trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

**Pootporri** · 09-13-2011, 10:19 PM

>Be the nostalgic gossip girl.

You are now SAIDEY SEIGAR, and you've got a thing for novelty. But we'll get to that later. You are a GREENBLOOD of SEVEN SWEEPS, but if anyone tries to demean you for your sub-par bloodcolor, rest assured that previously mentioned person will have more FALSE RUMORS floating around their name than Troll Cady Heron faster than you can say TELEPHONE. Most of the time, they're untraceable, too! After all, if someone tries to find the source, you could always send them to someone else! GOSSIPING is definitely one of your favorite past-times! You, of course, like to jot any and all what may or may not be false information in your BURN BOOK.

Speaking of hobbies and/or past-times, you also obligatorily like STORYTELLING. Which is why you collect STORYBOOKS. You grew up reading a slew of picture-books, laconic kids' stories, and folktales. Out of all the kinds of characters... You've got to say that you like the princess figures the most. Infact, aspiring to be just like them has stuck you with what personality you have now! Which is to say, a sweet and bubbly demeanor, and anyone that says otherwise can go fall down a flight of stairs leading to a deep, dark pit filled with liar-eating crocodiles. You hate liars just as much as you hate hypocrits.

Another hobby of yours that you like partaking in is DANCING. Oh yes. No, you don't dance to any of that modern 'swaggerific' shit, whatever that is. No, you don't want to learn how to Droogie, nor do you want to dance like some kind of day-dwelling zombie. You prefer doing dances like the Waltz, Tango, and god forbid, the Ladybug. Anyone that says that your dancing isn't good can stuff it, because they obviously don't know anything of the art. On top of that, you have a taste for OLD MUSIC as well. You like some of the stuff by the Everly Brooders, anything by Troll Johnny Cash, and (it should go without saying) Troll Elvis Presley.

You, of course, like to play these kinds of music on your collection of OLD RECORDS, on your pristine, antique RECORD PLAYER. Alternatively, you can use the JUKEBOX too, but it's definitely less fun.

Speaking of collections, there's only one you haven't covered yet; you have a wonderful obsession with OLD TOYS. Which is to say, your collection might consist of something along the line of a BALL IN A CUP, many JUMPROPES, PADDLEBALLS, SKIPITS, and generally anything belonging to that particular line of thought. You like to play with them just as much as you like to collect them, and you honestly don't really get what makes game consoles and more technology-oriented things so fun. After all, playing a rousing game of KICK-THE-CAN just never gets old! Well, to your friends it might. To you? Certainly not!

Since you had previously mentioned skipits before, you've allocated that particular toy to your STRIFE SPECIBUS. Which is to say, skipitKind. Which can really be painful if your enemies decide to place their ankles in a close proximity to where you're standing! Really!

Needless to say, you attempt to avoid fighting with other trolls as much as possible. Not because you're a bad fighter or anything, you just would much rather talk about someone behind their back and not pay the consequences, thankyou. Pff. It's not like uh... You'd run from a confrontation or anything. Nope. Not at all. Haha. What lead your inner monologue (or however the fuck this works) to believe that?

Moving onto subjects you haven't particularly touched yet, your HIVE is a pretty cool place, if you'd ask yourself. But of course, you don't ask yourself things. Because you're not crazy. Moving on. It's a old-timey resturaunt, with leather carseats for booths and enough checkers to make pattern-induced nausea a thing. Of course, you live on the second floor of said swazzy eatery. Your respite block is really nothing special, other than having stuff of your various collections littered across the floor. It kind of looks like a wiggler daycare (if those exist), what with all of the toys you own.

Occupying aforementioned hive with you, is of course, your lusus. Which is an adorable little furball with absolutely no malice intention whatsoever. Which is to say it's a DOG. And by no malice intention, you mean towards you. Momma Fluff is known to get a little bitey with those that she finds threatening and who aren't you. And considering she's the size of a purse (you should know, you've toted her around in one more times than you can count), just about everyone is threatening. But don't worry, if you give her a bellyrub and a treat, she'll usually calm down a bit. Maternal instincts, after all!

And to wrap it all up, your trolltag is nostalgicTalebearer, and Your --o's h--op.

TL;DR

Arty Shit

**finepoint** · 09-14-2011, 01:40 AM

Poot, I have never seen anything so adorable.

**lightningRecluse** · 09-14-2011, 07:56 PM

>Be the insufferable douchebag.

±glαdly±

>You are now KEERAN MALISE, a 7.5 sweep old Anon blood! So as the question is obviously coming, what is your actual blood color and why are you anon? The answer is simple and not, on both fronts. You are actually an INDIGO BLOOD, the highest of all the land dwellers. Yet, you believe in your thinkpan that all INDIGO’s are supposed to SUBBJUGULATE. You cannot. You have no skill in the matter, you have never been in tune with your CHUCKLEVOODOO’S. In that respect, you are a failure. So you went anon, to prevent from being a disgrace to your indigo blooded compatriots. However, this does not stop you from wanting to still deal in death. The idea of it has always ENTRANCED you, like many a troll, but you more so than other. Images of the BONY ONE have always entranced you, and you feel a need to pick up your dealing of death in his IMAGE. However this is not the case, as you just run a FERRYING SERVICE across a small river. In that sense, you’ve landed a position as one of the BONY ONE’s underlings, but, as the bony one does not actually exist, that is obviously not the case.

To be honest, you also think you are the single BEST THING that has ever happened to the Alternian planet, and when it won’t get you CULLED in an obviously gruesome manner, you tend to flaunt it. However as flaunting it would typically get you killed in a gruesome manner, you tend to flaunt it only through devices like TROLIAN. The reason you don’t flaunt it in person is because you cannot become the bony one if you are dead, and you still need to practice your skills with your brand new SCYTHEKIND specibus. You’re pretty horrible with it actually. You used to use TRAPKIND, but, well, your newfangled obsession with this bony one caused you to buy another one.

Pardoning your addiction over things like the bony one, which borders on the fetishistic, let us discuss your personality. You are clever, and are basically a SHREWD MANIPULATIVE DOUCHEBAG. Your words sting and you like them that way. You love seeing the irritated reactions of others. But as you don’t do much talking to other trolls face to face, due to being, well, Anon, you have no idea how much of a douchebag you would be in person. Probably less, because the potential to be culled is ever so much higher. You also like confusing people. Hence the bandana over your eyes. It often makes others think you are BLIND, which is an assumption you kind of want them to make in the first place.

Why? Nobody knows.

You live in a simple hivestem with some other lowbloods, none of which you know, and as such, you don’t venture out much for fear of them discovering your blood color. It contains a few commissioned drawings and paintings of the bony one himself, as well as an obscure collection of SKULLS. You own no console gaming devices, as the only one you need is your computer. Trolls of Legends anybody? Regardless, you spend a lot of your spare time doing research on SOULS, if they actually exist, and things like this. You hope to eventually find a TOME of your ANCESTORS that answers this, but that’s really unlikely. Your lusus is a relatively normal sized vulture. Vulturedad is a scavenger, so you really haven’t had much feeding to do. He just kind of does. He did teach you some things, but a lot of things you learned from either the internet or experience.

Your trolltag is [color= 808080]shadowsideReaper[/color], and you ±τypΣ in α wαy τhατ rΣƒlΣcτs τhΣ wαys oƒ old±
If you were to ever play a silly game, you would be the BARD OF SOUL in the LAND OF SIN AND PASSAGE.

**Snowmanne** · 09-15-2011, 12:57 PM

>Be the insane patriot

With p1easure (I don't rea11y mind)

>Wait what this is supposed to insult you

RU1E A1TERNIA!

You are Zhutti Luchni, and you absolutely LOVE your empire! (MAY IT REIGN FOREVER!)
You are currently about 9 and half sweeps old, and you just can't wait until you get conscripted when you are ten, you will do anything for the empire, even give your life!
You have been preparing for conscription most of your life, you even bought a fake infantry uniform on troll-eBay which you wear while practicing archery.
Huh? Oh yeah the archery! While your regular strife specibii is HAMMER-KIND, no self respecting arm of the military uses that weapon. Your dream is to join the elite archer unit called the Sanctusarcu, unfortunately, you suck at archery, but you will practice until you will be able to fire an arrow straight to the moon (metaphorically, of course)!
Your room is filled with maps of the empire (THE DIVINE CONQUEROR OF PLANETS! GLORY AND VICTORY TO IT!) and pictures of your most glorious monarch, the Empress Condescendence and her Heiress, Feferi Peixes. Oh how much you lov- YOU MEAN ADORE both of them, true examples of what only those chosen by the terrors themselves can be! Your idiot friend who is into that weird dark magic he calls "Psychology" says that you are obviously romantically attracted to the two, but that is ABSURD AND BLASPHEMOUS! They are both too holy for you to even think about their lovely figure and the way- NOTHING DISREGARD THAT RULE ALTERNIA!
As a yellow, you are supposed to have some sort of psychic power. All you have is to ability to project a weak psychic mind barrier of you or others, preventing them from being mind controlled or using their own powers if they are weak enough. You find this ability weak and boring, but your matesprite is fascinated by is (however, she is generally into researching psychic abilities).
Besides the GREATEST EMPIRE TO HAVE EVER EXSISTED, you don't have many hobbies. You guess you like reading about HISTORY and WEAPONS (Though, you like DESIGNING weapons more than actually using them). You don't like admitting it, but you also like reading TRASHY NOVELS about BRAVE COLONISTS WHO VENTURE TO EXOTIC PLANET AND SEDUCE THE ODDLY SIMILAR TO TROLLS NATIVE ALIENS.
Your lusus is an eagle, he is very lovely, and he started to hunt food for you ever since you sold your HAMMERKIND card to buy the BOWKIND one (like you said, you are bad at archery).
Your symbol? what about it? it's just a hammer and a sickle, it's not like it's the symbol of a monarch hating political group in a alien race that doesn't exist, that would be ABSURD

Your troll tag is loyalistBowman (formerly loyalistHammer) and you usua11y ta1k quiet1y (and you fee1 the need to exp1ain yourse1f), but that is on1y if you aren't ta1king about THE G1OURIOUS EMPIRE OF TRO11-KIND!!!

TL;DR

**Monkeysky** · 09-15-2011, 03:52 PM

((Doubleposted

Also, please pm me w/ any comments on my troll.))

**Monkeysky** · 09-15-2011, 04:04 PM

> Be the PATHETIC PIECE OF CRUD.

Your name is SARCOF DIPTER, and people have been known to call you a pathetic piece of crud, among other things. You do not heed these people, because you know that you are superior to them in nearly every way. Well, you suppose that's an exaggeration. Most other trolls are probably better at WALKING, or SPEAKING, and maybe SELF PRESERVATION, but you make up for all that and more with your TOUGHNESS. You have lived in your ancestral JUNK HEAP for seven sweeps, and it isn't an easy place to survive. The building drones are unable to go anywhere near it, so you sleep outside, and as a result, YOU SLEEP QUITE RARELY. There is no day or night in the heap, do to the noxious clouds, and the hordes of sludge mutants are constantly on the prowl. This lifestyle, mixed with your habit of WALKING BAREFOOT, and your interest in AMATEUR ALCHEMICAL TEA-MAKING using found materials, have left you immune to things that could kill most other trolls. You have been known to BLEED HEAVILY FOR DAYS ON END, and you can, and will, eat anything that is not bigger than yourself AND alive. As an exchange, however, you have become QUITE WEAK (as well as bald), so much so, in fact, that you cannot walk without a set of crutches, but your ENDURANCE still puts you ahead in any fight, as you can usually tear them to shreds with your cuttleryKind before they can perform any significant harm on you. Battles against you have been known to last weeks, and you generally eat the fallen to continue fighting. More than a few duels have been won by the others succumbing to starvation. The only quality that can compare to your TOUGHNESS is your DISDAIN FOR HYGIENE. You have never once washed any part of yourself in any substance cleaner than year old soda. Your face is very elastic, showing all of your BLUNT, OMNIVORIOUS TEETH, and enabling you to MAKE FUNNY FACES.

You have never actually met another (unmutated) troll in person, as your heap tends to be FATAL TOWARDS THE GENETICALLY BORING, but you still feel a great amount of superiority against them. You have been led to assume that the rest of your species cannot survive ten minutes in any environment without constant intervention of their lusii. Your own lusus on the other hand, is almost completely dependent on you, mostly due to him being a huge lazy bum. Quadroch is a bloated, fly-like creature nearly four meters tall. He insists that you go and find him cigarette butts to chew on, and old discarded beer can to eat. You have been led to believe that this is the same lusus that raised your great ancestor Abrephus Josechal, mostly because Quadroch is far too lazy to get himself killed.

Abrephus is your hero. He was born without a sense of smell, and built this junk heap from the ground up on top of a sulfurous natural gas-hole as a place for people of all blood colors to live. Unfortunately the trolls that managed to live in the heap for more than a few days had nowhere near the TOUGH GENETICS as you highbloods, and they became the first generation of the mutant savages. Abrephus managed to prove his superiority over them, and took all their things and sold them, allowing himself to live a life of relative luxury in the heap. You have never found any of the treasures that he was able to purchase, but judging by the significantly more diverse amount of mutants, many have tried.

Your trolltag is gammaHellspent and YOU TEND TO SHOUT, BECAUSE WHEN YOU DON'T, YOUR VOICE ¡§ πεẶɾ£¥ ¡π¢ØĦεɾεπ╬, DUE TO HAVING NO REAL EXPERIENCE OF ALTERNIAN SPOKEN LANGUAGE FOR MOST OF YOUR LIFE.

Name: Sarcof Dipter
Age: 7 sweeps, approximately
Trolltag: gammaHellspent
Typing Quirk: YOU CANNOT SPEAK BOTH ϘÜ¡ε╬£¥ AND COHERENTLY AT THE SAME TIME.
Blood: 7F00FF
Lusus: Giant Lazy Flybeast
Strife Specibus: cuttleryKind
Fetch Modus: FTFOModus (the item is dispensed when you are properly infuriated)

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**Insani** · 09-16-2011, 06:12 AM

>Be the pathetic vengeful royal blood

<-go fuCk yyoUrrself->

>Be the royal asshole

<-go eaT An Explosive->

Your name is Vintak Flinnt, you are nine sweeps old, and you have okay blood, for a seadweller. You're not particularly high compared to other seadwellers, but you make the most of your status as a Seadweller. You tend to have a reputation for brutality towards the low-bloods. Although low-bloods used to fear you, ever since THAT INCIDENT, you've been more viewed as a 'semi-dangerous has-been'.

Your interests include cruelty towards the low-bloods, FLARPING, and painting. You're not too good at painting, but it's a relatively new hobby, that captures your more artistic side. You also enjoy hanging out with your fellow seadwellers. That is, the ones that aren't caught up in their royal-asshole bullshit routine.

You tend to be much more laid back than the average seadweller, that is, around other seadwellers. You tend to act dominant towards greens -> indigos and brutal towards anything below green. You enjoy FLARPING, quite a lot. However, due to your 'habit' of brutally murdering lowbloods, the only company you tend to get are over-confident medium-bloods, insane subjugs, and retarded Seadwellers. You seem to be one of the few non-retarded seadwellers who FLARP. You tend to feed the corpses of your enemies to your lusus.

Your lusus is a massive, carnivorous octobear thing. It seems to be a cross of a bear and an octopus. It's about four times the size of a troll, and it tends to be rather tough. When you were younger it used to spar with you, and it usually used to win, but nowadays you've become more than an equal match for it, particularly due to how slow it is. It attempted to teach you to be a hunter, but you rejected this due to you being a royal blooded seadweller - too high to be a hunter. You and it don't really get along, and it enjoys attempting to antagonize you. Despite this, you feed it some of the corpses you get from your killings, even then he's an ungrateful asshole. Perhaps his horrible behavior contributed to your brutality. Not to mention he's ugly as fuck and a total asshole.

Around seadwellers and alone, you tend to be a nice guy and a bit artistic, as is hinted at with your interest in ART AND POETRY. You're trying to learn to paint, you're not too good at it, yet though, and your poetry is completely horrid. You don't actually have anything particularly against low-bloods... you simply use them to vent your extremely violent nature so that around the higher bloods you can seem nice and civil. Not only this, but due to your social status as a seadweller, you can easily murder lowbloods with little or no consequences.

Ah yes, about... that incident. A few sweeps ago, you had a crush on another seadweller, who was wasting her beauty on a shitblood. You convinced her that continuous romance with that shitblood would... degrade her image. You convinced her to murder the shitblood and come back to you.

Turns out, the shit blood was well armed. With his bow, he managed to permanently disable your arm, and... kill the seadweller you had an eye for. You were able to obtain a robotic arm replacement, but ever since the incident your reputation has majorly suffered, although your skills haven't changed, you've become much less feared and respected, and more thought of as, 'that pathetic seadweller who couldn't beat a shitblood.'

Despite your attempts to track down the brown blood, you've never managed to figure out where he is. Furthermore, the empire seems to deem him useful due to a psychic power he has. You don't recall what it is, but your greatest desire is to kill him. This is actually one of your hobbies - attempting to track him down. Despite your lack of any information on him at all, you still attempt to find out about him every once in a while. You once had a pretty good lead - a troll saw him in a forest near some ruins, but when you attempted to find him you found only some used up supplies. You camped out their for several days - and finally gave up when you realized he wouldn't be coming back.

You are equipped with the Clubkind specibus. You use a golden club with spikes on the end. It's pretty cool, and pretty effective too... Your fetch modus is WHACK-A-CARD, in which the card keeps popping out of the ground and you have to grab it to get the card. The ground counts as whatever you're standing on.

You live in a small fortress. You never had much of an imagination, but your building is impenetrable, or at least nearly impenetrable, due to it's steel walls, and most of it's rooms are placed in a smart, organized fashion. Your lusus doesn't get to come inside the fortress. Because he's an asshole. You hate him.

Your trolltag is vengefulVanquisher and you <-speak iN a rratheRR BrruTal toNe, yyOu tenD To Double yyOurr yy's bEcAusE theyy lOok like YYoUrr Horrns.->

**hesperMonarch** · 09-16-2011, 07:39 PM

Your name is Rogeno Rissat, and you are 7 sweeps old.

Trolls usually have this thing that sets them apart. Probably some cool power, or atypical horns, maybe extra pupils! And if not a physical quality, maybe something in your personality. You've seen a lot of trolls in your life, some of them ridiculously nice, or flirty, or general assholes. So with all that experience in your mind, you're pretty sure you're pretty fucking common in comparison. Or maybe that's what makes you out of the standard, the fact that you have absolutely nothing that sets you apart from the rest of other trolls.

You like video-games a lot, but you've never really scored on the top boards. You like reading comics, but your collection isn't really something outstanding, along with the weapon you use. Just a simple crowbar. You don't like picking fights, but you don't like being pushed over unless you think they should. You had a crush for a Blueblood, that obviously ignored you for the most part, and you've never had a moirail. So it turns out, the word that defines you is someone average.

And honestly, you're ok with it.
You like life as it is, not taking too many risks and going out with the right people. Life's simple, and you'd rather not make more drama. So when you see other trolls making a fuss for a thing that's a bit of an exaggeration, you're always eager to help! You're rarely found not smiling, though not in a creepy way, just a normal and pleasant smile that expresses how you are inside-out. Relaxed and willing to accept what life gives you!
Your lusus taught you at a very early age the do's and don'ts in what lies ahead, also to smile and accept, so you don't recall you being upset on the last 20 perigrees because of this. She's a hyena, and you're sure they know best.

But what happens after this, you've considered for a while that you might be some kind of masochist. Of course you're actually not! But your behaviour of gladly serving someone who's in a bad situation no matter how much it hurts you says otherwise. You certainly do not enjoy pain by any means, but you like helping, and doing whatever it takes to make people smile once again.

You don't think it's fair that you're all alone living the simple life, so you wouldn't mind giving it away to help someone. That's not the best philosophy in the world, but last time you checked you were pretty sane-minded, so why not take a bit of risk?

All that smiling and serving thing asides, you love classic and retro games, the ones that were invented on the early sweeps! Tretris, Interspecies Invaders, mosty everything that falls into that category, you adore it. Even with the time you spend playing it you never get high scores as mentioned before, but once again, you're alright. You always try to speak like you think they do in those games, so you'd guess that's something a bit unusual of you.

Your tag is nitrousPlanter and you speak wit' a weird ac:c:ent, not t'at you c:an like c:ontrol it anywayy

**Alyss** · 09-16-2011, 09:19 PM

^cool dude

**Temperencia** · 09-17-2011, 03:58 AM

>Be the psychotic chick with the finger-like legs.

rude!!! but okay yeah lets go with that

You are CHELIS OVTIS, a YOUNG MINTY GREENBLOOD of the age of SEVEN SWEEPS. You DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT THE HEMOSPECTRUM, because everybody is the same to you-- weak vulnerable people. Their blood color won't get in the way of your reign of doom and huhwhat nothing here to look at nope nope...

You are a rather NICE LADY, FORMAL, POLITE. You are able to CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS AND KEEP YOUR COOL. But all of your ANGER go into a tiny bottle, and when the bottle bursts, you will flip your shit at anything. It's not very pretty either. But when you aren't butthurt, you just REPLY WITH A SMILE. People usually wouldn't like you due to your BRIGHT GREEN CLOTHING, but whatever. You don't really like FASHION, it's just that your LUSUS is picky about what clothes you pick.

Moving on, you enjoy CRAFTING WEAPONS. You only use two of them, since everything else you make you are terrible at using. As a WIGGLER, you enjoyed making simple weapons, such as a POWER CORD TIED TO A KNIFE. You never really used it, but it remains in your WEAPON BOX. To make a living, you have your LUSUS manage a SMALL STORE with various STRIFE SPECIBI. You give her the WEAPONS, she gives you CAEGARS. A symbiotic relationship indeed. Sadly, it hasn't been going so well due to that NEW STORE THAT JUST OPENED RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

Another thing you like are PUNISHMENTS, as in, knowing about the VARIOUS WAYS HOW PEOPLE WERE EXECUTED. In your SHELF you have MANY BOOKS TALKING ABOUT KILLING AND PUNISHMENTS FROM LONG AGO. You are FASCINATED WITH MANY WEAPONS FOR EXECUTION, such as the CLASSIC GUILLOTINE. Sadly, you don't have any of these weapons in your hive. Bummer. Since there's not much to do with STUDYING EXECUTIONS, so you decided to make up your own PUNISHMENTS on your SOMEWHAT UNLIMITED SUPPLY OF TOYS. So fun.

And now for the final thing you love. Killing. Killing for FUN. You don't hide it very well, nor do you intend on hiding it. To you, trolls are WEAK, FRAGILE. The only thing that protects them are their STRIFE SPECIBI, which you find KINDA PATHETIC. Besides, you want to be the BEST, and YOU WON'T LET ANYONE STOP YOU. You have killed VARIOUS PEOPLE already, from GRUBS TO SEADWELLERS. So, how did this love for KILLING THINGS HAPPEN?

It started when you were a WIGGLER.

Your LUSUS DIDN'T LIKE YOU THAT MUCH, since you did NOTHING USEFUL BUT LOOK AT WEAPONS. Throughout your CHILDHOOD, she repeatedly TAUNTED YOU ABOUT NOT HAVING THE BULGE TO DO ANYTHING. At one point, you got so INFURIATED that you went outside and went to go KILL BEARS TO PROVE YOU ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO FIGHT ANIMALS BARE-HANDED. As you picked a fight with a LARGE BEAR, your LEGS WERE INSTANTLY GONE. BITTEN OFF. You crawled back to your hive miraculously surviving. But it was worth it. Your GUARDIAN had TONS OF NEW RESPECT FOR YOU NOW, but your ANGER still lingered around, and decided to KILL SOME ANIMALS. Then more animals, then onto trolls. Not bears though. They are scary.

At the AGE OF SIX SWEEPS, you threatened some LOWBLOOD MECHANIC TO MAKE PROSTHETIC LEGS FOR YOU. You killed him afterwards. So fun. The LEGS are pretty nice, difficult to walk in, but still nice. You remember somebody said that your LEGS looked like FINGERS. You didn't KILL HIM, since you were close to being lit on fire.

(COUGHthismayormaynothavetodoanythingwiththefourth wallCOUGH)

You have ALLOCATED TWO WEAPONS TO YOUR STRIFE SPECIBI. One of them being CHAINSAWKIND, which is a CHAINSAW with TWO HANDLES AT THE END TO GRIP ON. There is a CORD HANGING OFF of the HILT, which ACTIVATES THE WEAPON. Your next one is FLAILKIND. It is just a NORMAL FLAIL, but with the SHATTERED TEETH AND SHARPENED BONES OF THE INNOCENT.

Your SYLLADEX is set to CARD CRUSHER. Possibly the most STUPIDEST SYLLADEX EVER. You are supposed to CRUSH THE CARD WITH THE ITEM WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT AND ANGER. The CARD DETECTS HOW HARD YOU ARE CRUSHING IT, AND THE ITEM WILL SPAWN IN FRONT OF YOU ONCE YOU SUCCESSFULLY SMASH IT TO PIECES. It's stupid, but it's a good way to release some steam.

Your LUSUS is some sort of FREAKY TROLLNOID (?) with JADE CRYSTALS GROWING OUT OF HER BACK. Basically EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS BLANK. No FACE, no HAIR, just JADE SPROUTING OUT OF HER BACK. Her name is ANASTACIA, and seems to like MAKING WEAPONS along with you. She is also an EGOTISTIC BITCH when it comes to her CRYSTALS, oh yeah, she forces you to wear clothes you don't like.

Your trolltag is cherryHellbiker and yσu'rє nσt rєally creαtιvє whєn ιt cσmєs tσ qυιrks. ιt's bєttєr thαn nσthιng thσυgh, rιght~;,;.';.,;'~?

**Akazani** · 09-17-2011, 12:30 PM

[QUOTE=Akazani;5557201]>Be the Assassin

You can't prove that

>Fine, be the 'accidental killer'

With pleasure :>)

You are KEJELN ORGANU a mid-hemospectrum troll. You dwell in a particularly SWAMP-RIDDEN part of Alternia that is particularly prone to clouds of unhealthy gases, some of which regularly kill off large swathes of wildlife and unlucky nearby trolls. Due to your RESILIENT LUNGS you are able to survive even the most noxious of swamp gases, even if you do pass out for the entire night.

Recently you reached seven sweeps of age, your friends celebrated your Wiggling Day by sending a dozen horrifying abominations of Alternian nature to kill you. You survived by going swimming in a PURPLE OOZE POOL and watched the horrifying abominations succumb to the gases and drown in the ghastly fluids that you call your neighbourhood. In the end you only had to kill one with your grenadeKind weapon. You distinctly recognize some of the abominations that you sent to your friends for their Wiggling Days, unoriginal TOSSERS the lot of them.

You have several interests, MUSIC is a big part of your life enjoying, as you do, to coax bizarre and yet catchy sounds out of your collection of LUMINESCENT STRING INSTRUMENTS. You also have a collection of SMALL MODEL DRAGONS which you add to whenever you get the chance, as you also enjoy MODEL-MAKING you would think this would be more often, but alas, you are not very good at it and end up throwing most away in frustration.

Until recently you had a kismesis, but as both of your feelings turned RED and PITYING you both agreed it wasn't going to WORK OUT. You spend a lot of time swimming with your CROCODILE LUSUS and irritating your friends online by purposefully typing in red despite your blood colour. Your handle is wyvernMuse.

**AutumnWyvern** · 09-18-2011, 05:42 PM

>Be the gardener troll.

You are now TALPIN CRISTA, a bright young troll who is SEVEN SWEEPS of age. You have a variety of INTRESTS, such as SOLVING RIDDLES, EXPLORING CAVERNS, and most notably GARDENING. In fact, the above ground entrance to your mostly underground HIVE is completely covered in VEGITATION. Honestly, it looks like you live in a BUSH. Not to mention the inside of your hive is filled with just as much GREENERY as the outside. Thankfully, your obsessive gardening has given you great knowledge of both POISONOUS as well as PHARMESUTICAL HERBS. You tend to carry around a bit of BOTH whenever you go out. Just in case.

You live with your LUSUS who happens to be a great and powerful MOLE. Much to your annoyance your lusus often tunnels UNDERNEATH your gardens. Thankfully, you have many gardens above and below ground, at least all those tunnels are good for SOMETHING. Your lusus also likes to take your BELONGINGS and then HIDE them in elaborate twisted TUNNEL MAZES that he digs. You normally wouldn’t mind this too much because you actually ENJOY some of the RIDDLES your lusus scrawls on the walls as well as EXPLORING the tunnels but the part that pisses you of is the fact that you tend to get lost in those tunnels for DAYS at a time. It is quite hard to tend to gardens when you AREN'T THERE. You are known to be very IRRITABLE when you get back and will RANT to all who will listen about your VEGITATION LOSSES. The fact that you are UNDERGROUND and have no way to know of the passage of TIME often effects your SLEEP CYCLE so you pretty much sleep WHENEVER. It is not unheard of for you to sleep during the night and be busy during the day.

In general though you have a rather CALM and LEVEL-HEADED demeanor. You enjoy conversing with other trolls when you take a BREAK from your gardening. Although you are one for conversation your SHARP TONGUE and BLUNT REMARKS tends to turn others off. You have come to notice people have a hard time determining your GENDER. But, you honestly can't see why. It normally takes a lot of effort to make you loose your cool. When that happens you tend to use a copious amount VULGARITIES in your speech.

Your trolltag is banefulGreenskeeper and you talk in a fl❀ral way that y❀u find t❀ be in n❀ way feminine.

**Cliff_Racer** · 09-18-2011, 07:50 PM

You are JENCYR ARIGTO.

You are a COMPLETELY NORMAL TROLL on the INSIDE. On the OUTSIDE, you look LIKE A ROBOT. That is because your bones were turned into a FINE POWDER by an OLD RIVAL. Thank goodness you had HELP. You used your POWER to make and control FREEZING FOG to slow down your body's functions long enough for ANONYMOUS ASSISTANCE to host your THINK PAN and VARIOUS ORGANS in a ROBOT BODY. If you did not have this body, YOU'D DIE. If your organs fail, YOU DIE. Yeah, pretty harsh. You're not like a SOULBOT, though, which hosts a GHOST, even though you like them. It's more like your entire body is PROSTHETIC. You also realise that, as a 'robot', you DON'T REALLY NEED CLOTHES. You disregard that thought and wear clothes anyways because you feel naked without.

You are a rather RESERVED troll, SMART, and you DON'T TEND TO GET MAD alot. You are a rather IMPOTENT troll, at least your robotic body helps you fight better. In this body, you still must EAT and DRINK. You prefer savory foods, as sweets give you an UPSET STOMACH. Your favorite drink is BLACK TEA. Among your HOBBIES are MAKING LARGE PATCHES OF FOG AND WALKING AROUND IN THEM LIKE A CREEP and POLISHING THINGS. What, there is nothing wrong about being paid to polish things. Stop having such a sick mind.

Your HIVE is a small building in the middle of a basin up north. There are hardly any trees around, and the terrain is very flat. There's nearly always fog pooled in it, enabling ALL SORTS OF NASTIES to hide. Your LUSUS is a large, two-legged creature with a canine head and massive, muscular arms. It lazes around your HIVE, ocassionaly eating ANIMALS that wander by. SHE'S PRETTY CHILL.

Your trolltag is frigidAdvection and the FOGGYYYY precipitation that ACCUUUUMULATES in your system OCCAAAASIONALLYYYY causes you to seize up.

Your strife specibus is hammerKind, and is allocated with a claw hammer.

Your inventory modus is Haunt. To retrieve the item, the card must be behind you, your eyes must be closed, and your breathing must be regular.

**amnesiaDinosaur** · 09-18-2011, 10:31 PM

>Be the total prick.

"I'm warning you, lowblood. Don't messssssssss with me."

>What, are you going to toss the disembodied voice in the desert before dawn too?

"Is that a challenge? Anything is possssssssible, you know."

>Point taken. Be the tealblooded one.

"As you wissssh, dissssembodied voice."

Your name is Kaspar Sasone and you have a variety of interests.

First and foremost, you enjoy the finer things in life. By this, you mean you enjoy murdering lowbloods. For most, this was only done when necessary. Business. War. For you, it's a sport. You kill lowbloods, and you and some friends keep tally of how many you've got. You're always in the lead. Always. So far, none of your highblooded friends have managed to beat you. You got so bored of being at the top, in fact, you stopped killing trolls for a perigee. Of course, addiction is a powerful thing. You remember your first kill after that break like it was yesterday, although it was a few sweeps ago. You knocked on the door to the hive, to be polite. A yellowblood answered, and she explained she was busy with her matesprit before your axe swung and her blood was on the walls. You left her matesprit in the desert, just before dawn that night. He's probably dead and not plotting your demise.

Secondly, you enjoy reading. In fact, whenever you aren't killing lowbloods, you're usually reading. You mostly read about the history of Alternia, things that document killings, executions, revenge and the like. Other than those books, you don't read much.

You are fairly hemoloyal, and will obey nearly any order from a troll who's blood is higher than yours. Lowbloods, however, as you mentioned before, are dead meat. Carrion. If a lowblood were to even attempt to boss you around, you'd give them the middle finger. By which you mean your axe. There is nobody out of your reach. Only you are in control.

On that note, you cannot turn down a challenge. If anybody were to attack you, request combat with you, or anything, you would accept. If somebody said you couldn't do something, you'd prove them wrong or get nearly killed trying.

You use the execution modus, where you have to chop the head off of the dummy that the card is in. You fight using axeKind, your trusty greataxe allocated to it, along with a few handaxes and a couple other greataxes.

Your trolltag is daredevilExecutioner and you type in a manner that issss ssssuperior to all otherssss."

TL;DR

**Eon-Flamewing** · 09-19-2011, 01:08 AM

http://trollslum.wikia.com/wiki/StellarGlacialis

> Enter Name.
Your name is ORION PROCYON.
You don't really have a lot of INTERESTS, but that is probably because you're ALMOST ALWAYS PREOCCUPIED with one of them. You absolutely RELISH the power your BLOOD COLOUR gives you, and constantly MANIPULATES it to your ADVANTAGE. You refuse to live UNDERWATER, because you would be a LOWBLOOD there, instead choosing to REIGN OVER most of the HEMOSPECTRUM on land. However, you assume that such TRICKERY is the norm -- look at what the ROYALTY do.

You have an obsession with BLOOD. It started when you were SEARCHING for a way to SUPPRESS YOUR HOMICIDAL FITS, and eventually settled on drinking TROLL BLOOD with a dash of SOPOR SLIME to go with it. Surprisingly it has WORKED, and you never leave your hive without a DECENT SUPPLY of that DELICIOUS CONCOCTION. Though, you insist that you are not a RAINBOW DRINKER. For one, you have never touched the blood of the ROYALS before, though you often wonder how they TASTE LIKE. How do you get the BLOOD? By FLARPING, of course. If they get INJURED, that's good. If they DIE, it's EVEN BETTER. Then you REAP the REWARDS, and occasionally send off the DEAD TROLL 's LUSUS off to the HEIRESS.

You are extremely CONDESCENDING towards those with LOWER BLOOD THAN YOU. You usually ABHOR the thought of ASSOCIATING with LOWBLOODS, but do enjoy the occasional mind game. It's terribly DIFFICULT for anyone to TELL YOUR EMOTIONS, because you have a VERY GOOD POKER FACE. Not that anyone would WANT TO, however. They might get KILLED if they're a LOWBLOOD, and the ROYALS hate your ATTITUDE.

Your trollTag is stellarGlacialis and you [speak in a condescending way to your inferiors and deal with your superiors in a tone with barely concealed hatred.]

> Examine Self.
You are a troll of 9 sweeps of fairly AVERAGE stature. You have INCREDIBLE PHYSICAL PROWESS from SWEEPS of hunting LOWBLOODS, and have ACQUIRED the PARALYZING GAZE of your LUSUS over time. You DON'T REALLY CARE about your APPEARANCE, but do try to keep NEAT. It's good that your hair is NATURALLY AND STUBBORNLY STRAIGHT, which saves you tons of COMBING.

As for your CLOTHES, you tend to dress in a BLACK turtleneck and slacks. All the better for CAMOUFLAUGE at night.

> Examine Hive.
Having the HIGHEST BLOOD COLOUR POSSIBLE for a LANDDWELLER, you have constantly TERRIFIED your neighbours and thus nobody lives near you anymore. Not that you mind, for you quite ENJOY living by the SEA, and often TRAVEL INLAND to hunt for your UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS. Your hive is not as GRAND as others would expect, but you do have a LAVISH STOREROOM for all that BLOOD you've harvested. Oh, and an UNDERGROUND CAVERN for your LUSUS.

> Allocate Strife Specibus.
You take a look at your SPECIBI, and set it to rifleKind. If you're in a PINCH and your RIFLE isn't handy, you set it to gazeKind. Your COLD HYPNOTIC stare could be FATAL to RUSTBLOODS, but often you just PARALYZE them for harvesting.

You equip your trusty JADE RIFLE. Usually it fires POISONOUS PELLETS, but if you've forgotten to take that BLOOD CORDIAL on time, you end up setting the AMMUNITION to ALTERNIAN SUNLIGHT LASER BEAM. Whoops. Seems like you haven't taken out those PELLETS yet.

> Examine Fetch Modus.
Your fetch modus requires you to search for that particular OBJECT in your CAPTCHALOGUE, which takes the form of a rich tome. The CARDS are in fact PAGES of a book, and it gets TROUBLESOME if you have CAPTCHALOGUED a ton of items and have to look for only one. And the thing isn't even in ALPHABETICAL ORDER. It's ANNOYING, but at least you've managed to MASTER it somehow.

The RIFLE PELLETS are set to CARD 413. That was easy.

> Do Something Awesome.
Channeling the PELLETS into your RIFLE, you aim the crosshair at a distant LUSUS on the BEACH. With a resounding BANG the bullet propels itself out of the barrel, and the FLYING WHALE immediately collapses onto the sand. You set off towards the SITE OF THE KILL, retrieving an EMPTY VIAL from your CAPTCHALOGUE in the process.

The LUSUS ain't dead just yet. You narrowly AVOID a swipe from its TAIL, and --- STRIFE!

You win, of course. Nothing ever RESISTS that POISON from your LUSUS for long.

> Do Something Silly.
No wait - that POISONED BLOOD ain't fit for DRINKING. Dang.

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**Eon-Flamewing** · 09-19-2011, 01:10 AM

/barges in

http://trollslum.wikia.com/wiki/VoidEquilibrum :3

> Enter Name.
Your name is ZILYANA RAVNOVESIE.
You have a variety of INTERESTS, but most of them die down after you get BORED. However, there are some interests which have persisted, SKETCHING, READING BOOKS and DAYDREAMING among them. DAYDREAMING is actually quite a vague term for the FANTASY ADVENTURES you conjure up in your mind when you have NOTHING TO DO, and you find it IMMENSELY FUN. You love all things OCCULT AND ARCANE, and regularly feature them in your DAYDREAMS. You have thought about joining some LIVE ACTION ROLEPLAYING GROUPS, but there doesn't seem to be someone who will UNDERSTAND how your mind WORKS.

You have a serious SCHIZOPRENIC problem. Sometimes you are very CIVIL and UNDERSTANDING, generally very good to HANG AROUND WITH, but in other times you will turn into a TOTAL BACKSTABBER who regularly plays MIND GAMES with those of lower castes. No MESSING with the royals though -- that once got you into SERIOUS TROUBLE. You don't understand HOW OR WHY this happens, and there doesn't seem to be ANYTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. Thus, you try to be as BALANCED as possible, being the RED VOID BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE. You have acquired a lot of INTEREST in concepts related to ALIGNMENTS, and therefore declare yourself FIRE aligned. You also have a HABIT of CLASSIFYING everyone you meet into three SYSTEMS that you have INVENTED.

Your trollTag is voidEquilibrum and you never make any grammatical mistakes and have no tolerance for profanities. Psht.

> Examine Self.
You are a troll of 8 sweeps of quite TALL stature, though a bit weirdly proportioned. You DO NOT CARE about your IMAGE at all, though you do make an effort to BE ACCEPTABLE VISUALLY. You have obsessively CUT YOUR HAIR so that it always remains A PARTICULARLY SPIKY STYLE, just the way you like it to be. As for your CLOTHES, you wear whatever happens to be in your WARDROBE. Which is not a lot really, and it usually amounts to a SIMPLE black shirt and slacks. However occasionally you may wear SOMETHING ELSE ALTOGETHER, which may or may not be your LARPING OUTFIT.

> Examine Hive.
You live FAR AWAY FROM THE CITY, on top of a BARREN PLATEAU named the PLAIN OF WANDERING STARS. There isn't much on it, and you find it quite BORING, so you often stay in YOUR FRIENDS' HOMES instead, or OUTDOORS even. But on the RARE OCCASIONS that you do COME HOME, you make an effort to KEEP TIDY. Which isn't quite easy, because you constantly KNOCK INTO THINGS and BREAK THEM. Gosh, you've FORGOTTEN the PROPER CONDUCT IN HIVES while in your own hive. How USEFUL.

> Allocate Strife Specibus.
You take a look at your SPECIBI, and set it to 2xbladeKind. It's always a HASSLE to assemble YOUR WEAPON from the PIECES, but when FULLY ASSEMBLED it makes a really WICKED weapon. The HANDLE has to be attached to the TWIN OBSIDIAN BLADES of your sword, but it seems like you have MISPLACED it. Maybe you've STORED it in your CAPTCHALOGUE.

> Examine Fetch Modus.
Your VISUALIZATION MODUS is more than just WEIRD. It requires intense VISUALIZATION of the object you wish to retrieve, and sometimes you retrieve SOMETHING ELSE ALTOGETHER in the process if you get DISTRACTED. Usually you can ACCOMPLISH the retrieval with little hassle.

Hmmm. HANDLE. You SQUINT your eyes and project an IMAGE of that trusty lacquered object into your MIND... and done. You ATTACH the two BLADES to the HANDLE successfully.

> Do Something Awesome.
Leaping to your feet, you twirl your 2xBLADE above your head and do a few SLASHES into an IMAGINARY FOE. A series of INTRICATE SWORD DANCING occur, and you freeze into a DRAMATIC STANCE after the ROUTINE is accomplished. Suddenly your sight flashes RED and a RIFT opens before your very eyes...

... Oh wait. That was one of your lusus' open maw. She's hungry.

> Do Something Silly.
You attempt to FEED your LUSUS. She has three HEADS and thus three PERSONALITIES, making it very hard to deal with her, especially during FEEDING TIME. They have three DIFFERENT DIETS, and refuse to eat anything else. You reluctantly trot up the stairs of your hive, and retrieve three packs of OMINOUS-LOOKING FOOD. You toss it up at Yuan's head, but it hits Yin instead. The disgruntled BLACK head swipes you with her TAIL.

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**Tekkenfreak4** · 09-19-2011, 03:23 PM

> Be the DJ.

"That has already been done."

> Be the blueblooded DJ

"That has not been done. Ok."

You are LARVIN ELETRO, aka DJ LED. You are a 7.5 sweep, blueblooded FREELANCE DJ.

With that being said, you LOVE TECHNO MUSIC. That is why you became a DJ. Sadly, not too many trolls like this genre, thus you don't get too many CUSTOMERS. You are DESPERATE at this point, having a website to advertise your "BUSINESS." Also, at this point you have NO FANS.

Also, you are a GAMER. You mainly play MUSIC games like Troll DJ Hero. You also play RACING games like Troll WipEout. You have tried SHOOTING games, like Tralo, but your greenblood friend always KICKS YOUR ASS.

On the note of FRIENDSHIP, you are actually quite FRIENDLY. You also give RESPECT to anyone, no matter bloodcolor. EXCEPT ANONBLOODS. You hate anonbloods, because they ARE HIDING THEIR BLOOD, which you think is a form of COWARDICE, though it really isn't.

You tend to get ANGRY when you feel THREATENED, whether you really are or not. If you are being THREATENED, you can get out your SNAKESWORD and CUT THEM DOWN TO SIZE.

Speaking of your weapon, your greenblooded friend, Varnak, made you it. He said it was based off a weapon in a video game... TROLL CALIBUR. Ever since you heard of the game, you are now into FIGHTING games.

You live in a STUDIO HIVESTEM, which is ODD for a blueblood. You chose to live there because you have no need for the EXTRA SPACE that comes with a castle or a mansion. You are what they would call a MINIMALIST.

Your LUSUS is a large CRICKET, big enough to hitch a ride on your SHOULDER. You call him CRICKETDAD, for OBVIOUS REASONS. He taught you about RESPECT to ALL TROLLS and CLEARLY explained TROLL QUADRANTS.

The modus you use is called BEATBOX. Basically, you have to BEATBOX a SONG in order to get a particular item out. The more expensive the item, the harder the song is to beatbox. You have had this modus for quite a while, so you are a PRO at BEATBOXING.

Your trolltag is vinylBeats and you
[(o)!_!(o)] spÉak in a way
that rÉfLEcts your intÉrÉst
in tÉchno music anD
your Dj namÉ. haha!
aLso, you havÉ an
oDD accÉnt.

TL;DR

((HS Sprite by Rai-CH. AB Sprite by Weeaboo. You two are awesome. Thanks!))

**Insani** · 09-20-2011, 10:58 AM

>Be the over enthusiastic paladiator wannabe

=[]hey thats pretty rude![]=

>Be the dumb broad

=[]heeeeyyy now DX[]=

Your name is Maliya Dorras (MA-LEE-YAH DOOR-RAS), and you're a kind-hearted, enthusiastic, just blueblood. You aspire to join the ranks of the PALADIATORS, the finest justice seeking organization on Alternia. You have lived for seven sweeps. You are extremely playful and naive, making it easy for you to be manipulated.

Your interests include justice related literature, roleplaying, FLARPING as your fancharacter, who is based off your ancestor, a famous Paladiator, and not anything related to courts or legislecaration. Because trials are for losers. AND LEGISLECERATORS. Who are dumb! You also enjoy assisting the mistreated trolls of Alternia. You believe in the hemospectrum, and thus that lowerbloods are less important, but you don't believe this means that highbloods should get away with murdering the under-privileged, or mistreating them. There should be respect between all!

You also don't like music. You don't know why, but you just don't like it. It just seems stupid to you. Even the official paladiator themes and such are just boring to you. It's just sounds strung together in rhythmic fashions. What's so special about it?

You tend to be overenthusiastic about PALADIATORS and justice. You are extremely cheerful and tend to annoy some of your more serious acquaintances, with your carefree attitude. You, and other PALADIATORS, believe that the UNJUST forfeit their lives as soon as they kill, and thus, it is not unjust to kill the unjust. This is defined in one of the PALADIATOR'S GUIDE TO PALADIATING'S, or as it's commonly called, the 816's, or Paladiator Code, many rules. 816 is the code of the PALADIATORS, it is the number of rules they follow. There is a rule about adding new rules: for every new rule, AN OLD RULE MUST BE SUBTRACTED. This way, the grand code of 816 is preserved.

You have a strict training schedule, and you spend a large amount of time training daily. Partly because the Paladiator guild is rather strict, and also because you believe if you work hard and become extremely strong, you'll rise through the ranks quickly, as your ancestor did. You hope to become the GRAND HAMMERATOR, someday, if possible! Although doing this requires the old GRAND HAMMERATOR to die, and it's against the rules to kill anyone unjustly, so it'd be quite a wait. You are really enthusiastic about all this Paladiator stuff!

You are an AVID FLARPER, and enjoy FLARPING as a fancharacter, inspired by your ancestor... You wield an ANCIENT WARHAMMER, wielded by your ANCESTOR, LIFECLAW LAWSMITH. It is extremely powerful, dealing explosive energy based attacks. You roleplay with some of your few friends.

You are rather tall and muscular - enhanced by your almost useless psychic power, which slightly enhances your growth. It affects small things, like fingernails and your hair, more. So you have REALLY LONG HAIR. You are also generally a bit faster and stronger than most other trolls, allowing you to use the WARHAMMER of your ancestor. Your psychic power also doubles your healing, not too good a power but your cuts heal rather quickly. You are, however, unaware that it is a psychic power and think of it as a mutation.

You live in a large, temple-like building, with fancily shaped windows and an underground dungeon, where you keep most of your stuff, and trophies from your FLARPING campaigns. You live with your lusus, who is is a large DRAGON. She tends to be rather kind but regularly trains you in SPARRING SESSIONS. She tends to encourage your JUST NATURE. You like to PLAY AND RUN AROUND WITH HER, and you have a great bond.

You wield the HAMMERKIND SPECIBUS, but only actually use large warhammers. You wield the pain bearer, the WARHAMMER of your ancestor. It is a LARGE FANCY WOODEN / METTALIC HAMMER, with a SKULL SHAPED DESIGN ON IT with GLOWING PURPLE EYES. When you hit your enemies with it, it releases a dark blue burst of energy, sending your enemies backwards. In effect, it basically causes dark blue explosions (that are colored like your blood) when it slams into things.

Your fetch modus is BUNNY, in which you much CATCH THE RABBIT, to get your item. The modus is a bit of a time waster, but fun to use! Catch the rabbit! :D

Your trolltag is justfulPaladin and you =[]type with your hammers, and the code of the pa1adiators! :D[]=

**hesperMonarch** · 09-20-2011, 12:37 PM

Your name is Galila Madahe and you are 9 Sweeps Old.

And you fucking LOVE ADVENTURE!! You don't think there is other troll in any paradox universe that adores adventure just as much as you do. You live seeking for risk and excitement, something you find only when you're immersed in the wonders of Alternia's ridiculously dangerous WILDLIFE! Well ok, maybe you're not that insane, you're uncertain if there exists any troll that has faced a mass of undead people or musclebeasts and made it out alive, so you don't think you're a coward for not wanting to go that far into the wildlife.

But that asides, you have a great passion for exotic and tropical landscapes, may them be huge mountains, large waterfalls, hidden caves or gorgeous valleys and beaches, just imagining it gets you so worked up you can't help but pack your things and go for it! Sure, you've been close to dying plenty of times because of you being a moron, but man it's so fun you nearly can't watch over yourself!

You consider yourself not exactly the girliest troll in Alternia, but you really think all that drama and gossiping and ugh, quadrants are so complicated! Though maybe there are guys like that, no idea. Quadrants confuse you, along with the sentiments regarded in general, even if your social skills are pretty much alright. You've heard of trolls with a higher blood tend to suffer from rage issues and other crap, and that scares you quite so very much, so you think that maybe if you try and spend your energy in ADVENTURES! nothing will happen.

So in general, you're pretty clueless when it comes to love and other feelings, but it just so happens that you have a rather... direct way of saying things. You dn't have a problem with saying things you think are wrong,.. or anything, really. You speak your mind, not really judging if it's out of place or not, and that has also brought you a tad of trouble.

You have nothing against Subjuggulators, but you think it's a bit silly that some people assume every Indigoblood should wear face-paint. You think religion and honks are absurd, but quite funny! Sometimes you pretend to be one of those clowns just for fun.

Something you've noticed, even so, is that your teeth are,.. absolutely flat. You have no fangs at all, and you keep wondering why. Every troll you've seen has at least 1 pair of sharp teeth, or maybe even huge, almost knife-looking teeth that must be pretty useful for hunting and eating raw meat, but your teeth are as lame and pathetic as... hell, you don't even know something that is as lame and pathetic as your teeth! You have hopes that they'll grow later or something.

Your lusus is of course always with you in your constant traveling. It's mostly thanks to him that you know how to fight the monsters that you've happened to encounter, along with surviving the ones you weren't able to defeat. He's a pretty strange sort of mountain gorilla, a class that usually leads the rest and is strong as fuck, so you're glad you weren't raised by some kind of coward featherbeast or something like that.

Your tag is contingencyAlpha and You fuckin' LOVE--- /eemphasizin'/ thee /eexciteemeent/ in your words. YE---AH!!

**Ectricark** · 09-21-2011, 07:40 AM

> Be the lowblood hunter guy.

Dae ye hae tae be sae annoyin'?

> Wait...what?

Och, fine, A'll try tae talk normally.

Okay...so...anyway. Despite your...interesting...turn of phrase, you succeed in being ALGAIR PRAEDA. You are a comfortable SEVEN AND THREE-QUARTER SWEEPS old, and PRETTY GODDAMN LOW on the hemospectrum. Despite this, you actually lead a PRETTY SUCCESSFUL LIFE, all told. You live in your LONGHALL HIVE with your beloved THESPIAFOX LUSUS. At least, you WOULD, if you weren’t a COMPLETELY HARDCORE FLARPER. You’ve adopted the role of your ancestor, RENEGADE CEANNAIR, to the point where at times you ALMOST FORGET IT’S A GAME. You’ve ABANDONED YOUR HIVE and TAKEN TO THE FOREST with your lusus, living in a SMALL HUT-LIKE DWELLING. You keep your SWEET LOOT stashed in a NEARBY CAVE, to better act as the BADASS TROLL ON THE RUN stereotype.

Despite your CHARACTER’S IRRITABLE NATURE, when not FLARPing you’re actually PRETTY CALM AND COLLECTED. You and your lusus share a sort of MUTUAL PARTNERSHIP rather than a GUARDIAN/PROTECTED relationship. He helps you HUNT and PATROL YOUR LAND, and you FEED HIM and ENGAGE IN DISCUSSIONS ON ACTING with him. He’s taught you most everything you know. You’re FAIRLY PLEASANT TO TALK TO when you’re OUT OF CHARACTER and NOT TALKING ABOUT HUNTING, two things that RARELY HAPPEN. Your FLARPing group deal with it because they’re EVEN MORE INTENSE THAN YOU about it.

You don’t have ANY OF YOUR QUADRANTS FILLED in reality, (not for lack of trying, you’re just REALLY BAD AT BEING YOURSELF) although in-character you EMPTY AND FILL THEM LIKE A SUBBJUGGLATOR AND HIS FAYGO. Speaking of which, you’ve pretty much ACCEPTED THE HEMOSPECTRUM as the law of the land, and instead of fighting it you try to STAY OUT OF THE WAY OF HIGHBLOODS.

To help yourself in this regard, you’ve developed SHARP HUNTING AND CONCEALMENT SKILLS, aided in no small part by your PASSIVE PSYCHIC ABILITY TO SENSE LIVING THINGS AROUND YOU. You’ve given it the suitably HARDCORE TITLE of your BLOOD INSTINCT. When you do need to DEFEND YOURSELF, your weapon of choice is your ANCESTOR’S LONGBOW, affectionately called MAD JACK’S BONES. It’s so RIDICULOUSLY OVERPOWERED and you LOVE IT SO. Oh, and your modus is just set to INDEX. Honestly, you DON'T GET the COMPLEX MODI PEOPLE HAVE.

When you’re on Trollian (which ISN’T INCREDIBLY OFTEN) your trolltag is fletchedShadow and you gab in a way ‘at moost anyain cood kin if they tried.

TL/DR

**MeiMei** · 09-21-2011, 01:40 PM

>Be The Swindler

Ohoh, don’tn’t bee soo quickck too judgege, dearar ladydy!

>Be The shady-looking cat.

(thanks to the darling prussianmoose for the darling sprite)

You are now VARJOE PISICA, and you’re quite the smug redblood. Not because you’re dumb enough to be against the spectrum, oh no, it’s just that you tend to push the envelope of how far a redblood should go. But you would never ever try to cross a highblood, oh no.

Doesn’t mean that you won’t risk messing with their heads with your sly wits, tricking minor favors and major caegers out of them with your ‘fortune telling’. To be honest, you can’t tell fortunes, but you can make good enough observations and minor assumptions to lead them to think otherwise. Besides, you’re quite the showman, so you can pull off the act with the more gullible trolls.

When this doesn’t work, you can usually manage to get out of danger with your true psychic power: Shadow manipulation. Well, just your shadow, and it’s not quite manipulation. At any rate, your shadow can move on it’s own, and it is quite useful and loyal, obeying most commands you give it. It can even interact with actual things to a small degree. It’s an excellent distraction, giving you plenty of time to sneak and slide away. You’re far too short and weak to be able to survive a full-on attack from any troll physically stronger than you. Of course, when you do have to fight back, you do have some nifty FINGERCLAWS that are good for sticking, stabing, and slashing. FINGERCLAWKIND. YEAH.

Your lusus is a small ALLEY CAT, and you subconsciously take after your Mom more than you let on. You’re quite aloof in social situations, you won’t show your true feelings ever, preferring to avoid those who have nothing to offer, and gravitating to those you can use and pretending to be fond of them. This doesn’t mean that you’re never truly fond of anyone, it’s more that you’re less apt to willingly admit your true emotions to others. With any luck, trolls you actually care about will catch onto the subtle hints you may drop.

In addition to this, you also have rather cat-like agility, and you can easily climb and run away from danger, squirming and twisting your body without taking too much damage to a degree. You’re also quite small, standing at 5 feet exactly, but you are quite thin and lanky besides. Your voice is quite deep for your size, amusingly.

You’re interested in card games and showy displays when you’re trying to swindle people, and you can be quite the ham when you truly want to. However, besides this, you have a real soft spot for shiny, glossy things, like your polyester jacket and magazine pages... Oh goodness do you love to touch magazines so smooth and they smell so nice and shiny and pretty and OH MAN DO YOU LOVE THESE THINGS, YEAH!!!!--- Ahem.

You have a trollian, like pretty much every other troll. Yours is connivingFacilitator, and yourur wordsds arere alwaysys followeded byy aa smalll shadowow.

In a game of Sgrub, you'd be the Heir of Shade in the Land of Sidewalks and Smog

**PrussianMoose** · 09-21-2011, 07:00 PM

>Be the leader of the greatest laughing stock to call itself a crime syndicate.

~Mwahahaha~Excuse me?! I think you mean the most incredibly skilled group of criminals Alternia has ever seen!!~hahahaha~
~Mwahahaha~ Currently accepting new applicants!! ~hahahaha~

>Be exactly what I said last time.

~Mwahahaha~ COMPLETELY UNCALLED FOR YOU JACKASS OF AN AUTHOR!! ~hahahaha~

Your name is COGITO MALUME and you are an EVIL MASTERMIND the likes of which ALTERNIA has never before seen!

Or

At least that's what you tell yourself, in reality you're a young up and coming SUPER VILLAINESS who's just recently started her very own LEAGUE OF EVIL. You don't have an official name for the group yet, but you're pretty sure it's not any of the idea's you've come up with already.* You're really excited to start doing REAL EVIL in this, arguably, competitive field of work.

Your TALENTS lie in your ability to get people to do what you want, which is EXACTLY WHY you chose to start your own syndicate from the ground up! Your LUSUS certainly makes sure your current place of residence is large and well hidden enough to HOST such an ENDEAVOR, your lusus being SOME KIND OF GIANT MEERKAT. She's constantly carving out new tunnels and caverns in the ground, and her SECRETIONS solidify, fortifying the walls and preventing cave ins of any kind! Sandwormama doesn't eat trolls, thank goodness, so you can have an entire LEAGUE of allies over to plot EVIL DEEDS at any time of the night!

Besides your love of DOING EVIL THINGS you also enjoy the THEATER. In fact you find THEATRICS to be the best part of being a SUPER VILLIANESS! You just love the idea of PUTTING ON A SHOW for the spectators, and when you're in full VILLAIN MODE you tend to OVER ACT whatever you do. This leads to many antics, several of them EMBARRASSING. But you don't care! You're to busy being EVIL to care what all the other trolls out there think!

You also DEEPLY ENJOY wearing DISGUISES. In fact you feel that you're practically undetectable when IN DISGUISE. You're proud of your repertoire of costumes and you hope, someday, to have an excuse to USE THEM ALL. Sadly you only have to go UNDERCOVER every once in a while, so that dream will probably never become a reality. That's just HOW EXTENSIVE your COSTUME CLOSET is.

One thing you DISLIKE GREATLY is HEROES, not that there are actually that many of those running around.

You don't play GAMES often, but if you did you would be the THANE OF NIGHT in the Land of Lightning and Streams.
You're 8.5 Sweeps old.
Your Fetch Modus is the Voice of Command Modus, in which you must convince your modus to give you what you want.
You fight with the the KatarKind
Your blood color is INDIGO

Your Troll tag is disguisedCharmer and you speak ~Mwahahaha~ Before and after your patented evil laugh!! ~hahahaha~

*Such as The League Of Incredibly Evil Trolls Who Like To Do Bad Things or The Ruffian Troll Corporation, naming is not your strong suit.

**Dudemaster47** · 09-21-2011, 11:24 PM

SPEAKING OF HEROES...

>Be the wind waker, it's you.

UHHHHHH
I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND THE REFERENCE HERE

>Be the dunce who dresses like the hero from The Legend of Troll Zelda.

I DON'T REALLY GET IT
IS THERE LIKE
I DUNNO
SOME SORT OF JOKE HERE

>...God dammit, just be the forest-dwelling fairy lover.

OH OKAY THAT'S ME

You are TROLL LINK KEREIG DINGAM and you are a WEAPONS ENTHUSIAST.

But that's a bit too much into you, so let's start with the basics.

You are something of a PRODIGY when it comes to the ART OF SWORDSTROLLSHIP. Despite your age of 6 sweeps, you are already a SWORDMASTER and run a business out of your hive teaching the WAY OF THE SWORD to make ends meet. While you have few students, it is because you rely solely on WORD OF MOUTH, and also because YOU LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST.

You know, so that only the most dedicated pupils come and whatnot.

Your teaching style is based around the scrolls you found one day, scrolls teaching techniques of swordplay that were passed down to you by your ancestor. You name your style the SWIFTBLADE SWORD AND SHIELD STYLE after him. You are apparently a good teacher as well, although none of your friends have and sort of clue as to how.

Anyway, you generally use what surplus money left over to buy WEAPONS OF ALL KINDS, SHAPES, AND SIZES. While your specialty is the sword, YOU ARE QUITE COMPETENT AT USING ANYTHING. Boomerangs, bows and arrows, flails, swords, shields, staffs and rods, grappling hooks and grappling hook guns, hammers, gauntlets, weaponized special stardust, you name it. Name a weapon, and you can probably start listing off its uses in battle, specific strategies, exactly how to use it, and he'll probably start listing every important user of it as well.

Unfortunately, while your teaching skills and knowledge in all things weapons and combat are SUPERB, you aren't exactly good at much else. You are somewhat overly talkative, loud, and you have a habit of coming off as STUPID.

This is mainly because you were not schoolfed completely, abandoning it early on in favor of the sword. Thus, you have a LARGE LACK OF GENERAL KNOWLEDGE THAT MOST TROLLS HAVE. You are also kind of stupid, though.

Despite your combat ability, you are also EASILY INTIMIDATED. You will generally do what another troll asks of you regardless of status or blood color unless it involves harming yourself or your friends. You AREN'T EXACTLY SURE why this is the case, BECAUSE YOU COULD PROBABLY BEAT MOST TROLLS IN A STRAIGHT FIGHT WITH EASE. You guess you're just not an AGGRESSIVE SORT OF TROLL.

In fact, you are even a HUGE FAN of PUPA PAN. It's your favorite storybook, and taught you to believe in fairies. You totally believe that one day a fairy will rush in through your window and wake you up from a particularly bad, yet strangely prophetic dream so that you and she can go on a HUGE ADVENTURE TOGETHER and maybe even RESCUE A PRINCESS OR SOMETHING. You even styled your outfit after Pupa Pan's.

You have no idea that there is a video game series featuring a hero wearing the same outfit who is STRANGELY SIMILAR TO YOU. The humor in this is because the game was loosely based on the HEROIC EXPLOITS of a fictional descendant of your ancestor, CAPTAIN SWIFTBLADE of the ALTERNIAN KNIGHTS. It's also humorous because you are completely different from this character in many ways despite being almost exactly like him, such as lacking a hat or the handsome good looks.

And you talk waaay too much.

Your lusus is a LARGE APEBEAST, otherwise known as a GORILLA. You call him GUERRILLA, because you think that naming him after a type of warfare that sounds like his name is A PRETTY NEAT PUN.

Your modus is the EASY ACCESS MODUS. It allows you to select any three items from an "inventory" and have them available for use at any time, although you can't switch them out for a while.

Your handle is perilInstigator and...
YOU KINDA
TALK REALLY LOUD AND
WELL UH
YOU'RE ALSO A BIT OBNOXIOUS AND KIND OF NERVOUS

If you and your four friends were to play a CERTAIN GAME, you would clearly be the HERO OF TIME in the LAND OF MASKS AND CLOCKS.

(Legend of Zelda references aboooound with this guy, as is the joke)

**Technolyzé Calliope** · 09-22-2011, 01:54 PM

Re-make Amelai's profile.

>Be the Composer of Ensemble

Done.

> Enter name.

Your name is AMELAI EUTERP. As was previously unmentioned, your final WRIGGLING DAY is coming up, and after which you will join the fleet and do whatever you're assigned to do. It is barely significant in the face of getting one step closer to MORE POWER and finding who the fuck you came from, to which you have yet to find out. Besides, only wrigglings lament their faults with wriggling day. Others look to moirails for pity, you cut off heads. You are stereotypically geeky – your hive is decorated with professional wrestling and figure collectibles – living in near poverty and accompanied by your prototyped lusus. You appear to have interest in free wrestling and pro wrestling icons (like the DESTROYMAN ERUPTIONER), as well as a culler driven animated television series called THE ERUPTING TOUCHDOWN; your hive is filled with such mentioned merchandise.

While you display crude, punkish and immature behavior, and are especially cruel toward the male trolls you fight time to time, you display normal and decent behavior whenever you aren't on the job. You are relatively calm about fighting weak trolls, but fighting females makes you feel uncomfortable.

You are capable of being touched mildly by others' emotional and personal experiences, seeing that you didn't seem entirely settled after culling one IGNORANT YET CLASSY DOUCHE, whose matesprit was estranged from him.

You yourself are not without morals; you have a certain amount of honor and respect for trolls you believe to be "True Warriors", as you try to spare anyone you respect in some way. You are very driven to prove yourself, and are known to be highly intelligent and a quick learner, and can be surprisingly witty and even poetic. You take your relationships very seriously as well.

Equally related for some reason, and equally unrelated to that topic, are your INTERESTS. You have a talent for being an WANNABE ASSASSIN WHO IS ALSO A MUSICIAN. Unfortunately you're not yet a MUSICAL ASSASSIN, but are close enough and cannot cull trolls with the power of your music alone. So what are going to do? Why, have a musical instrument that doubles as a deadly weapon of course. A step up from SENSELESS VIOLINS, with no danger of your weapon being discovered if anyone opens your case. But other times, there come times when a pea shooter just isn't big enough for the job. However transporting heavier firepower in a manner that doesn't attract the attention of trolls or their lusii can be a problem. Enter the musical instrument case. The wide range of shapes and sizes of musical instruments means you can readily find a case for transporting any weapon you might want to conceal. Of course, who needs guns when you can lay waste to your enemies with a carefully-calculated concerto? Techniques start out at BROWN NOTES and only get more ridiculous from there with your talent. These assassins are especially popular in OLD MARTIAL ARTS FILMS YOU SO LOVE.

You, despite being stereotypically geeky, are a very formidable fighter, having learned how to wield a GUITARGUNKIND from correspondence video tapes, and are able to grapple from your own former training to being inspired and mimicking certain moves by seeing various wrestling tapes. Your preferred weapons are GUITARGUNKIND

And why stop at CAREER KILLERS? YOUR AND YOUR VIDEO GAMES, for one, are rather fond of improbable music-powered weaponry. Yes, for some reason, music is the most capable form of creative expression when it comes to combat. Your battles often take the form of a ROCK CONCERT or MUSIC VIDEO, hilariously. That in itself helps to explain why it's almost always music that helps you a lot. It'd take a very imaginative and capable composer to fight with the power of Symbolism, also known as Modern Expressionism. In which you are.

You should really be EMBARRASSED for liking this DREADFUL CAREER, but for some reason you are not. When you mature, you aspire to join the ranks of the most refined and edgy members of your society who have done works of wonderful art, but don't really help in the way of combat. You like to practice with your REVOLVING GUITAR GUN, THE FINALENIRVANA, but just wind up looking like a wriggler.

Currently, your Trolltag is balefulComposer and you speak In an //IllUStratIvely tIdy way not uncommon In carefUlly-calcUlated concertoS.

**Syvar** · 09-22-2011, 06:00 PM

> Be the needle-horned prick

Naw man, that ain't me, my horns are perfekektly normal!

> Be the beetle-y prick.

Fukek it, keklose enough.

Your name is DYANAS LUCANI. You are 8 sweeps old, a blueblood, and you really hate crayons.

You're a pretty chill dude. raging highblood who thinks intimidation is the key to survival. You even killed one of your best friends. There are few some MANY things that irritate you, namely anonbloods and insolent lowbloods who want to prance all over the hemospectrum. If they stay in line they're fine. A little respect is all you're asking for. If they respect the system, you're fine with them. You are very careful not to don't really care if you insult Highbloods, for fear that they might use the power that is their birthright and even if they'll cull you. Or rather, try to cull you. You would probably put up a fight, rather than just let yourself die. Who the hell would just let themselves die because of a hierarchy?

You're really into stories, told through any medium. You could sit around and read a book for hours on end, love movies, and only really play videogames with a good backstory. Adventure books are your favorite stories of them all. You're a huge freaking softy and can't handle sad endings though. They make you cry. Wuss. On top of that you like to read other books to. You try to learns as much about everything as you can. You've read books on biology, webpages about astronomy, articles about physics, psychological studies, and so much more. Your thinkpan is like a sponge, doesn't really get anything done, but absorbs quite a bit. becoming a little twisted, and you're not as friendly as you were before.

You live at the base of a mountain, nestled in a forest. It's a castle of a hive that is absolutely loaded with suits of armor. Not surprising for one of your blood. Not to mention the fact that your Lusus is armored himself. He's a giant stag beetle. Beetledad you call him. He eats nothing but slightly rotten vegetation and sweets. You like to spar with him, often wrestling to decide the victor of silly little conflicts such as who gets the last of the dessert and whatnot.

Speaking of fighting, you use the ArmorKind strife specibus. It hurts quite a bit more to get kicked in the face with steel greaves, and it hurts a lot less when a piece of metal is there to deflect a blade from your flesh. At the moment, you have a completed set of armor, your ancestors. It's self repairing, with minor damage taking as little as minutes, and major damage taking days or even weeks.

Remember how I said you killed your friend? Yeah, you did that over a quadrant. It's caused nothing but trouble for you, having had received multiple death threats. Someone actually followed through with one, and had you at their mercy. She let you live, but stabbed you in the eye with a crayon. Fucking crayons. That fight also gave you a pair of scars under your arms.

The only quadrant you have filled is your kismesis. Not that you haven't tried for other ones, especially a matesprite. I guess you're just easier to hate than pity. The bitch has given you more scars then anyone else has, and even severed your hand. You've got a cybernetic one now.

You use the Speedreader Modus. The name of the item you want is hidden in a page of a story, and you have to find it to get the item in question.

Your trollTag is armoredScholar and you speak with the okekaisonal keklikeking noise.

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