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

**trilbyulatingDungeoneer** · 01-19-2012, 06:33 PM

Originally Posted by trilbyulatingDungeoneer

>Be a witty comment.

Nope.
TL;DR:

Your name is Cheeka Lalaya and you are DEFIANT and PROUD.

You think that troll culture fucking SUCKS and you are doing everything you can to CHANGE IT. You wear colours outside your blood colour, you put ribbons in your hair, and you refuse to be placed into distinctive categories. The only exception to this is your BLOOD COLOUR, which you wear defiantly, proudly kicking the hemospectrum in the ASS with your VIEWS. Your lusus is known as Thylacarcharosmilusmom and she is fucking AWESOME. You wish you could be more like Thylacarcharosmilusmom. She is the best mom there is.

You live near the sea with your Lusus, where you regularly fish together. Unusually, you and her have a DIFFERENT BLOOD TYPE, as you and her were both survivors of a HURRICANE that struck your home when you were younger. She had washed up on the shore, and when you went out to meet her, you couldn't bring yourself to kill her, because FUCK THE POLICE.

Since then, you have reached out to the trolls MOST LIKELY TO BE CULLED around you, and you have been roleplaying and blogging together for the last few sweeps. You have allowed several of them to accept themselves for how they are, and have attempted to act as a parental figure for all those without one.

Unfortunately, during the reckoning, you were unable to enter the Incipisphere. The rest of your team, now missing a member, floundered without you, and have since been lost. This was not a failed timeline, however, as your null session was eventually revived by a second party of players, although you and your friends were unable to return to life.

You now live in a Dream Bubble with Thylacarcharosmilusmom, and continue to make efforts to help your race throughout all points in history.

**Teslamagnetic Integration** · 01-20-2012, 08:52 PM

=> Be the naive anon

Om...w-whot?!

=> Be the hemoloyal anon

Yep! Thot's moch mowre laek yt!

You are now Beklak Sutekh, and you are a meek little troll at the ripe age of 6.4 sweeps! You are pretty small, standing at a full height of an astounding 4'8"! Though you are very small, you are no wiggler, nope! You are old enough for quadrants and pailing, though the concept of this concerns you. It's scary meeting people! After all, you're used to living alone.

Your hive is located in an oasis in the desert, a large one at that. It's hard to find thanks to the towering dunes and raging sandstorms, keeping you nice and safe. If you would call that. After all, the desert has many dangers. Your lusus, a stupidly large scarabeetle rests inside of a tomb you both found when you were a mere wiggler, carried by your strong and brave lusus! You look up to Scarabdad, and often take to his advice, which you think is advice anyway--you kind of wing it when he hums those wings.

You wish to be a knight! Yes, one of the many out there in space, fighting for freedom of alien oppression on the Alternian empire! You would gladly die for the cause on the field of battle, charging into the battle against the swarming xeno scourge, and slay them in the name of the Empire. It is a dream you wish to desperately accomplish under any method possible. If it means getting a little sneaky, then so bet it--as long as the payoff happens. You constantly practice with your khopeshKind strife specibus, hoping to one day be as strong as Scarabdad, and hopefully one day your ancestor.

Speaking of your ancestor, it has an entire tale dedicated to him! He was known as the Ominous Plaguint, who worked under the forces of the Sufferer during the strive for freedom in the past so many forgotten sweeps ago! The Ominous Plaguint was a mutant who befriended a powerful indigo as grubs, and shared a deep contracting connection with each other. The indigo protected him with all his might, and kept him well even though he had no symbol. Eventually his collection of slaves had grown, forcing the Plaguint to flee when his heart hardened and became volatile. Once meeting and undergoing fellowship of the Sufferer, the Plaguint returned to the indigo's large hive, pleading he release his slaves and joint the Sufferer's cause. But the indigo refused, and rebuked him by making the slaves and servants suffer. As a result, The Plaguint unleashed a hellish necrotic plague on his lands, rotting the food away while eating their flesh like invisible and biological locusts. Unfortunately, the indigo did not budge, and they all died horribly. Sending himself to exile for several sweeps, the Plaguint was found and once again placed in the Sufferer's many ranks, until he was captured and later executed publicly by Legislacerators. You wouldn't even know about your ancestor if he didn't carve his story on these ancient tablets found in a very dangerous tomb left behind! It is a challenge and gripping story that seizes you every time you read it, furthering your wish to help the Empire in every way possible.

Oh yes, why that will be difficult? Well firstly, you're not a well built troll. In fact, you're very cowardly. Loud noises frighten you, and sometimes you'll turn and bolt away the minute things seem bad. You constantly sharpen your khopesh to calm yourself down. You're also not a really strong troll. You're skinny from the lack of food in the desert, making you lean and skinny as opposed to ripped and muscular. Then again, you can't get muscular--the stronger you get, the more you would need to eat! Oh such a terrible dilemma! Once you discover the courage to find better lands, you're stuck wandering around the oasis for the rest of your stay on Alternia.

You've strayed to anonymity despite being the most loyal to the hemospectrum as possible. You'll side with highbloods in arguments no matter how stupid or inane, unless it's something pertaining to you of course! You don't like it when others don't act according to the hemospectrum, and it bothers you that such people live. You want to be strong so you can stop them from destroying themselves with such foolish decisions! They'll die otherwise, and a dead troll is not helping the empire at all! You've gone anonymous in the end, because to you your blood doesn't matter when it comes to the upkeeping of the hemospectrum--only everyone else's.

Speaking of rotting social order, you have a power, which is also very unnatural to someone as what would have been as high as you. Everything you touch rots, as long as it's organic. You've accidentally hurt yourself countless of times, making you very edgy to the sense of touch. You are hypersensitive, and you feel three times what everyone else feels. It's not a good thing at all, either! Your horns are even very sensitive, when they shouldn't be! This makes you constantly anxious and worried someone might hurt you and reveal your blood color. You're quick to abandon a fight, out of fear you might get outed and culled.

You are obsessed with knights and stories of musketeers and heroes. You wish to be one, after all. Anything that seems heroic is up your alley, and you would look up to anyone who sheltered the hemoloyalists under their shield and charge for the sake of the empire! Maybe one day you can be a hero too, so you can show your blood without fear of execution! You would give anything in the word to stop being a mutant, and be normal so you could further the cause for the Empress's wishes of galactic freedom under the Trollian Rule. You also tend to like bugs and insects, as they are very interesting to you. Your favorites are beetles, but moths and ants are so curious and interesting! Though you don't really like butterflies--they're too fragile to do anything with! It breaks your heart. You also have a strange interest in archeology, and the study of ancient things. Maybe it's because you've lived on an archeological jackpot all your life? You're not sure, but you do love ancient things!

Your trolltag is entombedChevalier, and you tolk yn o very owld tongue thot often confwses pyrs.

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**icyKingpin** · 01-21-2012, 11:10 AM

==>Be the eerily relaxed aquablood.

*lets stranger be him*

Your name is FOKORI KAMAZI.As was stated earlier, you are surprisingly laid-back for a member of your blood caste. This has resulted in a specific SUBJUGGULATOR trying to cull your ass more than once. But he always fails. You are 8.32 sweeps old. Your custodian is a giant squid who always tries to bend your personality so that you aren't so different from the rest of the seadwellers. But he's been relenting as of late, probably from figuring out that you won't change your ways, no matter how he tries to prove it otherwise. You like to try out EXQUISITE FOODS and have discovered that RUSTBLOODS are SURPRISINGLY GOOD COOKS. Because of said hobby, you have picked up skills related to the CULINARY ARTS.You are also a very fast swimmer. However, like any other troll, you have BARELY TAMEABLE MASOCHISTIC TENDENCIES. You've established that you are a very good GUNSLINGER. You would never part with your trusty TAZERVOLVER. It kills 2 featherbeasts with one stone: it causes unsealable flesh wounds by jabbing HUGE NEEDLES deep within the target, and fatally electrocutes said target by passing massive amounts of electricity across a wire that gets implanted in the foe at the same time as the previously stated HUGE NEEDLE.

your trollhandle is culinaryKingpin, and you *explain that everything you say is stated like a rp command*.

**inexplicableSigns** · 01-21-2012, 04:04 PM

==> Be the condescending bi-
>on't use such <rude l/\ngu/\ge to refer to me.
==> Be the overly rude hermit
<lose enough.

((Sprite with much help from PD))
Your name is VEJOVI EVENUS and you'd really rather be left alone.

Fresh out of the Cavern of Trials with your lusus, a totally normal sized brindle boxer, you chose a cozy spot just south of a mountain chain to make your hive. You adjusted to the weather fairly quickly, and your hive was basically perfect in every way... except you weren't the only troll to choose that site. A group of rebelious lowbloods lived nearby, who decided you were an easy target and ransacked your hive repeatedly. Several times you trusted your lusus to repel them, only for her to fail. When you tried to fight back on your own, they would overwhelm you and your injuries would be all the worse to show for it.

This pretty much set the tone for your entire life. You simply accepted the raids as a normal part of life for sweeps, doing all you could to minimize the damage. It wasn't until 7 sweeps that you finally snapped. You took pistolKind, the most dangerous strife specibus you could find, and risked the walk in broad daylight to murder the entire group in their sleep. A healthy dose of luck and agility let you execute each of your five tormentors at close range. You took back every single thing they ever stole from you and burned their hives to the ground.

From that point on you were a different person. You were a huge jerk who had a bad tendency to shoot people rather than converse with them, and guarded your belongings with such zeal that you never let anyone into your hive. You abandoned most of your old interests and picked up gunplay and snowboarding, spending most of your time either practicing or expanding your collection by murdering trolls and stealing their belongings. You do have an... unusual interest in clothing, especially jackets and scarves, though you insist that it is simply easier to keep warm when you can dress in layers. It certainly has nothing to do with appearances.

Nothing at all.

You wear a pair of tinted goggles to hide the fact that your eyes are filling in with blue prematurely, something that honestly worries you quite a bit. You are worried that this might be due to a mutation of some kind (it is, not that you'll ever find out), and you are afraid of being singled out for culling due to it. You refuse to remove your goggles around other trolls, but you are near other trolls so rarely it isn't much of an issue.

Sometimes you worry about the future. You are nearly incapable of forming relationships with others, which makes romance rather difficult. Even if you find a way to cheat the system long enough to enter the Fleet, you have a feeling that being forced to work with other trolls is going to cause some issues in the long term... especially if you have to work with lowbloods. Who knows how long you'd go before snapping and killing your entire squad!

You use the pistolKind strife specibus. You have a few different pistols, but you favor the first you ever found, the same one that let you fight back for the first time in your life.

You use the Catalog fetch modus, which converts items into images on a magazine. Especially important items will have multiple near-identical entries, only one of which is actually the item in question. This makes it rather frustrating to store anything useful in your modus, as the differences can be as minor as a small scratch. Simple or useless items are easily retrieved, though it takes some time to find it in the catalog.

Your trolltag is acuteRetribution and your wor>s </\n be ne/\rly /\s sh/\rp /\s your tongue.

TL;DR

==> Be her but in the future
Yes sir.

==> Finally, be the Ancestor
I'll show them /\ll...

**ThisIsZen** · 01-21-2012, 06:47 PM

==> Be the unnerving hack with a speech impediment.

...

Okay, that was a cheap shot. Let's try again.

==> Be the mute charcoal artist.

...

Your name is TACITA SURUMA. You have no VOCAL CORDS. We'll get into why a little later.

You are 8 SWEEPS OLD, and you have rich GREEN blood. Your opinions on the HEMOSPECTRUM are mixed – you are not opposed to it, but you have a bitter dislike of anything INDIGO or higher. You are respectful to those HIGHER than you in public, but towards the AFOREMENTIONED your respect is grudging and hesitant. You do not mistreat those BELOW you.

Your OCCUPATION and prime INTEREST is ART. You are most proficient with CHARCOAL but are skilled with any COLORLESS medium. You are also decently skilled with COLORFUL mediums but prefer not to use them. You have a DISLIKE of any large amounts of COLOR. Beyond this, you are FOND of MUSIC, namely playing your HARP. You used to SING but for obvious reasons no longer do. You have a number of BOARD GAMES and quite enjoy the pastime, but have not been able to play with anyone for a LONG TIME. You also WEAVE and practice POTTERY. You are not good at EITHER but are better at WEAVING. You find both RELAXING though and so continue to work at them. Your HIVE is full of MISSHAPEN URNS as a testament to your LACK OF SKILL – you quite like the things, else you would admit they are UGLY and take them down.

You dislike BEING ALONE, SILENCE, and as mentioned before, COLOR. Two of those are PRE-EXISTING, and one is related to the tale we HAVE NOT HEARD YET. Other than this, you do not hold TOO MANY DISLIKES, beyond of course certain aspects of YOURSELF. You deal with a great deal of SELF-LOATHING on a regular basis. It is not UNJUSTIFIED.

You live in a HIVE in the middle of a WINTRY MOUNTAIN RANGE. You used to live ELSEWHERE but came here after a TRAGIC EVENT. Your current HIVE was paid for in its entirety from your PERSONAL FUND and you were quite POOR for a while afterward. There is a COMMUNAL HIVESTEM within an HOUR'S JOURNEY but you are otherwise ENTIRELY ALONE, but for your LUSUS, CANADENSI. She was for a long time a faithful CUSTODIAN and gentle presence, but she does not COME HOME often and is NERVOUS around you. You genuinely MISS her and find your HIVE eerie while alone. The WIND is loud and haunting and large portions of it are UNVISITED and DARK.

Now, about that SCAR on your NECK. You were once the slave of an INDIGO BLOOD, for REASONS you do not wish to DISCUSS. You also do not wish to discuss how you became FREE, but will say that you bought it DEARLY. The INDIGO BLOOD however, had your VOCAL CORDS cut COMPLETELY OUT as punishment at one point – you nearly did not survive the BRUTAL PROCEDURE.

This, and the remainder of those TWO SWEEPS, left you BROKEN. You do not allow people into your HIVE because it is covered in BLOOD SMEARS. Despite your calm and respectful public face, you are INCREDIBLY ANGRY. It is a COLD anger, with roots in the most putrid of PLATONIC HATE. You want your former SLAVER'S flayed CORPSE in front of you, but CANNOT YET ACCOMPLISH THIS. You do not even know WHERE he is. You tell yourself you will stop KILLING when you have killed HIM, but this is a LIE. You are DEEPLY ILL and have a COMPULSION to bleed out other trolls until they DIE. You KIDNAP them and bring them back to your HIVE to do so, and often PAINT THE WALLS with their FLUIDS before the EUPHORIA wears off.

The rest of the time, you HATE this part of yourself. Your HIVE'S scent and appearance cause you to retch and in your WORSE MOMENTS you cause significant HARM to your PROPERTY. You are TERRIFIED of someone FINDING OUT about your DISEASED MIND – your PUBLIC kill count sits at 5 (one related to REDROM, two to UNSTABLE BLACKROM, and two entirely PLATONIC), but your HIDDEN TOLL is several HUNDRED, mostly WEAK LOWBLOODS. This is not UNUSUAL but a PSYCOPATH of your type is a battlefield liability – if you were found out you would likely be culled.

Your LUSUS is frightened of you and avoids you even when she returns. Your new, twisted, aggressive, self-hating persona is nothing like the troll she'd known sweeps before. The longer you are apart and the longer she avoids your presence while home, the more distressed you get – you LOVE her UNABASHEDLY and wish she could LOVE YOU again.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is AxeKind, and your Sylladex is the Likeness MODUS. You are required to sketch a likeness of the item you want to withdraw, and it requires a minimum level of detail. You are not quick to retrieve things and so have POCKETS to carry things for EASY ACCESS. Your trollTag is hushedUltimatum and you {‡ype po∕∕i‡e∕∕y, but wi‡h an unse‡‡∕∕ing undercurren‡.}

TL;DR

**Quincunx** · 01-22-2012, 07:22 PM

Your name is Hvalur Lepton and at nearly 10 sweeps you are readying yourself to leave the planet and assume your place in the greatest military force in the galaxy. With less than a sweep left, you’ve taken to TRAVELING, using whatever form of transportation is available, seeing as much of your beautiful home planet as you can and at the same time cleansing yourself of any attachment to it. You’ve left your northern hive behind for a tour of Alternia’s cities and wildernesses, as well as its multitude of inhabitants, both peasantry and nobility.

If you must be honest, you’re rather disappointed by how the meaning of being a seadweller has changed. It used to be that having the richest hues in the hemospectrum running through your veins meant you had a sense of RESPONSIBILITY. Now it’s nothing but a ticket that allows you to fling your wealth and privilege around with no thought to the future or the consequences. So many promising young seadwellers are cut down as soon as they step into the veritable shark tank of politics that is the Alternian fleet, simply because they have no idea what they’re doing. You, of course, know exactly where you’re going. If you can’t CHANGE the behavior of your irresponsible peers, at least you can PROTECT them. As a lesser seadweller, you feel you are suited to serving your superiors as a BODYGUARD and ADVISOR, guiding them away from the habits they’ve developed during adolescences of excess and frivolity. Your OWLSEAL lusus did the same for you, and you turned out the better for it.

Speaking of which, you are a seadweller. When you were younger, you foolishly strayed too far from your hive during a blizzard and found yourself TRAPPED on the cracked surface of a frozen lake, unable to return until your lusus found you. Your facial fins were lost to FROSTBITE and had to be amputated. Rather than getting inconvenient prosthetics, you opted to just bear your scars and the odd looks you’d get from other seadwellers from then on. Unfortunately, you also gained a strong FEAR of the cold and of freezing to death. You may have built up your muscles and honed your harpooning skills to a fine point, but besides your pudgy outer layer there’s little you can do against it if you happen to get caught in another snowstorm. Fortunately you’ve managed to avoid a repeat incident, but cold nights won’t find you anywhere but safely indoors.

Your staunchly TRADITIONAL views sometimes make it difficult to connect with your peers, and you find it hard to compromise or accept that you may be wrong sometimes. It’s not easy getting anyone to listen to the finless seadweller. You’re not against fun, not at all, but there are certain things that should be accomplished before you can let your guard down. Far too often nobody at the party bothers to make sure the punch hasn’t been poisoned. Your matesprit and kismesis understood this, but it’s been ages since you’ve had any word from them, and you’re beginning to fear they won’t be there to greet you when the ships touch down. Perhaps onboard you’ll meet someone else who enjoys the ancient arts of hunting and surviving with nothing but your own two hands, an art that you feel is sadly going the way of the ancestors. Nobody wants to be left in the dust.

Your trolltag is hiemalSentinel and your tone may be :cy at t:mes.

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**momatoes** · 01-23-2012, 06:05 AM

Updating postponed tomorrow because I am in a strange and foreign computer.

**Cliff_Racer** · 01-23-2012, 08:24 PM

>Be the sad sack of beans.

Yee~s, yee~s whaa~t ii~s ii~t? Tii~mee~ too~ raa~mblee~ aa~boo~uu~t mee~?

You are now XYFIOT AUBASU.

You are SEVEN SWEEPS old around this time. Doesn't matter too much, honestly, you have alot more to worry about. Those things ranging from the location of your LUSUS to keeping your VIOLIN BOWS all rosined up. Not like you want to, that is. Your lusus is a rather small STINGBEAST, but as with all scorpionlike creatures, smaller means more POISONOUS. She forces you to play your VIOLIN and SING regularly, much to your chagrin, and failure to do so ends in a STINGING. This, combined with your... 'POWER,' gives you a rather cynical and depressive outlook on life, though you're not some WHINY PIECE OF SHIT.

Your POWER, put simply, is VIOLINS. Specifically, when you use it, it makes it sound like two violins are playing along with your voice in a harmony. There's always one tone higher and one tone lower than your voice. You've realised from your discovering this power that IT'S TOTALLY USELESS. Seriously, you could do the same thing with an autotuner. It stinks.

As it has been stated, you're a big downer always. You generally talk in either inaudible murmurs or shouts, depending on your mood. If you were any more CONFIDENT, you'd probably be DEAD right now. You tend to prefer keeping along the sidelines with your sarcasm and cynicism, though sometimes you manage to start conversations. Your HOBBIES include useless GOSSIP and FIDUSPAWN among other things. You looove gossip. Spreading all these rumors and lies, then sitting back and watching the reactions. It's glorious, cruel, and makes you grin. You've actually considered picking up JOURNALISM... or maybe SPYING because of this. FIDUSPAWN is a guilty pleasure of yours. You can't help but grind your BUFFALO in your spare time.

Your strife specibus is VBOWKIND. Yes, you really only took it up so you could damage those dumb things.

Your fetch modus is HARMONY. Using your power, you must sing the note played by the card to retrieve the item. Open up!

Your trolltag is dejectedGossip and your Tee~xt ii~s lii~ttee~ree~d wii~th laa~zyy~, ee~ffoo~rtlee~ss ee~xtee~nsii~oo~ns.

TL;DR, other sthuff

**Sandvich King** · 01-24-2012, 12:14 AM

*Nordin is an adult troll for VIRAL. This profile is for reference, but he can still be added to the index in case I ever RP as an aged-down version of him.*

> Be the easygoing engineer

==C Sems like a swel plan to me.

Your name is Nordin Jenard and you are a 13 sweep old greenblood. And you're fine with that. You're fine with a lot of things. Some might say you're a bit passive, but you just feel like being calm is better than trying to make enemies all the time. Not to say you're weak or anything. You're in good shape, strong enough to hold your own when you are fighting, and you have survived training plus 3 sweeps in the Alternian fleet. If anything, your willingness to follow orders rather than oppose them has helped you through the sweeps, as you are on fairly good terms with some of the higher-ups.

You are an ENGINEER. You like building things in what free time you have, and you're often found tinkering with your various DANGEROUS CONTRAPTIONS. These range from motion-triggered sentry guns to long-range tracking beacons to remote-detonated trip mines. Your job in the military is to help build and deploy WAR MACHINES from behind the front lines. You like getting your hands dirty, and you don't have a problem killing or conquering something that isn't a troll. You keep your WRENCH in your strife specibus because it's useful for both tightening bolts and whacking things in the head. You also carry around a standard issue PISTOL.

You don't oppose the hemospectrum, because if it works then it works. Your position isn't one to be coveted, but it's not half bad either. You do not have any psychic abilities. You're respectful to highbloods, and usually follow orders without question. If a problem arises that's within your ability to fix, then you're on it! You can be a bit of a workaholic in that regard. You have no qualms about interacting with lowbloods since, despite being at the center of the MIDBLOOD range, your blood is still closer to theirs than it is to indigos and seadwellers. You're not a big talker, but you still don't mind hanging out with other trolls pretty often.

Back on Alternia, you used to live in a middle class lawnring neighborhood. Finding a matesprit came pretty easy as you try to come off as a likeable guy, and you found a kismesis out of a moody neighbor who always got pissed off at all the noise your machines made. Unfortunately, both of their fates are irrelevant now. You had a TUSKBEAST (elephant) lusus. He was too big to take off-world, and you still miss him sometimes. You hope he and his new charge are doing well.

Your trolltag is contentedMachinist and ==C You always cary your wrench with you. You are also not realy a trol of many words.

You will never play SGRUB.

TL;DR

**momatoes** · 01-24-2012, 06:19 AM

IT'S TIME FOR BABY CAPYBARAS

ALSO
FANTROLLS

Welcome to Jan.16-23 Trolls!

Be the classiest hemoloyalist, DOMARA RELOSA.
Be the ruffianiest terrorist, ROCIOR IRAMAL.
Be the troll with bird-noisemaking powers, TOBIAS VISHAN.
Be the frightened genius mechanic, MAZURE MIEVEA.
Be the has-been almost-empress, SAVARI GELACI.
Be the highstrung gentleman, EMANIS RAVEDO.
Be the paranoid narcissist, NANARA TURQIS.
Be the best thief you know, FLACAR SEMNAL.
Be the dapper music composer, ANCOIS NIPOHC.
Be the highly enthusiastic explorer, SELVON CELRAR.
Be the embodiment of a music lover, TROGAN URBANE.
Be the defiant nonconformer, CHEEKA LALAYA.
Be the cowardly future knight, BEKLAK SUTEKH.
Be the unexpectedly laidback gunslinger, FOKORI KAMAZI.
Be the highly possessive blueblood, VEJOVI EVENUS.
Be the silent artist of shapeless urn lumps, TACITA SURUMA.
Be the staunchly traditional seadweller, HVALUR LEPTON.

Number crunching time
An unexpected low! 17 trolls were posted this week by 13 folks.
Veriama wins a tiny, tiny award for posting the most this week.
The average hue is 156.5, or a [b]Tropical Forest green.

See you again next week, and don't forget to VOTE FOR YOUR NEXT TROLL OF THE WEEK.

**armoredSkunk** · 01-24-2012, 09:41 PM

>Be the musclebound snarkyface

Your name is TUGRIC MCRUSS, and it's time to get RIPPED. Or, it would be, if you weren't already the size of a starship. Your muscles grew exponentially from the rigorous training regiment each troll is expected to complete before joining the army. Of course, you did more than what was expected. You spent every waking moment during that training period doing nothing but exercise. That is because you do everything with an obnoxious amount of passion. This irritates people quite often, but you keep it up because of how hard a worker you are. Ever since then, you've discovered a love for manual labor, and take a bit of time out of your busy Corporal's schedule to work out and stay in this incredible shape. Exercise isn't the only factor, of course. Your daily diet consists of nothing but protein shakes, protein bars, and steroids a healthy, balanced amount of all important nutrients needed to function at optimal performance levels. You are a soldier, after all, and your lusus, a mighty and wise seacow, always made you eat your sea-vegetables as a child.

You were recently promoted to Corporal (as you mentioned briefly before), after a daring display of aptitude and manliness, when a pack of rogue bandits surrounded your squad while you were on a reconnaissance mission. Were it not for your quick thinking, each troll there would have been kil- yeah, no you probably would all have just been mugged. But no one wanted to explain to your superiors why they were so easily outmaneuvered in the first place, so some of the other guys... embellished the story a bit. A week later, you are now Corporal of that very group. Your buddies still rag on you about it a bit, but you are enjoying the position and performing your duties with vigor (like you always do). You hope to continue scaling the rings of this ladder, but you like where you are as well. Plenty of action and all that.

Your squad is one of about a dozen front-line groups of burly dudes meant to hit opposition quickly and heavily, despite the expected heavy losses you gain in the process. However, you are the only one you know who does not use a weapon. This puts you at a significant disadvantage, at least in theory. You prefer to think that your big, meaty fists easily count as weapons, though. You do have a stifecard for NETKIND, however. This is for only one thing; a fishing net made of a thick, iron wire, which you can throw by the weighted edges and trap people with from afar. Once immobilized, they are easy prey for your mighty strikes.

You are surprisingly intelligent for someone of your, uh, appearance. Most seem to mark you from the get-go as a smug, musclebound jerk. You kind of wish they wouldn't do that, but you don't blame them. It's probably because of the unfortunate arrangement of your facial features, coupled with your throbbing biceps. Or maybe it is your explosive emotional state. You claim to suffer from a chronic disease that makes you feel intensely about everything, if only for a short time. Others call this, "overreacting". You are also a bit narcissistic. You are absolutely sure no one has seen the handheld mirror you carry to admire yourself with though, so that can't be it.

In your spare time (which you have very little of) You like to try your hand at fishing in whatever body of water is nearby. It reminds you of home. As an aquatic troll, fishing to you is essentially swimming really fast while dragging a net for a while, assuming there is actually enough water and you aren't just standing wistfully in a rainpuddle. If there is no water present, you sometimes try your hand at painting, but it's been a while since you had time to enjoy that.
Also you like to work out a bit, you guess.

Your trolltag is musselsAplenty and !!!-EvEn yoUr wordS havE MUSCLES-!!!

SUMMARY:

**aapcChild** · 01-24-2012, 10:21 PM

==> Be the sleep deprived stranger.

You're now HADEKS CHATZINE. You are almost 7 and ½ sweeps old. You are a meer NEON GREEN blood. Not that you indulge in any hemospectrum nonsense. You are a bit of an INSOMNIAC and don't get much SLUMBER.

You love TEXTUAL ROLEPLAY so much that it pretty much CONSUMES ALL YOUR TIME. When you do have free time you love to LEARN HISTORY and DISCOVER AINCIENT ARTIFACTS. You also greatly waste time on MUSIC, preferrably WUBBSTEP. Not to forget your interest in RAINBOWS. They're just so damn beautiful. You wear a BEANIE HAT to hide your disgruntled and UNADMIRING HORNS. They broke in an ALMOST FATAL accident with your lusus retrieving ACIENT ARTIFACTS from a destroyed ruin underground.

You live in a SECLUDED area of alternia in a SAFE HOUSE. Your lusus, a GIANT WOLFHOUND, led you there. You commune to your lusus TELEPATHICLY. You both believe the SAFE HOUSE will save you from THE GREAT APOCALYPSE. You have NUMERUS amounts of SPECIAL ABILITIES. Ok, not really, just two. You can COMMUNE to almost anyone TELEPATICLY. You can also SEE THE FUTURE in 'Preminitions' both while awake and asleep. You have been preparing your WHOLE LIFE for THE GREAT APOCALYPSE. You wield the sporkKind. Although this is not very usefull at your current stage in life - other than eating - you believe it will hold GREAT SIGNIFIGANCE in your future.

If you were to play SGRUB you would have
The land of Spirits and Love.
You are the Thief of Blood.
You combined your SPORK with your SPACE BOOK and ENERGY DRINK to creat a pretty sick weapon.
The consorts of your land are NEUROTIC PURPLE OWLS who like DANCING.

Your trollTag is aapcChild and ;;You tend to taalk with more elegaance aand extend your Aa's. [:

Name = Hadeks Chatzine
Blood = #00FF00
trollTag = aapcChild
Sign = Scorpio

**tonightsEntertainment** · 01-25-2012, 12:57 AM

Originally Posted by armoredSkunk

>Be the musclebound snarkyface

???

**VeritasUnae** · 01-25-2012, 04:39 AM

I was more thinking Handsome Squidward.

**Ross_Varn** · 01-25-2012, 10:53 AM

>Be the greenblooded dreamer

Your name is Raeoch Varsmit (Rae to those who know you) and you have a fascination with ANCIENT TROLLIAN CULTURE. In fact, you don't know anybody else who knows as much about it as you do. Mainly because your friends think that you're MAKING IT ALL UP. (They’re actually RIGHT. After all, there were no NORDIC VIKINGS in the history of ALTERNIA, although according to your writings, there totally WERE.) As such, you spend a lot of time WRITING fictional stories about these ancient lands, to the point of where you’ve totally confused most of the people you show these pieces to. Besides that, your interests range the consumption of an ALARMING RANGE OF MUSIC- you like anything with a beat- and the spending of most of your time on NICHE WEBSITES where you create vast worlds on which to virtually ROLEPLAY with others. Again, you just really, really like MAKING STUFF UP, although you prefer to call it DEVELOPING WORLDS, thank you very much. Your hive has many a JOURNAL and MAP to back this claim up, and you’re ready and willing to smack down a new PROJECT based on an idea you just had at any given MOMENT of the NIGHT.

You’re a decent hand with your SABER, although it’s a bit rubbish after years of FRIENDLY DUELS. (Although being bugged about it multiple times, you never really went for that FLARP stuff, unless it was to RUN the GAME and make it interesting.) You don’t anger angrily- more manipulative trolls find it difficult to put you under their MENTAL SWAY, to the point of it being nearly impossible. You have NO IDEA why this is, because it certainly doesn’t reflect on your attitude- you’re NOT STUBBORN and are generally IN A RATHER UPBEAT MODE. Your lusus is a WINGED BADGER who tends to trip out on MIND HONEY, provided she can find it. You try and keep it out of her paws, though, mainly because the side effects lead to most of your neighbors BLACKING OUT. You live in a hilly region of ALTERNIA, broken by bluffs that keep the wind quiet, and the night sky reaches out to the deep vault of SPACE, a subject you frequently muse over and INTEGRATE into your writings, along with your restless DREAMS of far stranger worlds and people. You don’t pay much attention to other people’s BLOOD, as long as they don’t have a BONE TO PICK about YOURS. Your Trollian handle is ragnarokValiant and you τend τσ τype wιτh "αncιenτ" symbσls.

**The Next Decade** · 01-25-2012, 02:26 PM

==> Be the lizard.
I don't like being called a lizard. I'm assssociating mysself with many sserpents.
==> Be the serpent changful guy.
Kehehe... That'ss better, flying arrow. Where iss your bow, losst, or flew away from you? Poor arrow, go sshoot yoursself ssomewhere elsse. Oh no, you can't! Kiheheha!

Your name is Hijoki Hebish, and you have horns, you just keep them under the hat. Also, you're a Limeblood, (00FF00), and you have a strange and practically useless for yourself Psychic power.

Your body generates a lot of energy, and after some time releases it, making a energy field around you. The sad thing is that it doesn't blocks particles, or damages everything. The only thing it does, is boosting other trolls psychic powers in the range of field. Which is not that small, actually. But there is one thing, if someone wants to use this field, he has to know that you have it. i.e. If someone tries to use his psychic powers, not even knowing who you are, it won't going to work.

In the last two sweeps your power began to mess with your thinkpan. Not making you insane, no. Just making your personality unstable. You can be calm and polite, you can all the time make fun of someone, you can kill someone who gets in the way, etc. You don't even want to know what it will do to you later. The only thing you can do, is to keep yourself in good mood.

Your lusus is a mix of many serpents. Tail of snake, body of Moloch lizard, head of crocodile. Somehow, it manages to be able to eat literally anything eatable, but it prefer trolls. When you in good mood, you don't feed trolls to it. Or feed, if you're in Fun mood, just to make some more fun of them.

You like to play FLARP, but your team, Twin Snakes, changes every match, i.e. your parthner will be dead or harmed. Luckly for you, there is many extremals that like to be in such risk, and luckly for them, you don't play much.

Your Strife specibi is a Twin Knives, and your favorite ones are the ones that look like a curvy snake teeth. Your Captchalogue deck is a basic Array, you don't like showy things. Well, except the moments when you make fun of others, you change your deck to Laser. You need to create a laser show of enough power, as the item lies in. But mostly you like to burn the troll's eyes with it. When you're in such state.

You will be known (maybe in another RP) as a Judge of Dark, you will have a tribe of Snakes as your consorts, you will live in the Land Of Isles And Void, dream at Derse, and will fight with a terrible lizard called Tokage.

Your trolltag is partiallySerpentous, and When you're in normal mood, you talk only with a hissssing.
Kehehe... But when you're in making fun sstate, you sstart to laugh. Ssometimess maniacally. Kiheheha!

**CSJ** · 01-26-2012, 09:43 AM

First troll, gogogo!

>Be the Haemotraitor Highblood
Fin, if u inƨƨħiƨƨt >:/

Your name is Fartface Buttskunk Gamina Echino and no matter how much you wish it were otherwise, you are a SEADWELLER. As much as you would love to live up to the wishes of your ESTRANGED, yet LOVING aquatic slitherbeast LUSUS, you are rather bitter about the weight of the EXPECTATIONS placed on your kind. She was however, a great lusus and while you haven't seen her for a whole SWEEP, you miss her more than you are willing to admit. While some trolls see your negative reaction to you privileged status as TREACHEROUS, you generally disregard them as being unable to understand your personal FEELINGS on the subject. You find most fellow seadwellers to be either ASININE or excessively BLOODTHIRSTY and consequently prefer the company of those far LOWER than yourself. You are still quite SOCIAL, though you struggle with PALE INFIDELITY by less scrupulous lowbloods preying on your NAIVETY. You find it hard to pin down a MATESPRIT; a problem you seem to accept begrudgingly, though you still have HOPE. By contrast, BLACKROM is far less of a concern for you, though you do tend to switch KISMEISES somewhat frequently. You have no shortage of seadwellers with AUSPISTATION requests regarding lowblood trolls; you sometimes act as a 'temporary auspistice' in return for somewhat exorbitant FEES. While you privately DESPISE being a HARLOT to the ashen quadrant, you try to see your SERVICE as a way of helping trolls of both castes co-operate and avoid ‘UNNECESSARY CULLING’.

Indeed, as with your approach to the caste structure, your views on ‘CULLING’ are atypical. While not extreme enough to consider anything close to pacifism, you believe that culling must be ’FAIR’, to ensure that the best genes are passed on to FUTURE GENERATIONS. You feel that the disparity in lusii, wealth and PRIVILEGE have to be countered in order to ‘BALANCE THE EQUATION’, as you see it. This has led you to get on the wrong end of some trolls and the LAW on occasion; but your DIPLOMATIC SKILLS, combat ability and status (much to your chagrin) have helped you survive life on Alternia. You unwillingness to INTERACT with most members of your caste occasionally works in your favour, as your COMPATRIOTS tend to see you as detached from their megalomaniac highblood shenanigans and your distance helps you keep it that way.

As a seadweller, you manage to find ample time to INDULGE your personal INTERESTS. You have a particular fascination with TROLL SOCIOLOGY and PHILOSOPHY, having taken to examining the inner workings of the hemospectrum and its influence on SOCIETY, activities which have placed you under heavy surveillance at times. In defiance, you possess a private collection of ILLICIT TEXTS, covering a variety of SUBJECTS, including ‘BLOOD WARFARE’ and all manner of taboo topics that could easily get the SUBJUGGULATORS chasing after your carapace. You are somewhat interested in ATTIRE and sew your own clothes, but you generally seek to EMULATE the FASHION of renegade land trolls. Like most seadwellers, you did spend some years FLARPing, but your personal mantras got in the way of some of your matches; leading to a few rather unfortunate incidents you refuse to divulge. The SCARS from said encounters remain, though you miss FLARP and occasionally discuss past sessions with your remaining former TEAMMATES.
The rest of your free time is generally dedicated to CARD GAMES and ‘IMPROVING’ your island home, which you hope will become the BEST HIVE EVER.

Your trolltag is tethysAdder, and your Typing ƨƨtyle reflectƨƨ ur ƨƨibliance-ricħ accent, witħ few ħiƨƨtakeƨƨ and the occaƨƨional pun. U alƨƨo tend to ƨƨħortn ur wordƨƨ to ƨƨave time when ur in a ħrry.

tee ell dee arr

**Carouselz** · 01-27-2012, 02:51 AM

Your name is Rariki Soleen and you are 9 sweeps old. However, it really DOESN'T MATTER since you are probably NEVER GOING TO LEAVE ALTERNIA. Not because you can't, but because you are the apretice of the WORLD RENOUND Sativa Esrare, and she is currently teaching you the INS AND OUTS of growing SOPOR and turing it into SLIME.

You don't really have many other interests besides SOPOR and GROWING SOPOR and SMOKING SOPOR. You indulge in the occasional SLIME PIE now and again, but EATING SOPOR SLIME IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS. The plant however, is COMPLETELY SAFE.

You have rich, beautiful JADE blood running through your viens, but as your lusus likes to say when he gets mad at you, "YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT", and it's probably true. You are very incapible of doing really anything but CARING for your SOPOR PLANTS.

Your favorite color is MAROON, and you think maybe you were a maroon blood in one of your PAST LIVES. Probably not.

You live in the SCORCHING HOT Alternian desert with your mentor, and you don't really mind it. In fact, you LOVE the SUN. Getting at least and hour of sunlight is always about at the top on your MENTAL LIST OF THINGS TO DO FOR THE DAY. Because of this, you have many grey-ish jade marks on your face. Sativa has them too. You think maybe they are a result of the EXSTENSIVE amount of time you spend in the sun.

Your lusus is a GIANT SCORPION that dwells under a GIANT ROCK somewhere in the desert. You venture out into the sand to feed him every couple of days. He generally does very well on his own, as do you.

Your troll tag is righteousStultus and you type in a way that lets people Know that one day youll be the sopor King but you dont gotta be hella serious about it

**CraftyJongleur** · 01-27-2012, 11:29 AM

>Be the Caretaker

Your name is Ananta Khalid. You are 7 sweeps old and you have spent most of those seven sweeps stuck in your LIGHTHOUSE HIVE. Scattered throughout your respiteblock are numerous MAPS OF FARAWAY LANDS, BOOKS ABOUT EXOTIC ADVENTURES, and PAINTINGS OF FANTASTIC VISTAS. Really, anything to make you forget you're trapped on this rock.

Actually, a rock really is the best way to describe it- if you were to step out the front door you wouldn't be able to walk more than a few feet without plummeting into the ocean. In fact, the island upon which your hive sits is so small that YAMM, your GIANT SEA SERPENT LUSUS, can curl all the way around it and put its tail in its mouth. In fact, that's what it spends most of its time doing, blocking you from leaving the island.

That's really the crux of most of your problems. You know that he only wants to protect you, but as it is you barely get to see the world or meet any other trolls. Sometimes when you're an especially good little troll, he lets you go visit some of the NEIGHBORING ISLANDS AND COASTAL VILLAGES, but you often tend to get over excited and end up is some manner of mischief or another and end up being punished by not being allowed off the island for a long time (ok, so that's always what happens). You just can't miss an opportunity to explore some RUINS or a CAVE COMPLEX, or find out what will happen when you start messing around with the locals.

It's just as well, though. Seeing as you live at see, most of your neighbors are HIGH BLOODS, and most of the High Bloods are SEA DWELLERS. They tend to look down on you as the poor kid brining down the value of the neighborhood, but they begrudgingly continue to associate with you do to the necessity of your job running the lighthouse. Trolls have nigh perfect dark vision, of course, but during heavy fog or a particularly violent storm, even the most adept sea dweller can lose their way. It's not a job many trolls would want, working so close to that bright light all the time, but you have a pair of SPIFFY SHADES to protect your eyes. And it has its benefits: you've had many a sea dweller knocking on your door during a storm, having seen the beacon seeking shelter.

Because you spend so much time isolated from the world, you are always very enthusiastic when talking to other trolls- perhaps a bit TOO enthusiastic. Your manic cheerfulness and constant barrage of questions tend to give people headaches, but it's just in your nature to be so friendly, as every person you meet is a brand new experience full of new possibilities for what they might share and what you might learn. You particularly like the sea dwellers. Not that you actually care about the hemospectrum or anything, you just think it's so cool how they can explore the entire ocean uninhibited. You often find yourself gushing to your visitors about how much you envy them and how amazingly cool you find them to be. As annoying as your incessant prattling is, you find many of the sea dwellers returning to visit multiple times, just for the ego stroking. None of them show up often enough to really call them your friends, but there are a few who you at least know on a first name basis. They regale you with tails of adventure and intrigue, and it only fuels your desire to break free and explore the world. On clear nights you look up at the stars and dream of someday joining the Expeditionary Fleet and exploring new worlds. Most of the other trolls just roll their eyes at the idea, as your TEAL COLORED BLOOD pretty much guarantees you a CIVIL SERVICE JOB, not to mention that someone with your authority issues (caused by your overprotective lusus) would make a terrible soldier.

Your lack of exposure to the outside world has left you with a philosophy that anything is possible. You see the world as a chaotic place full of limitless possibility, and you love it. There is no limit to your imagination and as far as you're concerned, anything you can imagine could be out there, jus waiting for you to discover it. As a byproduct of your obsession with chaos and possibility comes a love of chance and probability. You accept them as completely random and thus don't care about or believe in 'luck,' you're more excited by the suspense of which possibility will reveal itself. You therefore always carry a DECK OF CARDS around with you. It represents the mystery of a locked door, the beauty of the unknown. You never know what you're going to get when you draw from a shuffled deck; it might be just the card you need to win a game or a worthless card that sabotages your entire hand, and the suspense makes you positively giddy. You've even learned how to weaponize your cards, fitting them with bladed edges and using them as makeshift THROWING KNIVES (and as regular slicey type knives in a pinch).

At night you dream of the one who brings storms and how they will kill your lusus, setting you free. You're not sure whether it and your other visions are true premonitions or just figments of your admittedly overactive imagination, but you do know that one way or another you WILL become free to explore the world.

Your fetch modus is the FIVE CARD STUD MODUS. When you captchalogue an item you assign it to a number 2-10, Jack, Ace, King, Queen, or Joker. When you want to get at item you draw five cards from your deck and receive whichever items are attached to those cards. You CAN also split them by suit, allowing you to carry 4 times as many items, but that makes it 4 times as hard to find the item you need, so you try to travel light. Who needs 54 captchacard slots, anyways?

Your troll tag is infinitePossibility and you tend to be a bit of a card when dealing ✳ut your puns, and you ✳ften mark you words with the eight point star ✳n which your symbol is based.

**sleepyBubble** · 01-28-2012, 12:55 PM

> Be the paranoid mutant-blooded anonblood.
I AM NOT SURE IF I WOULD LIKE TO BE CALLED THA---zzzzzzzzz...T, MORON.
> Okay, be the sleepy gu---zzzzzzzzzz...y. heheheh.
C: ? OK, THAT'S BETTER I GUE---zzzzzzzzz...S, MORON.

[sprite will be added when actually made, I'm on a laptop, not my computer.]

Your name is Hypneus Irritanti, because you are SLEEPY and ANNOYING. You never left your HIVE, which you called BUBBLY STATION for some weird fucking REASON. Your HORNS make a perfect circle, in fact, it is one HORN, or so it seems. Someone could pick you up while holding it. Your BLOOD is very strange, it is no ONE color. It is FLASHING with the colors of the fucking RAINBOW. That's why you were staying in your BUBBLY STATION along with your LUSUS, your UNICORN. You type in GRAY, because it's SEXY and TROLLIAN doesn't let you write with your RAINBOW colour. Oh, also, you are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS old. You have the power of changing how people FEEL. You can't control LOVE, though. Your TITLE is the HERO OF BLOOD. You live on the LAND OF GRAY RAINBOWS AND MUSHROOMS. Oh, how you love GRAY. Your STRIFE SPECIBI is SHURIKENKIND, you throw SHURIKENS at PEOPLE, hehehe. Your FETCH MODUS is RAINBOWKIND. Every item is captchalouged into a certain color. You have to remember the colours of the items to pick them. You pick them by releasing a rainbow stream of a certain color and then picking the item. Your trolltag is sleepyBubble and you SPEAK WITH PERFECT SYNTAX, BUT YOU SEEM TO FALL AS---zzzzzzzzzzzzz...LEEP SOMETIMES. YOU SOMETIMES END SENTANCES WITH ",MORON.",MORON.

**Overlard** · 01-29-2012, 03:42 PM

> Be the indecisive steam freak

You know, I'd advis6 a chang6 of attitud6 b6for6 I flip th6 tabl6~

> Er, be the locomotion gambler

Clos6 6nough~

Your name is Bismer Kooime and you are OF A RATHER SECRET AGE. Personally you don't see much of a reason to let all things about you get known, since it's hardly vital to anyone's well being. You at least know enough to not keep your MUSTARD YELLOW (#937d00) BLOOD anonymous. That would just give you a swift kick in the rear for your troubles from every last highblood.

If there's one thing you really can't hold yourself back from, it's GAMBLING. Good lord you love the stuff. You really can't hold yourself back from a bet. Someone just slaps a damn caegar down and woah shit now you can't help yourself gotta do that thing! Fortunately you've got the smarts to BACK OUT if you realize you're in over your head. But this inevitably leads to jeers and cries of derision from the trolls who you were betting with. Sometimes they get really angry and try to HURT or CULL you. In these instances you do your best to TALK THEM DOWN from a fight. Doesn't always work, so you've got a few scars. They're not pretty and sometimes ache, but you're happy you've yet to die at least.

You're also a bit of a LOCOMOTIVE MACHINE ENTHUSIAST. They're among THE TOPS, as some proclaim, those being you. Those sturdy machines, furiously marching throughout the night and days, spurred on by coal and soot.... You get a little dizzy thinking about it! You've got a curious passion for them, that much is clear. You like to watch documentaries and even play a few games about trains! You've even got a small model train-set set up in your hive. It's very amusing to play with when you're bored and lonely. Since you've taken such a vested interest in them, you have also taken it upon yourself to become somewhat of an STEAM ENGINEER.

What exactly IS a steam engineer? You're not really sure, you just made up the title yourself. But you mostly try to build ODD CONTRAPTIONS out of various components generally using STEAM and COAL as sources of power. They tend to be horribly clunky, but that's fine with you. You just really love how they look AWESOME. Burst of steam emitting from one end, parts grinding into motion at the other, it's really thrilling! And also a bit dangerous. You really have to be careful not to get the skin burnt right off of you from steam shooting out, or a foot crushed from a heavy brass fitting falling down. You tend to stick to making small automatons whenever you can get enough cash together for the right parts. Naturally you've also tried to make a few limbs, but you just can't get the hang of it! Whenever you've tried to fit it onto someone, the receiving troll cries out in agony and promptly absconds. Wonder why? Certainly nothing to do with poor fittings and violent expulsion of steam onto and into their bodies! Aside from that, you also have a small POWER. It's simply the ability to shoot a tiny bit of generated electricity out of your own body. It's not even that much! At most it would highly irritate someone if it hit them. You mostly use it to jumpstart busted batteries and such things.

Other than that though, you've got a bit of a passion for handing out ADVICE. Not particularly good advice, but you've lived long enough to know a few tricks. If anyone asks, you'll gladly tell them a few of the things you've managed to learn. Most of them deal with gambling, coincidentally. Or at least gambling euphemisms. It probably gets a little grating on trolls when you've told enough of them, but you don't really care. You can strike up a conversation with almost anyone, but generally you prefer to stay alone. There's no particular reason, it's just that you cannot really stand to be around someone too long for whatever abstract reason. Maybe they're boring, maybe they're annoying. Whatever the case, you just stick out for yourself and nobody else.

Whenever you're asked to make choices though, you FREEZE UP. You want to be absolutely sure what you're doing is the right call, so you spend hours upon hours trying to see all the available options and outcomes. This is a bit of a hassle when you're playing cards, since opponents tend to get pissy when you won't freaking move for the longest time. Fortunately it can somewhat pay off, in that most of your decisions are carefully played out. Unfortunately, you've missed TONS of opportunities by taking too long to decide something.

Your HIVE isn't anywhere that special. Just inside of a city, in a small neighborhood. Your neighbors get kinda freaked out by the odd automaton you accidentally let loose and that tends to lead to arguments and shouting and annoying things like scuffles. You've long ago stopped trying to tell them not to destroy "that weird different thing!" that wanders into their yards and just try to pick up the scraps afterwards. Your lusus, RATDAD, heartily approves of any and all scavenging you accomplish. After all, a real rat knows how to pick anything up and turn it into something else. Sometimes though...you really think he's kinda gross. That guy just loves to dig through garbage.

Your strife specibus is pistolKind, but you more accurately use a revolver with a small telescopic sight. One of your favorite pastimes is to emulate some old western star from a movie you once saw, asking whether your opponent "feels lucky" when you've got them cornered.

Your fetch modus is STEAM. Anyone who has ever played a game of pipe dream can recognize it here! Just get the steam from one side to another by sliding the correct parts in! Unfortunately, this particular modus likes to blast you with SEARING HOT steam should you fail it.

If for some reason you played a RIDICULOUS GAME, you would be the THRALL of LIFE in the LAND of STEAM and FLAMES

Your trolltag is "gamblingMalcontent" and you type "Lik6 you f66l lucky~"

TL;DR

**alexthewhite** · 01-29-2012, 05:14 PM

I guess I made a new fantroll?

>Be the book-

SHHHHH!

Your name is WIRICK DRAYAL, and you love books.

No, you mean you really love books. You’d kill for certain STERLING FIRST EDITIONS. You have killed for certain STERLING FIRST EDITIONS. You are a prolific collector of the printed word, from CONTRABAND TOMES OF RELIGIOUS ORIGIN texts to IMPERIAL PROPAGAND BOOKLETS to RISQUE TALES OF FORBIDDEN HATE. Each lines the walls of your hive, which is less of a hive at this point and more of a library with a kitchen.

It wasn’t always this way. You used to much prefer BLOOD SPORT to your newer, (usually) more peaceful hobby of BURYING YOURSELF IN LITERATURE. It’s been a boon on your neighbors, and you’re happier too! Everyone wins!

At least, until you read “Alternian Psycho” by Troll Bret Ellis and killed half of them.

You’re not positive if it’s a POWER OF THE PSYCHIC NATURE or if you’re just KIND OF A WEIRD GIRL, but you busying yourself with these books has had an unexpected side effect.

Namely, you adopt certain characteristics of the story’s MOST MEMORABLE CHARACTER, usually the protagonist. When you read a memoir or some other form of non-fiction, you adopt the personality of the author. It was a strange week after you CAREFULLY PERUSED the works of Troll Friedrich Nietzsche.

Your MERCURIAL NATURE and OCCASIONAL PROPENSITY FOR MASS-SLAUGHTER has given most of your neighbors plenty motivation to LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE. You find this to be JUST PLAIN DANDY; after all, unwanted visitors disturb you never-ending task of PROCESSING YOUR BOUNDLESS SUPPLY OF READING MATERIAL.

That’s not to say you’re utterly friendless; you’ve made a couple CHUMS OF COMPARABLE INTELLECTUAL QUANTITY over trollslum. You have very little patience for those who act as if they were dealt a SAVAGE BLOW TO THE THINK PAN, and treat them accordingly.

When you run low on new things to read, you head out to scavenge for books WHEREVER THEY MAY BE FOUND. Other than that, you rarely leave your hive for any reason outside of THE FULFILLING OF BASIC NECESSITIES.

When you read a book of BELOW AVERAGE MERIT, you tend to throw it in your incinerator. This isn’t just a SYMBOLIC GESTURE OF DISAPPROVAL, it’s a necessity. Your hive already RUNNETH OVER WITH BOOKS, and you’ve got to save space somehow.

Your lusus is named NINSUN, and she’s a worm. A big worm. A WORM THE LENGTH OF YOUR ARM. Her favorite resting place is coiled around your shoulder. When you were younger, you found this to be SUPREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE. Now, you don’t really care quite as much.

You’ve allotted the strife specibi of SWORD KIND and PEN KIND. The former was in your youth of MURDERING FOR FUN AND PROFIT. The latter, you did later on when you realized a need for a GREATER FINESSE IN THE ACT OF ENDING LIVES.

Your trolltag is folioPartisan, and you [Ensure everyth][ng ][s organ][zed properly.]

**quirkyParadox** · 01-29-2012, 08:10 PM

Hey, I'd like to change Sarpila's trolltag from grimlyWhimsical to austereEnnui. Just throwin' that out there.

**Destruction Dragon 360** · 01-30-2012, 01:29 AM

>Be the Over-Intelligent Bastard
While true, I would say that said remark is unwarranted and I have yet to do anything to deserve your criticisms.
>Be the Unfeeling Intellectual
An improvement, good.

Your name is Vyconi Beilun, and you are an UNFEELING BASTARD with more KNOWLEDGE stored in your think pan than perceived to be possible. Your shade of blood allows you to reside in the DAYLIGHT of Alternia. However, a slight variation in the hint instilled your eyes with less resistance. When you were very young you were NEARLY BLINDED by the ALTERNIAN SUN, and you are forced to wear SPECIAL SUNGLASSES to allow you to see, both clearly, and without fear of further sun damage.

You reside in a very large hive on Alternia's lighter side that you and your lusus discovered in your grubhood, and thus you did not need to build on of your own. Your hive contains a vast array of books and tomes and such and you have spent your entire life reading its massive collection of books.

Your lusus is a rare breed of ALTERNIAN KNOWL, an intellectual avian that sleeps to the moon and rises with the sun. Your lusus was also what pressured you to comb the archives of the hive you had discovered. Your lusus has taught you that the PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE supercedes ALL ELSE. However, you are allowed access to your computer when it feels you've studied sufficiently.

Your depth of intellect spans several topics, but you find preference in the ABSTRACT and INTROSPECTIVE. You dabble in the fields of TROLL PSYCHOLOGY and NEUROLOGY, in an attempt to learn the workings of the TROLL BRAIN, and ASTROPHYSICS, fielding in the EXPANSIVE LAWS and NOTIONS of RELATIVITY, SPACE-TIME, WORMHOLES, BLACK HOLES, the ORIGINS of the UNIVERSE, etc. As such, you've developed a knack for picking apart the minds of others on the fly and are capable of making far-off connections about those around you. However, you have a great deal of trouble relating to your fellow troll, and, well, feeling at all, and can come off as a bit of a COLD, HEARTLESS, UNFEELING, DISCONCERTING, CRITICAL, CONDESCENDING BASTARD.

When you are on the COMPUTER, you try to get as much ENJOYMENT as you can. As such, you became involved in a FLARPING PARTNERSHIP with a ROWDY, RECKLESS, and very DANGEROUS troll named HARDES. You found enjoyment in toying with the minds of your enemies you clouded for, delightfully filling their think pans with such ECCENTRICITIES, FALSEHOODS, FALLACIES and other such PSYCHOBABBLE as to drive them NIGH-INSANE. In light of that, it became clear early on in your partnership that Hardes was a DANGER to the trolls around him, as he SLAUGHTERED the opponents in a HATE-FUELED PASSION. You absolved that you would need to QUALM his VIOLENT TENDENCIES as best you could, but your FEELINGS for him do not extend past the ASHEN need to MEDIATE for him. As partners, you would CLOUD the enemy partners and remain in contact with Hardes and attempt to PREVENT CONFLICT as much as you could, with as much success as you could hope for, which is to say not very much.

It was not until your 5th wriggling day that you learned that the hive you dwelt in had once been that of an accomplished scholar and EDUCATOR, a troll who had at one time shared your SYMBOL. Your ANCESTRAL DISCOVERY had been headed off when you discovered a small back block in the hive with your BLOOD COLOR and SYMBOL CARVED into it. Inside were some ANCIENT JOURNALS and a COLLECTION depicting GREAT HISTORICAL FIGURES of his time and earlier. As such, you developed a PENSION for ANCESTRY as well, and have picked out a number of figures associated with trolls you have come across, FLARPers, some well-known highbloods, and even Hardes.

If you were to begrudgingly play a game of apocalyptic proportions, you would be the Page of Light in the Land of Drought and Text, ruled over by Wan Shi Tong, the Spirit of Knowledge and Denizen of LODAT. In an alternate universe in which you've played this game, you'd say you've dreamed on Prospit all your life.

You prefer to maintain an air of CLASS and CIVILITY, and prefer to wear the attire SUITABLE to the PRIM, the DAPPER, and the PROPER. You are not one for COMBAT, and are much better at fighting with the MIND as opposed to the BODY, but when you DO, you use the Bookkind Strife Specibus, for CONSTANTLY HEFTING MASSIVE BOOKS containing INNUMERABLE PAGES has toned the MUSCLE MASS in your arms to wield a piece of text as an INVALUABLE WEAPON. As one should know, you should not doubt the damage a book can cause. You use the Text Modii, which manifests itself as a LARGE TEXT BOOK, with each card as both sides of the page. However, if you were to open the book recklessly, swiftly, or otherwise disorderly, as you are prone to, items can shoot out from the page you open to, at varying velocities. Your trolltag is paradoxicallyStudious and you refrain from using such linguistic faux pas as that of contractions or curses, as you prefer to keep your language level at a high standard of that of the refined and the well-educated.

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**momatoes** · 01-30-2012, 08:30 PM

Originally Posted by quirkyParadox

Hey, I'd like to change Sarpila's trolltag from grimlyWhimsical to austereEnnui. Just throwin' that out there.

Got it. I'll finish this tomorrow.

Updating is delayed one day because I am up to my neck in shenanigans. Thanks again for everyone's patience.

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