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

**momatoes** · 11-14-2011, 08:52 AM

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**momatoes** · 11-14-2011, 08:54 AM

Hail the Quincunx

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** · 11-14-2011, 08:54 AM

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**momatoes** · 11-14-2011, 08:55 AM

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**momatoes** · 11-14-2011, 08:56 AM

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Hey ho Hvalur

**Renegade Electron** · 11-14-2011, 09:59 AM

> Be the griefer.

Ha/ha/ha can do boss/man!

Your name is ULULUS HUZUNI.

You are an ARROGANT and COCKY troll, believing that ANYTHING YOU DO is automatically better than something that ANOTHER TROLL does. Why? Because YOU are YOU, and SOMEONE ELSE is one of the NON-YOUS. When someone makes something that is BETTER than something YOU make, your reaction is to TRY TO DESTROY IT. Thus, you have a natural affinity for GRIEFING. Online, in FLARP, bashing up things in MUSEUMS - you have NEXT TO NO REMORSE for DESTROYING PEOPLE'S STUFF.

The exceptions are IMAGES OF YOU (because you're so GREAT) and anything that DEPICTS a SWORDFISH. You have a soft spot for SWORDFISH, and you will not let them be harmed. Your LUSUS was a SWORDFISH, but he was killed by SOME ASSHOLE with a FANCY GUN who "just wwanted to help his moirail." You miss SWORDFISHDAD, so you try not to harm other SWORDFISH.

Online, you are as CONFIDENT and VAIN as ever, and you will LORD YOURSELF OVER ANYONE. If they are LOWER ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM, you will brag about your BLOOD COLOR, but if they are HIGHER ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM than you, you will be RUDE and INSUBORDINATE. This makes people DISLIKE you! But you try not to care, because they are NON-YOUS. Occasionally, people have HUNTED YOU DOWN and TRIED TO KILL YOU, though. You sort of suck at FIGHTING ACTUAL OPPONENTS, though, so you just THROW DARTS and ABSCOND.

You also fancy yourself as a bit of a CRITIC, and you like to go online and TEAR INTO work that you deem as LOW-QUALITY. You like to have the MOST CRITIQUES, not to mention the HARSHEST, and if someone else has a LEGITIMATE POINT that you DID NOT INCLUDE, you tell them that "it went with/out say/ing." On A FEW OCCASIONS, people have SEEN THROUGH YOU and given you ACCURATE LECTURES. If that happens, you usually QUIT THE FORUM out of SHAME and INDIGNANCE.

Your trolltag is xtremeXiphias and you slice your words be/tween syl/la/bles to hon/or Sword/fish/dad.

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**Tluthal** · 11-14-2011, 02:34 PM

>Tlu: Realize you haven't posted an updated Lohqua profile since Trollslum 2

D'OH! Featuring new sprite and new, correct link.

>Be the Blacksmith

[Click image for wiki link.]

Your name is LOHQUA DIBARE and you are almost nine sweeps old. You are a particularly ISOLATED young lady, having built your hive in a DORMANT VOLCANO on the SOUTHERN COAST. Along with your bully of a CHOLERBEAR lusus, this has served to almost totally isolate you except for your perigeely trip to the TIDEROT OPEN MARKET. It's probably a good thing you have your computer and PDA so you don't go completely off the deep end! While you do have a few neighbors, they tend to disappear for WEEKS ON END. They're also mostly ALTERNIA-ASSIGNED ADULTS, so you have to tread carefully anyways.

[Continued under spoiler.]

Your trolltag is adjutorObedientiary and you type iin a manner deemed e%a2peratiing by the f001ii2h uniinformed ma22e2. =XP

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**InsanicAsu** · 11-14-2011, 04:16 PM

Your name is CORBEN IKSAET, you are 8 sweeps old.
You are not particularly low, but not exactly high either, which puts you in the middle of the spectrum. Not that you care anyway, it’s a load of bologna to you.

You enjoy BOTANY, especially growing plants that are POISONOUS. You also enjoy FLARPING, though you are prone to doing it by yourself since all of your FRIENDS WON’T PLAY WITH YOU anymore. Something about you being TOO EXTREME upsets them. Whatever, you’re fine playing alone.

You don’t really think that going out into the wilderness with only a weapon and your FLARP gear is extreme. So what if you spend days at a time out there, having to find shelter when you want to rest. And who cares if you suffer through horrorterror dreams, it’s all in the spirit of adventure!

You deny that willingly putting yourself through horrorterror dreams may have messed with your brain. Nope, not at all.

You do actually spend some time out in the sun. You have a WEAK POWER, which requires SUNLIGHT and WATER to work. You like to call it CHLOROPHYLL, since when you have both sun and water you can HEAL YOURSELF. You have yet to try healing someone else, but you’re pretty sure that if you save up that power you can transfer it to someone else.

Your LUSUS is a BUTTERFLY; you like to call him BUTTERDAD. He helps with your garden, since despite being a lusus, HE IS VERY SMALL. You like to think that you make a kickass pair, even though butterdad probably wishes you’d be less… rambunctious.

Your fetch modus is like a flower. Each item is stored in a petal, and to use the item you must pluck the petal. The downside is you have to wait for awhile for a new petal to appear, so you try to use it sparingly.

Your strife specibus is allocated to SHOVELkind. This is both for your garden and also to beat off animals and other trolls. Surprisingly it works rather well, since the actual metal part is deceivingly heavy.

Your trolltag is poisonPollen and you ✿ tEnd to caPitaLizE Each lEttEr in POLLEN.

**Marshmellow** · 11-14-2011, 04:17 PM

>OPEN bloodswap.exe
>SWAP vadosa_preael 800000

You are Vadosa Preael, and something seems different about you today.

That's silly though, because there's nothing different about you today at all! You've ALWAYS been a massively empowered psychic redblood, and anyone that says otherwise can suck a bulge, okay?

But back to our introductions. As previously mentioned, you are part of the REDBLOOD caste--in fact, your blood is about as LOW AS IT GETS without being some sort of freakish mutation. Perhaps as some sort of tradeoff for belonging to such a contemptible caste, you find yourself gifted with MASSIVE TELEKINETIC POWERS. Naturally, having such power coursing through your red veins gives you license to use it HOWEVER YOU PLEASE.

And use it you do! In spite of having such a frail frame--why, a stiff wind could probably knock you out!--you've built up quite a reputation for your ruthlessness and unpredictability. The highbloods can have their games of nobility; you have the run of the whole lowblood criminal underworld.

Of course, all this wanton crime and trollocide have attracted no small number of enemies. There's hardly a troll out there that doesn't have some beef with you. Even with all your psychic might, keeping yourself hidden from those that want your head is practically a full time job. As such, you're constantly on the move, traveling from place to place, only stirring up trouble when you know you can get away with it. Your SERPENT LUSUS doesn't mind the moving--in fact, he seems to love wandering Alternia with you. You suspect he would have wandered right off without you if you didn't need to move around so much.

You can access Trollian through a grubphone you 'acquired' on one of your many adventures, though mostly you use it to taunt past or potential victims. Your trolltag is improperDame and you don't really -care- what those -nooksniffers- think of the way you type, girl.

**Moon Redeemer** · 11-14-2011, 05:43 PM

==> Be the thick-head fantasist.

**,WHAT! is a FAN-TA-SIST!!!?

==> Just be the boxer.

Your name is VLASTA KINTAR, a MALE TROLL from ALTERNIA, specifically the SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE. You are currently SEVEN AND A HALF SOLAR SWEEPS old, and your BLOOD is BLUE, befitting a CHAMPION such as yourself.

Now, if you didn’t have your MARTIAL ARTS, you don’t know how you’d make it through the cold nights in your FROZEN SPIRE. If a TROLL’s going to make it in this part of the world, they’ve got to be STRONG, and you are certainly STRONG – the TRAINING you undertook to help improve your ENDURANCE has paid off. You spend a large section of your time SPARRING against your LUSUS, a powerful JAGUATAUR, and you have learned many different FIGHTING STYLES from him… and gotten some CRACKED TEETH from him.

He has also taught you about the art of WAR, but you’re only interested in the part about TANKS because they CRUSH stuff and SHOOT stuff. You’re a bit SIMPLE-MINDED like that. As such, you have a collection of TOY TANKS that you often play with, but you’re ASHAMED of it. You do find MAPS quite interesting for some reason, even if you CAN’T READ THEM because you’re THICK. Another one of your interests is SNOWBOARDING – this is such a passion of yours that you always wear SKI GOGGLES on your head. They don’t do anything, but they look KINDA COOL, in your opinion anyway.

You tend to talk to people like you’re a CELEBRITY, even though NO ONE has ever heard of you. But hey, you need to get some practice for the day you become a CELEBRITY BOXER, because BOXING is your favorite MARTIAL ART. Anyway, as such you can come across as a bit EGOTISTICAL, and you don’t really care about what OTHERS THINK OF YOU half the time. Regardless, you are generally KIND and COURTEOUS to anyone, provided they aren’t a PISSBLOOD OR BELOW. You’re always SYMPATHETIC and INTERESTED in what anyone has to say, but… those LOWBLOODS. You’re just a TOTAL DICK to them.

As previously stated, your DREAM is to become a CELEBRATED CHAMPION BOXER. This is because you have a special place in your heart for BOXING, and as such, you wield your GLOVEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS with true loving care. You actually wear your BOXING GLOVES when you sleep, and they are called KAZ and JIN. You FORGET WHICH ONE’S WHICH, though. Oh, and you use a PUNCH FETCH MODUS.

Your trolltag is stellarDefender, and you type **,LIKE! you’re a true CHAM-PI-ON!!!

tl;dr

**rockingCavalier** · 11-14-2011, 09:11 PM

>Be the Bloodswap

"FUCK-YOU-ASSHOLE!"

Your name is VIRREX DECAZE, and you are a GOLD BLOOD. If you were a blueblood, you would be INSUFFERABLY ARROGANT. But since you never were told of your non-existent superiority, you just became a REGULAR VIOLENT IDIOT. You couldn't even know about being superior to mutants and rustbloods because your LUSUS and HIVE were lost in a freak fire. You roamed the streets of your URBAN HELLHOLE CITY, screaming obscenities at passerby, assaulting weak-looking trolls, and generally being a MENACE TO PUBLIC HEALTH. It's a miracle you haven't been culled. However, some of your EXTREMELY PROFANE TIRADES were recorded, and you soon found yourself a CAREER.

You are what some people call a ROCK STAR. However, the general key difference is that rock stars have MUSICAL TALENT. You however, just scream CREATIVE OBSCENITIES AND INSULTS into a microphone while your ROBOTIC BAND plays along. On Alternia, this kind of music is called HARDCORE CRUST POWERNOISE. Most of your live performances are at CRAPPY BARS AND CLUBS, and the VIOLENT NATURE OF YOUR MUSIC leads to VIOLENT PERFORMANCES, with ASSAULT and PROPERTY DAMAGE abound. You live a HEDONISTIC lifestyle, frequently PARTYING.

And of course, this has affected your personal life. Your ANTISOCIAL BEHAVIOR has earned you a CULT FOLLOWING, but all you really want is a MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP. Your frequent PARTYING is just a DESPRATE ATTEMPT TO EVADE LONELINESS. Unlike some OTHER ASSHOLE, you have A MASSIVE SELF-LOATHING PROBLEM. And naturally, you take it out on everyone else. You hate yourself and your DESTRUCTIVE NATURE so much, that many of your OBSCENE SONGS are directed at THE KIND OF ASSHOLES WHO WOULD LISTEN TO YOUR CRAP. The other ones are directed at your hatred of how trolls are so stupid and violent, ironically enough. Only SOME OTHER ASSHOLE would think that the violent lifestyle of alternia is cool. Your ultimate goal is to CURSE OUT THE ENTIRE TROLL RACE LIVE AND IN CONCERT, but your UNDERGROUND CRED keeps getting in the way.

While you still use the same MODUS as the OTHER ASSHOLE, you use the MICROPHONEKIND specibus, just beating others over the head with your mic, or the mic stand. Your trolltag is antisocialOutlaw and YOU-TYPE-LOUD-AND-FAST.

**PrussianMoose** · 11-14-2011, 11:13 PM

Bloodswapped Profiles HOOOOOO:

>Be the unapologetic and delusional Seabitch.

chchchhch super RUDE!!!!!!!!!! im hoping the aim here is to get schchot because youre totally a step closer to accomplischching that goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>Be the real life pirate highblood!

chchchchcch with pleaschchure!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your name is ABRENE PHISIA and you are a NOBLE HIGHBLOOD SEADWELLER (#580065) ON A MISSION. Said mission to be the best PIRATE that Alternia, or anywhere else for that matter, has ever laid eyes on! Someday trolls will write stories about your adventures and little wrigglers will be INSPIRED by your tales of ADVENTURE and INTRIGUE on the high seas!

Now, you're not just ANY KIND OF GOD DAMN PIRATE, You're a REAL GOD DAMN PIRATE! You won't have anybody EVER telling you else wise, those who do get your full wrath. If you weren't a real pirate would you have a REAL SEAWORTHY-VESSEL equipped with two VERY REAL AND DEADLY CANNONS?! If you weren't a real pirate would you have a REALLY COOL AND NOT DUMB AT ALL EYEPATCH?! If you weren't a real pirate would you go on SUPER COOL ADVENTURES TO GET HIDDEN LOOT?! Huh, HUH!?!

Yeah, that's what you fucking thought.You're about as real as it gets.

Those FLARPING ASSHOLES think they know how to be pirates too, naturally you get along great with them. Wait. No. That's a lie.
You UTTERLY DESPISE it when a bunch of PLUCKY FLARPERS get together and procure a ship to PRETEND TO BE A PIRATES. You don't just PRETEND. There's no going home from a day of HARD CORE PIRATING to take off your eyepatch and boots and just relax. You can't shove your night's plunderings into some discrete closet and call it a night. Being a pirate is a LIFE-STYLE CHOICE and is certainly not a HOBBY.

When you do spot a group of STUPID AND USELESS PRETENDERS having themselves a jolly old time out at sea you tend to COMPLETELY DESTROY THEM. Do you give them warning? No. You just pull your ship right on up and ENGAGE IN NAVAL WARFARE.

Everything you learned about being a pirate you learned from the wrigglertales you would read to pass the time while you were hiding from your SORRY EXCUSE FOR A LUSUS, the very same SEA SERPENT who snatched your eye from you on your THIRD WRIGGLING DAY. You would spend nights upon nights fantasizing what it would be like to FLEE your MISERABLE EXISTENCE and go topside to hunt treasure, drink low grade alcohol, and woo wenches. You LOVE TREASURE in a way that could hardly be described as PLATONIC. If it were at all possible to procreate with SHINY METAL you would be in a committed matespritship with the stuff. Really you consider ANYTHING THAT SPARKLES to be treasure, god help the TROLL WHO HAS WHAT YOU WANT.

Eventually you would make your DARING ESCAPE and procure a SHIP (not a BOAT) to call your own.

You don't really give a scavengerbeast's furry rear about the HEMOSPECTRUM. You do REALLY LIKE the fact it gives you the RIGHT to be a HORRIBLE BITCH to anything lower than you, but that's about it. Normally you look at lowbloods like SMALL CREATURES who simply DO NOT KNOW ANY BETTER and you actually kind of ENJOY TALKING TO THEM. Lowbloods are silly and not mean or full of themselves like a lot of your FELLOW HIGHBLOODS are. And they tend to use small words that don't cause your thinkpan to go all FUZZY either. You're not really the brightest troll on the planet.

You're also INCREDIBLY SUPERSTITIOUS, but you don't want a SOUL to know about it. You believe in EVERY KIND OF LUCK THERE IS, you also FERVENTLY BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. The idea that one might be around you scares you to the point you DON'T EVEN WANT TO PILLAGE ANYTHING. Which, is to say, it scares you quite a lot. When things get TOO HOT TO HANDLE, as they often do, you frequently turn to your SECRET COLLECTION OF LUCK INCREASING ARTIFACTS. You would be SO EMBARRASSED if anyone EVER FOUND OUT ABOUT YOUR STASH.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is PISTOL KIND. You like it because you can just go PEW PEW at anyone who tries to hurt you and they die really fast!

Your MODUS is set to TREASURE MAP. You're not exactly the best at map reading but your OUTRIGHT REFUSE to have your modus set to anything LESS PIRATEY.

You're 7 and a half sweeps old.

On long journeys out at sea you spend a lot of time ON TROLLIAN. Your tag is alluvionScavenger and you tend to work in your RIDICULOUS speechch impediment into your quirk!!!!!!!!!!!! oux

*Not that it would actually do much considering you're a seadweller and all that.

**The Next Decade** · 11-15-2011, 08:54 AM

((I'm not abaddoned the request about character without any powers, I just want to share all my Adventure characters))
>Be the Phelep.
Ahem...
>Be the Hadiro.
Forgot me...
>Be the double guy.
OK, that's better!
OK, that's better!

You're PHELEP\HADIRO SENAIR, you are 7 Solar Sweeps old, and you have... A little strange mutation. You have two souls in you, and also two blood colours, GREEN and BLUE, which are flowing through different channels, and through two different hearts, so they won't mix. You have no Lusus, because of your mutation they just ignored you.

Your mutation grants you one interesting thing, Phelep controlls right side of your body, when Hadiro controls left side. If someone thinks, that talking with these abilities very hard - then he isn't right!

You both can talk with people in very strange way - without using your mouth. You really don't know from where sound is coming, but it also grants you one fun thing - your eyes blink when one of your yours talks. When Phelep talks, the right eye starts blinking. When Hadiro talks - left one. There is nothing more interesting in your physical options, your mutation didn't gave you any super powers.

Your trolltag is doubleExtremal And you have two accounts with this name, so both of you could talk with their own blood cilour. Your typing quirk Isn't really a quirk, only changing W's to VV's and liking to troll people in memes, so you both could troll someone using both accounts. It looks like that:
Testlog

Because of your duality, you can have two weapon kinds and two syllandex decks. Phelep has a PISTOLKIND, and Hadiro have RODKIND. Both of you have Pong Deck.

Phelep easily found a language with Hadiro, so you don't walk like drunk, you have very good coordination. But if one of you will fall asleep, you couldn't walk without any help. So, you both trained to not sleeping long time. But when you both sleep, nothing and noone can woke you up.

Maybe it will be very interesting, if you had RED and PURPLE blood, not GREEN and BLUE. But after this, both of you don't bother with their blood color.

Small ver.

Other sprites:

**Doliolida** · 11-15-2011, 05:20 PM

>Be the trichophilic recluse.
[COLOR="rgb(62, 105, 214)"]weǁǁ thankz a ǁot for introdu☾ing me, i guezz[/COLOR]

Your name is VIBORA MEDHAS. You are currently 7 ½ SOLAR SWEEPS old. You hobbies revolve around HAIR, preferably LONG AND BLACK. You have never met anyone with such luscious hair as yours, but that’s probably because you have never met anyone in real life at all.

When you’re not busy taking care of your beautiful locks, you like to STAY ON THE INTERNET ALL DAY AND SCULPT THINGS OUT OF CLAY. You also love to SING, but the acoustics in your cave are not so great. Your lusus is a MOON SNAKE, and you get along with her pretty well, except for when she tells you to cut your hair. You have ROYAL BLUE BLOOD (#3E69D6) but you don’t really care about hemospectrum shenanigans, for your contact with other trolls is very limited.

You have a HIVE, but you don’t even remember where it is located, as you have lived in a ridiculously tiny cave since you were 4 sweeps old. That is due to the fact that you STRANGLED YOUR MOIRAIL TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN HAIR at that time, but you DON’T REALLY ENJOY TALKING ABOUT IT. To avoid any more unfortunate misunderstandings, you and your lusus live merrily in this secluded cave. You don’t think of it all as bad, though, and you find your life to be ADEQUATELY COMFORTABLE AND SOMEWHAT LIVELY. To you, people are really nice on the internet, and you enjoy talking to anyone who comes up without any MURDEROUS INTENT.

Your trolltag is [COLOR="rgb(62, 105, 214)"]anagenicTelogen[/COLOR] and [COLOR="rgb(62, 105, 214)"]dezpite your zlight lizp[/COLOR], you type in a [COLOR="rgb(62, 105, 214)"]mozt‖y normal and zomewhat non☾halant way, i guezz[/COLOR]

**Overlard** · 11-15-2011, 06:11 PM

> Be the guy who is obviously compensating for something

[|||||] Okay lOOk, if yOu say that abOut me One mOre time I am gOing tO get in my vehicle and run yOu dOwn until yOur blOOd is One with the pavement. D=

> .....Be the adventurous smuggler

[||||||] Geez, was that sO blasted hard yOu asshOle? D=

Sprites by prussianmoose!

Your name is MARNIN LENELO and your TRUCK is your PAINTBRUSH. What does that even mean? We'll learn soon. As of now, you are of EIGHT SWEEPS. Your blood is rather LOW, being of the BROWN (#7f3700) CASTE. You don't really care about the blood in you though. The hemospectrum is usually the furthest thing from your think pan.

Now, about that MASSIVE EIGHTEEN WHEELED MACHINE spoken of earlier. You are actually a SMUGGLER of sorts. You have CONNECTIONS to various UNDERGROUND MARKETS and are usually asked to RUN SUPPLIES to places where they're BANNED. To some HIGH BLOODS, this probably makes you an ANARCHIST or something! But they'd be WRONG. You do it for the MONEY and the FUN, not because of any SILLY CAUSE behind the SUPPLIES. Your TRUCK is the perhaps one the MOST DEADLY THINGS on the ROAD. Or whatever passes for roads on ALTERNIA, anyway. It's basically a giant TANK on EIGHTEEN WHEELS, able to plow THROUGH any ROADBLOCKS set up in your WAY. You frequently change the PAINT JOB on it to keep some of the HEAT off, though whether it actually HELPS remains to be seen. SOMETIMES you refer to it as a giant PAINTBRUSH given how SOMETIMES you run over ANIMALS and their blood gets ALL OVER IT. The occasional TROLL also manages to get in the way as well, and you're starting to WONDER if there might be any repercussions for not having some kind of TRUCK SPECIBUS when you kill things. You incidentally lack any and ALL sorts of POWERS. You're just fine with that though, since you doubt there's actually any kind of power out there that could help with DRIVING.

You also have a few other INTERESTS besides SMUGGLING. You like to collect TRUCK PARTS to ADMIRE and possibly UPGRADE your truck with. Louder HORNS, tougher TIRES, a faster ENGINE, it's all good! You also enjoy RACING, though it's RARE to find any other TRUCK RACERS in your area, it's always a blast when you do! Of course, you sometimes ACCIDENTALLY KILL the other RACERS by knocking their TRUCKS off the ROAD. Then again, this IS Alternia, where at least it DOESN'T MATTER MUCH. CONVOYS of other TRUCKS, incidentally, are something you LOVE to hear about! It sounds AWESOME to be in a group of LIKE MINDED TRUCKERS. They don't have to be SMUGGLERS like you, though it would totally HELP! FINALLY, you also love to FLIRT.....WITH DANGER. Not actually FLIRT with TROLLS, god NO! You're a DAREDEVIL, always willing to possibly CAREEN your truck off the NEAREST CLIFF just to get that order in ON TIME. Other trolls would call this INSANITY, you prefer the term FUN-LOVING! But if there's ONE THING you want above all others, it's to PROVE YOURSELF the FASTEST, TOUGHEST THING ON EIGHTEEN WHEELS and possibly join the elite corps of DECONTRUCKSTERS, a team of FEROCIOUS HEAVY VEHICLE DRIVING TROLLS in the Alternian MILITARY. Now those guys get the COOLEST GEAR!

With others you tend to be rather EXCITED and PERSONAL. You're not a weirdo, as some others may claim! You just love to have a good time and tend to extend that with everyone you meet. Though you tend to not offer any smuggling services to high bloods. They have a high tendency of being pissed when they hear about it. But you DO like to mention your truck! A lot. Though this also leads to people making COMPENSATION JOKES. You really, really, really, really, really HATE THOSE JOKES. Whenever you inevitably hear one you promptly launch into a near irreversible GROUCH MODE for a long time.

Your LUSUS is a RHINO. That's it, PLAIN and SIMPLE. Much like your truck, he can plow through DAMN NEAR ANYTHING. He was always rather FEARSOME and tended to enjoy CHARGING at things. One NIGHT you had noticed that LARGE TRUCKS seemed to follow a SIMILAR STRATEGY. In an EFFORT to be more like what your lusus EXPECTS of you, you quietly stole into a YELLOW BLOOD'S TRUCK DEPOT. Then you promptly HIJACKED the biggest TRUCK you could find and DROVE right through the GATE. The YELLOW BLOOD was PISSED, but you haven't seen him since. Possibly because he only stood there and SHOOK HIS FIST at you while EXCLAIMING SOMETHING ABOUT ROTTEN WIGGLERS. You figure he might have been a little STUPID. Your LUSUS APPROVED of this style of transportation IMMEDIATELY. This was shown by him NOT trying to CHARGE RIGHT AT YOU for once. NOW he sometimes RUNS alongside your TRUCK, helping knock AWAY things trying to STOP you!

Your HIVE is located in the OUTSKIRTS of a CITY. There aren't many NEIGHBORS around you, but you're FINE with that. You had to slowly SAVE UP from your smuggling runs to build a special GARAGE for your TRUCK. WITHIN it, you can apply FRESH PAINTJOBS or call on a MECHANIC to help UPGRADE your truck. Other than that, it's a fairly NORMAL LOOKING hive, though the HUGE GARAGE is probably a dead giveaway as to what type of TRANSPORTATION you use.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS, instead of being truckKind, is actually pipeKind. It's very BASIC, but it SUITS YOU. After all, some would say a trademark weapon for SMUGGLERS is something like a PIPE. You yourself prefer to use a LEAD PIPE, though you suppose you could also count FANCY SMOKING PIPES as weapons. Not that you'd actually use those things, since they'd be USELESS.

Your FETCH MODUS is BARRICADE. To remove something from a CARD, you have to BREAK DOWN a small barricade the card puts up in FRONT of you. You've actually USED THIS as a DEFENSIVE TACTIC sometimes. Put something useless in there, then try to TAKE IT OUT. Suddenly whoever is in FRONT of YOU is blocked by a moderately strong BARRICADE. However, at all other times it's a huge PAIN to use.

If for some STUPID REASON someone got you to play a GAME, you'd be the PAGE of MIND in the LAND of CONCRETE and SIRENS. And no, you would have NO IDEA why you'd have anything to DO with MINDS.

Sometimes you turn on trollian while driving, so your trolltag is "deviousDriver" and you type like "[||||] YOu're always driving On the rOad. D="

TL;DR

**EnigmaticD** · 11-15-2011, 09:20 PM

>Be the extremely paranoid highblood, who is concerned about his unconventional skin condition and is probably about to nurse a sopor addiction.
I'm sorry were you judging me because you are not allowed to judge me at all you piece of
>Look, just let me introduce you. No need to spaz everywhere.
Fine

Your name is EINSAM CUADRA, and you are a single bad day from flipping the fuck out.

The reason why you are about to flip the fuck out is because you have lived your whole life as a MUTANT. No, you don’t have any CANDY BLOOD, that would be stupid. Instead, you are afflicted with something that would probably get you culled the second you step onto a recruitment ship. The main bulk of your concerns is your very thin SKIN, which is thin to the point of being translucent, which also affects your eyes, making you look like an ALBINO. This basically means that you bleed EASILY, and also that you have EXTREMELY LOW TOLERANCE for moonlight or sunlight, to the point where you have to spread a shit ton of MOONBLOCK on yourself. Because of this, you can be seen as having a very significant deleterious mutation, and thus, IMMEDIATELY CULLED. You wear MAKEUP almost constantly, since if anyone saw your actual skin color they would probably RAT YOU OUT in a heartbeat. The only reason why you were not culled right before leaving your caverns is because, since PRETTY MUCH ALL WRIGGLERS have a comparable condition, neither you nor your lusus found it out until you were out of the caverns.

Because of your constant, soul-crushing PARANOIA, you have a hard time talking to people, especially since your LUSUS, a GIANT SERPENT, abandoned you at the age of three, right after telling you that if anybody finds out your identity, you are PRETTY MUCH DEAD. Before he abandoned you, however, he taught you everything you needed to survive on your own: HUNTING, HIDING, and NOT DYING were your three biggest lessons, and you feel confident that you have learned all three successfully. Your lusus was hard on you, but you DON’T HATE HIM for it. He helped you stand on your own, he helped you to become STRONG enough and CUNNING enough to survive to SIX sweeps so far, and he only taught you for THREE. You still look to the horizon, though, and wonder if he’s out there somewhere, ready to come back the day before your ninth wriggling day and take you to a place where the drones won’t reach, where you and him can live as the SOLITARY NOCTURNAL PREDATORS you are. You are resigned, however, to the fact that that will probably NOT HAPPEN.

Instead of using your considerable resources to build a hive, you instead bought a bunch of DESERT LAND, and instead of building a permanent hive, put a bunch of CRAPPY SHACKS on it, and paid people to dig a bunch of tunnels under it for your RESPITE CHAMBER, before immediately killing them by collapsing one of the tunnels on them, to make sure there are NO WITNESSES. You get to and from civilization on your trusty MOTORIZED TWO-WHEEL DEVICE, and always sleep in a different shack every day. You also drink small amounts of SOPOR, so that you aren’t a nervous wreck every second of the day. When you’re not CROUCHED IN A CORNER OF YOUR SHACK, alternately CHATTING ON TROLLIAN or FRANTICALLY SOBBING, you are usually HUNTING, with your main strategy being SHOOTING THINGS with your MUSKET, and tracking them until they BLEED TO DEATH.

The reason why you sob frantically is due to SMALL BOUTS of EXISTENTIAL TERROR that plague you a good deal of the time. Usually, you can deal with the fact that you COULD DIE AT ANY MOMENT and that, more likely that not, you will NOT BE MISSED, by upping your doses of SOPOR, but when that doesn’t help, you simply wait it out. They simply happen once every few nights. They’ve been happening a bit more often with each sweep. Recently, you’ve also been having RECURRING NIGHTMARES which involve SPILLED BUCKETS and ARMIES OF DRONES CRUSHING YOU UNDERFOOT. You’re not aware of the significance of these nightmares, but they are PERSISTENT, to the point where almost no amount of drugs will get rid of them, and you can’t exactly call people in to help you.

Because of your SELF-IMPOSED ISOLATION, and the fact that your lusus only told you enough for you to survive on your own, you are pretty much SOCIALLY STUNTED, and you have an extremely hard time making friends. The few friends that you do have, however, you care about a GREAT DEAL. You are still EXTREMELY WARY of telling them anything personal, but for you, that’s just COMMON SENSE. You are VERY UPSET, however, since the fact that you are getting ever closer to being an adult means that you will have to leave behind ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS, as well as the rest of society, by your eighth wriggling day, so that they don’t potentially say too much and end up leading the drones to one of your many doorsteps. You find it extremely difficult to balance your needs for SECURITY with your needs for COMPANIONSHIP.

Funnily enough, you actually care about the hemospectrum a great deal, even though being a highblood will do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to keep you from being culled. The hemospectrum gives you a very, very small advantage, in the very eventual outcome that you are being hunted down. Since you have decided to be anonymous-blooded, you will be DISCOUNTED as a LOWBLOOD, giving you a somewhat higher chance of being able to hide successfully. Of course, “somewhat higher” means LESS THAN 1% HIGHER, but you feel some measure of solidarity from that lousy bump to the odds. Being seen as a lowblood also makes you LESS PROMINENT, and therefore, LESS LIKELY TO BE FOUGHT AGAINST, further keeping you from being caught up in a fight which could end up maiming/killing you.

You are also KIND OF OBSESSED about NOT DYING, if you haven’t noticed by the references to survival being rampant, to the point where you hide your own blood color in order to seem LESS VALUABLE to any would-be search parties, pay for everything in physical currency to LIMIT TRACES, don’t carry any identification, and in general, act so withdrawn you end up STANDING OUT, defeating the purpose of acting withdrawn. You also plan out PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING, to the point where you have several different methods of waking up, driving to the city, administering sopor to yourself, and other things, based on thousands of factors that both you, and absolutely no one else, DON’T EVEN PRETEND TO UNDERSTAND. You also have a sinking feeling that, no matter how hard you plan your life, you will, eventually, be found, and you will, eventually, be eliminated.

Your trolltag is regularParallel, and You type in a very quick tone which is fine for short sentences but just ends up being a mess in any of the longer ones and when you get upset or nervous itjustkindofblendstogetherandmakesthewholethingpre ttymuchunreadable

TL;DR:

**DarkParable** · 11-16-2011, 01:09 AM

Your name is SENTIN CERVEK, and you HAVE A RATHER SHORT TEMPER.

More often than not you find that your RAGE gets the best of you, which tends to lead to CONFRONTATIONS. Which, in turn, ends up getting you in a LOT OF TROUBLE with those of HIGHER CASTE than you. Given your blood color, it's no surprise that the category of higherblood includes JUST ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE. Being at the very BOTTOM OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM, you've learned the hard way that nobody else really gives a shit about you, and this has led to your utter CONTEMPT for the rest of trollkind outside the REDBLOODED caste. Yellows, blues, greens and oranges are only but a few of the targets for your UNBRIDLED HATRED.

Enough about your EMOTIONAL ISSUES for now, though. God you could write entire novels about how much you hate things, so probably best to move on. Despite your dim outlook on life, you do maintain several INTERESTS. You enjoy collecting SHINY or LUMINOUS OBJECTS, hoarding them in your sylladex. In addition to hoarding stuff you also like to SPAR with other trolls, despite that burning hatred in your head. It's almost cathartic when you beat another troll down, relentless with your fists in combat. At the same time you also partake in your other interest, which is verbally BURNING THE EVER-LOVING SHIT out of your opponents. Whenever you get the chance, your quick tongue delivers DELIRIOUS GRUBNASTY BURNS. You are proud of being able to think of sweet verbal assaults on the spot. Most of what you know comes from the ACTION MOVIES you love to watch, and you're pretty sure that every copy you own has been seen through at the very least 50 times.

Fighting is made easier by your PSYCHIC ABILITIES, both COMMUNING WITH THE DEAD as well as being able to PINPOINT STRUCTURAL WEAKNESSES. Talking with the LONG-DEAD is just like you would expect, but most of the time all they do is babble on about DEATH and other BORING SHIT. As for discovering structural weaknesses, you've found it handy for one-hit KO'ing trolls that otherwise might have kicked your ass soundly. A weak knee here, soft bone there, anything that may give you an advantage you can locate and exploit, making it rather easy for you to also BREAK INTO BUILDINGS since you can simply break down the weaker walls and stroll in. God you love your powers.

TL;DR
Name: Sentin Cervek [sehnt-ehn, sur-vehk]
Trolltag: corruptTessellation
Lusus: magpie, Speliousk
Blood: deep red, #910909
Hive: rundown shack in the middle of a forest
Strife Specibus: fistKind
Fetch Modus: Concentration Modus; to retrieve an item, the user must focus on that item only for a range of 1-5 seconds
Land: Land of Fire and Stone
Title: Lord of Space
Quirk: replaces all instances of the letter O with letter C, drops the G from words ending in -ing

Your name is SIREIA VAUCOM, and you have a literal HEAD FOR COMMUNICATIONS.

After a seemingly normal spawning, surviving the trial caverns, and being picked up by your lovely and oh-so-awesome lusus, sweeps went by with no CLEAR SIGNS of any sort of PSYCHIC ABILITY. You were SLIGHTLY DISAPPOINTED, but never saw it as too much of an issue; if you didn't have powers you didn't have powers, and you were OKAY WITH THAT.

At least until the day you nearly FRIED YOUR THINKPAN after walking by a communications center, MILLIONS of BROADCAST SIGNALS intercepted and pumped directly into your head. From that night onwards (and after being afraid to leave your hive for a sweep), your powers MANIFESTED, you apparently being a LATE BLOOMER in that regard. You can INTERCEPT and LISTEN IN on any sort of BROADCAST SIGNAL, so long as you are within range of it and it involves VOICE, TEXT, or IMAGES. A side effect of this is if, or when, you want to listen in to a conversation, your hand automatically TRANSCRIBES the whole thing, and if images are involved you can draw them NEAR-PERFECTLY. Only when you use your powers, at any rate; whenever you attempt to draw on your own the result tends to be... sorta awful.

As for your INTERESTS, being on par with your ability, all of them are related to RADIOS, BROADCASTING, and general things to do with WIRELESS TECHNOLOGIES. One huge part of your hive is dedicated to RADIO EQUIPMENT and a HAM RADIO STATION, not to mention the powerful wireless network you use to TAP INTO CONVERSATIONS from around the planet. The fact that your hive used to be an old BROADCASTING STATION helps as well. Unfortunately your mousemom tends to get into wiring, and so you've lately had to pick up ELECTRICAL REPAIR as a skill in order to keep all your stuff up and running. You also like to RUN a lot, and in your line of work you always have AN AWFUL LOT OF RUNNING TO DO. Your WHEELIE-HEELED SHOES also aid in quickly getting place to place, and the ATHLETIC GRACE you have makes you a prime choice in your self-appointed job: TAPPING INTO PRIVATE CONVERSATION.

Occasionally you'll be EMPLOYED by trolls from various castes to do a bit of SPY WORK; your natural abilities allow you to be COVERT and UNDETECTED, and your small build allows for an easier time squeezing through tight spots and getting into places otherwise INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to. This brings in quite a lot of extra caegars for your wallet, which otherwise is pretty bare given your allotted amount due to your LOW BLOOD COLOR. Still, it's a living, and you're the BEST AT WHAT YOU DO.

TL;DR
Name: Sireia Vaucom [suh-ray-uh, vow-cahm]
Trolltag: echoingInterloper
Lusus: common mouse, Kaelah
Blood: dulled orange-brown, #D98719
Hive: lives in the middle of a field, former radio station
Strife Specibus: antennaeKind
Fetch Modus: Introduction Modus; to retrieve an item, an announcement must be made to 'hype' the item up before it is released
Land: Land of Mountains and Mist
Title: Rogue of Mind
Quirk: (((enclosed in sound w-waves, w-words- starting w-with 'w' stuttered)))

Your name is CERRIC VENTEK, and you JUST WANT TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN.

Okay, maybe not literally, but figuratively you would like to see that happen, yes. Ever since you were old enough to pick up a SCREWDRIVER, you've been REVERSE-ENGINEERING and DISASSEMBLING every piece of technology you could get your hands on, from simple ALARM CLOCKS to military-grade ANDROIDS (though the less said about how exactly you were able to do that, the better). Your lusus wasn't that happy about his space being invaded once you really started to get into MACHINERY and ROBOTICS; his room was conveniently located next to your respiteblock, so you moved all your PROJECTS there for more space. Before you knew it, your entire HIVE was a mess of WIRES, half-built ROBOTS, tanks of SUSPENSION GEL and maybe a few touchy AI CONSTRUCTS.

Anyhow, back to your ideals. You aren't a big fan of LIVE and LET LIVE; no, you'd much rather DISMEMBER and BRUTALLY SAVAGE every single troll on the face of Alternia you were to deem a waste of resources (and maybe use their BODIES and BRAINS in EXPERIMENTS). The more that you think about how much you loathe other people, the DEEPER you sink INTO THE CLUTCHES OF WORK. Before you might have taken a few breaks, but over the sweeps you started to pour all of your time into BUILDING and TESTING, soon not even leaving the room and simply PASSING OUT on the FLOOR where you sat. The mere THOUGHT of putting on a happy face and DEMEANING YOURSELF with SOCIAL CONTACT makes a deep, buried part of your troll psychology breathe to life with burning HATRED AND RAGE for those simpletons who go about their day bringing no real PURPOSE to ANYTHING THEY DO.

Your own personal HEALTH isn't exactly a priority. When you find yourself at a LACK OF TEST SUBJECTS (both willing and unwilling), your prototypes more often that not are TURNED ON YOURSELF. In your mind, SCIENCE takes priority above all else, even if it means a million deaths before you can PERFECT YOUR WORK. So many countless trolls have been LURED or otherwise "COERCED" to your hive over the sweeps, and you sometimes kick back and RELIVE those moments when they realized far too late what they had gotten themselves into; your little EXPERIMENTS tend to end in DEATH far more often than not. You enjoy EVERY MOMENT.

TL;DR
Name: Cerric Ventek [sair-ick, vehn-tech]
Trolltag: neutralizedBiotech
Lusus: hyena, Stratford
Blood: light green, #008800
Hive: high-security mountainside vaulthive
Strife Specibus: needleKind
Fetch Modus: Fluid Modus; to retrieve an item, some type of fluid must be smeared on a card
Land: Land of Steel and Ice
Title: Knight of Breath
Quirk: capitalizes all instances of the letter N

Your name is LAROUC JALTON, and you have QUITE A PROBLEM WITH SELF-CONTROL.

Not in the more practical terms of the word problem, though. These are more problems of the kind brought on by your INTERESTS. You absolutely love films. Not the normal kind of loving films, wherein you watch them, enjoy them, and then perhaps cycle through a few of your favorites from time to time. No, you are OBSESSED WITH FILM and anything that is FILM-RELATED. Old celluloid reels are stacked in your hive higher than you, and there is so much film equipment littering every room (even your ablutionblock!) that most of the time you're hard-pressed to actually not step on anything. You also love to SHOOT YOUR OWN HOME MOVIES. There is always an old FILM CAMERA, old fashioned REEL CAMERA, and plenty of BLANK REELS in your sylladex. Anything and anyone that is around when your little obsession strikes becomes the centerpiece of your latest "epic", and more often than not your stars end up doing some rather ridiculous stunts, most of which end up being sort of FATAL. Alas, the life of a star is yet still mortal…

But forget about all that! You have more film to shoot and a galaxy of prospective stars! Well, that camera looks expensive though. How did you even get it? Oh right, by winning it in a high-stakes game of Fiduspawn breeding. That was quite a competition you had with that tealblood! Why that ridiculous troll even had this rare, ONE-OF-A-KIND VINTAGE FILM RECORDER is beyond you, but you do know that ever since then there's been no end to your thirst for the cinema! Again, you can't overstate just how much you LOVE THE GODDAMNED FILM. Every single movie that has even been released, from the very first tests of celluloid to the modern digital downloads, you have it all. All of the movies, catalogued using your own system, every last film known to trollkind (save maybe a few others which you LUST FOR SO BADLY) within the confines of your hive. Forever yours. You get a tingle down your spine just thinking of all the reels you have, not to mention the prospect of movies that are yet to come.

How can you AFFORD all this? How did you even get these super-rare, collector's item, ultra-priceless films when they're… well, when they're just as you described? This is thanks to your other interest/problem. You are a very, very bad HABITUAL and IMPULSIVE GAMBLER. No matter the challenge, whatever is posed before you is irresistible to accept. As long as the stakes are high and the prize is something amazing, you can't stop yourself from BETTING IT ALL. Sure, you've lost plenty of things (you'd never bet your precious films, though), but you've also gained SO MUCH. Nearly all the rarer reels are from competitions, though occasionally when your challenger happens to… pass away in the course of a bet, you help yourself to their now owner-less stuff. The thrill, though, the pure THRILL of any sort of dangerous bet is enough to make you blurt out a "yes", no matter what. Hell, you once bet your own life on a game of strip poker. Won that shit too, came away with a brand-new husktop. There is simply NO CHALLENGE TOO RISKY that you will face. Ever. Period.

TL;DR
Name: Larouc Jalton [lah-rahk jahl-tuhn]
Trolltag: innateCompulsion
Lusus: tabby cat, Socks
Blood: dark green, #005500
Hive: penthouse on the Las Trollgas Strip
Strife Specibus: revolverKind
Fetch Modus: Dock Modus - can select and rearrange sylladex at will; retrieving items takes time, up to 15 seconds
Land: Land of Lamps and Fog
Title: Capo of Time
Quirk: capitalizes Ds and Ps, also constantly is [recorDing everything that haPPens]

Your name is CANNEL ALLUVI, and you're CONTENTED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE IN LIFE SO FAR.

Your life is slightly fuzzy the farther back you try to remember, but as far as you know, your entire existence has been underground, save for a few trips you make to the surface to scavenge things. Those are your interests; the TOPSIDE, as you call it, and SCAVENGING SPARE PARTS for your own amusement as well as for repairs to your sorely outdated and overworked technology. By which you mean your ANCIENT HUSKTOP and ANCIENT PDA, both several generations behind the current level of tech most abovegrounders enjoy. For god sakes, the husktop still requires you to CHARGE A BATTERY in order to use it, and the PDA has a difficult time running an older iteration of Trollian!

Still, these are only creature comforts, your true love being the EARTH AND ROCK beneath your feet and between your toes. Your other interest is EXCAVATION and TUNNELING, both an interest and your means of SURVIVAL, seeing as you live several kilometers below the topsoil. Living would be as close an approximation as one could get, at any rate; while you spend your time underneath the earth, you don't have a specific HIVE you settle down in. Having created a MASSIVE NETWORK OF TUNNELS, you move about undetected and unhindered, sleeping when you feel like it and spending your time digging more tunnels so you can explore new places.

As mentioned before, you do occasionally sojourn TOPSIDE, wandering into cities and towns to see what good things you can find. Unfortunately for you, looking and dressing like a homeless beggar (having no SHOES doesn't help either) tends to get you rather FORCIBLY REMOVED from most establishments and beaten on by other trolls who see you as WEAK and PITIFUL. Most of that comes from the fact that you are BLIND, and therefore cannot tell blood castes apart, save for seadwellers with their facial fins, and this tends to get you in a spot when you treat everyone with INDIFFERENCE even if they are several stations above you in the hemospectrum. It's not so much that you don't care, it's more along the lines of you can't tell trolls apart unless they tell you their caste straightforward.

So, you take well to staying underground and are contented with EATING whatever indigenous INSECTS or SMALL BEASTS that happen to come your way while you tunnel. In addition to that, you lug along with your trusty PICKAXE, strife deck set to pickaxeKind. It's a rather useful weapon and it doubles as a tool, which in your books is a great thing! The rest of your stuff is stored in your Stacked Slot Modus, things being able to STACK on top of similar items but can only be retrieved by pulling out the WHOLE STACK OF ITEMS. It's a bit of an inconvenience, especially since you often pick the WRONG STACK and end up with a huge pile of SHIT YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO GET OUT. Being blind, to put it mildly, sucks.

Still, you somehow managed to overcome that obstacle, thinkpan compensating for visual deficiencies by mutating to allow you sight via ECHOLOCATION. NOISES or VIBRATION allow you to paint a mental picture of an area or space, and your other senses got a nice little BOOST as well. Being blind, you guess, sometimes isn't ALL THAT BAD FOR YOU. It also gives you an edge in those situations where you're forced to STRIFE with another troll; as long as they make noise, you can take them down PRETTY HANDILY, your whippet-thin body and toned limbs giving you the advantage of SPEED and AGILTY.

TL;DR
Name: Cannel Alluvi [cuh-nehl, all-oo-vee]
Trolltag: coreMiner
Lusus: M.I.A.
Blood: light blue/dulled teal, #285DAF
Hive: lives in a series of tunnel networks
Strife Specibus: pickaxeKind
Fetch Modus: Stacked Slot Modus; similar items can be stacked for space, but a whole stack has to be removed to retrieve even one item from within that stack
Land: Land of Chasms and Towers
Title: Page of Sound
Quirk: uses = instead of e, ends sentences with an ASCII pickaxe ---)

Your name is XEIDIA CHYZAI, and you know EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET YOU.

As your blood dictates, you rest near the very top of the metaphorical Alternian food chain. Since your days as nothing but a WIGGLER, your lusus instilled in you the basic rules of your royalblooded caste. It's KILL or BE KILLED, and any proper seadweller would meet the challenge HEAD-ON in order to be able to just simply SURVIVE the constant waves of ASSASSINS. Like the quite proper near-heir you are, of course you did what you thought was the BEST COURSE OF ACTION: YOU RAN. Very far and very deep down, as a matter of fact. Despite your lusus hammering the royal edicts into your thinkpan, and the OVERWHELMING PRESSURE to be the strongest in order to be selected for being the next-in-line for the Alternian throne, the thoughts of having to face the CONDESCE HERSELF as well as every seadweller who aims to be in YOUR POSITION. So you fled to what you refer to as THE BIG EMPTY, the DEEPEST and DARKEST crevasse in your sector of the oceans. Your paranoia, a natural development due to the attempts on your life, has grown to consume your WAKING THOUGHTS, and now you refuse to leave your hive; everything that requires leaving is DELEGATED to your lusus, and you prefer things to be that way.

Being COOPED UP as you are, entertainment is paramount to you not going DEEPER into the deep-end, so you've picked up a few INTERESTS over the sweeps during your self-imposed exile from the rest of society. Having successfully hidden yourself away from potential murderers, you quickly set out and established a connection to the GRUBNET. You stumbled across a site dedicated to nothing but ORCHESTRATED MUSIC. Quickly you fell in love with the beautiful SYMPHONIES and wonderful MELODIES, and now have something of a huge fondness for any sort of classical piece. You feel as if you could just sit in your respiteblock forever and lose yourself in those HAUNTING REFRAINS. In addition to your love of orchestrations, you've picked up the more active hobby of having your lusus CATCH FISH, which you then STUDY and WRITE ABOUT. So far you've catalogued over 100 different species of cuttlefish, rainbow fish, squids, whales, anglerfish... the list goes on and on. You could probably bore even a LEGISLACERATOR with all the tedious detail and paperwork you have on each individual catch you've made.

You are a STAUNCH FOLLOWER of the hemospectrum, as most of those in your caste are, and as such you believe that ANYONE who doesn't follow the glorious caste system is HEATHEN and an IDIOT, both which you find grounds for a SWIFT and BRUTAL culling. Since your great fear of leaving home prevents you from actually going out to enforce the GLORY of the spectrum, it doesn't stop you from SPARRING with your lusus or your test dummies. As far as proficiency with your ANCESTRAL BLADE, you believe yourself to be well-versed in sword fighting, enough to be able to take down any opponent. Sadly, what you consider great swordsmanship is ACTUALLY TERRIBLE; learning through the grubnet isn't exactly the BEST way to learn how to wield a SHARP, LETHAL weapon as it turns out.

TL;DR
Name: Xeidia Chyzai [say-dee-uh, chee-say]
Trolltag: monomanicSuperiority
Lusus: water scorpion, Lady Venombite
Blood: rich purple-pink, #B7007B
Hive: lives in a castle at the bottom of a massive crevasse, also known as The Big Empty
Strife Specibus: bladeKind
Fetch Modus: Charge Modus; every card has a limited power charge, when the card runs out of energy it needs to be plugged into a power source before an item can be retrieved
Land: Land of Water and Night
Title: Maid of Void
Quirk: -you emphasIze your speech to let blood InferIors know your place on the hemospectrum-

**-V-** · 11-16-2011, 02:15 PM

Your name is MONNDE ATAQUE and YOU ARE ALWAYS WATCHING.

But everyone calls you 'Moo'. You don't mind at all! Moo is a nice nickname. You have a variety of INTERESTS, none of them bordering on an OBSESSION at all nope. You have something of a passion for cooking and baking, having not yet SET ANYTHING ON FIRE you consider yourself very good! You also like to WALK AROUND and EXPLORE THE NEARBY TOWN your hive is near.

TL;DR
Name: Monnde Ataque
Trolltag: benignWatcher
Lusus: A large prowling caninebeast.
Blood: deeep blue 1D006E
Hive: Large tower hive built on top of some other not-destroyed abandoned hive. It's quite creepy inside!
Strife Specibus: Legkind
Fetch Modus: Observation, you must make an observation about something however minor for anything to come out. Sometimes though it coughs up whatever you didn't want at the time.
Land: ???
Title: ???
Quirk: -u- Despite yoour unassuming emoote, yoou are always watching peoople.

**guitarSoldier** · 11-16-2011, 05:55 PM

> Be the musical one.
Wellwell, lookslooks likelike aa mysteriousus strangerger withwith obviouslyly tootoo muchmuch timetime getsgets toto introduceduce meme, coolcool.

Your name is SPATHA HELIOS, and you are 8 sweeps of age, and have a tendency to BE FINE WITH MOST STUFF AND SNARK.

Your hive is a modest BUNKER under the ground underground. You found it one day when you were wandering. You entered it and guided your lusus, a SERPENTFIEND of HUGE size, carefully through it. Thankfully, despite its size, it does not EAT much. You might have STARVED long ago otherwise.

You have a singular INTEREST that rises above ALL ELSE. It is a fondness for MUSIC, though you are QUITE GOOD at it. It nonetheless has led you to find your PRESENT CALLING, which came through the discovery of a STRANGE INSTRUMENT that you now play, though you chose to do so for NO REASON.

Guiding you to this calling were the CALLS OF POTENTIAL AUDIENCES, which you have been able to hear since you were young. The calls have become more numerous as you FIRST TRUE CONCERT approaches. This POTENTIALLY AWESOME IDEA began after a DAYDREAM involving a CERTAIN KIND OF GAME, which was another of your interests once upon a time. It doesn't matter much anymore. It's not like you have the time to PLAY it again.

This daydream resulted in a series of SHENANIGANS, which resulted in you being DEVOID of your MUSICAL DEVICE and IN POSSESSION of your current one. On the shoulders of your DREAMS, you have WORKED UP A DEGREE OF COURAGE and convinced YOURSELF to play THIS STRANGE THING and a RANDOM BYSTANDER to listen as you played a MAD HURDY-GURDY SOLO. And by convinced, you suppose you mean tricked.

The local voiced its DISTATEFUL OPINION in a way that was NOT TERRIBLY ELEGANT. You responded in an ELEGANT FASION with a taste of your PAX CALIGULA, which you keep in you GLADIUSKIND SPECIBUS at all times so it is always AVAILABLE. The bystander is currently writing RAVE REVIEWS of your WICKED TUNES due to being UTTERLY CONVINCED by the persuasive power of the PAX CALIGULA. You hope that your MUSIC PROWESS will be able to get those of higher bloods to LOOK PAST your lowblood status. If not, well, you're pretty CHILL with that.

Your trolltag is gracedStrings and there is generally a persistanttant echoo ofof thethe lastlast syllableble.

TL;DR
Name: Spatha Helios
Trolltag: gracedStrings
Lusus: A hulking, stalking serpentfiend
Blood: An somewhat lighter orange e05a13
Hive: A bunker-like hive, being under the ground that the underground hives are on. It's fairly snug
Strife Specibus: Gladiuskind
Fetch Modus: Melodic, Each object inserted has a certain melody assigned to it. This melody needs to be played in order to retrieve it.
Land: Land of Brass and Strings
Title: Bard of Breath
Quirk: AA persistanttant echoo ofof thethe lastlast syllableble.

(And yes, I know her face has spacing issues. Spriting, even with guides and bases = not my strong suit.)

**llamamiah** · 11-16-2011, 08:46 PM

>Be the orangeblood with deformed eyes.

Oh goddamm't rub 't 'n why dont you?

>Just do it.

Alright f'ne but 'm not happy about th's.

Your name is ZNIEKS OUKKOH.

Your LEFT EYE is MALFORMED, with the bottom part of your eye simply NOT BEING THERE, instead having your eye RECESS INTO ITSELF. Because of this MUTATION, you live in CONSTANT FEAR of being CULLED. Due to this, you spend MOST OF YOUR TIME LOCKED UP in your THREE-TOWERED HIVE.

You spend most of your time INDULGING YOUR INTERESTS, most of which came to be your INTERESTS so that you could HIDE FROM THE TERRORS OF TROLLKIND. That said, you GREATLY ENJOY SHOWS FOR WRIGGLERS, such as MY LITTLE HOOFBEAST; EDUARD, EDDARD, AND EDDIIE, FOSTUR'S HIVE FOR CULLED GHOST FRIENDS; CHOWDR; AVERAGE SHOW; and DEXTIR'S APOTHECARY. You also like to watch ROMANTIC MOVIES, in an attempt to FORGET the horrors of TROLL ROMANCE and the punishment for having NO QUADRANTS FILLED.

You also like to play GAMES SOMETIMES, mainly those of a PLATFORMING VARIETY. Another activity you FREQUENTLY ENGAGE IN is DIGGING AND BUILDING NEW BLOCKS FOR YOUR HIVE. You manage to do this with TOOLS TAKEN FROM THE HIVES OF CULLED TROLLS, which are numerous around you due to the NUMEROUS TROLLS TRYING TO HIDE FROM DRONES in your CLUSTER OF LAWNRINGS. You also TAKE THE MATERIALS THAT MAKE UP THEIR ABANDONED HIVES to ADD ONTO YOUR OWN. You know that you could be found at at ANY MOMENT, which adds to your MASSIVE PARANOIA.

You enjoy DELIVERY FOOD AND BEVERAGE, especially PIZZA and CHEESEBURGERS and CLUCKBEAST WINGS and POTATOES and PORKLOAF and CARBONATION-BASED FRUIT-FLAVORED BEVERAGES. It has been said that you have a BIT OF AN ADDICTION, but you DON'T GIVE A SHIT. You can't get food from the STORE because of your MUTATION, so you get it STRAIGHT TO YOUR HIVE.

Your LUSUS is an INCREDIBLY MINOR EMISSARY TO THE HORRORTERRORS named T'RIT'ENT'OCU'DEFO, a THREE-TENTACLED LANDSQUID WITH THE SAME EYES AS YOU. It is CONSTANTLY DEMANDING PASTRIES, but is QUITE NICE AS LONG AS HE'S FED.

Your FETCH MODUS is the DELIVERY MODUS, which allows you to retrieve ANY ITEM OR ITS CARD AT ANY TIME. The cards are stored in a LARGE PIZZA DELIVERY BOX with the TETROMINOES LOGO ON IT. Each card has a COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL RECIPE ON IT instead of a USELESS CODE.

Your STRIFE PORTFOLIO currently holds THREE ALLOCATED SPECIBI. To be SPECIFIC, they are FOODKIND, BEVERAGEKIND, and BOXKIND. You mainly use it for EASY STORAGE OF YOUR DELICIOUS DELIVERIES, which also allows you to BEAT DANGEROUS FAUNA WITH CLUCKBEAST WINGS. It's PRETTY AWESOME.

You have also gained VARIOUS PIECES OF TECHNOLOGY from your FAVORITE COMPANY: THE TETROMINOES COMPANY. They are a VAST FOOD AND TECHNOLOGY EMPIRE, and they are the ONLY COMPANY YOU GET DELIVERY FROM. Because of your INCREDIBLE CUSTOMERHOOD, they have given you VARIOUS GIFTS, including your MODUS. They have also given you the PROTOTYPE for the GRISTWIDGET 1024, which is COMPLETELY USELESS because you have NO CLUE WHAT BOONDOLLARS ARE. But you HOLD ONTO IT because IT WAS A GIFT, and THROWING OUT A GIFT would obviously LEAD TO MISFORTUNE. You have ALSO obtained the TTC DELIVERYMASTER 1024 STORAGE SOLUTION, a BOX that can turn into VARIOUS KINDS OF FOOD-STORAGE BOXES, with each one being able to HOLD DIFFERENT ITEMS. It's PRETTY BADASS. They also gave you a PROTOTYPE TETRABOARD COMPUTER BASE, which is basically a BIG GRID with a BUNCH OF SLOTS ON IT. To FILL THOSE SLOTS, you were given THREE SETS OF FIVE TETROMINAPPS, special BLOCKS that can be used on the board to activate APPLICATIONS.

On TROLLIAN, you go by the trollTag malformedTertiary, And you talk w'th a we'rd accent that 's a s'de effect of your mutant 's. 't really k'nda sucks.

If you were to ever play a game of SGRUB, you would become the KNIGHT OF TACTICS in the LAND OF TRINARY AND WAR. Your CONSORTS would be TEAL GECKOS THAT ARE CONSTANTLY GETTING INTO FIGHTS. Your DENIZEN would be ATHENA.

**Patrat** · 11-17-2011, 01:29 AM

Troll Profile:

Name and title: Sir Yin, Knight of Mind
Blood color: Grey. Yeah, grey, maybe a little green.
Trolltag: TubeTrucker2 and talks strictly in bold underlined, often grammatically incorrect, yet somewhat articulate use of phrasing
Bio: TubeTrucker and TubeTrucker1 were taken... so yeah, he prefers to just say things out loud.
A God tier'd troll of passive aggressiveness.
Knows that being a troll is inherently barbarous, yet is constantly tempted to be a complete dick regardless.
Is rather desperate for attention, and as such other Trolls often take advantage of his outgoing nature.
By dicking him over. He feels rather shafted out other cool god tier powers, possibly as a result of him being a smart-ass all the time, and now has to live with a power that is;

[Power: Understanding how (but not why) things think what they think.]
[Strife Specibus: Jokerkind]
[Fetch Modus: Wildcard Timing Modus]

He enjoys wandering around aimlessly, and talking about things that people don't readily understand. Often to himself.

**Mocona** · 11-17-2011, 07:22 AM

==> Be the stalker
Ii preefeer thee teerm...'priivaatee iinveestiigaatoor'~

Your name is ARGENT MOTIVO and you're a 6 sweep old who runs a 'private investigator' service. In other words, you're a PROFESSIONAL STALKER. You've been good at concealing your presence and general observation since you were a wriggler, so you decided to earn some extra BOONDOLLARS by making use of these skills. Your main clients are female trolls looking for information on their (unrequited) matesprits. This unfortunate fact occasionally prompts you to question WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE DOING WITH YOUR LIFE. You have avoided being CULLED countless times for invading other trolls' private lives, but you enjoy that sort of thrill.

Most times you're out of your office stalking someone. You stalk ANYONE and EVERYONE. Even HIGHBLOODS, the trolls which are the most likely to kill you. You just love your job that much. You know ALMOST EVERYTHING about your unfortunate victims.

Your blood color is greenish-yellow. More green than yellow, but not quite green enough to make it into the DEMI-BOURGEOIS class level. Personally, you're INFURIATED at this. Nobody ever knows how to act around you, though most of the time you're either DISCRIMINATED AGAINST for technically being a lowblood or MADE FUN OF for your unfortunate situation. Both of these annoy you, not that you ever show it. On rare occassions, you are actually shown some form of respect. You tend to react in an INCREDIBLY SILLY WAY to these incidents, reduced to stammering and general SHOCK AND AWE.

You live in a TINY OFFICE with your RATHER DOCILE FIREFLY LUSUS, but you spend most of your day outside, working. Good thing you enjoy your job. It gets stupidly difficult living comfortably sometimes with your RECUPERACOON taking up more than half of the office and your DESK taking up most of the other half.

Your interests are actually rather mainstream apart from the rather creepy STALKER TENDENCIES...not that you really have the time to indulge in these interests, most of the time. You have a fondness for MUSIC. ALL MUSIC. It helps you relax while waiting for a target to appear. However, creepily enough, you listen to recordings of your victims' voices more than actual music. You own a pair of RATHER BATTERED SILVER HEADPHONES which you sometimes make use of to eavesdrop on conversations by pretending that you're listening to music. Apart from that, you also have a fondness for TROLL LITERATURE, particularly those which involve EPIC ADVENTURES. This is mostly because you have a certain love for DANGER and WEIRD SITUATIONS THAT WILL NEVER OCCUR IN REAL LIFE. You read more files on your victims than actual books, though. And lastly, your diet is 90% composed of CANDY, CONFECTIONS and other SUGARY DELIGHTS. They're the only kinds of food which can satisfy your need for fast energy and alertness, considering how often you're on the move.

You are known for being INFINITELY EASYGOING and you ALMOST ALWAYS LOOK AND SOUND SLEEPY. Most assume that it's because you stay up late doing your job, but it's really just because you're actively trying to seem as unassuming as possible. It helps in blending in with the background when stalking someone. You have the capacity to ACT SERIOUS, but you rarely do so. And when you do, NOBODY TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY ANYWAY. You have the tendency to tease everyone you talk to RATHER FREQUENTLY, mostly because you want to see how they react. DANGER excites you, and you are QUITE THE THRILL SEEKER. This is partly why you're a PROFESSIONAL STALKER, as it's always risky to stalk trolls.

Strangely enough, you're not very CONFRONTATIONAL for a troll. You can fight using the pair of SILVER TONFA which are assigned to your TONFAKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS, but you're much better at RUNNING AWAY and DODGING NIGH EVERYTHING THAT TRIES TO HIT YOU. This is mostly because your physical strength KIND OF SUCKS and your ability to take hits SUCKS EVEN MORE. Your FETCH MODUS is the 'Thwack' modus, which requires you to hit the card containing your item IN MID-AIR. Just to look cool. You're not terribly good with this modus because of your merely average ACCURACY RATING.

Your troll tag is fireflySong and you type in such a way that 'you soound like yoouu'ree preetty sleeeepy~' You also have the tendency to sound like you never take anything seriously because of this quirk. This saddens you when it's pointed out.

**inexplicableSigns** · 11-17-2011, 02:52 PM

>Be the legendary samurai

Your name is Deviak Themos, and many view you as being cold and detached.

When it comes to interests, there isn't much you share with the outside world. You are fairly talented with computers, often acting as tech support for the other trolls in your Hivestem. You are also often seen practicing with a katana for hours on end. Rumors state that you are secretly a member of an ancient cult of assassins. You had a brief encounter of the caliginous kind with the seadweller in charge of your Hivestem. Your trolltag is classified information. Needless to say, you are something of a mystery to your neighbors.

There is a reason for that, of course. One of the conditions of your continued tech support is complete and utter privacy. You know all too well that a troll needs to be strong to survive, and you... aren't. Underneath the quiet and mysterious facade you are probably the derpiest, goofiest, clumsiest person ever to grace the face of Alternia. Your constant swordfighting is nothing more than playing around. In a real fight you would probably be killed in seconds. The mystery is probably the only thing keeping your hivemates from trying to kill you, at this point. You love old cheesy action movies, especially those involving ninjas or samurai. In fact, large portions of your mannerisms are copied wholesale from those movies.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

You use a Katana, attached to your bladeKind Strife Specibus. Your Fetch Modus is the "Network" modus, which assigns each card an address that must be accessed via computer to be retrieved.

If you ever played Sburb, you would likely be the Knight of Hope in the Land of Bamboo and Wind. Your dreams would shine golden.

Your trolltag is digitalSamurai and your typ/ng m/m/cs the s|ashes of a b|ade.

TL;DR

>Be the clockwork crossbowman

Your name is Raspon Trasic, but please, you just go by Trasic.

Your goal in life is to become a proud member of the Arbannihilators, a squad of elite crossbow-wielding snipers sent deep into enemy territory to kill key targets. It isn't a very glamorous job, what with most trolls your age being obsessed with BLOOD AND GUTS AND SKULLS combat, but you have always dreamed of joining those special chosen few. To this end you wield the xbowKind strife specibus, equipped with a modified crossbow designed to fire underwater. The various alterations make it very difficult to fire above water, but they are they only way you can practice every night.

Of course, the military isn't your only interest. You enjoy exploring the oceanic depths surrounding your humble coral reef hive, interacting with the various creatures... and using the more dangerous ones for target practice. All of your exploring (and running away) has lead to you being a very strong swimmer, one of the fastest you know. You have developed a knack for identifying dangerous areas early and finding safe paths around them, a very important ability when any chunk of rock could be home to some monstrous predator.

Unfortunately, you also tend towards paranoia in situations where it is more trouble than it is worth. You rely on archaic superstition and lucky charms to keep your mind at ease, never leaving your hive without your lucky two-pupil musclebeast eye charm. All the charms in the world can't stop you from being terrified of every dangerous-looking troll in the room, so you do your best to put on a tough act or avoid attention whenever possible. There is a very good reason for this...

You see, you happen to be a mutant. Not the fun kind of mutant, shooting laser beams or turning invisible or mind controlling people. No, you heal very slowly. Some wounds simply never fully healed, such as your right fin. Others will eventually close, but must be carefully cleaned and bandaged to avoid infection or death from even the smallest of cuts. It sure does suck! Luckily most trolls aren't likely to randomly stab a seadweller, especially one of your nearly royal blood.

Your Fetch Modus is the "Charm" modus, in which every item you captchalouge becomes a small charm. You keep these charms on a cord around your wrist, and need only snap one in half to retrieve the item inside.

If you ever played Sburb, you would be the Rogue of Life in the Land of Stone and Depths. Your dreams would be shaded in purples.

Your trolltag is clockworkArbalist and y{x}u, um, like t{x} sh{x}w {x}ff the rel{x}ading gear {x}n y{x}ur cr{x}ssb{x}w. {x}sp{x}ci{x}lly wh{x}n, {x}h, y{x}u g{x}t fr{x}{x}k{x}d {x}ut!!!

TL;DR

**Denriada** · 11-17-2011, 06:36 PM

OKAY SO I AM NOT GOING TO DO THE STANDARD PROFILES BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE THEM. (also because i am both lazy and a stubborn butt)
instead, here.

SAVARI GELACI

ULETIO NIURIS

RENAEL DELAYX

RHEUMA VELISE

((thanks 4e!))

**Cavalcade** · 11-17-2011, 08:56 PM

Your name is ARDANA PTITSU and you are a LOWBLOOD.

You, however, don't like to think of yourself as a lowblood. You would much rather be part of the NOBILITY -- more so than anyone in your CASTE. You seem to regard yourself as a HOLY RELIC -- that's what your FEATHERBEAST-LIKE LUSUS told you. FEATHERDAD seems to say you are a SPECIAL TYPE OF TROLL who, when dead, will just be BORN once more. You don't believe it to be actually true -- you just want to be HOLY and IMPORTANT. If you really were THAT SPECIAL, you would have been born with BETTER BLOOD, right?

Speaking of your blood caste obsession, you tend to SPEAK DOWN on those that are BELOW YOU, regardless of being low on the caste itself. You also BOSS AROUND those ABOVE you as well -- far less often, however! One too many RUN INS with GREENBLOODS have almost gotten you CULLED four times. You simply don't think you'd make it out one more time, so you stick to the LOWERS nowadays.

You are KIND OF A PRETENTIOUS DOUCHE. Actually, you are a LOT of a pretentious douche. You act as if you are a SEWDWELLER. You have some RESPECT for those people, however, even if you are A LITTLE ENVIOUS. You sometimes dream of OVERTHROWING THE EMPRESS, but you would actually never do it. You aren't STUPID enough.

You have SEVERAL INTERESTS. The most prominent seems to be your LOVE FOR BRIGHT LIGHTS and FIRE. The inside of your hive is covered in YELLOW and ORANGE LANTERNS. You have NO WINDOWS, so you cannot be seen from the outside. The lights aren't like the Alternian sun either; you can BATHE IN THEM FULLY and only suffer MINOR EYE INJURIES (due to being in the bright all the time). You are also a PYROMANCER of sorts. It may seem like an overdone title, but you really, really AREN'T THAT SKILLED. You are able to control flames if they are ALREADY LIT, and you don't even have that much power over them anyways. You don't even bother most of that time.

Instead, you'd rather take up your TRUSTY QUILL and create some FIERCE WORDS. It is no lie that you are a DABBLING AUTHOR of DERANGED AND SICK FANTASIES. You are also fond of TROLL POETRY. The QUILL also doubles as a SWORD. If the pen is mightier than the sword, what does a PEN THAT IS THE SWORD make?

Your trolltag is jaundicedOligarchy and you tend to talk phorreverr, on and on, without any rresting and with sorrt oph an accent,

WHAT WILL YOU DO?

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