Trollslum 9, Old-school style with Quincunx's Hvalur Lepton

**quirkyParadox** · 11-26-2011, 12:16 PM

>Enter name.

Your name is SARPILA RUTRIX and you are EIGHT SWEEPS old. Your EMOTIONS aren’t the most consistent, but your main MOOD is general NASTINESS. Aside from this, you tend to be SERIOUS and LOGICAL. Things that would be SHOCKING to other people tend to BORE you. You just prefer to GET SHIT OVER AND DONE WITH. Such as this HALF-ASSED DESCRIPTION of yourself.

>Examine tattoos.

TATTOOS, the reader says? You are enthralled by the intriguing command!
Well, the ones that are visible are fairly straightforward, and the ones that aren’t visible are pretty much the same things. They resemble the TATTOOS of your IDOL, THE PROFESSOR. She was a MEDIC in the ALTERNIAN FLEET and her findings on the TROLLIAN BODY have effectively BLOWN YOUR MIND. You wish to carry on her RESEARCH.

>Go to lab.

In here lies about five LOWBLOOD CORPSES your LUSUS apparently isn’t hungry for. They are products of your EXPERIMENTS, none of which have been SUCCESSFUL. EXPERIMENTS of yours usually entail TESTING A BODY’S LIMITS or COSMETIC CHANGES, such as adding extra LIMBS. You wish you could KEEP some of the more interesting CORPSES; however your LUSUS insists they be DISPOSED of. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes YOU dispose of the CORPSES in the same manner your LUSUS does.

>Examine corpses.

These were various TROLLS who were quite DISRESPECTFUL to you despite the fact that you are of BETTER BLOOD. The DRONES would find them annoying. You’re doing them a FAVOR.

>Examine lusus.

HYDRAMOM is in the MOAT surrounding your TOWER HIVE and not to be bothered.

>Regard hemospectrum.

As a GREENBLOOD, you don’t have any particular ILL THOUGHTS towards the HEMOSPECTRUM. You like the fact that you’re in the MIDDLE and therefore somewhat RESPECTED, but not LOATHED or WORSHIPPED. You treat people based on their DEMEANOR, not BLOOD COLOR. Actually, this isn’t always true. You try to SHUT UP around HIGHBLOODS, but find you cannot remain in the presence of an OBNOXIOUS one. You did this once, and will never do it again.

>Examine quadrants.

The aforementioned OBNOXIOUS HIGHBLOOD? That’s your KISMESIS. You have an incredibly unstable RELATIONSHIP with him, but at least you’ve filled a QUADRANT. The idea of REDROM absolutely TERRIFIES you, because you think you would be AWFUL at it. You know you have to GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER SOON. The SWEEPS have passed quicker than you thought.

>Check Trollian.

Your TROLLTAG is grimlyWhimsical and |==|==-- you are always open to talk about tattOOs.

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**Flamerider64** · 11-26-2011, 02:32 PM

> . . .

You question if this is someone you really want to be.

>:- how's it going cheeseballs!? -:<

Your name is Jaxper Spichen, as far as your peers are concerned, you're the whiniest pathetic motherfucker still alive on Alternia. But you're a 7 sweeps old boy genius, so who's laughing now!
HAHAHAHAHAHA-*coughcough*
urgh, you need a lozenge

You're working on your evil laugh. Oh, probably should have mentioned that, you're taking up a typical villanous stance on pretty much anything, you're bad, but you're also bad at being bad; pretty much anyone could cast you aside in a fight, which is why you always bring robots in for back up, anywhere and everywhere.
Oh, yeah, that too, if it's one thing you're competent at, it's robotics and such. You have such great robotic minions, you didn't even feel like you needed to give them legs, they just float everywhere. Of course, they're not too good in fights either, you hate to admit it, but they wouldn't take a headbutt from a worm, and you don't exactly arm them very well either. You blame that on the scrap metal you have to use.

Back to being evil, you've not made such a great name on that yet, but lets just say that you'll jump to the oppertunity to work with another bad guy, and you have a terrible knack for being betrayed. You are such a disgusting idiot that even your own kind don't appreciate you; they just let you tag along and let you work up to your promises, and their bidding. Mostly because they have better plans than you.

Your lusus is... a monkey. It's not a particularly impressive one either, it's kind of lanky and dopey. Like you in a way. Though it's too much like you as well in the sense that it keeps dismantling your stuff, monkey bastard. You also wield staffkind, which isn't impressive either, though you like attaching thing to the end of one, like tools; you're just making do with your resources. You keep all your stuff in a less-than-practical-but-actually-pretty-fun Boss Battle Modus, which deploys a short video game boss for you to fight every time you need an item. They're not hard or anything, but the battle is unique for every item, and some take way longer than others.

And on that note, your trolltag is robomookMonarch and >:- you sure do love to gloat in your totally evil way! -:<

What do you mean it's too long?

**Hyacinth 13** · 11-26-2011, 02:52 PM

Hey. Uhhm. I posted a profile back in Trollslum 5, but I'd sort of like to change a few things in it so...

If I were to repost it, would this be the right place to?

**Overnightfuture** · 11-26-2011, 02:54 PM

Originally Posted by Hyacinth 13

Hey. Uhhm. I posted a profile back in Trollslum 5, but I'd sort of like to change a few things in it so...

If I were to repost it, would this be the right place to?

Yes it would.

**EnigmaticD** · 11-26-2011, 05:28 PM

>Be the perfect sea dweller.
Oh pwease, who awe we kidding. I'm not pewfect, I'm a joke.
>... Wait, you want me to insult you?
Not insuwt me, just teww me the twuth: I'm not pewfect.
>Be the sea dweller with self-esteem issues.

Done. Your name is AUREUS TAKOIA, and you are absolutely perfect. Who said that? You did.

Profile:

You are pretty much on the UPPER CRUST of society. Well, as far up as you can be without PISSING OFF THE CONDESCE. And really, you don’t want that to happen. You happen to VALUE the Condesce and all she does for SOCIETY, which is a lot, but you can’t think of any of it right now. The main reason why you like the Condesce, however, is because of a common connection you both share: you are both ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. Strong, intelligent, charming. That’s all of the things that describe you. You are being ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FACTUAL here. You can’t tell a lie, because you’re perfect.

You AREN’T PERFECT. You say you are, but really, WHO ARE YOU KIDDING? You have a TERRIBLE taste in suits, you can’t PLAN ANYTHING worth a damn, and you would probably get STRAIGHT UP SCHOOLFED in a fight. Worst of all, you have this CRAPPY RHOTICISM that makes people take you even less seriously than they probably already do. But you keep up this public image, because feeling like you’re worthless makes you look weak. And you aren’t weak. You are PERFECTION. If anyone says otherwise, you will GUT THEM. You’ve kind of been trying to GET HELP about your combined cases of CRIPPLINGLY LOW SELF-ESTEEM and FLAGRANT NARCISSISM. OCTOPUSDAD is trying, but you know he’d rather crack open clams and chase shiny things than act as a therapist. As for the only one of your friends that you are completely convinced ACTUALLY likes you... well, let’s not get into her at the moment.

You have friends, yeah, but they probably talk to you behind your back, saying you’re WORTHLESS and that YOUR VOICE IS FUNNY. BOTH ARE TRUE, but that doesn’t mean you gotta like it when other people point it out, and especially when you have to keep up an image of being a HOT-SHOT SEA DWELLER. Whenever people openly make fun of you, they end up on your SHIT LIST, and you have one of your ASSOCIATES deal with them, making up something about them being TRAITORS TO THE EMPRESS, or some crap. You do this because PERFECT PEOPLE always have associates to help them, and because you would probably MESS UP if you did everything by yourself. You also do this because PERFECT PEOPLE always have a good reason for killing others, even if it’s A LIE. Kind of like your entire life, you DOUCHE.

You use the Wildcard Modus, because perfect people are lucky enough to get the right item at the right time. You use the bladeKind abstratus, because all the perfect kids use swords. If you were to somehow play Sgrub, you would be the Duke of Heart in the Land of Kalamari and Jewels.Your trolltag is goldenOctopus, and you have a bit of a pwobwem pwonouncing youw “r”s and “l”s

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**llamamiah** · 11-26-2011, 07:22 PM

>Be the mustardblood photographer with nothing to lose.

(Sprite by Nightcastle)

Your name is JEKTIV AUSREI.

You LOVE THE ART known as SHUTTERBUGGERY. You take PHOTOGRUBS of just about EVERYTHING YOU CAN FIND. This ranges from DANGEROUS WILDLIFE to SPLENDID VISTAS to HUMOROUS SIGHTS to YOUR FELLOW TROLLS.

That LAST ONE has gotten you into a LOT OF TROUBLE.

Basically what happened, was you started taking SCANDALOUS PHOTOS of TROLLS OF ALL CASTES, and proceeded to TACK THEM TO THE CULLETIN BOARDS in the LARGE FORUM of your home city. The Trolls SAW THESE PHOTOS, got PISSED, and you've been ON THE RUN EVER SINCE. You are currently stationed in THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, ALTERNIA, in a DECENT-SIZED ABANDONED HIVE that you CLAIMED AS YOUR OWN.

HOWEVER, you wound up losing JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU OWNED. All you have left from the OLD DAYS are the CLOTHES YOU WORE THAT NIGHT, a COUPLE POSTERS, your eGRUB, and your GLOWVERMIN LUSUS. You've managed to PURCHASE a few POSTERS and RANDOM JUNK, but your NEW HIVE is still mostly decorated in GRUBBYFUR ART that you CAN'T SEEM TO GET OFF THE WALLS. It's VERY DISTURBING.

Your INTERESTS, other than SHUTTERBUGGERY, include FAST-PACED ACTION MOVIES, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR VIDEO GAMES, and ANYTHING RELATING TO DOKTOR SHOOSH. ADMITTEDLY, the DISTURBING ART ON YOUR WALLS is KIND OF GROWING ON YOU. But you're not about to tell anyone THAT.

You have a special PSYCHIC POWER. For just the SHORTEST OF MOMENTS, you can shoot a BLINDING FLASH FROM YOUR EYES. You wear a pair of BLACK SUNGLASSES to make sure you DON'T ACCIDENTALLY TRIGGER IT, because it could actually be a CURSE if someone was out LOOKING FOR YOU.

LATELY, you tend to post your SCANDALOUS PHOTOS on an INTERNET BLOG known as WONDERS OF THE UNDISCOVERED LENS. Nobody has FIGURED OUT THAT IT'S YOU SO FAR, mainly because you have never put up a single PHOTOGRUB OF YOURSELF.

Your FETCH MODUS is the DOUBLY LINKED LIST MODUS. Items are put into NODES of CERTAIN NUMBERS, which you have set to FIVE. The FIRST and LAST item in each node CONNECT TO OTHER NODES. So the LAST ITEM of NODE ONE would connect to the FIRST ITEM of NODE TWO, then the LAST of NODE TWO to the FIRST OF NODE THREE, etc. etc. If you WERE TO REMOVE THE LAST ITEM OF NODE ONE, then it would ALSO remove the LAST ITEM of NODE TWO, and SHIFT THE CARDS IN BOTH NODES so that ANY AND ALL EMPTY CARDS would NOT be connectors. You can ALSO insert a NEW NODE INBETWEEN TWO OTHERS, making the LAST OF NODE ONE connect to the FIRST OF THE NEW NODE, then the LAST OF THE NEW NODE would connect to the FIRST OF NODE TWO.

Your STRIFE SPECIBI are allocated to CAMERAKIND and 2/3HAMMRKIND. You use the FIRST TO STORE ALL YOUR CAMERAS IN AN EASY MANNER, and the SECOND to SILENCE ANYONE THAT REALIZES YOUR IDENTITY.

On TROLLIAN, you trollTag is undiscoveredLens, aN=Nd you S=SpE=Eak with a bit of a S=StraN=NgE=E S=StuttE=Er on a fE=Ew S=SpE=Ecific L=LE=EttE=ErS=S.

If you were to ever play a MYSTERIOUS GAME that would CAUSE THE APOCALYPSE and CREATE A NEW UNIVERSE, you would become the ACCIPITRARY OF FLAME, and would come to dwell in the LAND OF CANDLES AND ROOMS.

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**chiiyume** · 11-26-2011, 07:47 PM

>Be the charming sea dweller
Whhyy thhank yyouu

Your name is CHII YUME you aree 6 Alternian solar sweeps and you come form the LAND OF WATER AND DEW. you are the PRINCESS OF OCEANS you live in a hive under water.your lusus is a FLYING WHALE it hangs out with you all the time. You wield the wandKind specibus and have combined your WHITE WAND with your HARRY POTTER WAND that you had for some fucking reason to make your awsome science/magic wand. The consorts of your land are CORAL REEF SALAMANDERS that like SWIMMING. Your chumHandle is [RA] rainbowAquarium yyouur tyypiing quuiirks aree douublee thhee all thhe leetteers iin yyouur nammee.

**Fexxos Vyront** · 11-28-2011, 10:37 AM

'bout time I posted these two.

> Be the conspirators

Resprite by insaniacAsu
)If we must.)
(OKAY!! CAN I EAT SOMEONE??(
Your names are Yindus and Yagvus Gorrel. And you may as well be joined at the hip. You are both the exact same age, 8 sweeps old. As far as anyone can tell, you hatched together, and you both certainly recall going through your trials together.

Let's start with Yagvus:
You are a little bit of a psychopath. You exhibit cannibalistic tendancies, and it certainly doesn't help your state of mind. However, you don't appear to be getting any worse.
You have a psychic power: You can phase through any physical object that you come in contact with, so long as it's touching you physically. However, in trade, you're EXTREMELY vulnerable to any damage sustained as a result of psychic powers, energy-based weapons, and, if it existed, presumably magic, and you can't phase too large an area. Also, any injuries your moirail, Yindus, gets from physical assault appear on your body. If he gets stabbed in the arm, you are stabbed in the arm. He uses this occasionally to keep you in line by stabbing his hand with a fork or slapping his wrist, a necessary precaution so you don't go totally bonkers and harass everyone with your psychosis, thus getting the both of you culled.
You live with Yindus in his castle hive in an earthy wasteland. Trolls seem to like FLARPING there for some reason, a perfect constant food source for you. So it all works out! It's also the perfect place to find random animals dying all around around for your taxidermy hobby. You're almost unmatched in skill, and sell them online. Surprisingly, you have a lot of loyal customers.
When you fight, you use scalpelKind. You can slice things open with them AND you can throw them! It's perfect! When that fails you also use sewneedlKind, which would be a lot less useful if you didn't have a very large sewing needle. About as big as your arm. Details on how you got it are sketchy, best not to talk about it.
Your trolltag is manicSchemer and you're (A LITTLE FUCKING CRAZY!!(

Now Yindus:
You have to live with that guy. Your interests, as such, are intellectual, to give the two of you a broad range of skills. You study the conspiracy theories other trolls cook up, usually to laugh at them or disprove them. Anons trying to overthrow Her Imperial Condescension? Yeah right. Secret Societies of red-bloods building Blue-Blooded androids to invade the hierarchy? Puh-lease. Blue-bloods attempting to usurp seadweller rule? Not in a million sweeps.
With your moirail, Yagvus, you make up plenty of your own much more well thought out conspiracies against random rolls you meet, telling them suspicious looking trolls are out to get them. Usually, you go for gullible, predictable trolls, but it's not always easy.
You rarely fight, considering how vulnerable you are to physical assault. And any physical attacks made on you show up on Yagvus, so you tend to be extra careful. However, it seems to be the case that if anyone hurts him, you are also hurt, so it's not a one-way deal. However, with your blood, you're immune to psychic powers. You can't vouch for magic or energy-based weapons, as you've never stuck around to see the results for one, and the other you doubt exists.
When you do fight you use whipKind. It keeps most physical assaults at a safe distance.
Your trolltag is disciplinarySchemer and you're )Very calm, precise, and correct.)

The both of you live with your single lusus, a masked theifbeast you call Pa-Coon. He's a little disappointed that you two didn't pick up something a little more along the lines of theft, and he's still not easy with having TWO charges, since it's so unconventional. However, no matter what he's still your lusus and he watches over you both like any good lusus should.

You share a sylladex because you both use the COMPROMISE modus. In order to retrieve an item, you must both agree on the item to retrieve.

If you ever played a game you would be the Prince of Mind (Yindus) and the Knight of Form (Yagvus), and you'd visit the Land of Light and Shadow. Yindus would dream on Derse, and Yagvus on Prospit.

**momatoes** · 11-28-2011, 11:07 AM

To clarify: Yes, you can add supplementary pictures (in fact, if you feel more comfortable with an illustration than a sprite, then no problem!) and you can repost old profiles. You can also place alternate versions but they won't be added to the index, and do specify if that's what you're doing.

Thanks to the miracle of the internet age, trolls from Nov. 21 to 28 have now been added to the troll list. Give it a while to reflect the pages; in the meantime, here's the additions to the roster.

November 21-28 Trolls, oh dear.

Be the unconventional, stylish flirt, DANSEA MACABRE.
Be the light-sensitive weirdo recluse, VAMARB PORIHC.
Be the troll stuck in nowheresville, ROSTIC TARIN.
Be the socially awkward poet, POROPO POE.
Be the aspiring redblood rebel, NAHUAL SAGDID.
Be the bigshot crusader wannabe, ROOGAN MELISH.
Be the redblood bee troll, ZONZ BLATS.
Be the underhanded assassin, ERRANN NADANN.
Be the half-robotic combat survivor, KIILEK REKAUR.
Be the greatest photographer ever, SNIMKA FERDIG.
Be the overly strong economist, DEHITT ZHOKAR.
Be the preppy viola player, ZERUDI ALTIST.
Be the sweet-tempered seamstress, JANDO FISSIA.
Be the mathematical girl gamer, MIIVAA SEITII.
Be the cocky technology-lover, MAKOR ZEMOR.
Be the lover of both soda and hell, PLUCIO HADIEN.
Be the no-nonsense nasty greenblood, SARPILA RUTRIX.
Be the whiny blueblood villain-in-training, JAXPER SPICHEN.
Be the mustardblood with nothing to lose, JEKTIV AUSREI.
Be the princess of the oceans, CHII YUME.
Be the inseparable pair, YINDUS and YAVGUS GORREL.

Some statistics!

Average hue is 153!
21 trolls were posted in this week interval by 20 people. (I'm counting the pair as only one troll. u__u)

We've got relatively new users in the Trollslum this week. Let's welcome King of Idiots, missingEnigma, Lexperiments, quirkyParadox, and chiiyume. May your stay in the fora be incident and butt-free.

Thank you for visiting Trollslum.

**fallenObstraction** · 11-28-2011, 12:30 PM

Uhmm... I was wondering if it was too late for me to post my fan troll here? ;v;

**momatoes** · 11-28-2011, 01:00 PM

Hi there! Of course not, there's no time limit on posting fan trolls. c:

The time thing only applies to which trolls are currently eligible for Troll of the Week. Every troll who gets posted here will eventually be okay to be nominated. Hope that clears things up!

**fallenObstraction** · 11-28-2011, 01:39 PM

kk, thank you c: Alright then! I'll be throwing this here:

>Be the food addict freak.

Your name is ARMAYE PHOLIA.

Eating is one of your favorite hobbies, in fact you eat every hour and find it normal. FOOD is the best thing you can think of, you just can't live without it. Of course you have other INTERESTS as well such as collecting FOOD POSTERS and COOKING. You are easily influenced by the people around you and you speak in a POLITELY MANNER, well at least you try. There are food posters everywhere in your room and it's always hard to find the RECIPES as you forget where you always put them. You're rather naive and is always in your room, unless you have to go to the bathroom or make some food. You mostly say what's in your mind and you clearly don't think over it. Your STRIFE SPECIBI is an odd WOODEN BACK SCRATCHER, you seriously have no idea how you can hit someone with that. On your desk lies your FETCH MODUS which is a MENU. It's somehow kind of picture book and you sure love that thing.

You're not very social, but you do like to go on TROLLIAN and have a nice chat with your friends. Oh, who are you even kidding? Speaking about friends, you don't have any! They think you're weird and most of them can't stand you! Luckily enough, some of them tends to "respect" you because of your blood color. Your trolltag is fallenObstraction and you tend to spEAk-wIth-cAspEd-vOcAls-And-rEplAcE-spAcE-wIth-

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**Metaflare** · 11-28-2011, 02:38 PM

HEY GUESS WHO FINALLY MADE ANOTHER FANTROLL

Your name is XEMMEX LARKER. You have a variety of INTERESTS.

You consider yourself an EXCELLENT LITERARY ANALYZER. You are able to DEDUCE THINGS WAY IN ADVANCE because you are just THAT FUCKING SMART.

UNFORTUNATELY, because you are just SO SMART, you find yourself BORED quite often. You have tried taking up MANY HOBBIES to try and fight off your IMMENSE BOREDOM, but very few held your attention for very long.

You, being part of the NAUTICAL ARISTOCRACY, live in the SEA. But because of your CONSENDING NATURE, you have pretty much become a RECLUSE. You almost never leave your HIVE due to this, and your LUSUS is forced to get all the food for you.

It's HARD being FUCKING SMART. It's HARD and NOBODY UNDERSTANDS.

Because they SUCK.

Your trolltag is nauticalGenius and You wish everyone would buzzz offf!

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**llamamiah** · 11-28-2011, 03:11 PM

>Be the blueblood with a rebith obsession.

YeS, As has happened countless times beforE, It happens agaiN,

Your name is MAHVEE RILIND.

You believe in a STRANGE THEORY that every UNIVERSE has AN INFINITE NUMBER of DUPLICATES. Some are MILDLY DIFFERENT, some DRASTICALLY SO, while others ARE EXACTLY THE SAME. You believe that when a UNIVERSE DIES, a duplicate TAKES ITS PLACE, starting EVERYTHING ALL OVER AGAIN.

This has led to many Trolls thinking that you are INSANE, but YOU DON'T REALLY CARE. They'll HATE ON YOU again, as they HAVE BEFORE. Endlessly, it always occurs, again and again and again.

Ahem. Anyways. You like A CERTAIN SPECIFICALLY GENERAL CATEGORY OF ITEMS. You like those that are COMPLETELY ANCIENT, as well as those that are COMPLETELY FUTURISTIC. The media can be ANYTHING. Movie, TV show, video game, music, book, play, pantomime, dance, ANYTHING! The genre doesn't matter either, if it's REALLY OLD or REALLY FUTURISTIC then you're ON IT like a PROGRAM on a COMPUTER.

You are also an INCREDIBLY GOOD CODER, being able to HACK INTO ANYTHING, create just about ANY FILE, just about ANYTHING LIKE THAT.

Your LUSUS is a GIANT SNAKE that is currently coiled around your TOWERING HIVE. Your RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM is RELATIVELY DECENT, seeing as he eats ALL FLYING THINGS that come within 300 FEET OF YOUR HIVE, which means that you DON'T HAVE TO FEED HIM.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to 2XPISTOLKIND, which you use with INCREDIBLE EXPERTISE because you have been watch HOW TO GO GUNS AKIMBO VIDEOS that you find in OLD RUINS for SWEEPS.

Your FETCH MODUS is WHEEL. Your CARDS are positioned in an EVER-TURNING CIRCLE, and you have to time it JUST RIGHT to OBTAIN or RETRIEVE ANY ITEM.

On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is hyacinthineOuroboros, And you speak in a manner with a distinct start and enD, That somehow never ends despite what anyone doeS,

If you were to ever play a game of SGRUB, you would become the SHAMAN OF TIME in the LAND OF ERAS AND CLOUDS. Your CONSORTS would be TAN WOMBATS who SAY "NEH NEH NEH".

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**Dragongirl30894** · 11-28-2011, 04:42 PM

-> Be the seadweller

congrats/ now you\re a whole bunch of idiots at the same time+

-> Be the... seadwelling bitch?

that still ain\t enough pal+

-> Alright, fine. Be the rebel seadweller.

still not good/ but that\ll do+

Your name is Opalla Spahro, but everyone just calls you Opal. Or, more acurately, "that bitch". Like any respectable seadweller, you have a number of interests. But since you are definitely far from being a respectable anything, yours include beating the shit out of trolls, robbery and drinking. We'll get to all of that right away.

Hatched in one of the highest castes possible, your dark pink blood granted you a very much comfortable position on the spectrum, and your lusus (we'll get to her too eventually) tried her best to raise you as a fine lady. But all that effort went to waste. Close to the top of the spectrum, you found few trolls who were anywhere close to your position, and the system of castes gave you all the reason you needed to do whatever the fuck you wanted. And so you did. It started with small things, like disregarding your lusus's orders when you were just a little wiggler, but it soon grew with you. Now you take no orders from anyone, you accept no advices (because you're obviously way better than everyone and don't need any), and you do everything you want, anywhere you go.

Your interests branched from that. You get into fights often, so you're a great fighter, and almost never loose. You're very good at picking locks, and, if that takes too long, kicking people's doors open. You are a kleptomaniac, and your quick hands have learned to pickpocket any and every potential target you walk by. You are quite skilled at sneaking as well. You drink often too, and lost count of how many people you've killed on drunken bouts or rage, and even if you cared enough to count, you'd have probably forgotten some anyway. Sometimes you start fights for the sole reason that you feel like it at the moment. Yeah, you're just a big troublemaker.

As a side note though, you're a bit of a masochist too. It's a part of the reason why you have so many piercings and tattoos. And why you brawl so often as well. You suppose it's kind of a given really, so you don't really mention it to anyone. It's not like you have that many friends to begin with. Aside from a few people you keep contact over Trollian, pretty much everyone you meet is bound to either get the living hell beaten out of them, or not like your atitude and then get beaten. Doesn't really change much, does it? You're actually pretty lonely because of that, so you just drown the feeling with booze and pointless fights.

To pile up with your unusualness, you live on land, despite having those fins sticking out of your head. It's because of your lusus. For some reason you didn't get an aquatic creature for a lusus. She's one of those sphynx cats that have no fur, with no signs whatsoever of being able to live underwater. You forgot the name you gave her, so now you just call her Crumples. And because of her, you went to live in a city. The authorities don't dare to bother you about your robberies because, to them, you're just robbing peasants. When you want to steal stuff from a highblood you keep a low profile, and they just blame it on some redblood or something. You don't have a single fuck to give. And at the city you stay you're the only seadweller, so you don't have to bother with accidentaly breaking into a hive belonging to someone higher than you. And you get a nice influence too.

Frequenting bars more often than your hive almost, you made sure to get the appropriate specibi for such situations. You have chairKind, bottleKind, and, oddly enough, limbKind too. The first two are great for improvisation. But it's the last you like the most. With it, you can just rip someone's arm off and beat them with it, as well as being able to just use your own limbs in any manner you see fit, be it by punching, kicking, or anything else you might think off. They're all very handy.

You Fetch Modus isn't complicated either, it's just the Barfight Modus. When you want to retrieve stuff, a dummy pops up, and all you have to do is hit it in a place related to what you want to get back. So, say you want to retrieve a pair of shades. Punch the dummy in the face, and the shades appear. Simple as that. You can use trolls instead of the dummy too. One time you wanted to get back a rake for whatever reason, and the Modus only gave it to you after you kicked the dummy in the butt, which amused you to no end.

On the rare times you get enough spare time to talk to your online buddies, you go with the tag of recalcitrantRiot, and you type however the hell you want+

**Oddball XP** · 11-28-2011, 04:45 PM

> Be the space coolkid.

"dammitt. i'm going tto sound like a giantt douche every ttime i say butt."

Your name is Fracct Tempro.

Music theme - borrowed from Vol. 8 album

No troll can hope to beat you in a cooloff. You are simply the best there is.
You have mastered the art of sarcasm, and the art of giving zero fucks.
One of your favourite ways to troll others is insulting them with metaphors.

You have a strong affinity for FRACTALS. Your shirt is adorned with the famous MANDELBROT FRACTAL. You could go on and on about how fractals go on and on into infinity. And you often do.

Tying into this, you are also very partial to OUTER SPACE. Not only the planets and stars, but the INFINITE SPACE that stretches between them, going on and on to infinit-- Wait, we've been down this road.

You are skilled at building things with JET ENGINES attached, and flying said vehicles. This puts you ever closer to the aforementioned SPACE you are partial to.

You enjoy MAKING GAMES, but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT. They wind up essentially the GameSpawner (GameMaker's troll version) equivalent of SBaHJ.

You have two Strife Specibi, Spectaclekind and Guitarkind. You usually just use your signature SHADES for the former, but when things get hot you sometimes need to switch to some shades with cool abilities or lasers. You used to PLAY GUITAR, but now you rarely use your GUITAR for anything except smashing things.

You use the BOGGLE Fetch Modus. The Sylladex shakes and scrambles up the letters, and then you can only use an item that is able to be spelled with the letters given.

Your weakness is pretty HUMILIATING for someone who lives on Alternia, so you do your best to HIDE IT. You are secretly VERY SQUEAMISH, the sight of blood of any colour makes you feel faint or nauseous. If this secret gets out, it could RUIN YOUR COOLKID REPUTATION.

You live in an OBSERVATORY atop a VOLCANO. It runs off geothermal power.

Your LUSUS is downright insufferable. Its "species" is a flysaucer, a fly in a small UFO. All you can see poking out of the UFO is its head. Its name is Moju. It eternally makes trouble around your hive by zapping things with a laser, or abducting them with a tractor beam.
The fly vomits every several seconds and this MAKES YOU EXTREMELY CROSS. If it's not stealing or zapping your stuff, it's vomiting all over it. Sheesh.

Your trolltag is interstellarContinuum, and you ttend tto enunciatte your T's quitte hard. You type in double T's as well, in homage to your horns. You rarely use capitalizations or exclamations, and periods only for effect.

Your future is vast.

In short:
Name: Fracct Tempro
Trolltag: interstellarContinuum
Title: Sage of Space
Quirks: Coolkid, insults via metaphors, usually doesn't give a fuck
Loves: Space, jet engines, fractals
Blood colour: Blue (RGB: 63 72 204, Hex: 3F48CC)
Shirt: Mandelbrot fractal
Horns: t shape
Strife Specibus: Spectaclekind and Guitarkind
Fetch Modus: Boggle
Lusus: Flysaucer
Land: Land of Fragments and Frogs
Typing quirk: Double T's, capitals and punctuation only when necessary to get point across

**Steev** · 11-28-2011, 05:41 PM

> Be exceptionally bro.

sδun∂s hells δf acceptable sδn .

Your name is ARNOLI TONIAN and you are chill. You are 8.5 sweeps old and you live in your WEATHER OBSERVATION TOWER HIVE in the middle of the desert, with your MILLIPEDE LUSUS. Weather observation for the Empire is your occupation, and you love doing it. Your fetch modus is SEMAPHORE; you use a pair of small flags to spell out the name of the item which you wish to retrieve, according to a standard flag alphabet. This is the same alphabet you use to relay weather observations to your lusus from atop your tower - he stays on the ground in the "command chamber" aka. at your computer desk, and records your data. He's TOTALLY BRO, seriously.

Unfortunately, this job is PRETTY MUCH OBSOLETE, it HARDLY PAYS JACK SHIT, and your hive's location leaves you stranded FAR FROM CIVILIZATION, which sucks. Hard. Also did you mention how goddamn lonely the desert is? There aren't even any CHICKS man, it's awful.

You believe in the formidable and ancient power of BROSHIP, and you make frequent visits to nearby settlements to make new BROS. As a BRO, your noteworthy social finesse makes you a talented wingman for red and black hookups, and you're always there to get others out of a tough spot. You believe that everyone has some value, and you try to boost others' self-image and self-confidence whenever you can. There are plenty of ladies to be had in the settlements near your hive as well; you know you've got the SWAG to pick up any one you could want, and you always treat them right.

That's the magic empathy that's the core of being a classy BRO.

As a lowblood, you are gifted with a psychic ability which you refer to as GASEOUS DIFFUSION, which means you can control gas displacement and particulate concentrations in the air. This makes you sound like a TOTAL PUSSY until other trolls see it in action, which results in LOTS OF CRYING, about half of which is done by you. You REALLY HATE FIGHTING.

Your style of combat is typically to asphyxiate your opponent or, if they won't leave you alone, to burn their eyes or respiratory sacs with elemental BROMINE, which shares your your blood color and thus is naturally your favorite weapon. You keep bromine reserves in plain sight in your GLASS HAIR BANDS, in case of emergency. You haven't ever gotten a scar from combat, save for that MISSING TOOTH - you're really fucking good at fighting even though you hate it, because you play quickly and intelligently.

Even though you have a potent ability, it tends to leave you TOTALLY EXHAUSTED after around twenty seconds unless you ingest significant amounts of uppers. Using your abilities in the preferred gets you additional enemies, due to the horrible injuries you normally inflict. Plus fighting is TERRIBLE. You prefer to work out problems by BRO-ING IT UP and talking out differences; you maintain a TOUGH-GUY FACADE to keep other trolls off your ass. When you do have to fight, you fight defensively; therefore your strife specibus is SHIELDKIND, and you carry a well-maintained lantern shield which you found in the desert sands, abandoned by its owner.

As for interests, you naturally know EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW about meteorology; you're practically a walking encyclopedia, and your weather predictions are detailed and accurate to an unsettling degree. You are an AMATEUR CHEMIST on the side. You hope to find a renewable source of delicious bromine, a discovery which would make you some desperately needed cash - you're goddamn broke because weather observation doesn't exactly pay splendidly and chemical reagents are expensive. You enjoy using your chemistry knowledge to perform simple MAGIC TRICKS for other trolls, because it gets you new BROS and sometimes a bit of spare change.

You avoid creating UNSTABLE FLAMMABLE MATERIALS in your chem sessions, and you never use them in combat if you can help it. You have good reasons for this; namely, plenty of scars that you caused yourself, which you've covered with TATTOOS in an attempt to forget your mistakes.

Oh and you also love any food with AMARETTO in it, but you're not sure why anyone would give a shit about that.

Your trolltag is tarnishedTradewinds and you speak chillfully and yδu ∂δn't wδrry abδut a thing x yea .

tl;dr

**musecalCaprica** · 11-28-2011, 08:38 PM

(Re-write for incessantRepeater to go with her re-design)
>Be the short statured troll

Your name is REPETO CONSTA

You are 7 SWEEPS OLD and are INCREDULOUSLY SHORT. You are also prone to FORGET EVERYTHING. As a consequence you write yourself various NOTES on many important pieces of information.

Your tendencies often tend to interfere with your OCCUPATION as a HIRED ASSASSIN which requires you to remember complex plans and information on your target. There have been occasions where you nearly were KILLED by your own target regardless you have a FLAWLESS RECORD and are determined to FINISH EVERY JOB. This way of thinking has effected your views on the HEMOSPECTRUM quite HEAVILY in that you DON'T pay much ATTENTION to it unless the situation would DEMAND IT simply because ANYONE could be PAYING for your EVERYDAY LIVING with their own LIFE.

Outside of your job you have A FEW interests in ATHLETICS and SPORTS although you AREN'T VERY GOOD at them. You also quite enjoy films pertaining to the theme of TACTICAL ESPIONAGE and even fantasize about being in one. You NEVER have had any interest in anything that DOESN'T remind you of your work because you ALWAYS forget those interests fairly quick. Not that you haven't had other interest you've even FEIGNED interest in a MYRIAD of subjects although to say you remember what they were would be a lie, you can never find any written record of any of them.

This is because your hive is LITTERED with NOTES of all kinds you've made yourself STICKY NOTES scrawled out note on SCRAPS of paper which your LUSUS has nibbled on even PAINTED them onto your WALLS. You would say that you have a rather MODEST HIVE compared to the lavish buildings of the BLUEBLOODS and the small dwellings of those lower than you and strangely located near a towering VOLCANO. Previously mentioned was your lusus which is a LARGE PARROT who serves to do nothing but ANNOY you and MOCK your EVERY WORD. Despite this you've never had much TROUBLE aside from a few KERFUFFLES.

You consider yourself pretty well off in terms of romance as you ALWAYS have at least one quadrant filled and that quadrant is more often than not your completely terrible KISMESIS. You don't have much preference in terms of potential matesprits although you do have a SOFT SPOT for women in SUITS and PINSTRIPED VESTS because they remind you of the SPIES from your favorite movies and your own FANTASIES about said movies.

Your FETCH MODUS of choice is the REPETITION modus which allows easier access to items previously stored within it. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is STEALTHKIND which allows you to utilize weapons resembling any stealthy assassins favorite weapons small easy to conceal guns and knives.

You are quite a SOCIAL troll and ENJOY using TROLLIAN to keep tabs on all your friends and co-workers. Your trolltag is incessantRepeater and you Sometimes for- forget what you are-- are saying. :I

**Fexxos Vyront** · 11-29-2011, 10:49 AM

> Be-

Here. Allow me.

">Be the depre§§ed medical oƒƒicer."

> .... Ok, that works.
Your name is Felixus Morbiose, and you are the ancestor of a complete and total COWARD. Not that you'll ever meet him or anyone he knows, because that would take time and space travel shenanigans that, quite frankly, you don't want to deal with. At the time of writing this, you are 13 sweeps old, and a battlefield medic with a reputation for getting the job done right the first time. You've prevented so many sodiers from dying, they've taken to calling you an Unreaper. The fact that you enjoy the work tends to make that "Grinning Unreaper". You usually shrug it off. It's just a silly nickname one of the more poetic officers came up with after you did an impromptu bullet extraction from his gut that may very well have saved his life. You've been awarded commendations that, were it not for the fact that refusing to take them would have you executed for insubordination, you'd have declined. You're simply doing your job, a fact that you don't let anyone forget.
You have a tenancy to strongly advise your patients, at least the ones you take in off-field. When you're not rushing into the thick to wrap up battle injuries, you're a chief medical officer on the ship you serve on. If they refuse, you advise them again, and if they refuse a third time, generally you put them under and do whatever it is anyway. The only reason you haven't been evaluated for it is because you have yet to make a fatal mistake, at least for your career. All your patients survive at least to get out of your ward, (After which, the forms they signed at enlisting state it's no longer your problem) and you have a very high success rate on the field.
Now, you may be wondering why you're depressed if you have so much promise. Because of your "hobby" and second job. As the ship's Chief Medical Officer, you're also the ship's coroner. It's not exactly a smiley-happy-cheerful task. But, of course, no one else does it, so why not make you.
This isn't the real reason you're depressed. You're depressed because after you were shipped off Alternia, all your quadrants failed. Your matesprit (understandably) got fed up with you not telling what was on your mind, you slacked on pissing off your kismesis, and your moirail... Well... Your moirail didn't need you anymore. She managed to balance out her own life. Of course, she thanks you for everything, and occasionally offers to help you out of your rough situations, but you decline. It's really not her problem anymore.
You also have Telekinesis. It's a power you're grateful for, as it's helped you in your job, what with all the stray bullets. When you were younger, it was very weak, and you tried everything to get it stronger again to make a use out of it, but then when you turned 9 sweeps old, it finally came under your control. You occasionally took your matesprit flying with it, but eventually, as previously mentioned, you grew distant.
When the initial release of Trollian came, you were one of the first to sign up. Computers have always been an interest of yours, and although you lack the technical mindset to study them, you still keep up with the latest programs. As such, your trolltag is surgicalTurmoil and you

aren't aƒraid to expre§§ your ƒeeling§.

Because you are an ancestor, you will never play SGRUB.

**Dragongirl30894** · 11-29-2011, 11:57 AM

-> Be the assassin.

Your name is Vyrucs Telash, and you are most definitely an assassin. But we'll get to that in a minute. First, some backstory, shall we?

Belonging to the green caste, you were in a good position in the spectrum, not too low to be a peasant, but not too high to be an aristocrat. Life was good and simple, and you had enough money to spend on entertainment without fear. You played games, both on consoles and on your computer, you liked reading about biology, you made scarfs and sweaters with the help of your lusus. You were more than happy with the life you had. But note the past tenses used in this paragraph. Why? That was taken away from you when you were a mere three sweeps old.

Despite your green blood, some seadweller bitch that you didn't even know lived in the same town as you decided to pick a fight, and somehow ended up breaking right through your wall. She was so drunk she barely even noticed, and after the guy she was beating stopped moving, she moved on to you with one of the guy's arms for a weapon. Even though you were both pretty young (she was just about a sweep older than you), she already knew how to fight fairly well, and you didn't. Needless to say, you got the shit beaten out of you, and was reduced to an inch of your life before she just passed out on your floor, almost on top of you.

The first thing you remember after that is waking up in your recuperacoon in the folowing night, covered in that guy's orange-colored blood and your own, with all of your wounds mostly patched up. You were so scared you didn't even leave the coon for hours, and when you did, you could barely walk. Stumbling over your feet, you managed to make your way back to the damaged room, and there found enough to deduct that the seadweller had just waken up at some point and left. The corpse of your lusus waited among the rubble of the wall, and the whole scene was just too morbid to bear. You immediately collapsed to the ground, crying and sobbing heavily.

You have no idea how long it took for you to get yourself together again. The memories from a short period after the incident are all hazy. You remember burying your lusus, and taking care of your wounds until they all healed, but that's pretty much it. Your mind wasn't, and isn't, the same ever since. You were traumatized. You're deathly afraid of seadwellers now. You abandoned your futile games, and dedicated yourself to your combat skills and knowledge in biology almost religiously. At first you grew thin and weak without your lusus to watch over you, but you soon learned how to take care of yourself, becoming a jack-of-all-trades for simple household repairs and other things, enough to not depend on others.

Now, you have a new, better purpose. You're a skilled assassin. At night, you keep a normal facade of a simple and peaceful bookworm, reading and writing when you're not training. But during the day, you don your sneaking suit, completely covering your skin in a light color, and become all but a flutter in the wind, and a speck in the light. You've trained yourself into the ninja arts, and use them to sneak into people's hives undetected, killing them in their sleep. Your targets are always highbloods, the highest you can find, teal and above. Your methods of killing are varied too. Sometimes you'll just choke them to death. Others you'll leave poison on their food. Or maybe you"ll make a tiny but deep cut between two specific vertebrae of their neck, and make it so that they're unable to do anything but breathe and barely talk, leaving them to an agonizingly slow death.

As good as you may be with your methods, you still got caught once, but the troll was so impressed he turned you into a hitman, and now you take jobs to kill people for money. You hate it when the target is a lowblood, but you don't complain and just do the job like any other. Those aren't often anyway, so you can live with it. The job helped define your Strife Specibus, which is now set to ropeKind. Anything resembling a rope can be used with it, including cables, strong wires, garrottes, and, of course, ropes themselves, be it with things attached to their ends or not.

On Fetch Modii, yours is the B&E Modus. It releases the item in a sealed case which must be unlocked; however the key configurations match no existing keys, and therefore the only way in is to pick the locks. It is a healthy practice to keep your skills sharp, even if a bit clunky and not very practical. You don't use it that much anyway, you prefer to stick to your pockets most of the time. And finally, you use the tag of bloodlessCovert on Trollian, and you hide y0ur weap0nS in y0ur SpeeCh.

**Araiss** · 11-29-2011, 12:01 PM

==> Be the mysterious puppeteer.

You obviously do have a name, though you do not wish to tell it. Instead you will go by your alias, which is Animus. You are an anonymous blood troll, so you hide your true blood color. Obviously this comes with it's own problems, but you do not regret the decision in the slightest. You are 8 sweeps old, so you also only have a few more sweeps before you're swept into the draft. You're not too sure if you will regret that day or not.

Even though you are an anonblood, you are still a troll, at least you still consider yourself one. Because of this you have your own variety of interests. You like to both read as well as write stories. You have even published a few before you have went anonymous, but all under the same alias name. You also enjoy traveling, and sometimes you need to just so some troll doesn't try to find out all of your secrets. You can say you have a fair bit of knowledge of herbs and first aid, and as such you know how to create your own medicine. This is one of the few ways you make money as you tend not to write books anymore.

You also like to draw. An odd quirk of yours is that upon a first meeting of a troll you tend to draw a character drawing of the first impression you have of them. You obviously try to avoid doing this whenever you find a troll may be hostile. You personally don't care if they hate or enjoy the drawing, some keep them and some throw them away. Obviously the worse drawings are thrown away more often than not. You make these drawings in a blank black notebook, while you keep your writings and notes of trolls in a white one. Since you give your drawings away your notebook is never filled with anything.

Now oddly enough your medicine doesn't tend to sell as much as you would hope it would, though you attribute that to the fact that you are an anonblood and trolls are distrusting. Because of this you make and sell your own puppets, from normal dolls to mannequins. You do this for cheap so you will always have repeat customers, and in most cases you do. One would think giving a puppet to another troll is odd, and you've thought of this as well, especially since most of the puppets you make are of trolls themselves. You attribute it to quadrant business, since you believe that to be the only reason your puppets even sell in the first place.

Due to recent events you would rather not talk about, you have started to become interested in mechanics. Because of this you have tried making some puppets combined with machinery. Obviously you have not tried to sell any of these yet, though you find it may be a useful skill when you're drafted. You find that it's a pretty interesting hobby, though you are still an amateur when it comes to it.

Because you are an anonblood you don't like to get your secrets out. As such you tend to lie to pretty much anyone you think may be a danger to you. Since no one finds out about it you're never in any danger. You are a recluse, normally only interacting with trolls so you can either sell your medicine or sell a puppet for money. You live in a colder portion of Alternia to stay away from other trolls, all for keeping your anonymity. Your lusus is a berelk, a hybrid of a bear and an elk. It tends to enjoy the cold so living where you are is good. Plus you don't mind the cold at all, so it doesn't matter to you.

==>In the past..

You don't like fighting for obvious reasons, but when you do you try to use anything at your disposal. This usually tends to be a pair of ice axes or the case you carry your medicine in. Though your actually strife specibus is puppetKind in which you use a mannequin to fight, though it usually doesn't come to that. Your fetch modus is the Alphabet Safe Modus. Each letter has a set number and you simply have to crack the safe according to the name of the object you want to retrieve.

Your trolltag is antagonisticPuppeteer and you t_nd t0 talk in a m0n0t0nic and _mpty v0ic_. Though this is just another way to hide your anonymity. If you were to talk normally, you would -/-Tend--To--STrIng--your--wordS--TogeTher--STreSSIng--cerTaIn--leTTerS.-o{<

tl;dr

**Dragongirl30894** · 11-29-2011, 07:09 PM

-> Be the sugar addict.

Your name is Selena Glesco, and you're not addicted to it! You swear! You just like candy a lot. And it's not even your fault, it's because of your power. Well, you guess it's not really a power as much as an overly accelerated metabolism, but still. Seriously, your body can burn through a whole meal in like, an hour, maybe less depending on the ammount of food. And when that's over, it asks for more right after. It's annoying. The easiest way to keep yourself, y'know, not hungry, is with candy. Sugar seems to last longer, you don't know why. And you're not about to question it. Or complain, it gives you some handy abilities too.

For starters, you're really, really agile. You can run really fast, and jump pretty high too. You have lightning-quick reflexes as well. Those all are very helpful, considering your lowly chocolate-colored blood. Being nimble like you are helps a lot when some idiot hemoloyalist wants to fight. Though, you hate running away. You use your speed to attack them from afar instead, because you really can't let yourself go into close quarters fighting, you'd get killed like that. You have no skill whatsoever in it, and you're not strong at all. The most of your strength is on your legs, and you don't know how to use that in combat properly. And as a side-effect of your accelerated metabolism, your body temperature tends to be quite a it higher than normal. Not that it matters.

But enough about that! Let's talk about your interests. As already mentioned, you have a great fondness on candy and sugar, and you always keep plenty of it stuffed in your sylladex. You like it so much you learned how to cook just so you could make yourself the best desserts. That's all you want to know how to make anyway, and you're damn good at it. Everything else, you just know enough to not burn it. Along with that, you also know a bit of sewing and how to make and tweak clothes. Your petite frame makes it so that all of the clothes you get are either too big or too childish to wear, so you learned how to change them to better suit you.

What else? ... Oh! You also like sports a lot! It's a great way to spend all that extra energy on something. You especially love anything involving tossing a ball around, but since those require a relatively group of friends, you decided to focus on swimming instead. And marathons, both aquatic and on land. You even found out how to make pills full of sugar that dissolve slowly in your stomach, and by timing things so that when a pill pops open you swallow another one, you can keep going for very long distances before you start to get even remotely tired. And you're a really fast swimmer too, almost enough to rival with those stuck-up seadwellers. You'd just need some way of breathing underwater.

Finally on your list of interests is a great liking for fantasy stories. On the rare occasions you manage to settle down, you like to grab a book and go read it. Your favorites are stories about witches and magical realms. The idea of being able to create stuff out of nowhere with just the power of your mind is so awesome. You wish magic was real. Sometimes you just like to imagine you have a magical wand and pretend you can move stuff around with a spell. But, of course, magic is fake, and you're pretty sure you'll never get to see it for real. A shame.

You're so hyper your lusus doesn't even bother trying to keep up with you anymore. He's a dog-sized, gecko-like lizard named Fructos, and you love him dearly, but he just stays there sleeping sooo muuuch, seriously. You're tried making him more active, but he just doesn't want to. So you just leave him at your hive while you go out and have fun, swimming around in your private lake, running to your friend's hives and then back to your own, etc. You really wish he was more like you, but, oh well, you can't have everything can you?

Since you use your Modus so much, you got the Puzzle modus. It's pretty handy for keeping a bunch of little pills captchalogued separately. Your Strife Specibus is set to the just as handy rangeKind, which allows you to use any kind of medium or long-range weapon. You mostly stick to throwables though, like throwing knives and shurikens and such, and you also have a bladed whip. They're not very deadly, but you know how to use them. Your trolltag is candyBolt, and !!! you!re always so hyper it!s not even funny !!!

**InsanicAsu** · 11-29-2011, 11:01 PM

Your name is ECHONI MACCHA, but you go by ECHO. You are 8 sweeps old. Yes. You are 8 sweeps. Even though you are about as tall as a wriggler and often act like one. However you do know how to change it up if you're interested in someone....

You enjoy SINGING, DANCING, and OTHER EXRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES... Singing brings you a lot of joy, but you don't talk about it often, in fact you don't mention most of your hobbies. Your ONE TRUE LOVE is FASHION. You ADORE FASHION, even if most trolls don't. You spend a lot of time designing outfits and dressing up your friends in your clothes or even just taking them out shopping and giving them make overs.

As for your “extracurricular activities,” to put it bluntly, you enjoy pailing around. But you do have standards, of course. You do not like being tied down to one troll, but you are loyal to your quadrants and would cut it out if asked, but really you just like to get as many people as you can... probably all at the same time.

Recently you were kidnapped by a redblood and were... operated on. You now have breasts. At first you hated them, but now you've grown quite accustomed to them and are definitely keeping them.

Since you are a seadweller you do not have any special powers, other than being super high up at the top so everyone pretty much listens to you anyway. If they know what’s good for them. You let this get to your head sometimes and can become quiiiite unbearable. You like the hemospectrum, but choose to ignore its consequences because sad things ruin the mood and you are not one to be down. Cute trolls are happy all the time, right?

You do have a mutation, one that you generally keep quiet because no mutant is safe, regardless of blood color. You think it’s your lusus’s fault, even though that is completely illogical and you were hatched with this mutation. The reality is, you have a double jaw. A hidden one that pops out and snatches food then pulls it into your mouth. Your lusus has the same thing, thus the blaming. It’s really only useful for hunting, no fish expects a second set of teeth to pop out from behind the first set. However you don’t like to hunt very much and would prefer to have someone else do it for you, so the usefulness of the mutation is lost on you.

Your LUSUS is an EEL. Eelmom is pretty… okay, Eelmom is not pretty at all and she could really use a temper adjustment. Honestly, she really shouldn’t insist that you dress like a boy, she should have known better than to take in a male wriggler and expect him not to dress like his dear Eelmom. Actually that's a lie. You dress the way you do because you like to and Eelmom can just get over it. You really don't care too much about your lusus.

Your fetch modus is set to VOICE RECOGNITION, in order to get something out to have to recite its name in the exact tone that you used to put it in there in the first place. That can get tricky when you use funny voices to put things away.

Your strife specibus is set to wandKind. Although, the only thing magic about your wand is its ability to change shape. Usually you turn it into a giant hammer to smack people over the head with, though you have used it for other things.
Your trolltag is echoedMuse, and you tend tend to state the first word twice, as well as the last word word.

**Kyumorph** · 11-30-2011, 11:01 AM

>Be the lowblood
I'm sure there are pleny of those.
>Be the lowblood with dreams of greatness
StIll, many.
>Be the buck-toothed lowblood with dreams of greatness
I am NOT buck-toothed!!

Your name is Skagir Renbal, and you are 6 sweeps old.

Your personality is usually upbeat and optimistic. You have many friends, for a lowblood at least. You spend most of your time outside, attempting to commune with anyone nearby.

You have many aspirations, the greatest of which is to become a high-ranker in the Alternian army. Sadly, you were born with the lowest of the low blood. Nevertheless, you are almost constantly practicing with your spear, and never let it leave your sight. You know that it's kind of a piece of crap, but you've had it since you were a wriggler and you've become attached to it. It's kind of like Earth babies and their blankets, only more dangerous and sharp.

Your hive strongly resembles a castle, instead of all the high-tech stuff your friends prefer. Your lusus is a lion, and in your eyes he is the embodiment of courage and strength. Even though he depends on you to feed him much of the time. And he sleeps most of the day.

While you do own a husktop, it's an old model and runs on a pretty crappy system. The only program you use is Trollian, and even then you prefer face-to-face communication.

If you ever played a S***B game, you would be the Knight of Doom in the Land of Trees and Metal.

Your trolltag is aspiringKnight and you always capItalIze your favorIte letter because It looks kInd of lIke a spear, and you tend to go double wIth the especIally spearlIke exclamatIon poInts!!

**Dragongirl30894** · 11-30-2011, 02:17 PM

-> Be the gloworm.

Your name is Fyreil Pydrim, and you're not a gloworm! But nevermind that, you have a party to command, and drinks to hand out!

Okay, hang on, let's start from the beginning. Let's talk about you. Some kind of mutation made it so that your eyes never changed from how they were when you were a grub, so you have terrible vision in the dark. But that doesn't matter much, because your power can counterbalance that. The mutation also made it so that you had a special chemical in your blood, and you can make it glow brightly at will. It is also slightly acidic when it's glowing. Your body's capable of producing blood much faster than normal, so it's virtually impossible for you to die of blood loss. Whenever things get too dark, you just open a cut and splash your glowy blood around. It's pretty handy, and you've developed a high resistance to pain that way.

This strange substance in your blood got your interest picked when you were young, so you studied it. Because of that, you've taken a liking for chemistry, and you often mix your own concoctions in your lab. You've tried testing them on yourself, but after you almost poisoned yourself and died you stopped with that idiocy. Your subjects are now whoever shows up at your parties. When you're giving out the drinks, you spike some with a new mix you made, and watch the results. Sometimes nothing happens, others the drink gets a different taste. Occasionally you find out you invented some kind of drug, or some kind of venom, it varies. And after the party, you take notes on the effects each chemical tested had, and so on.

When you're not busy partying or mixing stuff in your lab, you take your free time to maintain the many neons you've installed in and around your hive. Either that, or out looking for more shiny things for your collection. You love shiny things. Anything that reflects light of refracts it in a pretty way gets your attention immediately. You have little shiny knick-knacks all over your hive, ranging from simple pieces of polished metals, to a few gems, and even glass shards. It's not a very safe hive, and you had your share of accidental cuts when you were younger. Now it just happens rarely though, and you make sure to fix the shinies in place on the room you use for parties, so they don't get stolen or knocked around.

Of course, with people getting sick or even dying at your parties frequently, they start to get suspicious, and come asking. Sometimes they hit before they ask too, when it's a highblood, so you had to learn to defend yourself at an early age. And, what a better weapon to use than your acid blood? chemicalKind is the best Specibus you could ask for, and you even found out your blood can be poisonous too if it gets on another troll's bloodstream. You can't relly just on your blood though, so you also use a few select mixes for fighting, and all of them glow. You actually have four separate chemicals for strifing, each with its own color. Green is acidic, purple is poisonous, red is both, and beige is just very sticky and very bright. You even have a special, modified flamethrower that you use. You call it the ChemicalThrower.

That last chemical you actually get from your lusus. He's a huge insect, some kind of mix between a firefly and a fire ant with no wings. His abdomen glows nigh-constantly with that bright beige color, and he can shoot the stuff at targets. So you collect that weird goo to use it on your weapon. Well, sure, you have to annoy your lusus enough for him to spray the stuff all over you first, but it's not like the thing's acidic or anything. He's not a very loving lusus, you admit it, but he's still plenty useful to you. And he can take care of himself, so you don't have to waste all your food on that huge arthropod. He really likes the parties you throw though, and sprays the glowy goo all over the outside of your hive when he sees you're preparing for one. You call him Lucifer.

Since you tend to cut yourself a lot, you have knifeKind too as a secondary Specibus. You don't use it much for fighting. You Fetch Modus is the Neon Modus. The cards remain black, and when something's captchalogued in them, a neon outline of the item appears on the black surface. Other than that, it works just like Array, maybe with a slightly bigger carrying capacity. You don't have that many cards to work with, you turned most of them into strife cards, so you could store a bunch of chemical vats at once. Your trolltag is mutableBrightness, and *your*words*are*always*li+*up#

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