Your name is IPHION LUGHUS.
You have a variety of INTERESTS. If the walls of your room are any indication, you have a passion for the MANUFACTURE AND APPRECIATION OF FIREWORKS. Alas, being a seadweller can really pour cold water on the whole idea, so you quite like to lurk in the surface world! All of your ADORABLE LOWBLOOD FRIENDS reside there. Even though you have the standard loose morals and more of a CONFRONTATIONAL attitude vis-a-vis your peers, you treat the lower castes with FLAMBOYANT AFFECTION. One could think of it as a condescending joke; after all, you have a reputation for being FRIVOLOUSLY RANDOM. For instance, you have proudly proclaimed your plans to BECOME A LUSUS. Ha ha ha, who ever heard of a Troll raising another Troll.
Despite your joking personality, you have some PEEVES. For instance, you like to WRAP THINGS... PERFECTLY. You clothe yourself in wraps, which unfortunately get caught on things- and- horror of horrors- may shift as a result. Improperly wrapped items are an AFFRONT TO YOUR SOUL and MUST BE REARRANGED IMMEDIATELY.
Though you're not much of a physical fighter, you have a talent for STEALTH. With your Strife Specibus packed with FESTIVE EXPLOSIVES, this would have been a deadly combination if not for your YODEL FETCH MODUS, requiring you to HOLLER LOUDLY (WITH WILD ABANDON) the name of an item before you may retrieve it, thus removing any element of surprise. Any less than wild abandon does not cut it. You've tried. You are quite embarrassed to use it on your own, but draw SADISTIC PLEASURE from the torment it causes around others.
Your trolltag is urchinsUlcuscle and you Type rather normally`,.', but sometimes the ',sparks `',`.,'`.,'`,'.`,',`'.,`.,'`.,'FLY!!!
What will you do?