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[dragonLights]

(I am guessing that the lack of responses in the crit thread means that this is at least acceptable! So here I go.)

>Be the psychic psycho

|) That's a bit un(a||ed for. (((

>Be the metaphysics researcher

|) MU(H better, thank you! (((



You are now ROSHAN VANGAL, and you stand here at approximately 6 sweeps old.

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As may be inferred by your appearance and the above statement, you enjoy studying the psychic abilities of your species and how they are produced. You aim to replicate these abilities via your machines, though admittedly you've hit a few snags. After all, there's only so much you can find out without an actual psychic subject, and most of the time they're not exactly willing to sit down for a bit of experimental brain surgery. You've had a few run-ins with fellow lowbloods you've attempted to--ahem--recruit, and thus have had very little actual experience with your intended subjects.

However, that doesn't mean you haven't learned plenty! Through a bit of reconaissance, favors and diligence, you've managed to fill several binders full of your notes and discoveries. You're at the start of experimenting with recreating these powers with a combination of robotics and neurotechnology, but most of them have been failures. At least you've gotten guinea pi--you mean other trolls to test them out first! They're mostly lowbloods without powers, because hey, if they're weak enough to want them in the first place, they might as well try something crazy instead of waiting around to be culled, right? Right? Yeah. You thought so.

You always make sure to secure an escape route in case things go wrong, however, as you sometimes don't... inform your test subjects of the danger your machines may pose to their neural functions. After the close calls mentioned earlier, you don't like to take chances. You also make sure to never conduct your experiments near your hive, lest some fool come looking for revenge! Pah, what is it with these close-minded trolls? Sacrifices must be made in the name of progress!

It seems worth noting that you yourself have a psychic ability, which is to sense what sort of supernatural power another troll has. You learn this information by suddenly feeling as if you can use that power, though obviously you can't. This ability is what encouraged your research in the first place--there are so many skills a troll can be born with! It's fascinating; how could you not look for answers?

You are VERY sensitive about your research. Notes have to be kept in perfect order (though they're nearly illegible when handwritten), parts must be kept in their proper places at all times (sometimes you get into fights with Alex over this when he messes with whatever shiny object he sees in the corner), and if you hear anything that implies it isn't important for the entirety of the Alternian Empire, you will start raging very quickly. You have been known to give a good whap on the head with your staff for such reasons.

You're used to getting the short end of the stick due to the hemospectrum, but you've learned to make due with what you can. You tend to get around it by the use of speech, appealing to and flattering higher bloods for resources when you can't get the necessary parts alone. Sometimes you aren't great, however, and you can have a hard time convincing other trolls how important psychic research is.

Your life has been pretty good considering you're a yellowblood, however. Instead of being disgusted by the status, you fully accept it, as you wouldn't have been able to sense psychic powers at a higher caste. Over the sweeps you've been in a few scuffles, but nothing major, just standard troll fare. There haven't been that many other trolls you've bonded with. It isn't completely from a lack of trying; there just hasn't been anyone who's caught your eye. You do have a few contacts, however, and you're always eagar to share new ideas.

You can be somewhat naive. You want to see trolls of all castes have the ability to manifest a psychic power, naturally or otherwise. You're just so fascinated by them that you can't see the obvious result of such a future--higher bloods (being generally stronger, more long-lived, resistant to psychic abilities and more violent than trolls of lower blood color) would likely wipe the planet clean of most of the lower castes, if not all of them. Most of the time, however, you think ahead to try and figure out the consequences of your actions, though it's more on a how-can-you-get-home-safely-today basis.

When you're not working on your research, you like to solve puzzles and play board games. Most of the time you're pretty good at them, but you have your off days like everyone else. Occasionally you enjoy card games and the like, but only when there's some form of mental activity going on; games of pure chance don't interest you. Your favorite games include Trollopoly, chess and backgammon, and you often find yourself lost in weekly online sudoku puzzles. Time sure does pass when you're having fun.

Your lusus is a raven who you like to call Alex, and he isn't too hard to get along with. You both seem to be driven by a sense of curiosity, and he's always bringing back some new object for the two of you to examine. He also seems to enjoy puzzles as much as you do, as you often catch him messing with some of your things when he thinks you're not looking. In fact, it was thanks to your resourceful lusus bringing in trinkets and spare parts that your idea of creating devices to replicate psychic abilities came about. Unfortunately, sometimes he forgets you're not a crow and brings back "food" that ends up being trash or rotten, and you're not exactly keen on eating that kind of thing. If it came down to that or dying, sure, but so far you've managed just fine by skipping meals every time he does that.

Your hive is located on the cliff of a plateau not far from a forest. It's just far enough from civilization to be secluded but close enough that you don't have to travel for days just to get a few specialized parts or equipment. When you're feeling particularly lazy, you get your lusus to fly you out for the day. Your hive, while a bit cramped, is otherwise comfortable, and you try to organize everything neatly, or at least in piles of the same thing. You even have a pile of shiny things in the corner just for Alex.

When you want to throw around ideas with others, you sit at your desk and get on your rather elaborate computer setup. It has more than one screen so you can chat and do useful things too!

Your trolltag is preternaturalErudition and you're |) A|ways tuned in to the psy(hi( frequen(ies of other tro||s! (((

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Name: Roshan Vangal
Symbol: I made it up oops
Blood/Text Color: Goldenrod (#DAA520)
Lusus: Crow
Quirk: |) Surrounds a|| text with an ear and psy(hi( waves (((
Strife Specibus: staffKind
Fetch Modus: Rubix cube
SBURB Title: Guide of Balance
SBURB Land: Land of Terrace and Echo

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Third time revamped.
>Be the excitable pyrokinetic.
VF: Absolutely!

Sprite by pootpourri.
Success!

Your name is Silvestra Pyrine (Vestra being six letters). You are 5.08 alternian sweeps, equivelant to 11 years. You are very excitable and optimistic, and your symbol is a Vesta ⚶, after the Roman goddess of hearth and home.

You are known to be pretty good with electronics, but you don't flaunt it. You have an ability to control and summon fire, a skill you don't flaunt either.It is shared by your lusus. She is an ass and very protective of you. All animals are your friends, they hang around our hive all the time. You enjoy engaging in online roleplaying sometimes, but aren't really interested in Flarping.
You really love drawing and are pretty good at it, as well as figuring out most electronics and playing guitar. You usually sleep at night due to your love for the sun, and also love meeting new trolls. This usually results in you falling asleep out of a recuperacoon or going somewhere at night when tired.

You ancestor's name was Pyrodéte Vesteria, and in the chest you found there was a journal as well as the fireproof outfit that you now wear.

None of you quadrants are filled.

Your trolltag is vesterianFlame and you speak with absolutely perphect grammar except with your habit of replacing f with ph and saying absolutely a lot.

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Name: Silvestra Artemis
Trolltag: vesterianFlame (I have pesterchum.)
Age: 5.08 Sweeps
Title: Keeper of flames.
Planet: Land of flames and sparks (LOFAS)
Dreams On: Prospit
Hive: Very small one level hive, one respiteblock with a bathroom and a kitchen seperate. One barn-like basement for her lusus and lots of colourful fruit trees and plants surrounding.
Strife Specibus: Flamekind.
Text/Blood Color: Bright mandarin orange.
Typing Quirk: Normal syntax and grammar, only replacing f with ph and excessive use of the word absolutely.
Personality: Witty and funny, nerdish and loves drawing. Enjoys the sun.
Shirt Symbol: Vesta ⚶.
Fetch Modus: Math quiz. When selecting a card she must answer a math question to get the item. Difficulty varies by how important the item is.
Lusus: Ass (donkey), very protective and eats lots of hay and plants.

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[Gunge]

The guy at the top, you really need to have your text colour match your symbol colour. Also, save as a .png, please use a normal-sized sprite, and there are stray pixels.

Sorry if I just came off as rude, the hair is very nice.

[Temperencia]

>Enter Name.



Your name is AESTAR FARLEN, an EIGHT SWEEPED BLUEBLOOD THAT IS AWFULLY CLOSE TO GRAY, and you’re kinda DISTANT FROM OTHERS TO SUM YOU UP.

Since you resided behind a WATERFALL, you didn't really TALK TO ANYONE. Well, you have, but only for about TWO MINUTES and that’s all. It's not like you're SHY OR SCARED to talk to anyone, you're just wondering if you will SAY THE RIGHT THING. You actually NEVER TALKED TO ANYONE EXCLUDING PESTERCHUM AND YOUR LUSII.

Even though you don't talk alot, you have many INTERESTING HOBBIES. Or so you think they are. You enjoy looking through the LATEST TEEN MAGAZINES, mainly because you want to see the LATEST TRENDS to fit in. This also goes with FASHION MAGAZINES, even though you don’t care much about FASHION. You don't actually buy the PRODUCTS though, since your LUSUS is really CAUTIOUS about CAEGARS.

You guess SOMETHING INTERESTING about you is that you enjoy the ART OF SCULPTING. You don’t really make DISHES OR BOWLS anymore; the dishes your lusus purchases are much more elegant and professional than yours. Not that you mind. Now, you just make DECORATIONS for the HIVE.

Another HOBBY you like is VOICE ACTING. Of course, you never really PERFORMED IN FRONT OF ANYONE. You don’t really DREAM OF DOING SO EITHER. You’ve recorded a bit of your VOICE ACTING, but you didn’t show it to anyone yet, mainly since you’re worried that you’ll be BETTER THAN THE BEST, and then making that person dislike you. But then again, trolls are a violent race, so they’ll most likely hate you for most things.

You are a FULLOUT TRAVELER. Or at least, your LUSUS is. She enjoys dragging along on her TRIPS. Sadly, you never really WENT ON TOURS, which got in the way of your SOCIAL LIFE. You went almost ALL AROUND THE WORLD, which was pretty POINTLESS. As you travel around the world, you didn’t really have any SOUVINIRS OR PHOTOS, thus leaving your ROOM BORING AND OLD, with the exception of your SCULPTURES. However, your lusus is thinking of remaining in this spot, which may give you the chance to ACTUALLY DO ACTIVITIES.

Not much happened in your PAST, since well, you know, you lived behind a WATERFALL. You sculpt, you voice act alone, the only thing that ever happens to you are your HOBBIES AND GOING ON THE INTERNET, you much rather to stay inside rather than reach out for the unknown.

At the moment, you live on top of a HIVESTEM. Inside a hive. It’s pretty SILLY, but you don’t care. Because.. why not? It’s not like you’re violating any laws.

…Are you?

Your LUSUS, ULSERESINE, is possibly the COOLEST SLOTH EVER. She tries to fit in by using CHEMICALS to GROW HER FUR ON HER HEAD, and somehow make PRETTY HAIRSTYLES with it. She can do MANY THINGS, such as DJ-ING, BEING A TATTOO ARTIST, and can even RIDE ON A MOTORCYCLE. She’s A LOT BETTER THAN YOU TOO, but doesn’t make anything since you know, she’s a sloth. You don’t really LOOK UP TO HER, as she prefers to be INDEPENDENT. To her, FOLLOWERS ARE MAJOR DISTRACTIONS.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS would probably be KNIFEKIND due to your HOBBY OF SCULPTING, but instead, you use BLENDERKIND. You never really USED IT BEFORE, so you're still thinking if you should use it to make things messy or just use it as a blunt weapon.

Your TROLLTAG is acquiescentContessa and You just separate your apostrophes because you kinda don ' t really know what else to use .

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Name: Aestar Farlen (A star fallen, meaning the star is all alone now, somewhat like Aestar.)
Age: 8 Sweeps.
Likes: Sculpting, voice acting.
Dislikes: More like doesn't care, and that's most things.
Personality: Distant from others, passive, a giant tool. Kinda.
Word to sum her up: Loner.
Lusus: Sloth + Hair Growth Chemicals.
Strife Specibus: Blenderkind.
Hive: A hive on top of a hivestem.

[Squiddy Attack]

>Be the hot girl.

You are now the hot girl. You very quickly discover that the girl is not hot in the sense that means physically attractive, but in the sense that it's really hot in here.



(Original picture of character -- thanks much, Riot!):

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Your name is HEFNEA DIETHE. You are about seven and a half sweeps old, roughly equivalent to sixteen Earth years.

You have a passion for METALWORKING. To this end you have constructed a significant part of your hive over an OPEN LAVA POOL you use, somehow, in relation to your THERMAL SHAPER-- er, FORGE. It is because of the COMPLICATED SMITHING ARRANGEMENTS you have set up inside most of your hive that the whole place is very HOT all the time. You find it unpleasant, but pretend not to as best you can, because that would be a SISSY THING TO DO.

You are NOT A SISSY. It's not like you work your nub off trying to prove it, but you INSIST YOU ARE NOT. You even cooled your DARKLY COLORED METAL BRACERS right on your forearms. Ouch. It's unlikely those are ever coming off. Good thing that doesn't matter much to you. You're a relatively laid-back kind of troll. Even if you are QUIETLY GROUCHY most of the time, your QUIET GROUCHINESS is directed at LIFE'S MISFORTUNES more than your fellow trolls. Except when your fellow trolls are part of life's misfortunes.

Since life is FULL OF MISFORTUNES, you spend most of your time inside your hive. When you aren't POUNDING THINGS INTO USEFUL SHAPES, you are sometimes randomly pushing FURNITURE around, being never satisfied with your hive's layout, and mostly wasting time on your HUSKTOP. Part of the reason you MOVE FURNITURE a lot is because you actually kind of like INTERIOR DECORATING. Not that you would ever admit it to anyone, both because YOU SUCK AT IT and it is a VERY SILLY THING TO DO.

Your LUSUS is a SIX-LEGGED SLIMEBEAST the size of a small tiger, whatever a tiger is. A SIX-LEGGED SLIMEBEAST kinda-sorta resembles a mythical human SALAMANDER with ARMOR PLATES; not that you necessarily have any idea what a mythical salamander is, but the narrator is telling you for comparison. She was much more active when you were young, but now she mainly spends all her time SLEEPING and sometimes gets up to STEAL YOUR FOOD when you're not looking.

You have your STRIFE SPECIBUS set to TONGSKIND, which, while useful for squishing your enemies, seem kind of silly to you and you occasionally consider things that might be BETTER WEAPONS. Your FETCH MODUS is set to SHARD, which basically means you hit it until the thing you want breaks off. You are also looking for a NEW FETCH MODUS.

Your blood is a MOSTLY GREENISH TEAL, which in your mind makes you the most middling of middling midway trolls. You sometimes like to borrow HIGHBLOOD VERNACULAR, but this is merely because it seems SIMPLER to you. You seem to have genetically dodged any possibility of PSYCHIC POWERS but you're PRETTY OKAY WITH THAT.

Your trolltag is transitionalFerrokine [TF], and you don't fu//y enun¢iate a// of your speec##.

You're not sure what your SYMBOL means, but you find it SIMPLISTICALLY INTERESTING.

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Name: Hefnea Diethe
Blood: Mostly-greenish teal
Age: 7.5 solar sweeps
Lusus: Slightly dragon-shaped insectthing
Fetch Modus: Shard
Strife Specibus: Tongskind
TrollTag: transitionalFerrokine
Quirk: Substitutes ## for H and // for double-Ls; also ¢ for Cs.

((First trollposting. I's slightly nervous! ><))

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[Overlard]

> Be The Saboteur



ayE, that'd bE mE.

> Hey! Where are your horns?



RiGht hERE. jEEz.



Your name is SEANTI VELDIN and you are 9.5 SWEEPS OLD! Your BROWNISH YELLOWISH (???) BLOOD doesn't matter to you. What does matter is GETTING SWEET, SWEET REVENGE. On the high bloods of course. They totally have it coming.

Perhaps I should expound on your little issue with the high bloods, eh? You see, a PERIOD OF INDETERMINATE TIME AGO you were in a race! You were driving, and about to take FIRST PLACE when the BLUE BLOODED (several time champ) shot your tires out! That JERK won instead of you! You and your BEST FRIEND were PISSED. So against the advice of several friends, you two tailed the high blood back to his hive to steal his RACING SCUTTLE BUGGY. You successfully did so, and drove it off a cliff in revenge. You both were SO HAPPY. And then you got caught and knocked out. When you woke up, the blue blood was just finishing torturing your BEST FRIEND. He was rather irritated about what you had done. For SOME REASON he thought you were a spy for some low blood resistance group or something. So after a few harsh words and you telling him to 'Shove it up his fucking arsehole', he shot your friend to death. Several of his friends/guards had to restrain you after you broke loose in a FURY. Much later, you broke the neck of the guard assigned to locking you up and quickly escaped. But not before vowing REVENGE on the blue blood who did this to you both. This kinda extended to high bloods in general, oopsie.

ANYWAY, now you are an eternal quest to find the blue blood who did this to you and get your revenge. What you DON'T KNOW is that he has already left Alternia after having been drafted! Sucks for you! Ah well, in the mean time, let's discuss your OTHER INTERESTS, shall we?

Your OTHER INTERESTS include DRINKING, BRAWLING, and maybe RACING. Sometimes. Your whole REVENGE deal kinda consumes a lot of time. You actually like to EXPLODE things that belong to the government. You don't actually KNOW how to make bombs, but you can plant them pretty easily! You don't really race much anymore, it brings up bad memories of your friend. The brawling is just plain fun! Who doesn't love a good brawl? Maybe one day you will reach a fabled brouhaha? Hopefully. Drinking is also fun! Mostly so you can 'drown your sorrows' as it were. It should also be noted that you enjoy TROLLMANIZING. You are totally such a rugged charmer. Not. But you like to sarcastically think you are a pretty good charmer. You also collect STOLEN LOOT from some high bloods. You like to call it CONTRABAND. Mostly because it sounds all cool and stuff.

Hell, being a low blood ain't all bad, by the way. You got a power of your own. It's not much though. You seem to be able psychically tell how much time is left on your bombs from far off. It seems to represent itself as a slowly depleting circle to your eyes. Or mind. Whatever. Its saved you a couple self-inflicted explosions when you see how much time you've got left to abscond. It doesn't really have any drawbacks as far as you can tell. Eh. It's not that applicable to combat anyway, so it's all fair you guess.

Your lusus is a GREY FOX. He's small enough to stay near you at most times, and sly enough to be 0KAY with your little rebellion schtick. He can also be a fast little sucker, able to run as fast as 42 MPH. You would know, since you checked his speed a few times. You nerd. Foxdad is pretty cunning as it is, and taught you how to climb around the buildings in your city! You'd like to think you're a free climbing enthusiast, but you're really not all that into it. It IS good for getting around at least. But you're still not very good at it, and tend to move rather slow while climbing around like a lunatic.

Your hive? It's in the middle of what passes for a TROLL CITY. It's in one of the poorer districts, obviously. Plus it's a hivestem. So generally you are surrounded by your LOW BLOODED peers, which is always a plus in your book. If you had a book. Which you don't. You're not very classy. ANYWAY, your hive is quite basic, having only what you need and nothing more. Meaning a small kitchen, a recuperacoon, and maybe a radio. TV is a bit expensive for you at the moment. It would be easier to afford if you actually bothered to SELL that loot, but alas, you must collect them.

Now before anyone gets on your case for your STYLE, it's just comfortable and efficient clothing for you! It's not like you're really into high falootin' fashion and such. That SATCHEL you got by your side actually contains several grenades and other such deadly things. Really, don't go sticking your hand in there if you don't want to set something off. It's deadly in a bag. You're not even sure what your symbol is supposed to be. You never really cared enough to find out and just roll with it.

Your actual opinion on the hemospectrum? Blue and above can go die in a fiery hole made of fires and explosions, redundancy not included. Greens are kinda iffy, and they annoy you. Anyone below is alright you guess, but you're always on the watch for turncoats and traitors. Gotta be careful in this business yo. And then anon-bloods. God you love anon-bloods. They're living examples of flipping off the spectrum. You don't do it yourself, mostly because you think it's a bit pointless since you get into an awful lot of fights. But you DO make sure not to make your (platonic) hatred for high bloods obvious. You are quite polite with them, even when you're SEETHING inside. They'll get theirs when you detonate a bomb somewhere important.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to SATCHEL. What? You were expecting anything else? Basically, you have to dig around in your satchel for the correct card. Not literally the satchel at your side, your modus acts as one. It's basically a GRAB BAG with random chance for getting your desired item out. A tad annoying in retrospect, but you're not really sure if you can even change it at this point. Ah well.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is....well, your STRIFE SPECUBI are fistKind, bombKind, and pistolKind. Anything more than that and your head starts to hurt from keeping track of the ones in your strife portfolio. You're sure you could use others, but then your STRIFE SPECIBUS might wig out at suddenly using something not allocated to it. Oh well.

If you ever play a SILLY GAME FOR ROLEPLAYING CHILDREN, you would be the PAGE OF LIFE in the land of METAL and EXPLOSIONS. Yikes.

Your trolltag is brawlingFiend and you tend to EmphasizE how much you waNt REVENGE foR youR fRiENd.

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Name: Seanti Veldin
Age: 9.5 sweeps
Caste: Browny yellowish (???)
Symbol: French Resistance
Quirk: Capitalizes any of the letters in REVENGE whenever and wherever they appear, and only them
Lusus: Grey Fox
Fetch Modus: Satchel
Strife Specibi: bombKind, fistKind, and pistolKind
Title: Page of Life
Land: Land of Metal and Explosions

All sprites by prussianMoose. She is awesome.

[Dudemaster47]

>Be the stalker chick that's chock full of scorpion venom



Your name is DRAPIA SKORPI and you're a JUSTICE NUT.

Of course, you're not exactly the kind of justice nut that's always studying law and wasting your time on IDLE PURSUITS. You're far more interested in pursuing STREET JUSTICE, taking vengeance on any trolls who have wronged you or those that you know. Your dream is to join the infamous DEATHSTALKER division of the LEGISLACERATORS, a special unit of trolls who are sent out to track down and take out trolls who are TOO CUNNING OR DANGEROUS TO BE ALLOWED TO STAND TRIAL. (The unit was established after a particularly notable event in which an infamous criminal used an unexpected psychic power to not only kill the legislacerator who brought her in but HIS HONORABLE TYRANNY AS WELL.)

You are also highly interested in ROMANCE and ROMANTIC COMEDIES. You've spent many a day in your first two sweeps stuck in the 'coon watching them. As a result, you've developed an EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE OF THE FOUR QUADRANTS.

You got sick a lot because your GIANT SCORPION lusus is an angry, compulsive stinger. You were hatched with a natural resistance to your lusus's powerful neurotoxins, and she stung you so many times that your resistance developed into FULL BLOWN IMMUNITY. This immunity led to an unusual effect, where your body began to integrate the injected scorpion venom into yourself. Venom has been building up inside of you for years, faster and in greater quantities than your body can get rid of. Instead, it builds up inside of your bloodstream, spreading to all the various fluids in your body and becoming far more concentrated than even your lusus's. Your originally teal blood has been corrupted into a disgusting blue-green by the venom.

Needless to say, your interests in JUSTICE AND ROMANCE have COMBINED. You spend a great deal of time on your VARIOUS RED AND BLACK AFFAIRS with your victims. You have dated the worst scum on the face of Alternia in your pursuit of justice.

Never past first base though. It's not like you can get anywhere past a kiss even if you WANTED to. You know, since your spit, like your blood, is FUCKING TOXIC. Pretty much guaranteed death, even.

You've spent a long time trying to find an anti-venom for yourself so that you can be able to pursue TRUE ROMANCE instead of the act that you put on for your victims. So far, you haven't succeeded.

Unrelated to all of this is your interest in PLAYING CARDS. You have a particular fondness for the numbered cards, using them frequently as a reason to get together with your friends and to break the ice when meeting new people. You do, of course, have a favorite card. You are EXTREMELY FOND of the NUMBER 8 and you always keep either an EIGHT OF SPADES or an EIGHT OF HEARTS on your person, believing them to bring you good luck on your "ROMANTIC" ENDEAVORS.

You even keep objects in sets of 8. It's become kind of an obsessive-compulsive thing.

In fact, your obsession with the number 8 is beyond it being your lucky number and has become one bordering on the fetishistic. You supposed you should stop obsessing over the number but...

Well, addictions ARE a powerful thing.

Anyway, your Modus is the SOLITAIRE MODUS and your weapon is a CAT O' 9 TAILS SANS ONE TAIL. Which means your modus is, of course, 8/9cto9tlkind.

Your trolltag is arachnidsGame and you talk in a flirtatious manner, always calling others 8a8e or hon as your personal pet name.

[Pious_Adjudicator]

>Be the troll paladin

Name: Gilray Sharia
Age: 6 (Sweeps)
Blood: Jade (#00BE4F)
Lusus: Falcon
Symbol: Olive Wreath
Strife Specibus: sword-spearKind
Fetch Modus: Counter Modus
Title: Templar of Sol
Land: Land of Law and Angels
Consorts: Salamanders
Dreams On: Prospit
trollTag: piousAdjudicator
Quirk: replacing T with †

You are GILRAY SHARIAH, and you are an OVERZEALOUS KNIGHT. You bow down to even the most INANE WHIMS of those higher than you on the hemospectrum in a bizarre display of UNWAVERING FEALTY. Conversely you have little patience for low bloods, and you tend to come off as A LITTLE BIT RACIST. This is not to say that you will not associate or, at times, even get along with the peasantry. You simply realize that they are COMPLETELY WORTHLESS. Well, you say that. But lately you've been questioning such harsh assertions. When you were younger it was very easy to internalize that type of doctrine, and even now you rarely question it, but rarely is still part of the time. More than once you've asked yourself (though you would NEVER vocalize such BLASPHEMY!) if the gutterbloods were really all that bad after all. These thoughts are of course quashed swiftly, but...they linger.

Prejudices aside, you are a fairly AMICABLE sort, known to be a GOOD LISTENER and a PROBLEM SOLVER. You firmly believe that anything worth doing is worth doing completely and doing right. Once you are on a roll you become nearly impossible to shut up- and what's more, you possess a FORMIDABLY LOUD VOICE. So loud. So very loud. You are quick to come to the defense of those around you and, despite your love of COMBAT, you try to keep your involvement in it to a minimum where possible. DEATH is an unavoidable part of your way of life, but that does not necessarily mean you relish it. Unless it is "JUST". Then it is a goddom murder world tour and you are the STAR OF THE SHOW.

Such things are easily put aside with a proper distraction however, and you find that in the form of HUNTING. But not in the way that most trolls hunt. Hardly. You are brazen enough to hunt in BROAD DAYLIGHT. There is simply no better way to sharpen one's skills. This is the only way to do it right. However, you very easily succumb to a rather crippling affliction of TUNNEL VISION. An offensive player to a T, you lock onto a target and with enough adrenaline, you can’t see a damn thing other than your quarry. However, you do have something working in your favor, in so far as having a friendly pair of eyes on your back. You hunt alongside your lusus, a MAGNIFICENT (only marginally larger than normal sized) FALCON. More than once he has picked off a beast you were just a little to preoccupied to take notice of. You wield a STRANGE WEAPON of your own design. At a glance, it appears to be a sword, but if the handle is gripped properly and swung, it extends to the length of a polearm! Your HIVE is situated against the side of an especially steep MOUNTAIN, and it is on this mountain that you hunt all varieties of aggressor, ZOMBIE and BEAST alike.

Further honing your technique is your fetch modus: the COUNTER MODUS. In order to retrieve an item, you must simply call for it... then a TOTEM fashioned from a captcha card will appear, and instantly strike at you with a weapon of its choosing. If you successfully counter this strike with one of your own, the TOTEM is defeated and your item relinquished. If you fail, you get nothing but a booming, hollow LAUGH from a BIG STONE JERK. Things become still more complicated if more than one item is called for at a time, as one can imagine.

There’s nothing better for hunting than THRASH METAL. Trolltallica is a favorite, as well as Megatrol. You’ve heard much of their rivalry, but you mostly ignore it. You also enjoy Alice in Trolls, and a healthy dose of Dave Trohl.

So many puns.

You had a friend show you how to wire your hive in such a way that your stereo system is audible in EVERY ROOM. There is no escaping the vocal styling of Troll Staley.

You strongly believe in upholding your AUTONOMY. If you could not properly fend for yourself, what sort of KNIGHT would you be? You carry this belief into all aspects of your lifestyle, from MAINTAINING YOUR WEAPONRY to the TAILORING OF YOUR CLOTHES. This makes you something of a JACK OF ALL TRADES, but you are certainly better at certain things than you are at most others. For instance: you are a fairly able combatant, and related activities come to you rather naturally, but you have a VERY WEAK GRASP of things like MATHEMATICS and COMPLEX CIRCUITRY. To a point, anything beyond basic level knowledge of a given topic beyond the realm of your interests is pretty much beyond you without a lot of committed effort.

Lastly, and this is rather embarrassing, you are rather comically AFRAID OF THE DARK. Where in battle you can hold your own against relatively powerful adversaries, an errant shadow in a dimly lit hall is enough to make you go COMPLETELY BANANAS. Deep in the back of your mind, there is an irrational and deep seated fear that the SHADOWS are out to get you. This is...not one of your PROUDER ATTRIBUTES, but you are sure that on some level you are TOTALLY JUSTIFIED.

Your trollTag is piousAdjudicator, and your quirk involves the "deliberate replacement of cer†ain le††ers wi†h symbols to draw a††en†ion †o your pie†y".

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[PriffyViole]

@Dudemaster: I like your sprite there.

However, your character seems like just a mix of Terezi and Vriska to me.

EDIT: Whoops, thought this was the critique thread.

[Ocfos]

@Dudemaster: I like your sprite there.

However, your character seems like just a mix of Terezi and Vriska to me.

Pretty much the same i'm thinking here, but it still looks like a good troll.

Also, my troll listed as energeticThunderjolt is linked to wrongly, the post linked to when you click her tag is the profile before hers.

[Thunder Reign]

Re: energeticThunderjolt: Are you sure? A lot of the time the profile system buggers up and sends you to the wrong point on the page, even when I've linked it correctly. That being said, if it is linked incorrectly, is it that big of a deal if it goes to the profile above hers? It's just kind of a hassle to correct it when someone can just scroll down to find it anyway.

[Dudemaster47]

@Dudemaster: I like your sprite there.

However, your character seems like just a mix of Terezi and Vriska to me.

Pretty much the same i'm thinking here, but it still looks like a good troll.

Also, my troll listed as energeticThunderjolt is linked to wrongly, the post linked to when you click her tag is the profile before hers.

About the Terezi and Vriska thing...yeah.
I've had her for a while and originally that was a thing. She's pretty much long-since diverged from that, though.
I kept the Vriska quirk as a joke though.

[insomniacZombie]

you are SELLES MELETE you are a SEA DWELLER, at the ripe age of 8 SOLAR SWEEPS. your troll tag is INSOMNIACZOMBIE. you have MAGENTA blood and are of a high caste. You have an INTENSE FEAR of WATER, from watching a few trolls drown, and now have a fear of drowning. you are a HIPSTER FAGGOT, weather you realize it or not, but don't partake of any of the stereotypes. you have many memory problems, that make you forget conversations, or remember things that never happened, or trying to figure out who's pants are these, and where did they come from.
You got bored of RPing a long time ago, and since you can't ever seem to remember what the rp was about, you spend most of your time, thinking too deeply but not deep enough to fall in, trying to remember. you wander alternia, taking pictures or drawing what you see. you some times move a lot when you get bored of an area and find a new place to settle at. You feel like your a burden on land dwellers since you are a sea dweller that lives on land. You're a fish out of water, and feel that way most of the time.
when you are at home you spend most of your time playing games, painting, drawing, crocheting and other crafty things, inventing just creating. it is a major hobby of yours to find problems and make a solution for them. you are very smart in a non book smart kinda way, and are quick to use resources around you for problem solving.
your LUSUS is a RABBIT that likes eggs, real or plastic and hides them all around your hive. you have a hard time telling if they contain something good, or are just rotten. you spend a lot of time making sure your lusus is safe, due to being a pray, on your woodland adventures you collect carrots to feed to it. your SYLLADEX is storing things in PLASTIC EGGS, that you have collected. you can't ever remember what you put in what you put in what egg, so every time its a surprise. most times its not a very good one, or useful at all. you keep trying to remember to find a new sylladex, but it slips your mind.
due to your lack of sleep, or never sleeping, and managing to run out of things to do constantly, causing you to always be bored, you are an enabler to the bad ideas of those that grace your presence. you are more of a lurker and get joy out of peoples misfortunes and failures, and remind them of their failures so they can't progress farther then you. when you see water in glasses you tend to knock it over, and stop on it to make sure you show it who is boss. your weapons are a slingshot made of coral and silly bands you found in eggs. your second weapon is a kendama. you don't know what you use it for, but when ever you touch it something magical seems to happen you don't under stand it and try to use it as a last resort. the only part you've manage to figure out is how to heal things.

your quirk is replacing 'at' with '@', 's' with '$', 'x' with '%', and 'o' with '0'.
when y0u are ch@ing y0u type like thi$, and are an e%cepti0naly bad $peller $0me time$ but try t0 d0 the be$t j0b y0u can.

[chiiyume]

(Here comes a hole lot of fail)
>Be the emo kid
ii amm not eemmo
>Be the goth kid
ii amm not gothh
>be the god damn hooded kid!
fiinee

Your name is CHII YUME you come form the LAND OF WATER AND RIVERS. the reason you wear a hood and hide your blood color is because your the PRINCESS OF OCEANS and you hide form other trolls because you dont really know how to make friends so you live alone in a hive near the ocean so you could go swim every now and then and your lusus A FLYING WHALE can look after you making sure you don't get into any trouble. you are 6 Alternian solar sweeps old and here is what you look like now . and yes you are a girl. You wield the wandKind specibus and have combined your SHITTY WAND with your HARRY POTTER FIGURINE that you randomly found to make your awsome science/magic wand. Your interests include MAGIC and SWIMMING. you dont happen to have any QUADRANTS or KISMESIS filled yet but that hasn't stopped you! Your chumHandle is [RA] rainbowAquarium yyouur tyypiing quuiirks aree douublee thhee all thhee leetteers iin yyouur nammee and :[ to reepreeseent yyouur fangs

[arsenicCatswag]

Official profile thingy!!

(Original Wear)

(Traditional/Spiritual/Special Occasion Wear)

Your name is BISLIA CLERIC. You are 7 SWEEPS and a GREEN BLOOD on ALTERNIA. You have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS, but mainly focus on one. But let's talk more about YOU first. Then we may talk about that special interest. You are a GREEN BLOODED girl who lives in a FOREST. Yes, your hive is in a forest. The internet connection can be HORRIBLE 90 percent of the time, but you make it work.

You have a love for CREATURES and BEASTS, as well as STUDYING. Your bear of a lusus never did teach you how to read or write, so you taught yourself. Your Alternian is a bit broken, so no one can understand you. The fact that you speak extremely fast does not help either. You have POOR MANNERS and you can be quite the SAVAGE at times if needed. And that is OFTEN. Moving on.

Let's talk about that magical, special interest of yours. THE HUNT. You love THE HUNT. Hunting is fun. Very fun for you. Ever since you were a wriggler, you have hunted down the smallest creatures to the enormous monsters. It is somewhat of a PAST TIME for you, but it is YOUR LIFE. It is how you SURVIVE. It is one of your basic SURVIVAL SKILLS.

When you hunt, you have many ways of taking your prey. Going into detail would take FOREVER, so let's NOT DO THAT. And you get pretty excited when you speak of hunting. TOO EXCITED. Anyway, once you have your prey, you do NOT LET IT GO TO WASTE. You eat the meat raw most of the time (this is why you're covered in blood), you use the fur for clothing, the teeth/bones for jewelry...you just don't let anything go to waste! This is another survival skill you know!

We should get this thing moving. About your "special" outfit up there...what's the deal with that?

You would normally wear that for special occasions only. For you, special occasions means making new friends. That's pretty much what the whole feather and face paint get up is for. Making friends. But you wear it to impress them! Who wants to be covered in blood and smell like animal all the time? Except for you. Kind of.

Speaking of friends and having somewhat of a social life, you are a VERY SMART GIRL. Sadly, due to your speaking impediment and cheerful personality, NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY. This often ANGERS YOU and when you are upset with someone, you IGNORE THEM for a day. But then break and end up talking to them, as if nothing ever happened. You are TOO FORGIVING, but that is alright.

Anyway, let's end this. You are getting restless and the internet is looking pretty crappy.

Your troll handle is huntressAnew and you speak in broken alternian ! it not best way of communicate but you still learn how speak and talk! sometime you speak fast likethisandyou never realize so you may want stop that sometime soon...

[DarkParable]

> Be the sneaky, underhanded troll.
"Excuse me?!"

> Fine. Be the perky radio-centric troll.
"Thank youuuuu!"

Your name is SIREIA VAUCOM, and you have a literal HEAD FOR COMMUNICATIONS.

After a seemingly normal spawning, surviving the trial caverns, and being picked up by your lovely and oh-so-awesome lusus, sweeps went by with no CLEAR SIGNS of any sort of PSYCHIC ABILITY. You were SLIGHTLY DISAPPOINTED, but never saw it as too much of an issue; if you didn't have powers you didn't have powers, and you were OKAY WITH THAT.

At least until the day you nearly FRIED YOUR THINKPAN after walking by a communications center, MILLIONS of BROADCAST SIGNALS intercepted and pumped directly into your head. From that night onwards (and after being afraid to leave your hive for a sweep), your powers MANIFESTED, you apparently being a LATE BLOOMER in that regard. You can INTERCEPT and LISTEN IN on any sort of BROADCAST SIGNAL, so long as you are within range of it and it involves VOICE, TEXT, or IMAGES. A side effect of this is if, or when, you want to listen in to a conversation, your hand automatically TRANSCRIBES the whole thing, and if images are involved you can draw them NEAR-PERFECTLY. Only when you use your powers, at any rate; whenever you attempt to draw on your own the result tends to be... sorta awful.

As for your INTERESTS, being on par with your ability, all of them are related to RADIOS, BROADCASTING, and general things to do with WIRELESS TECHNOLOGIES. One huge part of your hive is dedicated to RADIO EQUIPMENT and a HAM RADIO STATION, not to mention the powerful wireless network you use to TAP INTO CONVERSATIONS from around the planet. The fact that your hive used to be an old BROADCASTING STATION helps as well. Unfortunately your mousemom tends to get into wiring, and so you've lately had to pick up ELECTRICAL REPAIR as a skill in order to keep all your stuff up and running. You also like to RUN a lot, and in your line of work you always have AN AWFUL LOT OF RUNNING TO DO. Your WHEELIE-HEELED SHOES also aid in quickly getting place to place, and the ATHLETIC GRACE you have makes you a prime choice in your self-appointed job: TAPPING INTO PRIVATE CONVERSATION.

Occasionally you'll be EMPLOYED by trolls from various castes to do a bit of SPY WORK; your natural abilities allow you to be COVERT and UNDETECTED, and your small build allows for an easier time squeezing through tight spots and getting into places otherwise INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to. This brings in quite a lot of extra caegars for your wallet, which otherwise is pretty bare given your allotted amount due to your LOW BLOOD COLOR. Still, it's a living, and you're the BEST AT WHAT YOU DO.

Your trolltag is echoingInterloper, and you (((broadcast your speech to those w-with ears open but you also have problems w-with the letter w for some odd reason))).


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Name: Sireia Vaucom [suh-ray-uh, vow-cahm]
Age: 8.5 sweeps
Lusus: common house mouse, mousemommy Kaelah
Blood: dulled orange-brown, #D98719
Symbol: archaic symbol for broadcasting
Hive: lives in the middle of a field, former radio station
Strife Specibus: antennaeKind
Fetch Modus: Introduction Modus; to retrieve an item, an announcement must be made to 'hype' the item up before it is released
Land: Land of Mountains and Mist
Title: Rogue of Mind
Typing quirk: (((enclosed in sound w-waves, w-words- starting w-with 'w' stuttered)))

[Rai-CH]

>Be the sailor


Your name is SOMERL ALFERO and you’re ON A BOAT. Don’t you ever forget. You are a GREENBLOOD of SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS, though you are often mistaken for being MUCH YOUNGER due to your HEIGHT. It’s not your fault you’re only FIVE FEET TALL!

You consider yourself to be a SAILORTROLL. You love to TRAVEL THE SEVEN SEAS, exploring UNCHARTED ISLANDS and CREATING MAPS. You are almost always AT SEA, and only visit your hive ONCE EVERY PERIGEE. The ocean is YOUR REAL HOME, and you’d give anything to just magically grow gills and LIVE UNDERWATER FOREVER. But you know that MAGIC IS FAKEY FAKEY FAKE, and therefore your dreams will never come true.

Your boat is just your average SAILBOAT that has somehow managed to survive TERRIBLE STORMS and VICIOUS LUSII ATTACKS. You would love to one day own a CRUISE SHIP and start a BUSINESS in taking highbloods to EXOTIC ISLANDS. However, most of your money goes towards REPAIRING YOUR CURRENT BOAT, to the point where you cannot afford most other LUXURIES. It is a good thing that you are excellent at FISHING.

You have a few other HOBBIES, mainly PHOTOGRAPHY and CARTOGRAPHY. You love to MAP THE ISLANDS YOU TRAVEL TO, and then PHOTOGRAPH your discoveries. You AREN’T VERY SKILLED at these activities, but you enjoy them, so you DON’T CARE. You have also written a few TRAVEL GUIDES and JOURNALS detailing your ADVENTURES, but you haven’t gotten around to FINDING A PUBLISHER so you could actually SELL THEM. You’re actually a much better WRITER than any of your other hobbies, but you DON’T THINK SO.

You are a fairly EASYGOING TROLL, and not the type who resorts to VIOLENCE straight away. That’s not to say you aren’t a dangerous troll, you are PRETTY DAMN STRONG for your SHORT STATURE. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to ANCHORKIND; you literally THROW ANCHORS AT PEOPLE. And boy, do they HURT. You also have REVOLVERKIND for EMERGENCIES, but you have TERRIBLE AIM and prefer to THROW SHIT AT PEOPLE instead. Though you would have to admit that you do enjoy a little game of TROLL RUSSIAN ROULETTE with your ENEMIES. Luckily you’ve had little problems with PIRATES attacking your BOAT.

You consider your boat to be your HIVE more than your actual hive. Your boat has its own RESPITEBLOCK, but it’s INCREDIBLY CRAMPED. You’re BARELY LUCKY to fit a RECUPERACOON in there. The room could be considered to be the equivalent of a human BEDROOM, KITCHEN and BATHROOM in one, whatever humans are. You prefer to stay ABOVE DECK most of the time, watching the scenery float by.
Your actual hive is, of course, BY THE SEA. Granted, it’s a VERY LONG WALK to get to the OCEANFRONT, but you’re still somewhat close by. You have your own PRIVATE PIER and everything. Unlike your boat, your hive is ALMOST EMPTY, but that’s because you RARELY VISIT IT. It is currently being used to store all your SPARE PARTS, CAMERA EQUIPMENT, and HALF-WRITTEN JOURNALS.

Your LUSUS is a WOOFBEAST, who you affectionately call CAP’N. He is pretty cool for a SCOTTISH TERRIER, and travels with you all the time. While he doesn’t do much other than EAT and SLEEP, you still consider him to be your FIRST MATE. You even bought him a CUTE NAVAL HAT, but he DESTROYED IT in a matter of NIGHTS. But you still LOVE HIM TO PIECES. You will be very UPSET when he DIES.

There is also one more thing about you, which you find to be rather EMBARRASSING: you are TERRIFIED OF BOTH FLYING AND HEIGHTS. The thought of leaving SOLID GROUND (or more importantly, the COMFORTS OF THE OCEAN), scare you. But luckily, you will never need to travel by AIR.
…Except when you’re shipped off to another planet once you become an adult.

Goddamnit.

Your trolltag is unchartedExplorer and <- YoVr conVers^tions point in ^ll foVr directions. ->

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- Seven Solar Sweeps
- Trolltag: unchartedExplorer
- Title: Thane of Breath
- Planet: Land of Rice and Motion
- Dreamer of: Derse
- Hive: Hive by the ocean. Lives in his boat.
- Strife Specibi: anchorKind, revolverKind
- Text/Blood Colour: Green (#008500)
- Typing Quirk: Wraps text in ‘<- ->’, ‘A/a’ becomes ‘^’, ‘U/u’ and ‘V/v’ become V.
- Shirt Symbol: Symbol for ‘sea currents’ used on maps and nautical charts.
- Fetch Modus: CARTOGRAPHY - Must draw up a map to retrieve item. More important items need more detailed maps.
- Lusus: Woofbeast / Scottish Terrier.
- Name Origin:
-- Somerl: Short for ‘Somerled’. An anglicized name meaning ‘Summer Traveller’ in Old Norse.
-- Alfero: From the given name Adalferio, Germanic in origin, composed of either adal "noble" and fadan "to travel" or adal and fero "to lead".

[Alyss]

Your name is ALAIRE SABELL, and yes, those are cool shorts, but those aren't important now.

Since you were old enough to be able to read your ancestor's journal, you've wanted to become an Alternian Knight of Old. Yes, you are aware of the fact that times have changed, but that doesn't mean you can't pretend! Hell, you spend a lot of time playing pretend! Like many trolls, you act out many of your wriggler fantasies in a good game of FLARP! Speaking of, you used to be in a pretty sweet team, too. Two other members, a redblood and a blueblood (the blueblooded one was the leader, naturally), and they had been good friends of your's, until you came to your senses. Your little posse had been doing some... Pretty unsavory things when you FLARP'd, even by troll standards. A lot of those things you still don't even feel comfortable thinking about to this day! So, let's move on to another topic.

Your blood is extremely close to jade green at first glance, something you're a bit disappointed about. Living in the sunny desert and slaughtering the undead would have been so cool! Sadly, you're a little too teal for that, but you'll settle for cool nights under the full twin moons. And besides, there aren't many jadebloods around, and you wouldn't be able to handle that feeling of isolation, despite living behind a bunch of creepy vines now.

Even being well into your eighth sweep of life, you are a fan fairy tales! Any genre savvy person could figure out the ending in a heartbeat, but it's not like you care. The stories of damsels in distress, fire-breathing scalebeasts, and brave knights are very alluring, inspiring even! Well, for you, at least. Not all of them have a happy ending, either. Like the story of the Sufferer! Imagine what would the world would be like now if he had succeeded in his rebellion? Not that it'd affect you, seeing as you're not even sure if you could pass for teal. Green is a pretty nice place to be on the spectrum! Still, that would of been something if he had. And yes, you are completely certain that the Sufferer is totally fake fake fakey fake and untrue. A candy-redblood? Ridiculous!

As shown by those excellent shorts of your's, you consider yourself something of a fasionista. Even though your wardobe consists mostly of hot pants and other fashionably tight clothing. You don't even care if just about every troll looks at you cross when you leave the hive in cool, bright-red skinny jeans and a Sun Drop t-shirt! It's your hot body you'll do what you want!

Though unusual for trolls, you have an interest in traveling, but you don't do it as much as you'd want to. Which is, you don't do it at all. Your lusus is always out with her wolf buddies and doing cool wolf shit, while your all holed up in your hive because she says you can't go out with her then. You totally would sneak out like you used to, but ignoring Syrie has always gotten you up to your neck in trouble, so you think you'll be a good girl now.

Your hive is on the small side for a midblood such as yourself, and totally covered by vines and shrubbery to the point where you could (try to) walk right through it without noticing that you're about to hit a wall. You bet your lusus did something to make it grow like that to keep you inside. Haha, fat chance! You can slice and dice your way out of there with ease, and have at least two secret passageways in and out of your home.

You often feel the over-whelming need to help out people, acting as their "guardian angel", as some would say. It's almost impulsive now, which is nothing like you used to be. Sweeps ago, you were damn near uncontrollable. You felt that, hey, you lived on Alternia, and your blood caste wasn't too shabby, which meant you could do what ever the fuck you wanted. Your relationship with your lusus was strained, and you whenever you saw each other you'd immediately fall out into some intense strife with one another. You were like that kid at the theatre, or grocery store, or any other public place, who was consciously trying to be the thorn in their mother's side. She never wanted you hanging out with your FLARP buddies, mainly because you were oh-so impressionable, and that anyone and everyone could easily mold you into whatever they wanted you to be. That's exactly what happened, too. You would do anything for your friends, lie, cheat, steal, kill, thinking you were strengthening the bond you had. You were way too trusting of others for your own good, and too dismissive of obviously good advice. And look where that got you? You can't even go outside to buy food without someone noticing you for something you regret doing.

But enough about how you used to be. Now, your a tad more reserved, and you tend to tiptoe around the idea of meeting new people. Though when you do, you try to act your nicest at first, but that'll change depending on the attitude of the person you're speaking with. Despite your helpful nature, you still can't help but think of the worst in everyone, and that people always have some sort of ulterior motive. It doesn't help that this can be backed up by he fact that your entire race is murderous and commonly untrustworthy.

In case the vibe from this wasn't very strong by now, you're literally drowning in remorse from your past actions. Every thing seemed like sunshine and rainbows, what with all the action and being a bad person with your buddies, but you soon realized that "living in the moment" really isn't the greatest way to live life. Every time you log onto Trollian, you get flooded with random trolls vowing revenge on you, and it makes you sick to your stomach. And you're not even sure if your lusus even wants to look at you anymore, no matter how much you tried to pick up the pieces of your shattered relationship. You really do wish you could take it all back.

Your trollTag is sereneOdyssey, and you -I-- speak with a sharp Tone -

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>Be the seadweller with two personalities
Whaaaat aaaare yoooou taaaalking aaaabout????
>I said be the seadweller with two personalities
Ummmm.. Wwwwhat????
>Be the troll with the vest
Ooookkkkay!!!!
(I know the text is in indigo but there is no other colour that is slightly more magenta than this. I hope it's okay.)


You are 7 sweep old Kireki Fourns.
You have an interest in fashion, and wear a vibrantly purple outfit. You rarely change it though because it looks just wonderful as is. You love your vest so much, it is so beautiful and soft and warm, you just want to live in it. You pretty much do anyway, though. You never take it off. As a seadweller, you also have a fondness for jewelry. You wear a wonderful gold necklace with a blue gem and it looks fantastic. You live in it too but it's kind of heavy. You don't care though because it's blue and blue is the most prettiest colour ever, and you never ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially lowbloods.

They're so puny and weak, with their oh-so-special powers. They shouldn't exist. But it's fun to hurt them though. Your strife specibi is boomerangkind and you use your trusty knifearang to torture lowbloods and find enjoyment in watching their sludgy blood flow out of their gashes. Made by your knifearang of course. You just throw it, let it slice and it comes right back to you. You're so skilled at this that you always catch the part in the middle that is wood and won't cut you.

Oh, the eye. You got it when you first used your knifearang as a wiggler. It sliced right through and now you're partially blind on that side. It doesn't effect your depth perception though. It just looks really strange.

You're kind of addicted to throwing your knifearang at lowbloods. You just.. See an orangeblood? *Slice* Redblood? *Slice slice slice*
It's just so.. Entertaining so watch them suffer. You don't kill any though, because that would be no fun. It would be just *poof* Gone! No more fun toy! You prefer to just let them know their place and then just saunter out sexily.

Your lusus is a giant two headed slitherbeast who taught you how to fight and be awesome. She lives underwater with you, catching fish for your meals. She brings her kills right to your sea cave hive. A big sea cave hive. Some think you would have gotten tired of the design be now, but you just love it. It's so practical, with it's small opening. You can just dart out and catch a fish if your lusus is being slow and you never miss.

And then there's your other personality, the scared little bitch. You pretty much never turn into her, and you haven't for sweeps. But if you were to, you would need a moirail to make sure you're kept that way.

If you were to play Sgrub you would be the Theif of Sanity, and your planet would be the Land of Jewels and Ghosts.

Your trolltag is whisperingRansom and you speeeeak streeeetching oooout theeee fiiiirst voooowels iiiin yoooour woooords, while scared little bitch ddddoes tttthe ffffirst cccconsonants.

[Ocfos]

Re: energeticThunderjolt: Are you sure? A lot of the time the profile system buggers up and sends you to the wrong point on the page, even when I've linked it correctly. That being said, if it is linked incorrectly, is it that big of a deal if it goes to the profile above hers? It's just kind of a hassle to correct it when someone can just scroll down to find it anyway.

Well, it links to the bottom of the page, and her profile is at the top of the next page.
It confused me a bit untill i checked the next page.

[Veriama]

>BE THE ANTISOCIAL SEADWELLER BITCHIEST BANANA

Alright, let’s get this over with…



Your name is GISELA CASTOR, and you, quite essentially, HATE EVERYONE. Landwellers, especially. Probably even more so when they feel the need to ENROACH on your TERRAIN! You’ll never understand any of it. They have ALL THE LAND THEY COULD EVER WANT! So why would they want to go fuck up the OCEAN with their TRASH and their FLAILING, DROWNING bodies and their--- god forbid—FISHING lines and FISHING NETS? The ocean is something to be preserved! Respected! Something BEAUTIFUL and MYSTERIOUS, reflecting the light of the TWIN MOONS all night! Landwellers, and their hideously annoying attitude towards the sea—it simply INFURIATES you.

So, if you find them, you kill them.

Don’t let anyone get you wrong here, you don’t go OUT OF YOUR WAY to go find landwellers and end their lives! Only when you find them. Only when they’re already trespassing! – Nobody seems to understand THAT little bit of information! At least, not until after you’ve told them about a THOUSAND TIMES. What kind of DOUCHEBAG goes into the OCEAN anyways. What do they think it is, some sort of PUBLIC BATHTUB?

However… lowbloods and trespassing are the least of your troubles- you’re pretty sure MOST of them know to stay the FUCK AWAY from the ocean, and by the time YOU get to them, they’re oftentimes half-drowned already. It’s just… you… you’re beginning to suspect. Y’know… just slightly, barely, a small suspicion… that your SEADWELLING BRETHREN are growing… dare you even say it… ‘SOFT’. Many of them only want to be FRIENDS with those lower than them- your disgust with the very IDEA of that is ONLY MATCHED by their UTTER DISREGARD for the way things are supposed to work. You FIRMLY believe that lowbloods are to be interacted with as a BUSINESS VENTURE- to get something out of it, if you have to go to them at ALL. INFORMATION, a way to WASTE TIME, a- a—you don’t remember how to TIE A KNOT and all of your AWESOME SEADWELLING BUDDIES are offline or something, goddamnit- not to share in the sickness that is friendship!!

…No! Just… no!! If there’s ANYTHING truthful in the BRIGHT IDEALS that your darling lusus raised you on—if there’s ANYTHING to be held, or respected in this world- and if it could maybe, possibly be summed up to one, singular word… hemospectrum. Hemospectrum.

And so many just don’t get it. It’s a SHAME. A failure, on the part of many lusii and many trolls! An utter, shameful failure that just--- you—AUGH! Your disgust for almost everyone is OVERWHELMING, to be honest- and half of the time, you just have ISSUES dealing with it. You spend most of your days HOLED UP IN YOUR HIVE, avoiding other troll contact- you would most likely LASH OUT at them unfairly anyways, since that’s what you do 90 PERCENT OF THE TIME.

But hey! Enough about the things you ABHOR about EVERYONE. What about the things you like to do? –Well, hmm. You keep STABLES! …Of SEAPONIES. They’re your favorite COMPANY - and very close to your COLLAPSING AND EXPANDING WATER-BASED VASCULAR SYSTEM. They’re one of the few things that can calm you down from your near-perpetual rage! They’re all the sweetest seaponies around. You know they are. No pony can hope to compare.

You also enjoy collecting SHELLS, and other FUNNY-LOOKING things from around the SEA. Oh. And you keep whatever seems COOL from the LANDWELLERS you find, if they even have anything ON THEM. …Why not? It might as well be YOURS ANYWAYS, trespassing grubchuckers.

Your trolltag is redolentSclestium and you --- really d~ act like a h~stile little antis~cial bitch, wh~ w~uld’ve guessed????? FUCKER]

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Name: Gisela Castor
Trolltag: redolentSclestium
Quirk: start off with at least three dashes, (---), end with ]. Replaces o with ~ and capitalizes for emphasis.
Blood color: #803680 dusty pink-purple. Hue 300. She’s actually pretty high up there :U
Lusus: Really, REALLY toothy dolphin.
hi my name is veriama and i am here to make stupid fantrolls erlol

[Dudemaster47]

Well, might as get #4 out of the way.

>Be the xenophobic greenblood



Your name is SOROKI KASNAM and YOU HATE EVERYONE.

Okay, maybe not everyone. You hate everyone who isn't a greenblood. And...maybe a few lowbloods who are cool, you guess. BUT EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO DIE. ESPECIALLY ALIENS (fuck them so hard, you wish the Empress would exterminate the disgusting extra-alternians instead of enslaving them).

Anyway. You are a promoter, practitioner, and mascot of GREENBLOOD SUPREMACY. Which is pretty much just you shouting at people about why they're inferior scum who should be wiped from the face of the planet. You don't have many friends, and even fewer followers. It's pretty much surprising to everyone (including you) that you haven't been culled yet. It is likely due to your INSURMOUNTABLE LUCK, which is not luck at all but a weak, passive form of TELEKINESIS which will only ever work to SAVE YOUR ASS BY MOVING OTHERWISE LETHAL ATTACKS JUST ENOUGH THAT THEY'LL MISS.

You have no idea that all those attacks barely missing you as you RUN THE FUCK AWAY are actually signs of you having this power. You're not really good at PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER. It's pretty much guaranteed that you will never learn that you have this ability.

You are EXTREMELY HOSTILE AND AGGRESSIVE TOWARDS EVERYONE. Which is to say, YOU ARE A MASSIVE BLOWHARD WHO IS INCAPABLE OF TAKING A HINT. You are always picking fights with people who are stronger than you (which is practically everyone) with your trusty BLADARANG. And then you abscond because they're probably about to kick your ass at that point.

ANYWAY, your scars are something of an embarrassment, having come from your ZEBRA LUSUS kicking you in the FACE at a young age of JUST HAVING CRAWLED OUT OF THE TRIAL CAVERNS.

This is also why you're so angry all the time.

And why you talk with a funny accent.

And why you aren't really too bright.

And why you aren't capable of consciously controlling your PASSIVE TELEKINESIS.

And why you tend to get a lot nicer for a little while when you get knocked on the head. Oh, was that not mentioned? Yeah, it happens. You don't actually know that, since you don't actually remember it when it happens.

So, of course, you make it seem like you got the scars in some sort of awesome fight where you totally destroyed some asshole who gave you lip or something.

Enough about your hate. You enjoy hanging out with your moiral and generally SHOPPING FOR THINGS. That, and PRACTICING WITH YOUR BLADARANG. The reason you have a bladarang is because you stupidly bought like fifty of them online. You aren't good with money.

Anyway, your trolltag is xerxesZenith and yer conziztently fucxin rude crude an zhowin off yer attitude bitch.

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Name: Soroki Kasnam
Blood: Jade
Tag: xerxesZenith
Quirk: K=X, S=Z
Specibus: bmrangKind (boomerangKind)
Lusus: Zebra

[Dicidius]

>Be the cull dodging doctor

Your name is...well, you cannot remember your name but you go by DOCTOR as that is your profession.

You are a target for the many threshcutioners and highbloods but you are safe from their grasping claws as they try not to mess with you. You are one of the few jadebloods on Alternia and as such keep your practice hidden in the light as you have a much higher toleration for it. It also helps keep your patients to the more dire and...important types as the journey to his hovel is a dangerous one.

Your skills as a healer are unheard of, your skills are sought after by those willing to pay the price. Healing the sick, giving the blind sight and some even say bringing the dead back to life. Your price for your service change upon your mood but for even attempting to heal you ask for a toll in blood.

Aside from your doctorate practice you enjoy reading novels and articles, you have even taken to trolling people searching for more....patients, which you may or may not gather by creating impossible to win FLARP games.

Your chumhandle is doctorDoctor and you some*COUGH*times *COUGH* burst into coughing fits. *COUGH*

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Trolltag - doctorDoctor
Blood colour - Jade
Age - 10.62 sweeps
Typing quirk - He *COUGH* sometimes coughs when he's *COUGH* typing.
Weapon - SCALPELKIND
Fetch - OPERATIONKIND
Lusus - Long Dead / Unknown

((Thought of this guy after listening to musicals all day))

[cpupett]

Your name is Gan Ushi. You are six and a half sweeps old. Your blood's color is BROWN. You are a LANDDWELLER. You are NARCOLEPTIC, wich means you can fall asleep anywhere anytime. You also have STRONG PSYHICAL ABILITIES, such as TELEKINESIS and a very WEAK form of TELEPATHY. You often SLEEPWALK.

You heard of FLARP, but you never played, because you tought it was STUPID and SENSELESS. You heard how much treasure you can find, but you know that WINNING the game mostly consists of KILLING your rivals. You tought that KILLING unknown TROLLS is NOT FUN. That doesn't mean you are WEAK at fighting. You never "finish" your ENEMIES, you just "SEVERELY DAMAGE" them.

Your interests consist of REPAIRING ELECTRONICS, at wich you're very good at, MAKING YOUR OWN HERB BASED MEDICINE, that you mostly use on the enemies you stabbed, and CARRYING HEAVY STUFF, wich you state that BUILDS MUSCLES. You are also very HELPFULL and FRIENDLY which makes you not such a good troll. When you FIGHT, you MOSTLY fight honorably except when you know the enemy is stronger than you. Then you TRICK him/her/them to believe you are WEAK, and STRIKE HARD at the best moment.

You often SLEEPWALK. That and your NARCOLEPSY are a perfect match. When you sleep, you dream about HORRORTERRORS. You don't mind sleepwalking. The only downside is WAKING UP IN STRANGE PLACES. That is why you don't drink ALCOHOL. Alcohol makes you sleepy, which means you will fall asleep and sleepwalk. You drink only water, because you think sodas and milkshakes and any other drink are POISON.

Your lusus is a 12 LEGGED GIANT CRAB-OX THING, that reminds you of the horrorterrors. Despite that, you LOVE her anyway.

You HATE the hemospectrum, and all the HEMOLOYALISTS. You think that the definition LOWBLOOD is INSULTING.

Your trolltag is oxenSleepwalker, and you have the tendency to write with 6 instead of g. The color you write in is ORANGE to mock the hemospectrum, despite your BROWN blood.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is schyteKind, and your weapon is THE CROSSSCHYTE.

[arsenicCatswag]

are people still roleplaying on this thread? if so, i'm totes interested! (: