trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[Quincunx]

I said Chase had a point. Just... I think it's rather silly when anyone gets so worked up over something fictional like this. It still needs to be addressed, just in a less aggressive manner?

Now weapons that had been broken in wars, that would be an interesting specibus. Inconvenient but interesting.

Also just look at this apple. It's just so cute! How can anyone be mad about fantrolls when this apple is on the page?

[sanguinePteros]

I should... Put my fantrolls here I guess.
XD

>Be the annoying pessimist.

You succeed to be the annoying pessimist. Even though she'll probably die and stuff...

(SPRITE PENDING)

Your name is Damnata Nex, and you guess you can be kind of pessimistic.

dnffejhfnd to be edited LATER :U

[Monster X]

> Be the dude that Lusii love.



Your name is AUGHNT DELVVE and you are slightly DIFFERENT.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, such as POLE VAULTING and COOKING. You particularly enjoy POLE VAULTING, as it's something very few of your CASTE do. It also helps very well with FLEEING, which is something you do a lot for REASONS we'll learn LATER. As for COOKING, you just happen to LIKE FOOD. Who doesn't?

Your hive is on the wall of the CONTINENTAL SHELF, being not too low to keep you HEALTHY on the surface, and not too HIGH to make you a prime target for any SEA-HATING ATTACKER. While it IS rather hard to POLE-VAULT up such a wall, you do so anyway. The location also limits the amount of lUSII that can access your hive, which is very important.

You have a habit of collecting STAKES, not the FOOD, but the kind used for LANDSCAPING. Being a SEADWELLER, if a LOW ONE, has its PERKS, and you use your status to SURVEY and TAKE WALKS UNDISTURBED... Well, you would be UNDISTURBED if it wasn't for your MUTATION.

You see, you were cursed with a mutation which left you smelling like a NEWLY MOLTED WIGGLER FOREVER(A very sweet smell, almost like perfume). As such, LUSII tend to go into a bit of a FRENZY when they see you, often STAMPEDING or HERDING or really pulling any trick in their repetoire to cuddle up to you. For some reason, even LUSII who have ALREADY CHOSEN A LIEGE tend to try to follow you around, annoying you. All of these are reasons you have worked to make yourself a VERY GOOD ABSCONDER, and you are somewhat good at NAVIGATING both land and sea environments with the UTMOST SPEED. Until you hit a tree or something, of course.

Your OWN Lusus, on the otherhand, is a rather pathetic SUCTIONBEAST. It's about as long as your arm, and spends its time just sort of hanging from the back of your head and WATCHING everyone. It's not exactly the strongest lusus, nor the best protector. But you love him anyway, as he is in exactly the right position to warn you if something's HEADED YOUR WAY.

When something is HEADED YOUR WAY, you tend to fend it off with your STAKEKIND specibus, containing a variety of wooden and metal poles with sharpened ends. It's amazing what counts as a STAKE, sometimes. As for your modus, you use the DIVERSION MODUS, which requires you to be SIDETRACKED by something before you can withdraw anything. Luckily, most Lusii are WILLING TO OBLIGE this requirement.

Your trolltag is aromaticAmbulator, and |your| words tend to be |marked| with |stakes| if they |have| an |even| |number| of |vowels| in them.

[Tluthal]

adjutorObedientiary - The Wheel of Fortune / Ace of Wands
aliterOrmolu - The Star / Queen of Wands
avaristicOptophobe - The Tower / Knight of Swords
arduousEquinox - The Chariot / Knight of Cups
bibliognosticGamin - The Devil / Ace of Pentacles
caliginousSympathy - Strength / Queen of Cups
constitutionalAbsence - The Hierophant / King of Swords
deadeyedNepenthe - The Hermit / Knight of Pentacles
fractiousCaduceator - The Empress / King of Cups
godwrittenIndex - Justice / Ace of Cups
helperBot - The Hanged Man / Three of Cups
insignificantMembrane - The High Priestess / Queen of Pentacles
jeremiadMalacophony - Death / Five of Cups
monochromeCelebration - Temperance / Page of Pentacles
necroscopeAborning - The Fool / Queen of Swords
obdurateAesthesia - The Moon / Page of Wands
oblivescentAntonomasiac - The Emperor / King of Wands
petulantVacancy - The Lovers / Page of Cups
temporalImmanation - The Magician / Page of Swords
violaceousSadogue - The Sun / Knight of Wands

This is all your fault TR. ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

Now back to lurking.

[eruditeScholar]

These next two bios took me far too long for comfort to get on paper (not that anyone cares!), even though the first is just a retool. Like all my trolls that I post in pairs, I've spoilered the main bios, since they're long! TR, if you could be real swell (not that you aren't already! 8D), conscientiousConsierge is now outdated and can be removed from the list next time you update.

Without further ado, trolls!!!!!!!!

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Your name Saivan Setier and the world is at your fingertips.

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The life of the lowblood on Alternia is always a struggle to survive- Common knowledge. To those concerned with the future and the caste system, they must create plans on just how they will survive the ordeals their life will bring them. Some use science to attempt to fool nature, some disguise themselves, some simply give into despair, and some pull out of all the stops, even if they hurt those around you.

Unfortunately, you are the last of those. Not that you like to!

But hey, it's not like anyone else is going to look out for you! Just look at you- your leg, to be exact. Totally wrecked due to an accident several sweeps ago. As such, you keep it in a brace and walk with a cane, which lets you walk... slowly. Regardless, though, for this reason, you are nothing but a predictable death in the near future for those around you, to be culled when you enter the fleet. Your blood only makes matters worse. So, who can you trust? You! It's up to you to find a way, any way, to pull the strings to success, despite the odds that may be... stacked very heavily against you. It's not just surviving the acts of the empire, though- It's making a better life for yourself. Everynight, you look around and see your lowblooded compatriots struggling in poverty and generally performing menial tasks. Very few show motivation to... do something! Or something useful you should say. Which would be... making money! Sure, your people's caste may try to put limits on the lower economy, but with plans, schemes, tricks, and good dose of charisma even the poor can rise up... well, so long as you're on the planet. But rumors go around that some adult trolls have managed to evade capture by the fleet and hide out still... what a life, though not something you yourself would really want. You're simply going to beat the highbloods at their own game of backstabbing. Somehow – as you said, you have the mind and personality for it, after all. Those who don't even respect their own position on the caste system or are apathetic to it are quite helpful to you for this reason- pitting them against the hemofacists really doesn't take much effort. And while they're generally more risky, ripping them off generally has better rewards! Granted, conning the lowbloods is always far simpler, regardless of the risks involved. Why? You possess a psychic power that allows you to implant a thought into another troll's mind. Nothing complex, really, and certainly no powerful mind-control, but it's like those subliminal messages, you know? If you think of something, even not on your own will, you might be more willing to follow through with that thought?

Of course... pulling the power out from somebody's fingers when they're in power and you're, well, not is a difficult task, to say the very least. And it's not that you want to upset the hemospectrum or anything, anyone who gets so hung up with equality revolutions is just silly in your mind. You just want to live a good life: is that so much to ask? It really shouldn't be! Of all people, you deserve it the most, right? The low are unmotivated, and the high are idle. Thus, yes. You do deserve it.

You are more than capable of becoming close to other trolls. So long as they can accept your boarder-line obsession with figuring out a way to the fast lane. Or if you haven't attempted to rip them off with one of your various schemes, ranging from false products and services to attempted manipulations to meet your own ends.

After all these sweeps, you have come to admit to yourself that it's doubtful that you'll find a way to prevent yourself from getting culled due to your disability, save for perhaps finding a robotic replacement for your leg, a difficult task in itself if you don't know the right people. Even then, though, the matter of your blood remains. Your goal stands before you go: bamboozle and hustle your way to the top.

Insofar as skills and hobbies, you have tried your hand at an even broader variety of activities, but you're pretty terrible at most. When you aren't working on your latest plots, though, you enjoy cooking for yourself, brewing your own liquors and alcohols, and while the opportunity very rarely presents itself, you do enjoy finer dining. Sometimes, you just read cookbooks for fun. Not doing this, you are a tad fond of reading the speeches and works of great thinkers and speakers to work on your own charisma. Lastly, you also enjoy researching the culture of the highbloods, because lets be straight up honest, you obviously want to have their lifestyle (not that you would ever say one of them is better than you).

Combat, of course, on last notes, is understandably difficult for you given your state. Even so, you have allocated your strifedeck with caneKind, making an easy place to keep your walking device. Over the sweeps, you have managed to modify it, though, fixing several hidden blades into it.

General Information
Name = Saivan Setier
Trolltag = stipulatingConsigner
Blood/Text = #966600 - Orange
Age = 8 Sweeps
Quirk = no caps, sometimes poor grammar, g of ing dropped, th = f in actual th sounds (so, thing = fing, the is the same), h is dropped from words starting in it
Lusus = Monstrous beetlerat-dad. He's disgusting. You call him Broubont.
Strife Specibus = caneKind – Metal walking can outfitted with several hidden knives.
Fetch Modus = Cleanliness Modus: Something must be cleaned to retrieve an item, bigger items requiring more to be cleaned. Tools to go about this are free, though.
SGRUB Title/Land: Undetermined.

Like everyone, you have a trollian account, on which you go by the name of stipulatingConsigner and you speak wif an easy goin and simple soundin voice thats always nice to 'ear.


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Your name is Cielre Dirige and progress stops for nobody!

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Not even you, of course! You are, after all, one of the people who pushes it forward, always keeping up on the cutting edge. That's right, you are one of the many trolls who puts their life, limb, mind, and soul on the line for one of the most announced callings of all: science. Your specific branch, however, does not lie in the domain of the stereotypical mad scientist, as many do: you style yourself as an engineer of sorts, constructing top-of-the-line vehicles and buildings, on the cutting edge of new innovations. Or, well, planning their construction at the very least, you have the materials to construct very little (not to say none!), even with your blue blooded income. Mostly vehicles, but with each new design for a flying tank, you need to design a facility to store it, right? Right! Your passion for devices of war (which isn't you say that you don't design non-combat creations, but seeing just how many guns you can fit onto a single wing is always more fun) and comfortable position in the blood hierarchy has translated nicely to a fine acceptance for the violent way of life trolls live. It's all you've known! You don't reveal in the blood of your enemies and paint your face while uttering a victory chant, of course, but you have little to no qualms with it.

In the meantime, over the past few sweeps, you have extended your passion to another domain, being that of meteorology. Weather is an pervasive part of any planetary system, and when designing ground or atmospheric non-space vehicles, you need to take it into account, you see? Can your solar powered fighter really operate in a planet that has little to no sunlight constantly (you've never been to one, of course, but the fleet probably has)! Can a different fighter survive the barrage of acid rain of chemicals you maybe haven't even heard of on the planet next door to that one? Weather has more of an impact than meets the eye! In researching ways that you could keep your creations structurally safe in their hypothetical creation, you found the subject to be more interesting than it's practical applications alone, and have since set up a number of devices around your hive to test the various levels associated with the weather, such as humidity, temperature, and wind direction and speed. While the interest may stop here for most trolls, you took it a step further, given your knack for creation. Buried among your other blueprints are those for what you consider to be your greatest idea: a weather control machine. Not only would it just be an absolute breakthrough of technology, you know, but it would provide enormous military and domestic benefits for the empire as a whole! Not even a member of the military yet, and you already know exactly how you're going to pull in the influence when you get there: that is, if you can complete the project. Other devices you have purchased claiming to have some sort of power over weather patterns to investigate how they work have proven to be utter fakes: not a big surprise, seeing as you had never heard of any before the research you did. But you will not give up! This is your task!

Enough about what you like, though, lets talk about you! As it has been made very clear, you are a very driven, hard-working individual, and as such, you dislike large amounts of nonsensical activity: you just don't have time for it when there's things to do (and there is never not things to do). That's not to say that you're an unfunny and boring bitch, you just don't like to mess around that's often, that's all! You're actually quite pleasant for one of your species, having enough patience to give most people a fine conversation. While you often don't go out of your way to talk to people for the sake of talking, you remain a confidant and straight-forward individual. When it comes to more romantic matters, though, you tend to shy away as quickly as you can. Unless of course, you initiate the conversation; then you're direct as always. But if you want to talk about your pale/pail prospects, you'll do it yourself, dammit! When it comes to matters on the hemospectrum, you don't particularly take a notable position. You're a blue blood, which, as anyone would, you find enjoyable. You don't go out of your way to antagonize the lowbloods, and you normally only play the “I'm a highblood, obey me” card when you're particularly annoyed with one of them. That's not to say that you're against it- just no particular care to flaunt it.

General Information
Name = Cielre Dirige
Trolltag = stratosphericExperiment
Blood/Text = #003153 – Blue
Age = 9 Sweeps
Quirk = Weather puns; weather patterns placed on the sides of sentences to set the mood-
::words:: - Snow. Cold, bitter, sarcastic.
;;words;; - Rain. Sad, gloomy.
OwordsO – Clear skies (moon visable). Happy, neutral.
%words% - Thunder. Angry.
#words# - Clouds. Bored, flighty.
Lusus = It's some kind of giant land-lobster thing. Imagine a normal lobster that that essentially developed much bigger legs in order to crawl around on land and had a larger mouth to devour land pray with. It's pretty horrifying. Name is Nephera.
Strife Specibus = blwtrchKind – Stocked with a typical blowtorch for welding!
Fetch Modus = Doppler Modus - you have a 50/50 chance of getting your item, but you have to pretend like you knew what was going to happen the whole time. The item must be called at least 5 minutes in advance, and you have no idea where it comes in that time frame. Sometimes, it's better not to ask questions.
SGRUB Title/Land: Undetermined.

Your trolltag is stratosphericExperiment and you speak ;;;With weather effects and puns showered around.;;;;

[_Quietus_]

Did Gammok Ataxius in a Dersite/Midnight crew style

Man, that took awhile

[Quincunx]

Posting Kon here again because I've tweaked his profile and sprite and he's less of a glaring Sue hooray!

===> Be the Mama's boy.

Your name is KONRAD BETULA and you are 6 sweeps old.

Rather than using violence you believe in the art of DIPLOMACY and solving problems before they escalate into physical conflicts. Your penthouse hive is decorated with cool colors and soft curves, designed to soothe even the most aggressive spirits. It works, mostly. Even on you. Though you are generally calmer in temperament than your fellow trolls, it’s still hard work keeping your feelings in check, and more than once you’ve failed to control yourself and FLIPPED OUT at them, to your chagrin. Through your mediation you have succeeded in BEFRIENDING a good deal of the trolls who share your comfortable HIVESTEM, and often act as an AUSPISTICE for the many argumentative pairs, solving their dilemmas with patience and communication. You have tried many times to woo them yourself but it always seems like everyone already has somebody to hate or to love, and it is very disappointing when your efforts go to waste. Still, it’s nice that you have so many people you can go to in the event that you get yourself into trouble. Not that you plan on it. You’re extremely careful about that kind of thing.

Perhaps you would have more romantic success if you weren’t such a pudgy little MARSHMALLOW, but your lusus loves you so much, and likes to show her love by preening your hair and nuzzling you and bringing you FOOD, enough to ensure that you never go hungry. Ever. And frankly you’re a little afraid she’ll tear your head off if you refuse it, as delicious as it is. Speaking of your lusus, she is a HIDEOUS HISSING ACID-SPITTING INSECT, something like a moth crossed with a wasp, but enormous. She is a viciously overprotective creature, and as much as you adore her, she has been something of a detriment to your attempts to develop your own FIGHTING ABILITY. She’d much rather you stay her baby forever, because the world out there is scary, and you are so soft and small and could be so easily hurt.

To keep yourself fit in the meantime, you challenge your endurance by getting up at sunset to stretch and greet the dusk. It helps to calm you. Seated there at the top of your hivestem, just as the sun is setting and the lights are coming on, you can almost believe you’d never get angry again. You are quite flexible for your girth, and you don’t go stepping in between arguing troll couples without learning to take a few hits. Still, you’re a long way from surviving on your own. You haven’t even settled on a STRIFE SPECIBUS yet, and time is running out. Insect lusii are notoriously short-lived, and the old girl’s been slowing down.

In your downtime you are fond of the computer game CONUNDRUM INVESTORMENTOR and often wonder what it would be like to be such a HARDBOILED INDIVIDUAL, receiving calls from PANICK-STRICKEN FEMALES and winning their crimson affections when you eventually crack open the case after much patient and skillful deliberation. Alas it takes place in something of a bygone era. You are pretty sure there is not even such thing as speakeasies anymore.

Your trolltag is paxViridis and you try to )u)) your (-e))ow tro))s into not biting your head off.

Summary:

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Name: Konrad Betula (after the guy who wrote the first book to mention the chastity belt/the scientific name for the peppered moth)
Age: 6 sweeps
Blood Color: Salem (#077436)
Height/Build: 5'2", short and plump
Title: Knight of Heart
Symbol: Astrological sign for Cassiopeia
Lusus: Waspmoth queen
Strife Specibus: eventually FISTKIND
Fetch Modus: coercion, item must be coaxed out gently (or shouted at in times of urgency)
Moon: Prospit
Land: Pine and Lanterns
Consorts: Moths

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[Alyss]

>Be the girl with the golden short-shorts.



Your name is ALAIRE SABELL, and you love how peaceful it is here.

The first thing people tend to notice about you (besides your alluring shorts) is your blood color, which is awfully close to jade green. Unfortunately, you blood is a little too teal for you to roam in the sun-scorched deserts of Alternia. Once you realized this, you were more than a little disappointed, and from a young age you wished to become one of Alternia's most feared creatures: a rainbow drinker. Of course, this would never happen, and probably never will. But it's only one half of what you really want to be when you grow up (which... you already have): a rainbow drinker knight. Or a dame/chevalière, rather. When you told other trolls this, they naturally thought you were crazy, but at least you'd be able to pull the dame part off! Especially because of your ancestor, Dame Ravenhair.

A few sweeps ago, you were an avid FLARPer, and back then you did some rather... Unsavory things you would rather not speak about. These actions had such an impact on you life that you just needed to get away from everything. You left your home, stuffing everything you could into a few sacks, and putting those into your backpack modus, and riding on your gigantic wolf lusus to nowhere. Time passed, and some trolls were hospitable enough to take you in when the weather was particularly bad; though not all of them had good intentions. You've learned a lot over your travels, a lot about trolls, and a lot about yourself, which has to have been the most enjoyable part of your odyssey. But enough about the consequences of the past and the effects it had on your present. Let's get to your interests!

Sometimes, when you and your lusus have stopped to set up camp for a night or two, you have mock sword fights with your lusus, taking pleasure in reliving some of your more innocent FLARPing days, and playing pretend in general. You might play as the noble dame out to slay a ferocious beast, or a bloodthirsty rainbow drinker out on the prowl for her newest victim. It's really fun, though at times you feel as if you're having more fun doing it than a girl your age should. You are also quite fond of swimming, and try to do it when ever you come across a lake. Though, the sea-dwellers already in the lake usually aren't too happy to see you doing a backstroke on their lawn. You consider yourself somewhat of a fashonista, showing off your stylish golden shorts with pride.

You are what some would call, "a p. chill chick", and you live up to that title magnificently. Though you are far from a pacifist, things would be a little easier if everyone would just get along. You aren't a very confrontational person, often being the one defending thyself (or a loved one), rather than being the aggressor. You are also very loyal. If you become friends/matesprits/kismesises/moirails/auspiticing someone, you'll stick too them, unless of course, they do something to betray your trust, which is something of a berserker button of your's. You give them your trust, so it's only natural that they return the favor.

Your trollTag is sereneOdyssey, and you -I--stick a knight's sV-Vord through all of your sentences, and stick in a pair of rainboV-V drinker fangs too --

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Name: Alaire Sabell (ALucard and blAIRE armand/queen iSABELLa of spain - dame?)
trollTag: sereneOdyssey
Blood color: not quite jade green (slim margin much?????)
Age: 8.08 sweeps (17 and a half)
Likes: Playing pretend, practicing sword skills, swimming
Dislikes: being betrayed/disloyal people
Strife: swordKind, fistKind
Modus: Backpack. Put things in, take things out.
Lusus: Giant Wolf

SGRUB:
Title: Dame of Light
Land: Land of Glow and Tranquility

[CaritheDuck]

Hey guys that's cluttering this thread...

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...o-Go...-Deeper Can you post here instead?

[mythmonster2]

> Be the idealist idiot.




Your name is NIRVAS MURKHA. You are SEVEN SWEEPS OLD.

You have many INTERESTS, but you have NOT HAD MUCH TIME FOR THEM. If you had time for them, you would be READING THE WORKS OF TROLL ROUSSEAU. You are a FIRM BELIEVER IN THE IDEA THAT EVERY TROLL IS INHERENTLY GOOD. You also have a fascination with HISTORY, particularly THE ERA BEFORE THE EMPIRE. Unfortunately for you, NOT MUCH REMAINS OF THAT ERA, most of it having been destroyed when the Empire rose.

The reason you do not have any time for your interests is that YOU ARE CURRENTLY WANTED FOR MURDER OF A SEADWELLER. This accusation is COMPLETELY TRUE. About a day after the warrant went up, YOUR HIVE WAS DESTROYED AND YOUR LUSUS KILLED. Fortunately for you, you were out on a visit to some UNDERGROUND RUINS FROM THE PRE-EMPIRE ERA. Those ruins are now your home. Despite hundreds of bounty hunters interested in killing you, you STILL ARE AN IDEALIST. That had made you MANY ENEMIES, ALL OF WHOM YOU FORGIVE.

You do, however, know that you ARE PRETTY MUCH TOTALLY SCREWED. It's only a matter of time.

Your chumhandle is mythicalMonster, and
: you
: keep
: your messages short
: in case
: you are attacked.

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Name: Nirvas Murkha (Nirvas=Shortened "Nirvāsita" Hindi for "outcast"; Murkha Hindi for "fool")
trollTag: mythicalMonster
Blood color: Plain old green.
Age: 7 sweeps
Likes: Pre-Empire History, Idealism, Everybody
Dislikes: Pessimists, Cynics, Totalitarianism.
Strife: Polekind
Modus: Chance Modus: 50% chance of getting what you want. 50% chance of it shooting out a super-speed velocity.
Lusus: Dead. Used to be Dove-like.

SGRUB:
Title: Seer of Hope
Land: Land of Clouds and Stone

Hooray self-inserts.

[Quincunx]

Unless this seadweller was someone extremely important, like the emperor/empress to be, I'm not sure he'd really have anyone after him. Trolls are pretty much 0kay with killing.

Maybe the troll's matesprit/moirail/someone who cared for them would be pursuing him instead?

[Captain Whosit]

Yeah, it's never really been clear what counts as a crime on Alternia. As Quincunx says, it might make more sense if the sea dweller's friends/quadrants were after Nirvas.

Also, shameless plug, Salom has a deep interest in pre-empire history as well. And he goes ruin exploring, now and then. >_> Heh.

[Mister Always]

Your name is MARTIS LANCIA and you are something of a pyromaniac.

You just love fire, is all. No harm in that. You have mastered your power of PYROKINESIS quite well, and while you can most assuredly put it towards lethal purposes, you take no small heeding of security when it comes to not burning all of your shit. Or somebody else’s shit. Everything outside of that is fair game, though. Like, for example, if some asshole got all up in your business and had a burnable face, you would burn it. And then you would burn all of his shit. And his corpse. His? Yes, of course his. You make it a point not to harm any ladies. You put great stock in chivalry, even though you are not and probably will never be interested in girls. Guys, though. Damn.
You are also quite well versed with your spear, should you ever find yourself in an environment where using fire would be dangerous. Let nobody say you don’t account for at least some of the possibilities.

You are a redblood, but this does not overly bother you. You can ABIDE by the hemospectrum, and are just generally polite to bluebloods and purplebloods. You are not quite sure if you should be as respectful to greenbloods. It is a confusing matter. You sort of make it a point not to mingle with mutants too much, for fear of being culled by association, but you won’t antagonize them or anything. Life has dealt them a bad enough hand as it is. You are also a bit terrified of subjuggulators, which is entirely reasonable.

Your lusus is a PRETTY HUGE WOOLBEAST, which is oddly female although it has horns. It is also odd that you, a male troll, have a female lusus. Maybe the horns thing makes up for that? You don’t know. This is another confusing matter. You are also not entirely sure why your lusus is a woolbeast, but wool is fireproof, so maybe that’s a thing that makes sense when you think about it. She tends to be a bit ornery, and you often argue with her. You love her, though. Good lusus. Best custodian.

What’s more? Well, you are just terribly INTERESTED in troll gangster culture of ages past, and pretty much everything related to that age. You have adopted most of its slang, a bit of its fashion (but not too much, because fashion is dumb), and hard-drinking habits. Hmm. Gin. Also, you sometimes like to NARRATE EVENTS IN A HARDBOILED FASHION, which might give people the impression that you are into roleplaying, but you aren’t, really. Though you do write fanfiction about your ancestor of that period. What? That’s a perfectly normal and healthy thing to do. OBVIOUSLY. You also like to play the piano. You won't be giving any concerts any time soon, but that's okay. You just like doing it.

You also have the vague notion that, should you ever play some kind of silly shitty game that employs a title system of any kind, your title will be the Knight of Blaze in the Land of Heat and Drought, which is populated by backssstabbing lizardsss.

What a stupid notion. You feel like hitting yourself just for having it.

Your trolltag is bellicoseTheatricist and you like t’ play up th’ whole gruff, dangerous gangster thing a bit more by typin’ with a tonna contractions ‘n apostrophes, seen? an’ in all lowercase, at that, on account of how you yerself're pretty much incapable of raisin' yer voice above a harsh whisper without launchin' into a 'uge coughin' fit. There is no other reason for your lack of capital letters, because you are certainly not BITTER about any THROAT-RELATED INJURIES that happened due to your own YOUTHFUL STUPIDITY.

If you met your six-sweeps old self, you would kick his ass, though. For being a dumb motherfucker. Of course, now at 8 (or so) sweeps, you know that trying to breathe fire when drunk is a terrible idea. You deal with the repercussions every day.

You employ a FETCH MODUS that is called BLACKJACK, which is kind of stupid and convoluted, but it came free in the mail, so oh well. To retrieve an item from your sylladex, you must bet another item on it. Your modus’ GHOST DEALER will then deal himself and you two cards of random value, and the game is on. Because of this modus, you have become RATHER GOOD at blackjack, although sometimes your luck is so rotten that you end up having to borrow stuff from other people or pick up random crap just to get your items back from the ghost dealer. Further compounding the possible problems is that once you win an item, it is of course ejected from your sylladex, so if you bet something silly or inappropiate, it will be spewn forth into the world for all to see. Why not borrow something or pick up random crap before you have to bet on such an item, you ask? Because the modus’ creator apparently thought it would be funny to include a rule that you can only bet items that were in your sylladex at the time you initiated the betting game, and that one may only add items after all of the ones already in your ‘dex are exhausted.

You are not entirely sure the modus’ creator wasn’t a dick.

[That one chick.]

===> Be the lazy one.

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Your name is FLEMME LUIARD and you are SIX SOLAR SWEEPS OLD and you have PINE GREEN BLOOD.

You are a VERY LAZY TROLL. You do A LOT OF SLEEPING. When you don't catch a few Zzz's you get VERY CRANKY. SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP, it's very precious to you. Besides, it's not like you have ANYTHING BETTER TO DO. When you aren't sleeping you are PLAYING VIDEO GAMES. You think it's QUITE EASY to do and it doesn't require PHYSICAL EFFORT or GOING OUTSIDE so your good. Plus when you begin to grow uninterested you could always pause the game and sneak in a nap or two.

You track your sluggish personality back to you SLOTH LUSUS. It's not exactly the most active creature on Alternia, you know? It's very SLOW just like you. It really exactly forced you to GO OUTSIDE and be ACTIVE. In fact it hasn't really forced you to do a lot of things. When you feel like getting up you ENJOY taking A FEW NAPS with you lusus. You don't like to admit it, but when you're around it you tend to be CLINGY.

Seeing as how you would be a very VULNERABLE TARGET to attackers your hive is NEATLY CAMOUFLAGED AMONGST THE TREES. Too bad the inside ISN'T SO NEAT. You have PILLOWS, BLANKETS , STUFFED ANIMALS and other shit you don't bother to clean up scattered across your hive. It doesn't bother you though, you're too lazy to keep it all maintained anyway.

You don't seem to be bothered by most things. You could care less for the things that are going on around you. That is, unless they are INTERESTING. You don't pay attention to boring things, they just put you to sleep like a lot of things. When talking to others you come off as being BLUNT and a bit RUDE. Making friends with others isn't something that crossed your mind.

Although you are QUITE HARMLESS when it comes down to it you have your STRIFE SPECIBUS is GRAPPLINGHOOKKIND. You never use it unless it is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. You also have your fetch modus set to Nap. In order to retrieve an item you must take a nap.

Your trolltag inattentiveDreamer and Zzz... your speech is a bit slow and has a slight yawn to it... Zzz

TL;DR:

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Name: Flemme Luiard
Blood color: Pine green.
Age: Six sweeps.
Lusus: Sloth.
Troll tag: inattentiveDreamer
Typing quirk: Zzz... your speech is a bit slow and has a slight yawn to it... Zzz Fetch Modus: Nap.
Strife: Grapplinghookkind.

I'm too lazy to make a sprite, so here, have a halfassed drawing. - v - Feel free to chat with her on Pester Chum~

[WillyDeWulfe]

===> Resist urge to stab the colorful floating hat.



You fail.

Look it's not your fault, you tell yourself, it's just this horrible RAGE you were cursed with. You didn't want to stab the colorful hat, it was just sort of FLOATING there all IMPUDENTLY and then you got MAD...

While the RAGE overtakes you once more, a part of you decides to introduce yourself.

Your name is SCHKIZ GORKIL and you have RAGE issues. Everything was fine when you hatched about 8 sweeps ago, but about 3 sweeps ago you fell off while riding your TWO BEAKED GIANT TOUCAN LUSUS, whom you affectionately call TOUCAN DAD, over the TROPICAL RAINFOREST which you call home. You landed pretty hard and broke off one of your horns. Ever since that day the RAGE just comes out sometimes. You think you probably have a PSYCHOLOGICAL DISORDER.

You also think you might be POSSESSED by a DEMON of some sort. You have even given this DEMON names: The RAGE, It, and Lady British. You don't know why the last one is female, especially since you usually consider your RAW ANGER to be a masculine trait, but that is the name you've chosen.

You're pretty sure your symbol is an ICON OF GREAT MAGICAL POWER. It kind of looks like a TROLLMOTICON, but it doesn't have any horns so it obviously can't be that. The magical icon thing is the next logical explanation! You're almost certain there's a temple somewhere with your symbol on it that holds the secret to EXORCISING YOUR DEMON. You would go search for it, but your computer beckons to you, asking you to browse through its endless content. As such you're PRETTY UNPRODUCTIVE.

You try to be a pretty laid back guy, except of course when the RAGE takes hold, so your interests include BROWSING THE INTERNET, FLYING OVER THE BEAUTIFUL LANDSCAPE ON YOUR LUSUS, and EATING FRUIT. You also occasionally EAT HORRIBLY MURDERED TROLLS, most of which obtained that status after challenging you in a game of FLARP. You use their BLOOD FOR SAUCE, sometimes draining it before cooking, and sometimes just digging into the RAW CORPSE. In your opinion red blood tastes the best and purple blood tastes like AN ESPECIALLY REPUGNANT BREED OF FOOT FUNGUS. It's probably best if you don't murder high bloods anyway.

You have set your STRIFE SPECIBUS to SPEARKIND. It used to be 1/4STAFFKIND, but after your accident you stuck your broken horn on the end of your staff and found that it was much more ENJOYABLE. It was also much more GORY since you ended up with a lot more TROLL CORPSES than you usually do after a long day of FLARPING, but some would say that's a bonus. You've found better spears from your FLARPING, but your HORN SPEAR remains your favorite.

You wield your HORN SPEAR with your WEAKSAUCE TELEPATHY. You were lucky to be blessed with this PSYCHIC GIFT since you were also TRAGICALLY BORN WITHOUT ARMS. The telepathy only really works about as far as arms would normally reach, and can't pick up ridiculously heavy things like giant frog statues, so it's just sort of an ADEQUATE REPLACEMENT. It also lets you HOVER just a little bit and JUMP a bit HIGHER. Besides, your lack of arms often makes enemies UNDERESTIMATE YOU. THEY NEVER GET A CHANCE TO DO IT AGAIN.

Your FETCH MODUS is the IMPALER MODUS. You have to throw your spear at your items as they dance around in front of you to retrieve anything. If it hits, you get your item. If it hits the wrong target, you get that. If it hits nothing, your spear gets capchalogued and you have to go find something else to throw. You're PRETTY AWESOME at it and think it's a GREAT MODUS, much better than your old WHAKKA MODUS where you used to have to whack the item before it disappeared into NETHERHOLES to retrieve it or never see it again. You lost so many cool items this way...

If you had heard of the game SGRUB, you would probably join just to play with the ALCHEMY and also to MURDER ALL THE UNDERLINGS. WITH YOUR HORN SPEAR. You would almost certainly and without a doubt be the MONK OF RAGE in the LAND OF MIND AND SPIKES. There would be some very ODD GREENISH FERRETS wiggling around the spikes and being all CONSORTY. Of course.

Your trolltag is splittingHeadache and you try to speak POLITELY, but sometimes the RAGE just TAKES HOLD OF YOU.

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Just getting in to fantrolling, so I have very little idea what I'm doing. Am I supposed to go download a chat program and talk to random people while pretending to be this guy? Is there something about roleplaying SGRUB sessions?

[Gunge]

Are we allowed to resubmit profiles if we've revamped them, and are proud of it and want to show them off? Or do we have to edit the original and link to them? It's just I'm one of those people who really like seeing how my ideas have evolved.
I can see how it could be annoying. I don't plan on making a habit of it, haha.

Also do we have any templates for rooms? If we don't, I might make one.

[tonightsEntertainment]

Are we allowed to resubmit profiles if we've revamped them, and are proud of it and want to show them off? Or do we have to edit the original and link to them? It's just I'm one of those people who really like seeing how my ideas have evolved.
I can see how it could be annoying. I don't plan on making a habit of it, haha.

Also do we have any templates for rooms? If we don't, I might make one.

considering how the old trollslums are locked, resubmitting profiles is the only way to edit them.

concerning rooms, troll rooms/respiteblocks aren't really as easy to template considering that there's so many differing places in which trolls live and that some of them design the shape of their hives anyways.

[Gunge]

Hm, no I'm meaning a profile I have here already. x[ I guess I could just spoiler the first one to make it less confusing.
Good point :O

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the dead 'nice' guy



Okay. You are now Gammah Restuz. When did your hair get so shitty looking?

Not too long ago, you were MURDERED. More specifically, you woke up RESTRAINED when your captor SAWED OFF YOUR HORNS then SLIT YOUR THROAT. Before that, you had a MULTITUDE OF INTRESTS which included SINGING, MINING, CARTOGRAPHY, ARCHITECTURE and CARPENTRY. You even had a MATESPRIT, but you have no clue where HE is anymore. He used to call you J all the time, probably because it was easier to pronounce than GAH-MUH-MAY-AH. Also because you have a J on your shirt.

When you were ALIVE, you had a portion of your HIVE build ABOVE WATER to accomodate any LOWBLOODED VISITORS. You loved LOWBLOODS to death, moreso than trolls of your own caste. You were always described as a BIG SWEETHEART, but NOT SOMEONE TO FUCK WITH. You remember culling a GROUP OF SIX for picking on you about having a REDBLOOD over for company. But then you could go right back to giving out the BEST BEARHUGS. In short, you knew when it was time to SERIOUS THE FUCK UP.

Your strife specibus is pickKind, and you already have a sturdy MINER'S PICK allocated to it.

Your fetch modus is METREBLOCK. This requires you to break a ONE-METER BY ONE-METER BLOCK to retrieve your item. The SIZE and HARDNESS of the item dictate how difficult it is to break the block.

Your trolltag is pillaredCreation and y0u |et y0ur f0ndness f0r archIItecture s|IIp IInt0 y0ur text, even IIf IIt may seem frIIv0|0us t0 use s0 many characters..

If you were to play SGrub, you would be the Mage of Breath at the Land of Blood and Song.

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Name: Gammah Restuz
Age: 8 1/2 sweeps
Blood Caste: Lavender
Trolltag: pillaredCreation
Quirk: Replace i with II, 0 instead of o/O, | instead of L/l Emotes have 0_0 structure, end sentence with extra punctuation.
Dreamself: Prospit
Strife specibus: pickKind
Fetch modus: Metreblock - Break block, recieve item. Block toughness depends on item.
Title: Mage of Breath
Land: Blood and Song.

[Strider]

Okay guys, I get it. I went overboard with the trolls. =_= Seriously, can we please stop the yelling? It's really not needed.

Also it should be noted that half of the things that Zorron is saying in the cafe right now is not necessarily true, likely even more then half, but no way he's going to admit that to the person he's currently glaring at.
I'll also be making note of it in my next post or something, so no need to freak out anymore people.

[CaritheDuck]

Okay guys, I get it. I went overboard with the trolls. =_= Seriously, can we please stop the yelling? It's really not needed.

Also it should be noted that half of the things that Zorron is saying in the cafe right now is not necessarily true, likely even more then half, but no way he's going to admit that to the person he's currently glaring at.
I'll also be making note of it in my next post or something, so no need to freak out anymore people.

Quit posting it here. Take it to the chat thread.

[Insani]

It's time for my Fifth Fantroll (Or six, if you count the Red-Blood Rockstar waiting to be created in my troll-sprite folder xD). This time I won't be adding his SGRUB land and title, as if I enter an RP with him I don't want to have to redesign him like I did with Tipazi, I'll just make up a name and title when I join an rp as him.

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>Be the paranoid Green-Blood

SHUT UP ASSWIPE, I'M N00T PARAN00ID. I'M JUST M00RE ALERT THAHAHAN EVERY00NE ELSE.

>Be the Ever-Ready Green-Blood.

ACCEPTABLE, L00WBL00DED ASSH00H00H00LE



Your name is Korkas Lartan. You have green blood, and although you dislike the hemospectrum for this, you respect the higherbloods and call anybody anybody more than a degree lower than you on the hemospectrum a lowblood. You are extremely paranoid, partly due to your psychic power, which will be discussed later.

You have various interests, including hacking into other people's systems, checking your hive for spy cameras and the like, breaking stuff, and creating gadgets. You're quite good with technology, your latest invention being a small phone-like device that you use to hack into any of the various grubtop's you've compromised the security of.

As mentioned before, you have a psychic power. Your psychic power alerts you with strokes of paranoia whenever you're in danger or are about to be. The downside to this is that it's always on at least a bit and has made you paranoid and sometimes you near insanity. You are... not very good with your dual hammers, you attempt to train yourself with them, but you just aren't particularly gifted in the field of combat.

You are quite good at architecture, which is kind of useless, and technology. And hacking technology. Due to your rampant paranoia, you've developed several enchanced firewalls and protections for your grubtop, which is nearly unhackable. You have put spy cameras all over your hive, if anything happens in your hive, you know it's happening.

You live in a relatively populated area, in a large sort of city. Your hive is extremely well built and probably one of the best in your city, in terms of architectural design. You've always had a knack for building, which is reflected in your hive. Although your green blood prevents you from having a castle, you've managed to make the most of the hive your green blood allows you to have.

Your lusus is a bird with excellent vision, it could spot the movement of an ant a hundred feet away. You're not fucking joking. It can seriously do that. It doesn't really help much because you're in a populated area and thus there's movement everywhere, though. He's a bit over protective, but has been a good guardian. He's quite intelligent, and protected you until he was wounded in... that incident.

About that incident, a few sweeps ago, you weren't actually as paranoid as you are now. You had thrown your SPHERICAL FUN-PROVIDING OBJECT into a deep alley, and although your Paranoia-Sense warned you about something being fishy, you ignored it. And that's when it happened. You were attacked by several trolls, each a sweep or so older than you. Your lusus managed to fight them off, but it almost died due to a large amount of wounds, particularly a stab wound a few inches from it's heart. Although a friendly troll managed to fix up your lusus to keep him from dying, he's never recovered to full strength, and you became rampantly paranoid.

You wield the HAMMERKIND Specibus and your modus is the BOUNCY FETCH MODUS, which deploys the item as a bouncy ball, which you must grab to get the object. You're quite good at running, because of it.

Your troll tag is mysteriousMadman and you TYPE IN AN EXTREMELY L00UD AND INTIMIDATING MANNER, T00 C00NVINCE EVERY00NE THAHAHAT Y00U ARE N00T A WEAKLING. Y00U MAKE SURE THAHAHAT EVERY00NE CAN SEE Y00UR 00PEN EYES, S00 THAHAHAT THEHEHEY W00N'T D00 ANYTHING FUNNY.

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Name: Korkas Lartan.
Blood Color: Green, color code #007700
Psychic power: Paranoia sense, side effect of making him paranoid and insane
Personality: Paranoid and near-insane.
Quirk: Always types in caps, replaces O with 00, but never uses 0000. He tends to turn HE, HA, and HO into HEHEHE, HAHAHA, and H00H00H00 respectively.
trolltag: mysteriousMadman

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[ZDG]

There's a voidhole over the right lens (his left) and one between the hair and the body

[Insani]

Thanks. The one between the left streak of hair and the body is from the original hair. (It's a mix of a custom hairstyle from the bases sheet and john's hair + a blood color streak)

Just fixed it, sorry for it being 404 for a while, kinda screwed up with image names. Haha.

[_Quietus_]

Unless this seadweller was someone extremely important, like the emperor/empress to be, I'm not sure he'd really have anyone after him. Trolls are pretty much 0kay with killing.

Maybe the troll's matesprit/moirail/someone who cared for them would be pursuing him instead?

No here's how it works, unjust murders of a highblood, and in some cases, mindless massacre of the lowbloods, anything that would label you a particularly dangerous troll, would make you a criminal.

The laws are sorta figurative.

You wield the DUALMINIHAMMERKIND Specibus and your modus is the timer fetch modus, which makes you wait twenty seconds before it gives you your item.

Your troll tag is mysteriousMadman and you TYPE IN A L00UD AND INTIMIDATING MANNER. Y00U TEND T00 LAUGH WHEHEHEN Y00U SAY CERTAIN S00UNDS. Y00U ALS00 MAKE SURE T00 SH00H00H00W EVERYB00DY Y00UR WIDE-00PEN EYES S00 THAHAHAT THEHEHEY KN00W Y00U'RE WATCHING THEHEHEM.

SUMMARY:

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Name: Korkas Lartan.
Blood Color: Green, color code #007700
Psychic power: Paranoia sense, side effect of making him paranoid and insane
Personality: Paranoid and a bit insane
Quirk: Always types in caps, replaces O with 00, but never uses 0000. He tends to turn HE, HA, and HO into HEHEHE, HAHAHA, and H00H00H00 respectively.
trolltag: mysteriousMadman

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Also, make that 2XHAMMERKIND