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

[Strider]

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Sorry guys, wrong thread. Was wanting to get this critiqued first.

[ScytheK]

(OOC: I made this character one day when I was fooling around with the name generator and the sprite bases. Go figure, folks.)

> Be the number-obsessed hunter
h3y 7h472 n07 v3ry n163
> Just telling the truth, missy
0k4y f1n3 83 7h47 W4y *219h*



Your name is ANSTIK MORISS, you are 7 sweeps old, and you fucking love numbers.

You love them so much, that the walls of your hive are covered with them. It would be particularly strange to any other troll, but for a limeblood like you, it keeps your mind off of horrible things.

You do have other INTERESTS, of course. You quite love DRAWING COMICS, which no one but you will ever read, because you currently have no friends, and also enjoy HUNTING, which is the only EXERCISE you normally get.

The horrorterrors might've messed with your brain, though, which might explain the obsession with numbers you have.

Your LUSUS is a TIGER, which is STRANGE considering your PERSONALITY. Some might say you may have had your LUSUS switched with ANOTHER TROLL'S LUSUS at BIRTH. Not that you care, of course. TIGERMOM taught you how to HUNT.

You wield the spearKind specibus. Once again, the SPEAR helps you hunt. And it makes a pretty great WEAPON too.

Your FETCH MODUS is CALCULATOR. To remove something from a CARD, you have to ANSWER a MATH PROBLEM with your CALCULATOR. It can be a PAIN in the BUTT to use sometimes, especially in battle.

If you ever played SBURB, you'd be the THIEF OF TIME, in the LAND of TRANCE and MIST. For you, TIME equals NUMBERS. NUMBERS equals GOOD, like you haven't said already THOUSANDS OF TIMES.

Your trolltag is yesterdaysHunter, and you 2u82717u73 num83r2 Wh3r3 y0u d33m 7h3m n363224ry (substitute numbers where you deem them necessary)

TL;DR
Name: Anstik Moriss
Name Origin: None, nabbed it off of the troll name generator
Trolltag: yesterdaysHunter
Blood Colour: Lime Green
Lusus: Tiger
Strife Specibus: Spearkind
Fetch Modus: Calculator Modus
Quirk: 0 = O 1 = I 2 = S 3 = E 4 = A 5 = Z 6 = C 7 = T 8 = B 9 = G, capitalizes all instances of W, no punctuation, puts vocal actions in asterisks
S---- Title: Thief of Time
Land: Land of Trance and Mist (LOTAM)
Shirt Symbol: W with two bits at the end going the opposite way (Unofficial symbol for Cassiopeia)

[Ocfos]

Since both didn't make it into Viral, I guess I might aswell post my two new altblood Azuria profiles. c:

(Sprite help from Poot.)

Your name is Azuria Serpox and you prefer to stick to the shadows.

Surely you'd think the spy on the ship would get a lot of respect from their fellow crewmembers, but that's not really the case as you're most certainly aware by now. You kinda blame it on being an orangeblood, but that's just because of all the hemoloyal highbloods in the fleet. It somewhat sickens you, but there's not really anything you as a lowblood can do about it. If things went your way, there'd be no such thing as the hemospectrum. You frankly have no idea why such a thing would be even needed in the first place. Measuring by skill would be much more appropriate for a militaristic society like the trolls, since a troll would not be overlooked due to their blood. Regardless, you'll try your best to find people who agree with you.

Your role as a spy nets a few advantages, such as your cool outfit. At least, you think it's pretty cool. Unfortunately, the cape sometimes gets in the way. This has proven to be a great source of irritation. You've thought of taking the cape off several times, but you've always been told to put it back on by your superiors because it "Suits the look". You can't help but grimace every single time they say it and crabbily put the cape back on. It's been going on for the past five sweeps and it's never gotten any better, you just hope the new ship you've been assigned to is more understanding of how you can do your job more efficiently, as your cape has revealed your location more than once, and you've been lucky to escape so far without being killed.

Despite your job, you are actually sociable. That is, if the person isn't a highblood ready to brag about their newest possession or something similar. If you were to try just leaving, you'd most likely get into trouble, so you stick it out as best you can. At the very least, your mask hides your mouth so you have no need to hide a frown whenever this occurs.

Your past is full of burglary, lockpicking, pickpocketing and all of the sorts, but you haven't really picked any troll pockets since you got into the fleet as you're certain you'd most likely get culled if you got caught. Though, you have considered doing it a few times despite the risks involved. Your lockpicking ability is probably your most utilized skill the past five sweeps and has opened many doors for you. Literally. You're a bit sad that you don't get to use your burglary skills much anymore, as you really enjoyed doing so in your past. Though you are happy you still get to be sneaky from time to time, since it was the most enjoyable part of being a thief for you. Well, that is if you don't count the cash it awarded, but you don't really consider it a thing that counts. You've grown fond of your 2xdaggerKind which has saved you from dire situations more than once in your lifespan. Your fetch modus, despite being a bit impractical for your job, is pictionary. It does take a while to use, but you have the time to do so as long as you're hidden.

Your trolltag is silentPillager and you Type--In--A--Puncturing--Yet--Ðirect--Manner-->

TL;DR
Name: Azuria Serpox
Trolltag: silentPillager
Blood: Orange (#db8000)
Strife: 2xdaggerKind
Age: 15 Sweeps
Modus: Pictionary
Lusus: Chameleon
Height: 6'3"
Fleet Profession: Spy
Quirk: -- before lines if the line is only a single word (--Example-->)
Spaces swapped with --
Always ends lines with ->
No compound words if it can be helped
Words are always capitalised, even if mid-sentence
And replaces 'o', 'O', and 'Q' with 'ø' / 'Ø', 'D' becomes 'Ð'.

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Your name is Azuria Serpox and at times you're the possibly most crabby person on this ship.

Despite the ill mood most of the time, you tend to be able to focus on what you do best, which is brew poisons for the fleet and do stuff that requires knowledge on chemicals, whenever knowledge on that sort of thing is needed. Sadly, back on the other ship you were always interrupted by people asking stupid questions or other stuff when you were focusing on something of importance, causing you to sometimes mess it up. Most of those questions were about how you got your mechanical leg. You usually explain it the quick way by just saying "Shark", but they keep asking how ended up wrestling a shark without realising that you used to live in the ocean. Idiots. But hopefully the people on this new ship won't be as stupid with any question they might have. Though people tend to learn not to interrupt you because of your somewhat grumpy behavior. They mostly just wait for you to say something, but sometimes people will ask decent questions like, "I need a vial of poison, got one?" or, "Why does this burn me so much?".

Regardless, you weren't too upset about the people around the place, they could be tolerable. Sometimes. You're just hoping there won't be so many annoying people on the new ship you've been assigned to. The thing that makes you the most upset is the lack of what you used to live in, the ocean which you haven't seen in the past five sweeps. The only actual source of water is a puddle compared to it, and even that small water container belongs to your pufferfish lusus. Untill then, you guess it's just about patience, or at least what's left of it by now.
Your view on the hemospectrum is rather neutral which is rather unusual for your high hue of blood, but it doesn't matter to you as long as the person in question isn't annoying you by asking you the same questions about everything constantly, or getting in the way of your profession.

Despite what others may think when they see you, you aren't actually grumpy, just frustrated, but people just always trigger the wrong buttons, else they just interrupt you while you're busy working on poisons or potions.
In your spare time aboard the ship you're not too crabby and lashing at people, provided that they're tolerable in the first place. Though you most of the time just try to see what you can do with the limited space aboard the ship, and the people around the place.
Currently you're just hoping that all, or at least some people on the new ship you got transferred to won't be interrupting your work constantly. Though, we are talking trolls here, so anything can really happen.

Name: Azuria Serpox
Age: 15 Sweeps
Trolltag: seawornPeltast
Blood: Grape #804080 (Hue 300)
Strife: spearKind
Modus: Pictionary
Lusus: Pufferfish
Height: 5'11"
Fleet Profession: Alchemist
Quirk: -- before lines if the line is only a single word (--Example-->)
Spaces swapped with --
Always ends lines with -->
No compound words if it can be helped
Words are always capitalised, even if mid-sentence
And replaces 'o', 'O', and 'Q' with 'ø' / 'Ø', 'D' becomes 'Ð'.
She drops the quirk entirely if she becomes too angry.

Boop.

[Fexxos Vyront]

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[Strider]

>Be the troll obsessed with fighting


)))Hey! Fights are awesome man, don't be hating!(((

>Be Horrin Keshka.

You are now Horrin Keshka, and you're on a Saiyan ship! You are a total geek, and love watching or playing anything that involves fighting. Of course that is not the only thing you do. You've seen such things as Trolls Wars, Dragontroll Z, not to mention it's HILARIOUS abridged counterpart, and some other really geeky shit. During your career as the death match champion extraordinaire, A sea dweller named Endria Zarrat took an interest in your fighting skill and appointed himself as your benefactor. You were paid very well for the last performance you gave and almost did not survive, so now you have all of the anime and manga that you could ever want.

Speaking of, even before then you would read manga and watch anime. You had to do it all on your husktop though, which kind of sucked, but it was still awesome for you to do so. You are also DEEP into gaming, particularly if it involves fighting. You're actually currently playing an MMO that one of your Quadrants recommended to you. Well...okay, he didn't recommend it. You just wanted to try it out, and you enjoy it immensely. You also play card games. More specifically, you play the Yugioh card game. To bad unashamed duelists are hard to come by, so you usually have to resort to dueling people through some sort of online medium.

You have two Quadrants. One is Skehth, the guy who indirectly introduced you to the MMO that you are currently playing. He has mad hacking skills, and can totally wreck your shit if you piss him off bad enough. And by your shit, you mean anything that is hackable. Your other quadrant is Pirana, who wears a Troll Mario Piranha Plant suit, much to your amusement. You've actually decided to join her Flarp Team and wear a Troll Mario suit when Flarping with her. However, that would not be your first time Flarping.

During your last sweep as the deathmatch champion extraordinaire you occasionally flarped for brief period of time. You usually did this out of boredom when there was not enough fighting for you to do, and you don the symbolless suit of Rborn with his Curse removed when you did so. All of the restraints came off when you put that suit on, and you would go to challenge small flarp teams of two and three and defeat them. Your name was never imparted or discovered, so after a while they started calling you Dark Demise due to your appearance and the damage you did to Flarp team reputations.

Your Lusus is a Kangaroo which you named Jack. All the other things aside, he is the main reason why you are so strong and fast for one of your Caste, although your strength is not like unto that of an indigo. You always have at least one fight with him every night. It is something he expects from you for some reason, but it has become something that you have embraced, particularly since it has helped you develop a sort of battle sense, as well a s a technique that you call at one with sword where you deprive yourself completely of sight in order to heighten your other senses.

Your view on the Hemospectrum isn't really much of a view at all. Your opinion is that it is there, and that that is all that there is to it. You really don't care who lands where on the Spectrum, as long as they are good guys that are nerdy, good at fighting, or both. You have yet to talk to one that is not one of those two things at any length, so your view on things is a bit narrow because of that. Your Strife Specibus is Bladekind, and your primary weapon is this HUGE FUCKING SWORD that your ancestor left you, which can apparently be used for Shadow Smoke shenanigans. You are tired of the shadow smoke and tired of being tied to your ancestor though, so you decided to seal that away, if you can. Of course, you have no idea that you have a latent version of the same power as your ancestor, which is why you are even able to wield his weapons in the first place.

Your Trolltag is mysteriousHellian, and you )))Tend to leave your statements rather open ended.(((

[tonightsEntertainment]

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Sorry guys, wrong thread. Was wanting to get this critiqued first.

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[Yossarian]

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You are ENIINE ESTIEL you are eight sweeps old and life is good. You enjoy long walks on the beach and dinner by the fire-light *snrk* as if. Actually you know you're one thing, and that's a snarky smartass. You stand at 5'11 for your age, and have a wide sharp-toothed grin most of the time. This is due to the fact you find most things funny in some way. You are an extremely slippery and shady character to pin any sort of blame on. More then one time you've escaped punishment for some deed. Speaking of deeds, you are a CON ARTIST, one who takes advantage of others inorder to gain something of wealth or value out of them. As such you are very good at SMOOTH TALKING and you know how to make friends of just about everyone. You also, however, know how to be a smartass more then you do anything else, which is strange considering that cheekiness SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU CULLED, yet you're still alive...hm. You suppose this has something to do with your LUCK, you've always considered yourself lucky, you've always believed that luck was on your side, you hardly see reason to change that mind-set; this however may just be a cover for the fact that while you seem as if you're snarky you really aren't THAT bad of a person to talk to....when you put on the mask of "likability". You also know how to cover your tracks, in other words you're CLEVER, so maybe luck plays...a small part. But you like to think it's all luck, since that makes you seem awesome.


Your appearance speaks wonders, which is to say: it's quite strange for someone in your caste. Speaking of your caste: your blood is a deep TEAL. You wear a two toned dress suit, the trousers the color of your blood, the shirt a grey, as well as black tie. Very stylish. You DRESS THE PART of someone who likes to look his best, you mainly do it simply because APPEARANCE AND FIRST IMPRESSIONS are everything, that and its easier to be swindled by someone who looks fancy then someone who's not [otherwise called THIEVES] You also wear a HAT which you consider lucky, it's just one simple part of your over-all look. Oh yeah! You also enjoy wearing your glasses, which not ONLY make you look stylish, but also hide your identity, they also uh...are prescription sun-glasses, though you don't want anyone to know that part.

Your early grub-hood was spent in the company of your lusus a GIANT WEASEL, who taught you everything you've known about how to interact with other trolls. He however was not a good parent, and let you have many freedoms. Too many. In fact you grew into the crime of SWINDLING which you've found you're very good at, though you know to only do it to trolls you don't know. Despite your life of crime, you have a vague grey sense of MORALITY at least towards people you deem interesting: friends, love interests, anything that caught your eye.

Speaking of relationships: you're not one to shy away from red-rom in fact you have a strange affinity towards red-romance. However you're not one to shove off a black one although you understand inorder to have a proper black relationship you must hate the other troll with every fiber of your being, amd so you run into a single rut with blackrom: no troll you know can really ever make you hate them so much. To do so would require anger, an emotion you do not get at all. In fact most of the time you are up-beat if not a big smart-ass, yet underneath all that is an extremely romantic troll. You are quick to be put off by others, however the more time they spend with you the more they find you really aren't such a bad guy. You are not OPTIMISTIC, you instead choose to see the world for what it is: "A miserable piece'a shit!" and what the empire's doing isn't of any concern to you, someone with a promising criminal career, one that could get you under the close scrutiny of the Alternian Empire, though you don't give a shit about the empire, all you'd like is TREASURE, of any sort, as such what the empire does [or its current state and views] matters little to you, you just know you need to stay alive and NOT GET CAUGHT, as well as STAND OUT in a way that ensures your survival, you have a plan....but getting there is harder..oh how much harder.

Your interests include, among making conversation with other trolls, trolling the hell out of your friends [higher-bloods work best], swindling, and PLAYING THE VIOLIN (you enjoy that fine wooden instrument). You also like to know what's up in the world of relationships, mainly your friends. You could say you are HALF A SHIPPER, since you don't make it a hobby and don't write anything down. You do however like to keep tabs on others, helping them out and offering advice, since your EXTREME CLEVERNESS is nifty like that. You are also, though it could be argued a bad-habit, a FREQUENT BETTER which is how you end up losing your money MOST OF THE TIME. Other times it makes you rich, others you lose a lot, your luck does help [or so you think]. Other then that you enjoy the thrill you get out of betting your money, just to make more money. Your favorite two casino-games are Poker and Slot-machines, and they also play into your sylladex.

Your land is that of LAND OF SLOT AND CHURCH, a very strange expanse of large and small structures. As one gets closer they reveal themselves to be GIANT SLOT-MACHINES and CHURCHES as well as the odd SLOT-MACHINE CHURCH. The air is filled with an orange red-haze making it seem like the sun is permanently setting. The environment suggests a desert of some sort, though it's not hot, there is no water to speak of in the area. Your consorts are BEARDED DRAGONS, which makes sense considering how dry the place seems. You are the Seer of Class ((though I am not aware of what relevance this will have, if you'd like me to change it, please don't be afraid to say so :B )) though you don't know that at all.
Your Sylladex is CASINO-MODUS which includes a vast array of different Casino-type games inorder to get your items, and in some cases earn more money. You mainly use the Slot-machine modus in that larger package. As for your weapons? You enjoy using something small and wieldy, so you use KNIFEKIND but BUTTERFLYKNIFE KIND to be more specific. Your Echelader goes a bit like this:

^^^^^Slot-Maestro ^^^^^
^^^^Blackjack's Bane^^^^
^^^Weighted Dice thrower^^^
^^Small-time luck-chump^^
^Casino mop^

You're a real bad-boy of a troll, and you like it that way....SOMEONE has to keep things interesting around here.
Your trolltag satansCat and you tend to Type inn'a manner that's *snrk* quite entertainin if I do say so myself, ya see? Hehehe...

GENERAL INFO

Name - Eniine Estiel
Age - 8.33 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 151
Hemospectrum - Teal (005151)
Trolltag - satansCat
Quirk: People are funny to you, as such you like to laugh, hehehe *snrk* alot. You also have normal grammar and punctuation, though you do use improper English like ya'll, don'tcha, ain't...etc.
Strife Specibi - KNIFEKIND/BUTTERFLYKIND
Title: BLANK of BLANK
Land: Slot and Church
Consorts: Bearded Dragons
Dreamer: Derse
Themesong: K the Magician



I was also wondering if anyone would like help a brotha out and, possibly, maybe.....make a talk-sprite for this old fellow. My spriting skills are average at best, and I was able to make ^ him up there based on that. A talk-sprite is way more difficulty then I can manage now, though it'd be very neat if I got it. For anyone who did it I'd be in their eternal debt....

[CraftyJongleur]

>Be the charming flutist



Your name is SHARMA PARVIZ. You are 8 sweeps old and you are HERE TO SPREAD THE GOOD NEWS.

You are a FERVENT SUPPORTER of the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS. To you, constant evangelism means spreading mirth to all you meet by whatever means necessary, so that the PROPHECIES can be fulfilled and everyone can DIE, happy, free, and equal. Many disagree with your IDEALS, but you don't care. You are far too blissed out to even care, and you will make sure that when they die, they die in just as much BLISS as you, even if you have to drag them kicking and screaming into the realm of eternal bliss.

Not that you're one for using BRUTE FORCE. You're not much of a fighter or a killer, although you can recognize when it is time to end a life. It is your nature as a TRICKSTER that makes you valuable to the DARK CARNIVAL; You are a PERFORMER first and foremost, and you weave your stories and compositions to drive your audience into a FRENZY of MAD ECSTASY. You and your trusty FLUTE can ensnare the minds or any troll given enough time, or at least you think so.

Of course, it's not all music and dancing. EVANGELISM also entails ensuring that your OBSCURE CULT is obscure no longer, so you spend a good amount of time schmoozing with other HIGHBLOODS, trying to convince them to join the carnival. Treating it as just another performance, if a more subdued one, you find you can be quite the CHARMER; Even if you're rarely successful at gaining any CONVERTS, you often find yourself gaining a new FRIEND (which has got to be your favorite disease ever) or filling another QUADRANT, if only temporarily.

Though you used to run with a band of MERRY MINSTRELS, they have all since moved on to their ETERNAL REWARD. Now you travel alone- well, just you and your tiny ROBBER FLY LUSUS- in hopes of gathering a whole new CREW of your own that you can LOVE into the arms of death. Your lusus acts as your CONSCIENCE these days, reminding you that it is not yet time to leave the LAND OF THE LIVING.

If you were to be completely honest, you are beginning to get a little WORRIED; Worried that you are beginning to lose your bliss. Everyone you love eventually has to die, and you are getting sick of it. It confuses you, because their deaths are in the plans of the Messiahs, but the Messiahs certainly wouldn't want to harsh your mellow. It's something that you will have to figure out in time, but for now you content yourself with the fact that it is their HAPPINESS you need to be concerned about, not their death; After all, you are a lover, not a fighter.

When you do fight and your FLUTEKIND will not suffice, you wield the graceful RAPIERKIND. It's not a particularly powerful weapon but it is excellent both at parrying and drawing beautiful beautiful blood.

Your chumhandle is nitrousOxicutioner and you tend ter talk in sommat' that yeh could be considerin to be some kinda accent, eh squire?

[illogicalInsomniac]

I was also wondering if anyone would like help a brotha out and, possibly, maybe.....make a talk-sprite for this old fellow. My spriting skills are average at best, and I was able to make ^ him up there based on that. A talk-sprite is way more difficulty then I can manage now, though it'd be very neat if I got it. For anyone who did it I'd be in their eternal debt....

Er... I can try? I'm kinda new here haha... I'll give it a shot.

[Yossarian]

You would? Thanks a bunch for volunteering there, and don't worry about the new part, I'm just as squeaky shiny *points to post-count*

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You are ENIINE ESTIEL you are eight sweeps old and life is good. You enjoy long walks on the beach and dinner by the fire-light *snrk* as if. Actually you know you're one thing, and that's a snarky smartass. You stand at 5'11 for your age, and have a wide sharp-toothed grin most of the time. This is due to the fact you find most things funny in some way. You are an extremely slippery and shady character to pin any sort of blame on. More then one time you've escaped punishment for some deed. Speaking of deeds, you are a CON ARTIST, one who takes advantage of others inorder to gain something of wealth or value out of them. As such you are very good at SMOOTH TALKING and you know how to make friends of just about everyone. You also, however, know how to be a smartass more then you do anything else, which is strange considering that cheekiness SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU CULLED, yet you're still alive...hm. You suppose this has something to do with your LUCK, you've always considered yourself lucky, you've always believed that luck was on your side, you hardly see reason to change that mind-set; this however may just be a cover for the fact that while you seem as if you're snarky you really aren't THAT bad of a person to talk to....when you put on the mask of "likability". You also know how to cover your tracks, in other words you're CLEVER, so maybe luck plays...a small part. But you like to think it's all luck, since that makes you seem awesome.


Your appearance speaks wonders, which is to say: it's quite strange for someone in your caste. Speaking of your caste: your blood is a deep TEAL. You wear a two toned dress suit, the trousers the color of your blood, the shirt a grey, as well as black tie. Very stylish. You DRESS THE PART of someone who likes to look his best, you mainly do it simply because APPEARANCE AND FIRST IMPRESSIONS are everything, that and its easier to be swindled by someone who looks fancy then someone who's not [otherwise called THIEVES] You also wear a HAT which you consider lucky, it's just one simple part of your over-all look. Oh yeah! You also enjoy wearing your glasses, which not ONLY make you look stylish, but also hide your identity, they also uh...are prescription sun-glasses, though you don't want anyone to know that part.

Your early grub-hood was spent in the company of your lusus a GIANT WEASEL, who taught you everything you've known about how to interact with other trolls. He however was not a good parent, and let you have many freedoms. Too many. In fact you grew into the crime of SWINDLING which you've found you're very good at, though you know to only do it to trolls you don't know. Despite your life of crime, you have a vague grey sense of MORALITY at least towards people you deem interesting: friends, love interests, anything that caught your eye.

Speaking of relationships: you're not one to shy away from red-rom in fact you have a strange affinity towards red-romance. However you're not one to shove off a black one although you understand inorder to have a proper black relationship you must hate the other troll with every fiber of your being, amd so you run into a single rut with blackrom: no troll you know can really ever make you hate them so much. To do so would require anger, an emotion you do not get at all. In fact most of the time you are up-beat if not a big smart-ass, yet underneath all that is an extremely romantic troll. You are quick to be put off by others, however the more time they spend with you the more they find you really aren't such a bad guy. You are not OPTIMISTIC, you instead choose to see the world for what it is: "A miserable piece'a shit!" and what the empire's doing isn't of any concern to you, someone with a promising criminal career, one that could get you under the close scrutiny of the Alternian Empire, though you don't give a shit about the empire, all you'd like is TREASURE, of any sort, as such what the empire does [or its current state and views] matters little to you, you just know you need to stay alive and NOT GET CAUGHT, as well as STAND OUT in a way that ensures your survival, you have a plan....but getting there is harder..oh how much harder.

Your interests include, among making conversation with other trolls, trolling the hell out of your friends [higher-bloods work best], swindling, and PLAYING THE VIOLIN (you enjoy that fine wooden instrument). You also like to know what's up in the world of relationships, mainly your friends. You could say you are HALF A SHIPPER, since you don't make it a hobby and don't write anything down. You do however like to keep tabs on others, helping them out and offering advice, since your EXTREME CLEVERNESS is nifty like that. You are also, though it could be argued a bad-habit, a FREQUENT BETTER which is how you end up losing your money MOST OF THE TIME. Other times it makes you rich, others you lose a lot, your luck does help [or so you think]. Other then that you enjoy the thrill you get out of betting your money, just to make more money. Your favorite two casino-games are Poker and Slot-machines, and they also play into your sylladex.

Your land is that of LAND OF SLOT AND CHURCH, a very strange expanse of large and small structures. As one gets closer they reveal themselves to be GIANT SLOT-MACHINES and CHURCHES as well as the odd SLOT-MACHINE CHURCH. The air is filled with an orange red-haze making it seem like the sun is permanently setting. The environment suggests a desert of some sort, though it's not hot, there is no water to speak of in the area. Your consorts are BEARDED DRAGONS, which makes sense considering how dry the place seems. You are the Seer of Class ((though I am not aware of what relevance this will have, if you'd like me to change it, please don't be afraid to say so :B )) though you don't know that at all.
Your Sylladex is CASINO-MODUS which includes a vast array of different Casino-type games inorder to get your items, and in some cases earn more money. You mainly use the Slot-machine modus in that larger package. As for your weapons? You enjoy using something small and wieldy, so you use KNIFEKIND but BUTTERFLYKNIFE KIND to be more specific. Your Echelader goes a bit like this:

^^^^^Slot-Maestro ^^^^^
^^^^Blackjack's Bane^^^^
^^^Weighted Dice thrower^^^
^^Small-time luck-chump^^
^Casino mop^

You're a real bad-boy of a troll, and you like it that way....SOMEONE has to keep things interesting around here.
Your trolltag satansCat and you tend to Type inn'a manner that's *snrk* quite entertainin if I do say so myself, ya see? Hehehe...

GENERAL INFO

Name - Eniine Estiel
Age - 8.33 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 151
Hemospectrum - Teal (005151)
Trolltag - satansCat
Quirk: People are funny to you, as such you like to laugh, hehehe *snrk* alot. You also have normal grammar and punctuation, though you do use improper English like ya'll, don'tcha, ain't...etc.
Strife Specibi - KNIFEKIND/BUTTERFLYKIND
Title: BLANK of BLANK
Land: Slot and Church
Consorts: Bearded Dragons
Dreamer: Derse
Themesong: K the Magician



I was also wondering if anyone would like help a brotha out and, possibly, maybe.....make a talk-sprite for this old fellow. My spriting skills are average at best, and I was able to make ^ him up there based on that. A talk-sprite is way more difficulty then I can manage now, though it'd be very neat if I got it. For anyone who did it I'd be in their eternal debt....

Now that two of our session are in Trollslum, shouldn't it be fitting to also add the session thread itself?

[Quincunx]

Guys this is not the thread to be chattering in. Please take it to PMs.

[CrazedWormHole]

>Be the...What the flying fuck?

nak nak nak nak

>Okay, the suit has to go. Now.

okay okay, happy nak now, bite?

You are now PIRANA OBSERO, and holy hell, do you love FLARPING?

Yes, yes you do. You spend more time with YOUR TEAM then with your FRIENDS AND QUADRANTS, you know ALL OF THE RULES by heart and you have almost gained ALL THE LEVELS. Others call you OBSESSED, which you are, but you are not going to admit that. It's your MAIN INTEREST and you love it, why would it matter to them?

Your TEAM, THE HUNTERS, is a pretty infamous three-man team in LOCAL FLARPING CIRCLES, and for ALL THE WRONG REASONS. Your TEAM LEADER, ZERLEG HITRAS, uses FLARP as a method to get GOOD LOOT and a way to MAKE MONEY. You usually use loads of CHEAP TACTICS under is leadership, and you can't really AGREE WITH HIS METHODS, but hey, you make a good team so you can't complain.

Moving on, if you for some UNGODLY REASON is not doing something FLARP RELATED, you can either be found WITH FRIENDS OR QUADRANTS or you're out HUNTING for your LUSUS.

Ah yes, your LUSUS. She's...Err...A ten feet tall MANEATING PLANT. PLANTMOM will devour anything made out of MEAT, but you simply find TROLLS to be the easiest to bring to her. The ALTERNIAN WILDLIFE is ALWAYS HOSTILE, while other Trolls usually can be TRICKED. You don't like to talk about PLANTMOM or the MEALS you give her, makes you feel guilty.

Regarding PLANMOM herself, you have a pretty WEIRD RELATIONSHIP with her. She's EXTREMELY PROTECTIVE of you, and she taught you EVERYTHING she could, but in the end, she does this solely because you BRING HER FOOD. If you would stop HUNTING for her, she would most likely EAT YOU and go on without ANY CARE WHATSOEVER.

For other INTERESTS...Well...FLARP takes up most of your time, but if you got free time between THAT and HUNTING, you play quite a lot of VIDEO GAMES. You have an especially soft spot for PLATFORMERS, but again, you barely ever have time for this.

You're a pretty ENERGETIC and UPBEAT Troll. You can barely ever STAY STILL, and you seem to have the ability to lile ANYONE. (If they like you however, is a completely different story.) This said, you have NO COMPREHENSION of the term PERSONAL SPACE. You are really HUGGY with everyone and you always seem to be a BIT TOO CLOSE TO OTHERS then what really should be acceptable. People seem to find you a bit UNNERVING due to this.

Your SYLLADEX is set to PIPES, were three small pipes appear in front of you, with the item you want randomly popping out among said pipes. You have to time your movement right to quickly grab the item. If you touch any pipe at all, one random item from your sylladex is launched out of each pipe.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to BALLKIND, like, BASEBALLS. BASEBALLS soaked in GASOLINE to be precise. Your FLARP SUIT got small LIGHTERS in it's fingertips, letting you throw the LIT BASEBALLS like BURNING PROJECTILES.

Your Trolltag is sewerpipeDanger and you tend to nak click your teeth nak together quite a lot while nak talking, bite.

[llamamiah]

>Be the robot-building bluish-indigoblooded slam poet.

sure, why noOt?



Your name is LOPAKO PALEOL.

And DAMN DOGG, you fucking love MOONS.

You are frequently using your SUPER-FLY TELESCOPE to stare at the MOONS of ALTERNIA, along with the PINK MOON'S SATELLITE. Your respiteblock has countless PHOTOS OF THEIR FEATURES, along with SAMPLES of their numerous ROCKS. You also stare at the numerous moons of Alternia's NEIGHBORING PLANETS, but you're a little bit less INTERESTED in them. But only a little.

You frequently engage in the magnificient art of ALTERNIAN SLAM POETRY, and have built several ROBOTS to help you TRAIN. There are QUITE A LOT OF THEM, and the best of them are most likely SCATTERED AROUND THE GALAXY by now. There are still pretty decent numbers of them living in your HIVE, which is also an ARTIFICIAL MOUNTAIN.

You love NOSTALGIC MOVIES, as well as anything that has to do with BENJAM STILER. He's just SO COOL. You love HOT SAUCE, along with MICROWAVABLE SAMMICHES. You frequently make FUNNY GRUBTUBE VIDEOS of your reviews of OLD MOVIES.

You like GLOBES, specifically those of MOONS. You like them so much, in fact, that you have allocated your STRIFE SPECIBUS to 2XGLOBELIND. Said Specibus features a PAIR OF HANDHELD GLOBES, one of the PINK MOON, and another of its SATELLITE. The globes are to SCALE, so there's a PRETTY BIG SIZE DIFFERENCE.

Your FETCH MODUS is the ARRAY OF TECH-HOPS MODUS, which is similar to the TECH-HOP MODUS, except there are multiple HOP-GRIDS. Specifically, you have FOUR FOUR-BY-FOUR GRIDS. It comes in handy whenever you want to HASHRAP with your ROBOTS.

Your LUSUS is a SHY BARKSKIN TROLLOID, who is frequently sneaking around the GREYSCALE FOREST where you live, so that she can get a GOOD LOOK at the OTHER FEMALES OF HER SPECIES. She is also SORT OF OBSESSED with JPEGS, to the point where it SORTA CREEPS YOU OUT.

On TROLLIAN, you go by slammingOrbitception, and yoOu pay soOme special attentioOn toOwards the pink moOoOn and its satellite, doOgg.

If you were to play a GAME of AMAZING POWER, you would become the MAFIOSA OF BREATH in the LAND OF PINECONES AND ZEPHYR.

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Name: Lopako Paleol
Trolltag: slammingOrbitception
Blood color: Blue-Indigo (#260099), Hue 255
Gender: Female
Age: 7.85 Sweeps (17 Years)

Miscellaneous details:
-Typing Quirk: makes o's intoO oO's, toO soOrt of loOoOk like the pink moOoOn and its satellite.
-Lusus: Forest Nymph
-Strife Specibi: 2xglobeKind
-Fetch Modus: Array of Tech-Hops
-Quadrant Partners: [Presently Unknown]
-Abilities: N/A

Sburb details:
-Title: Mafiosa of Breath
-Land: Land of Pinecones and Zephyr (Everything is made of either pinecones or pine needles, there are rivers of pine sap. It is also constantly windy.)
-Dreamself Planet: Derse
-Denizen: Typheus
-Consorts: Squirrels that say "CHITTA CHITTA"
-Quest: Extort the Neeles
-Sprite: Nympheye (Decent Rapbot), Dead Lusus (Both Pre-Medium)
-Cruxite Artifact: Paper Fan

[aimlessMastermind]

And here is a collaboration between myself and the Ex Angel Raphael Ex person. That dude knows how to draw some trolls. *types with gnarled old man fingers*



Be the gullible trickster

...

That's you!

~¤*.~°*Haha! No, it's not!¤*°~.¤]-{o<

Okay, be the thrill-seeking troll Machiavellian failure.

~¤*.~°*Who's troll Machiavelli?¤*°~.¤]-{o<

Ahem. Your name is BREVIK LUPSUS, and you are 7 sweeps old. You have lots of BIG PLANS for the future but are too FREE-SPIRITED to take anything seriously for long. You become very passionate, while you are interested, though. There are a lot of abandoned projects, at your hive. At one point, while interested in keeping up with your fellow bluebloods, you picked up a SUBTERFUGE fetch modus, which must be outsmarted in some way to retrieve your items. It is supposed to be training you, but you were apparently CHEATED. It mostly just plays Tic Tac Toe with you and never notices you cheating. You have yet to pick up on this and believe that you are routinely beating its highest setting.

You might also be a SWORDSMAN of some kind, as you practice with your HOOKSWORDS often. You are kind of embarrassed to do any fighting with them, though, because of another problem with settings (you have yet to suspect that someone might be messing with you), this time on your DUELING BOTS. The difficulty settings have been reversed, so you think that you aren't very good. You prefer to just mess with trolls in less lethal ways, at the moment. But all of that is just work, to you.

You are primarily a THRILL-SEEKER. You love SKYDIVING from your floating hive with your SUGAR GLIDER LUSUS. You are always looking for something new and exciting to conquer. Your sugardaddy is more cautious, but you just call him a SPOILSPORT. He has made you pretty protective, though. If SUPERHEROES were a thing, you would totally apply. You are always wasting time in various cities and swooping down to protect someone, particularly from SEADWELLERS. Unfortunately, you are always forgetting to keep a better eye on how low your hive floats. It is always getting INVADED by curious trolls. You try to play nice and invite them to have fun with you up there, but they are so stubborn and hard to please. You don't know what they're after. Probably your cool hive and all of your stuff, but after a bit of running around, you eventually just KICK THEM OFF.

While you have never had a BLACK CRUSH (several red ones, though), you are always getting distracted by seadwellers, since, although you have spent a lot of time flitting from place to place and being frightfully naive, you have gathered that they are the BAD GUYS. Okay, you guess, but you will still poke your nose into situations where it looks as if you may be able to be a HERO. You are just looking for thrills and have no desire to be tied down. If anyone attempts to do anything like that, whoops, there is something really interesting on that horizon, isn't there? Swoosh, away!

If anyone manages to catch you on Trollian, you type in a manner that ~¤*.~°*calls attention to your love of flying through the night. Otherwise, people will just notice that you start to imitate your lusus, if you become agitated. Riririri!¤*°~.¤]-{o<

Name: Brevik Lupsus
Age: Seven sweeps
Sex: Male
Trolltag: glidingChicanery
Blood Colour: This kind of blue
Lusus: Sugar glider
Strife Specibus: Hookkind
Fetch Modus: Subterfuge, he has to beat the game in some kind of battle of wits
Quirk: ~¤*.~°*Words¤*°~.¤]-{o<
Title: Dunno
Land: Dunno
Shirt Symbol: Swirly-looking thing?

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the nerd.



a very wise choice. i know all about kilij (60%-75%, situaional,) revolvers (80%,) maces (70%,) and more.

You are now Taisto Dilipa.

Today is a day that is as uninteresting as ever. You were planning on going on TROLLIAN to criticise people on their WEAPONS. That is your entire shtick, you'd say. To other people, you're only ever "that big nerd who is smart about weapons" or "wow what a dick i can use my weapon how i want." To be honest, you're rather OKAY with that. If people are dumb enough to swing around a CLAYMORE against somemone with a handgun, you have every right to criticise them. You're a hit with EXTRANET TABLOIDS and your WEAPON EVALUATION COLUMNS. Of course, this isn't your only intrest! It's just the only one of considerable note. You also are a bit of a SMITH, and you like making STUPID INANE SCULPTURES.

In a person-to-person sense, you're a CLEVER, INTELLIGENT guy, obviously. You tend to be rather DOUCHEY, but that's just because you enjoy flaunting your intelligence when applicable. Your SARCASM knows no bounds either, and your desire to point out FALLACIES always makes you laugh. You're rather SCRAWNY, proving you don't really have the WALK to back up your TALK, which is one of your few crippling flaws. Otherwise, you're pretty much perfect.

Your LUSUS is what is known as a "Baretta." No, not the gun. This is an image, and as you can see, he is the perfect balance between attack and defense. A 100% on your scale.

You strife with bladekind and shieldkind in conjunction, using a parrying dagger and a buckler at once.

Your fetch modus is Review. In order to retrieve items, you must evaluate the situation you are in and why you need it, then rate the item on a scale from 1/5 to retrieve it. The rating given determines how far, and that DOES vary. For instance, rating a 5 on a sword in a fight will drop it next to you, however, rating a 1 on an egg when hungry will launch it far away. It depends on how much it'd help in your situaton.

Your trolltag is wisecrackingCritic and your criticism on killing implements (0% - 100%, varies) is constantly seen littering your text.

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Name: Taisto Dilipa
Age: 7 sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood: Jade
Tag: wisecrackingCritic
Quirk: Put a percentage of the combat effectiveness of an item after the item. Actually think about that, too.
Fetch modus: Review. Takes a longass time to explain, look up c:
Title: Jarl of Rage
Land: Land of Soft and Wind

[Bommster]

>Be the purple-red colorblind lowblood with delusions of grandeur

Your name is SINAES AFFEGO and you have royal purple blood. Anyone who says otherwise deserves to be culled.

You have lived for seven long SOLAR SWEEPS. You have been attacked and called a "lowblood" ever since you started wandering Alternia. Your fashionable cape, fit for a ROYAL HIGHBLOOD such as you, has been ripped and torn thoroughly. Why do they do this, you wonder. All the people that attacked you were lowly peasantbloods themselves. You suppose that's because you lost your fins at a young age, but you still wear your blood color proudly on your shirt and cape. Thankfully, your majestic hoofbeast LUSUS has nursed you back to health from all of those attacks. Oh what would you do if he was gone. Why isn't he a sea-dwelling lusus, you ask? Shut the fuck up, you respond.

You have no friends at all - they are all far too lowly for you to consider the idea of being close to them. You do, however, keep a few trolls on your TROLLSLUM to bother whenever you feel your life is lacking in social interaction. You also maintain a number of interests, among which are SCRIPT KIDDING ULTRA PRO HAXX0RING, HORRIBLE MASTERFUL PHOTOGRAPHY, and cooking VOMITIVE DELICIOUS ALTERNIAN TREATS.

Your trolltag is preeminentPrince and You make sure your conversational partner knows who is boss...

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Name: Sinaes Affego
Age: 7 solar sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood color: Dark red (#601818) - he sees it as dark cerise (#601847)
Trolltag: preeminentPrince
Quirk: Capitalizes all first person personal pronouns (which was fucking hard to demonstrate in second person), other than that no caps at all, no commas or periods, does not use contractions and ends every message with ellipses.
Fetch modus: Undetermined as of yet
Title: Mage of Time
Land: Land of Thorns and Desolation

[momatoes]

I've updated the troll of the week and the title, but I'm still too swamped to do much else. I'm sorry :[

[narcolepticBeanie]

Your name is RUNICU LUSPEL and you are 9 sweeps old.

You see yourself as quite the illusionist, you perform wonderful and marvelous feats of magic and illusions. you tend to act as if you are on stage at all times, practise makes perfect, and the people love perfect. You are the biggest flirt in the world, you just love to woo people with your charm and suave ways, and it usually works! however, being on stage a lot has caused you to become quite over dramatic.

You are a teal blood and therefore not really a high blood or a low blood. not that you care about the bloodcaste anyway, you have enough love for all the trolls, though you have a few commitment issues. in your spare time you also enjoy the art of candle making.
you absolutely hate science, your rabbitdad has long taught you about the bad ways of labs, and above all you love magic, science simply does not exist!

you live in a fairly big hive underground where it’s always nice and cosy. You’re lusus definitely likes it here as he tends to spend most days burrowing around gathering food for you. You enjoy it whilst he is out as you can bring back other trolls and take them to your candle room. Or rather, your respiteblock.

You wield the lighterkind strife specibus, you are never without it to light your many wonderfully coloured and smelling candles. you use a hat modus, you keep all your items in your magic tophat and you have to say the right magic words to get what you want.

Your trolltag is amorousIncantation and you tend to speak "~⋆✩ In a very whimsical dramatic way that can be a bit suggestive to the ladies and gents~ ✩ ⋆~"

If you were to play Sgrub you would go to the Land of Wax and Holes as the Seer of Ruse

[ZeronFX]

(Finally rewritten!)
> Be the freak-eyed techno-geek.
||| I don't think that's what you m3ant. |||
> Yeah well, you know what? It is, so deal with it.
||| Fin3. |||

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Your name is XENDER CORVEX and you DON'T DO MUCH. You like to blame this as well as your many problems on the LOCATION OF YOUR HIVE. Speaking of which, your HIVE is located DEEP IN THE TROLL HIMALAYAS. Because of this, you only had FIVE (5) WRIGGLERHOOD FRIENDS, who also lived in the area. There was NOT MANY OYHER TROLLS that would brave the cold just to see if they could get lucky and cull a LITTLE YELLOWBLOOD, so there has been a distinct LACK OF NEED to use SELF-DEFENSE, much to your LUSUS' dismay. Your HIVE is a SPIRE with 3 ROOMBLOCKS.

Because of only having a small number of FRIENDS, you do not have much of a SOCIAL LIFE. Sure, you like to get out of the HIVE once in a while and trek down to visit some CAFES and BARS to CONVERSE with other trolls and pick up some TROLLTAGS, but your SOCIAL SKILLS have evidently suffered. As it comes to the HEMOSPECTRUM, you've never really cared much for it and didn't have to, seeing as TWO OF YOUR FRIENDS were ANONBLOODS and the OTHER THREE didn't care for it either. This has made you uneducated of what LOWBLOODS and HIGHBLOODS can and can't do. Because of all this, you are somewhat SHY and TIMID, and barely know how to hold a CONVERSATION. You've never filled a PAIL QUADRANT. You've filled your ASHEN QUADRANT TWICE, but those were both shattered. Your only really close friend is also your MOIRAIL.

Speaking of blood, your blood is UNUSUALLY YELLOW. Not to the point where you'd be considered a MUTANT, but almost. Because of your blood, there are some UNUSUAL EFFECTS. First off, you have TWO POWERS. The first power is that you can manifest and control ELECTRIC CURRENT. How well you control this depends on your MOOD, EMOTIONS, ALCOHOL LEVEL, and other things. You also have VISION THREE-FOLD. Well, actually, you don't, but you like to tell people that. Your EYE MUTATION allows you to sort of SEE OTHERS' THOUGHTS, although you dislike the term "mind-reading". It was a hobby for you that quickly fell into OBSESSION, to the point where you would completely forget about anything else, you had to know what everyone was thinking. Your EX-AUSPICTICE forced you into your room and wouldn't let you out until you dealt with it. So, you built the EYEPIECE. No one knows about this except for you and her.

Your INTERESTS include many off-the-wall things. You enjoy MOVIES and TV, no matter the quality of the video. You are a GENERAL VIDEO GAME NERD. But your best INTEREST is your hobby as well. God DAMN do you love ELECTRONICS. Anything from TVs to MICROWAVES to HUSKTOPS to PHONES to FLASHLIGHTS, you name it, you can make or repair it. You have won several CONTINENT-WIDE CONTESTS for designing the things.

Your LUSUS is a GIANT MANTISBEAST, about 10 feet tall. It has an extremely SHORT TEMPER and is constantly worrying about you. In its eyes, you are a feeble, weak, anti-socialite who couldn't defend himself if a RUSTBLOOD without powers attacked you. He does not approve of your HOBBIES and surprise-lunges you if you stay in one spot for too long.

Your FETCH MODUS is the CONDITIONAL FETCH MODUS. It works similar to ARRAY, as you can retrieve any item from any card, unless the conditions on the back of the card are not satisfied. These conditions depend on the size of the object and the worth to the user. They usually aren't too hard to satisfy though. You tote the chainKind KIND ABSTRATUS as your STRIFE SPECIBUS. This is due to your LUSUS' constant harping to at least set it, so you set it to something totally random. Not your best choice, but you could have had tablelegKind.

Your Trolltag is nexusThreefold and you ||| Sp3ak in a way that is corr3ct and casual. ||| #DFDF00

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Name: Xender Corvex
Gender: Male
Title: Count of Time
Age: 7.5 Solar Sweeps
Trolltag: nexusThreefold
Land: Land of Jungle and Clockwork
Quirk: Replaces e with 3, ||| preceding and following sentences
Blood Colour: #DFDF00
Lusus: Mantis
Fetch Modus: Conditional
Strife Specibus: chainKind

> Be the backstabbing flirtatious seadwelling bitch.
\\//ThAt prEtty much dEscribEs Any SEAdWEllEr, doEs it not?\\//
> Be the backstabbing flirtatious seadwelling bitch who is obsessed with her poisons.
\\//WEll, if you'rE going to BlAck-Flirt with mE this obviously, At lEAst buy mE A drink first.\\//

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Your name is HELIIA SALEIN and you are ready for a GOOD TIME.
Of course, your definition of "GOOD TIME" varies from most, as yours involves testing LETHAL POISON on poor defenseless LOWBLOODS. You of course do this near the beach above your HIVE, for obvious reasons. Your other seadwelling friends used to enjoy watching these tests until they grew bored and went off to do some other seadweller thing, which is PRETTY CHILL WITH YOU. Other seadwellers don't seem to understand the joy of POISON, of which there is assuredly plenty.

Sweet JEGUS do you love POISON.
It comes in so many VARIETIES AND FLAVORS, sometimes literally as well. From slow torture to instant death to illness to internal bleeding, what isn't there to love? The joy of brushing your SWEET BODY against an unsuspecting troll and watch them fall over writhing in pain NEVER GETS OLD. While your MAIN TRADE is developing and selling said POISONS, you also have a habit of collecting COOL MEDALLIONS. There is really no explanation for this. Your ANCESTOR might have liked to do that or something, but you haven't bothered to look her up.

Your PERSONALITY is that of a fairly typical seadweller, you guess. You're a bit NICER than most, but you still engage in LYING and DECEIT and all the japery. You tend to FLIRT at times, but that's mostly for messing with people. You are never truly "FRIENDS" with anyone unless you're in a QUADRANT with them. The reason for this is while you're relatively caring and consoling and whatnot like a friend is, you'd sell out their secrets and maybe even poison them in a heartbeat if asked to do so by another FRIEND, a QUADRANT, or a higher-blooded troll. You are an EVEN 8 SWEEPS OLD and can't wait to join the FLEET, even if you don't have your PAIL QUADRANTS filled as of yet. You have what might be considered to other trolls a pretty face and a SWEET BODY, but you're very picky about your QUADRANTS. Also, your fins are PRETTY DAMN NEAT IF YOU DO SAY SO YOURSELF.

Your view on the HEMOSPECTRUM is a disinterested one. Sure, you recognize you're above other lowbloods, and you assert your position in conversation. But what's the point of marking classes with much seriousness if a redblood will die to poison as easily as a blueblood? Quite silly if you ask yourself. Wait, what?

Your LUSUS is a VERY LARGE TOADFISH, who is often away catching pray. It commends your TOXIC INTERESTS, what with it being POISONOUS and all. It is generally PROUD of the troll you've become, although it sometimes slips in some POISON to your food just to make sure if you're paying attention.

You use the LOCK-AND-KEY FETCH MODUS. Upon captchalouging an item, you obtain a key specific to that card. You must use the key with the card to retrieve that item. It's pretty simple and uncomplicated, really. You wield the smallbladeKind as your KIND ABSTRATUS. This cheaply allows you to use KNIVES, DAGGERS, some small AXES, and other small bladed weapons.

Your Trolltag is causticAnglerfish and you \\//SpEAk with thE WAVEs in your voicE!\\//

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Name: Heliia Salein
Gender: Female
Title: Rogue of Ill
Age: 8 Solar Sweeps
Trolltag: causticAnglerfish
Land: Land of Tin and Haze
Quirk: Capitalizes WAVE, \\// precedes and follows messages
Blood Colour: #7C00BE
Lusus: Toadfish
Fetch Modus: Lock-and-Key
Strife Specibus: smallbladeKind

[Mooeena]

> Be the fake Cavalreaper




Your name is PICCIA MARIUS and you are 6 SWEEPS OLD. You live with your OSTRICH LUSUS in the SAVANNA.
You love hunting. You often saddle up OSTRICHMOM and ride out into the plains, spearing any beast that you set your sights on. Your aim is very good, and there is no animal that can outrun your steed. Thus, your hive is decorated with numerous EXOTIC HUNTING TROPHIES. You have multiple other interests as well, including BIRDS and the season of WINTER, both of which are sadly missing from your hive in the SAVANNA.

Having caught nearly all the different type of local beasts, you set your eyes on the skies. However, you never could reach any birds with your HUNTING SPEAR, for Ostrichmom sadly lacked the gift of FLIGHT. It has always been your goal to spear a live bird and hang it on your wall. You know you can’t reach them in the sky, but you keep trying. Addiction is a powerful thing.

Your other obsession is the season of WINTER. The very idea of a land where little bits of ice fell from the sky for a quarter of the year has excited you from an early age. As a wriggler, you searched high and low for stories about these places, and even modeled your house after the dwellings of the MYSTICAL FAERIES that live there. Eventually you found a community of others who adored winter like you do, and it has become somewhat of a CULT. Along with your new acquaintances, you collect SNOWGLOBES, the artifacts of the ancients said to have traveled to snowy planets and back to Alternia, bringing some of their essences back with them. Though you would never admit it, they are SOMEWHAT TACKY.

Although your real passion is HUNTING, you actively pretend to want to be a CAVALREAPER. Ever since your BEST FRIEND was killed by a couple of cerulean you’ve decided that your chosen profession of HUNTING* wasn’t protection enough from the HIGHBLOODS. Even though he was a low yellowblood and you’re a midblood, you still feel that you’re in IMMEDIATE DANGER of being culled. Your hive is now decorated to look like some kind of fortress, and you have a COMPETELY UNUSED collection of swords and lances scattered around in it. You also sprinkle archaic pronouns into your speech. However, you’re not really good at pretending, so it’s PRETTY OBVIOUS what your real interests are.

Also because of the INCIDENT, you stick loyally to the hemospectrum, especially when applied to trolls with higher blood than yours. If you are confronted with one and can’t RUN AWAY before they notice you, you will start to talk quickly and use an INDECENT AMOUNT of knightly puns into your speech, even when they don’t really make sense. Your attitude is looser with MIDBLOODS AND LOWBLOODS, and you will befriend any of them, even those with revolutionary tendencies, although you’re not comfortable with helping them conspire against the government.

Had you been of a higher blood and had access to historical literature, you would find out that your ancestor was the legendary HUNTRESS, bane of monsters everywhere.

Your Strife Speibus is SPEARKIND and you employ the TARGET MODUS, with which your cards fly around until you spear the item you want. You are quite skilled at using it, but occasionally the card you want flies way out of reach.

If you ever play a game involving planets and magical powers, you would be the dersite-dreaming SYLPH OF VOID. You would adventure in the LAND OF DEPTH AND SNOW, a mountainous planet full of deep gorges and birds, with your MOUSE consorts.
Your trolltag is sacredPeckbird and o-> you are polite to others, but freak out when talking to one in a higher castle than thee.

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Name: Piccia Marius
Trolltag: sacredPeckbird
Blood Color: Lime, 7f9a00
Symbol: Mars
Lusus: Ostrichmom
Hive: Igloo in the savannah
Fetch Modus: Target – The cards fly around your head until you steal the one you want.
Strife Specibus: Spearkind
Land: Land of Depth and Snow
Title: Sylph of Void
Quirk: Speaks with no capitalization, uses archaic pronouns occasionally, and makes knight puns when stressed.

Her name and trolltag come from the Picus Martius, the woodpecker sacred to Mars.

[Thedoorman]

>Be the dappist highblood you know.....
>okay be the second dappist....
>third?
>just be the one who snaps....

Your name is Denton Bradley you are part of the elite high bloods, and if that wasn't bad enough, also a subjuggulator
you have lived 8 Solar sweeps. you cant remember the last time some ruffian raised his fists to you, and the last time they did they found them self stuck in a fistacuffs match that they couldn't possibly win. you know your royal highblood hell your very VERY aware of it, yet, you dont act upon it. but if the issue is there you will assert your self. Your monocle is of that of your ancestors that you had ever since you were a wiggler.

As with all subjuggulators you need something to keep you self MOTHERFUCKING CALM, your slime tea does this very well. you indulge on this tea everyday, toxic you say? I'm sorry chap you need to speak a bit louder he says. your friends with everyone who will accept it.Everybody you know calls you a walking oxymoron, but you have no idea why. your always up to some kind of little prank you also dont mind throwing in a honk or two.

you and your Giant beetle lusus span your world in searching for the calm peaceful place, and for some more subjuggulators to join your peacefully violent pilgrimage.


Your troll tag is DangerouslyDapperand C|:0)----yOu sure knOw hOw tO talk 1ike a Gent1eman,chap, befOre yOu..... C|>:0(----SN4P

[Lazer Ilitenter]

>Be the... Wait, who are you again?

Your name is MARLIX HASSEN-
Wait no that's wrong

Your name is DEINTA IGNIUS-
No, hang on, that was last week

Your name is DRAKO SEPHIRE-
Well now that one's just complete bullshit, isn't it?



Your name is ZAPHOD LEBAUL. Yes, okay, this is your actual name. ZAPHOD LEBAUL. However, in your line of work, you tend to be quite a few people. You are what some would call a CON MAN. Though, this isn’t entirely true, you don’t just work with scams. You’ve dabbled in a wide variety of INDIGO COLLAR CRIMES, from counterfeiting to art theft to money laundering to pail fraud and more. There is little you wouldn’t do if a large payday were at stake. Since violent crime isn’t really a thing on Alternia, ripping someone off is basically the highest crime in the land. For this reason, no one can know who you really are or you’ll get culled on the spot.

This is why you maintain and use a huge array of ALTERNATE PERSONAS. You hardly ever leave your hive without one of likely THOUSANDS of your costumes. You are an expert in MAKEUP, MASK MANUFACTURING, HORN CONSTRUCTION, and SEWING. You’ve also learned how to ACT over the years, becoming able to change your demeanor, personality, and even your accent as you went on. This was met with… minimal success in your early sweeps. Let’s just say that you’ve gotten the shit kicked out of you for dropping your accent on more than one occasion. However, through trial and error you now think you’ve got this whole BEING ANOTHER TROLL thing down.

Going through this transformation wasn’t all fun and games, though. You commonly have to file down your HORNS so that you can make newer ones that fit over them, another way to avoid detection. You’ve even considered filing down parts of your FACE to an extent to make the application of masks easier, though you’re not quite sure how you would go about that. At one point you had filed off your FINGERPRINTS, but you soon realized you needed those so everything you picked up didn’t fall out of your hand due to a lack of friction. Thankfully, those grew back. You've also had to learn how to SEW, not something a lot of people are fans on on this planet. You think you like sewing, but sometimes you just get so into a character you start to forget what your REAL INTERESTS are. You know you like POOL and CARDS, and other shady, badass hobbies. Also MUSICAL THEATER. Which is also pretty badass considering what they do to the actors if they flub a line.

You know that your track of life is something you won’t be able to keep up forever. Teal bloods live long enough that someone’s going to recognize you one of these days. This is why you’ve actually considered using your talents to join up with the LEGISLACERATORS under a new identity. Yeah, maybe you’d be able to get a by-the-books partner who’s been with the legislacerators for years, while you, a free-willed rogue who doesn’t play by the rules, help him through not only his legal troubles, but his personal life, dealing with your own inner demons along the way, and in the end you both form a bond that no-…Or no wait, that’s the plot to INDIGO COLLAR, your favorite show. That scenario is unrealistic as hell. It’s a good show but… yeah. But hey, you’ve also thought you’d make a good ACTOR on a show like that. If, of course, you can beat your criminal rap.

It’s worth noting that you’ve had some PSYCHIC TRAINING. Being as high up as you are on the hemospectrum, it’s a given that you don’t have any mental powers. This means that any scams or plans you make could be thwarted with as much as a peek into your mind. For this reason, you’ve gone through extensive MENTAL TRAINING, given to you by a SHADY UNDERGROUND ORGANIZATION. Now, unless someone is especially focused on you, if they try to see into your mind they’ll only perceive you as playing GIN RUMMY. Fortunately for you, most of your marks are HIGHBLOODS, unlikely to have psychic powers themselves. You've not had a need for these yet, so you’re not entirely sure if they actually work or if you just lost a thousand caegars to a con man more cunning than yourself.

It may seem glamorous at first, what you do, but like they say, it’s lonely at the top. Anyone who would truly consider you a friend isn’t a friend with you, but MARLIX or DEINTA or TYIREL, and the people you know as your actual self can only be considered sources or acquaintances. And yeah, you try to put some of your own personality into your characters, but none of those people like you for who you are. Granted, who you are is a con man who would rob them blind at the drop of a hat, but you’ve just never found anyone who you could… maybe try NOT stealing from. You also don’t think highly of romance, since there have been more than a few recorded incidents of con men falling in love with a mark and ruining the whole thing. You know at some point you’ll have to start thinking about it, but it just seems so far off that you don’t.

Your hive is to the north of a LARGE CITY in the middle of a DESERT, in the residential area. It’s pretty heavily populated by LOWBLOODS, but hey, you don’t mind. They keep to their own, that’s all that matters. In the middle of the city is an area where HIGHBLOODED ARISTOCRATS gamble their caegars away. The hive is far enough away they won’t be able to accidentally walk in, but close enough that you can get there by foot. Could not be better for you. You have all of your criminal paraphernalia lying around your hive because you figure, hey, whether the empire finds one thing or everything you’re still getting culled. If they find your hive. You have a large PRINTING PRESS and SEWING GALLERY in your basement. That’s also where you keep some of the more… Gaudy stuff in your wardrobe. (You made a blue jacket once. Eeeeuch. You looked like a friggin’ tropical bird all day.)

Your lusus is a CHAMELEON, who tries his best to help you when you need an accomplice. Plus it doesn’t hurt that he can be dressed up like a BEARDED LIZARD, IGUANA, VERY LARGE SALAMANDER, or VERY TINY DRAGON should the need arise for one of your personas to have a lusus. He’ll also try his best to communicate intel to you if you need to go somewhere that might be hot. All in all, he’s a good guardian, if maybe a little on the wimpy side.

You wield a BLADEKIND strife specubus, which you try to use sparingly. If you don’t have to kill someone, you figure you shouldn’t waste the effort. Your fetch modus is PICKPOCKET, which basically works like a WALLET modus except you have to sneak the wallet in and out of a POCKET CARD, and if the modus notices everything in the wallet is flung violently out. Which is great practice for when you’re actually pickpocketing, but if something startles you while you’re procuring an object it tends to get sticky.

You don’t know much about your ANCESTOR, but you found a crate with his symbol on it in a barn once, containing a large amount of PAINTINGS and IDENTIFICATION PAPERS, so you assume he was a scammer so great history never even knew what he was. Which is GOOD. The less you hear about him, the better a job he did, you’d say. There is some story floating around about a TEALBLOOD who helped an economically significant town defend itself against a monster, but you doubt that’s him, that sounds wussy.

Your trolltag (that is to say YOUR trolltag and not one of the numerous ones you use for your scams and cons) is infallibleSheister and Ya don’t tend ta use a lotta fancy quirks an’ whatnot. Just keep it nice an’ clean in case ya gotta change it up in a flash.

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Name: Zaphod Lebaul
Age: 7 Sweeps
Trolltag: infallibleSheister
Blood color: Teal
Quirk: Basically just talks like Joe Pesci
Lusus: Chameleon
Symbol: Key
Fetch Modus: Pickpocket
Strife Specubus: Bladekind
Sgrub Info: NOT YET THOUGHT UP

[Insani]

First troll in AGES. Hooray!

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>Be the angry drummer

nahh man, thats vintah yer talkin BBout, im proBB too chill to BBe anythin BBut me

>Be the obviously high drummer

no, see, winners DDont DDo DDrugs. s'cool though.

Your name is Bendam Zintax, but your friends call you Beat. You are teal-blood of 6 sweeps. Your primary occupation is that of a drummer for a red-blooded, loud-mouthed troll named Arelux Vintah. A teal-blood like you, with your skill, could easily find a better occupation with more skilled bandmembers, but he asked first, so he gets your skills. Although you are mostly a drummer, you aren't too bad with some other instruments, you're quite good with a piano, though not as much as with your drums.

Your interests are mostly focused around music. You have at least one portable music-playing device in your fetch modus at all times, and you often spend your time rocking out. You play the Drums quite well, the Piano not as well but still decently, and you have a rather soothing, chill voice. Despite your love for violent and exciting music, you also enjoy reading books. Long, deep stories are your favorites, although you still find place in your heart for comic books such as ARACHNID-TROLL. You are not too good with computers, as you spend most of your time with other activities. However, for your solo tunes, you use music-editing software. You also enjoy outdoor activities, such as exploring the jungles near the city in which you live. As said before, you love books. However, despite what other trolls may say about your interests contradicting, you still openly express a respect for other art forms such as painting and poetry.

You don't have many plans for the future. You suspect you will be assigned to a long-ranged based military faction, as your skill with RIFLEKIND, specifically sniper rifles, far surpasses your skills with your RAKEKIND. You don't strife much, at all, except that sometimes, when your lusus, who doesn't eat the food you do, is injured, you have to bring back live animals for her. Your sniper rifle isn't too effective, it's rather makeshift and old, but you still use it. Due to the violence of alternian wildlife, you have learned to make your shots count.

As said before, you work with a redblood, known as Arelux Vintah. He is a loud, angry redblood, and plays guitar and handles a large portion of the lyrics. You only joined him because, one day, he recruited you out of the blue, presumably after hearing one of your songs which you post online. As you learned, he is rather stupid. When he was much younger, he broke of his horns... by ramming them into walls. Regardless of this, despite being a bit of a jerk, he really does respect you in his own, unique way. And frankly, his intense guitar goes well with your infernal Beatdown.

You spend your time by reading books from your always expanding library, practicing and making new tunes, editing said tunes, and posting them online on an online music-based forum. You quite well-respected online, and have been paid quite a few times to create special songs for them. Although you are mostly a drummer, you like to experiment with other instruments, and have a wide variety of musical instruments. Most of your tunes are piano / drums with some voice sometimes.

You live in a city with your lusus, a powerful, giant, furry, Golem. A mix of wood, tough, thick skin, and a furry body with powerful claws enables her to be quite the hunter. She commonly goes out to the nearby forest, which is easy to access since you live at the edge of the city, to hunt for food, as she does not eat food that she hasn't killed herself. When she gets into battles with particularly powerful wildlife, you are forced to travel out and hunt for food for her. You live in a semi-luxuriously in a hivestem. The lowerbloods tend to envy you, but you don't flaunt your power and manage to maintain decent relationships with your neighbors.

You tend to act particularly chill. However, especially for a troll, being in a constant state of 'chill' is not natural. Although being semi-cool tends to come naturally, you try not to express your anger. This leaves you open to bursts of anger. Rarely, you are overcome by rage... Luckily, you have trolls like Arelux to help you calm your rage. However, you are able to maintain your cool demeanor quite well, and you rarely, if ever, snap into rage.

Due to your chill personality, you are extremely laid back, and it can take a while for you to snap into action. You tend to rest a lot, due to your power taking up much of your physical strength and exhausting you.

You have a psychic power, which lets you enhance your reflex extremely. You are able to cause the effect on yourself of speeding up your thoughts and reflexes intensely, allowing you to perceive the world around you at extremely slow speeds, allowing you to think things over in times of crisis. However, especially when speeding yourself up intensely, this can tire you out, extremely. You can make every second seem like a minute, or more or less, but using this can tire you out a lot. Due to this, you tend to get exhausted a lot, as part of your fame as a drummer / piano is due to not just your drumming skills, but due to your psychic power allowing you to remember the song and improvise as you go, without disrupting the flow of the song.

You use the SWEET MOVES MODUS, which requires you to dance to a sweet tune. You have mastered it pretty effectively, and you have become good enough at using it to not look like a complete idiot whenever you try to take anything out of it.

Your trollTag is infernalBeatdown and you type with a BBeat BBaseDD style and in a p. cool manner, too.

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His themesong is here:

http://filesmelt.com/dl/Drumming_Som...Dangerous3.mp3