trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[enragedFingernail]

You don't have a strife specibus, when questioned on the matter, you simply state "WH4TSTH4T "

Everyone has a strife specibus. Even if they don't use it, like Sollux. It's just something that everyone has. Like everyone has a brain. Also, is he god tier?

[Thunder Reign]

>> Be an annoying brat.

"WH4TW4STH4T "

>> Be the indigo blooded wiggler.


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((This troll is up for critique. ))

Seconding the strife specibus comment. That outfit is far too colorful for a troll's normal ensemble; also, if he's alone on an island, where are these streets he wanders? How does he get to that cafe!?

[Dariox97]

>> Be an annoying brat.

"WH4TW4STH4T "

>> Be the indigo blooded wiggler.



"TH4TSME "

Your name is Aladar Keshni and [...]

((This troll is up for critique. ))

One thing I'd point out is that wigglers are larvae, and therefore not at all like grown trolls.
Also, yeah, if he has a fetch modus and a sylladex, he absolutely has a strife specibus, maybe it's just not allocated yet.
And I'd say he doesn't buy stuff because he's in a desert island, which makes money kind of... useless?

[technoAnomaly]

A : I had planned for him to set the strife specibus to SodaCanKind.

B : He takes a very long boat ride to a city near the cafe.

C : Should probably rewrite the history T_T

D : Aladar is just old enough to look like that, a bit younger then the troll Pootsy.

[enragedFingernail]

A: I had planned for him to set the strife specibus to SodaCanKind.

B: He takes a very long boat ride to a city near the cafe.

C: Should probably rewrite the history T_T

But he still HAS one. Though it says he does not.

[PriffyViole]

> Be the lame douchebag wh-

hey hey, hold it right there, pal!

> Be the awesome dude

not good enough.

> Fine...be the awexome dude.

that'x more like it.



Your name is Jegrus Vahilo, and you are XERIOUXLY AWEXOME.

Or at least you say that. Truth is, you're actually pretty lame. You suck at romance, music, and pretty much anything that involves talking to someone. In fact, if you weren't a fast runner, it probably would've gotten you killed already.

What you don't suck at, however, is FLARPing. You and your partner, Namara Irixos, were a pretty good team before you both quit it.

Speaking of Namara, you're kind of starting to get attracted to her. Unfortunately, you can't exacly decide what quadrant you're attracted to her in. You're probably going to get culled by the drone anyway, seeing as she's the only one who gives a fraction of a damn about you.

your trolltag is xeriouxlyForxe and you type in a manner that ix revamped for the ninetiex.

[Tiitha]

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Name: Agirua Capell (Auriga backwards, Capella is brightest star in Auriga constellation)
Age: 6 sweeps
Trolltag: peacefulCharioteer
Color: Gold (hue 50)
Typing quirk: Types all D's like ID. Vowels will break that sound like "ee" or "ah". Example: "Nice to me-e-e-et you! My name is Agirua-a-a." Giggling looks like "He-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
Personality: Perky, spontaneous, silly
Symbol: Auriga constellation symbol
Strife specibi: Whipkind
Lusus: Small goat
Psychic ability: Can pacify violent trolls (strong enough to affect highbloods and sea dwellers)
Hobbies: ?
Hive: ?
Sylladex fetch modus: ?

Matesprit: Unknown
Moirail: Unknown subjugglator
Kismesis: None
Auspistice: None
Auspistice to: Hercel and Kalhai, and probably many others

(still working on details, character also listed in my initial troll profile post)

[Insani]

>Be the paranoid wimp

≫hey, n0w that's just unca11ed f0r!≫

>Be the cowardly scoundrel?

≫0h we11, y0u'11 be dead s00n en0ugh...≫



Your name is Markat Binart and you are nine sweeps old. Yes, you are in a robotic body, stronger, faster, and better than your old one. You used to be weak. Your body was frail. You were fast, you were good with mathematics and machinery, but nothing else. But that was long ago. That doesn't matter.

Your interests include upgrading your robotic body, cleaning your hive, programming, and formulating mathematical equations. You've always loved mathematics, and with the... upgrades to your mind, you've become much better at them. You also steal things for your hive, you have to prepare. You have to get as much as you can. You are a genius with technology, but that doesn't matter. You love working on your robotic form, but that doesn't matter either.

What does matter is you're prepared. You've been collecting supplies since your lusus died when you were a mere four sweeps. You've amassed enough supplies in your hive, which resides in a large cave, to last you for your entire life. It's taken a lot of raiding, pickpocketting, escaping, and fortification, but you are prepared.

Prepared for what? Don't be silly. For the moment when the ass excretions impact the whirling device, of course! You're sure it'll be soon. You're not sure how you know, you just... know. Visions. Visions delivered by your psychic power, which is to see the future. You saw the fate of Alternia. Meteors. Burning, death.

Your psychic power is to see visions, when you sleep, of important events that will affect you in the future, that is, if you do nothing about them. When you were very young, you saw the death of your lusus, but you were too young and naive to do anything about it then.

You were once a weak, very fast individual. You had a frail, organic body. However, you caught a fatal disease, and were forced to move yourself into a robotic body, which you built. However, this was not a bad thing. You gained a logical aspect to your personality, the computational power of a machine, and you are able to upgrade your robotic form, for better strength and the like.

From your many sweeps of collecting supplies, you have gained about fifteen strife specibi and hundreds of fetch modi. Your main one is the Mathematical Fetch Modus, which presents you with a very difficult equation, which you solve easily due to your robotic upgrades.

Your strife specibi are as follows:
Pistolkind,Shotgunkind,Rocketlauncherkind, Submachinegunkind,Bladekind,Grenadekind,Hammerkind ,Sicklekind,Boomerangkind,Staffkind,Clubkind,Polea rmkind, Bowkind,Chainsawkind,Macekind.

You live in a large cave, where you set up your base. You have it heavily fortified, it'd be near impossible for anyone to break into it.

Your troll tag is apocalypticScoundrel and you ≫type in a very fast manner. thanks t0 a11 y0ur r0b0tic aspects, y0u tend t0 use a r0b0tic t0ne.≫

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[PriffyViole]

> Be the brown-blooded psychopath.

I'm NOT a psychopath, OKAY?

> Be the completely not insane lady

SIGH



You're name is Tira Vrazi, and you are NOT INSANE. You just happen to enjoy killing other trolls and painting and dyeing with their blood. Hence the rainbow pattern on your dress. And before you ask about the lack of horns, you cut them off after they got caught in a tree and had the resulting stumps removed.

When you're not killing, you're either reading rainbow drinker literature or hanging around with your moirail and the only troll you care about, a jadeblood named Ludias Klanta. He's a nice guy, but keeps complaining about that rare blood of his. You have jokingly offered to remove it on more than one occasion.

Since you are a lowblood, you happen to have a psychic power. This is to see directly behind you. Useful for warding off potential you-killers. You wield katanakind, knifekind and bladekind, the latter two you picked up from past victims of yours.

your trolltag is jadedDrinker and you speak normally, EXCEPT for when you want to emphasize something.

(Before you ask about the symbol, she's long forgotten it)

[Thunder Reign]

No horns, no symbol, colorful clothes; she's barely a troll. Trolls are required to wear their symbols, I assume not wearing it would cause punishment by drones. 8|c

[Insani]

No horns, no symbol, colorful clothes; she's barely a troll. Trolls are required to wear their symbols, I assume not wearing it would cause punishment by drones. 8|c

^ This. :V

The horns thing might make her look like a bit of a mutant? And trolls don't like colorful rainbow clothes, generally. I dunno, but still. :V

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And Tiitha, aren't highbloods supposed to have the highest resistance? And isn't that power kind of too powerful? What if she went around attacking people while pacifying them?

[BewareOfNerd]

No horns, no symbol, colorful clothes; she's barely a troll. Trolls are required to wear their symbols, I assume not wearing it would cause punishment by drones. 8|c

Also, horns can be sawn off, but I doubt she'd have the medical experience or equipment to remove the stumps.

[scintillatingMoniker]

Your strife specibi are as follows:
Pistolkind,Shotgunkind,Rocketlauncherkind, Submachinegunkind,Bladekind,Grenadekind,Hammerkind ,Sicklekind,Boomerangkind,Staffkind,Clubkind,Polea rmkind, Bowkind,Chainsawkind,Macekind.

No.

[Monster X]

Criticism, please?

kk let's get this shit over with

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>Be the paranoid wimp

≫hey, n0w that's just unca11ed f0r!≫

>Be the cowardly scoundrel?

≫0h we11, y0u'11 be dead s00n en0ugh...≫

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Your name is Markat Binart and you are nine sweeps old. Yes, you are in a robotic body, stronger, faster, and better than your old one. You used to be weak. Your body was frail. You were fast, you were good with mathematics and machinery, but nothing else. But that was long ago. That doesn't matter.

Your interests include upgrading your robotic body, cleaning your hive, programming, and formulating mathematical equations. You've always loved mathematics, and with the... upgrades to your mind, you've become much better at them. You also steal things for your hive, you have to prepare. You have to get as much as you can. You are a genius with technology, but that doesn't matter. You love working on your robotic form, but that doesn't matter either.

These traits could be used on a normal troll to a point, but being a god at mathematics AND being able to repair themselves of damage AND being apparently extremely fast and strong AND a genius with technology AND being able to replace parts of their MIND is kind of over the top. I COULD tolerate this were it not for... the rest.

What does matter is you're prepared. You've been collecting supplies since your lusus died when you were a mere four sweeps. You've amassed enough supplies in your hive, which resides in a large cave, to last you for your entire life. It's taken a lot of raiding, pickpocketting, escaping, and fortification, but you are prepared.

Prepared for what? Don't be silly. For the moment when the ass excretions impact the whirling device, of course! You're sure it'll be soon. You're not sure how you know, you just... know. Visions. Visions delivered by your psychic power, which is to see the future. You saw the fate of Alternia. Meteors. Burning, death.

Your psychic power is to see visions, when you sleep, of important events that will affect you in the future, that is, if you do nothing about them. When you were very young, you saw the death of your lusus, but you were too young and naive to do anything about it then.

Future sight is a very disturbingly powerful ability. I could see this used on a weaker troll, but on a troll like this it's PROBABLY ill advised. Not to mention that futures you can CHANGE are unlikely, considering that all time is set in stone in most homestuck continuities.

Oh, and before you use 'lusii-less' as a weakness, it really isn't.

You were once a weak, very fast individual. You had a frail, organic body. However, you caught a fatal disease, and were forced to move yourself into a robotic body, which you built. However, this was not a bad thing. You gained a logical aspect to your personality, the computational power of a machine, and you are able to upgrade your robotic form, for better strength and the like.

Once again, I went over how dangerous a character like this could be. In addition, how exactly did a brownblood get the parts to make a robot? I mean, consider this, a brownblood is pretty damn low. In canon, the only troll even ABLE to make robots was a blueblood, which technically means he was rich as hell. So assuming our brownblood was able to make a robot and then somehow put himself in it without help he'd still have to get the parts from somewhere.

From your many sweeps of collecting supplies, you have gained about fifteen strife specibi and hundreds of fetch modi. Your main one is the Mathematical Fetch Modus, which presents you with a very difficult equation, which you solve easily due to your robotic upgrades.

Your strife specibi are as follows:
Pistolkind,Shotgunkind,Rocketlauncherkind, Submachinegunkind,Bladekind,Grenadekind,Hammerkind ,Sicklekind,Boomerangkind,Staffkind,Clubkind,Polea rmkind, Bowkind,Chainsawkind,Macekind.

oh for goodness fuckin' sake.

you dont need every weapon in the goddamn universe. one weapon not good enough for you? I mean really? Hell, a sub-automatic machinegun is an incredibly dangerous weapon by itself, as is a rocket launcher and a shotgun and grenades and bows and maces. Wait, why would anyone have bows AND 4 types of guns as specibi?

Even a single pistol is dangerous. I'd tell you to choose two but considering your other troll that chose two has what, a magic rifle and a magic op knife, how about you try to be normal. Try choosing one weapon. It's not exactly hard, go and look at all the trolls who did.

Oh, and... if you're just scavenging, it's highly unlikely one would be able to get that ludicrous amount of specibi, and of that high quality. Consider, the only time specibi are dropped is when someone DIES. Unless your troll is a fucking assassin or something, he'd need to kind of kill the original owners to get the specibi. And uh... considering what we've already said about them? I'd like to see your troll kill the owner of pistol/rocketlauncher/submachinegun/shotgunkind without dying, ESPECIALLY rocket launcher. And before you say he found the bodies, anyone who used those a lot would be very high and probably live very far away from his reclusive hive, and that's not going into the fact that anyone who did drop that probably died closer to a LOT of other scavengers than yours.

If you can choose 2-3 weapons that WORK and aren't just together for coolness sake that's okay too.

Oh, and hundreds of fetch modii? Haha, no. Different than strife specibi, fetch modi don't drop or anything. The max of what you can do is trade fetch modi with someone else, like Karkat and Sollux did. You don't 'scavenge' fetch modi.

You live in a large cave, where you set up your base. You have it heavily fortified, it'd be near impossible for anyone to break into it.

Your troll tag is apocalypticScoundrel and you ≫type in a very fast manner. thanks t0 a11 y0ur r0b0tic aspects, y0u tend t0 use a r0b0tic t0ne.≫

I still think the chances of an ORANGEBLOOD'S hive being one of the hardest structures on Alternia to break into, considering an ORANGEBLOOD was the only one working on the building, unlikely. But alone I could tolerate it.

...so my final notice is please, PLEASE try to make your trolls less op in the future. ALRIGHT?

[Pinkemon]

>Be the adorable troll

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Your name is LEPORI DECERI

You consider yourself quite a CHEERFUL individual, always talking excitedly and smiling. You have an interest in woodcraft and other artistic activities that involve you shaping things of out various MATERIALS.
Despite being a HIGHBLOOD, you don't really live in a huge mansion because your Lusus prefers living underground, and you also don't display violent TENDENCIES in public.
Of course, what those silly people don't know is that you'd rather work your magic behind the scenes. You use your ADORABLE demeanor in order to DECIEVE your enemies and gain TRUST from others, making as many of them into your loyal FOLLOWERS as you can, silently MANIPULATING them as you see fit.
If you do have to BATTLE, however, you are able to defend yourself using your SPIKED SHOES-kind strife specibus, that takes advantage of your naturally strong legs and jumping skills taught to you by your adorable bunny lusus, Lady Fluffybounce. (You thought up that ridiculous name, of course. She kinda resents you for it sometimes)
Your trolltag is hoppingArtist, and when you talk you do it all excitedly and make your words double wouble and itty bitty! You also make bunny puns sometimes. You hop that somebunny wouldn't find it annoying.
Your sylladex is the Maze modus. You first have to solve a small maze before you can get an item.
If you ever were to stumble upon Sgrub, your title would be the SCRIBE OF LIFE, you'd be a Derse dreamer, and your world would be the LAND OF WOOD AND MINERALS.

TLDR:
- trolltag: hoppingArtist
- text/blood colour: Purple (631db4 Same shade as Gamzee, basically)
- typing quirk: Cutesy talk + bunny buns
- reference picture: See above
- personality and interests: Cute, bouncy and cheerful, but she uses this to decieve others. She's actually quite manipulative. She likes to craft things.
- shirt symbol, weapon, lusus and other similar details: Lepus symbol, Spiked shoes with iron toes, Bunny lusus.

Feel free to give critique.

[Dragongirl30894]

Okay, so time for another troll revamp, this time for Gilved here. Despite the similar appeareance and blood color, he's a completely different troll.


-> Be the guy with the weird eyes.


Your name is Sonous Piunos, and you have a... well, you think it's a mutation really, but you were never completely sure. You see, your eyes aren't amber. They're colored with a lighter shade of your blood, the irises already have your blood color on them, and your pupils are even weirder. They make you look blind from a distance, but when you see them up close they have this pearlescent look. It's odd really, and you don't really like of how your eyes look, so you hide them under special goggles.

Why special? You see, along with looking totally different, your eyes are very, very sensitive to light, but they also give you a very good night vision. Even the smallest bit of a brighter light makes your retinas hurt so bad you can't even open your eyes until it goes away. So you wear the goggles almost constantly when you're outside. They'd probably be pitch black for any other trolls. And you doubt any trolls know how your eyes really look, and that's how you like it. You don't want to be known as a mutant. You're just thankfull you're a highblood mutant, or else you'd've probably been culled a long time ago.
With your high sensitivity to light, you had the drones build your hive with no windows and no light sources inside, so you could stay home without having to wear the goggles all the time. But that wasn't enough. And the fact that your lusus is a giant glowing catterpillar(seriously, that thing is the size of a freaking train), didn't help either. So you moved out of your hive, and into a maze of underground caves, filled with bats and other cave-dwelling species. Your lusus, now that you're grown and can take care of yourself, went off to other parts of the cave, and now it's been almost half a sweep you don't see the guy. All the better, that thing almost blinded you once. You have a nice little chamber you stay in, mostly clean of creaturesk, and almost completely pitch black, except for the dim light of your computer and the occasional glowing mushroom. Oh yeah, that's related to one of your interests. Okay, let's go through all of them.
In the caves you live there are various species of fungus, and a lot of them grow mushrooms. You cultivate a select few of these mushrooms in a nice, almost self-sustaining method. There's this rodent-like species of little blind mammals you breed in a cage, and they make a few select species of fungi grow, and then feed on the shrooms created. When one of the creatures dies, you take it and put it on another little bed of fungi, that grow different types of shrooms. Some of them are for your own diet, but there's one type that glows and is very, very toxic. These ones you take and use to make a poisonous brew, that could kill a troll with a single drop. Why such a strong poison? Because, plain and simple, you're a wimp. You can't fight worth shit.
Reclusion took its tool on your body. And the fact that you had to learn by yourself which shrooms were poisonous and which weren't by trial and error contributed to that. You're really, really scrawny, and very short. So, if by some fate of destiny you ended up in a fight, your best hope would be using your poison-coated arrows from afar. At least you're pretty good with your bow and arrow, since you use it very frequently to hunt for food in the caves you live in, and that also lead to you being very good at sneaking as well. But considering the resources you have, little more than bats, a few kinds of blind fish and mushrooms, your cooking isn't that bad! It could be much better, but you could probbly feed guests rather decently if you ever had any. Which is unlikely, because all the trolls that ever tried to find you in your cave either got lost and died, or were rescued by you if you knew they were coming and liked them.
Living in a cave deep underground, with little to no face-to-face interaction with other trolls, a mostly missing lusus, and only your conversations as wiggler for experience, has made you somewhat ignorant to most romantic advances, so you haven't got any quadrants filled yet. And you don't think youu will anytime soon, you'd really rather just tend to your "garden" than talk to trolls in your free time. You would say it's a wonder you haven't gone mad yet, but in fact you have, in a way, and created a sort of imaginary troll that acts both as a lusus and a childhood friend to you. Like a big brother, if trolls had that concept.
In the occasions you do chose to talk to another troll, however, you tend to act in a rather formal and cold manner, but if you know the troll and care about them, you're much more welcoming and worried about their well-being. You're probably a little clingy too, and if/when you get a matesprit, they'll probably have to deal with a lot of hugs and pettings. And hemospectrum-wise... well, your eyes make you see everything in shades of your indigo color, like if you were watching a noir film with a colored cellophane glued to the screen, which means you can't really tell when you're talking to a lowblood or a highblood, so you just treat everyone equally.
As mentioned before, your strife specibus is set to bowKind. Your fetch modus a relatively simple one, called the Blackbox Modus. Items stored in cards get laid out in a box with various compartments, and they're all completely pitch black on the inside, and you have to find the item you want in that mess. Your special eyes make that task easy. And when you go talk to someone via Trollian, you use the tag of mortalRefugee, and you don't really bother with a quirk.

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NAME: Sonous Piunos
BLOOD COLOR: light indigo (#5A4FCF)
AGE: 6,5 sweeps
INTERESTS: sneaking, archery, cultivating shrooms
LUSUS: a giant glowing catterpillar the size of a train, gone missing for half a sweep now
FETCH MODUS: Blackbox Modus
STRIFE SPECIBUS: bowKind
TROLLTAG: mortalRefugee
QUIRK: perfect typing, always corrects any typos he might make, so it's not really a quirk

His eyes are kinda like Riddick's. The pupils at least.

[Gunge]

>Be the stupid tree-hugger
aw, dude, come on, that was, well, more than a little uncalled for ;:[

>I'm not even going to call you anything else.
oh, what, uh, k then



Your name is VERGUL FUFLUN. You like to take things SLOWLY. You don't like it when people throw HEAPS OF INFORMATION at you all at once and expect you to fathom it out just like that. You're a pretty laid back guy and you're willing to help out a bro.

One thing that occupies a lot of space in your life is PLANTS. Literally. They've invaded your hive and just about every surface. You really god-damn love plants. You adore them, and look after them as if you're their lusus. Your own lusus, ironically, climbs all over them. You're both chill with that though, sloths aren't really that harmful to plants.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to CONSERVE, which actually just means anything you take out of it takes ages to load. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to RAKE-KIND, which you can get some serious KUNG-FU on and inadvertently seriously injure your plants.

Your Trollian handle is vegetativePause. You kinda, like, prefer to, take your time saying things, and dont really, actually use, most punctuation, and are totally chill.

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Name: Vergul Fuflun (Vergul is French for comma, Fufluns was a plant-God.
Symbol: Comma (,)
Blood: Green (█)
Handle: vegetativePause
Quirk: Doesn't use punctuation (except for commas) or capital letters.

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ahaha I think this is my best troll, and he was just a spur-of-the-moment thing :,D
Crit well appreciated! C:

[Sandvich King]

==> Be the mad doctor:


Give me a glubbing second! I have to get zis guy's heart back in him before his zinkpan stops!

Zat's better!

Your name is CATLIN CIRINA, and you practice MAD SCIENCE, particularly in the areas of TROLL ANATOMY AND PHYSIOLOGY. You are a seadweller (Blood hue 310, code 80006a), and you tend to enjoy your place near the top of the hemospectrum. You're not one who considers culling a regular activity, but it's nice that you can get away with being bossy and impatient. Your hive is a CASTLE on the COAST, half above water and half below. You and your OCTOPUS lusus live in the lower half, and your lab and main entrance are on the upper half. Your lusus makes a great lab assistant because she has so many arms.

You have connections at a nearby CULLING CENTER, and you use them to get your hands on bodies and organs from freshly culled trolls to work on. As gruesome as that sounds, you actually do this to save and improve lives. Most of your work is actually done with live trolls, performing major operations. This ranges from organ transplants (this is why your lab is filled with organs in preservation jars), to regrowing limbs, to plastic surgery. You admit that you sometimes like to perform experiments on your -test subjects- patients. This might involve adding extra limbs or seadweller gills to trolls that don't want or need them. They usually end up not working out, and you are generally able to undo these alterations before your subjects wake up. You kind of enjoy messing with your test subjects' body parts, and you throw in a manaical laugh sometimes during operations for good measures. It's not like you're actually insane, it's just appropriate for MAD SCIENCE after all.

As creepy as your practices might be, you are still the best mad doctor around. Trolls that are injured, are missing limbs/eyes, or are disabled come to you to get fixed up. Using your expertise and some advanced technology (that only someone as high as you can afford), you are generally able to graft any body part onto a troll and make it fully functional, whether it is an arm, leg, eye, spine, heart, or voicebox. You believe that any organic part except the thinkpan can be replaced, and that a grown or "donated" organic body bart is always better than a robotic prosthetic. You once had one of your eyes scratched out in an accident you don't like to talk about, but you were seeing clearly out of your regrown replacement eye within a week. You are good at removing scars to leave patients both able-bodied and good-looking, but the cosmetic stuff costs extra. You don't understand how any crippled troll WOULDN'T want to come to your lab and leave in perfect condition. You are also the inventor of HEALING NANOBOTS, that repair damaged tissue after injection. Faucon never met you, he acquired the nanobots in his universe through a middleman.

When you are inevitably drafted into the fleet, you aspire to be the head of the SURGEONNIHILATORS, researching ways to quickly fix up wounded trolls so they can be sent back into battle. For now, the best thing you can do is fix up crippled trolls so that they won't be culled.

You spend a lot of time in the lab, but you try to get out and socialize every once in a while with seadwellers and landdwellers alike (so expect to see her in the cafe soon). You try to make friends, but you tend to often be BOSSY and IMPATIENT, so you sometimes come off as a (bluh bluh huge) bitch to others. You don't actively seek fights, but your attitude sometimes brings you into them. You sometimes find yourself looking for crippled trolls and trying to convince them to visit your lab to get "fixed." This might help your practice, but it's not very good at improving your social life.

Your trolltag is cephalopodSurgeon and You tend to replace ze occurances of "th" viz ze letter z and "w" viz "v". You have a SCALPELKIND Strife Specibus for work, and a CROSSBOWKIND Strife Specibus for combat. Your FETCH MODUS is OPERATION, where you have to remove the item from a slot carefully or everything spills. If you were ever to play SGRUB, you would be the Maid of Life, a Derse dreamer, in the Land of Storms and Slime.

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Name: CATLIN CIRINA
Tag: cephalopodSurgeon
Gender: Female
Age: 8 Sweeps old
Blood: 80006a
Lusus: Octopus
Strife 1: ScalpelKind
Strife 2: CrossbowKind
Title: Maid of Life
Dream: Derse
Land: Storms and Slime

[leonicReaper]

>Be a quick update.
Ok, so.

They have new symbols now since I wasn't aware symbols existed of the constellations they were based off of. Silly me. Continue with your life.

>Now, be a legit new troll.

Your name is IMALIA PAYRUS and you like to DRAW THE WILD FAUNA near your hive. This would be considerably easier if your SILVERFISH LUSUS did not eat everything you draw. It kind of upsets you, but it's ok, because you can always DRAW THEM AGAIN thanks to the wonders your orange blood has given you, namely, you can project weak IMAGES of beasts you have seen. While this is a great TRICK especially when drawing, it rarely helps you with any other kind of task. You can only create these images of CURRENTLY LIVING FAUNA and nothing else, so trying to use your skills to BUILD THINGS or show other trolls the cool HORN COLLECTION (of the beast kind and not the bicycle kind) you have doesn't work.

Despite your borderline useless PSYCHIC ABILITIES, you do have the dartgunKind specibus to protect you, which allows you to FEND THINGS OFF FROM AFAR. Without it, you would surely no longer be among the living, although it can be really ANNOYING at times because the darts don't really go very fast - at least, not as fast as the guns some trolls have. They also sometimes do not slow the BEASTS you are trying to collect horns from.
If all else fails, your own HORNS can do the trick in battle, you suppose, and you have LEARNED HOW TO USE THEM WELL due to your.. horn obsession.

Other trolls find you kind of CREEPY because your eyes appear huge and you don't take much care of your hair, but you have NO TIME FOR HAIRSTYLING when you are constantly outside. That being said, you think DRESSES are practical for the convoluted reason that you can pull them up and bunch them behind your back, unlike PANTS which can snag on any little thing. Of course, you also don't really put into consideration that pants ARE MADE TO PROTECT YOUR LEGS but you don't mind all the scratches because you are looking for cool beasts! And they don't wear pants, so why should you!?

You are a friendly troll, as far as troll friendliness goes, but you are also sometimes detrimental to your friends' health, as you force them to follow on wild searches for potentially dangerous beasts. You dream of completing a lexicon of Alternian beasts, however, so you need all the help you can get!!

Your trolltag is argentumKeratin and you Shpeak with a short of shhushh-like shlur sho you don't shcare the beashtsh away.
Your blood color is orange and your symbol is the alchemical symbol for silver.

(Your name comes from: Animalia due to your love of beasts and Papyrus due to your drawing hobby.)

[Insani]

Criticism, please?

kk let's get this shit over with

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>Be the paranoid wimp

≫hey, n0w that's just unca11ed f0r!≫

>Be the cowardly scoundrel?

≫0h we11, y0u'11 be dead s00n en0ugh...≫

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Your name is Markat Binart and you are nine sweeps old. Yes, you are in a robotic body, stronger, faster, and better than your old one. You used to be weak. Your body was frail. You were fast, you were good with mathematics and machinery, but nothing else. But that was long ago. That doesn't matter.

Your interests include upgrading your robotic body, cleaning your hive, programming, and formulating mathematical equations. You've always loved mathematics, and with the... upgrades to your mind, you've become much better at them. You also steal things for your hive, you have to prepare. You have to get as much as you can. You are a genius with technology, but that doesn't matter. You love working on your robotic form, but that doesn't matter either.

These traits could be used on a normal troll to a point, but being a god at mathematics AND being able to repair themselves of damage AND being apparently extremely fast and strong AND a genius with technology AND being able to replace parts of their MIND is kind of over the top. I COULD tolerate this were it not for... the rest.

What does matter is you're prepared. You've been collecting supplies since your lusus died when you were a mere four sweeps. You've amassed enough supplies in your hive, which resides in a large cave, to last you for your entire life. It's taken a lot of raiding, pickpocketting, escaping, and fortification, but you are prepared.

Prepared for what? Don't be silly. For the moment when the ass excretions impact the whirling device, of course! You're sure it'll be soon. You're not sure how you know, you just... know. Visions. Visions delivered by your psychic power, which is to see the future. You saw the fate of Alternia. Meteors. Burning, death.

Your psychic power is to see visions, when you sleep, of important events that will affect you in the future, that is, if you do nothing about them. When you were very young, you saw the death of your lusus, but you were too young and naive to do anything about it then.

Future sight is a very disturbingly powerful ability. I could see this used on a weaker troll, but on a troll like this it's PROBABLY ill advised. Not to mention that futures you can CHANGE are unlikely, considering that all time is set in stone in most homestuck continuities.

Oh, and before you use 'lusii-less' as a weakness, it really isn't.

You were once a weak, very fast individual. You had a frail, organic body. However, you caught a fatal disease, and were forced to move yourself into a robotic body, which you built. However, this was not a bad thing. You gained a logical aspect to your personality, the computational power of a machine, and you are able to upgrade your robotic form, for better strength and the like.

Once again, I went over how dangerous a character like this could be. In addition, how exactly did a brownblood get the parts to make a robot? I mean, consider this, a brownblood is pretty damn low. In canon, the only troll even ABLE to make robots was a blueblood, which technically means he was rich as hell. So assuming our brownblood was able to make a robot and then somehow put himself in it without help he'd still have to get the parts from somewhere.

From your many sweeps of collecting supplies, you have gained about fifteen strife specibi and hundreds of fetch modi. Your main one is the Mathematical Fetch Modus, which presents you with a very difficult equation, which you solve easily due to your robotic upgrades.

Your strife specibi are as follows:
Pistolkind,Shotgunkind,Rocketlauncherkind, Submachinegunkind,Bladekind,Grenadekind,Hammerkind ,Sicklekind,Boomerangkind,Staffkind,Clubkind,Polea rmkind, Bowkind,Chainsawkind,Macekind.

oh for goodness fuckin' sake.

you dont need every weapon in the goddamn universe. one weapon not good enough for you? I mean really? Hell, a sub-automatic machinegun is an incredibly dangerous weapon by itself, as is a rocket launcher and a shotgun and grenades and bows and maces. Wait, why would anyone have bows AND 4 types of guns as specibi?

Even a single pistol is dangerous. I'd tell you to choose two but considering your other troll that chose two has what, a magic rifle and a magic op knife, how about you try to be normal. Try choosing one weapon. It's not exactly hard, go and look at all the trolls who did.

Oh, and... if you're just scavenging, it's highly unlikely one would be able to get that ludicrous amount of specibi, and of that high quality. Consider, the only time specibi are dropped is when someone DIES. Unless your troll is a fucking assassin or something, he'd need to kind of kill the original owners to get the specibi. And uh... considering what we've already said about them? I'd like to see your troll kill the owner of pistol/rocketlauncher/submachinegun/shotgunkind without dying, ESPECIALLY rocket launcher. And before you say he found the bodies, anyone who used those a lot would be very high and probably live very far away from his reclusive hive, and that's not going into the fact that anyone who did drop that probably died closer to a LOT of other scavengers than yours.

If you can choose 2-3 weapons that WORK and aren't just together for coolness sake that's okay too.

Oh, and hundreds of fetch modii? Haha, no. Different than strife specibi, fetch modi don't drop or anything. The max of what you can do is trade fetch modi with someone else, like Karkat and Sollux did. You don't 'scavenge' fetch modi.

You live in a large cave, where you set up your base. You have it heavily fortified, it'd be near impossible for anyone to break into it.

Your troll tag is apocalypticScoundrel and you ≫type in a very fast manner. thanks t0 a11 y0ur r0b0tic aspects, y0u tend t0 use a r0b0tic t0ne.≫

I still think the chances of an ORANGEBLOOD'S hive being one of the hardest structures on Alternia to break into, considering an ORANGEBLOOD was the only one working on the building, unlikely. But alone I could tolerate it.

...so my final notice is please, PLEASE try to make your trolls less op in the future. ALRIGHT?

Yeah, now that I think back he is pretty pathetically overpowered.

The future-vision isn't like, predicting that someone will fight him or anything, just cryptic flashes of say, his lusus' death or meteors bombarding alternia.

On second thought, the whole character concept for him was rather overpowered... :/

[Orlist]

Might as well post a couple of my fantrolls, each hailing from opposite sides of the hemospectrum!

First up, Sympha Barton, aka righteousSentinel


(note: i was planning to have that be the Alternian flag or something similar tied around her waist, but then i realised that i cant design flags for shit I dont want to just make up something that important.)

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is_it_wrong_to_love_alternia?

>Be the patriot

thank_you.

You are now Sympha Barton, and like you said you LOVE Alternia. Some say it's an obsession, that you're delusional, but you truly believe in the authority of the blood caste system, and in the righteousness of the Empire. You practically worship highbloods, and are happy with your position in troll society at rock bottom. To make yourself a better citizen of Alternia you took up Hemosociology: the study of the Hemospectrum in relationship with troll society. You know how the blood caste was formed, how low your blood needs to for a troll to develop psychic powers, what the exact difference is between a seadweller and an indigo blood, even how bright your blood has to be before you're classified as a mutant and must be culled on sight.

You owe your love of Alternia to your cyclops lusus, who taught you from since you were a wriggler that you should be happy with your place on the hemospectrum, and that those of higher blood than you should be treated with respect, as well as pretty much all of your views of troll society. It's also because of your lusus that you managed to become proficient with rifles. Your lusus was a gunsmith you see, and would drill you every day on how to use and maintain guns of all kind.

“Was a gunsmith,” you say? Well, it's a sad, sad story, but you might as well tell it. Long ago you were content with yourself; you were a good citizen, so what if there were a few bad peas here and there? If you saw a mutant or a revolutionary you wouldn't spare a moment in cutting them down, but you didn't actively search out enemies to fight. After all, what's one redblood against all of the scum that unfortunately inhabits glorious Alternia? But then, on that terrible night, disaster struck. A group of anarchists, seeking refuge from an angry mob of righteous citizens, hid out in your hive while you were away. When your lusus, bless his soul, tried to stop them, they killed her in cold blood. When you returned and saw the corpse of your fallen lusus surrounded by her killers, you fell into a psychic rage, killing them all before they had time to react. That night you swore that you would rid Alternia of the anarchist, the revolutionary, and the mutant, even if it costs you your life.

That's what you tell your listeners, anyways. The truth is very different, but the end result is the same. Your lusus is dead, and your anger towards mutants and revolutionaries burns bright. As part of your crusade, as you like to call it, you have erected a radio tower in your lawnring with which you communicate your message to the masses. You mostly preach the grandeur of the nobility and how lowbloods should be more content with their lives, instruct trolls on proper social etiquette, host guests, and sometimes sing a few inspiring songs, some of which you're proud to say you wrote yourself.

The other part of your crusade involves leaving your hive, bringing along a miniature radio transmitter so you can keep spreading your word on long trips, and hunting down and killing radicals and mutants yourself. Your lusus left behind plenty of rifles and ammunition for you to use when she died, and you have put that armoury to good use. You also tend to slip into a psychically-induced berserker rage whenever you get angry or see something you hate, rendering you incapable of feeling pain or fatigue, but making it difficult to discern between friend and foe. This has made pursuing black romances quite awkward, but is helpful when you need to get up-close and personal with your enemies.

Your trolltag is righteousSentinel, and you_have_a_rather_low_voice.

Second up is Trifal Fosfae, aka illuminatedUnknowns

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Your name is Trifal Fosfae, and at one point you could have been consitered normal. Sweeps ago, before that tragic accident that took your life, you were a wildly inquisitive deep sea dweller. You swam through the deepest, darkest depths of Alternia's oceans, diving into the shattered hulls of ancient seafaring vessels seeking treasure and knowledge. Not for money or fame, oh no. You did it because you enjoyed looking into Alternia's past, piecing together the secrets of battles long since fought, and keeping the relics for yourself. Together with your angler lusus, secret journals were uncovered, ancient weapons we're retrieved, and valuable plunder was won. Most of what you retrieved was almost entirely destroyed, either during the battles that sunk these mighty vessels, or from sweeps of water damage. You didn't care, though, that was all part of the fun.

Then one day, when you were four sweeps old, you died. You accidentally activated a trap placed by a particularly paranoid captain inside one of their treasure chests. Your lusus survived the blast, but you were less lucky. However, just moments later, while your limp body was being cradled by your lusus, your eyes opened again. But instead of being vivid orange, they were ghastly white. You don't know why you came back, and at the time you didn't care. You may have technically been undead, but you felt just as alive as ever. You consoled your lusus, and for a while (un)life was good. You continued your searches, confident in the fast that you were now more or less unkillable.

Then one night you started noticing your emotions slowly leaving you. You say it's because of your royal blood that you are able to stave off the ill effects of undeath, but that's a lie. You don't know why your emotions are leaving you now all of a sudden. You left your hive and lusus behind, searching far and long for some answer, some cure, seeking out powerful mystics and psychics, secret books and scrolls, traveling to the darkest corners of Alternia on hunches and rumors in search of something, even after all that you have found nothing. Every night you feel a little more of yourself slip away, and there is nothing you can do.

You panicked at first, obviously. You enjoy your emotions, thank you very much, and you weren't about to lose them to stupid undeath. You made it your goal to never stop until you found a cure.
But the cycles of hope and despair eventually wore you out. Every amazing lead you found was false, every spectacular find a sham. So, one night you just quit. No more blind fumbling in the dark. Instead, you decided that if you were fighting a losing battle, you might as well make it enjoyable.

You started out small. A bit of sopor there, some skydiving there, but eventually you stopped enjoying those. Then it was on to super sopor, and parachute-less skydiving, but even those lost their charm. Now you haunt old enemies, take deadly drugs, and manipulate and kill other trolls, but even those are slowly becoming bland. Apathy has almost completely overtaken you, but you are hell-bent on making death fight for every scrap and piece of you that remains.

Your trolltag is illuminatedUnknowns, and Y*u speak in a such a way as t* imply y*u are as bright and happy as y*u were l*ng ag*, but y0u find y0urself slipping m0re and m0re 0ften int0 h0ll0w apathy.

[Insani]

Okay, I've COMPLETELY revamped my 9th fantroll. I've seriously reduced his power, I'm hoping it'll be okay now.

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≫hey, n0w that's just unca11ed f0r.≫

>Be the cowardly scoundrel?

≫0h we11, y0u'11 be dead s00n en0ugh...≫



Your name is Markat Binart and you are nine sweeps old. You like to tell people you are good with robotics and machinery, but secretly you suck at it. Your robotic body, which you stole from an unsuspecting highblood, is actually quite good. Or rather, it was quite good. Your tweaking to it has actually REDUCED it's performance.

Your interests include creating robots from scrap metal you can find, most of which explode or don't even turn on. You also like to steal equipment for when Doomsday finally comes, adding it to the piles of supplies in your cave, which your hive is built in. It's quite secure, as not many trolls expect somebody to be stupid enough as to live in a cave filled with various species of blindbeasts. Luckily for you, the cave is inhabited by only you.

Before, when you were completely organic, you were a very fast, but weak individual. You were probably twice as fast as the average troll, but all you really could do was run and hide. You never were a good fighter. Eventually, you caught a disease that would kill you within a quarter of a sweep. In order to combat this, you obtained a robotic body.

As said before, you have a robotic body. You stole it from a blueblood you had been stalking for weeks, when he finally left his hive for a few days to visit his matesprit or whatever. You're not sure why he left, all you know and care to know is that when he came back he was missing a robot. You also had to make it look like you, which was hard but worth it. You think.

It was originally pretty good, but you tweaked it so that it would give you the speed you were accustomed to, however, due to your lack of knowledge in the field of robotics, you ended up completely fucking it up. Your robotic body's strength is only a bit above what your original strength was, it's unreliable and occasionally one of your arms stops responding for a few time measurement units. To improve your intelligence, you tried connecting a computer to your brain. This was one of the stupidest things you had ever done, as the logical, emotionless mind of the computer was given too much control and or connected wrongly, you've never been sure which.

As a side effect of this, you are a bit better at calculations, but the machine linked to your mind has ruined your personality completely. Where there was once a sneaky, happy, energetic male, there is a reckless, angry, paranoid troll trapped in a robotic shell.

Of course, the paranoia isn't the computer's fault. You've had the power to see the future. But it's not a great power. It's a horrible power. When you sleep, you always dream of important events that will affect you in the future, whether it's your lusus' death, or the... destruction of Alternia? You're not sure about the dreams you've been having for a sweep. Your dreams are always cryptic, the only really important things you see are trolls dying, meteors bombarding Alternia, and yourself on a strange planet.

You are well equipped, you wield the Mathematical modus, which makes you solve equations to get your items, which you use your computer-based enchancements to do. You wield PISTOLKIND, GRENADEKIND, BLADEKIND, and MACEKIND. You only ever use your trusty pistol, but even with your robotic aiming enhancements, you're still a bit of a coward and bad at combat.

Your troll tag is apocalypticScoundrel and you ≫type in a very fast manner. thanks t0 a11 y0ur r0b0tic aspects, y0u tend t0 use a r0b0tic t0ne.≫

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Criticism, please?

[Monster X]

It's pretty good. Four specibi might still be a little much, but I can deal with it.

Thank you for taking criticism well.

[Tiitha]

And Tiitha, aren't highbloods supposed to have the highest resistance? And isn't that power kind of too powerful? What if she went around attacking people while pacifying them?

Well, technically yes, but let's just say a) she's not very violent to attack in the first place, due to being a lowblood, b) attacking a troll while using pacify would completely negate the pacifying affect since it would just reaggravate them and c) she doesn't go around randomly pacifying trolls; only trolls that are important to her, trolls attacking her, or trolls attacking trolls important to her. It's a defensive-only ability, and she has to concentrate on each troll in order to pacify them. It does not work on anything BUT trolls, as well. (Sorry for a late reply!)

[Insani]

It's pretty good. Four specibi might still be a little much, but I can deal with it.

Thank you for taking criticism well.

Thank YOU for taking all the time to write all that.

When I originally wrote it I didn't realize how absolutely overpowered he was.

And eh, I don't think he'll ever use his close-range specibi anyway, he's probably still too much of a coward for that.

Edit: Ah, that explains it, Tiitha.

Whipkind doesn't sound like a very damaging weapon anyway. xD