trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

**Nimblejack** · 07-06-2011, 06:24 AM

> Be the clean one.

You are now Ursari Mysoma . You are very clean.

You live in the northern wastes of Alternia with your Lusus, an Alternian Polar Bear.
You spend most of your time obsessively cleaning your hive, or researching some variety of pathogen.
Your interests are cleaning, diseases and medicine.
When you grow older perhaps you might join the Alternian Combat Medic Corps, or the 1st Pathogenica.
Currently you use your time researching for such vocations, by way of your in-hive biolaborium.
You like to FLARP as your group's healer when not busy, but only on a computer or husktop. The outdoors has too many possible vectors of infection to be considered safe. It's better to stay indoors. Fiduspawn was a horrific experience, and you stay away from the entire fanbase to be sure.
You also have strong germophobia.

Concrits appreciated.
Also, looking for an all-troll RP to join. Preferably at the start, but I'm flexible. All I ask is that it doesn't sink half-way through.

**ZDG** · 07-06-2011, 06:28 AM

Originally Posted by Nimblejack

germophobia.

Hypocondria
unless he hates germans

**Nimblejack** · 07-06-2011, 06:32 AM

Originally Posted by ZDG

Originally Posted by Nimblejack

germophobia.

Hypocondria
unless he hates germans

Hypocondria is just pathological self-diagnosis.
Mysophobia is also colloquially known as Germaphobia, so it's allowed. (also, it's easier and faster to spell.)

Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypochondriasis
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysophobia

**magnetoHydroDynamics** · 07-06-2011, 07:19 AM

> Be the soldier.

I am not a mere soldier.

> Be the one who rides by day.

picture taken 3 sweeps ago, on Galaymedea.

You are Phiuci Ocauda, the Inquisiseditionist.
You are tasked by her Imperious Condescension, along with the others of the Inquisiseditionist Corps, to ride by day and slay any dayprowling monsters that might endanger the general populace.

You are 16 sweeps old, and have spent at least half of those in harsh military training and you have served in the resent conquest wars in the Galaymedea cluster.
You are a devoted warrior, and a sharp tactician and with anything pointy in hand every enemy of the Empire have better watch their skin.
Even if you are utterly defeated, they better make sure to double tap.
Because you can heal, like no other.
Once you had an arm ripped off at the academy, and it grew back! It took a month, sure, but the point is it did.
You have survived laser shots to the head (with only slight memory loss), impalement though the chest and severance of limbs.
And you have the scars to show for it.
The quick regeneration also provides a means to train INSANELY HARD, making you one of the strongest and most agile trolls in the army.

Your STRIFE PORTFOLIO holds needlekind, which you use for the green quills made by your EQUISTIC QUILLBEAST MOUNT LUSUS. It holds lancekind which you use for jousting and spearkind which you use for close combat.
You FETCH MODUS is set to the mandatory ARMY INVENTORY KIND, which is boring but practical.

Your blood is a low green. And that suits you fine. You accept your position in the Hemospectrum, and you think that the Hemospectrum should be upheld whenever possible. You honour your dark green blooded DIVISION LEADER who is also your Moirail/Matesprit double-reacharound, and you make sure to be strict, but patronizingly caring towards your rustblood assistants.

Your contact handle is inquisitiveImpaler [II] and your typing is poetic and concices: Six word sentences, no error margin.

**MeiMei** · 07-06-2011, 03:40 PM

*Note: This is an updated version of Tiras' profile, since the first one has a few things that was never actually used.

>Be the Quiet Troll

(Sprite made by the ever-lovely Katrika.)

You are now the QUIET TROLL. Your name is TIRAS LEE, and you are only a mere Eight Sweeps old. You live in a very secluded area of caves, that does not have many trolls near it. Your main passion is SINGING, especially OPERAS in particular.

Yes, SINGING. It is what you are best at, being able to hit very HIGH NOTES with relative ease. However, in public, you HARDLY EVER SING. You are far too TIMID around other trolls to sing in public. This is also why you speak rather quietly. Only when you're alone will you sing. You also enjoy SKIPPING STONES across water and READING.

Due to your LUSUS being an amphibious SERPENT, you have an odd AFFINITY for water. You like SWIMMING, and you have this silly ADMIRATION for SEA-DWELLERS. Maybe you're just JEALOUS.

You don't normally fight, but you do use a SLINGSHOT to help keep intruders at bay. You are also known to resort of BOOKKIND since you usually keeps a few books at hand. You're not that very strong any way else, but you have a really good sense of aim.

In public, you are very shy and Uhm, you're a little unsure in conversation, but, uhm, uhm, you try to talk enough though sometimes you tend to ramble off a lot but it's not really your fault you know? You just sometimes can't help but talk and talk to explain yourself... Uhm. You are very easily intimidated, but oddly enough, sometimes you're brave enough to speak up for yourself, though that tires you out a little.

Your trolltag is silentSoprano, your blood is a nice shade of COPPER, and, in an sgrub session, you'd be called the Maid of Sound in the Land of Water and Symphony.

td;lr nstuff.

**~ATH** · 07-06-2011, 08:43 PM

>Be the wandering dead troll.

i'm nUt even dead at all, althUugh i wish i were.

>Fine, be the wandering troll that should be dead.

Your name is Oncrue Toimble.

You were a pretty average troll. You liked to stay out of the way of any trouble. Your blood color used to be Forest Green, which was an okay color, high enough to have a psychic power, but not high enough to get noticed. And then one day, you were CULLED. This was for repeatedly resisting psychic powers in FLARP, without any real reason. The highbloods eventually got pissed, and killed you outright. Or tried to. You were stabbed through the heart, and all the blood gushed forth from the wound. And then ... that's it. You were still alive and walking. You had recently discovered your psychic power - you don't need blood to live. Wow, what a sucky power. So, now you have no blood, and are therefore not even on the hemospectrum, you have made it your duty to take revenge on those who think blood is everything. This includes the redbloods that accept a life of servilitude, as well as the bluebloods who think they are more important, purely because of blood color. You will demolish the hemospectrum.

As of this day, you are a wandering troll. You have no hive to speak of, but your lusus was willing to follow you anyways. You have only an iPhone (With Trollian installed), and if you were to find any bloodists, you would take it upon yourself to cull them. So far, you've culled three trolls, a red-blood who was being fucking pathetic, and 2 highbloods that were being regular snobs. You aren't very good at this culling thing, so you have had many failed missions.

You don't really have that many interests anymore, but you still like to play FLARP even after all these years, you just have to be more careful.

Your trolltag is culledBloodless and yUu speak in a rather cUld and drained vUice, as if there were a vUid where yUur heart shUuld be.

symbol: modern sampi (obsolete Greek letter, means ss or ts)

quirk: no caps, replaces o with U

title: Baron of Heart

strife specibus: sawkind

modus: Weight Modus. Captchalogues items based on weight. If weight limit is exceeded, everything is forcibly rejected.

lusus: A saber-tooth cat. About the same size as a regular housecat, but with saber teeth. Very kind, but tends to ignore you.

**DarkParable** · 07-06-2011, 10:27 PM

This is a redone profile.

Your name is CANNEL ALLUVI.

You were about 8.5 sweeps old, and your eyes didn't work at all. Then you died and your mind was implanted into another body.

Even before your trials in the caverns, your eyes NEVER FUNCTIONED PROPERLY. Perhaps when you were a grub they offered some use to you, but you can't remember that far back, and quite honestly it'd probably be REALLY SHITTY if you remembered what it was like to see vivid colors, or anything at all, given that you couldn't, and still can't. Maybe that was for the best.

A series of INCREASINGLY UNFORTUNATE EVENTS lead up to your best friend CULLING you during a fit of insanity and possession. You don't hold it against him; after all, if the situation had been REVERSED, you would've done the same thing without hesitation. Or maybe you wouldn't have. Honestly, emotions become harder to try and remember the more that they SLOWLY FADE AWAY. It is a rather unfortunate side effect of consciousness being inserted where it is not meant to be: emotions matter LESS to you with EACH PASSING DAY.

Being a robot is... definitely interesting for you. Perfect vision, perfect hearing, actually, your senses are PROBABLY BETTER than most other trolls', given that at any time you can upgrade yourself with the LATEST TECHNOLOGY or with whatever you may have created in the underground facility you call home. It is not, however, the same as when you were alive. Things sound HOLLOW and METALLIC to you, and vision is WASHED-OUT and DULL. Socialization is now nil; what use would you have to clank around and say hello? That was what got you killed in the first place. It is often very HARD for you to think back on those days, or to even remember WHAT YOU ONCE WERE. The memories are blurred and static-filled whenever you try and recall them.

Maybe it is for the best.

Your LUSUS was basically an oversized Alternian SHREW, and both you and he were never on good terms. Neither of you spoke to the other often, and it is more likely that when you came in contact, a FIGHT or SHOUTING MATCH was not far behind. You would call him an "oversized grubsniffing nooklicker", but when you were a wiggler you used to call him Mister Shrewdinger. You weren't very original. Still aren't, even with a mind that can process TRILLIONS OF COMPUTATIONS in a second. You miss him sometimes. After you died he disappeared, most likely to take on another charge. There are moments where you wonder if he ever knew you came back.

There was a MORAIL in your life, and quite a few MATESPRITS (or simple flings). Socially you were LIKEABLE ENOUGH, and you even got caught up in a few ADVENTURES along the way.

Before everyone LEFT YOU BEHIND and before some of those you were close to DIED HORRIBLY.

After that, well, there was plenty of nothing for you to do, and you let your mind slowly become consumed with ANGER and HATRED until you finally lost control and went on a slaughtering rampage across a city. Then your BEST FRIEND stepped in and culled you.

So now here you are.

Your trolltag is coreMiner, and you speak in a rath=r normal ton= of voic=, though r=mnants of who you onc= w=r= do l=ak back into your sp==ch.

If you were to play a game called SGRUB, you would be the Keeper of Sound in the Land of Caves and Frost.

TL;DR

**scintillatingMoniker** · 07-07-2011, 02:34 AM

> Be the Fighter

Yqu shquld have made thjs ages agq.

yeah yeah, pull down your hood so we can see your face

that's better

Your name is CIGNIS FATUUM. So far, nobody's made fun of the second one. Probably has something to do with their relative size. Quite frankly, you are fucking huge. You "suffer" from a rare disorder called Hemoira syndrome, one of the side effects of which is enhanced muscle growth.

Of course, that doesn't mean this disease is a good thing. For one, you haven't got complete control over yourself when you get mad. In fact, your body doesn't deal well with too much of any emotion. Anger's just the one you (and most of trollkind) feel the most frequently. As a result, you've got a lot of ways to calm yourself down, and you've stopped taking insults seriously. Not like anyone's dumb enough to. There are other side effects, but you don't like to talk about them. They aren't as nice.

You always wear your mask. For one thing, that's your symbol. For another, it's fucking creepy. If you're terrifying, nobody messes with you, which is perfect for you. Of course, the few people who aren't scared instead see you as a threat to be removed, which is even better.

You love fighting. Combat is your greatest skill and passtime, whether powers are involved or weapons or hand-to-hand, to the death or first blood, you don't care. You use it as a way to take out your anger, but you're almost never angry at the other combatant. Anyone strong enough for you to consider fighting them is someone you respect. In fact, most of your friendships are based on the fact that they are good at fighting and/or killing people. Strength, mentally and physically, are the two most important things in life to you.

Of course, they are not the only things. You are also very proud of your voice and vocabulary, simply because you treat most conversations as a "battle" of wits. In fact, you dabble in slam-poetry, which takes verbal combat to the next level. You haven't had the chance to show it off much, but you prefer to do it in private anyway, you want people to think of you as a freak to fight, not a poet to idolise.

You use BLADEKIND, which only has a butcher knife assigned to it simply because you prefer hand-to-hand. It still has it's uses, mainly to access your CARVE MODUS, which forces you to carve a symbol representing an item into something that either is or was alive, like a wooden table, or a pumpkin. You don't see many of those though. You also like carving in general, you usually make wooden figurines in order to calm yourself down, before or after a fight, and sometimes just to pass the time. You're quite good at it, though you don't like to show it off, people would think you're "soft".

You are also a subjuggulator, but not a very good one. You don't kill often unless your disease forces you too, because if you kill, it means you can't fight that opponent again, and that's no fun. You also don't join in on any of this clown stuff, all you really do is drink faygo and honk sometimes, but your honks are too deep and forced. Honestly, you aren't trying as hard as you maybe should, but you haven't been called out on it yet.

Speaking of which, your tag is dangerousJokester and Yqur wqrds are always bleedjng.

credit to poot for the sprites

**inexplicableSigns** · 07-07-2011, 04:16 AM

> Be the... wait a second.

is something wrong button button

> .... seriously?

button button button button

> ... be the button obsessed troll.

my pleasure button button

Your name is BUTTON BUTTON and your profile is located in this lovely little wiki page.

Your trolltag is buttonButton and you really like talking about buttons button button

**Nimblejack** · 07-07-2011, 04:34 AM

Troll Minecraft is now totally a thing.
How hard would it be to design an Alternian tileset, do you think? Building houses hives in the middle of nowhere now makes perfect sense.

**scintillatingMoniker** · 07-07-2011, 04:45 AM

Originally Posted by Nimblejack

Troll Minecraft is now totally a thing.
How hard would it be to design an Alternian tileset, do you think? Building houses hives in the middle of nowhere now makes perfect sense.

Someone's actually working on it already, but let's not cause too much chatter in here.

**Nimblejack** · 07-07-2011, 08:00 AM

Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker

Originally Posted by Nimblejack

Troll Minecraft is now totally a thing.
How hard would it be to design an Alternian tileset, do you think? Building houses hives in the middle of nowhere now makes perfect sense.

Someone's actually working on it already, but let's not cause too much chatter in here.

Fair enough. I actually think Button Button is cute, in a puppy-dog way. The button button quirk is interesting and simple.
I'm not sure the name Button Button is good, though. It sounds more like a nickname than something you'd sign on paperwork.

EDIT: Also is that a safety blanket in the first two pictures? D'awww.

**Thunder Reign** · 07-07-2011, 08:58 AM

Please stop the chatter, this isn't the correct thread for it; although I will second you on "Button Button". C'mon, at least give him a proper name, even if he doesn't use it.

**Blank** · 07-07-2011, 09:10 AM

>Be the hedonism troll
but im not done Yomiting Yet

(Need to update the regular sprite to match the AB)

Your name is Cadhus Dionad, and you are 9 sweeps old. You are celebrating because it so happens to be NOTHANKS DAY. You don't care that it is a fakey holiday you just made up, anything is a good enough excuse to engage in GLUTTONOUS GALAS.

Speaking of which, you have a great love of FINE WINE and EXOTIC DELACACIES. Consuming sumptuous banquets has developed into a habit BORDERING ON FETISHISTIC. But you don't have to stop. You're royalty and tradition is a powerful thing. You use your position in society to get what you want and cry SEDITION when people stop listening to you. The lower castes place is to entertain you.

But you get bored easily. So easily that most of your time is spend finding new AMUSING DIVERSIONS. Chief amongst these is the THEATRE. You think cinema is for those too lowly to afford live bodies to perform for their whim. You especially love tales involving UNCONVENTIONAL PLEASURES and FORBIDDEN LOVES, especially when they are acted out on stage. And the less said about what goes on at your COSTAL PALACE the better. Your disapproving COSTODIAN agrees. That whale lusus tries to avoid the place as best it can.

Your strife specibus is GLASSKIND, as in wine glasses, but you don't like fighting. Rather, you don't like to do your fighting yourself. You do enjoying watching others fight for your amusement which you find WONDERFULLY DECADENT. Your fetch modus is STAGE SCRIPT where items are linked to appropriate characters and are retrieved when said characters leave. You assign especially important items to characters fated to GRISSLY DEATHS.

Your trolltag is debauchedAmbrosia and you talk like You enjoY the finer things in lYfe like Yine

TL;DR:

**Overlard** · 07-07-2011, 04:17 PM

> Be the insufferable digging idiot who speaks his mind and is way too stubborn.
-----D W*ll that was a littl* uncall*d for. You ar* quit* a nasty narrator. [*****]

>Be the honest digger troll who perseveres.
-----D Thank you. That is much more polit-. [-----]

>Just be him already
-----D V_ry w_ll, no n__d to b_ impati_nt. [____]

You are ASIRON LARLIO and you are EIGHT SOLAR SWEEPS old. And by god, you are going to FINISH your life as a troll through PERSEVERANCE. Not UNTIMELY DEATH.

Ever since you were a wee wiggler you have always been interested in digging things up. Dig dig dig, that's what you do. You are CONVINCED that if you dig deep enough and long enough you will eventually find something of GREAT VALUE. Due to this, you also believe in the phrase "If one should find themselves in a hole, they should keep digging until they come out the other side." Sometimes you wonder if you got the phrase WRONG.

What all that malarkey means is that you are INCREDIBLY STUBBORN. You will keep TRYING at something until it SUCCEEDS. This is how you BROKE your horn, you were attempting to DIG through a relatively tough piece of ground when you ACCIDENTALLY let the grip the slip on your shovel. It bounced off the ROCK (Stupid you didn't realize it was ROCK not DIRT) and broke your horn right off. That HURT. But enough about that, let's move on.

You also love to SPEAK YOUR THINK PAN. Sometimes your BLUNT HONESTY irks others though, and you love to remind them how lucky they are that you are one of the few trolls willing to be HONEST, not DEVIOUS. This tends to IRK them EVEN MORE. You don't really care, you just continue being HONEST and speaking your THINK PAN. This makes things EXTREMELY AWKWARD when you realize you HAVE FEELINGS of any SORT. Oh, and you're not a FAN of DISHONEST TROLLS. They tend to PISS YOU OFF. A lot. In fact, you'll even abandon your hemospectrum respect if they LIE to you too much.

Your LUSUS? He is a COMBINATION MOLE/SAND WORM creature. Two of the creatures who LOVE DIGGING the most. Your hive is currently located in the DESERT, where you EXCAVATE large amounts of LAND looking for some sort of TREASURE. It should also be mentioned that your lusus is always FINDING TREASURE as it digs, so you have amassed a large amount of WEALTH from your digging exercises. You also tend to a BODY STORAGE YARD (AKA: A graveyard), and offer your SERVICES to anyone willing to pay a HIGH ENOUGH PRICE to hide a corpse.

What is the hemospectrum to you? You care a GREAT DEAL about it. Anyone higher than your LIGHT BLUE BLOOD gets the UTMOST RESPECT from you. You even cut down on the BLUNT HONESTY. You are not STUPID, being too blunt would get you CULLED. To those on the SAME LEVEL, you extend COMMON COURTESY, and remain BLUNT. Those BELOW you on the hemospectrum are usually treated POORLY because you are KIND OF A JERK. They tend to ATTACK YOU. This is probably how you got SO USED to PAIN. You barely even notice most HITS on you now. You could possibly be NEAR DEATH and never even notice!

Your symbol indicates PERSEVERANCE and HARDINESS. It seems to be QUITE FITTING since you are INCREDIBLY TOUGH. Long hours of DIGGING in the CRUEL DESERT can do that to a guy. Out there, you have to be TOUGH to survive. You tend to look down upon anyone not TOUGH enough to meet your standards.

Your strife specibus is set to SHOVELkind. You whack the shit out of trolls and creatures with your trusty DIGGING SHOVEL. It can be a very BLUNT WAY to get your POINT ACROSS. You have NO PROBLEM culling LOW BLOODS. Their problem if they irk you enough.

Your fetch modus is set to DIGGER. The item you want is buried in a small bucket HELMET of sand, and you must use a TINY SHOVEL to dig it out. A bit wigglerish in DESIGN but you don't mind, you just enjoy the DIGGING for the REWARD.

If you were to play a certain GAME you would be the COUNT OF TOIL in the land of ROCKS and ACID. You would dream on PROSPIT, and your consorts would be LARGE ANTS.

Your trolltag is insufferableDigger and you ----D T*nd to k**p digging yourself out of on* situation and into another. [*****]

TL;DR

**Alyss** · 07-07-2011, 04:55 PM

>Be the surfer girl that doesn't have six arms.

~ cān dō! ~

Your name is NALU LA'MOANA, and you're hangin' loose!

As the >___ part says, you absolutely LOVE surfing! Everything about it is just so... Exhilarating! The suspense when riding up to a huge wave, and hanging ten (holy shit how does i surfing lingo). You actually spend a lot of time in the water with your dolphin lusus, since your hive is oddly close to the sea. The only bad part is that you can practically feel the animosity from all the sea-dwellers, and more than a few felt in necessary to up and attack you while you're surfing! Which, has caused a couple nasty scars, but you cover them up with that stylish little pareo you have on. Now that you think of it, you never did really care for seadwellers. They're so violent and territorial! Why should the sea be reserved for them? They look weird too, with those odd face-fins.

Anyway, other than surfing, you are rather gifted in the skill of photography. You just adore taking pictures, maybe even as much as you do surfing. Actually, most of your photos are of the sea, beaches, and a few sunsets, when it's dusk and still rather warm outside. You post your pictures on image hosting sites, like Trollgur, and unbeknownst to you, you've actually gained somewhat of a following! If you did know, you'd guess the pictures made them feel good, and showed them that there was somewhere on Alternia that wasn't a total shithole.

You also can bust out a few FUNKY-FRESH DANCE MOVES. Okay, jokes aside, you actually are a very good dancer! You pride yourself in this, and when you aren't surfing or taking pictures, you are practicing your sweet moves while playing loud music. If anyone lived around you, you'd be a pretty awful neighbor. Speaking of neighbors, you are very isolated, almost as if you were on your own little island. Only your lusus, some chumps on Trollian, and those damn seadwellers. Have you mentioned you don't like seadwellers? Cause you really don't.
Your SUPER SECRET interest is... Troll romance! You realize that's a bit cliche (a shocking number of greenbloods seem to like it), but you just find it so fascinating! It really has a lot to do with how it seems to affect a troll's thinkpan, rather than just shipping two (or three) people because you think they'd go nice together. You personally think shipping is pretty weird.
Psychology stems from your interest in troll romance, and you are far more open about it. You often wonder what it is that makes a troll tick, what gives your kind that trademark bloodlust that lives inside you all? It's kind of baffling to you, really. On an unrelated note, you are gifted with the power of vision ninefold, which gives you the ability to see what others see. You don't find this useful for much else other than trying to see if any of those fish-faced freaks spot you. Since you don't need glasses, a friend of yours sent you a special contact lens that would allow you to use your power properly.

You try not to see yourself as 'violent' as other trolls, but you know you are inside, even if you don't show it all the time. But hey, at least you aren't one of those bloodthirsty cannibals you keep hearing about online! Though, you do hold your ground when necessary, and you aren't one of those bashful trolls, either. You are very extroverted, and happy to make an ally (or nemesis) of someone. To be honest, it gets a bit lonely on this little island of yours. You kinda want someone to talk to who won't want to kill you!

Your trollTag is sunsetPhotography, and you ~~Hāvē ā līttlē īslānd āccēnt, ānd ālwāys rīdē thē wāvē~~

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**Quiskiver** · 07-07-2011, 05:12 PM

Be the elongated douche with a terrible haircut:

G-()nna kn-()ck y-()u -()ut, m-()the{r}fucke{r}.

Be the blind boxer:

{R}ing-a-ding-ding, m-()the{r}fucke{r}.

Your name is CONTAS GACHUS, age 7.38 solar sweeps old, and you are one motherfucker nobody wants to mess with. Well, that's what you think inside your head. You can't really tell if others are scared of you, considering that you're BLIND. You were terribly scarred by a mysterious BRIGHT LIGHT as a wriggler, leaving your retinas permanently burned. You don't really like talking about your eyes, and if people point it out to you or talk about them, you GET THE URGE TO KNOCK THEIR TEETH OUT. And, you could. Over the sweeps, you've spent a countless amount of hours training to be a BOXER, possibly Alternia's next TROLL CASSIUS CLAY, TROLL MANNY PACQUIO, or even TROLL MIKE TYSON. You have nothing else you're good at, and you take extreme pride in your fighting skills, your strife specibi GLOVEKIND, and your technique usually revolving around the SOUTHPAW fighting style with swift movements. Unfortunately, you may be TOO LIGHT to even take a blow. Your body is extremely thin and frail, so you'd probably crumple under enough heavy attacks.

Luckily, you have a little ace up your sleeve when fighting(not literally): Your senses are HEIGHTENED whenever you are near another body. Your ears can pick up on their voice, even hone in their internal clockwork. Your skin can feel the heat and shifting movement in the air, your nose sifts through various smells, and even your tongue can taste things most other trolls can't. These abilities give you an advantage when in close range of opponents. You're so dedicated to the whole boxing thing, you've even FILED DOWN your horn, which was RIDICULOUSLY HUGE at one point.

Boxing aside, you do have other interests. You like CUTTING HAIR, and you think you're good at it. In reality you're not, which explains your horrible self haircut. You also enjoy PIXEL ART, and even trying your hand at it. Once again, you suck at something you think you excel at. Somebody really needs to give you a raincheck one day.

You're a pretty decent troll personalty-wise, keeping to yourself but talking to others when they talk to you. You don't like talking. Too much noise for your hypersensitive ears. You do have your violent tendencies, but your lusus, KANGAROODAD, usually helps calming you down by means of SPARRING SESSIONS in your GYMLIKE HIVE.

Your hive is mostly empty save for a boxing ring, some heavybags, and a few lifting weights. You take these with you sometimes on morning jogs with your TETRIS MODUS. You love pixels so much, even your modus is dedicated to a game using pixels. You have to stack the items just right...or they're all ejected.

If you were to be in one special game, you would be the RANGER OF MIGHT in the LAND OF MORNING AND WRATH, with BEETLE CONSORTS occupying the world.

Your trolltag is pixeledFisticuffs, and y-()u type in an ai{r}y style, h-()pping -()n y-()u{r} feet and using b-()xing em-()tes o-('')o

Extra little pic:

**Pandemonius** · 07-07-2011, 07:38 PM

> Be the dynamite-toting anarchist.

With gusto.

(New sprite courtesy of finepoint)

Your name is FRAGOR LAEVIS, and you are a CHAMPION OF THE COMMON PEOPLE.

But this was not always so. As a young wiggler growing up, you dreamed of joining the empire's foremost department of research and development, the TINKERMINATORS. However, you were cruelly denied entry on account of your ORANGE BLOOD. You're sure that a blueblood would've been easily let off the hook for blowing up a wing of their headquarters, but a lowblood such as yourself was thrown out. The only reason you weren't culled on the spot was because they found the new explosive formula you used to be exceedingly useful. And so you swore an OATH OF VENGEANCE against highbloods and the empire, and to free your fellow lowbloods from oppression. So far you mostly just blow up convenience stores, but hey, every terrorist has to start somewhere. Though you are not physically strong by troll standards, you have survived nonetheless through your KEEN INTELLECT, and your exceptionally dangerous strife specibus of BOMBKIND. You also have a WRENCHKIND specibus you picked off the body of a troll who used to live nearby. He got tired of all the explosions around your hive and tried to cull you. Needless to say, it didn't work out like he planned. You're not especially skilled in its use yet, but it's better than nothing in close-quarters.

Your time spent tinkering with explosives and using them to feebly battle a certain tyrannical governing body has given you some valuable hardware know-how, and as a result, you tend to be the go-to guy to your friends for fixing most any electronic device. Or you would if you had friends. Your one-man war against the empire has in fact taken up so much of your life since "the incident" that you really haven't had the time to cultivate much of a social life. Even your lusus doesn't seem interested in spending much time with you anymore except for leaving you meals, though you think the bombs just spook poor Ratdad away. In addition to maintenance and repair work, you also sell your homemade explosives to various interested parties, some legitimate, others "legitimate".

Your TIMER MODUS works by allowing you to assign a timer to each item you pick up. When the timer runs out, the item is ejected in front of you. Fairly simple on paper, but keeping track of the various countdowns can get frustrating.

Your trolltag is dynamicRevolutionary and you KABOOM!! speak in a Manner that Makes cOMMunicatiOn a Blast! KERPOW!!

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**Naevius** · 07-07-2011, 09:43 PM

((Reposting from the closed thread because, y'know, I want to be able to edit my own profile.))

>Be the Socratic Gadfly

Your name is PYTHIA SOCRAT. You are EIGHT SWEEPS OLD and live with your lusus in the middle of an oasis, surrounded by harsh and unforgiving desert. You are one of the few trolls in your society to have JADE GREEN BLOOD, and as such were fortunate enough to be raised by a VIRGIN MOTHER GRUB. Your blood color also means you are one of the few trolls who is NOT BOTHERED BY THE BLISTERING ALTERNIAN SUN. You are not terribly partial either way to light or darkness, so you have adopted a DIURNAL SLEEP SCHEDULE; you get enough darkness in night in your dreams on the MOON OF THE PLANET DERSE after all.

You have a passion for KNOWLEDGE AND BOOKS, and keep a collection of books OUTLAWED BY THE ALTERNIAN STATE as well as many without such prohibitions. You also quite enjoy composing and listening to CLASSICAL MUSIC and the sounds of old Alternian composers often fills your tower as you go about your day. You tend to QUESTION EVERYTHING, NO MATTER HOW SACRED, a practice that has led you to abandon many beliefs, such as that of the primacy of the hemospectrum, held by your brethren. This is a practice inspired by your legendary ancestor, HIPPARCHIA, a philosopher who was EXECUTED FOR QUESTIONING THE ALTERNIAN STATE. You happen to hold the only remaining copy of THE APOLOGY OF HIPPARCHIA, a brilliant speech your ancestor gave on her behalf--all the more brilliant considering Alterian law did not and does not ALLOW FOR DEFENSE OF THE ACCUSED.

Related to your love of knowledge and books is your PASSION FOR TROLL LANGUAGE AND GRAMMAR. In your spare time you run an ONLINE GRAMMAR CLASS and tutor fellow trolls in the finer points of language. You very much love words and believe they are THE GATEWAY TO TRUTH. In fact, anyone who would use words to lie and deceive rather than find the truth WOULD ANGER YOU GREATLY.

Related to your inquisitive nature, you are always QUESTIONING OTHERS, often about their reasons for acting in one way or another, or about their beliefs. Finding SELF-KNOWLEDGE is very important to you. Rather than be the direct decision maker yourself, you tend to MAKE OTHERS THINK MORE ON THEIR DECISIONS. You try to be a SOCRATIC GADFLY. Your cautious and careful nature makes you a natural AUSPISTICE and a very good MOIRAIL. However, these same personality tendencies sabotage your attempts at the more TORRID ROMANCES. You have never held anything beyond a ONE-SIDED CRUSH in those departments. Were you not FOREWARNED ABOUT SGRUB by the Horrorterrors, you would be deathly afraid of the imperial drone. In fact, you still are QUITE AFRAID OF DRONES.

You first began FLARPing at the behest of the Horrorterrors to PREPARE YOU FOR THE SGRUB SESSION. You were a support/healer class, the ANCRESS, and were old FLARPing buddies with your MOIRAIL. You achieved MOST OF THE LEVELS and acquired a legendary weapon, the ORDO MUNDI, prior to quitting at some point after your moirail's ACCIDENT.

Your strife specibus is STAFFKIND, and as mentioned you have a legendary weapon, the ORDO MUNDI which happened to belong to your ancestor. Your modus is a simple ARRAY MODUS that allows you to choose any item at any time; your flair is for the serviceable and practical.

Your trolltag is alethiologyAncress and you speak with good grammar and without quirks, as a grammar teacher should.

Upon entering Sburb, your title shall be the ORACLE OF MIND in the LAND OF TRUTH AND FLOW.

Holy crap other art

**Pinkemon** · 07-08-2011, 07:08 AM

All right. Let's try this!
>Be the the lazy troll

Info that's not in the pic:

You're 6.46 sweeps old.
Your hive is basically a large underground room, with various tunnels leading to other rooms, lit up by glowing crystals. It wasn't originally yours, since you randomly found it one day when you needed it, abandoned.
The room isn't that deep, however, so you can easily get out of it using your makeshift stairs and hunt for food outside.
Others seem to think that your passion for philosophy is merely an excuse for being lazy. What they don't know is that you are both genuinely philosophical AND lazy. You'd rather not come outside of your hive unless you need food, and then you generally hunt only at night. Your reptilian features give you the ability to taste the air and sense vibrations. You can also sense the heat of other creatures.
When in combat you use your poisoned spearkind Strife specibus, and your modus is the TASTE modus. You can ususally only find out what stuff is by tasting the particles it gives off.
You don't really consider yourself a social troll. Your tendency to space out and general awkwardness don't really help in making friends, but you don't really mind it that much. Though, you still don't really mind some company once in a while, as long as they're not loud and obnoxious.
You actually dislike getting into conflicts, and only strike others if they provoke you first.
If you ever were to come across SGrub, you'd be a Prospit dreamer and the SAGE OF MIND in the LAND OF SILENCE AND MYSTERIES.

Your symbol is the zeta symbol, representing ζ Ophiuchi of the Ophiuchus(Or Serpentarius) constellation, and your lusus is a large snake, whose coils you simply LOVE to use as your private armchair.

Please give Constructive critique. :3 Also, I REALLY hope her sign and gimmick(Snake-inspired) hasn't been done before.
(Her color scheme in general is supposed to be based off of the coral snake.)
EDIT: Changed her a bit. I have no idea how to make her less pixel-y though.

EDITEDIT: More change plus crappy recolor and now a new blood color that matches her theme.

**Thunder Reign** · 07-08-2011, 07:12 AM

Yeah, I'm afraid the Ophiuchus/snake/hissing thing has been done quite a bit. :/
On the whole, she's not bad, I can't see any glaring flaws. Good job rationalizing a need for bright clothing, by the way, that's a nice touch. Thumbs up.
However, her name is very convoluted (generally 6/6 is better), and her sprite is highly blocky when it comes to her hair and face.

**Pinkemon** · 07-08-2011, 07:23 AM

Originally Posted by Thunder Reign

Yeah, I'm afraid the Ophiuchus/snake/hissing thing has been done quite a bit. :/
On the whole, she's not bad, I can't see any glaring flaws. Good job rationalizing a need for bright clothing, by the way, that's a nice touch. Thumbs up.
However, her name is very convoluted (generally 6/6 is better), and her sprite is highly blocky when it comes to her hair and face.

Yeah, It was probably very obvious, now that I think of it.
I picked the name Panacea because that's one of Asklepios his daughters, and the second name because that's one of the family names of snakes and lizards and such.
I'll try to find something better.

As for the sprite, I suck at drawing. Yeah, I'll try to smooth that out.

**PrussianMoose** · 07-08-2011, 08:48 AM

((BLARG, figures the troll above my post has the same eyes and tongue, Damn low hanging fruit snake theme. I know it's over used... but for this asshole I think overused might be good, just tell me if it's too much. He won't hiss if that helps.))

> Be the simpleton asshole.

uh call me dat to my FACE!

>I did

sh-shut UP!

Your name is Serten Falhas, you are nine sweeps old and you are a complete fucking tool. Your M.O. is pretty much be the biggest asshole at all times to everyone, this is unfortunate because you are not nearly clever enough to keep up with the trolls you normally bully. You have Green Blood (#007F0E) and enjoy the many perks your place on the hemospectrum offers you. Because of this fact you RESPECT the hemospectrum a lot more than anyone you generally deal with does.

Despite being a giant jerk you are relatively harmless, often ABSCONDING THE FUCK OUT OF DODGE long before anything real goes down. You're pretty good at absconding, in fact one might say you're an abscondMaster , which oddly enough is your troll tag. You have NEVER killed anyone before, You talk a big talk, but when it comes down to the wire the sight of blood makes you sick.

You have a pretty common mutation, but you don't let that trap you in the mold of a "cunning snake"; You are ANYTHING but cunning.

You pretend to enjoy the many blood-sports Alternia has to offer, your "favorite" is "Two different teams containing a set number of players run into each other at highspeeds and crush the weaker members underneath their weight; there is also a ball involved but that's barely important". You would like to tell people you would make a wonderful Caeger-Back someday.

Your INTERESTS include lying about liking SPORTS, BEING A JERK, and you have a secret love for SMALL THINGS. Your secret love of all things small and MOUSEY makes you a bit of a creep around wrigglers, it's not like you're the troll equivalent to a pedophile... you just really think they're cute and fragile. You occasionally WAX POETIC about the wonders of the fragility of life... these moments are horrendously out of character for you and EMBARRASS THE FUCK OUT OF YOU.

Your Lusus is a rather small MOUSE.
Your Weapon is a SPIKED BALL (though it rarely gets used.)
Your Modus is the SWEET PASS modus, you must catch the ball flung from his Sylladex or the item inside that ball is locked away for another hour.
If you were to come across SGRUB you would be the KNIGHT OF PAIN in the LAND OF GRAVES AND VOICES

You talk like a fuckin normal person ya buncha FREAKS!

((Second troll down!))

**Atrevir** · 07-08-2011, 05:32 PM

> Be the mean elitist highblood

Your name is Naktis Manque, and you are six solar sweeps old and Yøʊ're qʊɫte @ stʊck ʊp hɫghbløøÐÐ søŋ øf @ bɫtch. You tend to expløÐÐe wheŋ t@lkɫŋg tø LOWbløøÐÐs because you completely hate those LOWbløøÐÐs @ŋÐÐ mʊt@ŋt pɫece øf shɫts. However, when talking to blue and purple bloods, your way of talking tends to be quite ÐÐeceŋt @ŋÐÐ ŋɫce @ctʊ@lly. You have Tyrian purple Blood, Whɫch gɫves yøʊ the rɫght tø pretty mʊch scølÐÐ everyøŋe.

You tend to have big words and act like some all knowing leader, Bʊt yøʊ're qʊɫte @ søcɫ@l ÐÐɫs@ster.You always bitch against others how they should tøt@lly bløøÐÐy help yøʊ get frɫeŋÐÐs @lre@ÐÐy. Your troll tag is technoCrusader because you're pretty tech s@vvy, love techno music, and try to propogate your interests. You're not much of a killer even with all that peŋt ʊp h@te før LOWbløøÐÐs.

Although you got several servants. You rather spend all your time behind your bløøÐÐy cømpʊter acting like you're actually busy with stuff. You're quick to beg people, even if they are of lower caste then you, to help you with what you call 'bʊllshɫt'.

Your interests are quite non-existant outside of ch@ttɫŋg vɫgøʊresly and scølÐÐɫŋg LOWbløøÐÐs. You have an uncanny obsession with finding the perfect m@tesprɫt. In this persuit, you honestly don't care if that troll is @ LOWbløøÐÐ ør @ hɫghbløøÐÐ.

During a horrible accident regarding your Lusus getting stuck. You somehow managed to løse yøʊr bløøÐÐy left h@ŋÐÐ which was then replaced by a gølÐÐeŋ prøsthetɫc h@ŋÐÐ.

Your Lusus is a Nocturnal squirrel monkey
Your strife sylladex is the pinkind
And if your friends finally invited you to that game SGRUB, you would be the heɫr øf ÐÐøøm @and your land would be the l@ŋÐÐ øf Rythm @ŋÐÐ Pyrɫte

You t@lk ɫŋ @ ɫŋcreÐÐɫbly cømplɫc@teÐÐ @ŋÐÐ h@rÐÐ tø cømpreheŋÐÐ m@ŋŋer ɟʊst tø pɫss peøple øff eveŋ møre.

**Alyss** · 07-08-2011, 05:36 PM

Cool, but by "prostate", I think you mean "prosthetic", bro.

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