trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

**momatoes** · 08-13-2011, 08:35 PM

Your name is AMAIKA SILARE, an 8-sweep old troll living alone with your ROAMING TURTLE LUSUS. Home is where the hearth is, except replace home with a hive precariously built INSIDE YOUR LUSUS' SHELL. Not having a permanent home's certainly helped your social skill. In fact, you are SOCIALLY INEPT, which is almost always painfully obvious to you. Making new contacts is absurdly difficult, and it's hampered by your budding AVOIDANT PERSONALITY.

It's so unfair! You're a high blood, you have caegars, but why doesn't anyone like you???

Granted, you sometimes act like a PETULANT, WHINY TROLL to what few friends you have. How can you help it, when there's nothing really cheerful to talk about? You are PESSIMISTIC and SELF-CONSCIOUS to the point that most conversations end up revolving around you and your ISSUES. Gosh, you're sorry you can't help being a loser!

Good thing you have a cache of HOMOEROTIC WIZARD LITERATURE. Nothing is as noble as two wizards locking gazes and touching wands. The magical blaze of energy that erupts from its tips is enough to make you feel all AFLUTTER. Combined with a general keen interest in MAGIC, you have devoted HOURS OF RESEARCH (er, hours of internet browsing, more like) to unlocking your INNER THIRD EYE and seeing into the REALM OF INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. Except all you have is a shitty pile of funny-smelling dusts you bought online.

If there's anything positive in you, though, it's your DETERMINATION in fulfilling any task you're fully ENTHUSIASTIC about. That limited edition set of "Hardy Wands"? Owned by a troll in the polar caps, but it might as well be yours.

This has only, unfortunately, served to ALIENATE you even further from trolls who just want to chillax. Or something, you're not too keen on lowblood vernacular, it's really below your status. The problem is, it's difficult for you to RELAX IN COMPANY, to not DWELL on your past QUADRANT MESS-UPS, to not be constantly afraid of OFFENDING someone (to be fair, though, that redblood DID have a hideously bulby nose). While you'd rather AVOID EVERYONE and be a loner erryday for the rest of your life, it's also incredibly frustrating that you always have a constant need to be ACCEPTED. On the bright side, your constant paranoia and vigilance in social situations has made you more PERCEPTIVE than not.

Aside from magic and shirtless wizards, you also enjoy reading books and, for some inexplicable reason, sports.

Your trolltag is dyspepticVagabond and you Often sound as if you're naaaagging.

toodle dee-ar

Name Amaika Silare
Trolltag dyspepticVagabond
Age 8 sweeps
Lusus Roaming large land turtle
Blood Indigo, 220066
Strife Specibus grenadeKind, grenadegunKind
Fetch Modus Be a Troll Wizard! (tm) All items need to have their names flowerously pronounced and accompanied with a swish of a wand to obtain it. Sparkles ensue.

**Belonoid Anoesis** · 08-14-2011, 12:51 AM

(Kill me, but I don't feel like I'm going to be serious again.)

> Be another joke.

...Nice hobby.

Your name is... Wait, even if you have one, you won't show it. You prefer to be called BERNKASTEL. You are around 8 SWEEPS OLD. You are always in your FLARP outfit. ALWAYS. Although your blood is indigo, you don't care about subjugglators at all. Not even a single facepaint. You wish you have a better fate at the least. You also recently met a Troll who claims herself as an alchemist.

You, like every other Troll have gone through harsh life, but you consider yours harsher because you've been through ridiculous trials and ended up seeing your other companions die before your eyes, then your CAT lusus. You were also EMOTIONALLY TORTURED repeatedly, explaining the fading shine of your eyes. You are the one to always lose when it comes to FLARPing against your KISMESIS until this one time where you finally managed to win. Although, you can't seem to ignore someone who is on the same boat as you.

You lack interests already, but at least you like SPECTATING every FLARP session when not participating in any. You don't intend to interrupt anything and ruin it.

That is, until you finally get into the edge of insanity as well as cruelty and decide to mess up everyone and everything in sight.

If you ever play SGRUB, you will be entitled the WITCH OF MIRACLES. Your land is the LAND OF MIRACLES AND PIECES and your STRIFE SPECIBUS is makeupKind. You dream of the VIOLET MOON, DERSE.

Your Trolltag is unwaveringMiracle and you prefer not to use any quirk until you are like a masochist on CRACK WHEN TYPING, fluctuating between normal typing and ALL CAPS as well as TEXT COLOR.

**Nightcastle** · 08-14-2011, 01:04 AM

>Be the smart, robo-eyed blueblood.

@w, th@nk you!

Your name is INVENNA MOZAA. You are 5.5 SOLAR SWEEPS old. You're in a hurry to grow up to match your intelligence levels.

Invenna: Derived from Invent.
Mozaa: Derived from Mozart, due to her likes of classical music.

You are a YOUNG TROLL, as seen by Trolls up to 9 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, that is. Due to an ACCIDENT when you were young involving a PSYCHOTIC SEADWELLER and a FORK, you have no eyes. Using only touch and hearing, you created OCULUS GOGGLES to substitute for eyes. Your LUSUS is always very proud of you and your HIGH LEVELS OF CYBERNETIC KNOWLEDGE. Your INTERESTS include CYBERNETICS, DRAWING, and FASHION DESIGNING. However, you dont really get into it. All you have are BLUE HIGHLIGHTS and a BLUE CLOAK-COAT. In your RESPITEBLOCK are many things. A DESK with a drawer full of WIRES AND BOLTS has your DRAWING TOOLS on it. You have a GrubStation over in the corner, and you love to play FIGHTING GAMES like MORTROLL KOMBAT. You have a DRY-ERASE BOARD on the wall behind you, next to your doorway that you write notes and keep track of CONTACTS on. You LOVE CLASSICAL MUSIC! It was the reason the aforementioned SEADWELLER gouged your eyes out. You are a generally friendly troll, unless you step in to help someone. Then you get very defensive.

You use the ENGINEERING modus, and in order to retrive the item you want, you must first draw it on a BLUEPRINT and LIST IT'S FUNCTIONS AND PROPERTIES, in a way similar to PICTIONARY. Your LUSUS has tried to get you to use other modi with more LINGUISTIC and LOGICAL PROPERTIES, to no avail. Your STRIFE DECK consists of WRENCHKIND, and your main weapon is the NEON BEVEL WRENCH, changing power and color based on your CURRENT EMOTION.

Your LUSUS is a PTERANODON, nicknamed PTERANODAD. He has always been PROUD of your intelligence in CYBERNETIC ENGINEERING. He died a sweep ago, and by using your KNOWLEDGE OF ROBOTICS, you have brought him back in a METAL SHELL. You love him over anything in the whole world.

Your HIVE is a LARGE, CORK-SHAPED one stuck in the PRAIRIE SOIL. It contains three rooms. Your RESPITEBLOCK, you LUSUS' RESPITEBLOCK, and your CYBERNETICS TESTING ARENA. It has a large WIRE hooked to the top, and sometimes, when a CHANGE OF LOCATION is required, your LUSUS will grab the wire with his TALONS, take it out of the ground, and fly your HIVE to another PART OF ALTERNIA.

If you were to play SGrub, you would go by the SMITH OF LIFE in the LAND OF AUTOMATONS AND FOG. The consorts of your land are CERULEAN BEES who enjoy EXPLORATION.

Your Trolltag is clickingGogglic and you Spe@k with @ cliche sort of quirk, bec@use you couldn't think of @nything better.

**amnesiaDinosaur** · 08-14-2011, 02:28 AM

This is a remade profile for the troll aluminumKing; I happened to have changed his handle to cantankerousZealot, please remove aluminumKing and replace it with that handle. Thanks!

>Be the fishy asshole.

{What did you say, you pathetic lowblood? Who gave you permission to speak?}

>Be the seadwelling douchebag.

{Ugh. I'll let it slide this once, whelp. Do not speak to me again, or I shall cull you.}

Your name is REVYSS YCRODA.

You enjoy collecting a variety of things. One of aforementioned things is ANCIENT WEAPONRY, such as swords, spears, polearms and other such objects. You also like collecting VARIOUS PIECES OF ANCIENT ARMOR, that has been previously seen in the use of the SANCTIFISLAYERS. Your collections are neatly organized in SPECIALIZED PILES, on one of the lower floors of your ruinous hive. You also have a small stash of DIAMONDS in your respiteblock, which you found while exploring your hive.

Another of your interests is ARCHAEOLOGY. You love digging through the earth to find the remnants of ancient cities and tombs. Most of the stuff you find, however, is useless junk. On the rare occasion you do find something you deem useful, it's added to one of your aforementioned PILES OF STUFF. Most of the time, you are just exploring your hive, trying to map out the entire system of ruins.

Finally, you have an interest in SANCTIFISLAYERS. You read everything about them that you can get your hands on. This includes everything from historical documents to fictional stories. You have, on occasion, tried to write your own stories about sanctifislayers, but you deemed them horrible and abandoned them soon after you started.

Your hive is an extremely large system of underwater ruins, which you have not completely explored yet. Your lusus, krakendad, guards your hive as he swims about the area. The lower floors of your hive are unexplored, for the most part. What you have explored, however, contained a few ancient treasures here and there and a colossal amount of JUNK. You also map everywhere you go in your hive, and have all your maps on you at all times.

Your fetch modus is currently set to CUP GAME. With the cup game modus, the item you wish is set under a cup, with the number of cups being related to the weight of the item, and the cups are shuffled around. To get the item, you must guess the correct cup. If you guess incorrectly, the cups are 'reshuffled' and you have to guess again. Your strife specibus is allocated to GlaiveKind, with multiple glaives inside.

Your trolltag is cantankerousZealot and you {Type in a refined and grammatically correct manner, whelp.}

If you were to play SGRUB, you would be the Lord of Time in the Land of Rust and Rain.

Misc.

**Flamerider64** · 08-14-2011, 04:50 PM

> Who's this dumb broad?

{x}
Oh Thanks

Your name is ARTELL HEYLIN, you're no stranger to combat, so you rightly assume; and your collections reflect likewise. CRESTED SHIELDS hung up on your wall, bits of old armour and rusted weaponry hanging about in cabinets, you have a collection of each that stands at NO MORE OR LESS THAN FIVE, it's a number you quite fancy, like it's your lucky number.

The way you fight is a bit silly... when you strife, you strife with YOUR SHOULDERS. Yes. You just rush up to your enemies and smack them charged at your fullest speed. Thankfully, SHOULDERKIND still counts it if you wear any shoulder pads to help increase how much damage it would do. It's actually a very flawed way of fighting, but you still like doing it. Thankfully, STAGDAD takes the ones you can't manage; your anthromorphic horse lusus... which is better than it sounds, you swear. He punches stuff, it's really... yeah you're not selling anyone on it.

You have a SERIOUS ALLERGY TO FISH, which sucks since you live close to rivers full of the things; you didn't really notice until after the hive was built, and you really don't feel like moving. Swelling and irritation ensues, it's not very pleasant. It's kind of a hit and miss case if this happens with contact to seadwellers, depends how often they're in the water with fish. You also have an IRRATIONAL FEAR OF TREMORS, but that tends to be far from revealed.

Your modus is SCATTER, whenever you attempt to retrieve an item, orbs representing segments of it launch into the air and scatter around a small radius. You'll need to collect all five to re-piece it and use it, sometimes you lose fragments and lose the item altogether until you find it a while later. One thing you're training to do is catch all five as they fall down in one fowl swoop.

{ / }
i'm sure there's something else

Despite all before-hand mentions of combat, you're rather chill these days. You're settling into MUSIC of varying types; Pop, Dance, Trance, Techno, and you are looking to get into VIDEO GAMES, SGRUB is the game you plan to be your gateway, because it sounds so cool.

Your trolltag is grievedPlight and
{x}
When Your Defenses Are Up, You Are Formal And Strong
{ / }
when they're down, you're informal and chill

**Dragongirl30894** · 08-14-2011, 07:03 PM

-> Be that guy with the horse lusus.

You're certainly that! You're name is Kyneus Concet, and you're not just a guy who has a horse lusus. But we'll go over your old interests first. First of all, you were very adventurous, and also quite generous as well! You see, you were always a big fan of Troll Link. You have all of his games, completed them with 100% more than once, and you even fashioned your FLARP outfit after his clothes. You always dreamed of being like him, and your interests are all related to his games somehow.

You'd go out mounting your horse lusus, helping those in need. Which is to say, being attacked by some animal. You never found who to help, but you still enjoyed riding your lusus around, listening to the clipitty-clopitty of her hooves on the ground, occasionally bursting out into full gallop just for the hell of it. Another interest of yours was finding gems. You absolutely love gems, no matter the color. They're just so shiny and pretty, you love them. You collected every single one you could find, and with the help of frequent FLARPing you actually have a pretty big collection for a lowly greenblood! Your third interest was playing an ocarina you got when you were a wiggler. You've practiced with it so much you can play any song you want in it, and you wouldn't give it away for nothing in the whole Alternia. And finally, you loved sailing too! Just getting on your boat and going out on the winds all by yourself was so nice.

Unfortunately, it was that last interest that got you crippled.

One night, when you were going back home from sailing, you were attacked by a particularly aggressive and territorial seadweller. You were lucky enough to escape only with the loss of your legs instead of your life, but it still was a pretty big hit on your lifestyle. But you didn't give up completely, no sir! You're not the same though, that's for sure. You never went sailing again, and sank your old boat to the depths of the sea. You moved to a hive far away from the coast, in the middle of a lush sea of grass. You ceased that foolishness of helping those in need, although you still like riding your lusus, but only in the area where you can see your hive at all times. You stopped FLARPing, though you still keep your costume with you, for the sake of old times. You still love gems, but you stopped collecting them, just worrying about keeping the ones you already have now.

You were almost traumatized by the event, and are now deathly afraid of seadwellers, and much less cheerful than you were before, and more respectful to those higher than you. You're fidgety now too. You always have something in your hands, be it one of your gems, a Rubik's cube, or simply the fabric of your shirt. You can't help it. And besides that, you now tend to stutter when you're nervous. Yeah, you wish you'd killed the seadweller that attacked you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You just knocked her out and escaped with the wind. You don't know why, you're a troll, trolls are murderous by nature, but you just... couldn't do it. You guess you're just too kind, like your idol.

Your new interests still include gems and playing your ocarina, but you've become almost a pacifist now. You can still fight, but you only do so to defend yourself, and never kill anyone. If you get in trouble in a fight, you'll knock out the attacker and then drag them far away from your hive, to a place from where they can't find your hive.

Thanks to your condition, you ride your lusus almost all the time, even inside your new hive. You managed to adapt it with plenty of shelves so that your stuff is mostly leveled with you while you're mounting, and you can live a relatively normal life like that. You and her have gotten so used to that she already knows exactly where you want to go with the smallest tug of the reins. You love her dearly, and you don't know how you'd get around without her. You hate having to wheel yourself around in your wheelchair.

Anywho, let's just get this over with the technical stuff. You still own your old swordKind and shieldKind Specibi, but you never use the first, and only use the second to defend yourself. Your main Specibus is set to the mostly harmless cubeKind. That Rubik's cube you mentioned earlier is made of a few differently colored metals, and you use it as a weapon. It is actually very efficient due to its sharp edges, you just have to hit the right spot to knock someone out. This Specibus made you very good at throwing things. Your Fetch Modus is the simple but now unnaccessible Steps Modus. An item is given a set amount of steps for you to take to retrieve it, but, well, you can't really walk anymore. You've had a few things stuck in your sylladex for a while now, and you wear a bandolier with pockets so you can carry some of your stuff around with you. Your Trolltag is misanthropicCalvaryman and yoUr speech is jUst littered with horse shoes.

**Cliff_Racer** · 08-14-2011, 10:04 PM

You are now LYALAH FELITN.

>Render yourself in a more symbolic form.

You cannot render yourself in a more symbolic form because your helmet is hard to sprite!

>Talk about the mask, then.

Your first distinguishable feature is your HELMET. That DOESN'T HIDE ANYTHING SPECIAL. Underneath it is a PERFECTLY NORMAL TROLL FACE. You wear the HELMET to INTIMIDATE- or at least DISTRACT. The LENS is RED, yes, and that DOES make it a bit harder to distinguish COLORS. Your helmet can 'BLINK', which shuts off the LENS so you can see in PRISTINE REGULAR COLOR. The helmet itself goes on in FOUR PIECES. First, the FOREHEAD PIECE, then the LOWER JAW, the UPPER BACK and finally the LOWER BACK. It stays firm on your HEAD, and it will be hard to GET OFF IMPROPERLY. The lower jaw piece has a MICROPHONE which distorts your speech, making it sound ROBOTIC. Kind of. Your regular voice SUCKS.

You are MEAN. A bitch. Heartless. Condescending. You've HEARD IT ALL. You just like FUCKING WITH PEOPLE. That includes BITING THEM, or using the knives you keep in your bladeKind to scare them. You enjoy the HEMOSPECTRUM, and one of the easiest ways to get on your good side is terms like MA'AM, and LOTS OF ASSKISSING. That's not to say you are SHALLOW. You just enjoy it when trolls KNOW THEIR PLACE. You have a soft spot for YELLOWBLOODS, though. It's your FAVORITE COLOR. Your INTRESTS include COMBAT, ROBOTICS, PROGRAMMING and HUGS. Yeah, hugs. Your LUSUS is a SHARK. It's REAL INTERESTING.

Your sprite doesn't show it, but you wear a black long skirt, black heels and black stockings.

Your captcha modus is JAW PRESSURE, where you need to bite something hard enough to retrieve your item.

Your trolltag is gazingAdversary, and YY0ur teXXt teNNds t0 GLUBBINNG reMMiNNd YY0u 0f YYourself.

**s1lverb0a** · 08-15-2011, 01:01 AM

be the diggy diggy troll

<|+ thereS more to me thAn dIggIng...I aLSo LIke bLUe

You are now INFODI UZULUM, today is not your wriggling day. so you are still only 6.9 sweeps...but hey, only a few more bilunar perigees to go!

You look around your hive, which highlights a few of your interests. One of which is a color; BLUE! you try to fill your respite block with as many blue things possible, but most of it seems to be LAPIS LAZULI, mainly because it's the one of the only blues you can find out here in the desert (besides some UNDERWATER SPRINGS, your main source of income. after all, water kind of a big deal out here) and as some have pointed out, because of your place on the hemospectrum, you deny this profusely though, the idea is just silly. Ridiculous!
You also, unsurprisingly, enjoy the art of EXCAVATION, when you are taken away from Alternia, you would love to work gathering RESOURCES underground, such as oil, gems, precious metals.
When you are on the surface, and not digging away, you like to chat with your friends, and play games. You do not FLARP unless invited to a round, sadly, that hasn't happened yet. If you WERE to be invited to a game, you would wield a SHORT SWORD, but would use your SHOVEL in a pinch.

Your Trolltag is azureMiner, and you speak in a manner
<|+ thAt refLectS yoUr Love of LaPiS, And your rAther cheerfuL PerSonALIty

you lusus is a giant winged feathery serpent, he is usually okay when it comes to food, eating HUMPBEASTS (camels), and if the aforementioned creature is unavailable, he will occasionally eat...other..ur, trolls.
You find this rather disconcerting, but he still continues to do it, if not fed well enough.

Your hive, a tall spire, with a runway for your lusus looming over a pool of water, resides in the same vicinity, as a certain blacksmith and good friend.

*not sure how to end the profile...*
Name: Infodi Uzulum
Age: 6.9 sweeps
trollTag: azureMiner
Blood: teal/blue
Lusus: a large feathered, winged serpent
Strife Specibus: shortswordKind
Fetch Modus: Excavation
Quirk: every letter in Lapis is capitalized, and every line is prefixed with <|+ the alchemical symbol for lapis

**Alyss** · 08-15-2011, 09:57 AM

>Be the pathetic loser.

Hey! That wasn't very nice! It wasn't like I, erm... Stole your bowl of rice!

>Be the "casanova".

Haha! That's better! You are now worthy of me... Knitting you a sweater! If I knew how to knit...

Your name is VINNSE ASTRAI, and can I have your number?

First things first, that "casanova" thing is a BLATANT FUCKING LIE, despite how much you want it to be true. Your personal philosophy is that finding a proper matesprit/kismet is right up there with "being able to fight" on a list of importance in Troll society. That is true in a sense, but you fail to realize that there is, y'know, a line. And it doesn't help that you are, like said before, a pathetic loser. Sure, you believe in that "troll serendipity" stuff, but hey, you only have so long! You're already 8 sweeps old (older than you look!), and the inevitable happening of being drafted into the Alternian Fleet is looming over the horizon, so you sort of come off as a bit desperate. If any troll showed any pity, or even slight dislike towards you, you'd cling to them like there's no tomorrow, until they're forced to move south and become known only as "Kor'tun". It's almost as if you turn into "Pepe Le'Pew", but with candy corn ram's horns. But of course, you only think you're being assertive! Trolls like aggression, right? Right?

Uh, alright, stepping away from that topic for a second, let's get to your interests, and to be honest, most of them are pretty sappy and pathetic. You have a big interest in astronomy, though you vastly prefer stargazing to shoving your nose into those dumb, boring old books with black-and-white pictures. How are you supposed to truly enjoy the intense beauty of every star, planet, solar system, nebula, and beyond without seeing it with your own two ocular globes? It's the only reason you have to look forward to Fleet life, and that's assuming the ships have windows. Oh, well, you guess. At least you'll have these cool glasses a friend of your's mailed you!

You have no idea how they work. They're fuckin' miracles, for all you know. You see faint pictures of spiral galaxies and all the stars within them when your wearing these. When it's dark, the imprinted images are more clear, like your right there floating in space with them! You think it's awesome, no matter how derpy they make you look!

Poetry and other types of literature also suit your fancy, and you consider yourself talented in the way of the rhyme. Well, excluding the well-respected Alternian Slam Poetry. You're slams aren't quite sick enough, and their burns are not to the highest degree. In fact, your sick burns are more like mild ouchies you get from touching the side of a toaster when it's on or something. You can only wish to be like Troll Eminem, or Troll Jay-Z. OR EVEN TROLL WILL SMITH. Pft, yeah right. Keep dreaming. You'll happily stick to your sappy love poems and witty anecdotes, thank you very much.

You aren't the most skilled fighter, but you make do with your staffKind strife specibus, and your weapon of choice is... A long wooden staff. You can bonk people on the head with it, maybe break a rib if you whack them in the chest hard enough. You also use the Rhyme fetch modus, in which you must make up a quick rhyme related to the item you are trying to retrieve. It usually takes a few minutes, so you use pockets for convenience.

You are also fond of dicking around on dating sims! Oh... Oh wait. Maybe dicking around wasn't the right phrase, but you get the point that was being made, right? As one would expect, troll dating sims are much more complicated than human ones, what, with having to balance out the amount of hate and pity in your matespritship without it becoming a huge love-hate reacharound clustercuss, and auspiticing. Oh god, avoid that quadrant at all costs. Anyway, you play them so much because you think that maybe it would help with your romantic problemos in real life. Obviously, this is not true. Even if that was the case, you have to be the lowest scoring player in the history of the troll internet and beyond. You managed to make your kismesis run off with your moirail, and auspiticing just added fuel to the raging fire that was their undying, passionate, hate for each other. You didn't even know that something that specific could even happen in the game.

Jesus... Okay, how about personality? For someone who can fall in "love" with someone in the blink of an eye, you're actually pretty indecisive. You have the crippling inability to make important life decisions, and not just mull over it like a wimp. You prefer for things to stay consistent, since change is technically the enemy here. Ever since you were old enough to understand the pro-Fleet propaganda that was shoved down your protein chute, you've been dreading the day you would have to grow up and get thrown into the intergalactic fray. Somewhere deep in your head, you figured finding good trolls to fill your quadrants would be a nice distraction from such troubling thoughts. No word on how that's working out.

Hrm... You're a really goofy troll, too! And a tad... Lame. Lame is the correct word. It's amazing you don't snort when you laugh, or make a weird "hyuk hyuk hyuk!" sound. Did you mention you like limericks? Because limericks are a thing you like to do. You try to stay as optimistic as you can, because, what else keeps you going? Well, that and you're mindboggling-ly persistent. Seriously, what is your deal? You just never quit! Never. These traits would probably come off as endearing to some, or maybe you're still in "total loser" territory for others.

Your lusus is a peacock named Giacomo, and you learned quite a few of your "charms" from him, though that friend that gave you the glasses who was mentioned a few paragraphs back is probably better at that. Even so, you still appreciate his advice, since you know good and well he's trying to help, and you need all you could ever get.

Your trollTag is captivatingCasanova and you tend to rhyme when you have the time. Hey, it's only to impress! Though, sometimes it can be a bit forced...-ess.

**Nyabii** · 08-15-2011, 12:09 PM

Sweet troll!

**Krug** · 08-15-2011, 12:59 PM

>Be the true lord of the dan-

>OH GOD IS THAT CHEST HAIR
(yeah,yeah-it-is,want-to-touch-it?)

Your name is MALBOC VAUTOM, and you are the best troll on all of Alternia. Well, that's how you see it anyway. You are 7.85 sweeps old, and while you believe that you are probably the suavest, sexiest, and smartest troll on the planet, the only thing that you really are is the MOST EGOTISTICAL. And considering your blood, it's rightfully so. You're the kind of troll who needs to have it all about you, all the time. When the attention isn't focused on you, then you become quite ENRAGED, but we'll get to that later. Luckily for your demeanor you usually are able to avoid anger with your overwhelming CHARISMA. You are a smooth talker, and what one could call the "LIFE OF THE PARTY". Sadly for you, you haven't had much luck in your quadrants due to the fact that you usually come off as incredibly strong and when you're not doing that you love to TALK ABOUT YOURSELF. Nonetheless you consider yourself quite the LADIES TROLL.

You believe yourself to be a born leader, due to your unvanquishable CHARISMA, and you hope that someday in the future you can be the commander of the INTERPLANETARY TROLL ARMIES. Though you are reckless and sometimes hotheaded due to your EGO, there is a part of you with the determined mind of a general. When shit hits the whirling device, you'll be the one who gets right down to business. This trait may or may not have something to do with your ANCESTOR. Either way, if you are going to be the commander of any sort of army, you would have to be a DANCE COMMANDER as well. Of course, there is a reason for this.

You have a passion for DISCULL, an admittedly aging and retro form of music. But you don't care about that, you'll become the last troll on Alternia who listens to DISCULL if you have to. Your greatest talent, besides talking to people; along with everything else in your mind, is DISCULL DANCING. You a frequent attendant SWANKY UNDERWATER NIGHTCLUBS, but only ones that play your music of choice. Your peers on the dance floor, however few of them there are, have gone so far as to call you the EMPEROR of Dance. You never enjoyed FLARPING, it was just something that never caught your eye, but for times when you're stuck at home, you do pleasure yourself with a fair few GAME GRUBS.

While you know a few Trolls on the dance floor, your closest friends are the ones you keep up with on TROLLIAN. Including your BEST BRO, he's a lower blood color than you, but even if he wasn't you'd still be the better one. You stopped caring about the HEMOSPECTRUM long ago, because if it meant anything you would have a higher blood color than the TROLL EMPRESS herself. At least you have a color HIGHER THAN MOST SEABLOODS. So when you order somebody around, they listen. Usually anyway.

Your lusus is some sort of giant GULPER EEL, or as the lowbloods call it, a GULPBEAST. It doesn't have much intelligence, and usually just flies around outside your CORAL PALACE glubbing, gulping and being a huge idiot. In fact, you're not really sure how it managed to protect you, maybe it was due to its size only. Your strife specabus is FLASHLIGHTKIND, because bright lights just work for a DISCULL MASTER like yourself. Your fetch modus is DANCE, in which in order to use your item you must bust some SWEET MOVES to music given to you by your modus. Needless to say, it takes a really long time for you to use something. Your title, should you play a specific game, would be the HEIR OF LIGHT, in the land of STROBES AND GLASS. Your trolltag is synthesizedImperator and you (talk-in-some-kinda-way-that's-smooth-and-flows-together)

**Alyss** · 08-15-2011, 02:08 PM

Originally Posted by Nyabii

Sweet troll!

cccccccccccccccccccccc: Thanks!!!

**aphoticConniver** · 08-15-2011, 03:14 PM

>Be the wannabe rebel leader.
I'm not a wannabe, I Really do lead a gRand undeRgRound Rebellion!

Your name is BREJAC LEREBE, and you really do think you lead a grand REBELLION. Sadly, if you really did happen to lead one, you would have been CULLED by now, powers or no powers. But that's another story. You used to FLARP, and rose through the ranks to become a mid-level TacTerror, until an accident occurred with his frequently denied yet obvious kismesis, a hemoloyal telepath with a tendency to bore into people's minds with her powers and torture them endlessly. Which is what happened to YOU, I'm afraid. Ever since the incident, your mind hasn't quite... worked right, giving you delusions. And a permanently bloodstained eye to boot.

Your powers are that of illusion, pure and simple. They've been used to "evade" your "captors" multiple times. Because of this, you actually have become a quite good PICKPOCKET. Your delusions, however, have lead you to believe yourself the leader of an underground resistance against the crown. Your lusus is a sentient sporecloud, and your find it a bit overbearing. Then again, what troll doesn't. For strife, you tend to use fistkind, despite your average strength. Your fists are instead augmented by auras of energy, adding an explosive punch. Pun intended.

Your TrollTag is illusoryRebel and you Put emphasis on the letteR "R", and sometimes Repeat things, yes ttthhhiiinnngggsss.

**Echinoderma** · 08-15-2011, 08:59 PM

um hello
I'm interested in getting into some roleplay (as well as new to the forum) so I thought I'd start out here!
(the sprites not very good whoops :x)

> it'sss not torture, it'sss ssscienssse!?

You are TATTUS LISKOS and you are 8 sweeps old.

In the stagnant, isolated swamp you live in, you are king. You like to think of the rampant SLITHERBEASTS of the swamp as your loyal subjects, with the FERALIGATORS and CRUSHADILES your formidable guard, with you alone at the top, cultivating your vast kingdom with the tender hands of a benevolent monarch. While boisterous in your solitary confines, when interacting with other trolls on the outside your fierce, royal nature is often belied by your CRIPPLING SHYNESS. You’d much prefer to avoid a direct confrontation and instead EXERCISE YOUR OVERDEVELOPED SENSE OF SELF PRESERVATION *coughrunawaylikeasissycough*.

Your hive is built amidst the CRUMBLING RUINS of a once sprawling citadel in the noxious cesspool of an ALTERNIAN SWAMP. You enjoy the relative quiet of you swamp, but you don't mind chatting every once in a while. Being so isolated geographically, you mainly connect with other trolls through your husktop. You don't really enjoy other trolls in your territory, however, and those unlucky trolls who TRESSPASS might find themselves the unwilling test subjects of your POISONS; manufactured from the TOXIC ALTERNIAN SWAMP FLORA, as well as the VENOM OF THE ALTERNIAN SWAMP FAUNA. Some of your creations are so deadly they could crawl out of their bottle and KILL A TROLL WHERE THEY STAND, while others are designed for a less lethal and more PARALYTIC INTENT.

Your interests include an affinity for SWIMMING- odd given your blood caste is that of a landweller- however you dare not venture into the open waters of the sea, and instead explore the MURKY WATERS of your home. As a king, it is your job to make sure not to repeat the mistakes of the past- therefore you have taken to studying ALTERNIAN HISTORY when you're stuck on your research, mostly through EXCESSIVE WICKEDPEDIA BINGES as well as the mysterious RUIN WRITINGS on the decrepit walls around the swamp. It is through these writings you have connected with a troll from ages past: The Virulent, former ruler of the swamp.

The Virulent worked with legislacerators to extract information from the accused through torture. Unhappy with his inability to rule due to his blood color, he tortured and killed a seadweller, but was seen and slated for execution. He managed to flee to the remote and blighted swamplands of Alternia, and built a castle there to fufil his dreams of being a king. Those who were sent in after him found themselves unable to deal with the toxic enviornment, and in their weakened state were captured and used to test the effectiveness of his poisons. He was eventually killed by the morail of the seadweller he killed- forced to look at his lusus’ severed head, petrifying him.

Your Trolltag is ossifcansImperator and you tend to ssspeak in very ssshy and unsssertain tonesss.? Your smilies often wear a crown: {|

Your strife specibus is SYRINGEKIND- used to apply your deadly concotions. Needless to say, you prefer a more subtle method when it comes to a fight.

Your Fetch modus is a Shed Skin modus- your sylladex discards its skin, leaving the item in the remains (which additionally leaves it with a new and vibrant cover, as well as giving your item a nice carrying case).

Your lusus a COCKATRICE. While you love your lusus very much, around him you are always TERRIFIED you might ACCIDENTALY MAKE EYE CONTACT which would result in SLOW AND AGONIZING PETRIFICATION, and as a result you don’t get to spend as much time with him as you would like. Instead he spends his time in the basement, ensuring your subjects don’t escape.

If you had participated in this “Sgrub” thing (sssoundsss dangerousss.?) You would have been the Thane of Scourge, and your land would have been The Land of Lakes and Plague, inhabited by basilisk lizards.

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Explainations

**eruditeScholar** · 08-15-2011, 09:30 PM

Incoming wall of text!!

Your name is CLARTA LEWARX, and you are a lady of many talents.

Well, not that you're trying to brag or anything. It is a statement of a simple fact! You are quite proud of your position in troll society, both in natural status and that of which you have won for yourself in the pool of your fellows, and would never give it up for anything. And you're not afraid to let that go to your head in any way. On the bright side, you're far from those smug-as-hell nobles who think the same, without reason even. As such, you're -never- one to back down from a challenge; that is, of course, if it works with your beliefs, but we're getting ahead of ourselves.

To the upper class culture, you have the reputation for being an intellectual, yet dynamic and sometimes dramatic, yet often pleasant and rational figure, always willing to share a opinion or word, be it with on the socio-political clashes of the nobles or in the way of assistance in pacifying a particularly aggressive comrade. In your opinion, moirailing and auspisticing being the two most glorious romantic callings for a trolls, being an effective and efficient way to check the natural violence of your race as a whole, something that most times you see as a far more negative aspect, resulting in wasted lives and potential of nobles and peasants alike. As such, you style yourself as a “Great Councilor” of sorts to your fellows, hoping that rather than giving into their barbaric tendencies, they can see your voice of reason, spare their fellows, and thus in the future they can unite with the full skill of the race to kill or enslave someone ELSE! It's brilliant!

To the lower class culture, a group of trolls you make an effort -not- to ignore, you present a bit of a different troll, yet similar at the same time. While like the proper nobles, you are in support of the hemospectrum, you simply repeat your buzzword: potential. Lowbloods or not, they are trolls, the most glorious species in the universe! Removing a good wheel in the machine before it's constructed is just silly. As such, you have adopted the position of almost a guardian of the lower classes, trying to convince your fellows that the peasants are not worth their time and to simply let them practice what they will, and soon enough, they will be put to good work. While, for this reason, your motives are shady, they have indeed endeared you to more than a few lowbloods in your time who may otherwise be culled by the nobility. With their lives secure, you make a good point of trying to put them to work before their time- keeping them busy keeps them out of trouble. Be it for domestic tasks or those connected to your interests in agriculture (which will be explained in further detail soon), you employ a small, non-permanent task force of lowbloods to maximize – you guessed it – their potential.

However, despite your social statuses, one thing about you remains odd- incredibly few people have seen you outside of trollian conversations. Even in your employment of lowbloods, they are often directed by a few particular confidants. There is a very good reason for this: A disease you contracted shortly after exiting the Brooding Caverns resulted quickly in your inability to hear- you are deaf. And as so much time has passed since then, you have since forgotten what little speech you knew at the time, rendering you effectively incapable of speech as well. Yet under the loving guidance of your lusus, you grew up to have this good, social life regardless, mainly in part due to the huge emphasis troll culture places on electronic communication – a nice stroke of luck, in your opinion! Despite this, you remain unsure if your state is considered a cullable disability, and thus refrain from advertising it. Even if it is, you think, making the best of what time you have is the only logical course of action, and you can still play a part in the glory of the empire, at least on planet! Robotic technology being what it is, though, you have invested time into looking for a method of mechanical hearing to avoid this possible fate- no luck so far, though. Plenty of electronic eyes, though! Psh. When you do have to communicate with others face to face, you often encourage the use of trollian devices even so, yet if none are available, you typically use writing- very few trolls are sadly in the know of Imperial Sign Language.

Now, what about interests? To start, you try to style yourself as a Renaissance Troll of sorts, dabbling into a great many subjects, such as art (where you are much better at evaluating than creating- you do enjoy classical art), music (it didn't go well), fictional writing, law, hoofbeast breeding, and engineering, but you have truly found your calling in two subjects primarily; agriculture and essay writing. Your hive's location in a warmer part of Alternia is ideal for growing a wide variety of crops, and while most trolls simply import materials, you make the various substances you grow, ranging from grains to coffee, available for small prices, that youth producers and those seeking a bargain may buy from you, further increasing your riches – this is why you employ lowbloods, as your growing projects have been too much for you alone to handle for a long time now, not to mention your doctrine of putting them to good work. This all has another purpose, though; to develop of a kind of crop or method for even more efficient mass production- the maximum ~potential~ of the crops, if you would. And hopefully, should you survive, you can put your work to use in the fleet where mass production across the systems is greatly valued. While not investigating this science, you enjoy writing non-fictionally on a variety of subjects, from a scientific analysis on the natural superiority of trolls over all aliens or an essay regarding various trends in the social culture of planet-bound trolls in relation to blood color. You also have a deep fondness for speeches, and write them on an equally broad range of topics, though however, in one of the few times you pity yourself for your disability, you will never (well, unless the mechanics come along) be able to actually hear them. Lastly, while your breeding experiments did not work as planned, you are still fond of hoofbeast riding, and keep at least one around your hive typically.

But onto brighter topics once more! As a final note of interest regarding interests, you also have a non-intellectual interest in gambling, namely bet placing that doesn't involve you to actually be at the event, such as hoofbeast racing (something you yourself would like to get involved in before you leave the planet if you have time to brush up your own hoofbeast grooming skills). You also tend to shameless combine this with your interest in mediation- placing a bet with a comrade of yours to see if you can stabilize an individual/relationship by a certain time: a challenge AND a gamble, how exciting!

Lastly, combat! Due to your secretive nature and tendency to try and talk people down from direct killing, you very rarely engage yourself, but that hasn't prevented you from training, as is customary with trolls. As a display of your agricultural interest, you wield the forkKind, which has been allocated with a (rather expensive and finely crafted) pitchfork. Now, forward ho!

Your trollian handle is charitableElegance and you speak With Your Mark Singing Your Words With Selective Capitalization. :4-

General Information
Name = Clarta Lewarx
Trolltag = charitableElegance
Blood/Text = #522d80 - Indigo
Age = 8 Sweeps
Quirk = Number four, looking similar to her symbol, at the end of messages. Words > 3 letters are capitalized.
Lusus = A cat-sized cricket – Lucretia.
Strife Specibus = forkKind – a farming pitchfork.
Fetch Modus = Sign Modus – must perform the Imperial Sign Language sign for each item. This is quite simple for you! Though sometimes you actually don't know the sign for more obscure objects, and there's some things you've probably forgotten about stuck in there- whoops.
SGRUB Title/Land: Undetermined.

**leonicReaper** · 08-16-2011, 03:52 PM

>Be the rainbowdrinker
..rainBOwdrinker???? I'm.. really nOt! :c
>You aren't? You sure look like you-
Oh! That isn't blood.
Okay. I think I see now.

>Be the troll who loves berries.
8D NOw that's me!

Your name is POMUIE LINGYL and you are kind of obsessed with BERRIES. In truth you love the taste of any FRUIT, but BERRIES tickle you red for reasons you really never understood, but you don't care, because they're delicious.

Berries fail to be a legitimate hobby, though, seeing as they are an object - FARMING for them, however, is indeed one of your pasttimes. The cultivation of your very own fruit makes you giddy! Your EXCESS CROP also allows you to create PAINTS, which you prefer to the alternative made from culled troll young. That's.. really kind of nasty.

That reminds you - you're sort of a HIPSTER, not in the sense of hating mainstream things, but in that you like to discover ALTERNATIVES. Your mind is practically incapable of thinking INSIDE THE BOX, which while it allows you to find NEW WAYS to do things, also causes you to become confused and frustrated by things that SHOULD BE LINEAR AND SIMPLE. You just can't help yourself - you always want to do it in a way that's not intended.

This has affected everything - your HIVE is kind of architecturally unstable, causing you to have to reinforce it with whatever is lying around. Your FRUIT FARM does well, but the things you use to nurture the plants has caused them to MUTATE and likely cause a bad stomach ache for anyone who eats from them, save for yourself. You also STAINED YOUR OWN CLOTHES (and your teeth, too) with your berries, causing them to be mostly the same shade of red everywhere, save for the bits that were originally black. You love to STAIN things, and have fun finding crafts that involve doing so. You are quite IMAGINATIVE, as one would have guessed.

You are also pretty PARANOID - paranoid because you think people sneak into your garden and steal fruit, which they DO - and paranoid of being near large MASSES OF WATER, because you are afraid of seadwellers and think they all want to eat you, which.. they DON'T. This fear however stems from your SQUIRREL LUSUS falling into the sea and dying. You are so TERRIFIED OF WATER that you rarely actually clean yourself with it - instead you use berry juice, which makes you sticky and kinda weird smelling all the time. Despite the way you feel and smell, you are a good FRIEND to anyone who earns your trust and you are always willing to HELP OTHERS in times of desperate need, sometimes even endangering yourself to assist your allies. You expect them to do the same should you ever be in trouble, which most of them would NOT, and those who have responded to your hospitality negatively really IRRITATE YOU to the point where you may even abandon them in a worse situation than you offered to help them out of.

You have a strife specibus of x2bladeKind - which includes SCISSORS, SHEARS, and CLIPPERS, which is useful for tending to plants. You have a BERRY PICKING FETCH MODUS which forces you to try and "pluck" things from your sylladex.
Your blood is a deep red and your trolltag is edenOrchards and yOu emPhasize letters that are similar in shape tO Berries.

**AutumnWyvern** · 08-16-2011, 08:23 PM

>Be the shark chick

(thanks finepoint!)
Your name is HEXANI SELACH.

You are approximately SIX POINT NINETY-TWO SWEEPS OLD. But feel free to round up to SEVEN. You have a great fondness for HUNTING and are quite good at it. How you love the TRILL of the CHASE and a sharp TUG on your LINE. In fact it is rare of you to leave your hive without your STABBY FISHING ROD. It will forever be your preferred weapon of choice. What other weapon has the DIVERSITY of allowing you not only to CAST A LINE but also allowing you to STAB YOUR PREY? None. You also have a large collection of COLORFUL BITS OF CORAL that you have found. You keep your CORAL strewn about your hive for you find it adds a good deal of COLOR and CHARACTER to your otherwise DARK and BLAND seafloor hive. Plus, the bigger pieces make great FURNITURE. But, despite your efforts to make your hive seem appealing, no one ever wants to visit you. Though, you consider for a moment that it may actually be HARD for people to find your hive, considering it blends into the darkness of the seafloor. Or it would if it wasn't for the DOOR and painfully OBVIOUS WINDOWS. The various HYDROTHERMAL VENTS that are in your hive may also be a problem. At least you NEVER GET COLD. Your respiteblock is rather large as well, considering it takes up the ENTIRE second/topmost floor. You really can't understand why no one would want to visit you. In fact, that makes you rather LONELY and FRUSTRATED. Time to go burn off some steam hunting again. Or maybe you will be lucky and someone would invite you to join them in some EXTREME ROLEPLAYING. You don't care for it enough to start up a ROLEPLAY yourself, but you certainly don't mind joining in.

Thankfully, you aren't that lonely at your hive thanks to your SHARK LUSUS. You get along fairly well with your lusus, providing she is FED. But that isn't too hard considering she will eat ALMOST ANYTHING you catch. In fact she accompanies you on your HUNTS often, getting whatever you don't feel like EATING YOURSELF. You do have quite the large APPETITE due to all that hunting and swimming around, after all.

You have noticed that you have a tendency to SCARE others. You think this may be the reason why no one really wants to hang out with you, but you really are trying to be NICE. It's not your fault you come off in such a way. You are starting to feel quite FRUSTRATED again. Another HUNTING TRIP would be rather nice right now.

Your trolltag is vehementHuntress and you tend to type in a rather strange aksent and a disregard of most forms of punktuation. You also konstantly chukle. A trait some find annoying kekeke.

**lightningRecluse** · 08-16-2011, 09:26 PM

>Be the pesky photographer.

><That is entirely nt nice.><

Fine. Be the clever, excitable photographer.

><That is so much better you have no idea.><

You are now AYAZME SHAMIA, and you are approximately 7 and a half sweeps old, however, you are commonly referred to as a troll who has barely stopped being a WIGGLER. Seriously, you're tiny. Your blood color is a DARK RED, and you fall nearly at the exact bottom of the hemospectrum. As for your views on said hemospectrum, it freaking SUCKS, but that's only because you ended up near the bottom of it. You also know that there is not much you can do to change it. So you show highbloods the respect that the system requires, but REFUSE to be pushed around.

This is half because of your upbringing, and half because of your environment. You were raised by a LARGE BLACK FEATHERBEAST, affectionately refered to as CROWMOM. Crowmom and you don't always get along, due to several differing points of view, namely your penchant for getting yourself into TROUBLE. You are remarkably good at that. But, if there's anything Crowmom taught you that you still live by, its that you will never take shit from ANYBODY.

The second reason you will never do this, your work environment, turns out to be a fairly liberal group in the media! You specifically, are the second in command of the best group of annoying photographers ever. Yes, you are talking about the TROLLERAZZI. The job SEEMS simple, yes, but is actually INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS. This is because the bodyguards protect the Celebrity trolls with their lives! So you gotta either beat them up or sneak around, and you are damn good at both. Its like they don't even know what hit em!

Thr reason they don't, is probably because of your PSYCHIC POWER. You think its pretty awesome, what with the ability to FLY and all. You can only do so for about an hour at a time before tuckering out, and at a max of 20 feet. But even then, the extra manuverabillity has saved your skin so many times. You've gotten really good at dodging attacks, which is good and bad, because you really can't take a punch. Your small frame doesn't help either. If you were to put a metaphor to it, you take a punch like wet tissue paper.

Lets take a moment to talk about your personality. You are BOLD, ECCENTRIC, constantly flitting from one thing to the next, almost NEVER STOPPING. Almost. You are also somewhat of a DAREDEVIL, and will take on challenges that are nearly suicidal just for the thrill of it. Shortly put, you like DANGER. Causing it, being in it... the works. It gets your blood pumping and you practially live off the stuff. Hence why you love your job so much. You are also easily prodded to do something. Very suggestible, especially if said suggestion sounds fun. NO MATTER the danger involved, [unless of course you WILL die by doing it, that's always a no no] you will do it.

You also love DRAMA. Weather it be in a TV show ie in real life, it is the best thing ever, and you LOVE TO CAUSE IT. And you also enjoy being a part if it, for absolutely no reason.
In the past, this has caused you to lie just to cause drama for others. Then again, if you didn't love drama, why would you do the work you do?

And finally your hobbies. You love your job so much, photography has turned into a full time thing. You are almost ALWAYS taking pictures of something, weather it be scenery, a random occurance, or another troll. You are NEVER seen without your camera. You love that thing like a human mother loves her human child. Not that you have any idea what that means. You have also discovered a love of STAR GAZING. It's the one peaceful activity that you seem to like to do. You also play video games every so often, though there is one that you spend more time playing than most... Trollhou. The bullets and the patters are just too crazy awesome, you even set your fetch modus to resemble playing the game! And you've spent a couple days in your hive, playing the newest one, Trollhou 13: Ten Desires.

You own 2 strife specubi, FANKIND and THROWINGKIND. The latter of which includes knifes and acupuncture needles. The fans you use are made of metal and extremely sharp.

Your fetch modus is BULLET HELL, which requires you to dodge a whole bunch of energy balls to retrieve an item, the rarer the item, the harder the pattern. You never captchalouge rare items for this very reason, the hardest difficulty is IMPOSSIBLE for you. Though the bullets do affect others...

Your trolltag is photogenicMalestrom, and you type in ><^ w^y that provides direction!><

If you were to ever play a certain game, you would be the Spy of Card in the Land of Lights and Action. Your consorts would be ravens.

TL;DR/extra

**Insani** · 08-17-2011, 01:05 AM

>Be the socially rejected wannabe scholar

▌I havḝ abandỡnḝd trỡll şỡciḝty by chỡicḝ, yỡu imbḝcilḝ.▐

>Fine, be the hunter-scholar

▌Vḝry wḝll.▐

Your name is Margus Vladis, and you are 9 sweeps old. You are a scholar and a hunter, you enjoy studying old ruins, and you've basically abandoned troll society. Although you know you'll have to join the military at 10 sweeps, you're making the most of your current life. You are a rather serious individual, as well.

Your interests include studying old ruins, namely old texts, which you are able to understand thanks to your psychic power, hunting, and generally living a life of solitude. You move around Alternia commonly, you abandoned your hive many sweeps ago for a life away from troll society.

You believe in providing for yourself, knowledge, and maintaining your physical abilities. Due to this, you make sure to learn and hunt as much as you can, training yourself mental and physically. You are very intelligent, and a hunter such as yourself is easily able to take down alternian wildlife. You wield BLADEKIND and BOWKIND, with which you have become quite skilled at.

Your psychic power is to instantly understand texts after focusing on them for a few seconds. You are not able to identify the language, or what the individual letters mean, but you are able to know the meaning, know what it says. This works on any form of language, even some of the ancient texts that are picture-based.

Due to this, your dreams of becoming a scientist, a scholar, maybe even a warrior have been crushed violently due to your power. You've already been chosen to be a form of spy / translator, allowing the empire to decode messages and also assimilate any technology easily, which your power will help with, due to you being able to quickly understand instructions.

You were, once, a social troll. When you were six sweeps, you were in a matespritship with a highblood. A seadweller, to be precise. She was a fine girl, and you loved her, you were sure she loved you. However, another seadweller, a male, higher than her on the hemospectrum, convinced her to murder and abandon a 'dirty lowblood', aka you, and get into a relationship with someone higher and more noble, aka him. Long story short, you killed her, and the seadweller won't be using his left arm for a while.

After this, you fled into the jungle, tired of being persecuted because you were born with a brown blood instead of blood of a more purple hue. You were tired of troll society, and took up a life of solitude, where you could hunt, maintain your mental and physical abilities, and be safe from any more betrayals.

You travel alternia with your lusus, a loyal houndbeast, who taught you the basics of survival when you were younger. He's a loyal beast, and as such, you have inherited your loyalty. You believe in fairness between bloods, and loyalty to those close to you, although, due to most trolls not being as loyal as you, you maintain a small, tight group of friends.

You don't have a hive anymore, rather, every once in a while, when you move to a new area, you and your lusus build up a small cabin, fortify a cave, or whatever else you can do for proper shelter. You move often, but a lot of times you just sleep in the ruins you find, after lots of studying.

Your fetch modus is RIDDLE, and you must decode a riddle. This is hilariously easy due to your psychic power.

Your trollTag is ancientIntellectual and you ▌Typḝ likḝ any rḝşpḝctablḝ şchỡlar şhỡuld, with a bit ỡf a typing accḝnt aş a şidḝ ḝffḝct ỡf yỡur intḝnşḝ ştudy ỡf anciḝnt tḝxtş.▐

Summary

**Jbot** · 08-17-2011, 04:37 AM

> Be the calcium obsessed troll

I'd be lyIng If I saId that wasn't true!(8-E)

Your name is Vennro Ungral.
You are 7 and a half solar sweeps old. You are green blooded, content with life, and there's not much you would like to change about it. Perhaps you could use a few more friends though.

You are generally OPTIMISTIC and at times easily EXCITABLE; this has betrayed you in your efforts to get others to take you seriously. You don't have much of a temper, so it takes something particularly angering to bring out your RAGE. You do tend to get lonely easily, so you use SKELETONS to keep you company.

Speaking of skeletons, your favorite thing in all of Alternia is BONES, from the distal phalanges to skulls. This love is BORDERING ON FETISHISTIC. You spend much of your free time acquiring more bones to litter your hive with, excavating for them or extracting them from the RECENTLY DECEASED. Another, but lesser, interest of yours is TROLL HISTORY. Knowing of your great race's past helps you understand more about the non-bone-but-still-shiny objects you find in your excavations.

Your greatest find is what you believe to be the skull of your ANCESTOR. Sadly, you cannot confirm this for the only evidence of its relation to you is its horns. You have discovered though that the skull has strange abilities. Whenever it is attached to a skeleton, the skeleton becomes ANIMATED. You can control the skeleton through the skull, provided you are touching it. You usually just ride on your skeletons' backs and use the skull as a steering-wheel; you enjoy this activity GREATLY. You are not totally sure where the skull's power comes from, but you hope you can use it to realize your dream of becoming a MORTIGICIAN, death-based psychics who use their abilites to aid in the war.

Your HIVE resides in a large and dark forest where you don't see many other trolls. Only the very top of the hive is visible as much of it is underground; it has grown over the years with all your digging. Your lusus, a very large TOOTHED WORM, assists you in your digs and is very good at picking the meat off of bones. You two share an OK bond, but it'd be stronger if he didn't nag you or dig holes for you to fall in.

If you were to play some game that would destroy your planet, you would be the MAGE OF LIFE in the LAND OF TREES AND WISPS.

Your trollTag is limeyMortician and you capItalIze your I's because they look lIke bones, and always end your sentences with an awesome skull! (8-E)

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**narcolepticBeanie** · 08-18-2011, 12:03 AM

> Be the delightfully purple troll

Thank you for zaying zo! It IZ the bezt colour!

Your name is ZOLTAC TAQUEL and you enjoy PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION.

You aspire to become a paranormal investigator when you grow up, there's MANY questions unanswered out there. Fortunately for you, you do not plan on growing up anytime soon, you are quite immature and prone to ranting. You have a passion for COLLECTING BEANIE LIZARDS, because you adore lizards, they are your favourite thing. You take your favourite beanie, "BOOTY" around with you everywhere, his safety is your number one concern.

Quite noticably, your blood is PURPLE, and why wouldn't it be? Purple is the best colour there is, you love it more than anything, to you, it should be the highest blood since it is the best colour. Though you are quite ranty and energy filled at times, you do seem to have a NARCOLEPSY problem, you tend to fall asleep all too often. Other than that you are from a part of your planet that most resembles England on Earth, you enjoy TEA, CRUMPETS and other stereotypical british things. Your LUSUS is a giant lizard, naturally and you both go on paranormal investigations together, though you often get scared.

Your Trolltag is narcolepticBeanie and your speech tendz to zimulate the znoring you do nekzt to all the time when you zleep.

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TROLL NOTES:
His name is an anagram of a Lizard god.
His logo is a symbol version of my art logo.
His horns represent his logo and look like Lizard horns.
He resembles myself.

General Information
Name = Zoltac Taquel
Trolltag = narcolepticBeanie
Blood/Text = Purple
Age = 8 Sweeps
Quirk = Sss sounds are replaced with a Z (S and sometimes C) and X is replaced with KZ.
Lusus = A giant Lizard
Strife Specibus = Magic staffkind
Fetch Modus = ProtonModus - Your Modus shoots out a proton beam to pick up items, though when you release items, it will release one at random, which is tiresome. Though it can captchalogue ghosts!
SGRUB Title/Land: Land of Rainbows and Tea
Title: MAGE OF MATURITY

Hope everyone likes ^^

**AmazingEggplant** · 08-18-2011, 01:05 AM

>Be the Benedict

Ya bettah watch ya mouth ya insoalent loawblood.

Er...be the suave one

Noaw that is more like it.

(note: spoilered for length)

Your chumhandle is guileAgent and you talk like ya bettah then moast people.

(TL;DR)

**narcolepticBeanie** · 08-18-2011, 01:22 AM

Hahaha I like him!

**Bdthemag** · 08-18-2011, 03:58 AM

>Be the Anarchist guy.

HELL YE^H WE'RE BEING THE ^N^RCHIST GUY.

Your name is DRESKU LEVRUS and you are 6 SOLAR SWEEPS old, which is equivalent to 13 HUMAN YEARS. Your blood color is RED meaning that you are quite low on the Alternian hierarchy caste. Your symbol of choice is an A which stands for ANARCHY, although your friends say it stands for something a lot less pleasant.

You hate the blood hierarchy system with a fierce passion, and you dream of living in a CASTELESS GOVERNMENT. Although no one seems to like this idea, you constantly try to convince everyone otherwise.

Now onto your INTERESTS; You enjoy READING, especially a large set of ancient books you found explaining the concepts of LONG FORGOTTEN GOVERNMENTS. You also enjoy COMPUTER HACKING, you claim to be an expert hacker but your really just a SCRIPT WRIGGLER. You occasionally FLARP, but you only do it because your friends do it all of the time.

Being an ANARCHISTIC TROLL, you tend to hate a lot of things. You really fucking hate HIGHBLOODS, mainly because they think they are better than you. Because of this belief you tend to get the SHIT BEATEN OUT OF YOU, by other trolls. Did I mention your not a really good fighter?

Your weapon of choice is your TRUSTY KNIFE, which you use to STAB THINGS. You can't wield much else since your not really strong, but you also keep a HANDAXE on you for the tougher fights. You also fucking hate it when people contact you on Trollian. (Which means you totally should do that.)

Your LUSUS is a GRYPHON, and it is currently ALIVE. Although from what you've been hearing from other trolls lately, this probally won't be the case in the future.

Your trolltag is anarchistRebel, ^ND YOU TEND TO H^VE PROBLEMS PR0UN0UNCING A'S AND O's, SO YOU JUST REPL^CE THEM. YOU ^LS0 C^N'T SEEM TO KEEP Y0UR V0ICE D0WN.

**Technolyzé Calliope** · 08-18-2011, 05:56 AM

>Be the Enigmatic Composer

Done.

Your name is AMELAI EUTERP, and information regarding your existence will be explained at an unknown date. For now, deal with your confined existence of non self-identification.

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

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