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**Zankas** · 08-07-2011, 02:32 PM

=> Be the unpredictable one.
ShΘΘΘsh!

Your name is KALLIS ZANKAS.

You love the sweet smell of DISCORD in the morning. Your life would be infinitely easier if you weren't a lowblood, but those are the breaks and so you ended up near the ass end of the hemospectrum; which comes with the occasional perk considering few people seem to expect the amount of MANIPULATION you're capable of from somebody quite so low on the food chain. While your lowblooded psychic abilities come in handy on occasion, they're USELESS against other trolls and you've given up trying to influence people in that way. All you're able to do is ANIMATE inanimate objects and send them off on their merry way or guide them to CHAOS.

You live in a large city ring with your RACOON LUSUS and the both of you have become adept and getting people WORKED UP with very little effort. Your LUSUS is a master thief and your home is riddled with different piles of objects you have never seen before in your entire life but still have no intent to find the owners of. You and your "Dadcoon" both share a hopeless attraction to shiny things and you find GOLD COLORS simply irresistible and have tied that particular color into your wardrobe in a somewhat half-assed kind of way. You also love FRUIT, but not to eat. No, you simply like to look at it and admire the variety of shapes, colors and smells. While you consider yourself very clean and hygienic, it looks like you haven't touched a hairbrush in sweeps. You're a fan of EXTREME ROLEPLAYING but only when the stakes are low and there's no real risk of losing involved, causing others to tag you as somewhat cowardly.

Your biggest passion however is CHAOS. Causing it, encouraging it, watching it. There's nothing better than a few words whispered into the right auditory canals, or animating something to take off at an inopportune moment that throws everybody out of balance so you can sit back and watch those other trolls do acrobatic fucking pirouettes off their handles. For this reason you find it difficult to engage in that troll disease called friendship because you can't fight the TEMPTATION to wreak some HAVOC on all those other horned ninnies. All of them. Your penchant for CHAOS extends into a true dislike for ORDER and you will go out of your way to secretively sabotage whatever is necessary to make sure such order never comes to be, even to the extent that should those plans involve you in a beneficial way, they simply must go. You try to resist in those occasions but addiction is a powerful thing. Still, you would like nothing better than to forge a long lasting moirallegiance with another troll although somehow you only ever end up in the ashen quadrant of things - and not as an auspisticizer.

Socially, you tend to be rather INDECISIVE and find it easier to be a follower than a leader, tending to stay in the background and knock around with your captchalogues and sylladex to find a way to make it all even more CHAOTIC... just not to you. Even though they've been there for all of your life and you imagine you'd be used to it by now, you somehow manage to get your HORNS in the way of everything; getting caught in doors, tangled in decorations, knocking things off shelves and making an otherwise clumsy-looking nuisance of yourself. Due to your habit of knocking into things though, you're an amazing catch and are generally able to save whatever it is you knocked over before it hits the floor. Unfortunately, unless its your stuff, you tend not to care if it breaks or not.

Your trolltag is discordantIndulgence and you talk in a manner That rΣplacΣs sΘmΣ Θf yΘur vΘwΣls with symbΘls instΣad.

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**aceFresca** · 08-07-2011, 07:04 PM

> Be the discarded and utterly miserable troll with an impossibly difficult and irritating history.

Fine, asshole. You didn't have to be so blunt about it. So who is this guy exactly?

Wait, THIS piece of shit? Nevermind, you're right. This guy is ridiculous.

Your name is RONDAS SADNOR. Probably. Apparently you died but had a twin and you guys mixed and then separated and- oh fuck who cares. It's rather troublesome to explain.

So you completely dropped off the face of Alternia for Jegus knows how long, not that anyone cared. Sure you had some friends but that was a while ago. You're rugged now. Your general disposition is indifferent. So much has happened to your and your mauled body that you have little sense of caring anymore. You only have one functioning eye and it's on its way out, and you have no powers to remedy or negate this disability. You'll be a notch down in a world that you're already a notch down in. Fantastic.

Your color is faded. Your blood used to be oh so vibrantly uncanon.. now it's dark and pitiful. Your skin and horn are whitening, almost like life and color were sucked out of your body. You have an almost permanant scowl, only lifted for the most upbringing moments. You reckon this life is terrible and an atrocity, but not completely worthless. There's probably some hope somewhere, who knows?

Despite your old tag being some shit like docileruffian or gentlemiscreant, your new tag is more fitting; disgruntledVeteran. You talk in a rather monotonous tone. there's nothing left for you. BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN YOU GET EXCITED but it stops as abruptly as it begins.

**Cevaztyen** · 08-08-2011, 12:20 AM

Copy and paste the female armless fighter!

You are ACROTA PORTIS, and the most obvious thing people can see about you is that you have NO ARMS. Not even little stumps! They were cut clean off long ago in an accident you would rather not talk about. The lack of arms has made it more difficult to fulfill your DREAM of joining ALTERNIA'S FLEET. In addition, it has made you develop somewhat of an INFERIORITY COMPLEX which makes you compensate for your lack of arms with EXTREME TRAINING. This has resulted in you being VERY STRONG, and also very DEXTEROUS in the use of your remaining BODY PARTS.

Originally, you wanted to be skilled with the ART OF SWORDSMANSHIP, but lacking arms with which to hold them put a stop to that. After the accident, you moved on to attempt using HEADBUTTS, but your LONG HAIR which you will not cut for some reason put a stop to that. You finally settled on fighting by using your KICKS, resulting in you obtaining great lower body strength, as well as GREAT LEGS. Turns out you are A LOT BETTER AT KICKING than you are at using SWORDS.

In the EIGHT AND A HALF SWEEPS you've been alive, you've obtained a number of INTERESTS. For one, your STRENGTH and DESIRE TO JOIN THE FLEET have led you to obtain a love of FIGHTING. In addition, you also have a passion for FLARP, though you would have gotten an interest in it even if you did not have STRENGTH. You also have a bit of a love for ADVENTURE, though it is not as obvious. You are hoping to visit far off exciting PLANETS once drafted, though you're willing to settle for just KILLING THINGS.

In this valley you live in a hive that has been DUG INTO A CLIFF WALL. It is reachable only by FLYING, BEING FLUNG INTO IT, BY TELEPORTATION, or BY USING THE LADDER. You yourself take the TELEPORT option since it is the psychic ability you have due to being an ORANGE LOWBLOOD. It is very convenient for one with no arms, and makes you much stronger in battle, but you do not yet know the full extent of your teleports. Anyways, you live in your hive with your LIZARD LUSUS who is named LIZ. Her type of species have TREMENDOUS REGENERATIVE ABILITIES IN THEIR LIMBS, which is sort of like a cosmic insult at you since Liz loses her arms a lot.

You yourself could be described as quite the OPTIMIST. Everything'll turn out alright eventually, after all. In addition, you're quite CHEERFUL, and tend to be as HELPFUL as possible, though this may stem from your INFERIORITY COMPLEX. Though you can also be described as quite DERPY, which leads you to be quite NAIVE about things. You greatly dislike being called an IDIOT, but this is something you can DEAL WITH. You also love HONEY, but hate BEEEEEESSSS. Often you are OBLIVIOUS TO LOVE, and hardly ever note when someone has red or black feelings for you. You do make FRIENDS due to that DISEASE, though you treasure them greatly and are devastated if they die. If you don't know, care, or hate a troll, though, then oh well, death is death, though there still remains the fact that you on occasion get emotionally attached to others pretty quickly. Lastly, you prefer FACE TO FACE COMMUNICATION as opposed to using TROLLIAN. This stems from you being NOT AT ALL TECH SAVVY and have trouble using computers, so you rarely use them.

Your fetch modus is the Hand Modus, where you reach into your sylladex to retrieve stuff. You have not used it in years and still have spoiled milk in it. Your trolltag is armlessFighter, and the fact that you do not have a quirk and type with pretty good spelling and punctuation is quite the quirk since you have NO ARMS.

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**potatato** · 08-08-2011, 09:05 PM

>Be the deep one

You swear you are just a sea dweller, nothing more.

Your name is WHATEL INSMOU. Your most defining feature is probably FREAKISH SIZE, and being BALD. No one knows what happened to you during your time in the WRIGGLING CAVERNS though you only remember your pupa being SUBMERGED IN WATER. During your time during the trials you were incredibly shifty and nervous of many sounds to your SENSITIVE EARS, like a fish while some ASSHOLE KEEPS TAPPING ON THE GLASS. When you were near finished with them you fell, far far down into the water. When you were luckily rescued by a prowling GIGANTIC TROLLOID FISH MONSTER who would go on to become your custodian.

Once finally leaving the caverns you had the construction drones build you the most NONSENSICAL FUCKING HIVE EVER you tried to have them make parallel lines that met at first but that failed so you still somehow made them make spheres that were squares, one could call these geometries ALIEN. Though in your head they made PERFECT SENSE, not to mention that the odd space warping things helped fit your lusus in there.

Though being incredibly tall and matured yet still not very matured you are 6 SOLAR SWEEPS. And as one expects, you have many INTERESTS. Such as your love for HORROR LITERATURE, and DEEP AQUATIC HUNTING with your lusus. Because of both of these you happen to know a lot about many of alternia's monsters. Another one of your interests is ARCHITECTURE you constantly design hives though YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT IT to most others because of your ALIEN perception of geometry. Though despite all of these supposedly hardcore and TOUGH interests you are actually pretty easy to FRIGHTEN. Loud noises tend to do that well, especially when it's as if SOME ASSHOLE IS TAPPING ON THE GLASS. That sound is incredibly making you even more jumpy yet your custodian always is trying to scare it out of you, TO NO FUCKING AVAIL.

You are constantly afraid of other trolls being INTIMIDATED BY YOUR SIZE though many are just AMAZED and think of you as STRONG due to it. You don't like this and would rather be thought of as JUST ANOTHER SHORT 6-SWEEP OLD. You often hate those feelings because you know they make no sense in society but it does, it is hard. Your symbol for some reason is a TREE but some people INSIST it's a STAR, this causes many arguments among other trolls. You are often though thought of as a weirdo because of your greater interest in architecture than warfare. For this reason you often try to find something wrong with the empire while many of your patriotic cohorts tell prove you wrong leading to a DAMN! moment. You have no problems with the hemospectrum, you like to think of it as a pyramid of meaningfulness though you often HOLD YOUR TOUNGUE from statements like that in front of low-bloods themselves because of their PSYCHIC POWERS and you not wanting your ASS HANDED TO YOU.

Your strife specibus is Scythekind and your trollTag is deepArchitect and Ia! You talk with some words from some alien tongue fhtagn!

If you were to play Sgrub you would be the Smith of Doom in the Land of Spheres and Chaos.

**Korporal Kael** · 08-09-2011, 12:16 AM

>Be the Rust Blood Mute troll.
........
>Oh Shi-
...(i can still type moron)...
>Oh.
...(no problem)...

Your name is Lukara Mykka. You are 7 solar sweeps old. You are a rust blood, and thus have been targeted for a lot of attacks. If not for your friends, especially your Morail, you would've been dead long ago. Of course, being skilled in BLADED BOLAS helps as well. You had a TERRIBLE ACCIDENT when you were younger that led to your vocal cords being surgically removed, with a few SCARS and a BROKEN HORN as a souvenir from the event. Since you (and most of your friends) live in the poverty stricken part of Alternia, most of your clothes are secondhand. A notable example is the GREEN JACKET you have tied around your neck like a cape, a gift from your UNREQUITED MATESPRIT, (and childhood friend). You still cherish it and you never take it off. For some stupid reason you wear your blood color on your shirt almost proudly, probably because your KITSUNE LUSUS strongly suggests it. Your swear your lusus was hit on the head too many times a long time ago because along with that stupid decision, it also led you to build your hive NEAR THE SEA. Luckily, since you and your friends live in a poverty stricken area, your two humbled SEA DWELLER FRIENDS are noticabley less violent and almost make the area you live in SAFER. Almost. Ah well, whatever makes your lusus happy, you suppose. Your interests are very limited as well as strange, and they are mostly ALTERNIAN TRADITIONAL POETRY(not slam), WRITING, and on occasion you hunt with your lusus.
Your trolltag is taciturnWordsmith and you ...(type with a reserved and calm attitude)...

You are a part of TEAM OBLIVION, an SGURB session made to create a universe not for themselves, but for another failed session. You were the FOURTH PERSON in the MEDIUM out of ten.
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**PrussianMoose** · 08-09-2011, 12:17 AM

>Be the narcissistic spoiled brat.

My luthuth will have your head for sat. I hope you know i am a very important troll in thome circleth.

>Be the troll who has a reason to love himself.

ohhohohohoYou are funny. I have a fondneth for you already.

You are now INFAMA LUXREA, you are FIVE SWEEPS OLD, a BLUE BLOOD NOBLE (#004A7F) and you enjoy nothing more than being treated like the HIGH RANK YOU ARE.

You expect it, and god help the troll who oversteps their ranks and says anything you do not approve of to you. Not because you're likely to actually hurt them, but because your IMPRESSIVE LUSUS: the ever-fearsome BEARFATHER. Thanks to the constant protection of your lusus you actually have VERY LITTLE EXPERIENCE FUNCTIONING ON YOUR OWN. It's never quite clicked in your tiny think-pan that perhaps the only reason people take orders from such a nonthreatening troll is because they are IN DANGER OF GETTING MAULED and not because of their BOUNDLESS RESPECT FOR YOU.

Aside from getting your way you also have a few hobbies which you consider quite befitting of your STATUS IN THE PUBLIC'S EYE*. You play chess, you LOVE CHESS MORE THAN HEFTY TROLLS LOVE CAKE. The thrill of being able to control any player on the board at your will DRIVES YOU SLIGHTLY MAD WITH POWER. You SAVOR the fact you can simply move any piece on the board to it's death and it will listen to you blindly, you're PRETTY NARCISSISTIC LIKE THAT. You're actually pretty good at chess too, though your complete snobbishness drives everyone who would play with you away, because of this YOU OFTEN FIND YOURSELF ALONE.

You're pretty decent at all strategy games, though CHESS is your number one favorite.

You HATE BEING ALONE. It is one of your GREATEST FEARS IN ALL OF ALTERNIA. If you're left alone for too long you begin to get depressed, often times this results in UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING. Even if you're in a public place and you find yourself alone in the crowd you will begin to cry. You have always been this way, and you doubt you will ever change.

When you're not PLAYING CHESS or SOBBING LIKE A BITCH you enjoy COMPETING IN GAMES OF SPORT. You're not very strong so you kind of SUCK AT ALL OF THEM, but that doesn't mean it's not fitting of a highblood to play a few rounds of SHOOT THE TINY BALL INTO THE TINY HOOPS VIA AN EXTENDED MALLET every so often. At least during these sports you get to mingle with the other highbloods (who coincidentally consider you INSUFFERABLE).

Your hive is a rather UNASSUMING. It's a simple blocky structure IN THE SIDE OF A HILL; though if anyone who has no possibility of seeing your hive ASKS about it you tell them that it's a GRAND CASTLE IN THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN. You simply must be better than the lowbloods in every way, and much to your dismay your hive does not cut it in that aspect.

If you were ever to play A MYSTERIOUS GAME you would be the HEIR OF VOID in the LAND OF STRINGS AND NIGHT.
Your weapon kind is MIRRORKIND, a tool in which you use to bludgeon your foes and to admire your well maintained quaff.
You use the STRATEGY GAME MODUS, in which you have to beat your modus at a randomly selected strategy game. Needless to say it TAKES A GOOD LONG TIME before you can get anything out of your sylladex.
Your troll tag is justifiedImpudence and you Tend to thwitch out your th thoundth wiss your ss's.**

*Spoiler: You hold NO status in the public's eye whatsoever.
**You tend to switch out your S sounds with your TH's.

**Korporal Kael** · 08-09-2011, 10:34 AM

>Be the fancy-pancy sea dweller with a stupid British accent.
[ | Now I say, my good chap, that was quite unnecessary.
>Ok, fine, be the fine gentlemen of noble upbringing.
[ | Bolly good.

Your name is NIVLEM ZOTERI. You are QUITE THE GENTLEMEN to the ladies, which allows you to easily fill in your redrom quadrants. With your blackrom, its more of an issue, but there's probably a jealous male with a grudge against sea dwellers somewhere out there. You hope. You are always dressed in the FINEST CLOTHES, which is really not that great compared to other sea dwellers, but this is one of the poorest areas of Alternia. As such, you also have a variety of RESPECTABLE INTERESTS THAT ANY GENTLEMAN SHOULD HAVE. Mostly. You have one peculiar interest, and that is inventing. You hope to invent the ABSCONE as a giant flying scone used for transport. You never leave the house without your TRUSTY PIPE, which also doubles as a smoke grenade of sorts. You can control the smoke to some extent due to a WIERD GENETIC MUTATION that also created the mark on your hair. You weild the CANEKIND and the TOPHATKIND specibi, as a good gentleman must always be prepared. These weapons are mostly useless by itself, but there's no special game that allows you to upgrade them, so who cares? If a game did exist.... But you digress. Although you are a seadweller, your hive is located on an island, where you practice your gentlemanly interests. You live there while your SHARK LUSUS goes out to hunt for food. You don't know your lusus very well as he is out to sea most of the time, but you assume that he is busy wooing the other lusii like a true gentleman. It is because of your lusus absence that you never were violent like most sea dwellers and the thing that kept you company before you had friends was a "Guidebook on How to be a Gentleman".
Your troll tag is absconeResponsibly and [ | You precede every sentence with what looks like a top hat.
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**Korporal Kael** · 08-09-2011, 12:40 PM

>Be the pyro cultist
8-X > If you xay xo.
>What, no rejections?
8-X > Nah.

Your name is Melkir Karuto. You belong to a strange cult foretelling the end of the world by fire and brimstone. As such you wear a few of their clothes, the mask is the bottom half of a skull faced hood, and the mantle you wear shows your rank, which is respectable. You keep your blood color a secret, although the fact that you are a pyrokinesis indicates a lower color. Your interests are limited, although it mostly involves SETTING THINGS ON FIRE, MAKING SARCASTIC JOKES and the occasional SLAM POETRY session. Your lusus died a long time ago, and for a long part of your life you were alone, until the cult took you in, of course. Having a cult of "brothers" can provide you with temporary lusii, although you still are in danger almost every day. You work best with indigo-bloods, as you respect them most favorably, but you have a strong hatred of sea dwellers and your recklessness has gotten you into many near-death situations. But you do not care. The world is going to end soon, anyway, so why does it matter? DOOM is coming, and you have no intention of saving yourself whatsoever. At all. Well, maybe.
Altough you are a pyrokinesis, there is a catch. The more you use your abilities, the more you start to burn your insides. As such you use your powers sparingly, although you wish someone had told you that before your pupils went missing.
Your trolltag is cataclysmicHeralder and you 8-X > Foretell the end of the world with a xkull, and your xpeech ix a little mmuffled from under your mmaxk.
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**Wycca** · 08-09-2011, 08:11 PM

>Be the troll with ears.

Their not real ears you know.

>Be the woofbeast obsessed troll

Close enough.

Your name is Arrnek Cassull and you are 7 sweeps old. As already stated you love woofbeasts almost to the point of obsession.

You are a higherclass blueblooded troll and as such you possess no psychic abilities but do have a violent streak to make up for it. You enjoy fighting and seeing blood especially your own. There's just something about that dark blue color...

Your interests include fighting, exploring, testing your limits, the occasional video game, and watching the pack of wild woofbeasts that live just outside your hive. Much to the dislike of your luscus, a very large hoofbeast you call Cesar. Yes you are one of the few female trolls with a male luscus. He's stubborn and likes to chase you around when he gets mad but you love him anyway, but how you envy those trolls that were lucky enough to be chosen by such a noble creature as a woofbeast. You wear your woofbeast ear headband as a tribute to your favorite animal. Not to mention it's good at keeping most of your mass of hair out of your face.

Soon after you came out of the brooding caverns the shorter of your horns began to grow into the side of the larger. The pain from this became so bad after a time that you purposely hammered a hole into your horn in order to relieve it. Now the smaller one grows through the crack. Some think it's odd but you think it's cool even if it does make them both fragile.

Your strife syllabex is set to pistolkind. You currently have two pistols in your deck one silver the other black, while your fetch modus is set to seek and find. A image of the item is placed in a picture and you have to find it to retrieve the item. The more important the item the smaller and harder to find it becomes.

Your trolltag is midnightWolfbeast and you use wolf puns whenever pawsible.

((I know she's not very fleshed out. She's still a bit of a work in progress at the moment))

**Naevius** · 08-09-2011, 08:24 PM

>Be the hater

Your name is GRIMITH IKSARIOS, and you had the distinct "pleasure" of being the prisoner of the greatest psychic in the galaxy, possibly in Alternia's history. Right now you are NINE SWEEPS OLD, but a few sweeps ago you started getting involved in political activity. You never really had any defined political beliefs, but you had your compassion--your completely UNTROLL-LIKE COMPASSION--that made you realize just how incredibly fucked up the Empire was. So you devoted your time, energy, fighting skill to resisting the Empire in any way.

Sometimes you wonder if it was all futile, and that you were destined--doomed--to fall into the Empire's hands. They didn't kill you though. You kind of WISH THEY HAD. It was more merciful than what you were put through.

You were shipped off to a state-of-the-art prison facility, that really looked more like a happy little village than anything else. Guard detail was LOW and kept out of the way. When you first were brought in you thought it was absolute madness. What you didn't know, what you never could have expected, was that the even the small guard detail was probably unnecessary. The real method of control was the WARDEN HIMSELF.

You can't not remember his name--it still sickens you to this day how everyone called him "OUR FRIEND, JULIUS." You also know that he was a GOD DAMN BLUE BLOOD WITH PSYCHIC POWERS. Not just any psychic powers, but REALLY UNIQUE AND IMPRESSIVE ONES. When you're angry (which is often) you like to think sometimes that he was someones bullshit Mary Sue who somehow made it into reality. What the Warden could do, though, was two things. The first was easiest, only took a minute. He could UTTERLY DESTROY ANY RELATIONSHIPS a troll had with someone. You had a MATESPRIT AND A MOIRAIL before you went to that prison. A minute after the Warden noticed you had arrived, EVERY SINGLE EMOTION ASSOCIATED with those two people you cared more about than life itself was DESTROYED. You still had the MEMORIES, but they were like looking at pictures of someone else's life: they held NO EMOTIONAL SIGNIFICANCE ANYMORE. There was NOTHING YOU COULD DO ABOUT IT. "Snip snip," as the Warden would say, and all your ties to your past life were gone. No friends, no moirail, no matesprit.

That wasn't just it, though. He could also BUILD UP RELATIONSHIPS TO OTHER PEOPLE. That was the secret of why the prison seemed more like a happy little village than the cage it was. The Warden built up the relationships of each prisoner to those around them, to the guards, and especially to the Warden himself. From there, OUR FRIEND JULIUS slowly managed to associate more abstract concepts like the Empire with the positive emotions for the Warden and the guards. After all, if OUR FRIEND JULIUS liked the Empire, it couldn't be so bad, right? It was an INDOCTRINATION CAMP, the most darkly brilliant you've ever seen, could ever even conceive. Everyone was hunky-dory and happy with each other, and were eventually going to become part of the very thing they once fought: The Empire.

You swore you wouldn't become one of them. The trick with the Warden's powers, though, was that for the second part he needed something to start off from, to build from. It was like building a house: one could demolish it just fine, but to build anew one needed at least some support to start from. You had to at least have a FEW POSITIVE THOUGHTS about the Warden or someone else, no matter how slight, for him to make that into a friendship or maybe even moirallegiance or matespritship. So, you did the only thing you could do to keep your mind free: YOU HATED. You hated EVERY SINGLE LIVING TROLL with all of your might, subsumed all of the compassion you once felt underneath the fires of platonic hate. You had to. If you let yourself get attached to one single person OUR FRIEND JULIUS could use that. If you ever started feeling A SINGLE POSITIVE THOUGHT about someone around you, you destroyed it--sometimes you started fights with that person JUST TO MAKE THEM HATE YOU. The most loved members of the "community" you BULLIED MERCILESSLY to make everyone hate you back. You would not let yourself fall to this place. You would not. You REFUSED to lose yourself to the Warden. They could have your corpse, but they couldn't have your FREE MIND. All the while you PLOTTED HOW TO ESCAPE. Some days, the desire NOT TO LET THE WARDEN WIN was all that kept you from just KILLING YOURSELF.

OUR FRIEND JULIUS was crafty, though, and patient. He figured out what you were doing eventually, and he did something you never expected: he ENCOURAGED YOUR HATRED of him, but gave it a CALIGINOUS FLAIR. As much as it makes you feel so much shame that you feel like disemboweling yourself with your own spine to admit it, you FELL FOR IT. Platonic crossed straight into caliginous territory, and you started to think that you were playing a GRAND GAME, that it was just you against the Warden--a rivalry of the ages, two equally cunning opponents facing off. You began noticing how ATTRACTIVE he was. You started feeling like your hatred was WRITTEN IN THE STARS that you could see every night as you slept in your comfortable bed in your air-conditioned room, still full from a hot, delicious meal. Though the desire to beat him senseless never faded, the desire to destroy him started to do so. He even, at one point, either CALIGINOUSLY SEDUCED YOU or PRISON-RAPED YOU. You still aren't sure which.

You still aren't sure what made you realize what was happening. It was after the seduction, you know, but it wasn't directly caused by it. But you noticed, you suppose that's what matters, and started doing everything you could to make the hatred platonic again. When OUR FRIEND JULIUS came back for more, you rebuffed him, tried to kill him, and had to be put in solitary confinement for one week. It was cramped, dark, disgusting, and terrible--but you were PROUD. You RESISTED. You had not lost yourself to him. You were STILL FREE.

So your plots to escape continued. Eventually, you DID MANAGE TO ESCAPE. You unfortunately WEREN'T ABLE TO KILL THE WARDEN in the attempt but you got close before you had to face the choice of running or being caught again. You chose the former, obviously, and hastened back to ALTERNIA, where you now live in the MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE: a cold, frigid tundra full of dangerous beasts where few dare tread. It was the only place you could be SAFE FROM THE EMPIRE.

Nowadays, you keep your nose clean and keep OUT OF THE EMPIRE'S WAY. No more revolutionary bullshit for you. You suppose the Empire was successful in part, as it has SCARED YOU TOO MUCH TO EVEN THINK OF RESISTING AGAIN. So deep is your fear that you haven't stopped hating everyone now that you are away from prison. After all, the Empire is probably still LOOKING FOR YOU. What if you got new attachments? What if you made new friends, or reconnected with your matesprit and ended up falling in love with her all over again? OUR FRIEND JULIUS would definitely know not to cut those ties in round two, and you'd care too much to leave them behind--he'd make sure of it. You would be trapped by proxy, and all your struggle would be for naught as you slowly would be indoctrinated to the Empire.

Because of this continued devotion to HATING EVERYONE, your life has been pretty abysmal since freedom. You go about your routine, hating everyone you set your eyes on, and life is dull and grey and boring. You are, it must be admitted, SUPREMELY AND HORRIBLY LONELY. This brings you to your interests, which are connected to your PSYCHIC POWERS: not only are you an average telekinetic (no prodigy, but able to hold your own), but you can TALK TO THE DEAD so long as you are holding an object of value to them. Because of this, the dead are your only friends. You have a thing for EXPLORING OLD RUINS AND TOMBS. You never take anything, though. You just want to hold an object they treasured in life and talk to someone YOU DON'T HAVE TO HATE, someone who couldn't be taken with you back to OUR FRIEND JULIUS and used to trap you. Following from this you have a great love of HISTORY, and love to find the tombs of historical figures so you can talk to them, learn their life stories. You have SECRETLY PUBLISHED a great deal of history books filled with knowledge lost to the ages, only found thanks to your discussions with the historical figures themselves.

You used to think there might be a God, but a loving God would have strangled OUR FRIEND JULIUS the second the bastard came crawling out of the Mother Grub's puckered sphincter. No God would allow that abomination to have been born. You sometimes make fun of people for their religious beliefs now, just to make them hate you more. They have to hate you, and you have to hate them. If you don't, you'll be caught and indoctrinated.

As for the scarf, don't ask about the scarf. Turns out that OUR FRIEND JULIUS may be able to destroy feelings for people, but not for items. The scarf was GIVEN TO YOU BY YOUR OLD MOIRAIL, to keep you warm and safe. Though the moirail no longer means anything to you, the scarf still holds a GREAT DEAL OF SENTIMENTAL VALUE. Even if it looks a little silly you still wear it. It's just important to you. You don't even care why. You're just glad to have SOMETHING TO CLING TO.

Your trolltag is tenaciousTorvity and you TALK IN THE MOST OBNOXIOUS WAY POSSIBLE. It's not the same as the one from before you were taken to prison. That would make things rather easy for the Empire, wouldn't it? Besides, it's best if your old matesprit, moirail, and friends think you're dead. You're not even sure why you created a new one, as it just means more people bother you which means more people you have to hate--you may just subconsciously be so lonely you're willing to be contacted and have to hate someone just to be in contact with SOMEONE.

Your strife specibus is AXEKIND and your modus is a NOTEFOLD MODUS, which humans would call a WALLET MODUS.

**InoxFy** · 08-10-2011, 02:12 AM

>Be the self-proclaimed genius.=====>

Your name is TEKKET RETHEM.

You are a troll from what you consider an absolutely unpleasent sillicate-based geologic orbital object, ALTERNIA.

Your age is of 7.14 SOLAR SWEEPS. Your blood has a green hue, and you don't have any PSYCHIC POWERS that you know of. You are fine with that, you find having one will make things TOO EASY, and you like challenges.

You are an INTELLECTUAL individual, you enjoy expanding your knowledge on the topics of THEORETICAL PHYSICS and ASTRONOMY. You are very capable using MATHEMATICS, in fact you apply mathematics to your EVERYDAY LIFE and see every event from a mathematical viewpoint an aspire to ve a MATHEMATICIANTAGONIST in the future. Your love of mathematics is so EXTREME that you often spend entire days awake in order to solve the most PERPLEXING mathematical problems you can find, despite the fact that most of the time nobody gives a fuck about your discoveries. On your free time you enjoy matching your intellect with other individuals in a game of CHESS.

When it comes to RELATIONSHIPS you aren't exactly an expert, most of the time they are unpredictable no matter how many equations you try to formulate in order to EXPLAIN them. However, if you encounter a particularly INTELLIGENT troll, you often find yourself smitten.

Your LUSUS is a rather large FLYING ANT, well, large for an ant, it's still extraordinarily small. It's size is an inconvenience, you sometimes lose track of it, you have to be exceptionally cautious when navigating your HIVE so that you don't step on it. While we are on the subject, your hive is constructed on the side of a CLIFF suspended at least 150 METERS off the ground, you are not sure why you decided to build it there, calculating the exact angles and lengths of the support in order to make sure the weight of your hive was adequately distributed was somewhat hard. Perhaps you did it to present yourself with a CHALLENGE.

For some unspecified reason you take some sort of enjoyment in kicking stuff, it helps you relax. As such your strife specibus is allocated to SHOESKIND.
If for any reason you find yourself playing a certain reality-altering game, you will enter the Land of Heights and Skyscrapers as the Ace of Haste. Your dreamself will reside in Derse, your consorts will be crows, and your associated element will be glass. You will alchemize your shoes with a box of nails to create the Ultimate Trax.

Your trolltag is relativitySpecialist and you use the cor²ect mathematical notation 4 every set of adjacent identical let²ers. [/CENTER]

**mr_19** · 08-10-2011, 05:39 AM

I AM NOT GOOD WITH BIOS HOW DID I GET HERE?

Your name is UBLICH DOPANT, as far as you can tell you are at least 9 SWEEPS old, and the entirety of your existence had been in ISOLATION.
Your blood is INDIGO and as such you feel you should dress the role of your caste.
Your wardrobe consists of fine VESTS and an assortment of HATS.

For sweeps the only thing you knew was your WORK, which has now since become a dangerous OBSESSION with CHEMISTRY.
Thanks to your secluded location in the SWAMP you've been provided with every resource you could have needed and even the occasional unlucky troll to EXPERIMENT on.
While it is nice to get unsuspecting trolls, SCIENCE waits for no one! Your most common victim of your EXPERIMENTS have been YOURSELF!
You feel you are quite the PROFESSIONAL now.
Amongst other things WRONG with you, you obsessively re-chip your horn as it grows to remind you of a horrible encounter with the only troll to GET AWAY from you.

One of your few possessions that have not been work related is your DECK OF PLAYING CARDS.
Using them to kill time you've gained a fondness for CARD GAMES and TRICKS.
This has lead to your Modus being SLEIGHT-OF-HAND, requiring you to perform tricks to retrieve an item, and your Strife Specibus to be CARDKIND.
Your trolltag is confusedHatman and you type [|:| with an uncontrollable HATtention to HATS in a...hehehe..creepy nHATure.

Side effects of your work include memory issues, toxic blood, immunity to most poisons, and loss of all feeling!

**ES.Derp** · 08-10-2011, 07:16 PM

=> Be the silent troll.

You are now PAVANA AUDIRE. You're 7.82 sweeps old and live in a cave/shack at the bottom of a canyon. Your blood is BRIGHT GREEN and you wear an over sized sweatshirt, a tank top under that, and shorts all the time. You keep your right eye hidden because of a scar you have from a flarping session. Your symbol represents that of an owl.

You are seen as a somewhat distant troll because you are quiet most of the time. But you are the kind of troll that would talk and talk about a topic you like if given the chance. But that clashes with your shyness of other trolls. You also respect the hemospectrum, but not to a point where you will worship the ground a highblood walks on or cull a lowblood just for being a lowblood. Sure it doesn't make sense, but that is what you where raised by.

Your Interests include Flarping, which you are good at and only have been in a deadly situation once or twice. One of these times was you exploring a swamp and being attacked by an angry indgo blood with a top hat on. And not to mention your first time flarping almost killed you and the blueblood troll that lives above your hive at the top of the cliff. The other times it was the opponent that was harmed, not you. You also like reading horror books in your spare time, the kind that make you overthink and get paranoid, though it does not affect you much. You also enjoy surfing the web and reading up on different topics, most that don't relate to you in any way. You do spend a great deal of time watching videos of other trolls playing through games that you want to play but can't, due to your lack of gaming systems. Your lusus also does not like it when you spend hours on end on the computer or husktop.

Your Lusus is a Great horned owl. He stands about twice as tall as you and is very protective. But not so much as to lock you in your hive, but more like he doesn't want you to have many friends. He has been around since your ancestors time and acts as a journal of sorts, supplying you with info about your ancestor and records your own memories and thoughts. How does he do this you ask? Well he shares the same ability as you.

You and your Lusus are able to project your thoughts into someone’s mind through physical contact. This ability is very one sided though, as in you can send thoughts as a form of communication but you cannot read the mind of the person you are talking to through this method. You don’t like having people know about this way of speaking, so you use it as a last resort if you do not have anything else to write or communicate with. Since you were brought up using this method of communication, you do not like speaking with your voice. Sometimes though if you are not paying attention you do randomly speak and then you get really shy about it afterwards.

Your sylladex's fetch modus is the Speech Modus. This modus requires you to say the name of the object you are storing into your sylladex and to retrieve it also. This is a great inconvenience to you because you absolutely do not like talking, so you try to avoid using this system as much as possible.

Your strife Specibus is the polearm kind, even though your weapon of choice might not look like the traditional polearm, like a halberd and such. You use the Naginata, the same weapon as your ancestor.

Your troll tag is silentDoppelganger and you type rather fast and do not fis spelling and misspellthings offtan. dosent help one bit that your shift key and backspace key are falty. you also liek useing alot of smilely faces that consist of triangles. :>

**Weeaboo** · 08-10-2011, 10:33 PM

>Be the fire breather

I don't breathe fire! Honk~

>Be the fire juggler

Much better. Honk~

Your name is KANTIA FIRNES. You are 7 SWEEPS OLD. Your hive is located NEAR A CLIFF overlooking the ocean. Your shirt has ONE LONG SLEEVE and the other is SHORT SLEEVED. For a long time you have PAINTED YOUR FACE due to belonging to a group WHO ENJOY A PARTICULAR DRINK among other things. Your symbol is the symbol for QUADRANS MURALIS constellation.

Your lusus is a LARGE DRAGONFLY. You ride her around from place to place. When you aren't hanging with your brothers and sisters of the cult, you are usually at your hive. On the side, you enjoy juggling fires in your hands using torches. You have only burned yourself once, on your face, which is why your hair covers your left eye. Above that eye, your forehead is scarred from the experience. Along with your strange shirt, you wear a skirt to your knees and wear stockings. Sandals cover your feet and keep them from getting dirty.

Your strife specibus is TORCHKIND. You keep a torch, with a cloth end soaked in gasoline, and a box of matches handy should you have to fight. You juggle the torches around and toss them at your enemies. Most of the time, this works. Which then lets you see the miracle of burning trolls. You usually stare and do nothing else as this happens.

Your fetch modus is called the WHISTLE MODUS. You examine the back of the card, memorize the tune, and whistle it out. If you get it wrong, the card resets to a different tune and you must do the same over and over until you either give up or retrieve the item.

Your troll tag is torchFire and You type with some kinda accent or somethin and nevah forget ta honk. Honk~

**Fexxos Vyront** · 08-11-2011, 12:26 AM

> Be the cryptic Derse-dreaming Seadweller.
|W| Oh, alright, then! ≈: ) |W|

Your name is ITHESA PHISHA, and you are a seadweller.
Your interests include SWIMMING, READING, and FISHING, and you ADMIRE THE FINE ARTS. You live in a lovely underwater castle, as most of your kind does. Your lusus is a JELLYFISH, and you have become immune to her poison over the sweeps. Sometimes, when she's feeling calm, you can lay up against her and read one of your favorite books. You usually pretend she's reading with you, but that's silly.
You are an avid protector of your honeyblooded MOIRAIL. He's gotten into a little more trouble than he knows, and you've secretly arranged for it to "never happen". You can't save him from EVERYTHING, but whatever you can, you do. He's a little oblivious sometimes, but that's ok. You were also LOYALY MATESPRITED to a blueblooded troll, who came off as dumb and jerkish, but, as you have learned, if you got past that, he was truly sweet. Unfortunately, he recently was killed by a troll he pissed off. Shortly therafter, you were involved in an explosion, and received a concussion and minor amnesia, which resulted in detachment from most of your old memoried of anyone you haven't had contact with since the incident. This resulted in you falling into pity again much sooner than expected.
You use the staffKind strife specibus, which allows you to basically beat things over the head, and as you use a thin staff for most strifing, you can also do some pretty kick-ass baton tricks. Albeit with a giant baton, but still. Your Fetch Modus is based on the once-popular arcade game, Troll Frogger, which requires you to jump your item across a river on logs or through a busy street without getting hit or falling off, depending on your game mode. The more important or complex the item, the farther you have to jump the item, and the more lives you get before the item is locked down for an hour. This is ok, because you're good at that game.
You have no psychic powers, being of such high caste, but you do DREAM ON DERSE. You know ALL ABOUT the game session you are to play eventually, because of your CONTACT WITH THE HORRORTERRORS, AND KNOW PLENTY OF OTHER THINGS about your daily life. You use this gift to your advantage, and the advantage of your friends. However, lately, since you're spending more time out and about, you've begun to tone down the cryptic ramblings.
You will inevitably play a bizarre session of SGRUB which will place you as the Seer of Dreams in the Land of Stairs and Sadness.
Your trolltag is laughingParticipant, and you |W| type with a splash! ≈: D |W|

**Nyabii** · 08-11-2011, 12:32 PM

> Be the maiden-like one.
Erm..okay! If y0u 1ns1st.

Your name is FIANNA EARACH, you are 7.5 sweeps old.
You are also a SEADWELLER. Your hobbies include EXPLORING, DRAWING, DAYDREAMING, SWIMMING, TALKING TO ANIMALS and LISTENING TO TROLL MUSIC. You also SING to the animals if you can be bothered to. Your lusus is a DEER-LIKE CREATURE, whom is capable of living underwater. You are a highblood, with your blood hue coming in at 315.
You are a VERY KIND-HEARTED troll, You are nice to anyone, no matter their Blood Status. However you can sometimes get VERY ANGRY.
Most of the time, you are lonely, and wish someone would talk to you once in a while.
Your Strife Specibus is WARFANKIND (Metal fans with Really sharp edges) Your Specibus is just the same as your ancestors.
Fetch Modus is called The VINTAGE CAMERA MODUS. you turn the dial, put the vintage camera up close to your eye, and press the button at the top of it. You do this to both store something and take something out.
Your Title is the Empress of Evolution, and you live in the Land of Vintage Objects and Onyx skies.
Your Trolltag is porcelainNatura, and y0u typ3 l1k3 th1s, punctuat1ng y0ur s3nt3nc3s m0st 0f th3 t1m3.

**fuzzyPsychosis** · 08-11-2011, 05:37 PM

==> Be the dancing queen.

Oh ppftbluhpluh man that song thucks-URG-sucks choose a different one.

==> Um…be the…

BE THE SUPER AWETH-pklguh aweSOME EPIC WIN YEAH DANCER TROLL BRO DUDE.

==> Sure. Be that.

Your name is HARMYY KAHMIS,you are 6.9 sweeps old and you, well, are really REALLY freaking energetic. You are currently bouncing off the walls. Woah, listen to that, “bounce bounce bounce!”

Okay so you really aren’t bouncing off the aforementioned walls but you still are kind of fidgety. You move a lot, which yes, includes bouncing. One of your favorite ways to get rid of your boundless energy is to turn up the hard core techno and bust a move. (Which is always why you have your rave shoes on and at the ready.) You also like to bite things. In general. Just kind of, bite them. This is probably why you chew so much bubblegum. It stops you from biting things that should not be bitten. Which is, basically, everything you try to bite.

But enough of that.

Your blood is “boring ass” orange and you’re fine with that. You live in a nifty little hive in a sparse forest located near a few larger troll communities. You picked that space to live because you needed some space to run around. You and your stripe-clad dog lusus, Corolette, often flounce about the forest like complete idiots. Knocking down a few trees is pretty fun too.

And to knock down said trees you use the weapons of GUITARKIND. You don’t even know how to play guitar, but they sure are fun to beat trees with. (And your moirail when you need to “knock” him out of the depths of depression land but that’s something else. And you make sure to do it gently, you promise.)

You have some cool little psychic powers that allow you to hear what a different troll is hearing wherever they are. This helps with super happy fun times creeping. (And for making sure that your moirail isn’t getting himself in any stupid trouble with his ex-kismesis.)

When it comes to being social, you actually are pretty friendly. Now that doesn’t mean you don’t but up a good fight. (Fights are fun whoo!) You try to be cautious when first meeting a troll but you try to get as many dance/fight/do stuff buds as possible.

And you do like to do a lot of stuff. Your life is full of just doing stuff. Stuff like watching mafia movies, playing Musclebeast Crossing, doodling, reading adventure novels, having umbrella fights, trying to figure out whether you’re pale or red for your moirail, and rolling around. Yeah, you’ll do pretty much anything that you deem fun. But of course you like to dance most of all.

Whether it comes to brushing your ever-pointy teeth or trying to get your “stuff buds” to get along (it never works and has incredibly amusing outcomes) you will always do it with ALL OF THE ENERGY.

Your trolltag is fuzzyPsychosis and you when you talk You kind of have to colle-URG-correct yourself whenever you thay-pluhththbluhgah-SAY something wrong. Damn abnormally large tongue. >:ID

TL;DR

Harmyy and her moirail, Drowne

**Sigma** · 08-11-2011, 10:54 PM

==> Be the troll that nobody can trust.
Oh plea$e, you are flatter!ng me. >: )

Your name is Salzar Vetera, and you are 6 Solar Sweeps old.

You are the only of your kind who built their hive ALMOST COMPLETELY UNDERGROUND. Most of the spiraling, subterannean networks are intended for your BASILISK LUSUS, as you tend to stay in your respiteblock, the only part above ground.

In your previously mentioned respiteblock, you have a few objects indicating your PECULIAR INTERESTS. In the corner you have a pile of SWINDLED GOODS that you have collected over the solar sweeps on your many ACTS OF THIEVERY. Usually, you go UNDETECTED, but in a sticky situation, you enjoy fighting with your DAGGERKIND STRIFE SPECIBI. You are well known across Alternia for being a SLY, UNDERHANDED individual, and you would not have it any other way. Along with your collection, your floor is littered with VARIOUS GAMES you enjoy playing on your HIGH TECH GRUBTOP. Likewise, your walls are coated with EPIC POSTERS of your favorite games.

Your trolltag is sigmaMortem and you "Alway$ have the thought$ of r!che$ on your m!nd"

When you enter the medium, you will take on the role of Bard of Choice, in the Land of Walls and Dungeons. Constantly angered that you were not the one to earn the title of "Thief" as you are clearly the most deserving.

**Insani** · 08-12-2011, 03:24 AM

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Here's a troll profile expanded. She was originally a cloaking anonyblood who got killed by one of my other characters. I'm expanding her.

(Overpowered, I know. She's only getting expanded for a mega-fic i'll be making once I have enough trolls, and even so, her participation in said fic will only last a short while, a way to introduce another troll.)

((For some reason the color coding doesn't seem to work very well with her color, so it's a bit lighter in pesterchum than in her sprite)

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>Be the stealthy bitch

if y~u call me a bitch ~ne m~re time, i'll end y~ur life like i did my ~ther victims

>Be the stealthy, awesome troll?

that's much better.

Your name is, well, that's a secret. You're known by the name of 'Ghost', and you are a mass-murdering troll of an undisclosed blood color. 7.63 sweeps ago, you were given life. 3 sweeps ago, you killed your first highblood. 2.67 sweeps ago, you began your mass murdering rampage. 2.17 sweeps ago, you began your life of running and hiding.

Your interests include gardening, playing games, you even used to flarp, when you were younger, and before the authorities and bounty hunters started hunting you. You also enjoy puzzles, building things, and hunting. You love hunting. However, you don't have much time for your interests anymore. For the last 2.17 sweeps, you've been running and hiding from the various trolls that are hunting you.

You mostly kill trolls, hide in their hives for a few weeks, then move again as soon as they catch up to you. Who are they? It should be obvious by now. They are the various bounty hunters, self-proclaimed 'police', and... her. She's always much farther ahead of everyone else. And she won't give up. That bitch, that goddamn fucking bitch, that hemospectrum obsessed grubfucker. Selina, Selina Wavnar, a seadweller bounty hunter. She's hunted you ever since you started killing trolls of higher blood.

Despite the various authorities, due to well placed emergency exits and your cloaking ability, you've never been captured. Although you have had a large amount of injuries, including your left eye, which you managed to 'convince' a lowblood engineer to install on you, you've managed to avoid them. For now. You'll run as long as you can, hide as long as you can. Maybe, maybe they'll give up some day. You can only hope, but it's been several sweeps of this bullshit, so you're not sure.

As said before, you change locations every few weeks, but you place emergency exits whenever you capture a new hives via murder and occupation. You currently live in a small, rather shitty hive, belonging to a redblood that never saw it coming. Your lusus is a RATBEAST, a scavenger, much like you. Due to his lack of cloaking ability, you keep him captchalogued when you're travelling.

Your lusus has taught you much, including your survival skills, your acknowledgement that sometimes tomorrow's meal is in somebody's trash, and various other aspects that have helped your survival. You really love him, and doubt you could have survived this long without him.

Your strife specibus is macekind, and you enjoy using it. When in serious trouble, though, you tend to run away. Your fetch modus is complete bullshit, but you don't have time for it, so you just skip the bullshit and take your item.

Your trolltag is anonymousTraitor and y~ur ~'s tend t~ dissapear.

Summary

**Nightcastle** · 08-12-2011, 08:33 PM

>Be the nerdy wannabe Seadweller.
Dud<, that's not nic> at all.

>Be the Astrological Seadweller boy.
That's b<tt>r.

((AB Sprite by the lovely *Spoiled*!))

Your name is POLAIR CASTOR. You are 6.8 Solar Sweeps old, and this current age is just fine for you. You wish you would never grow up, but life must go on.

You consider yourself slightly nerdy because a few of your interests fall under nerdy topics. You have many WINDOWS because you like to LOOK OUT AT THE OCEAN and SAILING SHIPS. In the corner is your TECHNO/DUBSTEP MIXER and HUSKTOP, with which you enjoy making SICK BWOB BWOB BWOB BEATS. Under your DESK is a STACK OF BOOKS. You like to read FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION. Beside your HUSKTOP on your DESK is a PILE OF GEARS AND SCRAP METAL. You like to BUILD THINGS, like TELESCOPES to LOOK AT THE NIGHT SKY. And FIDUSPAWN is one of your major pasttimes. You have all the good cards. All of them. Your SUNGLASSES have broken because of the many HARSH SANDSTORMS that come from the DESERT you live off the coast of. You like to spend your evenings at the TROLSLUM CAFE, and You are very QUICK TO JUDGE. Not kidding. Really quick. You're also a huge SMARTASS. Your mouth has gotten you KO'd quite a few times. You don't really mind the hemospectrum. You're a seadweller, so what? You believe everyone should be treated right, regardless of blood color.

You use the ENCRYPTION MODUS to hold your BOOKS and GAMING DEVICES securely, but it's not like anyone would want them, so you don't know why you got this Modus in the mail. Your STRIFE DECK consists of the ElectroshckKind, where you keep your TAZER/STUN GUN. You hope to improve on it someday.

Your LUSUS is a VERY PROTECTIVE PHYLLOPTERYX, but you prefer to call him Seadragondad. He's always pushing you to study the seadweller race and the hemospectrum, but you think that's boring. You usually get in yelling matches about Morality and Friends, or Classical and Techno. Sometimes you hate him, but you then realize he's your Lusus, and that he only protects you because he loves you. You have a very early curfew, and you have never been to a party or gathering. Thanks, Seadragondad. And he wonders why you dont have a lot of friends.

Your HIVE is a RATHER TALL ONE, that's foundations begin near the OCEAN FLOOR, and towers up to 30 FEET ABOVE THE TOP OF THE OCEAN, where your RESPITEBLOCK is. You sometimes take the stairs to the roof and JUMP INTO THE WATER in a STYLISH MANNER.

If you had ever played Sgrub, you would be known as the SAGE OF OATH in the LAND OF STARS AND MECHANISMS. The consorts of your land are ROBE-CLAD CLOCKWORK SEA DRAGONS who enjoy FRIVOLITY.

Your TrollTag is stargazingShatter, and you Sp<ak with alt>rnating l<ss>r than/gr<at>r than symbols to symboliz< th> points of a star.

**Cliff_Racer** · 08-13-2011, 12:20 AM

>Be the spacey self insert.

hiuhi? Vvho? ...ohi me! thiat's righit! hioVv could i fforget?

You are now GLIEFF RAMONT.

You're PRETTY SURE you have an issue with remembering things. Be it not completely remembering details or just completely forgetting, you're not known for your memory. You also have a tendancy to NOT SAY MUCH, or NOTHING AT ALL. You MUMBLE quite a bit, and tend to get OVERWHELMED when doing MORE THAN THREE THINGS. Your voice remains soft most of the time, you don't like to YELL.

As a TROLL, you're pretty APPROACHABLE. You'll talk to just about ANYONE, and you are very FRIENDLY. And SYMPATHETIC. And sometimes A BIG BLOODY GIRL. You're afraid of INSECTS and NEEDLES, and to deal with fears you JUST RUN. You love the OCEAN, even though you don't get an opportunity to swim- Seadwellers like to cull lowbloods in the ocean. You don't really care about the HEMOSPECTRUM, but upon being hassled about it you will PRETEND TO CARE. You also really don't care about seeing MUTATIONS, DEFORMATIONS or MUTILATIONS of the troll body. You're good at being DEADPAN sometimes. When you get ANNOYED or MAD, you can get SARCASTIC and INTOLERANT fast.

You seem tired ALOT, and you tend to have OCCASIONAL MOOD SWINGS. Your INTRESTS probably caused these- VIDEO GAMES, ART, MUSIC and COOKING (and TROLL ANIME, but you don't like to admit it.) You have plenty of ACTION and ROLEPLAYING games, as well as various EMULATORS. You are proud of your DRAWING ability, and would LIKE to learn how to COMPOSE. You also wanna know how to COOK. Your secret like for TROLL ANIME led to you occasionally saying SILLY QUOTES. Oh, also, that lead to you strifing with DRILLS.

BLUE JEANS.

Your Trolltag is capriciousInsomniac and your text takes affter hioVv you Vvrite and enunciate.

You strife with drillKind, and you already have a hand-cranked drill.

Your fetch modus is Safety. You need to make the card 'feel' safe to get the item. This is normally easily done by HUGGING it, but sometimes you need to get CREATIVE for bigger things.

tl;dr

( Trolltag is tentative. Not really sure about it. )

**Bilvyy** · 08-13-2011, 09:25 AM

==> Be the restless artist

Your name is [COLOR="rgb(127, 59, 180)"]LYCORI MELIZA[/color]. You have been around for 9 SOLAR SWEEPS. You are PURPLE BLOODED, but you don't dwell too much on hematological statuses. You think that people should either LIKE YOU or NOT LIKE YOU, and you find it annoying when highbloods TALK DOWN to everyone. It feels RIDICULOUS to you.

You are a very ARTISTIC troll, but like most of your race, you aren't that skilled with or interested in COLOUR. When you focus on something, you can find yourself locked inside for DAYS AT A TIME without realising it. Like most trolls you do NOT LIKE THE SUN, specifically overexposure to it, but you CAN'T STAND GETTING WET either. You ENJOY THE OUTDOORS, but only when the weather is still, or HEAVILY WINDY AT WORST.

You have grown up with your HONEY BEE lusus, with many of your habits and quirks being drawn from her. Some of these include your SHORT TEMPER, your DISTASTE FOR WATER and your ZEALY ATTITUDE. You have also LEARNED FROM HER that there is no point in premature attacking and that violence should be saved as a LAST RESORT. That doesn't mean that you don't snap at people from time to time, however.

Your interests include ART, GEEKY COLLECTABLES and MAGIC, and you firmly believe - no, you know that MAGIC EXISTS. Although you are 9, you are often described as IMMATURE, and you HATE STUCK UP TROLLS. Of course, you can be SOMEWHAT MATURE when you need to be, but WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT? You find a way to incorporate your art into EVERYTHING, and tangle your interests together. Your room is filled with FIGURINES and COLLECTABLES from famous ALTERNIAN MOVIES and TV SHOWS, and have even MADE A FEW OF YOUR OWN. You also love to ROLE PLAY and often pretend to be your FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS while doing so, since you can never settle on an ORIGINAL CHARACTER OF YOUR OWN. This can sometimes ISOLATE YOU from other troll role players, but that DOESN'T BOTHER YOU.

You use the PICTIONARY fetch modus to draw your items into your captchalogue.

Your weapon is PENCILKIND, which is specifically your MAGIC PENCIL that you PLUNDERED during an extreme role playing session over two sweeps ago. This magic pencil lets you draw things that can be used as an ACTUAL ITEM. For example, if you draw a SWITCH BLADE, you can pick the switch blade UP OFF THE PAPER! Unfortunately, the DRAWINGS ARE TO SCALE and you CAN'T MAKE LIVING THINGS.

When PENCILKIND bores you, you use SHOVELKIND. Surprisingly, you are STRONG ENOUGH TO WIELD IT even though you are rather SMALL IN STATURE. The worst you can manage are a few HEAVY BRUISES and perhaps some cuts, which is probably for the best considering you HAVEN'T KILLED ANYONE BEFORE and aren't sure how you will react when you finally do.

Your trolltag is [COLOR="rgb(127, 59, 180)"]queasyIllustrator[/color] and you [COLOR="rgb(127, 59, 180)"]sometimes PIZZ PEOPLE OFF with yyour occasional buzzing[/color]

First post! Let's hope this turns out okay. I spent ALL DAY looking through these threads and it drove me mad to not have a proper fantroll like everyone else, so I just had to make this up. Took a few hours :x I probably spent way too long on it and she's kind of a self-insert anyway x_x OKAY ANYWAY ENOUGH BABBLING I am just excited and I hope I haven't screwed anything up too badly. Anyone wanting to pester me, feel free, I'm keen to start using the Pesterchum app.

==> The Short Version...

Name: Lycori Meliza
Meaning: Lycori (Twilight), Melissa (Honey Bee)
Age: 9 Solar Sweeps/18-19 Earth Years
Blood Hue: 274
Lusus: Honey Bee
Chumhandle: queasyIllustrator
Typing Quirk: "ss" becomes "zz" , double "y", all smalls, subject to spouts of SHOUTING
Weapon: Magic pencil OR Shovel
Shirt Symbol: Pencil and paper

**Insani** · 08-13-2011, 10:41 AM

>Be the... holy shit, you're fucking adorable

i-i'm... adora, adorable? ~ ♥

Your name is Luvana Lisali, and you are 6 sweeps old. Although you have been born as a male, you attempt to dress and act as a female, so that you may follow in the footsteps of your ancestor, the founder of the first elite commando squad known as the DANCECUTIONERS. You are a very timid and feminine individual, not particularly strong. The only reason you're still alive, actually, is probably because of your lusus.

You have a variety of interests. In order to fully convince people that you are not at all male, you attempt to dress yourself in the most feminine way possible. You also enjoy practicing your skills with your daggerkind specibus, attempting to gain the rhythm and swiftness that a true DANCECUTIONER requires. Besides this, you enjoy gardening, running around on the plain with your hive, and attempting to have fun with your lusus. He's a bit too serious though, you don't think he approves of your feminine dreams.

You try to avoid other trolls, and almost never go into largely populated areas, as you're afraid of the possibility of being attacked in the dark, uncaring alleys that every city shares. The only time you ever visit largely populated cities, is when you need supplies, which is hardly ever, due to you being able to garden and thus provide for yourself. And even when your plants fail to grow, which is most of the time, your lusus brings back delicious things, alive or not.

As said before, you aspire to be like your Ancestor, the greatest DANCECUTIONER of all time, founder of the first ever squad of DANCECUTIONERS. Oh, how you wish to be like her, even if you were born as the opposite gender as her, you still wish to follow in her footsteps. She was a green blood, just like you. She was famous for her skill, and, you are pretty sure she killed thousands of trolls, aliens, and wild beasts. You're not sure about this. However, eventually, one of her fellow DANCECUTIONERS stabbed her in the back, and claimed leadership of the DANCECUTIONERS. She was such a great woman, you think you hate that backstabbing bitch.

However, for whatever reason, the DANCECUTIONERS recruit only females. You're not sure why, as this is incredibly stupid, to you. This may be because your ancestor strictly believed that a true DRANCECUTIONER must be swift, agile, and wear skirts. You're not sure what she was thinking, but either way, you'll do what it takes to join the DANCECUTIONERS.

However, your timidness has severely limited your ability to follow in her footsteps. You are average in combat, and not very strong, and you don't have a psychic power. Due to this, you've had to rely on your lusus to survive whenever you're in any real danger. However, you are kind of fast, so, when you build up the courage to do so, you can be a decent fighter, only a bit below average.

Your lusus is a giant Guinea Cat, a mix of a Guinea Pig and a Cat. Despite the odd mix of appearance, it's quite cute and fearsome at the same time. He's been a good guardian to you, and taught you basic survival skills, including cooking. You're horrible at hunting and any combat-related things, though, so he's a bit dissapointed in you, which sometimes depresses you.

As stated before, you tend to be a very timid individual. Your personality is very hesitant, feminine, even cowardly. However, most people have referred to you as downright adorable, probably due to your extremely timid personality. You're not quite sure why, really. You're not even trying to be adorable! However, it's probably due to your timid, non confrontational nature. You try to act fierce, but most of the time you're much too timid to do so.

Your strife specibus is daggerkind, and your fetch modus is DANCE, which makes you dance for half a minute before you can get your item.

Your hive looks a bit like a miniature fantasy castle, not very good due to your architectural incapabilities. You live right next to a large plain and a lake, which you like to swim in. You also have a garden next to your house, which you maintain regularly.

Your trollTag is lethalFeminity and you t-talk in a rather, in a rather timid way... ~ ♥

**Belonoid Anoesis** · 08-13-2011, 11:38 AM

> Be the emerald-blooded Troll, resubmitted with profile changes again.

Your name is Zetatroll-

(-That's just...rud3. I hav3 a nam3.-)
(-*sigh*-)

Sorry.

Your name is IRIXXA SILHAT and you are pretty much an 8 SWEEPS OLD Troll with some average blood color. Since you don't have a blood color lower than green, it's safe to say that you don't have any psychic power at all.

You wear a simple t-shirt with a green-hued skirt and a pair of black shoes. If it gets really cold in winters anyway, you'd wear an alternate set of outfit to prevent freezing to death; Not that you like fashion though. You don't care if other Trolls look at you weird when wearing your alternate outfit.

Violence isn't your thing for most of the time. Still, defending yourself is important since your home planet is full of DANGER from left to right, front to back. You are nice enough for your friends and any other friendly Trolls to talk to, but some things can actually get into your nerves. Hey, you do have feelings by the way.

You have a few INTERESTS, one of those include WRITING. Although this may NOT be what a MIDDLE-BLOODED TROLL should do, you don't mind that at all. It also appears that you may spend a few minutes playing some ODD COMPUTER GAMES. Wait, what? Maybe not so odd, but it's not so common to have COMPUTER GAMES. At least that's what you think. You hunt MUSCLEBEASTS on a few occasions too.

Your LUSUS was a JAGUAR. Size doesn't matter as long as she could keep harm's way from getting you due to you living in a dangerous mainland continent. She died being eaten by a certain other BEAST when you were 6 SWEEPS old, having you left to fend on your own. You live at the outskirts of a seasonal forest with a quite cosy HIVE.

You own the scytheKind as your WEAPON OF CHOICE/STRIFE SPECIBUS. If you were to play SGRUB, you bear the title HUNTER OF FATE and your MEDIUM is LAND OF DREAMS AND TIME. In order to fetch items, you have to perform a FETCH MODUS called CARD DECKS. To do this, you will have to carry out a set of cards and choose a card with an item desired to be withdrawn. You dream of the GOLDEN MOON PROSPIT.

Your trolltag is jeweledMaiden and (-You often have problems with the letter "E", so 3 mak3s up for it.-)

**Nightcastle** · 08-13-2011, 05:34 PM

>Be the grouchy, arrogant Vriska Wannabe

Yeah, screw y0u~~~~>

Your name is HADOGE CHIDNA. You are 7.5 Solar Sweeps old, and you hate these years. Can life go any slower?!

Hadoge: Taken from the first 5 letters in the scientific name of a large scorpion.
Chnida: The last six words in Arachnida.

You have a lot of INTERESTS. Your main interests are SCORPIONS. You love those evil, eight-legged little bastards. Their POISON has dealt with MORE THAN ONE ADVERSARY. Around your RESPITEBLOCK are many things. You have your RACK OF CLAWS in the back of the room. Your PERSONAL GRUBPUTER is on a DESK made of COLD STONE. With it, you research ARACHNIDS and OTHER POISONOUS ANIMALS. You have a DRESSER full of SPARE CAPES and SHIRTS, and on top is your TANK containing your PET SCORPION and your PET SPIDER. They usually get into BLOODY FIGHTS, and you love it all. Being the LOWEST OF THE LOWBLOODS, you can CONTROL POISONOUS CREATURES of any kind with your mind. You enjoy spending your days at the TROLLSLUM CAFE. On your floor is a SHITLOAD OF DEAD ANIMALS that you feed to your pets. You will ISOLATE YOURSELF from everyone often, and you are very prone to BIPOLAR FITS OF RAGE. You have only TWO FREINDS, and you don't want to make any more, considering BEING CALLED WIERD way too much in society has made you slightly INEPT.

Your Modus of choice is the TECHNO modus. You need to make a dupsteb drop that hits a 5 on the SICK-O-METER to retrieve the item in question. It was the chastity modus, but through a crapload of trial and error, you've made it this. Your STRIFE DECK consists of STAFFKIND, and you use the BIOROD to poison and slowly kill your ADVERSARIES.

Your LUSUS is, ironically, a MEERKAT. MeerkatMum likes to sleep in her chamber underground. She has raised you in a very moral way, but SCREW THAT. You act normal around her, but she knows you're very violent and "creepy". She let you live as you please after turning 6 sweeps. You really wanted a scorpion lusus, but hey. Irony's a bitch.

Your HIVE is a ABOVE/BELOWGROUND DOME, in which is divided into two rooms. Your room, wihich is above the ground, and your Lusus', which is underground. You don't really eat much, so you are very underweight and have BAGS under your eyes.

If you had ever Played Sgrub, you would be known as the THIEF OF TIME, in the LAND OF SAND AND INSECTS. The consorts of your land are DARK RED ARACHNIDS OF VARIOUS SORTS who enjoy MURDER.

Your TrollTag is scorpiusArachina, and you Type with no punctuation, end with the tail of a scorpion, and put emphasis on the last O in y0ur sentence~~~~>

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