trollslum eight. put your fantroll profiles here.

[Alyss]

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

Nope! Sorry, but the rules say no roleplaying on the Trollslum Thread what-so-ever. We had a problem with that a thread back, so you can call it a "learning experience'.

Though, if you want some casual RPing to get the feel of your characters, I recommend the Trollslum Cafe. Just jump right in that mother!

[arsenicCatswag]

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

Nope! Sorry, but the rules say no roleplaying on the Trollslum Thread what-so-ever. We had a problem with that a thread back, so you can call it a "learning experience'.

Though, if you want some casual RPing to get the feel of your characters, I recommend the Trollslum Cafe. Just jump right in that mother!

Okay, so I WAS supposed to post my profile thingy here! Thank you! >7<

[FIDUSPAWN]

Your name is MOPSUS THEMIS.

You are Seven sweeps old and is an EXPERT FARMER. Your INTERESTS include learning about SCIENCE and FARMING by planting crops of Troll Watermelon for their water and by raising HOOFBEASTS for their milk by being a RANCHER as your secondary job.

You become ANGRY easily if someone makes fun of your professions since it quite rare for a Blueblood to have such a low ranking job. Also you are extremely STRONG and TOUGH since you have natural strength and endurance where both were further increased by farming with nothing but your BARE HANDS and you used those very same hands to keep your hoofbeasts in check too.

You don't care much for TECHNOLOGY since you consider it a insult to mother nature and you only carry a computer in your hive in order to talk to your friends. Your Lusus is a Bison that has a third eye in the middle of his forehead who is the one who taught you how to farm in the first place.

You used the ARRAY Fetch Modus since it allows you to fetch any card at will which saves you time which can be used to do more farming. Your Strife Specibus is FISTKIND since any other weapon has too much technology for your taste.

Your chumhandle is farmerMaster and you always used two periods at the end of your sentences..

[hesperMonarch]

Your name is Harkas Mislen and you are 6 Solar Sweeps Old.

And let's not say anything that can ruin your reputation as decent person before talking about your past, alright? You used to have many interests, that included cooking, reading, and calligraphy, along with Roleplaying with your acquaintances from time to time, back when you were around 4. You were pretty cute back then. This stable social life of yours managed to get you know a certain troll, in one of your many FLARP spectator sessions. This troll became your Matesprit, and soon the most important troll of your life. She was awesome! Badass, confident, even if a bit stupid at times, you did your best to help her whenever possible. Specially FLARP. You didn't really roleplay with her, but whenever she lost limbs you would go and fix her up, with the aid of another girl who knew how to handle robots, and sewed her limbs back with these.

You spent at least a sweep being happy ever after, until she died. That's what you strongly believe at least, you never saw her corpse, but she did die. And that of course, ruined your life. Another thing of yours, is that your blood has a... rather ambiguous tone. You pretty much assumed it was red until you met her, and her influence and constant belief on you being some kind of Land Dweller Pinkblooded legend really made you change your mind about that option, so your hopes built up and... well, still are there! She influenced you so badly you live with those thoughts up in your head, that ambiguity affecting even your personality. After that incident, you decided to run away as a different person, convinced your blood could be higher. But you weren't sure, considering you spent Sweeps without looking at your own wounds.

So you drew yourself a symbol that fitted your horns and called it yours, changed your wardrobe to the skirt she had given you, moved to a place farther away and began living the life you call yours. So of course, saying that you're a vague and stuck-up bitch is obviously justified. Most of your interests reduced to an absolute zero, except reading and a bit of Calligraphy, and you became so scared of showing any kind of emotions to people, being afraid of them dying after you did, (because her death happened right after you began acting a bit more affective, of course), that you just stopped talking to them, and spent your time reading mostly everything that fell in your hands for the rest of that Sweep. Until you turned 6. By that time, not only your intelligence had rose up at least a few meters, but your lack of social abilities and gullibility did as well.

Pretty much everything regarding strange typing manners that are not calligraphy are something unknown to you, along with sarcasm and comedy itself, so you're not the most friendly troll ever anymore. You live at your own perspective, making you believe you know everything and everyone, and putting your opinions as fact. Which is totally fine, of course, since your obviously accurate judgement is objective and truly to be considered a real thing and way, so you tend to "lie down your facts" on other trolls, which can be translated to insults (but it's totally not your purpose), but the way you put them down has made people to believe you're some kind of hate-flirt. You're unaware of this, and deny when accused, but in your vague fog of mind, who knows what you really mean?

Though then you realized the internet still existed, and tried building a new social life just for you once again. Your tag is atrabiliousLiterature and You Speak in a rather Formal tone, trying to Epitomize the Essence of Calligraphy in each and every one of your Sentences.

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Age: 6 Solar Sweeps Old
Title: Maid of Hope
Cast: Ambiguous, Land Dweller
Strife Specibi: PenKind
Fetch Modus: Library, Dewey Decimal System,
Planet: Land of Pastel and Crayon

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[Insani]

>Be the pathetic mutant

=[mmutant? ii'm nnot aa mmutant! wwhat ggave yyou tthat iidea?!]=

>Yes you are.

=[nno ii'm nnot!]=

>You totally are.

=[NNO II'M NNOT LLET'S MMOVE OON SSHALL WWE]=



Your name is Bontar Demorr, you're seven sweeps old, and you have a horrible mutation. It's so fucking horrible. Your organs are particularly deformed, every time you eat you tend to cough up a little bit of your orange blood. You don't bother to clean it up anymore, so you always tend to have some blood around your mouth, and despite your orange blood, your mutation means that you'll probably only live to ~20 sweeps.

Due to your horrible mutation, you wear steel armor, which is really heavy, actually, made by your former matesprit. He was much more courageous than you, and was always looking out for you. You really didn't deserve him, even if he was also a mutant.

That's right, you were red for a mutant, a courageous troll, who would always stand up for you when you needed him most. However, after a series of culling attempts that forced you into hiding, he ended up, well, snapping. Losing it. Going nuts. Whatever you call it, he was never the same after those trolls tried to cull you. After he began killing trolls, you broke up with him. You really can't stand senseless violence, or any violence at all. You really wish troll society was less violent.

Of course, you don't know this, but your matesprit simply made you aware of his cullings after the incident. He had been committing these crimes long before the trolls tried to cull you, you were simply unaware of it then. You also don't know that there was much more to him than just a 'psychopath'.

In terms of personality, you are rather nervous and nice, you're not a very good troll. You lack the violence and aggression that makes a proper troll, which causes you to get depressed, sometimes. You also tend to get even more depressed when you think of your ex-matesprit's insanity. If only you knew just how treacherous, yet courageous he was. You attempt to act as a bit of a comforter to all your friends, to encourage them and keep them emotionally stable.

You have no actual idea as to what you'll do in the future, you're too weak to fight and you have no actual skills, you can't leave alternia, but if you don't, some sort of authority is sure to try to track you down! At least, you think so. You're not sure about these things.

You have a rather powerful psychic power. By focusing for a varying amount of time, you can create bursts of force with varying intensity, which allows you to keep enemy trolls away from you. The longer you focus / charge it, the more powerful it gets, but you need to be in complete focus while charging it, any distraction can cause the burst to fail. If you were to charge it for two hours, it would be a massive burst that would annihilate anything in it's path with ease. Trolls or buildings, trains or lusii.

You use the POLEKIND specibus, which you never use, since nobody comes close enough to you for you to be able to use your poles. Your psychic power is much more effective at repelling enemies than your poles.

You used to have a moderately well built hive, although now you wander around, sleeping in abandoned hives, sometimes in caves, with your lusus, a protective, peaceful bear. Despite her... large and beastly appearance, she has a heart of gold. You left your hive after the culling attempts, and although you were going to move back in, after you broke up with your matesprit, you decided not to.

Your fetch modus is throw, you must throw a rock, if you throw it far enough, you get the item. If not, you lose it and it goes wherever you threw it. This isn't very hard, even with your feeble body, due to your power.

Your trolltag is protectiveSurvivalist and you =[ttype iin aa vvery nnervous wway, aand yyour ssentences ttend tto bbe ccovered wwith yyour ssteel aarmor.]=

[JustAnotherUser]

>Be the wussy fishgirl
}He-Hey! Le-Less of that!{



You are now Mirias Aquato, a 7-Sweep-old Sea-Dweller. Your blood colour can be found on your symbol.

You are best described as shy; you aren't that good with talking to new people, and you have a slight stutter. You try your best, however, to seem like a normal troll around others, but deep down you are nice, and you think the Hemospectrum is stupid; if you ever come into power (Possible, you're a middling seadweller), you'll try to do away with that racist crud.

However, your true personality has slipped out sometimes, and your reputation amongst Hemoloyal sea-dwellers is... not good. Said bad reputation is bolstered by your reluctance to wear much jewellery (you only wear a gold bracelet with a little gemstone in it), your bad case of 'friendship' and your metal fins.

You lost your old fins defending yourself from a Bigfangedfishbeast* that was after your lusus, an Wooly Octopod who scavenges for it's food. You found it's findings disgusting, and had someone deliver you proper food with your authority. You don't use your authority often, though, because you don't want to seem like a bitch to 'lowbloods'. Anyway, the fins... well, it didn't feel right not having them there, so you contacted a friend who made them and made them well; lightweight and watertight.

You are fairly smart compared to other trolls, and find some of their habits (e.g. fighting for fun) repulsive. You would only fight for self defence, or against a hypothetical kismesis (though you doubt you'd be able to get one). But when those situations do arise, you do have your trusty Hamaxekind specibus. You bought it, custom-made, off a blacksmith. It's pretty weighty, but although you don't look it you are pretty strong.

To make your living, you construct art out of seashells. You make Jewellery, which you are pretty good at, Collages, which you are mediocre at, and Sculptures, which could use a lot of work. You sell quite a few, though sometimes you worry if it's because you're a seadweller and people are scared of you. You also consider it to be your hobby, as well as collecting seashells, watching nature documentaries, and, on your sojourns above land, fishing. You hate huge or aggressive animals, though, and you despise anyone who hurts someone you'd consider a 'friend', even going into a rage sometimes. That only happened once, though and it was against that thing that took your fins.

Your Modus is the Shoal Modus; your cards are all fish-shaped, and whenever you want to retrieve an item, they all appear and star floating around. If you grab the card you're after, you get the item. If you grab the wrong card, the item you were after is weaponised.

Your hive is very pretty, in your opinion; it looks rather like a giant conch shell with two smaller ones on either side of it, connected by roofed bridges.

Your trolltag is sheepishViolet, and }De-Despite your shyness, yo-your fins and anything else people may dislike you for, yo-you try your best to not let it faze you.{**
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*Shark-like creature.
**Quirks are:
-Stutters first two letters of the first word of every sentence, or the first word after punctuation
-Begins everything with a grey '}' and ends everything with a grey '{'

Would it be possible for someone to link me to the Alterniabound sprites in a way that I could copy/paste them instead of downloading them? My computer has issues with downloading stuff.

[Sgt. Lulz]

> Be the Blueblooded moron with impending ocular doom
That was Uncalled for.


Your name is SIRCAM UNNATE. You are a 6-sweep-old troll.
Your horn shape has kept you rather concerned for a while now, in fear that they grow big enough to either block your vision or getting your eyes gouged out.
You try to simply ignore their non-eye-friendly shape and if your fear strikes you hard, you simply use your file, no matter what the consequences might be.

You are a bit LAZY and tend to try to avoid heavy-duty work. Your LUSUS is an INSECT/MOLE that feeds on BLOODSTONE.
Every day he goes DIGGING for more and more, sometimes abandoning you for a long time just so he can feed. You don't GET ALONG all that well with him because of this.

Your interests are GAMING and PROGRAMMING. You're not very good at the latter, but you're trying to learn.
You socialize just fine but are a tidbit shy, so you're a bit SOCIOPATHIC.

Ever since a certain INCIDENT involving your LUSUS being missing and a THUNDERSTORM, you tend to be NERVOUS when left ALONE and hate LOUD NOISES.

Your TROLLTAG is bloodstoneUtopian and you Tend to talk nervoUsly and quickly if no one's aroUnd.

[privateTenderloin]

As the resident expert on eye gouging goodness I am going to warn you that most people tend to just ask 'why didn't he just break his horns off'. also your hair has some stray pixels and you may want to make the one bit on in the middle of the top there a bit bigger. That's all i got.

[Laser TaB]

==> Be the one with the long flowing hair

£x§cu§e me?



Your name is Abtolai Eteerf you are 7 sweeps old, and are a big gambler, otherwise you like nothing, and you don't trust anyone, especially the Lowbloods.

And most people try to avoid you because of your "Higher than peasantry" blood color. You spend most of your life gambling all your Caegars away, and hunting for your next meal. You are overall paranoid, and the only people you can trust are you and your Lusus. You have an extreme fear of all besides those two things, you are also a big fan of Troll Ashens. You live in a small hive deep in a mountain range, your hive itself consists of a small stable to keep your Lusus, that is attached to the main hall which holds all of your possessions and your recuperacoon. Your KNIFEKIND specibus consists of your trusty Kurkri

You seldom leave your hive, but when you do, you tend to not come back for at least 1/36 of a sweep. As stated you try to avoid others, but you have had to kill a few trolls in the past, who were trying to be "friendly" towards you. When you gamble you often have the worst of luck, losing all of your money within a matter of a hour, But when you do hit a lucky streak it tends to die out very quickly.

You used to have a matesprit and a moirail, your matesprit you had to part with, because she killed someone and had to leave, before his matesprit came and killed her. You had to kill your moirail because she was just trying to gain your trust so she could kill you, hence is why you don't trust anyone, besides you and your Lusus. The only work you do as stated above is Hunting and gambling, you trade meat to other mountain dwellers for money, and then gamble it away.

Your trolltag is dynamiteEquinox and You like to add accent to all capital £'§ and elongate all your §' .

[Tuna]

First off, "Big Hair" is not the phrase I would choose...
And second, how does one split the sound of an S? Like Ess-sss?

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HAHAHA WAY TO JOIN THE FORUMS LITTLE BRO
ALSO, THE BEATLES ARE A BAND. BEEEEEEETLEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS. WITH AN E.

[Gunge]

Wow, dude, I'm sure you can get the hair to line up with the rest a little better than that... :l

[nickelangelo]

Your name is Anguis Hebian, and your blood color is INDIGO. You are 7.5
sweeps old and have a constant headache since your sixth wriggling day. You used to be part of THE SUBJUGGLATORS, but you now count as an OUTCAST from their group.

You are a rather COLD-BLOODED troll, as opposed to most of the highbloods. This trait lets you see facts much more CLEARLY, as you always keep a LEVELED HEAD and are most of the time REALLY CALM. You have also been gifted with rare TELEPATHIC ABILITIES, such as TALKING TELEPATHICALLY, HYPNOSIS and PROJECTING THE PAIN YOU FEEL MENTALLY INTO OTHERS' THINK PANS, but you can strictly use these abilities only if you estabilish a telepathic link through EYE CONTACT. Once estabilished, only you can break it. You can also SENSE INDIVIDUALS WITH PSYCHIC ABILITIES.
All these awesome abilities come at a PRICE though. You are extremely WEAK physically, compared to other highloods. You are indeed a very RARE kind of troll.
You also have the weird ability to dislocate your lower jaw and OPEN YOUR MOUTH AS LARGE AS POSSIBLE.

You have a HISTORY with subjugglators. You once were a MEMBER of their group, but have been CAST OUT a long time ago. It happened mainly because you HATE HEMOLOYALISM and all its followers, and because, as previously mentionned, you are extremely WEAK. After this, you ended up becoming a LONER, as you avoid highbloods and most lowbloods hate YOU.

You lived in your hive built on the SEASHORE for all your life with your LUSUS, who is a giant SEA-SNAKE. That is, until she DISAPPEARED at sea when you became six sweeps old. Until then you had constant PSYCHIC BOND with her, and were one of the few trolls who could TALK TO THEIR LUSUS. The day she disappeared, the BOND somehow got SEVERED, leaving you with a constant HEADACHE ever since.
Before the disappearing though, she kept INJECTING small doses of her own POISON into your body, making you IMMUNE TO MOST POISONS and some other toxins work differently on you than they should.

Your HOBBIES involve mainly DRAWING AND PAINTING, and as you are constantly reassured by your friends that your art is GREAT, YOU constantly reassure yourself that IT IS NOT. You love SITTING on the top of your hive and WATCHING the ocean, in hope to one day you will see your LUSUS. You also like to extend the PSYCHIC FIELD of your think pan, in order to lower the amount of pain your head gets every day. For some reason, TALKING TO OTHER TROLLS also achieves this, so you try to be more SOCIABLE, despite highbloods and lowbloods HATE YOU. You also practice MARTIAL ARTS, in order to be able to DEFEND YOURSELF, since you are physically weak.

Your ANCESTOR, who lived DECADES OF SWEEPS AGO, was once the GRAND HIGHBLOOD, of course, until he was SUBJUGGLATED by one of his own caste and KILLED. You decided not to follow his footsteps, especially after the young subjugglators CAST YOU OUT OF THEIR GROUP.

Your modus is DRAWING TABLET, since you are somewhat talented at DRAWING. Your STRIFE SPECIBI include your favourite kinds, bladeKind (a most stylish rapier) and 2xSickleKind (which are much more useful in combat) and of course, nuckleKind. Your trolltag is snakeXenzia and you ssspeak innn a mannner ttthat reminnndsss everyonnne of sssnakesss.

[foxgloveParah]

>Be the pan-damaged troll.

Hey, I'm not really pan-damaged~!

> Just shut up and be her.

Okay, okay~! >:c



Your name is TAVLYN VENNIA, and you are a chubby, 7 sweep old troll. You are KIND OF AN AIRHEAD. You live on Alternia with your Lusus PARAH, the MILK COW(?), in a large WINDMILL-LIKE HIVE. It’s surrounded by other old, ruined windmills, a series of connected streams and lakes, and lots of grass, plants and flowers. Your Lusus really doesn’t like it when you explore the ruins, ESPECIALLY the more complete ones. You could really hurt yourself, and then where would you be?

But I digress.

Like almost all other trolls, you have many INTERESTS. You really like PLANTS AND FLOWERS, not for their colours, but for their MANY DIFFERENT VARIETIES AND SHAPES. Though you don’t really mind the colours, either. You also really like to keep track of other people’s relationships on your very own SHIPPING WALL. You even DRAW all of the silly doodles yourself, which is yet another interest of yours. You’re not the best artist, but you’re still PRETTY GOOD. You like to draw your MMO game characters occasionally. You also really like to SING AND DANCE, but you’re ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT IT. It doesn’t stop you, though.

While not particularly interested in it, you’re pretty good at MEDICAL STUFF. Well, you’re good with bandages at least, and have a pretty good idea of how to stop bleeding. After trying to stop a, er, friend of yours bleeding with your scarf, though, you've come to the conclusion that scarves make terrible bandages. You really miss that scarf.

Of course you have plenty of things your REALLY DON’T LIKE, too. You aren’t fond of pain. In fact, you’re KIND OF A PANSY and try to avoid fighting with other trolls AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. If only to save yourself from the results. You are also ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of heights. You’d much prefer to STAY ON THE GROUND at ALL TIMES if possible. You also really don’t like BRIGHT RED. It’s just REALLY IRRITATING TO LOOK AT. Another thing that really grinds your gears is being unable to do something. You just HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, ALL THE TIME. Even if it’s just walking in circles.

You have been told that your thinkpan is damaged once, but you really don’t think so. You’re NOT THAT BAD. Really. Of course, other bits of your behaviour, such as your NEVER ENDING ENERGY and OVERALL CHEERINESS might be another reason you’ve been told that. You’re obviously NOT VERY POPULAR, but you REALLY DON’T CARE. While you’re pretty good at shipping, you’re KIND OF OBLIVIOUS to what’s going on with your own quadrants, and have a very hard time shipping anybody with yourself. You JUST DON’T KNOW. It’s just hard. It’s hard and nobody understands.

Your STRIFE SPECIBI is of the WhipKind, but it's kinda hard to use since you don't fight much. If you were playing Sgrub, your title would be the Maid of Joy, and your land would be the Land of Flowers and Waves. Your Trolltag is foxgloveParah, and you speak in a very cheerful and lighthearted mamer~ It’s very hard to take you seriously~!



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Name: Tavlyn Vennia
Title: Maid of Joy
Age: 7 Solar Sweeps Old (15 Human Years)
Blood Colour: Dark Blue (About #00007A)
Screen Name: foxgloveParah
Typing Style: She uses the ~ symbol at the end of her sentences. She replaces rn and nn with m and tt with H, and prefers to use smilies with rounded mouths. (EXP: c: :c ouo)
Sign: Modified Taurus
Strife Specibi: WhipKind
FetchModus: Seedkind - In order to retrieve an item, she must fist find the seed for the item in one of the labeled packets, then plant it. It will sprout the item inside. It's fairly difficult to find the right seed, though!
Planet: Land of Flowers and Waves (LOFAW)
Interests: Flowers, Plants, Shipping, Drawing, Singing(terribly), Dancing(terribly).
Dislikes: Pain, Heights, Bright Red, Staying in one place.
Lusus: Parah, a Milk Cow

Oh Gosh, I can't believe I'm even posting this. Don't eat me.

[chiiyume]

hes so cute~! do you think you could make a normal sprite for him if you have any spare time on your hands?

[chiiyume]

TROLLS DONT SAY "GOG" ONLY TEREZI DOSE AND YOUR NOT HER.

[chiiyume]

at first when i looked at it i though it was tavros. sorry if i offended you by saying that :[

[Captain Whosit]

Chiiyume: Do not multi-post. It is very bad forum etiquette. EDIT your posts if you feel you must add something. You should delete your extra two posts and edit the content into your first one.

[Insani]

>Be the wannabe prince

whɅt im not Ʌ wɅnnɅbe im the reɅl thingggg

>Be the tot-

wow Ʌre you seriouuss
cɅnt you see thɅt im just fuckingg chill oѷer herree

>Be-

im not eѷen ggoingg to let you finish you pɅilflinggingg beɅstmonkeeyy

>ALRIGHT JESUS CHRIST LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH



Your name is Krolus Lopadd, and you're a wealthy, high-blooded seadweller of eight sweeps. Your blood has been classified with a HUE of 214, which puts you at a very high point on the hemospectrum. You're rather wealthy and powerful, although your amazing incompetence basically makes you a useless, manipulable, wealthy idiot.

Due to your high position on the hemospectrum, as said before, you are wealthy and, if it weren't for your incompetence, you'd be highly respected. However, you are a bit of an embarrassment. You're weak, easily manipulable, and everyone calls you an idiot, but this isn't really true. Despite your constant attempts to seem 'cool' and constant failures, you are highly intelligent, much more so than the average troll. If it weren't for this, you would have been culled ages ago... namely, after that incident.

An indigo blooded troll, a bit of a wanderer / scholar, was being given money by you, which she claimed she donated to various hemospectrum enforcement organizations (you never saw the point of these, and weren't sure if they existed before she told you they did). However, after months of pouring wealth into her, it turned out she was donating to a rather violent, secret anti-hemospectrum group. This embarrassment cost you a LARGE sum of money, and after which your supply of money was strictly limited. You later hired an assassin to kill her, but you never heard back from him.

You're basically completely pathetic, or you would be without your intelligence. You're a fast learner, and you learn well. This leads to your interests - You enjoy tweaking things, programming, taking apart complicated objects, and performing vicious experiments on poor sea-creatures. This is a bit of a secret passion of yours, bordering on fetishistic.

You're basically a nerd, and easily manipulable. You try to impress everyone all the time, and constantly fail to do so. You're rather kind-hearted, although you can get a bit angry easily, not that it does you any good. However, you tend to be a bit of an asshole to lowerbloods. Due to your high blood, that's most trolls. You firmly believe that the hemospectrum is a defining aspect of your culture and that the lower bloods can deal with it.

You grew in a rather fancy underwater castle, extremely well built due to your intelligence, and it's quite a sight to marvel at. You live with your lusus, a sloth, who's extremely lazy. He hasn't taught you much at all, although he taught you some basics when you were younger, he's much too lazy nowadays. You suppose your pathetic nature and tendency to be a bit of a lazy asshole may have stemmed from your lazy, incompetent lusus. You'd hate him, but he's too adorable to hate.

If you weren't such a nerd and all-around loser, you'd probably have assigned something better than your CAMERAKIND to your specibus. Who the fuck fights with a CAMERA? You can't believe how stupid you were to assign that to your strife specibus. Dear God.

Your fetch modus is PAIN, which hurts you various ways with whatever item you take out. It usually just shoots them at you, though. Ugh.

In an attempt to be cool, you made your trolltag rewiredRoyalty, and your typing style tends to reflect your desire to be Ʌ rɅther cool gguy while Ʌddingg Ʌ hint of your nerѷousnessss

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Name: Krolus Lopadd
Age: 8 sweeps
Specibus: Camera Kind
Fetch modus: Pain
Hue: 214 (SEADWELLER)
Quirk: Replaces v and V with his symbol (lower case and uppercase forms of it respectively), doubles his G's, a / A = Ʌ, last two letters of his messages are doubled.

[Pious_Adjudicator]

Hey, sorry to sort of break the flow, but how often are the OP's updated? I can't find my troll in either of the alphabetical lists, and I wanted to double check in case I was missed. : )

[Thunder Reign]

OPs are updated when ghuuuuuuuuuuuuuugrk I actually remember to save the updated lists and don't accidentally close their word files like I did last week. u__u
Alternatively when someone nags me about it, so it'll probably happen today/tonight.

[Pious_Adjudicator]

Sorry to be a nag, but conversely, happy to be of service, and additionally, sorry to hear about the word file.

[Zeralith]

Your name is Zerlix Saffed and you have a hard time making friends.
It's not that you don't like other trolls, you do legitimately enjoy having friends. But it's just that trolls you don't know scare you so much and you don't know why and every time someone tries to talk to you, you freeze up and usually run away.
This doesn't mean you're incapable of forming relationships though. Until quite recently, you had both a Moirail and a Kismesis. But then your Kismesis changed from an incredibly hate-able bitch into a person that you really really really do not even want to talk about anymore.
You had always been a little bit depressed, occasionally having suicidal thoughts, but it was never really anything serious. Until she started messing with your head. She knew how you thought, how to push you over the edge. You still don't know why she did it, other than because she was a horrible evil bitch who likes fucking with people's lives. She made you want nothing more than to kill yourself. So you tried. It didn't really work, of course. The only permanent physical damage was that your right arm was horribly mangled. If you were a highblood, you might have been able to afford to have it fixed, but all a redblood like you could afford was an amputation. That was when you discovered your psychic gift.
It's not a particularly useful one. You have a third hand – second hand now, you suppose – made of psionic energy. It can only reach about as far away from you as your physical hand can, but it can rotate a full 360° in any direction and go through walls. Although it can't actually bring other things through the wall with it, so that's not very helpful. You guess if you wanted to punch someone on the other side of a wall you could, but other than that it's not particularly useful, although it does seem to be quite a bit stronger than your physical hand. As cool as your psionic hand might seem to some, you prefer to try and hide it, covering it in a glove and wearing a long sleeve on your right arm to attempt to hide the fact that you don't actually have one.
Your strife specibus used to be Bladekind, but you haven't yet gotten the hang of wielding it in your left hand so if you ever have to fight, you'll probably stick with Fistkind. You have occasionally dabbled in FLARP, but since you lost your arm you've become a lot more distant and antisocial, drifting away from a lot of your friends and, unfortunately, your wonderful Moirail. Your lusus, a serpentine cat, is always trying to push you to try to reconnect with your old friends, but you never do.
You have a small variety of interests, including reading books, watching movies, playing video games, and messing about with your impressive collection Trollego. You are also apparently quite a good cook.
Your trolltag is inferiorLamentations and you u5ually Zm pretty cheerful, once you get to know people.

[Thunder Reign]

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[Fexxos Vyront]

Haha. I certainly know how to time it, don't I... XD
Edit: So much retcon.
> Be the FORMERLYOccasionally Cross-Dressing Spy


HeheHehe... If you Insist. ;}

Your name is AVIROX VERSEP, unless you're on the job. And you are 7 Alternian Solar Sweeps old.

One thing you'd like to state as an immutable fact for the record is that YOU ARE MALE. You just WEAR A SKIRT AND LIPSTICK on rare occasion for your job, and sometimes for the hell of it. Speaking of, you make the MAJORITY OF YOUR INCOME THROUGH SHADY MEANS. Specifically, you take RISKY JOBS SIMILAR TO THOSE YOU SEE IN TROLL-SPY MOVIES, which you also love watching. This is why you had multiple personae. One was generally reserved for casual every day life, while the other was reserved for slightly less casual every day life. Or when you were feeling more orange than red. You have since KILLED THEM ALL OFF. Or rather, killed similar trolls, had them physically altered to look like the personae you wanted dead, and dumped the body somewhere. Now you're assembling a new set, which you only use to fuck with people, do your job, and hide from your job.

Once, a long time ago, you didn't have any aliases. It was just Avirox. You had a lot of things you wanted, and plenty of things you could have lived without. You had a friend, VALLIX TRESPE, a greenblood, who had a flush crush on you. You felt the same, and were almost about to ask him out. Then a very powerful friend of one of your targets threatened him if you didn't leave, and you couldn't let him live with that. He had no idea what you did for a living, and you always regretted not telling him. Maybe then, if he'd found the decoy body you threw in the ocean, he wouldn't have dove in. You didn't actually know if he was dead, but you always assumed the worst, until he showed up one night.

You don't use fancy gadgets or special tracker thingamajigs, or even have a super-powered scuttlebuggy. You're just REALLY athletic, and EASILY SWITCH PERSONALITIES AND NAMES. The best trick you know is how to not be you.

Normally, you avoid relationships of any kind, simply because you never know when you'll have to make yourself VANISH MYSTERIOUSLY. And you also TEND NOT TO TRUST OTHERS, and can't often tell other trolls about your personae, whether you're living mostly as them, or mostly as you. You never know who you have to cull next.

You spend a lot of time HONING YOUR ATHLETIC SKILLS. As such, you chose the Cat-burglar Modus. In order to retrieve your item, you have to navigate a security laser field, without touching any of them. When you feel off your game or need something especially complex, however, you usually switch to the BINARY TREE MODUS, because it looks nice. When fighting you use the DAGGERKIND strife specibus, because they're small, easy to use, and you're very good at stabbing. However, recently, you abandoned it for ASSASSINKIND, which turned out to be more versatile: Daggers garrotes, nooses, knives and darts.

Your lusus is a Chameleon, and he seems proud of your OTHER, MORE ADMIRABLE SKILLS. You live with him in a WELL SECLUDED HIVE under ground.

You rarely play games, but if you ever played ONE THAT CERTAINLY DOESN'T EXIST, you would be the Spy of Time in the Land of Lasers and Locks. And you'd probably dream on Derse.

Your trollTag is selectivelyDead, and you Captialize every Other word, Regardless of It's placement In the Sentence or It's significance, With some Rare exceptions.
0But under Excepti0nally rare Circumstances, the Quirk y0u Ad0pted after Y0u faked Y0ur death The first Time slips 0ut.0

Your current Aliases include:

AVIROX VERSEP----------GORRET TAVISK----------MORDES LINDEX
The Real Avi-------------Blind Observer-------------Legislacerator

[Syvar]

DECEASED.
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>Be the Reptile Troll
This picture is a slideshow of what he looks like for every emotion.

Your name is VARNUS CHORDA, and you are just over 7 sweeps old.

You live on a tropical island in southern Alternia. Your hive appears simple from the outside, though it extends underground a few floors. The cooler temperature and darkness help you stay up during the day, as well as allowing you a hiding place during harsh storms;at least twice a tree has been dropped on your hive.

You are primarily interested in archaeology and geology; your hive is littered with ancient pieces of shit (Mostly not literally) and shiny rocks you've found. You've spent quite some time excavating a village deep in the forest, mainly finding broken pottery and the likes. But your pride and joy is the ceremonial dagger found near what looked like it was once an altar of some kind.

Your lusus is a large bipedal komodo dragon. You've only observed him eating the leftovers from your hunting and your various table scraps, but you know that those tiny morsels couldn't sustain such a beast. He must weigh 500 pounds! He has to be able to find larger game than you, because he rarely hunts. He just spends his time coiled up in the lower floors of your hive. He's pretty cool, despite the fact he smells of rotten meat. Not like you notice anymore.

You have trouble externally emoting. The best you can do is a jagged forced smile. Luckily for your social life you have the psychic ability to show others your emotions upon physical contact. Not force them to feel as you do, just let them know how you feel. As such, you prefer the company of lower bloods, as their psychic susceptibilities allow you to better commune how you feel.

You use the BladeKind strife specibus, and prefer to fight with your pocket knife. If you're going to kill someone, you're going to kill them up close, so you can force your emotions into them. It just seems more polite to you.

If you were to play Sgrub, you would be the Duke of Mind and your planet would be the Land of Marsh and Decay, your consorts being blue Axolotls.

Your TrollTag is reptilianScavenger, and you speak like you arre trrying to ssneak the worrdss in.

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Name: Varnus Chorda
Title: Duke of Mind
Age: 7 Sweeps
Blood Colour: Sickly Green (#68813A)
TrollTag: reptilianScavenger
Typing Quirk: Double S's and R's
Sign: Algiz
Strife Specibus: BladeKind
FetchModus: ???
Planet: Land of Marsh and Decay
Interests: Archaeology & Geology
Lusus: Large bipedal komodo dragon