Your name is LOKIAR THEOSI. You've come into quite a few bad circumstances throughout your SEVEN SWEEPS of life. You've noted that you've begun to fall into a deep pit of psychological despair and lack of a guiding morality, which we would call NHILISM. Such philosophy has lead to a dissheveled apperence, wearing of the SAME DAMN PANTS which you found in a box somewhere wondering around the lawnring you grew up on. Your HORNS got sawed off by some punk who lived in the same lawnring at you. You were outside looking for free wares to bet with in the abandoned hives of the recently deceased, when you were quickly hit with a blunt object. When you came to, they were gone.
Needless to say, he didn't see his next wriggling day.
Your LUSUS is gone, because you bet him while GAMBLING under the influence of SOPOR SLIME when you were about 5 SWEEPS OLD. You harldly remember what it was, but think it was some kind of SMALL, TIMID, WHISKERED CREATURE who was a coward. You're glad to be rid of it anyways, It always slowed you down when you could have been, for instance, GAMBLING MORE or SCAMMING to GAMBLE or SCAMBLING (scamming whilst gambling, for the uninitiated).
Your preferred weapon is a SHAPRENED SPADE SHOVEL. You enjoy it because you can cull anyone who needs it, move things out of the way, and if it's still sharp enough, dig a hole with it. Spade being a quadrant relevant to hate, you seem to get a whole kind of giddy ironic energy from using a spade to spread pain in a spadelike manner. Oh, the ironies!
Your personality is quite smooth and calm, as you have trained yourself to never show any weaknesses, lest you be victimised in the vicious underground you call “home”. You enjoy meeting new trolls, not only to have new currency reserves to pilfer, but also to fall back on as a plan B. SOPOR SLIME which you purposefully neglect to wash off lingers in your hair. You've noted a discrette dab applied to the tounge can signifigantly calm you down and prevent you from making any rash decisions, and supress your race's angry and warlike impulses that you are cursed with. Plus, you seem to think that it improves your chances of winning BIG CURRENCY whenever you try to work your way into fortune the quick and easy route. Regrettably, it has been known to fly off when you make a perticurally sharp movement, which usually finds its way onto any bystanders, typically the largest and most anger-prone one
Your SHOES have a purple trim, as you believe that you stomp all over the highbloods when you rock their faces with killer luck and quick tricks. When in similar hemospect-rial company, you enjoy pointing this out, even lying about how it's real highblood blood during your younger sweeps.
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