a bit above you in the hemospectrum. Perhaps your noble quest against lowbloods has won his trust. You try not to ponder this too long, as you are never able to figure out a good reason as to why he likes you.

You are relatively skilled with your weaponry, and you have several strife specibi. Although you originally had only one, you've managed to steal some from your various kills. The first is SUBMACHINEGUNKIND, which you dual wield and use for most purposes. You aren't very accurate with them, however. The second is GRENADEKIND, which is sweet but sucks as a main specibus, which is why it's owner was a particularly easy kill. Your third specibus is BLADEKIND, which you enjoy a lot, but isn't as useful as SUBMACHINEGUNKIND. Your fourth and final specibus is GIANTHAMMERKIND, which limits itself to large hammers that cannot be dualwielded by anyone who isn't freakishly strong.

You live near a few of your acquaintences, your robot-creating friend, and your inferior, yet useful, ally who supplies you with the ammunition you need to annihilate lowbloods, for a price.

Your lusus is a creature that humans would call a 'Penguin', except it has a crown on it's head. That is to say, the crown is part of it's head and cannot be detached without killing your lusus. Which would be a bad idea. Five crystals made of it's blood, or just look like it's blood, you're not quite sure which, take place on said crown.

You wield the MENU MODUS, which forces you to travel through several annoyingly glitchy menu before you can retrieve your items.

Your trolltag is amphibianAssassin and you«type ʬith a ʬavy accent, making use of your symbol.»



Summary:

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Name: Selina Wavnar
Gender: Female
Type: Seadweller
Blood code: #440044
Lusus: Penguin with crown fused to it's head, decorated with 5 crystals of the same color as it's blood
Trolltag: amphibianAssassin
Quirk: Sorrounds messages with « and », replaces w with ʬ, her symbol.
Strife Specibus: SUBMACHINEGUNKIND, GRENADEKIND, BLADEKIND, and GIANTHAMMERKIND.
Age: 8 sweeps
Fetch Modus: Menu Modus, forces her to go through several layers of frustrating menus to retrieve her item

[sjasogun]

NOTE: Because I am horrible with sprites I hope somebody wants to make it for me. (please?)

Name: Kubera Alatyr

Trolltag: luminousSorcerer

Appearance: Kubera has big and happy eyes and has generally messy hair. He wears a dark blue robe and has two horns that look a bit like a Iota (right picture) upside-down curving outwards.

Description: Alatyr is a withdrawn but friendly troll who likes relaxing more than anything else. He lives on a small island in the middle of the ocean with his lusus, a Jewel Lizard. Within the mountain of the island lies a jewel, the Alatyr, that gives off positive energy causing plants and animals to flourish around it. It has always been the duty of the Alatyr to protect the jewel they were named after against the trolls who were foolish enough to try and take it away. Although Kubera's ancestors had to fend off attackers frequently the attacks on the island have subdued since then. Kubera has a knack for sorcery and frequently finds himself in a bad situation due to a spell gone wrong.

Personality: Kubera has a strong bond with his lusus and all living beings on the island. This doesn't mean he is a pacifist though; this bond only stretches out to his island. He is always joyful but when the island and the Alatyr are in danger he abandons his carefree attitude and becomes extremely serious. He enjoys FLARPing in his free time when he isn't busy thinking of new spells that frequently go wrong.

Typing Quirk/text color: (00AF42) Kǖbξra typξs his ǖ's with a macron and an ǖmlaut to makξ thξm look like little facξs. Hξ also tξnds to spξak with a rξally wξird and ǖndξtξrminablξ accξnt Ξvξry now and thξn.

Shirt symbol: A Sampi (ϡ)

Lusus: A Jewel Lizard

Strife Specibus/Weapon: Staffkind/Wooden staff (both for hitting and magic)

[ombrophilia]

Your name is AMANDA CAROLI. At least, that's what you would PREFER YOUR NAME TO BE. Your actual name is AMANDA PHEERE. It's a secret you DON'T KEEP PARTICULARLY WELL, but fortunately most of your friends SEEM TO RESPECT IT.

Your NOMENCLATURAL CONFUSION arises from your lusus, NICHOLAS JAPERY, who is an ENORMOUS AMPHIBIAN and A BIT OF A PRANKSTER. He has made growing up a much bigger challenge than you expected, but YOU STILL LOVE HIM.

In fact, you make a habit of loving, or at least liking, A LOT OF PEOPLE. You wouldn't call yourself a VILLAGE TWO-WHEELED DEVICE, but you have a LARGE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS which may mean you are one of the MOST COMMUNICABLE TROLLS IN EXISTENCE. When you aren't PESTERING YOUR CHUMS, you spend your time READING HIGH TROLL FANTASY, MAKING REFERENCES that are NOT ALWAYS APPROPRIATE for the situation at hand, and EXPLAINING YOUR JOKES so your intent is always PERFECTLY CLEAR. You also have a passion for FIDUSPAWN, but you try to keep that UNDER WRAPS. You HAVEN'T BEEN VERY SUCCESSFUL so far. You're kind of bad at keeping secrets.

Your strife specibus is hammerKind and your fetch modus is heavily based on Fiduspawn. This is possibly why it's so hard for you to keep your love of Fiduspawn a secret. Your trolltag is hydraulicCuriosity and you prreferr speaking with a hint of rrefinement.

(In the interest of proper credit, a friend of mine without a forums account made her sprite because I lack even the most basic of artistic abilities. And of course if you want to criticize Amanda, go ahead.)

[Dragongirl30894]

-> Be the gender ambiguous creeper.


Your name is Aramis Maphro, and that pretty much sums up what you are. But you'd much rather be refered to as a 'wandering artist'. You see, you travel throughout Alternia, searching for hives. And when you find them, you camp close to them, and observe the troll that lives there, taking notes about his or her behavior and personality, and taking colorless pictures of them, many many pictures. When you think you have enough notes and a good picture to work with, you paint over the picture with many colors, changing the troll on the picture by adding whatever you feel that might help represent the way they are. Wings, tails, fur, feathers, more horns, more fangs, anything. And with the final product done, you take one last picture of it -you keep a record of all your works, you see-, and then deliver it to the front door of that troll. Most of the times your picture just gets ripped to shreds or burned, or simply tossed away, but you've seen a few times where the subject knew how to appreciate a good work of art, and you even saw your work framed once! You were so proud of yourself that night.

But anyway. Implied there are a few of your interests. Painting, camping, taking pictures and notes. That's three of four, depending on how you count it. You can also hunt and sneak around rather well. Sometimes food runs short when you're camping by some troll's window. And occasionaly you have to hide, if the current subject ends up suspicious of something. Unfortunately, that didn't work one time, and that's how you lost your left eye and fangs. You were almost done with your notes on an indigoblood, and was ready to start painting his picture, when you let your guard down and got caught. He beat the living shit out of you, just like you knew he'd do, took out your eye, broke your horn off all the way to the very base, broke your fangs off, your nose, and just pretty much beat you until you could barely move. Or so he thought. You were faking it all along, pretending to be weaker than you really were, and when he thought you'd bleed to death and turned his back to you, you attacked him, and crippled him. Now he has to go around in a wheelchair.

Oh no, don't think you didn't get out of it with only scars. No, you lost your lusus, your left arm was never the same, you lost your sense of depth almost completely, and your left horn has a permanent crack through it, and breaks easily. But you got used to all of it. And luckily, you're right-handed. And now you have nifty scars all over your left side and arm, and a few on your leg. You wake up with them stinging badly every now and then, but it's nothing a bit of sopor can't fix. Oh yeah, after that day, you started eating sopor slime whenever your scars hurt too much, or when you need an extra inspiration. And that made you almost permanently chill. Now, the only situation that'd be able to get that natural troll violence out would be something close to that night you got caught. A situation of extreme pain, that endangers your life. Otherwise, you'll just avoid violence for the most part, and if you really have to, you try to be quick, and cause as little pain as possible. Like when you hunt animals, for example. You knock them out before killing them.

What? Your gender? Who cares. You know what gender you are, but it's not like it's important. It doesn't make a difference for trolls. Your voice in androgynous, you're as flat as a board, you don't have long eyelashes, etc. It's pretty much impossible to tell your gender without seeing you naked or knowing you better. Which is rare anyway. You only made an effort to befriend those that liked your artworks, and even then you're not that close to any of them. But on the rare occasions you talk to someone on Trollian, you use the tag rogueMaestro, and you dont really bother with proper punctuation much. And on the even rarer occasions that you end up actually interacting with someone, you put on an eyepatch, because you know your eyes looks weird.


Hm, what else? You mentioned fighting, so you might as well say your Strife Specibus. You make do with paintbrushKind. But don't be fooled. You did cripple that indigoblood, didn't you? That's because you have a paintbrush that's basically a knife with a brush on the other end. It's useful. And sometimes you even use it to paint swirls with the blood of whatever animal you killed. On the animal's fur. ... Anyway. Your Fetch Modus is the simple Array Modus. You used to have the Miracles Modus, but it was too cubbersome, even if it was pretty to look at. You got the Array one from the guy you crippled. And uh, you think that's it, right?

TL;DR

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NAME: Aramis Maphro
BLOOD COLOR: orange (#e95d0f)
GENDER: female actually
INTERESTS: painting, camping, taking pictures and notes, hunting, sneaking
LUSUS: dead
FETCH MODUS: Array
STRIFE SPECIBUS: paintbrushKind
TROLLTAG: rogueMaestro
QUIRK: only uses commas and periods for punctuation

[Klown]

> Be the musician ancestor

Your name is KLAWVIER NIGHTIER and you are a young troll adult. 14 sweeps old, approximately. After a quite cool life on Alternia as a young troll kid, you joined the ALTERNIAN MILITARY FORCES on the conquer of new planets. It didn't turn so well, so you quit. Now you are a MURDERSICIAN, the occupation you ever wanted. You just make MUSIC to entertain other trolls on COLONIES or stuff like that. It's not a really respectful job, but you like it.

Unbeknownst to you, actually are the ANCESTOR of a LITTLE TROLL teen on Alternia. A record of your songs eventually will fall over the space to the motherland and your music will influence the little one to get a taste of ELECTRONIC MUSIC. Just like you would want.

When in ALTERNIA, you were quite fond of your RELATIONSHIPS. Your kismesis was a PAIN IN THE ASS, but you would tolerate and hate her until the IMPERIAL DRONE passed on. After that, you lost contact. Your matesprit, a indigo-blooded sweet mtoherfucker, on the other hand, was your MAJOR INFLUENCE in your entire life. You dress like him and acquired your taste of electornic music because of him. The end of your relationship did not go so well, sadly.

Your relationships turned the adult you into a little EXOTIC behavior. You are a quite babbling troll, talking a lot, fast and frequently alone. You are a lot ENERGIC too, moving a lot while talking (even with yourself) and occasionally getting into fights.

When on Alternia, your trolltag was alternativeClownstep and you woulD talK likE youR futurE littlE versioN.

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Name: Klawvier Nightier
Trolltag: alternativeClownstep
Blood Color: Green
Lusus: Lion (called "Otto")
Fetch Modus: Record Modus. Your items are recorded on a LP and you have to scratch it to get your stuff.
Strife Specibus: Knifekind
Age: 14 solar sweeps
Quirk: lasT letteR capitalizeD.
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SGRUB Land: --

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> Be the fucking matesprit highblood

Your name is KAPRYL TRIKEN and you are a indigo-blooded sweet teen. You are almost EIGHT SWEEPS OLD, meaning that soon the drones are going to knock on your hive's door. But you are not a lot preoccupied. Despite you don't have a kismesis yet, you have a very nice MATESPRIT. You love him, really, and you're teaching him every trick to be sweet you know. In the future, when both of you are adults, you would CHEAT ON HIM and things will not go well.

But that's the future, isn't it? Now you're just a sweet teen.

You can get quite VIOLENT when provoked. Your short temperament uses to get in the way when you try blackrom. Your possible kismesis always GET KILLED, sadly. Although that, you use to be kinda lazy. Unlike your matesprit, you talk with a slow voice with a WEIRD ACCENT, and speak only when you guess it's necessary.

Your hobbies involve getting into MUSIC HOUSES to appreciate the sound. In one of these you got to meet your matesprit for the first time. It's nice. You like a lot to HUNT WILD ANIMAL or LUSII in the forests next to your hive. Seeing their blood is such a pleasure for your eyes.

Your trolltag is (was) acidXenophobic and you rreally have a weirrd accent, whissperring sstuff and talking sslowly

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Name: Kapryl Trinker
Trolltag: acidXenophobic
Blood Color: Indigo
Lusus: A deaf goat
Fetch Modus: Keyboard Modus. You have to make the right notes according with which item you want.
Strife Specibus: Clawkind
Age: 8 solar sweeps
Quirk: doubling r and s becausse of yourr accent
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SGRUB Land: --

Crit would be appreciated.

[ZDG]

You are almost NINE SWEEPS OLD, meaning that soon the drones are going to knock on your hive's door.

They do that a lot earlier. You're already in the fleet at nine sweeps if i remember well, since 9 sweeps is around 20 years old.

[Thunder Reign]

We can't put a definitive age on when the drones come. For the sake of simplicity, and facilitating roleplay, it's easier to say the drones come at about 10 sweeps.

[Klown]

You are almost NINE SWEEPS OLD, meaning that soon the drones are going to knock on your hive's door.

They do that a lot earlier. You're already in the fleet at nine sweeps if i remember well, since 9 sweeps is around 20 years old.

Hmm, thanks, changed it to seven. Is it fine now?

Anyway, I guess 7 is a more appropriated age for him, if each sweep is approximately 2.2 years.

[ZDG]

Hmm, thanks, changed it to seven. Is it fine now?

A wee bit too early but yes, fine.

[Agmund]

>Be the… garish skater troll.

Sprite made by ZDG

Your name is Beatoy Clutch, you are eight sweeps old and have a very select group of interests, most of which are rather odd for a troll. Obviously included in those is fashion, though it’s less prominent, and you don’t actually care about looking fashionable. You just like bright colors, and sticking out. This is okay because you are a Sea dweller, so no one can really tell you to stop sticking out.

Your second interest is obviously SKATING which is a major interest of yours. As in, major enough that you moved from your hive in the ocean to on just on a beach, which had the occupants ‘cleared’. As in you culled them and moved in. This was because skating is impossible underwater, so obviously you needed to move to land to be able to further your interests. You are extremely good at what you call ‘aggressive’ style skating, to the point that some people believe you are a mutant because of the tricks you pull off. But there is a reason for this. That you will explain later.

Your third interest is ART. No not that frilly ‘oh I paint pictures’ art, nor that ‘I cover my walls in blood and claim it is art’ art. You specifically enjoy TAGGING, as in spraying paint onto surfaces to make words or pictures, despite it not being your own to spray on. You are also quite good at this, though that is simply from your dedication to the art of proper tagging. You enjoy mixing your skating and tagging together to use your skating skills to reach higher places.

Your final interest is music, either of a techno of rock genre. These get you quite pumped. You cannot sing, nor play any instruments however, so this interest is purely something for you to LISTEN to. Not that you mind that. You are already good at two things, no need to be good at any more. Plus, you mostly listen to music through your IGRUB while you are already skating or tagging.

Alright, you mentioned that you had something special about you earlier, which let you skate impossible things. Well, you can do this because your legs had the entirety of their muscle ripped out, and you opted to get an extremely expensive implant of extremely high tech robotic muscle to replace it. This means that your legs easily have strength far above how skinny they are. You also replaced bits of your leg bones with robotic replacements, which means your legs do not break when you land from heights you can jump to.

This helps your skating because you are able to jump to heights that let you land fifty or sixty feet away, and keep going. It also means you can nearly defy gravity by skating up walls using a special move which involves spinning, and slowly kicking your way up the building. Though that’s very tiresome. You can do many tiresome moves like that.

You probably expect to use legKind, or skateKind, but no your weapon is your trusty spraypaintKind. You fight by spraying people in the face with your blood based paints (albeit ones mixed in a ton of chemicals, to keep it from coagulating, as well as raise the PH to an acidic level). You also use the same paints to tag, so it’s pretty interchangeable.

You may or may not have anti-hemospectrum beliefs, or at least rebellious thoughts. You get away with that by claiming your art is just… art. You would never actually cause any problems for either side of the spectrum, and are quite happy as long as you keep your freedom to express yourself. So you are perfectly loyal unless the Empress decides to suddenly outlaw fun.

Your trolltag is gallfulGuerillas and you talk ຟith yՓປr Փຟก bit Փf taggєr stylє.

In a SGRUB session you would be the designated King of Laws of the Land of Glamor and Walls. (Random land generator for title and land) You would also end up being a Prospit dreamer.

[Thunder Reign]

>Be the nnnnnnnnnnnnn


art by serious pirate

NO. STOP. GET THAT DEVIL CONSONANT AWAY FROM YOU.

Your name is STEVEN NNNNNN, and the foul letter has haunted your existence from day one. You believe it is the cause of all your woes, even the ones that logically wouldn't be impacted by it; your bizarre horn shape, your speech impediment, your lack of luck in life and your third leg. What? Oh, yeah, that's a thing you totally have. Sucks, doesn't it? But it's alright- it has lead to your PERSONAL GROWTH as one of the STRONGEST RUNNERS ON ALTERNIA. Even if you look really, really ridiculous when doing so.

It's just not fair! You like to think you have everything else set out for you wonderfully, including your sculpted physique and bountiful intellect. But that demon, that letter N, it casts a shroud over you. It seems to never leave; perhaps you were cursed as a wiggler? You have looked into the OCCULT ARTS as a way of trying to find out how to disspell it's hold, but so far you have had NO LUCK. You have attempted a homemade remedy of excluding the dread letter from everything you type, and go around Alternia graffiti-ing road signs that include it. This often gets you in trouble, but you fend others off with your mKind. Wait, what? Yes, that's right- your other method of lifting this curse is to idolize the letter M, and use it whenever you can. You've even gone and built yourself a giant M out of iron to use as your specibus.

Your trolltag is mammothMammaries, and you replace all instamces of the DREAD LETTER with m, the famtastic amd best letter of them all; that beimg said, you chose your tag out of respect for your favorite letter, amd you sort of regret it im retrospect.

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you asked for it

[Zakrael]

Oh my gog that is hilarious. =D

[MostlyHarmless]

You believe it is the cause of all your woes, even the ones that logically wouldn't be impacted by it; your bizarre horn shape, your speech impediment, your lack of luck in life and your third leg.

Oh my...

[mediokreKarapase]

That is pretty much the greatest troll name ever.

[Krug]

That is pretty much the greatest troll name ever.

This pretty much has to be one of the greatest Trolls ever.

[Quincunx]

Your name is CORRON BAERNA and at 9 sweeps you /should/ be preparing to leave the planet, and should have your quadrants sorted out and specibus perfected, but you have not, because you should not be alive.

When you were a grub, you were selected to be CULLED for your sickliness and taken to a spot in the caverns accessible to older trolls who wanted a live, squirming snack. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, you were picked up by a crazed anti-spectrum REVOLUTIONARY who allowed you to grow to maturity, acting almost as your LUSUS. Your real lusus is a useless creature, stupid and forgetful to the point that if it had attempted to raise you itself, you would have surely died from hunger. All the same, it is rarely there even to be sit around on its useless tail, and spends most of its time gallivanting around in the ocean, far from your hideout.

Grubs are not culled for no reason, of course. Your HEALTH is generally very poor, especially your CIRCULATION. Sometimes it’s bad enough that you can’t even stand, let alone swim like a proper seadweller. Not only that, you are also MENTALLY RETARDED, and essentially a giant wiggler who cannot ever hope to care for himself. Though your guardian does his best, he is frequently absent on his hopeless campaigns, and you are left alone with his more traditional matesprit, who doesn’t like you much, in the same way that fire is rather hot and the sun is just a bit bright. Fortunately you are not hard to please and can appreciate they beauty in everyday life, in your own very special way. You can spend hours tracing your finger along the grain of the wood that makes up the floor of your respiteblock. You don’t need any fancy technology to make you happy, but you sure do love SQUIDS. They are your favorite animal and it makes you sad that you have to eat them.

Needless to say you have no fighting ability whatsoever. The most you could ever hope to do to an assailant is poke them in the eye with your HORNS by accident. Even if you hadn’t been raised by a criminal, you would still have to stay hidden all the time, lest you be culled on sight. Your communication with the outside world is limited to the people you speak with on Trollian, and even then you’re always careful not to tell them where you are. Not that you really know that yourself.

Your trolltag is abandonedCrown and ‘( theres not much going on between your horns )’

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Name: Corron Baerna
Age: 9 sweeps
Blood Color: Clairvoyant (#480656)
Height/Build: 6’1” tall, thin and bony
Title:
Symbol: Astrological sign for Corona Borealis
Lusus: Aquatic feline creature with large feathery gills
Strife Specibus:
Fetch Modus:
Moon: Prospit
Land:
Consorts:

[Krug]

Your name is ASMATU MUNTOR, and you are 6 sweeps old. You have a natural need to constantly TINKER with things. Your room is filled with various machines and devices BUILT from the ground up by you. And when there is nothing left to build, then you can be found busy using your husktop making the PLANS for another machine. Most of these contraptions are INCREDIBLY DEADLY as they are IMPRACTICAL, considering that you don't have many enemies. In fact you are pretty well liked by just about everyone you've come across, but then again you don't talk to people that much. Instead you prefer to bury yourself in your hobby, lock the doors to your LAWNRING, and shut yourself off from the world. Maybe have a chat over the internet every so often. To sum it up nicely, you are an INTROVERT. Though this doesn't mean that you won't venture outside, it just doesn't happen often. It also doesn't mean that you'll just ignore other trolls when you do meander outdoors, you just don't have the COURAGE to start any conversations. Though when you actually do get involved in VOCAL COMMUNICATION, trolls find you pretty easy and enjoyable to talk to.

>Ask about the plate on your face.
What, this thing? It's nothing much, just an implant to replace the half of your face that was blown to bits in THE ACCIDENT. You have a robotic arm as well, both built by you of course. Let's just say you also like DECONSTRUCTING and MODIFYING machinery as well, and something went terribly wrong with a MIND HONEY system you were working on.

You don't really like to talk much about that day.

>Okay. Back to the rest of your description then
You generally don't like to get angry at people, unless they have truly wronged you. Though you can't count for the various DEADLY MACHINES that you build, or your Lusus, who happens to be a rabid BURROW BEAST. Her name is BETSY. In fact, unlike everything else in your LAWNRING, you are pretty complacent with any situation thrown at you, and as such don't FLIP THE FUCK OUT easily. A calm, nonchalant demeanor is your calling card, unfortunately some misread this as NOT GIVING A DAMN though.

Your fetch modus is BLUEPRINT. Which requires you to obtain the diagnostics of an item before using it. It makes try to use some items like getting kicked in the bone buldge. Your strife specibus is WRENCHKIND.

If you were to play SGRUB you would be the ENGINEER OF LIFE, in the LAND OF RUST AND COGS. Your consorts would be FLIES and you would be a PROSPIT dreamer. And you would be your group's ECTOBIOLOGIST.

Your Trolltag is inventingIntroversion and you speak 1ike y0u rea11y are a machine, y0u kn0w?

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NAME: ASMATU MUNTOR
BLOOD COLOR: Green (#668700)
GENDER: Male
INTERESTS: Inventing, Dismantling, Modifying, Tinkering
LUSUS: Mole
FETCH MODUS: Blueprint
STRIFE SPECIBUS: WrenchKind
TROLLTAG: inventingIntroversion
QUIRK: Rep1aces the 1etter "1" with 0ne and the 1etter "0" with 0.

[Gunge]

There are so many trolls with half-masks now, haha.

[castratedDeinonychus]

>Be the kid with the horns.

Your name is COURTI STUHAC, and you are 7 solar sweeps old. You have RICH, INDIGO BLOOD but you've never cared for the hemospectrum, because fellow blue-bloods have tried to cull you many, many times.

You've always been the SMALL TROLL of the litter, and as such you've had to demonstrate sufficient degrees of FEROCITY, VIGOR, and MARTIAL PROWESS in order to avoid being culled. Although no one has tried in a long time, you still hold a degree of bitterness towards your caste, and you generally find it easier to associate with lowbloods. Still, deep down, you dream of one day becoming a STRONG, VIRTUOUS member of the nobility, finally earning the respect and acceptance you deserve.

When you FLARP, you are everything you would like to be: BOLD, COURAGEOUS, and of course CHIVALROUS. In your sopor-induced dreams you protect the MEEK and the DOWNTRODDEN, which is of course completely unacceptable as a member of the nobility. In fact, your peers have tried to kill you for this exact reason--in character, of course--but your proficiency with your SPEARKIND SPECIBUS has proved sufficient to evade DEATH BY FLARPING. Generally speaking you try to lay low. Because, you know, it's not always in your best interests to stand out.

You currently live in a modest, surface hive with your embarrassingly doting CAMEL-SPIDER lusus. Although intimidating in stature, she is showing her age and as such you do your best to take care of her. When you were younger, you never told her about your fears of being culled—it would break her heart.

Your FETCH MODUS is the DOUBLE HELIX MODUS, which is actually pretty terrible. Sylladex cards are arranged a double helix, which "unzips" down the middle. Basically half of your inventory is thrown to the ground every time you need something. You might get around to changing it. You go by the trolltag loneCastiglione, and you tend. to type in short sentences. becasue you dont like standing out

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[ZDG]

His blood looks more light blue than indigo

[Renegade Electron]

[AU]


Your name is MUTANO DIFFER.

You have MUTANT BLOOD that is CANDY RED, which has given you a THIRD EYE. Having THREE EYES helps you with your PRIMARY INTEREST, which is to say, RUNNING AWAY FROM CULLERS. You constantly-


PV: -(there)-(we)-(go)-(another)-(mutant)-(culled)-

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I've noticed there's been a tendency with mutants to have people say that they would be culled, and since I had a fantroll who was a culler, I decided to make a mutant who actually DID get culled.

[ZDG]

[Insani]

>Be the idiotically luck-obsessed troll

i 5ugge2t y0u don't try y*ur 1uck, name1y because y0u d*n't have any.

>Be the badass gambler?

thi$ i$ much b3tter.



Your name is Tantin Golukk, and you are 7 and a half sweeps old. You are usually much happier than you are today, but your mood coin landed on the sad face. Which means you have to be in a negative mood all day. You're not very good at that. As you may guess, you are obsessed with chance. You flip a coin to decide your mood. You flip a coin to decide if your enemies live or die. Your live revolves around gambling. Because, as you would say, chance is just a moth3rfuck!ng mir4cle.

Your interests include gambling, beating up lowbloods, discussing the motherfuck!ng m!rac13 that is chance, and burning down the houses of lowbloods. You also, sometimes, like to partake in very unclassy actions, especially for one of your class. You sometimes like to FLARP, which you are quite good at. However, you used to be a much more active FLARPER, but your extremism and murderous joys tend to make it rare for you to find people to play with.

Your lusus is an incredibly docile Musclebeast, so much so that the slightest raising of your voice causes it to pee on the floor. Due to this, you try to keep your voice calm. He isn't very smart, so he didn't manage to teach you a lot, but he's still a good caretaker. You try to maintain a chill, calm tone of voice at all times, as to not scare him.

You, being an indigoblood, aspire to be a SUBJUGGLATOR. You're sure you're capable of this, as you have extremely potent physical abilities and skills. However, due to your obsession with chance you use the CHANCEKIND specibus, which only accepts weapons that have random effects, or chances of random effects. This limits you, or at least your current weapon, the FLAMINGUN does, because when it activates it's fiery bullets, it also lights on fucking fire. Seriously. It lights on fucking fire. Luckily, you still have your ENCHAGGER, which randomly causes several types of damage unto your enemy, poison, burning, cold, explosive, and psychic damage. However, it's really fucking tiny, as it's a dagger. And you don't have two of them, so you have to use one of these tiny little things. And what kind of idiot dualwields a dagger and a rifle?

You live in a large mansion that literally collapsed onto itself a sweep after it was built, because you are fucking horrible at architecture. Luckily, you were able to sort of repair it, but it's still all smashed up and wrecked, so you enjoy being outside of it most of the time.

You actually aren't as mirthful and chance-obsessed as you seem. You actually tend to be a really serious guy, which sometimes shows when you get pissed. You, frankly, think the mirthful messiahs are bullshit, but you also believe that every blood caste besides your own is inferior, and you believe your true place is within the ranks of the SUBJUGGLATORS, so you don a mirthful personality and obsession with chance, and attempt to fool trolls into thinking you're serious about it. So far, you've proven to be a good actor, but when you get really enraged sometimes your main personality shows.

Your modus is the GAMBLING MODUS, which randomly cycles through several effects: Not giving you the item, giving you the item, giving you the item covered with piss, giving you the item with a free diamond, giving you the item frozen, making the item drop down on you from above, shooting the item at you, whacking you with the item and then giving it to you, giving the item to the person nearest to you, and giving you the item with a horrible PARASECTIST. You hate this modus, but it's the only one that gives you the full m*th3rfuck!ng m!racle experience. When you're not in the mood for this bullshit you just take the item.

Your trolltag is vegasEquinox and you
type with a r4ndom 50rt 0f 4cc3nt, th4t tru1y 1et$ y*u 3%per!3nc3 4l1 th3 motherfucking mirac1e2. $0metime2 y0u 1ik3 to chill 84ck and watch 4ll the
m*therfuck!ng m!r4cle2
m0therfucking miracle$
m0th3rfuck!ng m!r4cle2
motherfuck!ng mir4cl3s
motherfucking m!racles
m*th3rfuck!ng m!r4cles

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Name: Tantin Golukk
Trolltag: vegasEquinox
Color: #330055
Specibus: CHANCEKIND, only weapons that have random effects
Modus: GAMBLING
Quirk: randomly replaces certain letters, randomly adds colors