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[aimlessMastermind]

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Be the lowblooded extortionist.

Ahem. You are not an extortionist. Some trolls just happen to let valuable information slip while in your care, okay? You're only doing it to defend yourself. Some trolls are just so unreasable. Not you. You are actually pretty ABNORMALL LACKADAISICAL. This is mostly due to your LUSUS being a SOPORSLUG and you sleeping on its back in lieu of using a RECUPERACOON. This can be problematic when it decides to crawl on the ceiling or something, but it's all good.

Your name is ZANITI TUPINM, and you are training to be a MEDICAL PRACTORTURER. You get plenty of practice with all of the DELIVERY TROLLS coming to your hive to pick up slime from your lusus, and with the FLARPERS that are always dragging their way to you after they get too extreme. Not much fazes you now. Except for MIRRORS. Not breaking them—you don't care about that. You do care about encountering your ANCESTOR in one, though. With your PAST LIFE VISION, you can get a good idea of what sorts of shenanigans most ancestors got into. It generally takes a while to glean much of importance from someone, but it can be random. Sometimes, you'll see some ancient highblood making a GROCERY RUN, but you eventually hit on something USEFUL.

You avoid MIRRORS, though, because you know way too much about your own ancestor. Although you've picked up a few tricks and have chosen a similar path in life, you are determined to make something better of yourself. Trolls pretty much have torture down. Your ancestor definitely knew what he was doing. But there's more to the MEDICAL PRACTORTURER trade than just that! Just gotta keep it cool... The trollish art of healing has a lot to offer, surely.

Of course, if someone starts talking about one of those TROLL MEDICAL SHOWS, you'll start to get annoyed. Ugh! You totally hate them and do not watch them. I mean, where is the real MALEDICINE? They're just SITCOMS with a few VICTIM PATIENTS thrown in to hold it all together. Well, they are pretty well-written sitcoms... With such engaging protagonists... and *gasp!* such genius plot twists! Yeah. Pure drivel that you would never watch. Also, if you are away from your lusus for an extended period of time, you start to get JITTERY, SLOPPY, and TERSE.

You are usually in your HIVE, which is a rather shoddy wooden SHACK on a lonely road on the way to NOWHERE. The place smells FUNNY, makes CREAKING NOISES, and the CONSTANT THUNDERSTORMS in the area don't make it a popular hangout, but it is an ideal training ground for your FUTURE OCCUPATION. You are always doing research, either for education or for your ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE SCENARIOS, when you have free time. The basement is full of bizarre PETRIGRUBS that attest to your progress.

You have inherited a very FOCUSED thinkpan from your LUSUS, always determined to reach your goal, no matter how long it will take, putting off everything else. You are also very DETAIL-ORIENTED, due to never knowing what your slugpa will have covered slime with, when you come home. Being only SIX SWEEPS old, you haven't had much time to get worked up about QUADRANTS yet. You're sure that with your excellent RACKSIDE MANNER, the RED shouldn't be too hard to fill. And, with practice, the mere reputation of your actual MINISTRATIONS should net you KISMESES OUT THE CLOACA.

You prefer to just CHILL at home, but you feel that your SOCIAL SKILLS should not be NEGLECTED. Although the older you get, the more relaxing sopor you need to get through the day, keeping a supply of TRANCE MUSIC does help on your longer outings. You definitely have a PROBLEM. Anyway, there are a lot of trolls out there that are not suspicious of your generous offer of the cheap NON-ROBOTIC CARE that you can provide. In addition, you don't actually FLARP, but you are ofttimes on hand to declare someone CULLED, or, less entertainingly, patch them up. You will usually take a narrator, scorekeeper or NPC sort of role, though. You are quite easy-going and cordial, but difficult to really get to know. You try to speak like more of a HIGHBLOOD, since people should RESPECT their caregougers. When you're actually working on someone, you close your coat to cover your SYMBOL.

Name: Zaniti Tupinm
Gender: Male
Age: 6 sweeps
Trolltag: grislyAnaesthetic
Quirk: |---[Encapsulates words in a syringe,]—˛ |---[WHICH SPURTS BLOOD, WHEN YOU START GETTING EMOTIONAL.]—«
Title: Sleuth of Pain
Land: Land of Lakes and Gold
Consorts: giant herons
Blood: This one.
Strife specibus: Needlekind (the syringe sort, mostly)
Fetch modus: Pharmacy. You have to make an illegible signature to get anything out. Things come out in child-proof bottles, which can be difficult, if the item is large. If you don't sign illegibly enough, or you're obviously not even trying to make it look like your name, a useless version of the thing made entirely out of sugar will come out.
Lusus: Soporslug, a large slug about the size of Jabba the Hutt, let's say. It can shoot a love dart (a thing that helps snails out with mating) once per day that can just really relax whatever it hits.
Dream planet: Ah, *flips a coin* Derse.
Symbol: * <--- A blocky version of that. It's a medical symbol that I see on a lot of ambulances. Makes sense.
Text Colour: #7F0000
Denizen: Hestia.
Sprite: Slugpa, then, when the dripping noise from his slime running off of him gets on your nerves, you throw your bucket at him. THERE IS NO NEED TO GET WORKED UP OVER IT. IT IS A NATURAL PART OF TROLL LIFE, OKAY?
Quadrant Partners: Kismesis: immortalMemelizer's Gavron freakin' Belard
Abilities: Aforementioned, past life vision. Allows him to, while in the vicinity of someone, get an idea of their ancestor. Wouldn't work on most blueblooded and higher, he'd just see various bits of their lives, and eventually learn important stuffs that might help him to learn more about them and how to deal with them and such. He'd only peek into someone's past for defensive reasons. For blackmail, if required, or to decide on the best way to talk to someone or somesuch.
Variety of Grist: I wasn't even aware that this was an important thing.
Planet's Quest: Unknown.
Cruxite Artifact: Enn Slash Ay

[DizzySpecibus]

> Be the eccentric juggler
_|I can't even juggle anymore...|_

> um, be the jester?
_|I'm no jester.|_

> Just be the former juggler and hemospectrum rebel.

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Your name is UNAANY PUYANI and you are an 8 SWEEP OLD PURPLE BLOOD. You USED TO BE A GREAT JUGGLER and you also openly OBJECTED TO THE HEMOSPECTRUM. That has ALL CHANGED NOW. Thanks to the consequences of your actions you have CHANGED QUITE A BIT. The loss of one of your arms took away your juggling ability and the event as a whole took away your completely outspoken opinion of the hemospectrum.

This event, in simplest terms, was simply an attack on you by a few blue bloods for your anonblood habits and your rebel attitude. Before they noticed your higher blood they had already HORRIBLY DAMAGED your RIGHT ARM and destroyed YOUR EYE on the same side. You got a ROBOTIC REPLACEMENT for your eye but ended up simply cutting off the arm from the elbow down, you DON'T WANT TOO MUCH HELP AT ONCE and frankly, YOU'RE BROKE AS FUCK and HAVE NO FAVORS TO OFFER.

About half a sweep ago you used to be VERY INTO JUGGLING and your SUBJUGGLATOR BLOOD, but you're not anymore. You still take pride in your blood and it's ONE OF THE FEW THINGS YOU HAVE LEFT, sadly, it isn't enough to keep your old personality. So, you've become LESS ENERGETIC, MORE PESSIMISTIC, and OVERALL LESS INTERESTING. It's not something you're especially happy about but it's true.

Due to influence and a lack of reason to do otherwise you have MOVED BACK TO YOUR OLD HIVE. It's INCREDIBLY DUSTY and you have no energy to clean it. Your lusus seems LESS HAPPY about moving back, mostly because he ENJOYED THE PLAINS, but he gets over it when you WRESTLE EACHOTHER and PLAY. It's one of the few times your old personality comes out.

In your free time you TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR NICE HOME to look up at the Alternian sky and STAR GAZE. You have to admit, the bright dots are SOMEWHAT COMFORTING. Sure, the plains had a BETTER VIEW but that's not important. With juggling not being as distracting you've began READING and SLEEPING A BIT MORE, though you have caught yourself AIR JUGGLING, a habit you don't think you'll get rid of. You've changed your modus so it is now the Balance Modus and your strife specibus has changed to discKind

You still USE TROLLIAN, though you now TYPE IN YOUR BLOOD COLOR and have changed your trolltag to silentDevotion and you _|prop your words up to keep them from falling completely flat|_ however If ruoy really yppah you yam begin ot juggle ruoy words ekil you desu to!

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Name: Unaany Puyani
Age: 8 Sweeps
Gender: Female
Blood Color: #4E009B, purple
Trolltag: silentDevotion
Quirk: _| props words usually but switches between normal and backwards words when excited and/or happy.
Lusus: Adolescent Minotaur
Fetch Modus: Balance Kind - Each item must be balanced for ten seconds before use, dropping it causes it to burst into flames.
Strife Specibus: discKind

[BenevolentDemon]

littleTeacup and aquaticObserver are reposts!

Your name is DARDAN VAJOSI, and you’re going to be the EMPEROR someday.

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Not officially, of course. You’re AMBITIOUS, not DELUSIONAL, and you can see your own BLOOD COLOR. You’re not quite high enough to be imperial, much to your dismay. But that’s alright, that’s fine! There’s more than one way to rule, after all. You can gain influence through DASTARDLY SCHEMES and NOTORIOUS PLOTS, slowly build your POLITICAL INFLUENCE until the troops would sooner follow you than the EMPRESS, and you can begin your REVOLUTION. Yeah, you can totally do that!

Well, okay, no you can’t. You could, and you totally would, if you were only more INTELLIGENT. You’re CLEVER, sure, but you’re not the CUNNING MANIPULATOR you make yourself out to be. You’re pretty awful with people, actually. You sometimes come off as a bit of a BRAT, which, if you’re completely honest with yourself, you kind of are. You’re too IMPATIENT and EASILY FRUSTRATED to be the ruling-from-the-shadows type of guy you dream of becoming, not to mention that you have an extremely short TEMPER. You often fly into VIOLENT RAGES when things don’t go your way, and, as such, you don’t really have many FRIENDS. You don’t mind that, of course, but being a bossy, shouty little ASSHOLE has other DRAWBACKS. For instance, you’ve yet to find yourself a ROMANTIC PARTNER in any QUADRANT, much to your DISMAY.

You’re a ROMANTIC at heart, as evidenced by your EMBARRASSING COLLECTION of ROMANCE NOVELS. You hope someday to sweep some CHARMING DAMSEL or DASHING GENTLEMAN off his or her feet, although you’d never tell anyone about it. Your LUSUS is the only one who knows of your secret SOFT SPOT for ROMANCE, and you’ve threatened him with DEATH if he should ever tell anyone. Not that he ever talks. Or does anything, really. He just sort of floats around, being vaguely creepy. You suppose that’s what JELLYFISH do, although you secretly suspect that he has an INCREDIBLE INTELLECT that he keeps hidden for one reason or another. Surely he can’t be as idiotic as he appears to be! Your LUSUS is an ENIGMATIC FIGURE indeed.

Despite your ORNERY NATURE, you try your very best to be a PROPER GENTLEMAN, as your FISHY HERITAGE demands. You're disgusted at how many SEADWELLERS shirk their NOBLE RESPONSIBILITIES in favor of THOUGHTLESS FROLICKING. Don't even get started on that FLARP nonsense, it's UNDIGNIFIED and just plain IDIOTIC, and you have no respect for the HIGHBLOODS who participate in it. And no, that's not just because you're TERRIBLE and it. Who cares if you're a SCRAWNY LITTLE DOUCHE, there's more to NOBILITY than PHYSICAL STRENGTH. For example, you partake in only the FINEST CUISINE, and fancy yourself a MASTERFUL MUSICIAN and DANCER. You're almost obsessively clean, and you keep your RESPITEBLOCK absolutely spotless. You're everything anyone would want in a ROYAL TROLL!

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Name: Dardan Vajosi
Trolltag: oafishObsessions
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: A giant jellyfish.
Blood: #550080

Your trolltag is oafishObsessions, and You speak WWith a~ air of co~desce~sio~.



Your name is MITERA ATEGIA, and you're about as clever as a SACK OF ROCKS.

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There’s no need to beat around the METAPHORICAL BUSH here, you’re just plain DUMB. You’re completely aware of this fact, and you’ve made peace with it. Hey, you might not be the sharpest KNIFE in the DRAWER, you might be too dull to slice WARM BUTTER, but you’re also HIGHBLOODED and PRETTY, two extremely enviable TRAITS. Golly, you’re pretty much the coolest chick you know, and your blood means that you're better than NEARLY EVERYONE ELSE, so you feel pretty dang good about yourself, despite your CRIPPLING STUPIDITY. Your LUSUS, on the other hand, most certainly does NOT. Your CUSTODIAN, an amphibious TERRIER, spends a great deal of time trotting along behind you, making sure you don’t get yourself CULLED. Not that there's anyone around to cull you, due to your LIVING SITUATION, but your LUSUS is a bit of a WORRYWART anyway.

You love PLANTS, and you have your own PERSONAL GARDEN in your backyard. Luckily, they’re mostly WILDFLOWERS, or plants that don’t need to be tended very often, so you don’ t have to remember to water them. You’re ABSENTMINDED, and you’re not very good at ACTUALLY GETTING THINGS DONE. You have a MOUNTAIN of HALF-FINISHED BOOKS cluttering up your RESPITEBLOCK, which you’ve never bothered actually reading to the END. You fancy yourself something of an EDITOR, though, as the MARGINS of each BOOK are filled with NOTES (and DOODLES, sometimes you get bored while reading), suggesting how the AUTHOR could have improved. You’ve even gone so far as to rip PAGES out of ONE BOOK and glue them into ANOTHER, making some kind of HORRIFIC LITERATE FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER. ROMANCE NOVELS are your favorites, although you never read far enough into them to get to the STEAMY BITS.

Your HIVE is in a beautiful, isolated spot, out by the OCEAN and near a SMALL FOREST, and you spend your nights SWIMMING and CLIMBING TREES, and, of course, STARGAZING. ASTRONOMY is one of your favorite PASTIMES, although you haven't bothered to learn the ACTUAL NAMES of the STARS yet. You have your own CONSTELLATIONS, and you like to pretend that you can read the FUTURE in them, although that's COMPLETE BUNK. Yours is a life of LEISURE and LUXURY, and you love EVERY MINUTE OF IT.

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Name: Mitera Ategia
Trolltag: aureateLakin
Age: 8.5 sweeps
Lusus: An amphibious terrier.
Blood: #2b0080

Your trolltag is aureateLakin, and Y00u always s00und a little unf00cused...!



Your name is ARADNI MINTEL, and you are SO EXCITED YOU GUYS OH MY GOSH.

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Alright, alright, calm down, calm down. You are, as PRUDENT OBSERVERS might note, a bit of a SPAZ. Well, alright, that’s a bit of an UNDERSTATEMENT—you’re basically nothing but a GIANT BALL OF EVER-EXPANDING ENERGY. You are a RED GIANT of EXUBERANCE, to put it simply. Things simply excite you! The world is full of POSSIBILITIES, and gosh darnit if you’re not going to take advantage of EVERY SINGLE ONE! Well, as long as none of those OPPORTUNITIES require you to actually work up the nerve to talk to someone. You’re almost CRIPPLINGLY SHY, although you’ve gotten better in RECENT SWEEPS. You still have trouble starting CONVERSATIONS, though.

You live out in the MANARA FOREST with your LUSUS, a GIANT FOX, taller than you are, who isn’t really around much. FOXMOM is a bit NEGLECTFUL, but you’re sure it’s just because she has OTHER THINGS that she has to take care of to protect the HIVE. The FOREST is quite dangerous, after all! The PLANT LIFE alone is dangerous—in some cases, carnivorous and explosive—and that’s not even mentioning the HORRID BEASTS that lurk within. You’ve never even met another LIVING TROLL face-to-face. You’re absolutely sure it’s that, and not that she just DOESN’T LIKE YOU. Who would ever suggest a thing like that??? HAHAHAHAHA.

You spend your FREE TIME writing MUSIC. You write mostly CLASSICAL, and you’ve made it your MISSION to learn every INSTRUMENT on ALTERNIA. You have a large COLLECTION of MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS, some of which you don’t even know the NAMES of. You mainly play the VIOLIN and PIANO, though. You’re also a fan of FANTASY NOVELS, and your GREATEST AMBITION is to one day become a VALIANT KNIGHT, just like in your STORYBOOKS! Unfortunately, no such job exists on ALTERNIA, and you would most likely be a DREADFUL KNIGHT anyway.

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Name: Aradni Mintel
Trolltag: littleTeacup
Age: 7.5 sweeps
Lusus: A giant fox.
Blood: #006600

Your trolltag is littleTeacup, and y-you speak with a b-bit of a s-st-stutter!!



Your name is TYRIAN KELABA, and you are quite possibly the BEST CHARGE a LUSUS could have.

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You’re not being narcissistic here. You’re just aware that not every TROLL would put up with the kind of ABUSE that you have. Not that your LUSUS abuses you, oh no. You used to GRIEF with him, as most trolls do with their LUSII, but not only was he not harsher than any NORMAL LUSUS, but he’s been too weak to do much of ANYTHING as of late. Your LUSUS, a STATELY HIPPOGRYPH, fell ill when you were young, and has remained so ever since. The only reason he hasn’t EXPIRED is that you took an avid interest in MEDICAL SCIENCE, and were able to keep him STABLE up through today. Recently, though, his CONDITION has deteriorated. His FEATHERS are starting to fall out, and he seems weaker. You’re not entirely sure how to fix him, but you’re not going to stop working until he’s CURED.

That’s quite enough about your LUSUS, though. He does take up a great deal of your TIME, but he’s not the only aspect of your life. You enjoy writing POETRY in your SPARE TIME, and, to be honest, you’re not TERRIBLE at it. You’re actually pretty good, but you would never show your WORK to ANYONE. You’re a bit of a LONER, and you’re not an EXCELLENT CONVERSATIONALIST, but hey, at least you’re an all-around NICE GUY. You’re bland, sure, but you don’t cause any TROUBLE. You’re like BREAD, but less fattening. You do sometimes fly into RAGES when your LUSUS is doing poorly. Recently, for instance, your TEMPER has been shorter than usual. You still haven’t offended anyone to the point where they would attack you, though, and that’s really all that matters.

Your MORAL CODE can be a bit confusing. You generally shy away from killing unnecessarily, but you perform MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS on LIVING ANIMALS you take from the FOREST adjacent to your HIVE. You live on the edge of a MIDDLE-CLASS LAWNRING, which happens to be close to the WOODS, and you’ve gotten very good at trapping the BEASTS that roam within. (You use the term BEASTS lightly—they’re generally HARMLESS ANIMALS. BIRDS, mostly.) They’re usually awake while you go through the procedure, but they feel no PAIN. You have a rather useful PSYCHIC ABILITY—you can make both TROLLS and ANIMALS numb. It’s a sort of NATURAL ANESTHETIC, but it takes quite a bit of CONCENTRATION to get it RIGHT. You can PARTIALLY NUMB them quite easily, but that’s hardly any good.

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Name: Tyrian Kelaba
Trolltag: triumphantOncology
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: A sickly hippogryph.
Blood: #2b8000

Your trolltag is triumphantOncology, and There's somethlng just a blt off about the way you taIk.



Your name is VIELLA LISETT, and you never SMILE anymore.

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Okay, okay, maybe that came off as a bit MELODRAMATIC. You can’t really help yourself; you always used to be a DRAMATIC GIRL, although lately you’ve SLOWED DOWN, so to speak. You used to be a PROFESSIONAL HOOFBEAST TRAINER. You trained HOOFBEASTS, or, to put in in the HIGHBLOOD VERNACULAR that some use, HORSES, for SHOWS and to be HIGHBLOODS’ STEEDS. You could sell ONE HORSE, and that would feed you for THREE PERIGEES. Your prices were HIGH, as you provided a very SPECIFIC SERVICE. You were the BEST IN THE BUSINESS, as you had a very useful PSYCHIC POWER. You had—and still have—the ability to calm PEOPLE and ANIMALS down, to inspire a sense of APATHY and LISTLESSNESS. But it seems you were too confident in it. Roughly HALF A SWEEP ago, you suffered a GRIEVOUS INJURY at the hands—well, HOOVES—of one of your HOOFBEASTS. It was a TERRIBLE ACCIDENT, and it left you with a PERMANENT LIMP, a NEAR-DYSFUNCTIONAL EYE, and quite a few NASTY SCARS. You now walk with a CANE, squint near-constantly, and will probably never be able to ride again, mostly due to the BAD LEG, and, if you’re COMPLETELY HONEST with yourself, partially out of FEAR.

Since the ACCIDENT, you’ve somewhat lost your CHEERFUL DISPOSITION. Giving up one’s LIFE WORK and watching their FORTUNE slowly drain as their MEANS OF INCOME disappears tends to sober one up a bit. You’ve become an INCREDIBLE PESSIMIST. You know that you’re almost certainly going to be CULLED. After all, no FLEET would want a LIMPING, HALF-BLIND GREENBLOOD in their forces. You figure you’ll most likely be enslaved for your PSYCHIC POWER in one way or another. It might just be more efficient to let the DRONES get to you. As one might guess, you’re not exactly pleasant to be around. You’ve become sort of a SARCASTIC BITCH as of late. As stated previously, you really don’t care whether you LIVE or DIE.

You’ve had to find NEW INTERESTS since the ACCIDENT, as PHYSICAL ACTIVITY has been made much more DIFFICULT. You've started crafting HOOFBEAST RIDING EQUIPMENT to pay the BILLS for the time being, although you don't have a particular PASSION for it. You have a mild interest in FASHION, as evidenced by your STYLISH SKIRT. You also fancy yourself something of an ARTIST, although you rarely attempt anything more serious than a few SKETCHES. All in all, you’re not doing a fantastic job of MOVING ON WITH YOUR LIFE.

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Name: Viella Lisett (Pronounced Vee-AY-ah, not Vee-ELL-ah.)
Trolltag: lordlyLoriner
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: A mountain goat.
Psychic powers: Can psychically calm down people and animals.
Blood: #558000

Your trolltag is lordlyLoriner, and your voicEE somEEtimEEs comEEs off as a bit scrEEEEchy



Your name is MIRANI NOSTAL, and... well, alright, no it isn't.

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Your name is ROSALE CELEST, and your BLOOD is nowhere near as PURE as you make it out to be. You’re actually a LOWBLOOD—your blood is SHIT BROWN, for lack of a better DESCRIPTOR, but you know DEEP DOWN that you were meant for BIGGER and BETTER THINGS. You’re intelligent, much more so than most of the TROLLS you know. You’re a WOMAN OF SCIENCE, the SCIENCE in this case being PSYCHOLOGY. You’re also fond of BEHAVIORAL SCIENCE, although you haven’t been quite as active in that FIELD in RECENT SWEEPS. You’re more intelligent than every single one of the HIGHBLOODS you know, so why don’t you have the BLOOD to match?

It’s for this reason that you’re probably enjoying the EXPERIMENT more than you should. The EXPERIMENT, which, if it were not written in all-caps, would deserve a CAPITAL E, consists of you dressing up in NICE CLOTHING, donning a PURPLE INSIGNIA, and sticking FALSE FINS onto your face. You take NOTES on how people treat you, how it is different than they treated your BROWNBLOODED SELF, and whether anyone notices that you’re lying about your BLOOD. You end up taking quite a lot of NOTES. This EXPERIMENT, while ill-advised and likely to put you in GREAT DANGER, is extremely entertaining. There’s nothing quite as hilarious as watching an INDIGOBLOOD grovel, and hey, people just treat you better. Who wouldn’t like being treated like a SEADWELLER?

Despite the fact that you enjoy living in the UPPER CLASSES, you have no desire to change your BLOOD permanently. You dislike HIGHBLOODS, although you do your very best not to express that burning HATRED. You do, however, use your TEMPORARY POSITION OF AUTHORITY to express your views on HEMOEQUALITY without being PUNISHED, although you still do your best to remain on GOOD TERMS with everyone, both so that you can continue to collect DATA from them, and so that they won’t attempt to attack you. You can’t afford anyone finding out about your BLOOD. You would almost certainly be CULLED for it.

But that's not all there is to you! You're more than just your BLOOD COLOR. You also fancy yourself something of an AUTHOR, although you're really quite terrible at it. You live by a LAKE, in RELATIVE ISOLATION. You picked up and moved, in order to be sure that you wouldn't run into anyone who might recognize you. Your HIVE is by a LAKE in the COUNTRYSIDE, where you live with your LUSUS, a THREE-EYED CAT, who you rarely see AWAKE. She spends most of her time curled up in the corner of the block, snoring away peacefully. You claim publicly that she's nothing but a BROWNBLOODED PET, and that your REAL LUSUS died many sweeps ago.

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Name: Rosale Celest (going by Mirani Nostal)
Trolltag: aquaticObserver
Age: 7.5 sweeps
Lusus: A three-eyed, very fluffy kitty cat, nicknamed Miss Fluffums.
Psychic powers: Telekinesis. It's weak and gives her a headache when she uses it, so she's a bit out of practice. Almost never used.
Blood: #805500

Your trolltag is aquaticObserver, and You speak with allll the poise and rrrefinement of a prrroperrr llady.

aradni's sprite, as well as dardan's and viella's outfits, were made by finepoint. aradni's AB sprite was made by thunder reign. thanks, guys!

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allow me to throw this simple image in as well, which i believe was by quincunx

I just happened to going through old genchat threads and it turned out it was made by Gunge

I had this saved from ages ago and had no idea who made until just now.

[tonightsEntertainment]

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allow me to throw this simple image in as well, which i believe was by quincunx

I just happened to going through old genchat threads and it turned out it was made by Gunge

I had this saved from ages ago and had no idea who made until just now.

right, gunge! i forgot about that guy :0

[impulsiveSchemer]

sO  I  want  tO  shOw  yOU  aLL  an  Up  tO  date  pICtURe  
bUt  I  sUCk  at  aRt  and  the  tempLate  LInk  In  the  hOw  tO  Is  
OUt  OF  date.  Can  sOmeOne  FIX  me wIth  a  LInk  tO  the  Latest  One?

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sO  I  want  tO  shOw  yOU  aLL  an  Up  tO  date  pICtURe  
bUt  I  sUCk  at  aRt  and  the  tempLate  LInk  In  the  hOw  tO  Is  
OUt  OF  date.  Can  sOmeOne  FIX  me wIth  a  LInk  tO  the  Latest  One?

please don't use typing quirks in ooc threads. it's incredibly obnoxious.

the base sheet is over here. is that what you wanted?

[impulsiveSchemer]

that was what I was after, thanks. Also, I read on one of the first posts on here that the RP'ing thing was okay, I assumed quirks were okay too from that. That's okay though, I can drop it

Is there one with the bases for the chatting type ones seen, where it's their body and head?

[BenevolentDemon]

that was what I was after, thanks. Also, I read on one of the first posts on here that the RP'ing thing was okay, I assumed quirks were okay too from that. That's okay though, I can drop it

Is there one with the bases for the chatting type ones seen, where it's their body and head?

there isn't a base sheet for Alterniabound sprites, unfortunately. you'll have to edit one of the canon ones (links in the OP), or straight-up draw one yourself.

also, chatter is generally discouraged in this thread, which is generally reserved for posting profiles. you'd be better off posting questions like this in the genchat thread. good luck!!

[impulsiveSchemer]

Thanks and will do. Can the link to the bases go in the guide?

[Ocfos]

This really just looks so adorable. :3

[Overlard]

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> Be the unlucky one

Uh, I'm not sur# that's a good id#a!

> BE HIM

Ok! Ok! Don't hurt m#!


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You are now Kormut Ridgar, and you are quite UNLUCKY. The reason why is also quite UNKNOWN. It seemed to start right after you built your hive next to a riverbed. The river quickly dried up and the surrounding area turned to desert within weeks. Then most of your troll neighbors were culled for various reasons. And then your RECUPERACOON tipped over and lost its SLIME. It has only gotten WORSE since then. Probably starting with the fact you are CRIPPLED. That picture up there is not quite up to date! You have to move around in a 4-WHEELED DEVICE after another blue blood cut your TROLL-EQUIVALENT to hamstrings. That was not a fun night.

Your lusus is possibly a PRODUCT of your BAD LUCK. He loves to eat trespassers, including visitors you've personally invited. So you rarely get any nice visitors. He also kept you isolated in your hive for quite some time, fearful that your luck would be the death of you. Eventually you managed to convince him to let you out, but that may not have been for the best, given your current circumstances.

You collect GOOD LUCK CHARMS in an effort to combat your horrific luck and also take an interest in LITERATURE, your favorites being the stories about gentle-trolls: trolls who survived their nights by being classy and well thought. The symbol on your shirt apparently is a sign for good luck. You personally resent that, since it's basically taunting you every night with it's presence. Symbols get ALL the luck! You also sometimes perform ALCHEMY to create POTIONS of varying usefulness. Sometimes you end up poisoning yourself, sometimes you end up nearly killing yourself. At some point you should really consider just dropping the hobby altogether.

Your luck has never had ANY good side-effects. Never. There are ALWAYS bad sides to even the tiniest achievement! Got a matesprit? Oops, now she's a target by lower bloods for going out with a HIGH BLOOD. Find a new weapon? Now you have to train with the stupid thing and probably hit YOURSELF with it. Such a shame.

You are also almost ALONE in the DESERT you reside in. Your lusus, as said before, likes to eat anyone who comes by. It's a real shame. You had to teach your MATESPRIT not to MOVE IN RHYTHM lest she provoke the beast into attacking. Fortunately he's starting to learn not to eat her.

Your strife specibus is firestokerKind. You know, the things some folks use to shove wood around in their woodstoves? Since they're pretty beat up by default, you usually consider them safe to use. Even if they are usually horribly ineffective.

Your current fetch modus is QUOTES AND SAYINGS. You assign a saying or "Quote" to everything you captchalogue, and must speak the phrase to retrieve the item you placed in it. Sometimes you forget the saying though. Then you have to just guess at the card until it comes up correct. What an unfortunate modus to have.

In the future, you may or may not play a GAME involving meteors and going to different LANDS. If this happened, your Land would be the Land of SAND and STONE You would enter it as the SEER of TRUTH. Whatever the hell that means.

Your trolltag is jinxedInterloper and you Can n#v#r s##m to g#t that !ong-pr#s#nt dust out of your mouth.

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> Be thieving asshole

~Hey~prick.~Shut~up.~

> Be the guy who just wants some quiet

~Hey~maybe~your~pan~cells~AREN'T~all~dead!~



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Your name is GAVEYO DEYLOC and you are NINE sweeps old. You are of the YELLOW BLOODED caste. While this is a PRETTY LOW spot on the caste system, you don't particularly care. You're more concerned with your TRAVELS and such.

To say it specifically, you have a LARGE INTEREST in visiting far off lands, PRIMARILY DESERTS, as encouraged by your LUSUS. You spend most of your nights wandering Alternia to see the sights and collect STORIES and TRINKETS. Not only does this manage to OCCUPY most of your time, it's also an excellent way to PRACTICE your FIGHTING skills for the MILITARY. You have a small interest in the army, but only to the point where you get shipped off to the distant planets of other empires for conquering.

As said before, your main interests are TRAVELLING, TELLING STORIES, and scavenging OLD MILITARY SUPPLIES. Yes, old military stuff. You'd be surprised what exactly you can find if you wander around enough. You've scavenged OLD MEDICINAL SUPPLIES (Like some laudanum!) and OUTDATED RIFLES, among a variety of other things. Yes, you also like to tell stories of your adventures. Any troll that asks can get a story about an adventure you've had in some distant land. Usually these are pretty fantastical, and you like to embellish a bit to make you seem a like a real adventurer. Which you are, but some of your tales are just boring without some FUN added to it! Collecting TRINKETS from around Alternia is a large passion of yours, and you like to leave them in small piles around your hive. A tad uncomfortable to be in, for sure, but they suffice.

You also enjoy taking TRIPS to deserts with your LUSUS. You usually ride atop him and look around for other trolls and stuff in the sand. Or just take some target practice and see the sights. But really, you loooove DESERTS. Unfortunately, you actualy live on the PLAINS, next to a small LAKE. At least it's relatively safe there and a nice little RETREAT. You like to fondly remember it when out on long trips to distant lands, but somehow always get tired of it once you inevitably return and then head out again.

The HEMOSPECTRUM? Gosh you couldn't give less of a damn. Everyone is jerks, to the core, and they should shut up and leave you alone if you're not in the mood. Meaning bother you never. You kind of put a lid on it if they're REALLY high up, but anyone near your spot gets an absolute earful of how you just cannot give a rat's ass about them.

Speaking of TRIPS, you've gone on SO MANY that you're quite WEARY. Very WEARY. Whenever you DO get a chance to rest, it usually involves you collapsing into the nearest seat and not moving for QUITE A WHILE. You prefer to be LEFT ALONE when you're trying to get some freaking PEACE, and woe to the poor troll who irritates you with questions!

Now, about that lusus of yours. He's a CAMEL. That's it, just a camel. Nothing too spectacular. He's fun to ride around on and he heavily encourages your traveling exploits, as mentioned before.He's not that much of a fighter, unfortunately. Mostly he just drinks from the lake or carries you slowly along to places.

You would THINK that your low status on the hemospectrum would give you a power, right? Well you'd be pretty spot on. Your power is the ability to FAKE DEATH. It's hardly as spectacular as it sounds. If someone beats you enough, you can project an image into their think pan that you've stopped breathing and are quite dead. Of course, you can't really move while doing this, since it mostly makes them see you covered in wounds. You can even fool their sense of smell! Like if they burnt you! Unfortunately, it doesn't work so well if they carefully feel for you breathing or blood pump beating. Of course....they have to be rather close for that. Shenanigans ensue.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is bayonetKind. You've basically just taken rifleKind and knifeKind, then combined them. Quite handy in a pinch, even if the rifle's accuracy is comparable to trying to hit a fly with a farming shotgun.

Your FETCH MODUS is Landmark. You need to correctly identify landmarks you've seen in your travels to unlock the item inside. These can range to BIG STATUES to FANCY HIVES to STRANGE FORMATIONS. It's quite a bit of a thrill getting to see your past adventures all over again.

If you played a ridiculous game for wigglers, you would be the KNIGHT of FORCE in the land of WIND and SAND.

Your trolltag is wanderingTrooper and you tend to ~Roll~with~the~sand~dunes.~

[Captain Whosit]

Your name is SALOM EBADI, and there is something wrong with your head.

It’s not that you’re crazy, not exactly. You don’t laugh maniacally or scribble nonsense on your walls, goodness no! It’s just that you can’t bring yourself to harm another troll. Even THE THOUGHT OF HURTING SOMEONE makes you SICK TO YOUR STOMACH. You don’t even like hurting animals, but you will if you have to. You still avoid it, though, because you are pretty sure that even an Alternian squirrel could gnaw your face off. You COMPLETELY SUCK AT FIGHTING. You've never even allocated a weapon to your STRIFE SPECIBUS.

That you’ve survived into your seventh sweep is a great surprise. When you were a wiggler, you had a group of friends to protect you. Granted, they only kept you alive because a LIVE Salom is more interesting than a DEAD one. When they weren’t using you for TARGET PRACTICE they made you FLARP, something you hated. They all eventually perished playing the game and you can’t help but feel sorry for them. Since then, you’ve been a hermit in your FOREST HIVE, rarely venturing far from your home.

Luckily, most of your hobbies can be practiced in the safety of your own hive. You LOVE TO READ, and especially value TOMES OF HISTORY. You enjoy playing VIDEO GAMES, preferably puzzle games or adventure/RPG games. You kind of want to be an ARCHEOLOGIST somenight, but the thought of venturing out into the unknown where you would have to face DEADLY TRAPS and TERRIBLE MONSTERS simply FRIGHTENS YOU TO DEATH. Even leaving your forest to acquire new books and games can be a TERRIFYING EXPERIENCE.

Your guardian is named PETEY, and he is a cottontailbeast (bunny rabbit). He’s incredibly fluffy and adorable, but he’s not the best suited for actually protecting you, though he has trained you in the best defensive arts that he knows: RUNNING AWAY VERY FAST. You’re a quick troll and so far you’ve been able to escape from danger. You dread the night you meet someone you can’t outrun.

Your trolltag is queasyPacifist and you type tn a way that betrays your sltghtly crossed eyes, even though that’s stlly and doesn’t make any sense.

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[Chasewithlasers]

> Be someone else

I’m not a body çhanger, asshole. Go shove a lit torçh up your ass.

> Oh, but you sure as hell wish you were one.

…Maybe.

> Show us just how pathetic you can be.

Fuçk you.


(AB by pootporri) ((symbol to be added on both sprites))

Your name is Vaesia Bonheu, and whoo fucking hoo, you are depressed. Big fucking deal. Not like anyone out there gives a shit on this shitty planet; and guess what, you are also missing a leg and an eye, and both of them hurt like all everliving fuck. Sucks to be you.

Well, it wasn’t always like this. Back in your wriggler years, you were the most radiant little thing. Okay, maybe not all that radiant – you did have the necessary grit and murder instinct to not get your ass kicked -, but you had a good life. Your lusus went everywhere with you, you had your internet friends to always talk to, you played games all the time, you had your matesprit… all the fun stuff. You even FLARPed with all your friends and matesprit, and to be honest, your group rocked! You were even moving on to become one of the top ranking FLARPing groups, joining tournaments and all that crap. Yeah, you were pretty damn happy.

But of course, like every single thing that’s good in your life, it all ends up coming to an end. Turns out your matesprit wasn’t even close to being who you thought he was; He was from another FLARP group, joining yours only to eliminate the competition. He and his group killed every single one of your friends, and he took care of you personally… just because he said he liked you a bit more than the rest.

You don’t like remembering the days he spent slowly torturing you, saying how much he still loved you, and that was the reason he was letting you live for so long. It gets tiring after a while, though… and you were finally left for dead, your leg torn apart and your eye gouged out, not even counting the ridiculous amount of open cuts all over your body, right beside your dying lusus and the rotting corpses of your friends. The dark, warm embrace of death started to creep in…

...Before that was taken away from you too.

In place of all the darkness, your world became pain as soon as you woke up again. Every inch of your body throbbed in pure pain. You discovered the misery your latent power was about to give you – the power of complete, fast regeneration. No matter how battered, punctured or torn apart you are, your body just goes back to normal… with the downside of extreme physical pain on your leg and eye every once in a while. You are doomed to suffer again and again, without ever being able to liberate yourself from the hell you call ‘life’.

You abandoned your old name, trolltags, and even managed to move from your old hive, with your few caegars. You erased all contact with anyone you ever knew, dyed and cut your hair, and just plain changed your whole life, after your ‘death’. You started drinking, smoking and doing drugs, in the hopes that one of these is going to truly kill you one day. Who knows. Hope is the last thing you have, anyway.

Among the things you like and your hobbies, there’s your job: being a mechanic. You like fixing other people’s crap, and even just random junk you find in the street. You can’t fix yourself, so you might as well try to fix things that still have a chance. This gave you a love for motorcycles, and you make sure to always keep an eye on your sweet little Haphan, the most gorgeous chopper this side of the galaxy, one you got after winning a few bets. Taking care of her is about as distractive as one of your other special loves, which is playing guitar. Phelia is your other dearest possession, and you’d do anything to protect her. Music helps you relax and forget about your problems a bit, and so does singing… although most of the songs you make are just a way to vent your depression. You also dabble in model building, as well as graffiti – the latter being practiced only in your hive, or when you are well far away from it. Not a lot of trolls like when you paint all over their walls.

You know that you are basically doomed, however. You always hear that strong psychics are turned into batteries right after joining the Fleet… which will only add to your eternal suffering. You hope to be able to score a job as a suicidal soldier of some kind, at least. It’s not like you’re going to die so soon, not even in a battlefield… or at least that’s how you think. Maybe if you treat the highbloods ‘nicely’ like you already do, you won’t become spaceship fuel.

You use the Spraypaint modus. The modus produces a symbol for each item you captchalogue, and you have to draw it using a modus-provided spraycan.

Among your remaining weapons, after you abandoned most of the strife specibi looted after FLARPing that didn’t fit you anymore for the lack of balance (try to balance yourself right without an eye and a leg, I dare you) are batKind and pistolKind.

Your trolltag is languishingLiability and you feel your joy esçaping your reaçh with eaçh word.

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-Name: Vaesia Bonheu (current) / Vivica Kitare
-Trolltag: languishingLiability
-Age: 9 sweeps
-Blood color: Crown of Thorns ( #771F1F )
-Hobbies/Likes: Fixing things, motorbikes, smoking, drugs, model building, graffiti, cats, playing guitar, card games.
-Collects: Broken, but still fixable stuff of all sorts.
-Hates: Basically everything not placed on Likes.
-Modus: Spraypaint modus. Each item is given an unique symbol, has to be spraypainted (by modus-based spraycan) to get out, more intricate symbols etc you saw this shit 500 times already you get it
-Personality: Almost always cranky. Deliberately tries to piss people off. Gets desperately violent if going on abstinence from her drugs/alcohol/cigs for too long. Has constant depressive mood swings, as well as constant suicidal urges; mostly controlled, since she basically accepted she’ll have to suffer forever.
-Power: Extreme regeneration; consequently, extreme physical pain.
-Symbol: Infinite crown of thorns
-Lusus: Big-ass cat. Dead.
-Strife Specibus: batKind, pistolKind
-Quirk: Changes c/C to ç/Ç, only ends sentences with full stops
-Physical description: 5’6” (167cm), 108lbs (48kg). No left leg, no right eye. Almost flat-chested (AA cup). Slim body, strong and slightly muscly after all the years of FLARPing.
-Backstory: Betrayed by matesprit because of dispute between FLARP teams. All friends + lusus murdered. Discovered she had the power of extreme regeneration. Entered a spiral of eternal fuckin depression and shit.
-Hive: Your usual lawn ring, nothing special.
-Voice: Undecided.

[llamamiah]

>Be the son of a bitch, stuck-up indigoblood.

That ~Is~ No ~Way~ To ~Speak~ To ~One~ Such ~As~ Myself, ~Sir~

>Oh goddammit just be the asshole who thinks he's the second coming.

I ~Suppose~ That ~That~ Could ~Be~ Deemed ~Acceptable~



Your name is SWOPAM SALBAT.

You are incredibly FULL OF YOURSELF. This comes from the fact that you found your ANCESTOR'S HOLY TEXT at a YOUNG AGE. You have read it COVER TO COVER countless times, and you're certain that you must be a HOLY SON OF TROLL HAVEN YOURSELF! You have used force to cause MANY A LOWBLOOD to KNEEL before you, as they rightfully should!

You enjoy watching ANCIENT MOVIES, such as those that barelt have THIRTY WORD TITLES. You find them in the ANCIENT RUINS YOU EXPLORE, along with VARIOUS TREASURES. You enjoy reading SUPERHERO COMICS, and strangely enough, have a facination with THE SLENDER TROLL, a mysterious creature with NO FACE that lives on the GREEN MOON and has his minioins WREAK HAVOC! You also possess a particlar FONDNESS for the GENRE OF MUSIC that is STREETSKA.

You are also an AVID FARMER, tending to the FARMLANDS around your MANSION. You frequently SWIM IN THE LAKE that is home to your HOLY SEASCALED LUSUS. You believe that you were once DROPPED FROM THE CELESTIAL LANDS, and were granted a piece of FARMLAND as you fell. Needless to say, your LUSUS wasn't exactly smart enough to explain WHERE GRUBBIES COME FROM.

You have a fondness for FAIRIES, and have frequently WISHED that you could BE ONE! Little did you know, this stems from the internal TROLL DESIRE to become a fairy, comparable to the METAMORPHASIS of a caterpillar to a BUTTERFLY. But there aren't that many Trolls that DO know that, so whatever!

Your FETCH MODUS is the FAITH MODUS. You must BELIEVE with your HEART that your item will be RETURNED TO YOU SOMEDAY. This can cause you to ASK THE HEAVENS for a SAMMICH, wait, make one yorself, and then wind up with CLUCKBEAST ON RYE three weeks later. But you're FINE with that. You retrieve it, just as you had hoped. Timeframe doesn't matter!

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to hoeKind, to HELP WITH THE FARMING.

On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is secondFarmer, And ~You~ Add ~Wings~ To ~Every~ Second ~Word~

If you were to ever play SGRUB, you would become the CZAR OF TIME in the LAND OF LAKES AND MERKHETS. Your CONSORTS would be GREY-GREEN SHREWS and you would PROTOTYPE a SLENDER TROLL PAINTING and your DEAD LUSUS.

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Name: Swopam Salbat
Handle: secondFarmer
Male, 7.62 Sweeps
Title: Czar of Time
Land: Land of Lakes and Merkhets
Lusus: Giant Sea Serpent with Holy Powers
Planet: Derse Dreamer
Text Colour: #32006C, Hue 268 (Indigo)
CSF: Adds ~Wings~ To ~Every~ Second ~Word~
Consorts: Shrews
Strife Specibus: hoeKind
Fetch Modus: Faith
Denizen: Hephaestus
Sprite: Slender Troll Painting, Lusus
Quadrant Partners: None
Variety of Grist: Minerals (Iron, Gold, Coal, Diamond, Ruby, Etc.)
Planet's Quest: Exploring the Hills
Cruxite Artifact: Clam

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[Fexxos Vyront]

> Be the raver chick
Fuck man. i`m a dude,
> Oh! Sorry dude!
s`aight. dude|

Your name is RAEVIS GLOLIT, and you're an INDIGO, but you don't really care. You're too busy RANTING AND RAVING, usually WITHOUT THE RANTING. Last you checked you were 7.75 sweeps, but once again, you don't have a good track record for giving a shit.

Your hobbies are pretty much the simple stuff: WEARING BAGGY CLOTHES, PARTYING, LISTENING TO MUSIC, and DANCING. But only IN THE DARK WITH GLOWSTICKS. Your lusus DOES NOT APPROVE. But then again, ravendad is the BIGGEST DOWNER you could have been stuck with. He can't CARRY A TUNE IN A... well, that expression's not exactly appropriate.

You live in a COMMUNAL HIVESTEM, much to ravendad's dismay, ignoring the fact that you could live wherever you want in any kind of hive you wanted, so long as you're on land. Speaking of land, the only trolls you have any sort of problem with are the LOW REDS TO YELLOWS that give you shit and HIGH PURPLES that look down on you. You know your place, and your place states you got a say in what you're gonna do! So fuck all of them.

You also hate, and I mean HATE, people feeling sorry for you. This makes finding a moirail or a matesprit a serious challenge. Since the entire concept is based on pity, it'd take a real special snowflake to make you fall flush or pale. It's a lot easier to hate than it is to care, as far as you're concerned.

You might someday take interest in a game. If you ever played it, you would be the Knight of Light in the Land of Glow and Rhythm. But you probably won't play any silly games, so it's moot.

Your trolltag is flashyPulse and you just gotta go with what works.. even if someone"s givin ya shit,, ain"t noone gonna tell ya what to do!!

[Marshmellow]

>SWITCH 5

>FLARP LOGIN acerbicAphidivorous ************



Your name is TEATHA NIKNEJ, and those idiots are trying to rush the boss again aren't they.

You are a troll of SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS, variously interested in gardening, astronomy, and of course, FLARP. At this very moment your party is attempting YET ANOTHER SUICIDAL MANEUVER, likely to end with a TOTAL PARTY KILL. Typical. It is now up to you, as the party's sole GRIMDARK SPELLSHAPER, to turn this around and save the group from TOTAL ANNIHILATION. Again.

With healing shovel in hand and targets in sight you will GO TO WORK, bashing your teammates in the face to transfer your BLACK HEALING ENERGIES directly into them. Oh sure it's an excruciatingly painful experience (for them) but also surprisingly CATHARTIC.

When not preventing the senseless deaths of your fellow party members, you try to lead a quiet and uneventful life in your HUMBLE HIVE ON THE HILLSIDE. Well it's more of an estate really but what do you expect an impressionable young grub to churn out when given the vast resources of a blue blood?

And make no mistake, your blood is of the PUREST BLUE HUE POSSIBLE, placing you firmly among the ranks of nobility. It is your DUTY, nay, PRIVILEGE, to uphold the hemospectrum and to hold yourself as a model to all trolls--a TROLLMODEL, you could say. Fortunately there are few visitors around these parts, so you can usually SLACK OFF most of the time in that regard.

But where were we? Ah yes, your HUMBLE HIVE ON THE HILLSIDE. The sprawling grounds are nearly covered entirely in lush plant life--partly because of your gardening hobby, and partly because your LADYBIRD LUSUS likes it that way. She is a fairly decent lusus, you think, provided the grounds are maintained, but she just doesn't quite GET you. It's the bug eating thing mostly. Maybe someday she'll understand that you're just not as enthusiastic about the nutritional value of various varieties of aphids as she is. But probably not.

Maintaining THE GARDENS is generally a pretty full time job, but you find time to enjoy other hobbies as well. Currently you think astronomy is PRETTY ENTHRALLING, and would probably be more than a passing interest if only you could actually identify any of the CELESTIAL PHENOMENA you read about. Your NAVIGATIONAL SKILLS are about as fine tuned as a sledgehammer--some days you even have trouble FINDING YOUR WAY AROUND THE HIVE. So really it comes as little surprise that the night sky is as incomprehensible to you as the glubs of the seadwellers.

You use the spadeKind specibus for your day-to-day murders, and find yourself often frustrated by your Loadscreen fetch modus. Online, you go by the trolltag acerbicAphidivorous and you prefer to keep things brief and to the point

Enough dawdling then. There are poor dumb wounded trolls in need of your healing touch.

*THWACK*

[musecalCaprica]

>Be the androgynous dude and or lady



You are now ANDRON GYNETT and sometimes you even forget who you are.

You are a MALE troll of EIGHT SOLAR SWEEPS, with quite a variety of interests, quirks and addictions as any other troll. Your main interest is that you are a master THESPIAN not that you've done anything big and you tend to be in between jobs quite a bit and pass the time by stringing GOLD BRACELETS. One of your QUIRKIER and most NOTABLE interests is WOMEN'S clothing, you love wearing skirts because they are more ELEGANT and REGAL in appearance to you and present you properly as a SEADWELLER, in your mind anyway. Along with this you OCCASIONALLY indulge in DRESSES and numerous FANCY ACCESSORIES.

Not unlike a seadweller you live in a LAVISH UNDERSEA hive in which resides your SUNFISH lusus who is a completely useless jerk and always swimming off. Not that you care you've got tons of friends. You have absolutely no trouble making friends, except for the fact that you are SOCIALLY INEPT and can not stand being around FEMALE HIGHBLOODS due to what happened. By that you mean the time a highblood tried to KILL you and actually killed someone you knew.

After this you took to drinking PAINT which for what ever reason sends into a BLURRY state of mind and you constantly insist that you are NOT a RAINBOW DRINKER you just have a PROBLEM. Although you can't say you mind and don't really want to stop.

You use the FISHING modus which requires you to catch the card you want from a group of cards and you fight with the shearKind specibus to trim down your enemies.

Your trolltag is intoxicatedAndrogyny and you Sometimes mispel SIR words and giiiive them a little swaaaaaay and you are also quite insistant that SIR are a man.!!

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NAME: Andron Gynett
GENDER: MALE
BLOOD: #7B108D
AGE: 8 sweeps
LUSUS: Sunfish
SPECIBUS: shearKind
MODUS: fishing
TAG: intoxicatedAndrogyny
QUIRK: Occasional misspells, drags out some letters, replaces any instance of I with SIR adds periods before any other punctuation (.! .? ., .. .' .; .: etc.)
TITLE: Knight of heart
PLANET: Land of Paint and Gold

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I feel kinda stupid posting this guy, I just know someone's gonna question his character and or think he's a stupid idea and I don't really like people pointing out stupid parts in my characters because that makes me feel stupid. Last time I said something stupid I scuttled off the forums for 2 days in shame.

[A.I.]

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>Be the contemplative blue-blood
I'm*flattered,*truly,*that*yOu*recOgnize*this*qual ity*in*me.

Your name is MAEROS KHAVRE, and you are a young troll of SIX SOLAR SWEEPS. Your blood is a respectable blue, but you've never quite felt as noble as you're supposed to.

You've just retired to your RESPITEBLOCK for the night. Briefly glancing around, you recall your varied INTERESTS. You are a regular practitioner of TROLL SCIENCE, an art you've treasured since you were just a little grub. Your work desk is packed with your findings in chemistry, biology, and physics. The remnants of this practice, as you see them now, are a few beakers of steeping chemicals and hand-drawn diagrams of troll anatomy. There's so much knowledge out there, and so much of it unfamiliar... how could you not explore?

Also among your INTERESTS are BOOKS... lots of them, lining your tomeshelves end to end. You've spent countless days toiling away at your texts, reading the works of others and occasionally recording your own. While many trolls your age would be out scouting their locales, establishing relationships, or practicing strife (wise decisions on their behalf), you often hole yourself away in your quarters and read. Most of the skills instrumental in your life were studied this way, actually, and you never regret your choice to learn them in the manner you did. There's so much knowledge out there, and so much of it unfamiliar... how could you not explore?

Finally, you are very closely concerned with PHILOSOPHY. You realized at an early age that the universe was a vast and amazing place. Everywhere you go, you're contemplating life and existence and... everything, really. There isn't a concept you've been introduced to that hasn't stewed in the back of your mind, rattling around with complex questions and abstract answers. There's so much knowledge out there, and so much of it unfamiliar... how could you not explore?

Once in a blue moon, you abandon your work to spend time with what few friends you're still in contact with. None of you seem to share many INTERESTS, so it's all you can do to not kill each other playing FLARP, a fun pastime of yours. To date, your machinist character Vincent Delpois has not failed an adventure. Sometimes you dream of creating gadgets and automatons as he does... oh well, you'll probably find a book on the subject.

In terms of personality, you suppose you're a fairly relaxed fellow. You feel your openness to others is a quality Alternia could use much more of, but you know better than to rub that weak opinion in others' faces. You value and are characterized by respectable enthusiasm, willingness to converse, and undying ambition. You are sometimes taken to flights of fancy, as your imagination is a vivid one. You've always wanted a red romance, but your social circle is anything but brimming with willing partners.

To be brutally obvious, you don't know what to think of yourself. You make yourself upbeat and presentable to others... but when you find yourself alone, with just your ceaseless thoughts to while away the time, things aren't so simple. Synapses are always snapping, contemplations always building in your thinkpan. This may sound like a helpful trait, but it is truly the greatest burden you experience. Time alone, thinking to yourself, has left you worried and anxious for whatever lies ahead of you. You find refuge in the simplicity of others because it protects you from the uncertainty of yourself. You always seem content but... maybe, just maybe, you've been lying to yourself the whole time. Indecisive, uncertain, afraid, imperfect, untruthful... it stings deeply every time you realize that all of these words describe you. They always will, it sometimes seems.

And once again, you will reject this knowledge because it hurts too much to consider. Now, as always, you will revert to the worldly and simple, because it's the only way you know to forget everything else.

Your strife specibus is the formidable, yet risky BOMBKIND, and allocated to it is your assembled arme principale, the BOOMBOX. Your fetch modus is the cryptic Starmap, which has you scouring the heavens for whatever you've stowed away. Your lusus is a lovable and caring LIZARD OF A RATHER GIGANTIC PERSUASION who skitters about your CLIFFSIDE-HIVE keeping things clean and fairly monster-free. Like all trolls and their lusii, you've been with yours as long as you can remember; you'd be nothing less than broken if something were to happen to him.

Your trolltag is atrophyInevitable, and*yOur*speech*is*alight*with*stars*intermingling *with*yOur wOrds. AdditiOnally,*yOur*'O's*are*capitalized*tO*represe nt*planets. YOur*syntax*is*rather*uneventful,*a*welcOme*change *fOr*many.

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Name: Maeros Khavre
Age: 6 sweeps
trollTag: atrophyInevitable
Blood: Blue
Lusus: A monstrous lizard, closely comparable to a giant gecko
Strife Specibus: bombKind
Fetch Modus: Starmap
Quirk: Uses*asterisks*for*spaces*and*capitalizes*O's

[hesperMonarch]

Your name is Gabrel Ratnna and you are 10 sweeps old.

You are a sea dweller, putting you in a high place of the hemospectrum, something you are often completely indifferent to. Of course, it has never occurred to you that this might have affected your personality, even if you'd have noticed that you are - well, quite the CLASSY person.

What can you say? All your life you've had a passion for classic things, along with music, particularly that one of an old style persuasion, fine paintings and aristocratic food! Not to mention excellent wine and other beverages that became of your interest not too long ago. You are an avid collectionist with an enviable taste, not to brag or anything. But these opinions of yours don't stand alone, you also love many different cinematographic pieces, mostly old school ones and many, many classic musicals concerning romantic situations you're basically in love with. Your mind has come to be filled with those enviroments.

That of course has its cons. While it's true that it IS something to be proud of, meaning being obsessed with such GOOD INFLUENCES, your dialogs and approaches don't differ from an actual movie. Your daily conversations always regard one or two quotes referring that one scene no one actually recalls, or even... the way you act towards your quadrant interests.

You are so ridiculously corny it is hard to believe. Since you find that to be so cool, you usually decide to apply such knowledge in real life antics, and end up making a true fool of yourself, not that you ever notice. Anything you find remotely attractive works as target, though you know those are never serious. You assume they think you're not that serious as well. And since your place in the hemospectrum allows you to stay in Alternia, you run a land dwelling public hostel, which makes these practices happen more often than you probably think. It is located near the shore and a village, so trolls who are about to be eaten by random beasts, or have few moments before facing the wrath of the Alternian sun, or even attacks from your own sea dwelling race can find shelter in your elegant, cozy place.

These lucky fellows who find your hostel, however, have to be over greenbloods, since for some reason, you are REALLY scared of lowbloods in general. You are not hemoloyalist, you don't stand much particular respect for rustblood either, you just feel intimidated by them, specially REVOLUTIONARIES. You've never understood these fear and never tried, so would rather just avoid ever redblood or yellowblood that comes around. You really hope they won't take it personal that you kick most of them out or shoot them eventually.

Your tag is amoreRefined and yo.u. a.re. qu.i.te. a.rm~o.n~i.o.u.s wi.th ce.rta.i.n~ so.u.n~ds.

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Age: 10 Solar Sweeps Old
Cast: Purpleblood, Sea Dweller
Strife Specibi: PistolKind
Fetch Modus: Landlady Key

[The Next Decade]

>Be the supreme speed guy.
Igniiii... Yes, that's right! ...iiiiition!

You're RYUNUI TERANU. You are a male troll currently 6,5 solar sweeps old, but when you're talking to someone not face to face, they can think that you're at least 8 solar sweeps old. You have LOW DARK RED BLOOD, but you don't care about it.

Your trolltag is acceleratedSupernova and your typing quirk Igniiii... looks like this. Changing the word "break" to "B.R.E.A.K" ...iiiiition!

You have one power: You can move at speed of sound without any mechanisms or vehicles, but you lost your legs when you stumbled, so you asked one of your friends to make you mechanical, with one feature: retrackable wheels, so you don't need to run when you're moving at high speed.

Also, you got strange goggles, that works how computer, and interface with map of the Alternia, GPS and path markers, so you can't get lost anywhere on Alternia. They also defend your eyes from dust and everything else not sharp enough to break armored glass.

Your weapon are your own leg wheels, cause on high speed they're heating so much, that can harm someone. You like to make T-like hits pattern, cause it grants high efficiency and showiness, cause your wheels leave heat traces in the air, and they don't disappearing for 5 seconds, and on your enemies they never disappearing, even after washing.

Your symbol looks like "A" stilyzed as Speedometer. Your horns has been smoothed because of your speed, and granted you high aerodynamic. You don't like totally black colour, always using just dark colours.

You don't like fighting, but if someone force you to do it, you will do your best. You can't grant that your opponent stay alive after fights. Within fights, you don't like to hide any of your special details. If someone asks you about your blood, or your powers, you tell him all details about it.

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Name: Ryunui Teranu
Age: 6,5 solar sweeps
Blood colour: Dark red (#990000)
Strife Specibi: Wheel Kind
Fetch modus: Gaya Memory
Musical theme: Full Force

OOC:

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I have some problems with AlterniaBound sprite, if someone can draw it to me - please message me.

[IAmForever]

>Be the book loving centrollpede
,Oh, ,god, ,no, ,don't, ,even, ,joke, ,about, ,that, ,shit,



Your name is SERAR MYRIAP and you are SEVEN sweeps old.

You are a BLUE BLOODED troll and you like to do a number of things. Well not really, you mostly spend your time READING or WRITING RANDOM POINTLESS STORIES, but you are open to NEW ACTIVITIES. You have no preference in your novels, you will read anything given to you. Your POINTLESS STORIES tend to have no real moral value to them or any kind of value really, and frankly you do not give a shit. No one's ever going to read them anyway.

While you rarely leave your HIVE, you have shown to be a decent SOCIALIZER when you do. You tend to AVOID CONFLICT and keep to decent conversation, occasionally making a joke, or even laughing at another troll's joke if it is actually comical. You rarely ever demonstrate anger, only going as far as to scowl when you find something worth being affected by, which rarely happens.

You also have a FEAR of DISEMBODIED LEGS, due to your LUSUS' obsession with leaving the legs of his victims in rooms of your hive. Often times you are sitting and reading in one of your libraries and you swear you hear footsteps in other rooms. You really wish he would eat all of his victims, but alas, that is an impossibility. He is just far too stubborn and hungry.

There is a reason for your LUSUS' leg obession though. Your LUSUS is a CENTIPEDE-LIKE creature who has always looked after you and believes you can never have too many BACKUP LEGS. For the longest time you were under the belief he was collecting LEGS for you to sow together onto yourself to turn yourself into some sort of CENTROLLPEDE. Part of you still believes this. Your LUSUS has large amounts of VENOM in his fangs that cause PARALYSIS to those who are bitten, which helps him greatly in his hunting.

You live in a large TOWER with numerous rooms turned into LIBRARIES. Your LUSUS uses a series of CAVES under your hive to go to and from, leaving to hunt at night. Your TOWER is fairly empty aside from the BOOKS, and you actually use some of the more unappreciated books to BUILD FURNITURE. Well those and the legs. And the occasional PARALYZED TROLL that your LUSUS left somewhere forgetfully. Honestly you don't know the number of paralyzed bodies you've thrown out of your front door, you stopped counting a long time ago.

Your TROLLTAG is TextualAmalgamation and you ,tend, ,to, ,speak, ,clearly, ,but, ,give, ,all, ,your, ,words, ,legs, due to your LUSUS' influence. You use a BATTERY POWERED CIRCULAR SAW as your weapon, though you mostly use it as a tool when constructing new bookshelves. Your Fetch Modus is Page, which takes the object and writes down a detailed description of it instead of a picture. You can pull out any page, but if you don't read it carefully, you might end up pulling out something entirely different.

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Name:SERAR MYRIAP
Age: 7 Sweeps
Lusus: Centipede
Blood: #005F73
Strife Specibi: Sawkind
Fetch Modus: Page

(Hope this is okay, just kind of made this on a whim. Also, edited to fix some things)

[rhapsodicVulpitise]

> Be the oddly hetrospectrum'd troll



Your name is NEIONI HARTIS and boy, are you odd.

You are a mere 6 SWEEPS OLD and are the most TECHNOLOGICALLY INADVANCEDtroll in the whole galaxy. You obtained your first computer on the exact date of your 6th WRIGGLING DAY from your MOMFOX LUSUS. She's never around, so it was probably a pity gift for never being there for you.
You don't really know why you've never had a computer before. Perhaps it has something to do with you CANDY PINK BLOOD COLOR. You also have no idea why you've lived in a CAVEyour whole life. Your Momfox told you never to cry again, after you cut your finger on a sharp rock when you were 2 SWEEPS OLD. Since then, you've never shed a tear.

Despite you never crying, you are in fact, A SORE LOSER. You don't have much of a tolerance for anyones BULLSHIT, or anything of the sort. Also, after so many years of UNSOCIALIZATION, you have HORRIBLE SOCIAL SKILLS. Your words come off as BITCHY, despite what you actually mean to say is the total opposite.

It's rather sad, really. Thus, PEOPLE SEEM TO REPEL AWAY FROM YOU. You only have three other friends. Well, four, if you count that other guy. He was your EVERYTHING. At some point in your life, you felt all four quadrents for him (don't ask how) and it was beautiful. Your relationship lasted for a long time, until he became fed up with your VIOLENT MOOD SWINGS and you killed him out of frustration. You could've just cried, but nooooo, MOMFOX TOLD YOU NEVER TO CRY.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is forkKind. Your trollTag is rhapsodicVulpitise and you $peak !n a rat#er acute, qu!et and $#arp manner.

[armoredSkunk]

>Be the lion king deserter

Your name is KOKORO MINYAS ROKOKO, and you are in the middle of nowhere.


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You live in a rather SHODDY LOOKING HUT that is actually more basement than anything, surrounded by a vast expanse of SANDY DESERT. The heated landscape makes a poor habitat for most trolls, but you put up with it in exchange for refuge from the larger civilized locations. Large crowds make you nervous. This might be because you used to live in the slummier side of a large city, before you got on the BAD SIDE of a LOCAL GANG.

See, back when you were living in the city, you were the leader of a mafia-esque group of delinquents that roamed the back streets. Your group was behind all sorts of petty crimes, mostly targeting highblooded trolls, or those that sympathized with how the lower classes were generally treated. You and your merry band of "revolutionaries" were rather fearsome, but the truth is you weren't doing much more than graffiti or taking some poor saps' pocket money. Eventually you all realized you'd need to strike harder. And so you did. As the mastermind, you orchestrated the perfect scheme and executed it flawlessly. What you didn't expect was RETALIATION. Up until then, you hadn't drawn enough attention to warrant much trouble, but this time, you'd issued a challenge. It was war. Your crew was all but DECIMATED. Your right hand man BETRAYED YOU, which ended with your BEST FRIEND'S MURDER. You had only just managed to flee when they came for you. Needless to say you were all but traumatized, but in any case that's why you're laying low.

The desert isn't all bad though! The harsh sunlight (which you are very careful to avoid) is very good for the growth of your GARDEN, and the lack of moisture is adept for several species of foliage. Since you live out here by yourself and rarely make trips to the city for supplies, you had to learn how to grow your own food. You aren't a very good Thwarticulturist yet, so many of your plants end up WITHERING, but you intend to improve! As with all good Thwarticulturists, your strife specibus is set to SHEARKIND, which you use to prune the more uppity vegetation.

When you aren't working in your garden, you spend your time playing games, either with some of your few internet friends or with your PAPA, your lionfish lusus. You've always had a knack for problem solving and puzzles, and the feeling of accomplishment you get from overcoming an obstacle is the best. You are almost an almost uncharacteristically good sport when it comes to these games because of this. You'd rather PLAY AND LOSE than to not play at all. However, you absolutely lose it whenever someone looks down on you. Even though you blood festers in the inferiority of the very bottom classes, you consider yourself quite impressive. Unfortunately, picking fights never seems to work out for you these days, so it's better to just AVOID CONFRONTATION. Papa takes care of most threats now. You love him dearly and keep him in a decorated glass bowl. Unlike you, he doesn't seem to mind the desert heat.

You have a rather prickly personality, a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. However, it is rare for you to become visibly upset. That is because you don't smile a whole lot anyway. Not to say you don't get angry easily; you are too headstrong to be mild mannered. However, you show great reluctance for conflict and violence despite your own confrontational impulses. That isn't you anymore. Hurting others is taboo to you, now that you've been on the receiving end a few times.

You also find people think of you as being rather serious, but they just don't get your jokes. Your sense of humor is A BIT DRY. Oh well.

Your online tag is renegadeRingleader roseateRoses and yoo speakk with a bit oof an aksent.

[Araiss]

(This is a repost/revamp of enigmaticCumulous and beratedSwordfish.)

Be the blue troll.

N()w }{()w /\/\/\ny ()f t}{()se /\re ()ut t}{ere?

Be the blue blooded blood collector.

N()w t}{/\t's /\/\u(}{ /\/\()re spe(ifi(.

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Your name is Adinan Lymph and you are seven and a half sweeps old. You blood is a dark hue of blue, which puts you high up on the spectrum and part of the noble class. Your view on the homospectrum is somewhat lax. You don't really care who you associate with, but when you need to you do tend to use your blood as leverage. You have a hybrid lusus, which is part mosquito and part praying mantis that tends to try to scare you from time to time. Portions of your hair are also faded in color and have become gray. You have been told that you should dye it but you personally don't care.

You have a small variety of interests that you enjoy doing. You like to solve all kinds of puzzles and riddles, whether they be jigsaw puzzles or rubix cubes. You are a wiz at doing puzzles. You have also recently begun playing video games, as you now know that there are puzzles that come in that form. You read trollmance novels ever since you borrowed a book from a subjugglator and you tend to train with your weapon in order to stay fit for what you have to do.

You use axeKind as your strife specibus as you find them the perfect weapon for what you do. Over the years you have practiced with bigger and bigger axes, but of course you know that size isn't everything. As such you have obtained variations of axes to use, such as halberds and guillotines. Because of this you are also knowledgeable about using spears, though you do not have a strife card for them.

Now many trolls might wonder what you do, and it's a pretty simple answer as creepy as it is. You tend to deal with blood in a few different aspects. One of these is food for your lusus, as it eats, or more correctly drinks blood. It is bigger than you so you tend to collect a lot of it. Because of this you have started a record of what types of blood you collect and have turned it into a giant puzzle of trying to collect every single type of blood. You know that generally this is probably impossible, but it keeps you entertained. Due to a suggestion of a friend of yours you have also started studying blood learning the more specific aspects about it. Because of this you have gained a small amount of medical experience as well.

Because of dealing with so much blood and as well as where you live you wear a very long sleeve sweater. You don't mind it at all, as you would rather not get blood all over you, not that you usually do anyways. The way you collect blood is through donations, which is why your blue blood helps, the extra leverage. Otherwise you will just cull other trolls for it. This has basically given you a system as you don't need to cull as long as you get continuous donations from other trolls, and the fewer donations you get the more you need to cull to feed your lusus.

As for why parts of your hair is gray this is due to your lusus. When you first started your blood collecting you just fed trolls to your lusus. Sometimes you could not get enough blood as well, so your lusus would go into moods of rage and attack you. This has also caused you to have a small stock of paranoia due to both the attacks as well as the lack of sleep and nightmares you were subdued to. You tend to hide this as you don't want anyone to think you're a psychopath. These outburst have also left a few scars on your arms and body, another reason as to why you wear long sleeves.

You have a condition that causes you to have moods of depression every now and again, though this has mostly disappeared as you have recently gained a few quadrants which has caused you not to worry as much. Not that it doesn't come with it's own problems from time to time. There is also another attribute about blood that you have now seemed to have gained from your lusus, which is tasting and drinking it. This probably makes you a borderline axe chopping blood collecting psychopath, but you don't eat sopor slime or anything like that so you think you're fine.

You use the Riddler modus, so anytime you wish to get something out you must solve a riddle. Your trolltag is enigmaticCumulous and you ten[) t() (re/\te senten(es /\s if y()u were putting t()get}{er /\ puzzle.

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Name: Adinan Lymph
Blood:[COLOR="#1C0099"]
Modus: Riddler
Age: 7 1/2
Strife Specibus: axeKind
Lusus: Mantis Mosquito hybrid
Trolltag: enigmaticCumulous

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Be the hemoloyal seadweller.

∃>That's fine.<E



Hey you don't look like that anymore.

∃>You don't really need to state the obvious.<E

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Your name is Mantra Nir'chu and you are eight sweeps old. You blood is that of the upper caste, the highest one in fact, which makes you a seadweller, fins included. You suppose you were lucky that you were hatched as a seadweller, but then again not everyone can so you believe it to be a hatchright. You live in a hive that is mostly submerged underwater lodged into the coral with your sea dragon lusus. Sometimes you don't know how you ended up with a lusus like that.

Moving on you have a couple of varying interest that you participate in when you have time to yourself. One of these interest is sword collecting, it doesn't matter what the sword is as long as it isn't rusted or broken. If such a sword like that does come into your company, you have a habit of breaking and throwing them away. You also enjoy sparring with other trolls, when you can find a sparring partner, as such you tend to ask other trolls for matches if you think they will offer a good enough fight.

You are a hemoloyalist, and a strong one at that. You tend to follow the guidelines that are in place because of the Hemospectrum, this includes carrying out your duty as a seadweller, which you believe to be harassing lowbloods so that they know their place as well as culling trolls who choose to disrespect this system. You find that it is a very fair system, everyone needs to follow it and that's why it's fair. That isn't to say you don't give other trolls a chance to prove themselves, and that's only because you have a slightly open view which increasingly narrows as the blood of whomever you may be talking to goes down.

At least..you used to be like that. After a recent event you find yourself harassing lowbloods even more now, and increased in your loyalty. You don't know if it's because the event in question never settled completely, but you do know that you don't want to deal with it anymore. You may still give lowerbloods a chance, but if they prove themselves to be idiots you have a right to show them their place. That or send them away so you don't have to show that authority by the hand of your blade.

Speaking of blades, we should move onto weapons now shouldn't we? You tend to use two sorts of weapons, both gauntlets and katanas. Your strife specibus is set as gauntletKind, but you have a habit of using a sword to fight most of the time with your strife specibus used rarely. Ever since the event which caused your injury you have obtained a bladeKind specibus, but you have also been attributing more of your time to your original specibus as well. You use the backwards modus. Because of this in order to obtain something from your fetch modus you must say it's full name backwards, even if the name in question is broken up into different parts. You find that this has you saying some pretty weird things at times.

Personally you suppose you have a few habits you've acquired during your lifetime. One of them being saying the names of trolls you don't like or respect backwards. You suppose you could consider yourself an angry troll, then again you don't care. You should be respected as a royalblood and you don't have time for idiocy.

Your trolltag is beratedSwordfish and you ∃>tend to talk with your fins at both sides of every sentence you speak.<E

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Name: Mantra Nir'chu
Blood:[COLOR="#A40089"]
Modus: Backwards
Age: 8
Strife Specibus: gauntletKind and bladeKind
Lusus: Sea Dragon
Trolltag: beratedSwordfish