trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[maliciousDevil]

I've always sorta thought that too, actually. I might change it a bit later on, because you're right; a demon doesn't really fit in Alternia. I think her just being insane would be applicable.

/infact you know what I think I'll just edit that now... /

[Katrika]

Insane works. And maybe have her be a really dark shade of orange, but she pretends to be brighter for convenience?

[maliciousDevil]

That sounds like a good idea.

I'm about to hit myself upside the head, thinking about how all of this would work in Alternia. xD

[Katrika]

Don't feel TOO bad. I made a rainbowblood, once.

=P

[maliciousDevil]

Oh my god. xD Looks like something got a little messed up in the incestuous slushy!

[Katrika]

No, her blood shifted through all the shades.

Somehow.

She had angst about it and get really sick in high purple and got sent to an imperial culling center but ESCAPED.

Her matesprit was a whiteblood with 9 personalities.

I...can kind of see why that rp died. Anyway, I remade her. Chrisa Pteron. Check earlier in this thread!

[maliciousDevil]

That does sound kind of like a cool idea... but then again, that would never work! A matespirit with 9 different personalities.... doesn't sound so good either! :P I'll be sure to check on that.

[Sporky]

>Make up troll on the spot at work

You fiend!

> Be the rustblood

Your name is KAPILA KIIRAN, and you have REDDISH-BROWN BLOOD.

This, of course, puts you rather low on the HEMOSPECTRUM, sort of A HIGH PEASANT, IF THAT WERE A THING. But it's not a thing. So you're just a peasant. Oh well. You TRY NOT TO LET IT BOTHER YOU, and you're definitely not the only rustblood on ALTERNIA.

Your INTERESTS include THE MOVIES OF TROLL HARRISON FORD, especially THE ONES WHERE HE PLAYS A ROUGH AND TUMBLE SMUGGLER TRYING TO MAKE HIS WAY IN A GALAXY TORN APART BY CIVIL WAR. There are other characters in those movies, but you HONESTLY CANNOT GIVE A SHIT, it's all about the FORD. You also enjoy VIDEO GAMES, particularly THOSE THAT ARE OPEN ENDED, because you enjoy being able to IGNORE THE PLOT AND BULGE ABOUT FOR NIGHTS ON END DOING RANDOM MEANINGLESS SHIT.

Your FOREST HIVE is RATHER SIMPLE BECAUSE YOU ARE A RUSTBLOOD, consisting only of TWO FLOORS and A SINGLE EXTRATERRANEAL LANDING SLAT. You ENJOY WATCHING MOVIES on the slat, it's just a thing you like to do. Your RESPITEBLOCK is full of TROLL HARRISON FORD POSTERS, and VARIOUS POSTERS OF OPEN-ENDED VIDEO GAMES. It's also got YOUR HUSKTOP COMPUTER, which you ALMOST CONSTANTLY KEEP PLUGGED IN, despite it BEING A HUSKTOP and therefore PORTABLE.

Your lusus is YOUR AWESOME BEARDAD, who is a PRIMURSUS about THE SIZE OF A PRIUS...what's a PRIUS? He's small..ish as far as lusii go, but agile, and THOSE CLAWS CAN TAKE A TROLL'S HEAD CLEAN OFF! Your HORNS are rather like his TEETH, but BIGGER and OBVIOUSLY COLORED LIKE TROLL HORNS.

Being a rustblood obviously means you've got HEMOLOYALISTS AND HEMOFACISTS TRYING TO CULL YOU, so you've adapted. You've got the cards for both PISTOLKIND and LAUNCHERKIND in your strife deck, but the latter is ONLY USED IN DIRE CIRCUMSTANCES. Your weapons of choice for each are your .460 10-SHOT VOLCANIC and your PUMP-ACTION GRENADE LAUNCHER. You love your pistol, yes you do~

Your FETCH MODUS is the UNLOCKABLES MODUS. Each sylladex card is assigned a TASK, and when you complete that task, THE CARD IS UNLOCKED. Should you put a card back in your sylladex after unlocking and using it, IT BECOMES LOCKED AGAIN. Bluh. Your cards are all a dusty beige when unlocked, and greyed out when locked.

You're also A SELF-TELEKINETIC. That's right, YOU CAN FLY. But not much else. You can't lift anyone else, you can't fling stuff around, YOU CAN JUST FLY. Wheee.

If you were to PLAY A GAME CALLED SGRUB, you would be the PAGE OF HEART, in the LAND OF MAPS AND TREES. You would enjoy A GREAT MANY SIDEQUESTS FOR AMAZING WEAPONS along with your MONKEYBEAR CONSORTS.

Your trolltag is unlockedCaliber , and you k1nda have a l12p. K1nda.

[Overlard]

>Be the self-insert created on a whim for the other thread.
=/= go there, fuckass
>Be originally a self-insert but now his personality has deviated too heavily to be me.....troll.
=/=w that I can fucking do.

You are DEVEI TORE, and you aren't very unique. Other trolls call you smart, but you just say you use COMMON SENSE. You are definitely NOT SMART, as everything new must be explained in full detail to you. Though you will admit you find it easy to remember the little things.

Your lusus, a perfectly NORMAL eagle-ish thing, is an alright lusus. You two usually go around looking for creatures to kill during the NIGHT. He makes sure you don't get killed and you keep an eye out for creatures to hunt. It's a very nice partnership. Hunting tends to tick you off though. Then again, so does pretty much everything else.

You have DULL GREEN (#004000) blood, leaving you somewhere in the middlin' section of the hemospectrum. You don't really understand WHY there's a hemospectrum, but you follow it anyway. No need to make waves. You would also prefer to NOT be culled.

Your hive is in a FOREST. You like the quiet there, since loud noises set off your SHORT FUSED TEMPER. If it wasn't clear, you have a SHORT FUSE, and you have to work hard to keep from flying off the handle. You used to BLOW UP all the time, but now you've got it down to 'most of the time'. Although you now LIVE with your matesprit. It's admittedly a lot easier to maintain your temper around her. Mainly because you don't want to piss her off. Again. That cost you a week that you're never getting back. Ouch.

Your sign is an UNEQUAL SIGN. You like it because you think it shows humility, and will keep the higher bloods happy. Although at this point, it could also reference your LACK OF RIGHT EYE. Yes, you lost your right eye. Instead, you got a robotic one. Your EX-KISMESIS stole the organic one with a knife. That bitch. Oh well, can't fight her anymore. Or some could take it in REVERSE, and assume you're calling everyone ELSE unequal. It's quite open to interpretation.

Your interests include VIDEO GAMES, LITERATURE, STAR GAZING, and CUTTING THINGS WITH YOUR AXE. Too bad the things you hit with your axe never HOLD STILL. You love to play games where you get to role-play, but you tell no one of this. NO ONE. Your preferred book genre is SCI-FI, you like the thought of going to the stars, even if it's being done already.

Your strife specibus is set to AXEKIND. You wield a big ole' choppin' axe, good for cutting up kills and chopping down encroaching trees, even though it is TERRIBLE for HUNTING. Your fetch modus is 'Selection' mode. What? All you do is select which one you want and then you get it. No need for it to be ludicrously complicated, you get angry enough as it is. Although you also have SPEARKIND thanks to your moirail's help. He tries so hard to keep you from flipping out. And you act as a the voice of common sense to him. Yay. But back to the spears, you generally PREFER to use your MULTITUDE of axes. In EMERGENCIES you will attempt vicious poking with your ONE crappy spear.

At the age of ~7.3 sweeps, you are quite settled into this personality, or at least you hope so.

In the land of Silt and Wrath, you are the lowly ROGUE OF HATE. Not that you know this, of course.

Your trolltag is truncatingNightmare and you Do =/=t like k=/=wing things aren't chopped in half.
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Blood color: Dull green(#004000)
Lusus: Eaglebeast
Typing quirk: Never, and no are replaced with =/=
Interests: Books, video games, stargazing, CHOPPIN'
Name: Devei Tore
Land: Land of Silt and Wrath
Title: Rogue of Hate
Strife specibus: Axekind
Fetch modus: Selection

[Chasewithlasers]

>Be the ninja cop.

That’s==not==my==job!

>Be the assassin nurse.

Close==enough.




Your name is SANGRI VENDAJ, however, you don’t care much about that name, after all, most people just call you THE NURSE. Hell, that’s how you call yourself, so who gives a damn about your real name.

As your name says, you are a NURSE. Well, you WERE one. For many sweeps, you worked in a normal hospital, rescuing trolls from CULLINGS, before you finally got tired. All these constant cullings just PISSED YOU OFF, and then, you joined an organization bent on destroying the ones who were causing all these shenanigans.

You are to this day a proud member of the EUTHANAE, a group of rogue nurses, doctors and other health-related trolls with a passionate hate for any kind of SUBJUGGULATORS. Actually, most members hate all of the INDIGOBLOODS. That is pretty ironic, considering that you are one of the best nurses on the group, and your blood is… Indigo. Completely unexpected, really. Your goal in this group? Kill every fucking Subjuggulator you see in front of you. They are useless, unnecessary menaces to Troll society, at least in your eyes. Trolls get killed all the time by natural ways, you certainly don’t need a whole fucking bloodcaste killing everyone with the most stupid reasons in the world, or no reasons at all.

That certainly doesn't mean you hate indigoes, however - first, that wouldn't make sense, and second, not all indigoes are subjugs, even though a great part of society seems to think that way. Nevertheless, you always keep a wary eye when there are indigoes around.... and boy do you fucking HATE if someone acts like you are one of those filthy, rotten subjuggulators.

You are also a heavy SMOKER, which is also kind of weird, with the whole nurse thing. However, you just can’t stop. Cigarettes calm you down, even though it’s kind of annoying to your pacients. But honestly, who cares? You wouldn’t be able to stop even if you tried. Chain Smoking is now on your DNA…okay, it probably isn’t, but who gives a fuck.

Of course, you would not be a nurse if you didn’t enjoy HELPING. You must be one of the few trolls that actually give a damn about HEALING people, instead of doing something like taking their bones away… or teeth… well, you get the idea. So, mostly, if you see a hurt troll, you immediately try to HELP them. Except if it’s a subjuggulator. Fuck subjuggulators. You just let those BLEED to death… you know what, actually, sometimes you do help. By putting them out of their misery and BREAKING THEIR NECKS.

I’m not saying you DON’T take away bones or teeth or shit like that, by the way… you just never do that with trolls that are ALIVE. You do, however, like to harvest ORGANS and BODYPARTS in order to create small MEMORIALS, in the form of statues, installations and other creepy shit like that. Your hive is full of the crap, and… people who visit you normally don’t bother coming back again. You don't know why, since they are always so pretty... you like decorating them, keeping them clean and everything, but other trolls still think it's CREEPY.

To sustain your delicious, deadly addiction, you started to cultivate your own tobacco, and that made you a pretty good GARDENER. That’s why you have quite a shitton of tobacco plants behind your hive… besides other things, like FLOWERS, some VEGETABLES and even a few small FRUIT trees. Gardening helps you calm down after a long day of work, and besides, having a HEALTHY DIET is the least you can do for fucking up your body with cigarettes all the damn time.

Your HIVE is in a large, cozy, dug rockface right by the sea. You like to keep it neat and organized, even though you don't spend that much time on it. After all, you ARE sort of a workaholic. For being this close to the sea, you grew rather fond of SWIMMING over the years. Sure, a few seadwellers that live close by don't really like you being all up in ther BACKYARD, but it's fine as long no one is messing with no one.

You also use the CIGARETTE MODUS, which requires you to completely smoke a cig to fetch an item, the number of cigarettes depending on the size of the item. Cigs, packs and lighters can be stored and fetched without cost, because woo fucking hoo for cancer.

Your STRIFE PORTFOLIO has bandageKind, fistKind and footKind, although you mainly focus on using the first one. You admit that you can be a little bit... CHOKETY CHOKE CHOKEY when it comes to killing people, specially when you are using your trusty REINFORCED BANDAGES, which are long rolls of really, really HARD to rip, fabric. You use them mostly for strifing, but they can also be used in normal medicinal ways.

Your trolltag is cultivatedSuccor and you==keep==your==words==carefully==patched==togeth er=([])=you==see. (== for spaces, =([])= for commas)

In Sgrub, your title would be MAID OF LIFE in the LAND OF FLESH AND SMOKE.

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Name: Sangri Vendaj (The Nurse)
Blood Color: Purple Heart (#652DC1 )
Fetch Modus: Cigarette Modus
Lusus: Large Sea Leech
Strife Specibii: bandageKind; footKind; fistKind
Gender: Female
Age: 12 Sweeps Old
Symbol: Holed Crutch Cross
Trolltag: cultivatedSuccor
Typing quirk: Patches==her==words==together=([])=like==this. (== for spaces, =([])= for commas)
Title: Maid of Life
Land: Land of Flesh and Smoke
Consorts: Rabbits
Normal attire: Gray Nurse uniform, gray nurse cap with her symbol, black stockings with garterbelt, black high heels

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[Katrika]

Your name is DAMARA MERINO, and you’re SIX SWEEPS OLD. You live in the PLAINS with your woolbeast lusus, and your main interactions with other people are ONLINE. Your friends call you PARANOID, but really, you’re just PREPARED. You’ve seen the signs. There are CONSPIRACIES EVERYWHERE, and society is going to COLLAPSE AT ANY MOMENT. You spend most of your free time preparing for the INEVITABLE END OF THE WORLD so that you and your disease vectors, er, FRIENDS, might survive.

Sadly, nobody really appreciates your TIRELESS DEDICATION. When you aren’t GATHERING SUPPLIES, lurking on END OF THE WORLD PREDICTON FORUMS, or READING POST-APOCOLYPTIC FICTION, you’re furiously KNITTING OUT ALL THAT PENT UP FRUSTERATION. That’s right. You knit. You BURN EVERYTHING ONCE YOU FINISH IT, though. Nobody can ever know of your TURGID LOVE AFFAIR with yarn.

Your strife specibus is set to CROWBARKIND, because when the end of the world comes, crowbars are going to be REALLY USEFUL. They can open things, break things down, kill people…GOD YOU LOVE THEM. You were going to set it to FLAREGUNKIND, but, well…let’s just say that’s a REALLY BAD IDEA in the DRY SEASON. You had to eat roast lamb for weeks.

Your trolltag is crazyPrepared and u use abbr. b/c u dont have time to waste

In Sgrub, your title would be RANGER OF DOOM in the LAND OF YARN AND ASHES.

[Monster X]

> Be the COLLECTOR OF OTHER'S ITEMS.



Your name is ROBATO VAZGAU and you are 9 sweeps old. You're quite a shifty one, and people often describe you as suspicious. And why not? After all, you are a total kleptomaniac as well as a clean freak, and the sight of ANYTHING OUT OF PLACE just makes you want to NAB IT.

Other than your theiving and ordery ways, you are obsessed with being high class. As such, you wear a top hat and a monocle. You're a very calm troll usually, bar your nervous resistance to thieving everything you see, so things like noise and fights are not your forte and get on your nerves. HOWEVER, nothing gets you pissed quite as much as clutter. Gog you hate that shit. This is why you try to keep your hive cleaned.

Try, that is. You see, the hive tends to get very cluttered because of a CERTAIN GIANT MAGPIE of yours. Your Lusus, you see, tends to... trash your place with the thousands of SHINY THINGS it picks up and drags to the place where is nests. Twigs and shiny things and argh. Unfortunately, you yourself love the shiny things, so it's kind of difficult to clean them up when YOU YOURSELF are stealing them!

Your specibus is broomKind, which is mostly just so that you can literally declare war on dirt. You admit it's not the most effective in battle, but hey neither are you. And there are perks to keeping the broom in your specibus instead of your modus, because honestly it... is a rather embarrassing one. You utilize the Boogie Down modus, which... requires dancing, yes. You try not to use it much.

If you ever played SGRUB your land would be the Land of Heaps and Henge and your consorts would be incredibly annoying Bats.

Your trolltag is continuousCollectivity and y_u se_m to s_dden_y no_ice a f_w of y_ur let_ers are mi_sin_g.
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[Thunder Reign]

>Be the... wow, uh, dude, you don't look so good.


Your name is HAEMUT FUSCOU, and- you know what? Fuck it. You've won. Everyone else go home.

What do you mean? Well, you're sure many others would disagree, but as far as you're concerned? You've executed the greatest maneuvre in history. A feat that many others dreamed of, but only you had the skill- the immense courage!- to perform. You squirmed out from the Cave of Trials as a brick-brown blood, but you stand here today at the age of 8.5 sweeps a blue blood. And you don't mean that you simply put on blue clothes and started pretending you were a nobleman, either. You have literally managed to change your own blood color.

Of course, it's not like you were supposed to do that. All hemospectrum and societal issues aside, the troll body just wasn't built to handle a blood color it wasn't born with, and you're sicker than a yellowblood who just saw a nude musclebeast painting. Your body does a lot of shit it shouldn't do: spontaneously locking up, depriving you of random senses for a few hours, giving you seizures, and degrading your horn strength are just a few of the side effects caused by rerouting your entire vascular system. It's sort of a miracle you're still alive, really, and the way you're going indicates you'll probably bite the dust in a sweep or so. But you don't really care at all. Why?

You're proud. You're haughty, spiteful, imperious. You knew you were just faaaar too grand to eke out life as a filthy brownblood, so you pitted your intellect against the laws of nature and produced, via combinations of flat out murder coupled with some good old fashioned mad science, a substance that altered the pigments and chemicals in your veins to produce a blue hue instead of brown. Of course, it's not like blue was the best you could do. You could have gone higher. But doing this would have meant your psychic power would decrease in strength to the point of uselessness, and it's a sacrifice you weren't and will never be willing to make. You love your power.

Is it telekinesis, or laser vision? No, it's emotional manipulation- namely, the ability to turn romantic love or hate into apathy. By focusing on them for about three seconds, you can turn the most smitten matesprit or kismesis on the planet into someone who wouldn't give a ratbeast's ass if their lover got stabbed right before their eyes. As you're quite a calculating individual, someone who matchmakes in your head and gets rather indignant when people couple up into pairings you're not fond of, you use your power to the point of abuse and revelled in "correcting" bad couples. You hid your ability as a brickblood, afraid of getting culled for using it, but now that's you're a nobleman you have actually started advertising it.

Now that we've established you're sort of a huge douche, what do you do with yourself? Well, the first thing you did once you figured out how to change your blood color was hunt down a very reclusive blueblood and cull him, in order to adopt his identity. You torched your old hive and murdered everyone who knew you as a peasant (fortunately you were rather reclusive, so that wasn't too much of a hassle) before moving into the blueblood's hive. Unfortunately, a problem presented itself- you needed his lusus to perfect your facade, but at the same time you were far too emotionally attached to your own lusus to abandon it. And thus, your primary interest other than relationship breakdowns was formed: Lusus keeping.

You adopted his dopey corgi lusus for your own and moved in your original lusus to the back yard, before heading out to abduct other troll's lusii. If they were too rowdy then you simply left them alone, being a rather large fan of Alternian wildlife (not in that sense, ugh!), but if they cooperated then you lead them back to your new hive and put them in stables for observation. You fancy yourself quite the animal buff, even going so far as to refer to yourself as a "zookeeper", and you charge other trolls a pittance of a few caegars to visit your collection. Fortunately, your own lusus is highly intimidating, so as to... deter others from attacking your not-so-strong form. You were once a pretty intimidating archer with your bowKind, but recently you've gotten so weak you find it hard to not let your hands shake. Oh well! Better to die young and blue than old and brown, in your opinion.

Oh, the relationship thing? Well, when you're not making a pretty penny off your zookeeping, you hire yourself out as "The Ultimate Auspistice". For a significantly higher fee- that is to say, either hundreds of caegars or someone's lusus- you will use your powers on whoever the client wishes, even themselves. If they've got unwanted red or black feelings for their moirail's matesprit? It'll be gone in a second. They want to snatch said matesprit for themselves? Both their moirail and the matesprit in question get a good dose of apathy. You normally charge a flat rate, but up that amount if you're being paid to break up a pairing you personally liked. Can't win them all!

Your trolltag is upperclassDefined and <y>ou put the first and last letter of your sentences into brackets to mimic your mandible<s>. <W>hich aren't dumb, damn i<t>! <Y>ou- BLUGH

...Uh, Haemut? Hello? Oh, whoops, you're frothing on the floor again. Let's leave you alone for a little while.

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Name: Haemut Fuscou. Haemut derived from haemal/haemataulics, to do with blood and the movement thereof; Fuscou derived from fuscous, brown/tawny/dingy.
Age: 8.5 sweeps.
Blood hex: #0055aa.
Strife Specibus: bowKind.
Lusus: A massive Closer. Dumb as bricks but fiercely protective. Can shoot spikes from openings in it's arms/mouth.
Symbol: "Competition".
Psychic Power: Can turn red or black romantic feelings into complete apathy. Doesn't work so grand on moirails or auspistices. An affected troll will feel apathetic towards the troll they had their feelings for deleted from then on, and if that other troll attempts to win their affections/hate back they will be unable to reciprocate for at least a perigee.

[Suds McFuddle]

>Be the highblood-hating douchebag

EXCUSE ME

>Be the anarchist

TH(A)TS BETTER



Your name is CENTIA GODIN and if there’s one thing you hate, it’s any form of hierarchy whatsoever.

You are 9 sweeps old and have been an ANARCHIST for as long as you can remember. You feel as if the entire blood caste system should be COMPLETELY REMOVED from troll society. You detest every form of AUTHORITY and therefore cannot stand sea dwellers or subjugglators. Other than that, you don’t really mind talking to other trolls higher on the hemospectrum as long as they don’t mention that fact in front of you.

You have a PSYCHIC ABILITY that allows you to READ THE MINDS OF OTHER TROLLS and COMMUNICATE WITH THEM MENTALLY. You don’t really use this ability much. Usually the only times you use it is to try and convince someone mentally to join your REBELLIOUS CAUSE.

Your HIVE is INCREADIBLY MESSY. Sometimes your PIT BULL lusus will run amok inside your hive, causing a plethora of papers that spell out your many PLANS FOR REBELLION to spread about all over the floor. Your walls are nearly covered with PROPAGANDA POSTERS, many of them torn and ripped because of your lusus. Most of your time is spent either talking to fellow anarchists or coming up with more plots for the complete TAKE-DOWN OF ROYALTY, many of which are most likely never going to actually work.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is SHOTGUNKIND and you’re never seen outside of your hive without your TRUSTY DOUBLE-BARREL. Your troll tag is malcontentNihilist and YOU T(A)LK VERY LOUDLY (A)ND QU!CKLY SO YOU DONT H(A)VE T!ME FOR PUNCTU(A)T!ON

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Name: Centia Godin. Centia from latin word licentia apparently meaning lawless and Godin from William Godwin
Age: 9 sweeps
Gender: Male
Trolltag: malcontentNihilist
Blood/Text color: Orange (#e97400)
Lusus: Pit bull
Strife Specibus: Shotgunkind
Fetch modus: Erratic modus, items are arranged in no order whatsoever. Similar to the Miracle modus, but without any colors and items don’t normally fly out all the time.
Quirk: Types in all caps, replaces I with !, adds parenthesis around A, doesn’t use punctuation.
Symbol: Symbol for Anarchy
SGURB title: Knight of Rage
SGURB land: Land of Fire and Disorder

[Fishman]

>PSYCHIC ABILITY

>the only times you use it is to eavesdrop on the highbloods

the higher the blood, the more psychic resistance / immunity they have

just saiyan



also your symbol is pretty blatantly anti-aliased

you should probably do something about that

[mars7a]

Stacking on the critique tower, the hair is sort floating off of the body at the bottom left. He has a cool quirk, and I always love to see dog lusii.

[Suds McFuddle]

Does this look better? This is my first time making a troll. A friend of mine made the other, I just did the bio.

[rainbowAdversary]

Your name is HOURIG SIRPAA and you’re a really complicated troll. You’re a lowly red-blood, a fact of which you have long-since accepted. Unfortunately, it has led to a lot of self-esteem and self-loathing issues, though you’d rather not speak of that right now. Despite this, you have a tendency to look down on and think of other trolls as inferior. You don’t know why you do this, and know you have no right to. You try to keep that one a secret, since you’re a worthless piece of shit anyway. No need getting yourself culled or something.

You also have a yearning for troll romance. Your deepest desire is to fill all four quadrants, though you’d settle for the two red ones. Perhaps your enthusiasm for this is what scares other trolls off, or maybe it’s the fact that you tend to get overdramatic when it comes to romance, but it seems impossible for other trolls to really like you. This has only contributed to the self-esteem problems we said we would not talk about.

Oh, and you have a really hard time making decisions. The only decision you seem fine with is the one deciding how much you suck. Which is always A LOT.

So instead of talking personality, let’s talk about your interests. You are very much into art, though the idea of painting with another troll’s blood is really quite repulsive. You have nothing against killing, but such a grotesque act just seems indecent to the dead. Because of this, you just stick to using graphite and other non-colourful media. You’ve attempted to find non-bloody paint, but it simply doesn’t exist.

You’ve also dabbled in the art of writing, but you don’t think you’re very good at it, and therefore, don’t pursue it very much. Just like… a lot of things. There are a lot of things you’ve started and easily gave up on, in fact. Heh.

Anyways, we’ve already revealed your blood to be deep red. Your lusus is a deer, and you live in a humble hive, with only enough room for you and Deermom to live. Your sylladex is Pictionary, due to your interest in art and drawing. You have a hard time drawing really complicated objects, though, so usually it’s easier to NOT captchalogue them. Your strife specibus is unrelated as it is the bow and arrow kind. You find it’s more useful for strife than pencils, paper, or charcoal, or else you’d find a use for the artsupplykind specibus.

Your trollian handle is grayscaleMigrant and you tend to, vhh, speak like yov’re really not svre, vh, what yov're saying... < 3


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Land of Plains and Spheres
Ranger of Balance

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[Flamerider64]

Full-body shot (FUCKING BIG!)
http://i.imgur.com/h1tcp.jpg

Well he-he-helloooo Nurse.
*ahem*

What, I have Ava, that practically gives me permission to do that.

[Cone]

>Be the laughing guy.
{ahahahahalright}



Your name is NAHTAN AMUART. Other trolls say there's something wrong with your name. But you don't care, you just laugh at them. In fact, YOU LAUGH AT EVERYTHING. That may be caused by some sort of MENTAL ISSUES. Let's face it, you aren't a mindless piece of shit, but you are not completely sane either. Because, is there any other explanation for laughing so often? There probably is. But you can't deny that there is none for being TOTALLY RANDOM at times.

Your only interest is STALKING. You just love doing that. That makes people think you are an perverted asshole, but you just let them think that way. Who cares.

Your lusus is a small bat-like creature. You really like him, he's a funny guy. You wouldn't be amused if he died. But you'd probably laugh anyway.

Your fetch modus is the REFLEX MODUS. If you want to drag an item from your Sylladex, you have to catch the card containing it. That would be easy, if the cards didn't move extremely fast. Good that you have your LIGHTNING REFLEXES.

You use the GLOVEKIND SPECIBUS. You don't need any other weapon, your ENHANCED AGILITY is enough. You also love to HEADBUTT YOUR ENEMIES when you fight.

Your trolltag is insaneRandomness and {as it wahahahas sahahahaid before you lahahahahaugh a lot}

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Name: Nahtan Amuart. Nahtan from Nathan and Amuart from trauma.
Age: 8 sweeps
Gender: Male
Trolltag: insaneRandomness
Blood/Text color: dark blue #0000a0
Lusus: bat-like thingy
Strife Specibus: glovekind
Fetch modus: Reflex modus - you have to catch the item in order to obtain it.
Quirk: Randomly replaces a's with aha, ahaha, ahahaha or ahahahaha. Puts sentences in {brackets}. Punctuation and capitalization depend on his mood.
Symbol: A corna made of stripes.
SGURB title: Leech of Mind
SGURB land: Land of Walls and Confusion

[maya]

>Be the level-headed stone enthusiast.

Hey, that one wasn't so bad! Thanks, disembodied voice!


Your name is RHYDIR REALGA, and you certainly have an affinity for the land. Not just stones, no, though you do adore them: gems, minerals, they're fossilized gifts from the ancients, to be sure! Your flagrant fanboyism of the world around you, however, extends literally to EVERY PART OF IT. Sure, born as a powerless lowblood, you were kind of dealt a bum hand. THE PLANET, however, is blind to the hemospectrum-- as opposed to your fellow TROLLS! And for that, you adore her. It's true, while you've failed to fill a single quadrant at 9.5 SWEEPS OLD, you hold the utmost admiration for ALTERNIA ITSELF. You mostly spend your time EXPLORING UNCHARTED TERRITORY and COLLECTING VARIOUS PLANET-STUFFS. As such, you're loath to leave your trusty SHOVEL anywhere but its rightful place: allocated to your SPADEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS.

Have you used it to kill before? CERTAINLY, as violence is something BRED INTO YOU. That isn't to say, however, that you aren't apt to TALK THINGS OUT and seek NON-VIOLENT SOLUTIONS more often than not! You believe in PRACTICALITY first and foremost, after all. That's why you've taken to COMMITTING CORPSES TO THE GROUND. Yeah, that's a fancy way of saying BURY THEM, what of it? Given the chemical makeup of living things, there is just as much to be gained from burying them as there is from simply LEAVING THEM BELLY-UP! Plus, it's far less unsightly.

Truthfully, you're a pretty SIMPLE GUY. No, really, you're about as average as it gets! No POWERS, no TRAGIC PAST, no MENTALLY-SCARRING MUTATIONS. Nobody's out to get you(aside from the occasional HAUGHTY HIGHBLOOD), and for that reason, you're a SPECTACULAR MEDIATOR. While you've never quite crossed the line of full-out auspisticizing anyone, you figure you were practically CUT OUT FOR IT! Heh, sort of like how your TUNNELWORM LUSUS 'cuts' tunnels in the planet's crust for the two of you to live in! Yes, you're rather fond of RODNEY, bless his heart. The poor thing ISN'T TOO BRIGHT-- I mean, he chose you after all-- but he's certainly HARD-WORKING. Yes, he's always toiling away at the soil, forcing you into a life of HIVELESSNESS and LIVING OFF THE LAND. In fact, you AREN'T ONLINE OFTEN due to limitations of your modest PDA(PUPAL DEMORALIZATION ARBITRATOR).

When you do, by some miracle, find service, your TROLLTAG is lithologicalGeosthetics and While your speech isn't as rough as some, your preferred method of quaking things up is generally pretty solid!

[MeiMei]

>Be the lady knight



Okay, we can do that.

Your name is AOIFA TUATHA, and you are ten sweeps old. No really, though your files in the Alternian database state that you are still nine sweeps, the only thing that’s keeping you from joining the Alternian military. But oh well, you’re content to just EXPLORE while you’re still on Alternia, since ADVENTURING is one of your hobbies.

You are a GREEN-BLOOD, and also a member of an order of LADY KNIGHTS, famed for being DEFENDERS OF MORALITY and also EXCELLENT AT FELLING MONSTERS. To be true, your order of knights can tend to be a bit RECKLESS AND FOOLHARDY, especially when you allow your EMOTIONS to lead your actions. But you tend to keep yourself under control, as your MIST STAG LUSUS taught you how to be calm in your actions. You have chosen the HALBERD as your weapon, as it suits your fighting style quite nicely.

Some trolls find your taste in CONVERSATION PARTNERS a bit off, but you trust yourself to be a good judge of character. This is mostly because you tend to notice SMALL DETAILS, which one must notice out in the field, like when hunting, you know.

Also, you are pretty AWESOME and BEAUTIFUL, but this kinda goes without saying, doesn’t it? However, you have trouble when it comes to other trolls telling you this, as compliments tend to EMBARRASS you. You try to be a MODEST AND HUMBLE KNIGHT, after all. REDROM is especially hard for you to approach, much preferring to try to remain JUST FRIENDS, even if you were the one to have a crush first.

You’re rather selective when it comes to choosing meals, you tend to choose according to the OCCASION. When you are not hunting or adventuring, you like to talk to others about adventures and take walks around various TERRAINS. You’re hardly ever at your hive, but you always carry around a HANDHELD TROLLIAN-ACCESSIBLE DEVICE in which to receive messages. The stylus that came with it is like a little sword, which makes you quite happy.

In an SGRUB session, you would be the Princess of Mind in the Land of Castles and Chivalry. Your trolltag is ladyTemplar, You have a tendency to rrrrroll yourrrr rrrrrr’s rrrrrratherrrrrr frrrrrequently, as otherrrrr trrrrrolls soon rrrrrrrealize.

((man the troll before my post is a hot piece of man. o3o))

[Temperencia]

>Be the Bitch of Elegance.
.:εiзxcusεiз mεiз:.?

>Sorry.
.:Apology dεiзniεiзd:.

>Shut up already and get on wi--
.:Alright, I'm packing my bags and lεiзaving:.


PARADI SELOSA
Poet of Death
Land of Flowers and Rhythm

Your name is PARADI SELOSA, and you rather DISLIKE being ROYAL and ELEGANT. The REASON why you DRESS up like that is because your LUSUS thinks that if you BREAK the WORLD RECORD for keeping up a SEVENTY-GRIEF WINNING STREAK, you have to live a RICH, FORMAL LIFESTYLE. Thus, EXPLAINS why you have a DRESS on and FLOWERS on your HEAD. Your LUSUS loves to BRAG about you, saying how AMAZING you are with all your FAKE HOBBIES and INTERESTS. Due to this, you have a MONOLITHIC HATE to your LUSUS.

You have many HOBBIES, well, not really. You aren't very INTERESTING, your LUSUS LIES to OTHERS about you, saying how you love to SCULPT, ACT in MOVIES, and even STAR in COMMERCIALS. Behind those LIES and FAKE HOBBIES, you actually ENJOY DANCING, which you are EXPERIENCED in many STYLES and KINDS of it. Another thing you LIKE is ENTOMOLOGY, which is the STUDY of BUGS and INSECTS. By BUGS and INSECTS, you mean just NECTARWING BEASTS. Something that seems UNEXPECTED by you is the FACT that you are INTERESTED in GRIEFING with DIFFERENT KINDS of STRIFE SPECIBI. Due to this, you have a LARGE COLLECTION of ARTILLERY and KNIVES.

Other than that, you aren't much of a SOCIAL BUTTERFLY. Well, you do know how to TALK to OTHERS, just not that GREAT at starting TOPICS. You come off as BLUNT and STRAIGHTFORWARD to OTHERS, and if you're BUSY and one tries to attempt a CONVERSATION with you, you come off as SNARKY to them. Although that isn't much of a CHANGE. You aren't AFRAID to INSULT others, unless it's your QUADRANTS. However, that's a WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY.

Ever since you were a TINY WIGGLER, you were ATTACHED to your PARASOL. It makes a GREAT STRIFE SPECIBI for GRIEFING and SLAPPING. Your LUSUS bought it for you as a PRESENT, and for a WEAPON of SELF DEFENSE. It was the MOST RECOMMENDED STRIFE SPECIBUS anyway for the LADIES, and was the most EXPENSIVE at the STRIFESTER, a STRIFE SPECIBI STORE near your HIVE. You don't intend on CLOSING the PARASOL anytime soon though. Why? The POINT of it will grow TALLER, and the whole UMBRELLA would gain ELECTRICAL ATTRIBUTES. You would just ALLOCATE this to LANCEKIND. However, your USUAL STRIFE SPECIBI is just HARPOON, as it is an ATTACHABLE WEAPON to your PARASOL.

Your HIVE is about the SHAPE of a TOWER, and it's not even INTERESTING to you. Your LUSUS keeps it to 'SHOW OFF' the ROOMS, for EXAMPLE, there's a GARDENING ROOM, GAMING ROOM, BAKERY, and all these STUPID THEMES. The only AVERAGE part of it is of course, your ROOM. On the ROOF of your HIVE, you keep many NECTARWING BEASTS. There isn't really a REASON you keep them, actually.

Your LUSUS is a LOVEFEATHER BEAST, nothing special. But she does like FLAUNTING her WINGS here and there, and BRAGGING about the latest CLOTHING she has bought. She especially loves to BOAST about you, lying about your HOBBIES and what you are like. The Dove enjoys making you wear FORMAL OUTFITS and DRESSES to make you from what she says 'SPARKLE' in the CROWD. However, if you do not, you have to listen to her CONSTANT LECTURING about being CASUAL and BORING. You have a STRONG HATE for your LUSUS, and sometimes get a bit TEMPTED to KILL her.

Your TROLLTAG is mademoiselleTemperances and .:You spεiзak in a rεiзfinεiзd mannεiзr, along with a hint of butterfliεiзs:.

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Name: Paradi Selosa
Age: Eleven Sweeps
Blood: Green (#328852)
Lusus: Lovefeather beast, aka Dove
Strife Specibi: Umbrellakind
Motto: .:Whεiзn you cry, stand right back up and acknowlεiзdge lifεiз isn't mεiзan to you, it is simply just tirεiзd to hεiзlp you now:.
Favorite Dance Style: Tango and Breakdancing
Likes: Dancing, weapons, and butterflies
Dislikes: Hypocrites, butthurt people, and her lusus
Theme: This
Sylladex: Teapot; card is split up into three sections, and transferred inside teapot. Three cups will appear, and is required to fill one cup with one section, and so on, if successfully executed, item will appear.
Psychic: Nope
Is turned on by--
.:Quit it or I will dissεiзct you like a toad:.

[Evy]

amazing

ahhh I love him

[PaperHelmet]

>Be the troll that luck forgot.

way to b3 dramat7c buldg3r33k



You are SPEDEL GUIZIK, and you really don't want to do this. INTRODUCTIONS aren't hard, they're just boring, and you don't really care for FORMALITIES. You treat everyone the same anyway, regardless of SOCIAL STANDING or FAMILIARITY. Its up to chance whether they like you or not, so fuck it, where were you.

Right. You are of SOCIALITE BLOOD but you don't care to SOCIALIZE. In fact, you don't leave your RESPITEBLOCK for any reason but the most dire. And even then, its not really a RESPITEBLOCK, its more of a WEIRD BURROW AT THE BASE OF A BIG TREE. You live there with your LUSUS, who you don't exactly hate, but JEGUS FUCK that GLOWING EXOSKELETAL BASTARD gets on your nerves. But who cares about him. You don't seek success or fortune because you are convinced that LUCK will always FISH YOU OUT OF TROUBLE or SHOVE YOU FACE FIRST IN SHIT whenever it feels like it and you have absolutely no say in the matter whatsoever. Despite this, you make what little CAEGARS you can by collecting the TIN CYLINDERS that contain your beloved CARBONATED BEVERAGES, melting them down, and refining them into lightweight CHANCE CUBES that GAMBLIGANTS buy from you to use as WEAPONS and AMMO.

On the subject of CARBONATED BEVERAGES, oh gog fucking DAMN do you like your CARBONATED BEVERAGES. As soon as you had your first cylinder of "CARBONATED WATER CONTAINING SEVERAL FRUIT FLAVORS AND COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SUGAR; LIBERAL AMOUNTS OF CAFFEINE ADDED POST-PRODUCTION; TO BE IMBIBED COLD", it was SCARLET AT FIRST TASTE. You don't know what you would do if you didn't have your CARBONATED BEVERAGES. Towers of cylinders clutter up your block, waiting to be either SMELTED or TRIPPED OVER. In the case of the latter, your LUSUS is usually attracted by the CLATTERING METAL and proceeds to DISPOSE of your hard earned cylinders. You respond to this with a swift kick in its HEAD.

In either case, these BEVERAGES are your ANTI-SLIME. They are possibly the only thing on all of ALTERNIA that calms you the fuck down. Most of the time, you are a VULGAR, ANGRY, FIDGETY, FINICKY, SPITEFUL, RUDE, and generally DISTASTEFUL PERSON, especially around trolls that IRK you for an unreasonably arbitrated reason. Once you've had a COLD, BUBBLY DRINK however, you are a lot more TOLERABLE, and you forget for a while that THE WORLD HATES YOU, and that your LUSUS SUCKS, and that you're KIND OF SHORT, and that you'll DIE ALONE AND UNHAPPY SOME DAY. You've also discovered very recently that BEING IN THE COMPANY OF FRIENDS also calms you down, and you've only just discovered this because you have only just acquired a MORAILLEGANCE. You DO have a MATESPRIT/KISMESIS, but she can't MAKE UP HER FUCKING MIND. Sometimes you just want to strangle something/someone.

In times of trouble, you rely on your POPCANKIND STRIFE ALLOCATION to tip the odds slightly in your favor. You also have the ability to GLOW, courtesy of your LUSUS, but you can only do so through your HORNS, and GLOWING for longer than a couple of minutes makes you TIRED. Thankfully, the COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SUGAR contained in your CARBONATED BEVERAGES supplies you with enough excess energy to completely NEUTRALIZE the FATIGUE of GLOWING. Unless you do it too much, of course.

And before you forget (or just stop caring), your trolltag is connivingAxiom, you currently run an outdated PARTYPOPPER FETCH MODUS, and you cant b3 both3r3d to use punctuat7on of any k7nd you d3t3st 3ll7ps3s so you r3plac3 th3m w7th 333s you r3plac3 th3 phras3 luck w7th 777 out of f3ar of provok7ng 7t and 7n cas3 your3 a fuck7ng nooktroop3r and hav3nt not7c3d y3t you r3plac3 c3rta7n l3tt3rs w7th mag7c numb3rs

am 7 don3

can 7 fuck7ng l3av3 alr3ady

good r7ddanc3



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Name: Spedel Guizik
Age: 6 solar sweeps
Blood: Deep Blue (#220881)
Lusus: Greater Glowing Scuttlevermin (giant glowing beetle)
Strife Specibi: popcankind
Modus Operendi: whats th3 po7nt of 3v3n d3al7ng w7th p3opl3 7ts not l7k3 w3 can 7nflu3nc3 our r3sp3ct7v3 fortun3s anyway so fuck 7t l3mm3 dr7nk 7n p73c3
Likes: Carbonated beverages, being unnecessarily vulgar, stupid people getting what they deserve
Dislikes: Most things that are alive, picky individuals, alcohol
Theme Song: The Popcan (sh7t!)
Sylladex: Partypopper Modus: The item is ejected from the sylladex via a paper cone that must be tugged by its string. Makes a loud popping noise.
Relationships: 1 Morail, 1 Kismesis/Matesprit
Special Qualities: None, other than a very mild electrical charge generated from excess glucose.