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

**Mibbs** · 02-16-2012, 09:49 AM

>Be the Absolute worst person possible

>be the uuhhh
raging asshole?

Woah okay no sorry

Your name is Jerrks Idgaf and you do NOT GIVE A FUCK.
You have taken this mantra to heart since you were young. Alternia's a shithouse of hormones and idiots about to be culled. You plan on finishing up your fucking prison sentence here, then joining the navy, blowing up some inferior species and die amidst a hail of gunfire. Like any reasonable Sea Dweller, you live in an UNDERWATER FORTRESS you found. You live out in the bay of a very busy city, from which you terrorize with a fist of DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
Much to your chagrin this has made you quite popular among the citygoers as you are NOTORIOUS for standing up against fellow seadwellers that try and muscle in on YOUR TERRITORY. And since you don't give that much of a shit to YOUR TERRITORY the locals are generally left alone.
You are a very active flarper and a die-hard SUBMARAUDER. While you can hold your own on land, your specialty is sinking ships of unwary noblemen. While this nets you a lot of EXP it also nets you a lot of USELESS TREASURE that you leave at the bottom of your bay for anyone to find. This also adds to the idea among the populace that you are a kind and fair guardian of the city, which would drive you BATSHIT UP THE BELFRY if you actually cared.
Your lusus is a Sicklehead Shark that you just call dad and not Sharkdad or some other silly portmanteau because you aren't TWO.
If you were ever to play Sgrub which you probably wouldn't because it's about houses or some crap? And whatever it sounds wicked boring, but if someone roped you into it you would be the Rogue of Space (her house is the standard Space player house she found by an inactive underwater volcano).

You do not use any chat clients with frequency but you have been known to occasionally sign on to the account DuchessoftheBay
and you odnt have a lame ass quirk and you dont giv a shit abiut errors and crap

**nickelangelo** · 02-18-2012, 10:29 AM

Your name is Areola Halysi, and you are an eight sweep old enthusiastic yellowblood.
You are a devoted SEMI-HEMOLOYALIST, giving your betters GENUINE RESPECT, but also being a FRIENDLY and more often than not MEDDLESOME to the ones of lower blood castes, which are surprisingly few, considering your own blood color. You are a potent PSIONIC, abilities which could easily get you the job of a helmsman (or in your case a helmswoman), if it weren't for your current job as an ATTENDANT to the highbloods of the Church of Honk. Your lusus, a giant female SPARROW, made sure you grew up well behaved and ready to take on any assignment one of a higher blood caste may give you.

Your INTERESTS are not very varied, since you spend a lot of your time working, but now and then you find a little free time for yourself. You are considered to be an expert DEMONOLOGYST, especially in the field of the dreaded "angels", mythological creatures which fascinate you. You also believe in the foretold VAST HONK, and you often pray to the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS, you being a very religious individual. These interests occupy most of your time, of course except your love for SEWING AND KNITTING. Yes, you love sewing and knitting, and you are so HORRIBLE at it you can't possibly get worse. You possess a vast COLLECTION of NEEDLES, SHITTY SEWING PROJECTS and DEMONOLOGY BOOKS, all of which you keep to yourself.

Your WORK, which, as previously mentioned, occupies you most of the time, consists of you working as a HONK PRIESTESS. You are one of the few lowblooded attendants to the highbloods who embrace the art and religion of subjugglators, who one day will become members of this highly honored party themselves. Initially, your role was to auspisticize between highbloods, but you have recently been PROMOTED due to stopping one of them from CULLING half of the other lowblood honk priests with minimal, but acceptable casualties. As a REWARD, you received a UNIFORM which you wear proudly. Your role now consists of acting as a MOIRAIL to the highblood you stopped, both in order to further keep him CALM and LEVELHEADED and in order not to get KILLED BY HIM. Possible murderous outcomes notwithstanding, you consider your job highly IMPORTANT and a great HONOR.

(you in your honk priestess uniform)

Your own a miracle modus, which you still have NO IDEA about how it works, despite your best efforts to UNDERSTAND IT. Your strife specibus is STAFFKIND, and a friend of yours, who happens to be a NERD skilled TECHNO-MANIAC, made you a SPECIAL STAFF which can handle your PSIONIC ABILITIES, in a way in which you can create a BUBBLE around yourself both for PROTECTION and OFFENSE, as you can LEVITATE around with it. You are thankful for this gift, because otherwise your abilities become UNSTABLE and you CAN'T USE THEM ANYWAY.

Your view on the quadrants is mixed, as you are positive about being completely INCAPABLE of finding a kismesis, your only hope of black romance being the occasional AUSPISTICIZING you do between the future subjugglators. Your hope for red romance is almost as lost, being in a MOIRALLEGIANCE with a highly dangerous highblood and without enough time to consider a viable MATESPRIT.

You are regarded as a very WEIRD troll to be around, mainly because of your OPTIMISTIC and CHEERFUL nature, and of course because of your PITY and CARE for the rustbloods, but these traits are TOLERATED due to your so far UNQUESTIONABLE LOYALTY to the higher castes. You are not bent on killing other trolls, and even if you do have to defend yourself from time to time, you don't let that interfere with your fondness for troll society and culture.

Your trolltag is maidofMessiahs, and you (.) Speak replacing the letter o with (), als() replacing punctuati()n marks "." "!" and "?" with (.),(!) and (?) b()th at the end and beginning of the sentence (.)

TL;DR

**llamamiah** · 02-18-2012, 03:42 PM

>Be the grain-farming mother-figure.

--That's--Fine--By--Me--<-

Your name is FRUMEN FALXEA.

You operate a GRAIN FARM on TROLL KANSAS, one of the numerous planets that was once uninhabited, and therefore easily colonized by TROLLKIND. Yours was colonized well over TEN THOUSAND SWEEPS AGO. You frequently work NIGHT-IN, NIGHT-OUT, farming all this goddamn grain. Your TEMPLE HIVE features dozens of storage rooms for all the products you make. LEOMADRE wasn't very happy that you took up agriculture instead of HUNTING, but she learned to deal with it.

Your interests aren't very, well, VARIED. You spend almost all your time FARMING and BAKING and PREPARING all that goddamn grain, so you get very little time to yourself. You do, however, enjoy listening to TROLL DISNEY SONGS while you work, especially those which feature A DISTRAUGHT MOIRAIL TRYING TO REALIZE THEIR TRUE FEELINGS while FIGHTING AWAY PITIFUL LOWBLOODS THAT ATTEMPT TO STOP THE MOIRAIL'S MISSION FROM SUCCEEDING. You also ocassionally watch the incredibly long-lasting TROLL ILLINIOIS TELEVISION SHOW known as THE BLUES BLOODERS. The wacky shenanigans and true moirailship make your NON-AQUATIC BLADDER-BASED VASCULAR ORGAN go aflutter! Sadly, you haven't watched it in a while because the HARVEST SEASON has been here for about THREE WEEKS, thus making you INCREDIBLY BUSY.

You ocassionally play TYCOON GAMES, where you get to create your own LEMONADE INDUSTRY or KNIFE MONOPOLY or various other things. You think you're RELATIVELY DECENT AT THEM, but you're way at the bottom of the LEADERBOARDS, because you play them CASUALLY, as they should be.

Your HIVE is a MASSIVE TEMPLE, and you act as a PRIESTESS for a TROLL KANSAS AGRICULTURAL DEITY.

You frequently act as a MOIRAIL for other Trolls, and some haters call you a PALESLUT. They might as well hate, because it won't anger you. You even protect and harbor TROLLS WITH DEAD LUSII, and your Hive has quite a lot of CHAMBERS where they live.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to POLESIKLKIND, which allows you to wield SICKLE POLEARMS. You use a SEMI-LEGENDARY POLESICKLE that you found buried in your FIELDS, which is called THE CEREAL SLAYER. It's made of SOLID SILVER, and you mainly use it to THRESH YOUR CROPS and to fight off WIDESKULL SHEDTAIL SLITHERLIMBED SCALEBEASTS, which are ocassionally called BROADHEAD SKINKS, but that's a stupid name.

Your FETCH MODUS is the FERTILIZATION MODUS. All your items are represented as SEEDS, which slowly SPROUT, BUD, and BLOSSOM. After they blossom, you can successfully retrieve the item. You can also captchalogue ANY SIZE OF ITEM, but the bigger it is, the LONGER it takes to finish each stage.

On TROLLIAN, you are referred to as guardianGranery, --And--Your--Words--Are--On--A--Stalk--Of--Wheat--And--They--Are--Very--Precisely--Pronounced--But--When--Angered--You--Get--Your--FLAME--On--<-

Details:

**illogicalInsomniac** · 02-19-2012, 04:18 PM

>Be the shady illusionist seadweller.

Your name is VESPER KELOSI, and you really are obsessed with MAGIC. Actually, it’s just sleight-of-hand, simple illusion. You’ve known that for a long time, but actually explaining how you do your, ahem, "INSANE MAJYYKS AND STUFF" simply takes too long. You’d much rather pretend, in the spirit of SHOWMANSHIP.

For almost the entirety of your life, you’ve lived in the depths of the Alternian sea with your elusive lusus, an ANGLERFISH. She’s a role model of sorts and a master of illusion. To your chagrin, you can’t find her half the time. You’d be completely content to remain safe under the waves, except for the obvious limitations of living underwater. These include a marked inability to start fires, create smoke or sparks, throw cards or knives, heck, it just makes magic performances ludicrously difficult. Because of this, you've been known to dabble in CHEMISTRY in the hopes of fixing at least a few of these problems.

As for your personality, you’re a bit childish and enjoy pretending, as evidenced by your love of “magic”. However, people do tend to try to take advantage of this, lying, stealing, threatening, and whatnot. Probably because you come across as a bit naïve. Deep down, you are. However, you have gotten a bit cynical, and have trouble trusting people, since, as you know, not everything is as it seems. Besides, you have a healthy appreciation for a good deception, and will grudgingly respect someone who can truly fool even you. That being said, you try not to lie, and you do genuinely care for your friends, outside trust issues notwithstanding.

Generally, considering your ridiculously violent culture, you have a relatively optimistic outlook. Although, as a semi-royal, you're in no position to complain about the hemospectrum, you don't judge others based on blood color. You don’t like the stereotype of seadwellers as bad guys, and you wish you were actually in a position to say otherwise. For the most part, you’re NOT TOO BAD at fighting, but you only fight in self-defense, and aren’t usually one to initiate a confrontation.
However, you are indeed going a little bit crazy. Terrible dreams have been keeping you up all day. Sopor isn’t helping, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last. You spend your sleepless days practicing magic acts, talking to friends on Trollian, or drawing on walls, to the frustration of those around you. At night, you often take trips to land to visit your friends, explore, perform, and do experiments with those chemicals you've been working on. Fittingly enough, the symbol on your shirt is an old alchemical symbol for FIRE of CIRCULATION, and your trolltag is illusoryIgnition.
> You talk w!th a certa!n dramat!c EMPHAS!S!

Your FETCH MODUS is SLEIGHT-OF-HAND. To access an item, you just need to have the captchalogue card in your hand. The catch is that you have to get it there without anyone seeing how you did so. Unless you intend to carry an entire deck in one hand ALL THE TIME, you have to be a bit sneaky. Not too difficult for a magician-in-training like you, is it? It’s great and quite convenient, actually, except that if you’re caught or you manage to drop the deck, all your stuff flies out and lands in a pile on the ground. Embarrassing.
Your strife specibus consists of a few well-concealed THROWING KNIVES, aka KNIFEKIND. Or possibly a messed-up BLADEKIND. You haven’t really given these silly abstractions much thought. Also in your strife deck is the FIREWORKKIND specibus, which is, of course, much more fun. However, you’d rather save your supply of fireworks for bigger stuff. What kind of stuff? You can’t say. You just know it’ll be huge, destructive, and incredibly fun.

Sometimes, you like to imagine what would happen if some sort of video game changed reality and took you to a different planet, a MEDIUM of sorts. You would almost certainly end up in the land of SMOKE and MIRRORS (heh), surrounded by odd little BAT-CONSORTS. If successful, you'd eventually get the title of ROGUE OF SHADE. You admit that you spend a bit too much time daydreaming about such foolishness.

TL;DR:

**Overlard** · 02-19-2012, 09:22 PM

> Be the whiny prick

"/You do realize that was probably the absolute worst insult you could come up with, right? At least TRY when you're insulting!|"

> Just be the doomsday pessimist

"/That....that wasn't even an insult. Are you even listening to me?|"

Your name is PEXSAU LIVIBO, you've got GREEN BLOOD (#0c5e00) and you just KNOW that everything is going to hell around here and has been for all of your EIGHT SWEEPS.

To be more specific, you're a large PESSIMIST and a firm believer in TROLL-MURPHY'S LAW. Anything that can go wrong, WILL go wrong. You're speaking from experience, generally being used to living a life that you define as "/Nothing but fuck ups.|" Your moderate place on the hemospectrum may have prevented you from being even worse of a screw up, not that it particularly helps your self image. You've found whenever you dare to hope for something, it gets burnt and sent to oblivion. It namely started with hoping you'd never have to wear glasses. Obviously that specific dream got quickly ended. You also hoped to keep your right eye in a scuffle with a wild animal, but the furball clawed it out. You've tried to start a few businesses, such as making books or trying to help repair small items like computers, but these all burnt and crashed as well. Eventually you just learned to give up and spare yourself the trouble of caring.

Nowanights, you like to study up on apocalypse theories instead of doing much in the way of productive things. You're actually hoping the apocalypse arrives sooner rather than later, because then you could say "/I told you so!!!|" to everyone and get punched in the face. Plus you wouldn't have to join the fleet, which you personally dread since you have severe doubts on your survival capability. You're also a fan of WIGGLER'S CARTOONS because hey, at least those are still somewhat funny as you could never get into the reality ones. Additionally, you dabble in bits of FORTUNE TELLING, if only to make a few quick caegars off trolls you deem "/Saps.|" Plus it's entertaining to watch your own predictions fail, in a weird way. You have a bad HABIT of collecting BOOKS and TOMES but never actually reading them as well. You end up just tossing them into piles and reading the incredibly SHITTY ones only. It's no wonder why you've got no hope left in the literature industry either.

Your lusus is a rather lazy SLOTH. Jerk can't even get his own food and moves at a rate of zero fucks per ever. The relationship between the two of you is rather frosty, given that you don't exactly like how lazy he is. Since when was it YOUR job to take care of him? You do so grudgingly, if only because he made sure you survived grubhood. He's also not the brightest fellow there ever was, as he keeps falling onto the ground after mistaking his arm as a tree branch. You're surprised he's lived this long, quite frankly.

Your hive is located in a LAWNRING near a FOREST. It's actually sparsely populated enough to count as rural. There are even a few farmers and ranchers around you. The only plus side you can think of for this is that at least it's quiet. But every time you see another troll build his hive in the area, you get a little more aggravated. Why can't these jerks just live somewhere else!

With OTHERS you can be a bit of an ASSHOLE sometimes. It's never really that intentional, your personality just makes you come across as such. You're quick to tell them it won't work out and they better get used to it. You can be pretty DRLY SARCASTIC and UNCARING about most issues. You've been known to make some rather UNCOUTH jokes as well, not having much shame. Around the few friends you have, you act a bit more ENERGETIC and actually try to somewhat get along with them. But only so much.

Your FETCH MODUS is PROPHECY. Instead of becoming a ranting and raving loon to retrieve your item as one might expect, you've actually got to come up with a half-way decent sounding DOOMSDAY prediction. Usually you try to rip ones off from stories you've read, but lately you've had to get really creative with it. The more valuable item, the more dramatic the doom must be.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is macheteKind. Pretty self explanatory, you have a machete. It guts and stabs things. End of story.

If you got bored enough to play a certain GAME, you would be the PAGE of DOOM in the LAND of HILLS and CRATERS

Your trolltag is hopelessClairvoyant and you tend to "/Assume your words won't make it either.|"

TL;DR

**Blizz98** · 02-20-2012, 02:18 AM

>Be The Protective Redblood.

You are Ardane Sempri, you are 6 sweeps old.

You are at the Bottom of Troll Society, your Blood the Lowest of the Low, the most reviled of all. This fact doesn't really bother you so much, as a matter of fact you are fairly LOYAL to the HEMO-HIEARCHY, at least as far as to respect the places of those that would exercise their technical authority, you ain't lickin' no boots, no matter how tasty they may or may not be. You have what could be described as a BIG BROTHER compulsion, which drives you to protect those who are in danger, particularly those who do not appear to be capable of escaping said danger on their own.

Your Interests are the assorted but all funamentaly related to DOGS, WOOFBEASTS, and other assorted CANINES, such as chewing on boots ocassionally, and other doggy things. As well as RUNNING AROUND, watching MOVIES WHICH FEATURE DOGS, particularly IN WHICH A PRIVELEGED FEMALE DOG AND AND STREET DOG ENGAGE IN RED ROMANCE, That is the abridged title, obviously, but GOD do you love that film.

Your Hive is a fairly average hive in the Rural outlands, with plenty of space for ACTS OF PHYSICAL FRIVOLITIES INVOLVING CANINES, such as Catch, chase the Nutbeast, and agressing COURIERS OF THE MAIL. It is, aside from that fairly unremarkable, although increadibly SWARMED, with PUPPIES AND DOGS OF ALL AGES.

Being as you are, a LOWBLOOD, you have been gifted with Moderate Psychic ability, in your case the oh so fitting capacity to project forcefields. Not particularly LARGE Forcefields, you can generally only cover yourself and whover happens to be behind you.

As Implied before, much like your canine companions and Lusus, you DESPISE, MAILMEN, perhaps it was due to your DEVILDOG lusus' upbringing or perhaps the fact that the only news they give YOU particularly tends to be terrible, but you just hate MAILMEN and other DELIVERS OF MAIL, so, so much. Aside from MAILMEN however, you generally feel LOYAL and PROTECTIVE to those whove have earned your Friendship.

While you do have some minor telekinetic talent, you didn't feel it was powerful enough to replace your STRIFE SPECIBUS, as such you have allocated a nifty pair of RAZOR GAUNTLETS into your CLAWKIND specibus. Your fetch modus is the 'FETCH' where you must toss and catch a ball containing your object to retrieve it, its not very practical, but oh so much fun.

Your Lusus is some sort of DEVILDOG, or something, honestly your uncertain, it doesn't resemble the myriad of other BEASTS OF A CANINE PERSUASION, beyond Cosmetically. One thing that can be said about him is that he is ABSURDLY INTELLIGENT for a Lusus, and you frequently engage in Psychic Conversation when not engaged in something more entertaining, which is not often.

Your Trolltag is dutifulCanine, and you tend to insetter terrierble dog puns and other arful woofplay into your speech.

Tl:Dr

**Emochick** · 02-20-2012, 01:38 PM

Your name is Kayame Helena and you are a 6 sweep old tealblood.
You live in the artic regions of Alternia with your lusus a saber-tooth tiger lusus you like to call snow. She is a very protective guardian but is barely an adult herself and doesn't realize that she is as big and strong as she is and her playtimes often end badly for you. Because of this you don't mind the cold and often draw pictures of the oceans and areas around your hive that you have started selling at the urging of your matesprit.
Along with this you also like to sing put your not to sure if you are very good at it as you don't like to sing when others are around. You also really like pickles and Monsters which is actually the only soda you like and might help explain why you are often hyper.
You admit that you are strongly against the hemospectrum and often don't care if the troll your talking to is a highblood or a lowblood and one sure way to make you mad is when someone is mistreating another troll for the simple reason that they are higher than another.
For the most part you are very upbeat and possitive, a trait that you often pass on to others you meet. You do have one problem though. You suffer from short term memory loss and this has led to you forgetting to eat many times dispite her efforts Snow hasn't managed to help to much in this and instead you have made it your matesprit's job to remind you.
Your strife specibus is set to 2xswordkind using two shortswords, one has a snake around the handle and the other's is shaped like bat wings. Your modus is set to songkind. To retrieve an item you have to sing a certain note or series of notes.
You trolltag is mysticalSaber and you speak With always capitalizeing your B's and D's.

**Maliwan** · 02-20-2012, 09:21 PM

> Be the mid-blooded cool-looking guy.

N0w THIS is an intr0 s0m30n3 can appr3ciat3.

Your name is Arkadas Ebedi, and you tend to FLIP SHIT SOMETIMES FOR NO APPARENT REASON. But that's cool. It was all worth it.
You're about 7 solar sweeps old, and goddamn do you love weapons. In fact, you love weapons so much, that you can't help but have an insane variety. But one's Strife Portfolio can only contain so many specibi. So, naturally, you go with two of the most.. Variable Strifekinds. Dicekind and Jokerkind. But Jokerkind is what makes you FLIP SHIT SOMETIMES FOR NO APPARENT REASON. But the power behind it, as also previously stated, was all worth it.

Where were you? Ah, yes. Your trollTag is spectralJuggernaut and you are the KING OF CHAOS. Whatever that means. It's a pretty damn cool title, you suppose. Your lusus is a lion with a flaming mane, who has taught you the thrill and rewards of THE HUNT. Your quirk is G0ddamn aw3s0m3, as y0u 1ik3 t0 t311 y0urs31f. You don't really care about the hemospectrum all that much, and you've got buddies on both ends of it. You've got some pretty sick psychic powers, but you don't use them unless you get REALLY FUCKIN' PISSED OFF.

**Insani** · 02-21-2012, 04:12 AM

edit: DERP SORRY GUYS I POSTED IT EARLY, THIS POST WILL BE FULLY DEVELOPED SOON...ISH...

>Be the walrus
but, the walrrus Is paul! D:

>I... really should have seen that coming.
yep! :D

>Can I enter your name now?
okay, but no funny busIness, m-mIsterr!

>Paul S-
ugh! >XO

Your name is Sabril Phrelt, and you are a 6 sweep old walrus troll. You have been given Green blood, and as such, you have been gifted with an extremely troublesome psychic power. The fact that your lusus is a large furry Walrus, that you live in the much colder regions due to said lusus, and that you have unusually large fangs has given you the nickname of 'Walrus'. You're not particularly troubled by this, you suppose. Afterall, your Lusus is quite adorable! Although she is not a conventional Walrus, as she has fur and two pairs of leg-like things.

You have a variety of interests, some of which involve fishing and socializing. You prefer to stay indoors, though, as a greenblood like you is not fit for the snowy regions of Alternia. When you do go outside, you do so with excessive clothing. You don't tend to go near other trolls much, nor they you, due to your troublesome psychic power, but we'll get to that later. You also sometimes snuggle with your lusus, which is not disgusting because she has fur. You also sometimes hunt nearby wildlife for food, although you often have to resort to using your psychic power to escape, when you encounter some of the stronger creatures. Using Harpoonkind, you are able to at least gain enough food for a few days whenever you go out hunting, although you try to make sure to store some in advance. There aren't many cities / towns near your region of Alternia, most trolls choose to build their hives in warmer locations.

Some of your other interests include gaming. You quiet enjoy games such as TERRIFYING WARRIO MARAUDERS, which, although the original was quiet old, keeps getting exploited with spinoffs such as WARRIO GALAXIES and SUFFARIOSTASH. You also have a fondness for movies, particularly Scifi / action related ones, which you sometimes watch with your lusus, although she never quite gets whats happening. You wouldn't tell anyone, but all of your movie-watching sessions are full of gasps and shrieks. You simply cannot contain your reactions to all the suspense and thrills, and you're sure that if anyone ever kept your company, they would find it extremely embarrassing. You don't watch too many horror movies, but when you do, you scream a lot. You do so usually when you're feeling particularly brave, but afterwards you are transformed into a quivering pile of troll. Unlike many trolls, you don't have many plans for the future at all. Surviving in the cold is enough danger as it is, and you figure you'll get assigned to something you're good at anyway. Despite your love for socializing, you are forced to have to keep your relationships online. You used to FLARP a bit, but you found that the only people who wanted to team with someone as terrifying as you were usually terrifying themselves!

As said before, you use Harpoonkind. Despite your rather agile and powerful build, gained from sweeps in the arctic, you are still outclassed by most of the monsters and trolls who you stumble upon. Luckily, you have a terrifying, if unfortunate, psychic power. You have a constant distortion field around you that warps your appearance and the sound of your voice. The modifiers are based off of your mental images and ideas as to what monsters would look and sound like. Although you can tone it down or crank it up, it is very hard for you to keep it from making you look terrifying. To do so, you must wear extremely innocent clothes and mantain a positive mental outlook. Although you are completely convinced otherwise, the power is controllable, but you simply haven't learned how yet. Eventually, you may learn the secrets of your psychic powers, but for now, you try to keep all your relationships online. Your huge teeth do not help make it easier for you to look normal. You tend to exploit this by wearing white clothing, as from what you can tell, it makes you look like a huge, horrifying angel. Luckily, your lusus is able to tell it's you, somehow. You're not sure if it's some sort of weird scent thing, but she always knows when it's you.

Despite your usual cheerful nature, you can sometimes get extremely depressed due to your psychic power, as it really does bother you that you can't socialize with trolls anywhere but online. It's hard having a psychic power like you do. It's hard and nobody understands.

As hinted at before, you live in a snowy region of Alternia, with your lusus, who is a big, furry walrus with four small leg-like things. She's not very agile, but she is still extremely powerful. She has amazing tusks, even for a Walrus, just as you have amazing fangs, especially for a troll. She seems quite nice and protective of you, and sometimes you two snuggle up together and fall asleep, which you instantly regret, due to the horrifying nightmares that you endure afterwards. This has happened extremely often, due to your adorable love for your Walrus of a lusus.

You wield the PHYSICAL BOX modus, which is as redundant as it's title is. Your MODUS isn't really physical, but the items you carry are affected by what happens to you, so sometimes you end up getting items frozen when you withdraw them, but luckily they end up defrosting quickly enough, unrealistically so. And it'd be a pain in the ass if you caught on fire. You're sure you would have quite a fire in your... pants, or back, or hair? You're really not sure where the modus is stored, as it's supposed to be bound to some part of you. Maybe your hands? You're not quite sure how this works.

You don't really care too much about the hemospectrum. You try to be polite to those to care, but you like to be cheerful and friendly towards everyone! You occasionally travel around from your hive sometimes, and take vacations to some of the warmer parts of Alternia for a little while. You usually end up sleeping in some town or abandoned hive. Normally a troll would be worried about her hive being looted, but trolls rarely venture far enough to see your hive.

Your trolltag is frostbittenAdventuress and you type wIth a frrostbItten mannerr, as If a-at everry moMent y-you arre frrozen half to death. soMetIMes, the cold makes you stutterr a bIt. you emphasIze your coldness wIth Icy words OwO

**Overlard** · 02-21-2012, 04:56 PM

> Be the cutthroat bitch who's a total moron

"#h lad, yer itchin' f#r a keelhaul aren't ya!"

> Er ah I mean um be the totally awesome pirate!

"Mhmm, g##d lad~"

Your name is Haydel Killig, you've got NINE SWEEPS and ZERO REGRETS!

Your rich SEADWELLING PURPLE BLOOD (#66003B) would be seen as a great boon by many a troll. And they'd be right! It has totally made your life ridiculously easy. So easy in fact, that around four sweeps or so ago you got completely and utterly bored with everything. Not one to let this settle into a mind-crushing rut of boredom, you quickly decided to stop faffing about underwater at all times and head to the surface. It was so...ADVENTUROUS! You were completely enraptured by everything up there, since you had foolishly never chosen to venture forth before, nor had your lusus deigned to make you. This sense of wonder lasted all of five seconds before you loudly proclaimed you were "B#red agin'!, so you marched off to see if anything on land could actually hold your small attention span. Eventually you just gave up and plopped down on a beach to watch the ocean from land. It looked almost serene, peaceful even! Then a pair of FLARPers on opposing teams sailed by on ships, trading cannon shots. You were promptly shredded by grape shot as they sailed past and just as quickly left for dead. Really very unfortunate! What was fortunate was that you had the stubborn will to cling onto life long enough to struggle back to your hive and harangue your lusus into fixing you back up. From that point onwards, you were more than a little obsessed with REV- no? Oh. With PIRATES, yes.

See, you had heard of pirates before. In stories sometimes told to you by your lusus before getting a good day's rest. You never really paid them much mind, you were a little bit busier trying out every last hobby you could get your hands on. A troll like you could only be entertained with something so long, and nothing seemed to stick! But when that night occurred, it finally clicked in you. That's what you wanted to be like! No, not a FLARPer, that's stupid. A pirate! All the fun of killing and looting without the embarrassing roleplaying part! Once you had managed to fight off the various infections, diseases, and ailments from being scored with grapeshot, you strapped a rather pointless belt and sheathe to your waist and headed back to the land. Once there, you started to clumsily attempt to chop down trees to make woods and planks for a ship. Needless to say, you weren't a very skilled craftswoman. You easily solved this problem by marching up to the nearest hive you could find and threatened the troll at sword point to build you a ship.

Several shenanigans, misunderstandings, nights, and thoroughly annoyed lowbloods later, you had a mighty SHIP! Or at least it's mighty to you. In reality it's more of a middlin' ship, but you're happy with it. Once you had the ship in your filthy mitts, you were all set to be a real pirate! Save for the foul and rancorous crew. It's strangely hard to find anyone willing to be a pirate, or even good enough to BE one! The thought of shanghaiing trolls has occurred to you, but those rats usually choose to drown then remain under your forced work codes. Nevertheless, you tried to persevere!

And now we find you here, at the tender age of nine sweeps. At least four sweeps spent learning the ins and outs of troll society at the end of your sword. You've seen and done quite a bit in those four sweeps, but you're just raring to join the fleet and start the REAL adventure. Until then, you're content with tormenting land dwellers like there's no tomorrow and bombarding anyone lower than you on the seadweller spectrum with cannonballs. It's hard to run a ship with no crew, but you make do. As in the whole thing is horribly inefficient and moves quite slowly, alas.

You naturally still retain a few regular hobbies to keep yourself from being bored once more. You enjoy collecting and then subsequently BURYING treasure in seemingly random locations. You of course leave yourself little maps filled with clues to tell you how to get there. If someone else ever finds the treasures....well, good fortune to them then. You actually have no way of finding anyone who happens to steal your treasure, but you always swear an oath to find them one night and "run them through." You also like to drink tons of RUM, you just can't get enough of the stuff. Of course this also tends to leave you rather...ahem, drunk. Off of your keister, as it were. You actually can't remember quite a few nights due to this, but you're positive that they ended on only the highest of notes. You also enjoy collecting pirate ANTIQUES. You know, stuff that FLARPers have left behind! Old cannons, jolly roger flags, anything really! Finally, you just love to write terrible pirate fan fiction. It's a well guarded secret and you'd kill anyone who'd find out. Said fanfiction is very awkward and filled with "romance" and "shipping" of all four quadrants. You fortunately never put yourself in the books, if only because you know you're already the BESTEST PIRATE EVER. Clearly. Instead you just write tales of a BADASS pirate crew who fly for the ALTERNIAN FLEET and CONQUER all the worlds. All of them.

Your HIVE is completely underwater and guarded by your LUSUS, a LIONFISH. Big girl has a bit of a hard time actually moving you around with all her spines, but she manages. She's fairly aggressive, always wanting you to be fighting and skirmishing. Sometimes she makes you attack around her spines to get used to avoiding defenses, which you sort of appreciate. In the round-a-bout "at some point this will probably be useful" way. As for your actual hive, it's pretty lavish and decorated with many PIRATEY TRINKETS and TREASURE. It would almost feel like an antique shop if it weren't for the odd animal skull that can be found. You tend to collect piles of those for novelty purposes. That and a good sit on the SHARP AND ANGULAR skull pile is always....yeah you're not gonna lie, it's pretty awful.

On a personal level, you tend to be very LOUD and RAUCOUS. You like to TEASE other trolls about their habits and make fun of their faults. Usually this just amounts to calling them COWARDS. You're also very energetic and start to threaten the other troll if they begin to bore you. You're a bit of a bitch and you couldn't give less of a damn! You even enjoy telling the odd tale of other trolls you've slain! Of course these aren't exactly huge numbers here, but embellishing never hurt anybody. Maybe.

Your FETCH MODUS is currently set to YE INSULTE. To retrieve your item, you must give a sufficiently pirate-y insult. Whatever the card deems "pirate-y" is another matter entirely. Half the time you're not entirely sure what you're even saying, really.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to rapierKind and you have cannonKind in reserve for being at sea. Technically this means you could also deploy a cannon on land, yes. But then you'd have to hope the other guy holds still long enough to get hit and you really don't have that much patience on you.

If you were to play a stupid GAME for kicks, you would be the QUEEN of RAGE in the LAND of STORMS and SMOKE.

Your trolltag is "ravagingCorsair" and you "Tend t# speak a bit r#ughly, aye?"

TL;DR

**Madd-D** · 02-21-2012, 06:01 PM

( UPDATED BIO! Deleted the last one. Please change the link to her accordingly. )

==> Be the dumpster-diving amnesiac.

Your name is AMNIRVA DYMPHNA, but you often forget that. You are pretty sure you are 6.46 SWEEPS OLD, but that fact often escapes you as well. However, there is one indisputable fact you will never forget, and that is that you are a RUSTBLOOD. You know you are low, and you have come to accept the sad truth. In fact, you are DEATHLY AFRAID OF HIGHBLOODS.

Although you cannot recall the events that caused this fear, you believe that highbloods are to blame for your SEVERE CASE OF AMNESIA. You awoke one day in the middle of nowhere, bloody and on the verge of death. You cannot thank your WARTHOG LUSUS enough for saving your life. However, you had no idea who you were after that. Since that day, you’ve built up a profile for yourself, and have also recalled faint memories from the past.

Despite this fear of highbloods, you have the BEST MORAIL EVER, CLAUDIUS PEKKE, a seadweller. Due to your amnesia, you can be a DANGER TO YOURSELF, often forgetting how to use common sense. Your dependence turned you towards him, and you cannot imagine life without him.

Your HIVE is CAVE-LIKE and located near a city of other rustbloods. You spend most of your time COLLECTING RARE KNICK-KNACKS AND NOVELTY TOYS. Your hive is nearly filled to the brim with limited-edition and one-of-a-kind items; this is because you buy multiples of the same items, forgetting which ones you already own. Needless to say, your home is EXTREMELY UNTIDY, but you like it like that. Being surrounded by the things you love helps your forget your sorrows.

Your favorite thing to collect is ACTION FIGURES, preferably super heroes. You actually have a secret fantasy of CAPTAIN ALTERNIA sweeping you off your lowblood feet and treating you like an Empress, but you know that is silly and impossible.

As stated earlier, your lusus is a WARTHOG. To feed her and yourself, you go DUMPSTER DIVING everyday and drag out whatever you can find. This gives you a NATURAL STENCH, to which you don’t even attempt to cover up. But to be courteous to your friends, you often wear whatever cheap perfume you manage to find.

Speaking of friends, you feel the need to mention how little you have. From the looks of your trollslum, you had quite a few friends before THAT DAY, but you could not remember any of them, SAVE FOR ONE, who holds a special place in your heart. Your handle is bemusedPackrat, and you tend to “stumble around yith wour words, babbling ‘uhum’ when you rannot cemember what you were talking about. you also use smilies with pute ciggy noses. :Θ)”

More art of her can be found here:

**InsanicAsu** · 02-22-2012, 12:52 AM

Your name is ADESSI MARIHO and you are 8.77 sweeps old.
You are a redblood, at the bottom of the spectrum. You used to hate the spectrum, well, technically you still do, but you are much more hemoloyal than you used to be. Before, you used to give highbloods a run for their money, now, you will do as they say even if it leads to your detriment.

To start off, you enjoy few things in life. Those things being sewing, and dollmaking. You have turned them both into careers. You sew clothing for those who are interested, and make lifelike dolls for those who are looking for something a little more.

You have two powers, you are a powerful telekinetic, capable of lifting boulders and ripping trees from the earth itself. You are also a one-way telepath, you can project your thoughts onto others, but you cannot read their minds in return. Both powers aid you in communication.

Why? Well, for one your eyes are no longer residing in your head. You removed them several sweeps ago after an incident with your then matesprit, but we'll get into that later. The telekinesis allows you to essentially see without your eyes, so you don't miss them too terribly much. As for the telepathy, at one point your mouth was sewn shut, but you have since stopped the tradition as per request of your current matesprit, Sharma Parviz.

As for the incidents leading up to your sewn appearance...
A few sweeps ago you had a matesprit and a kismesis. You were happy with said quadrants. Your kismesis was going to be conscripted, though, and as the time grew closer his behavior changed and you found that you were beginning to pity him, and hate your matesprit. The quadrant change enraged the both of them, your kismesis sewed your mouth shut and your matesprit blinded you with fire.

You weren't capable of pitying your matesprit after that, so he decided to continue being your kismesis, but he was cruel. For one, you couldn't even see him with your telekinesis because he was high up enough that it didn't effect him. He used this to his advantaged and belittled, harassed and essentially abused you until you snapped. One day you killed him. You mourned the loss nonetheless, and turned him into one of your dolls which you carry with you always.

It is because of him that you're now hemoloyal at least outwardly. You buried your past rebellious attitudes and replaced them with submission and a willingness to avoid being punished. Highbloods still scare you, especially when they use your blindness to their advantage.

Your lusus is a simple field mouse. You get along fairly well, but she mostly fends for herself and hasn't really played a major part in your life for sweeps.

Your fetch modus is handicraft, you have to sew an item into place to get it in there, and cut it out with scissors to remove it.
As for your strife specibus, it is allocated to yarnKind, which is a lot more dangerous than it sounds.

Your trolltag is threadbareRagdoll, and you ┅┅ stitch all of your words neatly into place and speak as properly as possible, never using contractions. ┅┅✖

**Dragongirl30894** · 02-22-2012, 01:15 PM

-> Be the deaf painter.

Your name is Caspio Claude, and you're the best painter of all Alternia. Well, no, probably not, but you're still pretty good. And yep, you're deaf. Hatched like that really. Or at least that's what you think, you don't have any real memory of what's it like to hear things, so you can only assume you've been deaf since hatching. Ironically enough, your horns look like animal ears, but whatever. Enough of this, let's get to your interests.

As mentioned before, you're a painter, so painting is one obvious interest of yours. Though you always use your fingers to paint instead of brushes. Even your best pieces are all fingerpainted. You just like the feel of the paint on your skin, it's so nice. You've actually gotten really good at this finger painting thing, and your whole painting style is very particular because of that. You've got a lot of painting all around your hive, it's pretty colorful. You can paint anything with your fingers, even portraits. It's a different style, but some people like it. Sometimes you actualy seel your painting for a fairly good price too. You can always use more money.

Along with painting, you also like knitting quite a bit. It makes you use your hands to work too, so it's nice. All of your scarves are made by you, and you sometimes make them as gifts too. Occasionally you also make gloves and socks and bonnets, which is good since you live pretty far south, in a place where snow is normal during most of the year. During the few perigees where there isn't snow you like to stay panting outside, but when everything starts to freeze you just hop back inside and go knit and paint in front of the fireplace.

Finally in the list of your interests is, oddly enough, playing the violin. Yes, you can play the violin very well even while being deaf. That's because you have something you call vision musicfold, which is totally not a silly name you just made up. Long story short, you can see music as shapes in the air. Swirling colorful shapes, pulsating spheres, depending on the type of instrument playing. You can also see singing, but not normal spoken language for some reason.

Not that it bothers you. Your lusus taught the sign language, so you can communicate nicely with those that also know it. And even if they don't, you've gotten fairly good at transmitting what you want through hand gestures. Your lusus is a female griffin thing. It doesn't have wings, but it's horse sized, with the front half of an owl and the back half of a fluffy soft cat. Her name's Anna, and you dye her feathers and fur every perigee in pretty colorful patterns, just how she likes it.

Yeah, you're an artist, so you just love to dabble with colors on almost everything you do. On your paintings, on the things you knit, on your clothes, on your lusus, everything. You're the best at color coordination. Oh, and you also enjoy reading a fair bit, especially on the colder nights of winter. A bit of a good wine to go with the read is nice too, almost a habit of yours at this point.

Being deaf made it so that you're very expressive with your face and body language, since you don't know how to talk and most trolls don't understand sign language. Because of that you act a bit like a wiggler sometimes, seeming overly happy or angry. You actually are pretty cheerful most of the time, and you're kinda condescending to those lower than you, though they rarely notice it since you can't exactly say it outright. You can't rely on voice tone to see what trolls want, so you've gotten really good at identifying their intentions through their demeanors.

For a Modus you have the simple but handy Wallet Modus, and for a Specibus you go with violinKind. It's an easy way to keep your violins always with you, and you have a metal one to bash people with. Your Trolltag is unmindfulCraftstroll, and you use a lot of emotes ^u^ instead of bothering with caps or proper punctuation

~~~~~~~~

-> Be the hiveless singer redblood.

Your name is Kreiam Durtaw, and yep, you're all three of those. You've got the lowest blood color possible. You have one of the best singing voices of all Alternia. And you lost your hive a long time ago, but you don't care about it anymore.

Alright, first things first. Interests? You got those too. They're mostly centered around keeping you alive and decently healthy with the whole lack of a hive. First of all, you're excellent at using your singing to get money off other trolls. You don't know this, but that's because of your psychic power. Your voice is impossibly melodic, and when you sing, or even talk normally, you can put trolls in a sort of light trance that makes them more vulnerable to your requests the longer they stay in the trance. The time required to get them on the metaphorical leash varies a lot from troll to troll, depending on the individual's willpower and blood color. You've found out you can get highbloods under your "control" as well, but it takes a very long time. And you just drove yourself hoarse when you tried to put a seadweller on the imaginary leash. Up to teals things are still fairly easy to do, but cerulean and above start taking a little too long to be worth the trouble. A weak-willed teal already takes a full hour of talk to become fully hypnotized, and one with a strong willpower can take up to four, maybe even five hours. You prefer to stick to lowbloods and midbloods, usually yellows, limes and greens. They have a fairly decent position on the spectrum, and thus more money, and tend to not take that long to hypnotize.

That's one interest. Another one is raiding the trashcans of fancy highblood restaurants. Sometimes you just prefer to eat from the trash. You wouldn't believe what you can find in the trash of those places, it's a fucking treasure chest. Highbloods can be so picky about their food, and the restaurant can't serve a rejected dish to someone else, so when you raid a restaurant's trashcan you eat like a fucking king. You still kinda think of yourself as royalty, maybe not a king, but a prince of sorts. Since you're hiveless, you don't mind scavenging through garbage cans and the like for stuff. You get your clothes from that, which is why none of them have your symbol. You could actually buy them with the ammount of money you get with your singing, but you'd rather keep that for other things if you can get clothing for free. Food you've mostly settled for buying, but you still like going through a restaurant's rejected meals, since that's free too. Anything free always picks your interest. That's pretty much the reason you have a huge collection of previously-discarded silverware in your sylladex.

Oh, the prince thing? Blame your lusus. She always spoiled you when you were a little wiggler, so you kinda grew up with a childish illusion that you weren't at the bottom of the spectrum. But of course, that just had to be ruined by some idiot highbloods. One day you just came back to your hive to find it burned to the ground. You never knew who did it, and your wiggler self's mind concluded your lusus ran away, so it didn't affect you that much. You traveled to the nearest city and soon got used to the life of a hiveless lowblood. Only being able to keep what you had in your sylladex when you went out, you had a bit of a tough time at first, but you soon found out about your power, or rather, that you could get a lot of money out of your sing, and life got easy. Or as easy as it can get for someone in your situation. Which is surprisingly easy if you don't mind the filth and the nightmares every day. Which you don't, so it's cool. The city you ended up in has a decent rate of rainy days, so it's always fairly easy to get a free shower.

Since you don't have a hive, you keep all of your belongings in your sylladex, which is a bit of a bother sometimes. You use the Traits Modus, which can be a bit of an annoyance. Items with some kind of similarity get stored in the same card, so each card ends up with a specific characteristic, and any new ietm captchalogued must fit at least one of those categories, or else all of the contents of a card picked at random get ejected to make room for the new item. You can take out items one by one though. You only have ten captchalogue cards to work with, and two of them are always occupied, one with your collection of bent silverware, and the other with all of your spare clothes and pieces of torn fabric. Another one keeps your valuables, which are all of your money and your old necklace.

It's the only thing with your symbol, and one of your dearest treasures. It has a rough leather strap with a relatively big gold oval with your symbol carved and painted. Your other treasure is your weapon of choice, that scepter, also made of gold with a big spherical gem. scepterKind has proved useful so far, but you also have limbKind, which lets you use all four of your limbs to fight. And sometimes someone else's if you can get your hands on a severed one. Sometimes you prefer to stick to that so you don't have to use your precious scepter, but you're much better with your weapon.

Your trolltag is rogueRobin, and you dont bothah with punctuation

~~~~~~~~

-> Be the... what the fuck happened to you?

Evolution, my friend.

-> Okay...

-> Be the weird scientist limeblood I guess?

Your name is Euglen Gracil, and you are most definitely a scientist. A geneticist, to be more specific. But let's start from the beginning.

You are one of those rare trolls that're not affected by sunlight, and you very much enjoy it. Ever since you were a wiggler you always spent your days awake and your nights asleep, and as you grew you became fascinated with that big ball of fire up in the sky. All that energy, it had so much potential, and yet almost every single troll on the planet remained trapped in the night. So you made yourself a goal: evolution. Your logic is simple. The living beings that use all that solar energy the best are plants. They make their food with its aid, and within their own bodies, within their very cells. So the logical solution is to create photosinthesizing animals of course! There are unicelular beings that fit that category, so why wouldn't it work with a more complex animal, like, oh, a troll maybe? Just imagine the possibilities! Your race is already extremely successful, conquering worlds across the entire galaxy, so adding a trait like this would only increase it's might!

Crazy you say? Yes, you've been called that before. Many times. But is it wrong to want to make yourself useful to the empire and the Empress? No, you think not. So! Moving on. Your interests were born from that goal. You took up studying biology and the inner chemistry of organisms at an early age, and focused on genetics and manipulation of it the more you learned. As a result, you never had any real friends while you were young. At four sweeps you started making your first experiments with simple bacteria, injecting chloroplasts into them and watching their reactions, and it wasn't too long before you figured out a way to do that with pluricelular organisms with the use of viruses. A sweep, many experiments, most of them failed, and nigh-constant work later, you were able to create an almost entirely hand-crafted virus specifically for the purpose of infecting a living animal and gradually creating chlorophyl and chloroplasts inside their cells. You were completely absorbed in your work.

Your final experiment was what changed your life forever. You made endless tests with the virus, and was even able to isolate different strands for different sizes of animals, but your ultimate goal was to make a successful attempt on a troll. And, well, at the time you had been by yourself for so long trying to get a test subject was impossible. And you couldn't just go and capture some troll to experiment on, that wouldn't be right. So, what was the logical solution? Use yourself as a test subject. And that's xactly what you did. You knew the virus made its host go into a sort of coma while it changed the body, so you told your lusus to take care of everything while you were out, recorded a little log saying who you were and everything in case you didn't remember anything when you woke up, and injected yourself. After an hour or two of expectation, you passed out.

Your mind was extremely sluggish when you woke up about a perigee or so later, which you think was because your brain was still trying to learn how to deal with the new chemistry inside your body. All you could do when you woke up was seek out food, because you felt like you'd die the next second if you didn't eat anything. But slowly, you managed to remember everything, from your name to all your earliest memories. The experiment couldn't have been a bigger success. Of course, there were the slight side-effect of tinting your skin, and even your hair and horns green, and making your irises assume your blood color early, but that's a minor problem in your opinion. You had turned into a plant hybrid! You could literally feed on air and sunlight the rest of your life and you'd be fine!

As you started living with your new condition, you found out you could go as long as you wanted without eating anything as long as you kept most of your skin bathed in sunlight constantly. With, let's say, the "main part" of your goal completed, you decided to actually start living your life as a "normal" troll. You made friends, you almost stopped experimenting on animals, and you took up other hobbies. Now you usually spend your time in the sun reading books of all sorts. You also started writing stories of your own, and you turned out to be a pretty good writer. You realized you needed to start getting some meat on your bones, so you started working out during the day too, and took quite a liking for the whole thing. That's pretty much how you spend most of your days while you're not tending to the many photosinthesizing creatures you created. You keep them from going back to the wilderness just to be safe, you'd better not mess with the balance out there with your genetically-enhanced animals.

Your lusus is one of said enhanced animals. He's a... well, actually you were never entirely sure what he is. He has a long snake body, that grew with you and always stayed double your height, with four pairs of arm-like limbs attached at equal intervals, and a cockatoo head with a beak and feathers and everything, and three eyes to top it all off. You just call him Snakedad to make things easier. He was actually your last big experiment, so now he can stay in the sun and not bother with food just like you. He's a really nice lusus, and raised you well, so you not really as socially awkward as one would expect from someone who didn't have friends to interact with during their early sweeps. You're pretty calm and collected most of the time, and you're hard to anger. You rarely show any really strong emotions. You're polite regardless of the other troll's caste, but those that know you a little better know you can be a big pile of mush on the inside.

As a Modus you have the Definiton Modus. To retrieve an item you have to describe in a single short sentence. Youe weapon of choice is syringeKind, but since that's not very effective in a real fight you have fistKind too. Your trolltag is unearthlyUnion, and you EmPhaSIzE lETTErS ThaT rEmInd You oF planTS.

**Dudemaster47** · 02-25-2012, 12:25 AM

>Be the not the first but the SECOND piratical seadweller to be posted on this page.

aye well i guess it 'tain't th' mos' original o' ideas

Your name is EXMARK "JACK" ARGYRE, and you DO WHAT YOU WANT CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE.

No, but seriously. Unlike most seadwellers, you've never had any interest in the world underneath the waves. Heck, when you crawled out of the trial caverns, you found the nearest port town and built your hive on a nearby beach (much to the annoyance of your indigo neighbors). Why was this? Well, you always loved watching ships come and go. And when a CERTAIN SERIES OF MOVIES came out when you were 2? Well, that's when you naturally decided that piracy was the way for you.

Well, you also CAN'T SWIM. But that's not really that much of an issue when you are incapable of drowning.

That being said, your life story isn't entirely that interesting. You frequently spend perigees at a time sailing the wide open waves with your MIMICRYFOWL LUSUS (he's also part of the reason why you stay above water, of course), and have found quite a few treasures in the process. In fact, one of the most common things that spurs you to go on another high seas adventure is any time you happen to find a new treasure map or sea chart. Indeed, you have a penchant for exploration that can only be satisfied by the sea. Sadly, you have trouble finding a crew. You don't exactly care who or what joins you on your expeditions so long as they're seaworthy or willing to gain their sea legs, but it seems that getting anyone interested in joining a pirate crew is harder than it should be.

You like to think you're at least a semi-decent, fun-loving guy. Honestly, the hemospectrum or castes aren't your primary concern in life. So long as you can find a group of people who know how to run a ship, you could care less as to what colors flow through their veins.

Which brings you to your interests. As mentioned before, you have something of a FANATICAL OBSESSION with a CERTAIN SERIES OF MOVIES. You just can't get enough of them, really. In fact, your obsession extends so far that you created your alias, JACK, after the name of your favorite characters, and your chumhandle initials are his as well. Among your travels, you have collected a great deal of LIQUIDS OF AN INEBRIATING NATURE. You have so many, in fact, that consuming them has developed into a habit BORDERING ON THE ALCOHOLIC. You have to stop. But addiction is a wonderful thing. Sadly there is only so much, and thus you frequently are troubled to contemplate the NIGH-CONSTANT DEPLETION OF YOUR FAVORITE INTOXICATING ELIXERS.

Like any good pirate, you have sort of a thing for SKULL-BASED DECOR. And of course, you have an obvious love of TREASURE, ADVENTURE, SAILING, HEAVY DRINKING, GENERAL BUCCANEERING, AND THE SEA IN GENERAL. Not really anything surprising there, right? You tend to keep your interests pretty stereotypical. However, your hobbies are a different story.

You enjoy collecting VARIOUS HISTORICAL FLAGS and DEPICTIONS OF FAMOUS PIRATES FROM ERAS LONG PAST. Which...is still kind of in the pretty obvious zone, you guess? Anyway. Along with this, you have also fell in love with the ART OF BUILDING SHIPS IN BOTTLES. You love doing it, it's a great way to pass the time and you use them to decorate the interior of your ship and your hive. You also, weirdly enough, enjoy making SILLY AND RIDICULOUS ROMANTIC POETRY. You're well aware that most trolls think poetry is pointless, but then again you aren't exactly "most trolls". You really only do it for fun and to sometimes poke fun at your friends, though, it's never been a serious pursuit of yours.

Your fetch modus is the TORRENT MODUS, which basically means that you can only access objects so long as someone else on Alternia happens to have an identical object currently in their sylladex. Of course, how long it takes to retrieve an item depends on exactly how many trolls happen to HAVE this item. This is exactly why you store your treasure maps in your drawers and keep ludicrous amounts of empty chests around. You can't put anything that could be potentially rare or unique in there or you'll never be able to retrieve it.

You have a few strife specibi, namely bladeKind, pistolKind, cannonKind, and treasureKind. Of course, your blade collection consists entirely of CUTLASSES AND SABERS, and your pistols are all ANTIQUE FLINTLOCK PISTOLS. cannonKind comes in handy whenever you're locked in battle at sea, and...well...

Let's just say the reason you have treasureKind is because of an incident where you learned firsthand exactly how GODDAMNED USELESS your fetch modus is.

Your trolltag is jackbootSwashbuckler and yer accent strays int' th' realms o' th' arrbitrarrily piratical.

tl;dr

**Araiss** · 02-25-2012, 09:06 AM

>Be the short bounty hunter.

dont call me short!.|<ilL

Your name is Kosuna Muffel, and you're a bounty hunter!

...Though that's not entirely true, though you would rather not talk about it yet. You're a yellowblood which makes you pretty low on the spectrum, and you're only 6 sweeps old. Though you know you're young, you still hate the fact that you have such a short stature compared to most other trolls. You wouldn't admit it but you have a terribly bad temper, which causes you to get into trouble at times. You have slowly been trying to get better at it, key being try.

You have a few varying interests, one of which is collecting. Of course you only collect things in the desert you live in, usually going for anything you can sell. You also enjoy doing target practice every now and again, shooting cans from different places to increase your skill. You wouldn't like to admit it, but you have a LOVE for both plants as well as machines. You try to collect plants to decorate your hive with, though because you live in a desert most die out before you can actually enjoy them. As for your love of machines, you can collect nothing useful of that sort because you don't have enough money for something so expensive. Whenever you meet someone who knows about technology you try to find out as much as you can, even if it may come off as annoying.

Now back to that bounty hunting job of yours, you are technically a bounty hunter but you don't get a lot of hunting jobs. Because of your lowblood status, short nature, age, and attitude most of the jobs you get are odd jobs. Tracking down trolls, finding items, cleaning things up, lots of boring stuff. When you do get an actual job you're pretty happy since it provides some sort of money. You don't mind the odd jobs most of the time though, and sometimes try to get work during the dawn and dusk hours of Alternia.

Speaking of those hours some would call you crazy since the sun would just be coming out or going away, but you do this to get money. That and the mask and cape you wear allows some mild protection, but you aren't stupid enough to stay out when the sun is actually in the open. The mask you have is the only type of technology you really have and it cost a lot, and even then it was the cheapest thing you could buy, so it doesn't work very well for what it's supposed to do. It at least offers the protection you need though.

As you've stated before you live in the desert with your antlion lusus. She mostly eats insects, though sometimes trolls just fall in to her trap. But that's okay since it means you can collect their stuff to sell. To help with your job you have revolverKind to help you out with that, since it's easy to kill a troll with a gun. You also carry a katarKind strife card, in case you have to fight up close. You use the treasure tracker modus, in where you need to locate a specific item hidden in some place your modus creates.

Your trolltag is desertHunter and you tend to speak somewhat unsure of yourself...

tl;dr

**Aizeth Dresic** · 02-25-2012, 12:57 PM

>Be the cynical hunter.

(Color is inaccurate. I'm a limeblood.)

Your name is AIZETH DRESIC.

You have very little tolerance for HEAT, but despite that, you almost always wear your JACKET because you think it looks cool. You hate reality, and as a result, you very often take part in ROLE PLAYING. You also love READING and WRITING, and leave your room cluttered with books and other things. In fact, you hate reality a lot. Like, a lot a lot. The things you write always have an underlying tone of ANARCHY or DISAPPROVAL of Alternian aristocracy and culture.

As a result, you don't value your life very much and would probably be happier in whatever afterlife there is. You spend many hours on the computer, chatting with FRIENDS, each of whom you would have given you life for easily, were it not for your reason to live: your MATESPRIT, Perilu. You are also very SPIRITUAL, and choose to believe in more than just what it before your eyes. Specifically, you believe in the FOREST SPIRITS honored by druids in ancient times. Nothing pisses you off more than outspoken atheists that try to put down your views. At the same time, you avoid hypocrisy by respecting other people's views as long as they do not criticize yours.

Your favorite era is the MEDIEVAL period, and your weapon of choice is your trusty AXE. It is one of your most prized possessions. One of your passions is SNOWBOARDING, but despite the snow in the winter, the terrain around your house isn't steep enough to practice on. And even if it was, you live in a FOREST, so the trees would get in the way. You use both the Axekind and the Snowboardkind specibus, dual-wielding with the board as a shield. You also dabble in a fair amount of HUNTING in the forest.

Your room is littered with QUARTZ CARVINGS of MEDIEVAL WARRIORS and all manners of OBJECTS BEARING WEAVE-LIKE DESIGNS RELATED TO AN ANCIENT CULT OF TREE-HUGGING WIZARDS FROM AN ERA LONG GONE. Your fridge is also so full of MOUNTAIN DEW that you have to have a second one for other culinary products (results of your hunt). Your walls are also mounted with TROPHY HEADS from your hunting excursions.

You also take great pride in your EYEBROWS and SIDEBURNS. People tend to call you RANDOM.

There is a cave beneath your room that contains OBJECTS kept secret from all but you and your lusus, and you would rather keep it that way.

You use the IceBreaker Modus, and your trolltag is axeReception (it's my real trolltag in Pesterchum. Add me!), and your MAnner of speech is uncertAin, And With A Very slight stutter. (also uses ж instead of Xs, but how am I supposed to put that in a sentence?)

**Black Sheep** · 02-25-2012, 07:59 PM

Your name is ANIMOR BALKAN.

You belong to a troupe of LOW-BLOODED NOMADIC TRAVELERS entranced with the very existence of TROLL SOCIETY, although you are a SEA DWELLER yourself. You and your troupe traverse the lands in an attempt to search for inspiration and BREAK A RULE OR TWO, which has put you in a hell of a bind TIMES APLENTY. It’s okay though, snapping a neck can be pretty fun and none of you get in trouble if you hide the body appropriately.

When you’re not talking obsessively about the hemospectrum or the last culling you saw, you often like to dabble about in your INTERESTS. You enjoy knitting ELABORATE DOILIES with your moirail when he’s available, but he thinks you go a little overboard. Sometimes you will spend days on end knitting pictures into these fancy little mats of things that are usually A BIT TOO CREEPY. Equally creepy is your love for sewing VOODOO DOLLS and stabbing them in the UNMENTIONABLES, but it makes sense once you take into account that your strife specibus is VOODOOKIND. If your nomad companions leave you unattended for too long you will OFTEN BREAK INTO HIVES AND MURDER LOW-BLOODED TROLLS, because you are a sea dweller and that is just what sea dwellers do—society and the hemospectrum baffles you in the way that you can honestly admit to LOATHING THE SHIT OUT OF MOST LOW BLOODS, but also admit that you enjoy being around them. Like, what the ever-loving fuck is even with that???

When you are away from your troupe and with your moirail, you assist him with his KLEPTOMANIAC TENDENCIES on his PIRATE SHIP OF DOILIES AND DOOM. That is a proper name for a pirate ship, you add with a knowing nod. Each member of the pirate crew adorns a SCARF embroidered with LOTS OF FRILLS, which led you to acquiring the scarf that you wear now which you secretly LOVE.

Like your eel lusus (who you lovingly drag around in a GIANT TANK when on land just for THE SAKE OF HAVING HIM THERE), you enjoy SWIMMING GREAT LENGTHS for NO REASON WHATSOEVER. It’s rather beneficial in the fact that you get to meet plenty of new trolls to FLIRT with, sometimes to grab a keeper for your quadrants or just for the hell of it.

Your trolltag is gypsyCourtesan and you tend to speak ¿In a way most uncouth ♣ of sea dwellers, leaving bumps of gagglebeast abound on slated skin aplenty!! You think the others are just uptight in the nook, though?

Tl;dr here are some things you should know about Animor:

Name: Animor Balkan
Strife Specibus: Voodookind
Fetch Modus: Fanny pack
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: Eel
Trolltag: gypsyCourtesan
Title: Bard of Stars
Planet: Land of Needles and Quilts
Kingdom: Prospit

**MeiMei** · 02-25-2012, 10:00 PM

>Be the girl with a morally ambiguous doctorate.

Yeah, queStion all you want, but we're the only thing Standing between Alternia and a claSS-1 [DATA EXPUNGED] oCCurring on a grand SCale.

>Be the researcher of the unknown.

Now that'S more like it, and let'S not rePeat SuCh Slander again, eh, [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]?

Your name is Dr. |||||| Raczar, and you study the PARANORMAL.

Well, you wouldn't really call it the paranormal, but more of the UNKNOWN EXTRA-NORMAL. Whatever that's supposed to mean. Anyhow, you work for an organization dedicated to tracking down and containing objects and creatures of strange origin and ability. Most of the time these just end up being mutants and malfunctioning machinery, but you don't care, it still counts in your mind. At any rate, you're more than qualified to study anything that comes your way. You see, despite your diminutive height and your youth at the tender age of |.||| sweeps, you are a dedicated researcher, skilled in field work, classification, and of course, DISSECTION. It holds to reason that you should be skilled in various areas of study, seeing as the number of personnel in your organization is, honestly, very low. Like, maybe 5-10 trolls on a good day. But that's alright, since you're all a bunch of skilled maniacs, all good at being able to SECURE, CONTAIN, and PROTECT Alternia.

You adore research, to be totally honest. You love experimenting to see how things react to various stimuli, as well as seeing what all something can do. This leads to some people inaccurately labeling you a 'prankster', though actually you are just changing variables to observe different responses. And, if it happens to give you some benefit as well, you can't really see any harm in it. On a related note, you've become quite accustomed to being carried around on a certain Agent's back during field work.

You just know that your strife specibus should count as an scp as well. Your BRELLAKIND has quite a few unique properties, including having an 95% transparent extra membrane that can be extended to deflect liquids from its main shaft and it's wielder. It's little metal antenna are good for piercing as well, you've found. Overall, it's an ideal weapon for you. And it matches your galoshes, but it's not like you have a thing for fashion or anything.

Like all members of the foundation, you have opted to be anonymous for protection reasons. Of course, you know that your blood puts you in the |||||| caste, not that you really care one way or another who looks down to you or who lays at your feet. Because your lusus causes all to lay at your feet. He is a large REPTILE of indeterminate species, possibly the only kind of his species- probably because he [DATA EXPUNGED], but that's just large speculation on your part. He's large enough for you to ride on comfortably, and very territorial. You've been reprimanded not to bring him outside of his containment area, and ever since Incident-|||| you've had to make sure his feeding schedule was increased to twice a week. Luckily, there is more than enough D-Class subjects that have- ahem, 'volunteered'- to help satisfy his carnivorous hunger for [REDACTED], lightly marinated in grub sauce. As far as you know, it is very, very, very hard to put a dent in his hide. You and your colleagues used to have a game about seeing what could possibly cause your lusus discomfort, but since the incident, those have become few and far between. You still adore him however, because he is the best lusus ever.

Your fetch modus is set to CLASSIFY. It requires you to categorize each item you put into it by a various method of organizing details and size and such. It gets quite confusing sometimes, but you'd never change it. You just love wasting time trying to find junk!

If the agency were to ever come across a game called SGRUB and test it, you would be the THIEF OF SPACE in the Land of [REDACTED] and Frogs. Your foundation-approved trollian handle is resarchingEuclid and You SPeak in the foundation-Standard vernaCular and take neCeSSary PreCautionS to CenSor your SPeeCh So aS not to diSClose [DATA EXPUNGED] by aCCident.
A big thank-you to OL for the sprites!

**Dragongirl30894** · 02-25-2012, 10:04 PM

-> Be the musician seadweller.

Your name is Slovia Murtpe, and you are most definitely a musician. A great one at that too.

Obviously, playing instruments is one of your interests. You have three that you're excellent with, and those are the cello, the harp and the organ. You know a fair bit of other instruments as well, but those are the three you focus on, your favorites to play. It's very relaxing for you really, just going up to the top of your hive, where your instruments are, and playing for hours at a time. It's almost like a meditation of sorts to you. You can make beautiful melodies with them, and sometimes you even record each of them separately and them put them all together with a program. You have a whole bunch of songs you made that way saved on a computer you use just for that. You actually have a whole room with just your instruments and that computer in it, and it occupies the whole top floor of your hive. Well, every floor of your hive is a single room, so you guess that doesn't really mean that much. Your hive's a tall and perfectly cylindrical tower, sticking out of the waves in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but water around it. It's a bit of a secluded hive, but you don't mind. This way you don't get any disturbances while playing by yourself.

To make those conjoined songs you use computer programs, and sometimes you like to dabble with those beyond simply putting two of three tracks together. You don't pretend to get any good with it or anything, you just like exploring their different functions. It's just one of the things you like to do when you're not feeling like putting any effort into playing anything, along with reading a book every now and then. You prefer those with romantic stories in them, no matter who the lovers in question are. It could be in a fantasy setting, it could be a medieval setting, or a colony, or with rainbow drinkers. You don't care, as long as it's full of romantic scenes with a lot of fluff. You're a bit of a hopeless romantic on that aspect really. You won't accept anything other than another seadweller, be it as a matesprit of a kismesis. Your other quadrants can be filled by highbloods as far as you're concerned, but a lady such as yourself can't simply mingle with landdwellers when it comes to concupiscent partners it's fins of gtfo.

Now, your next interest isn't really something a regular seadweller would do you don't think. You sometimes like to dabble with electronics. Just open them up to see how the stuff inside works. It may seem weird, but you're a very practical lady. Your clothes, while remaining elegant, are very practical, without getting in the way of your activities. You learned the hard way that most mechanics out there are lowbloods, and they can't get to your hive easily. So it was only natural for you to take the matter in your own hands, and learn a bit of basic hivehold repairs. You can deal with most problems that might pop up in your hive on your own, and when you can't you prefer to call an actual mechanic and ask for instructions rather than asking for them to come over. You save money and learn a bit more, its better for you that way.

You had this early interest in music because of your lusus. He's a huge two-headed pterodactyl. The right head is a regular bird head that can sing pretty bird songs and all that, while the left head is, oddly enough, a feline head, with whiskers and fur and everything else. You call her Clef. She's a pretty nice lusus, but since she's so big she'd never fit inside your hive, so you just let her perch at the top. That way she can come and go freely to feed and stuff, makes things easier for both of you. She used to sing you lullabies when you were young. And the cat head kinda got you into the habit of using cat puns, but you don't mind. You think they go nicely with the fish puns you use due to your seadweller status.

You don't like having trouble retrieving your items, so you just use the simple Array Modus. Your Specibus is set to swordKind, a simple but honorable weapon. And finally, your trolltag is chimeraChanteuse, and you type with purrfect grammar.

**Overlard** · 02-25-2012, 10:15 PM

> Be the [DATA EXPUNGED]

(Get proper clearance from |||||| first, SIR!)

> Er. Authorization and clearance granted?

(I hope to [REDACTED] you got the proper [DATA EXPUNGED] form filled out, SIR!)

Your IDENTITY is ||||| ZELISE, but most you know just call you AGENT ZELISE. You've got about ||||| SWEEPS worth of AGE in you, and ANONYMOUS (#808080) BLOOD.

The anonymous status is a basic requirement of the small GROUP you are a member of. Said GROUP is dedicated to collect, researching, and preparing to UNLEASH horrible monsters and mysteries on the empire's enemies. It's current member count is LOW, as noted before. It was only just started about TWO SWEEPS ago or so. Each of the current members had begun to notice strange things and began recording them. Eventually you all became aware of each other through the TROLLIAN chat program. Upon learning of each others experiences, you all decided to meet up and start this small ORGANIZATION. To keep things CIVIL, you've all gone ANONYMOUS for now, lest blood become an issue at some point as new members are introduced. OBVIOUSLY the group isn't too HEMOEXTREMIST due to the anonymous requirement, but you may all have your own issues with some castes.

As it is, everyone has been assigned CLEARANCE LEVELS and ASSIGNMENTS which fit to their abilities. You are not among the brightest of Alternia's trolls, but you do know how to follow a command or two, as well as how to hold your own in a fight. You would have to be, given that your assignment is to be a GUARD of sorts and a FIELD AGENT. The rest of the organization knows what they're doing very well too. They'd have to be, given the severity of some of the things you've handled. You can't really say the same for D-CLASS personnel, but nobody cares about them. They're just unlucky saps who got captured for important purposes.

On a more personal and declassified level, you're very over reactive to things concerning DANGER and THREAT LEVELS. If you think something is violating a RULE, you promptly go for the most DRASTIC OPTIONS possible. God help anyone who manages to earn a tick on your threat-ometer, which only you actually know about. You take your POSITION very seriously and refuse to take anything as a joke while on the clock. Which is always. You don't get much sleep these nights, is what we're getting at.

You personally enjoy reading books on RULES and REGULATIONS, your motto being that if you follow all of them to the letter, nothing bad at all can happen. You've actually learned all CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES by blood pump! Or at least you think you do. Incident - |||||| proved otherwise a while ago, and you're still trying to live it down. You additionally like to watch MYSTERY/ACTION movies as much as possible, while also trying to count the number of explosions per action movie. It's actually a very entertaining way to pass the time! You finally love to RECORD your nightly escapades in your group. You, of course, keep these carefully locked up, and every night you like to pore over what you've accomplished so far. It's maybe a bit unhealthy, but you don't care.

Your lusus is what some refer to as a WORM, though he's actually capable of [REDACTED] leaving you with a phobia of ablution traps/bathtubs and most drains forever. Nobody notices the smell because you took the drain out of your own bath tub long ago. It tends to flood easily, but it's a small price to pay to avoid your lusus [DATA EXPUNGED]. You nearly lost a foot to that once. Your own HIVE is in a savanna-like area, with lots of grass and the odd brush fire. It doesn't get many visitors since you're a PRIVATE person and never invite anyone.

Your FETCH MODUS is CLEARANCE. Every single one of the items you store in your sylladex is labelled with a clearance level. Each level requires you fill out some generated paperwork on the card to receive it. Unfortunately, the higher up in clearance it goes, the more paperwork there is to complete. You've gotten a hand cramp from having to retrieve level 5 items sometimes!

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to pistolKind. Dealing with the odd mutants and machinations you face on a nightly basis, keeping your distance is a must now. You used to practice the basic art of fistKind, but after incident - |||||| with SCP [REDACTED], you're not getting your hands anywhere near another being's [DATA EXPUNGED] again.

If your AGENCY was to require it, you would play a certain GAME as the KNIGHT of HOPE in the land of FOG and SHADOWS. There will be a lot of wasted lead that night.

Your currently approved trolltag is "stolidSentinel" and you "(Always make sure to keep [REDACTED] out of public knowledge, SIR!)"

TL;DR

**Insani** · 02-26-2012, 04:49 AM

Repost of old fantroll with new details.

>Be the socially rejected wannabe scholar

▌I havḝ abandỡnḝd trỡll şỡciḝty by chỡicḝ, yỡu imbḝcilḝ.▐

>Fine, be the hunter-scholar

▌Vḝry wḝll.▐

Your name is Margus Vladis, and you are 9.33 sweeps old, to be exact.. You are a scholar and a hunter, you enjoy studying old ruins, and you've basically abandoned troll society. You know you'll be shipped offworld at the age of ten sweeps, a fate you do not wish for but will probably accept anyway. Although with your current lifestyle, it would be easy for you to continue your life of wandering, you do not know if you really wish to continue it. Although your life may be difficult, do you really wish to be mistreated as an adult?

Your interests include studying old ruins, namely old texts, which you are able to understand thanks to your psychic power, hunting, and generally living a life of solitude. You move around Alternia commonly, you abandoned your hive many sweeps ago for a life away from troll society. You often plunge into the depths of ancient ruins, engrossing yourself in the cryptic texts.

You believe in providing for yourself, knowledge, and maintaining your physical abilities. Due to this, you make sure to learn and hunt as much as you can, training yourself mental and physically. You are very intelligent, although even with your physical prowess, alternian wildlife is hard to fight. It is impossible for you to physically kill most wildlife in a battle where both parties are aware of eachother, so you resort to stealth, long-range combat, and traps.. You wield BLADEKIND and BOWKIND, with which you have become quite skilled at.

Your psychic power is to instantly understand texts after focusing on them for a few seconds. You are not able to identify the language, or what the individual letters mean, but you are able to know the meaning, know what it says. This works on any form of language, even some of the ancient texts that are picture-based.

Due to this, your dreams of becoming a scientist, a scholar, maybe even a warrior have been crushed violently due to your power. You've already been chosen to be a form of spy / translator, allowing the empire to decode messages and also assimilate any technology easily, which your power will help with, due to you being able to quickly understand instructions. You are doomed not to be the intellectual you wish to be, but a mere 'universal translator'. Although some would say that a lowblood hoping to become a scholar is a foolish dream, you have always believed that your intellect would allow you to be accepted as a scholarian.

You were, once, a social troll. When you were six sweeps, you were in a matespritship with a highblood. A seadweller, to be precise. She was a fine girl, and you loved her, you were sure she truly pitied you. However, another seadweller, a male, higher than her on the hemospectrum, convinced her to murder and abandon this 'dirty lowblood', aka you, and get into a relationship with someone higher and more noble, aka him. Long story short, you defended yourself against her, drove your blade into her face. Your arrow permanently disabled one of the seadweller's arms. From what you have heard, he still tries to pursue you to this very day.

After this, you fled into the jungle, tired of the persecution of troll society. Tired of arrogant seadwellers treating the lowbloods like trash. You abandoned troll society, and learned to live in the wilds. Sweeps of this lifestyle have made you fast, stealthy, and stronger. Although no matter how strong you get, you will never be able to defeat most of the wildlife that lives in the locations you dwell in, which is why you have learned how to live as a hunter. You create traps almost instinctively. Every trap set is another chance at the much needed meal.

You travel alternia with your lusus, a loyal houndbeast, who taught you the basics of survival when you were younger. He's a loyal beast, and as such, you have inherited your loyalty. You believe in fairness between bloods, and loyalty to those close to you, although, due to most trolls not being as loyal as you, you maintain a small, tight group of friends, who you talk to rarely. Despite your best efforts, however, you are biased against highbloods, as the incident with your former matesprit has left permanent scars on your psyche.

You don't have a hive anymore, rather, every once in a while, when you move to a new area, you and your lusus build up a small cabin, fortify a cave, or whatever else you can do for proper shelter. You move often, but a lot of times you just sleep in the ruins you find, after lots of studying. Very rarely, you have been unable to find proper shelter. These few, life threatening experiences have toughened you up. You would spend an entire day running and fighting, constantly coming close to death at the hands of a monstrous day-dwelling creature.

Your fetch modus is RIDDLE, and you must decode a riddle. This is hilariously easy due to your psychic power. However, the storage system is not very pleasant.

Your trollTag is ancientIntellectual and you ▌Typḝ likḝ any rḝşpḝctablḝ şchỡlar şhỡuld, with a bit ỡf a typing accḝnt aş a şidḝ ḝffḝct ỡf yỡur intḝnşḝ ştudy ỡf anciḝnt tḝxtş.▐

**Belonoid Anoesis** · 02-26-2012, 10:11 AM

> Be one of the Trolls to have her profile updated.

> Be the emeraldblood.

Your name is ESTREL SECSHT, aged 8 SWEEPS OLD, but some people call you ZETATROLL due to your symbol, TROLLS or NOT.

You are a greenblood, thus put at the position of middle class of the Trolls' society. Although, you don't feel easy about the BLOOD CASTE SYSTEM because you had experience of seeing things go WRONG so often whenever you meet several other TROLLS. CULLING, ABUSE OF PEOPLE BELOW CERTAIN GROUPS, SEVERE CASES OF VIOLENCE, you name it. You wish you can change HOW THINGS WORK, but a premature open rebellion against the EMPRESS of your planet may end you up DEAD, so you show no offense towards it while you contain your (possible) rage about it. In short, you have a very strong hatred towards the HEMOSPECTRUM, yet you hide this fact from everyone's knowledge, save for a few people. At the moment, you will have to take every measure to keep yourself safe. You are SURE that your FRIENDS will be okay unless they need help. In fact, you do help them at your best effort possible. Though, you are in FEAR of facing THOSE ABOVE YOU other than your available FRIENDS. You need more practice to shove that fear off.

You love to WRITE a lot of LITERATURE, even to FICTIONS involving FANTASY, depends on how long you will have good ideas for one. You are a HOBBYIST since you are unsure whether there is a JOB for those who can WRITE STUFF. In your pastime, you may be seen playing some VIDEO GAMES, or spending time with your LUSUS or to even practice your combat skills with your SCYTHE which you use to fend off threats, mostly wild BEASTS. You live in a hive nearby a FOREST deep within an ISLAND. It is quite dangerous, so your LUSUS, A SPOTBEAST (leopard) at most times, guards the hive. She will do anything to keep the one under her custody safe, even if it means death. You are amazed by such DETERMINATION and you aspire to PROTECT the lives of the ones PRECIOUS TO YOU.

You will be playing a certain game with your friends as the ROGUE OF SPACE in the LAND OF SAVANNAH AND FROGS WITH MYSTERIOUS BLACK HAWKS who like NATURE as your consorts. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to SCYTHEKIND and your FETCH MODUS is CARD DECKS in which you are given a set of cards with unknown content and you have to guess the correct card to get the item you want. You are the dreamer of PROSPIT.

Your Trolltag is jeweledMaiden and (-You have probl3ms with "E", so 3 mak3s up for it.-)

**Luxian** · 02-26-2012, 12:06 PM

==> Be the cool troll.

Your name is LUXIAN ZAYNDO You have PURPLE BLOOD, making you one of the HIGHBLOODED trolls, not as if you CARE ABOUT THAT ANYWAY. You are the KNIGHT of DOOM, and you live in the LAND of LIGHTNING and FLOOD, with your BAT LUSUS which is inhabited by SALAMANDERS. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CHAINSAWKIND, and your INTERESTS are MUSIC and SCIENCE FICTION.
Your Trollian handle is arcticGalaxies and You speak properly with correct punctuation w/ some shortcuts and smileys and also some class~

**Araiss** · 02-26-2012, 01:52 PM

>Be the island caretaker.

Hmm..that's a simple task.~

Your name is Fellia Satent and you have a few things going on with you.

First off you're nine sweeps old, so you suppose you're getting on in the sweeps, you are close to the conscription age after all. You are also a highblood, an indigo in this case. You find yourself rather glad to be in such a position, not that you take advantage of it most of the time. Though you're an indigoblood you aren't a subjugglator, though you find nothing wrong with them personally. You just find it isn't the lifestyle for you.

You have a number of interests that you partake in, one of them being running. Whether it's running around your hive or just on top of buildings you find it pretty fun. You also enjoy taking care of plants, though you personally enjoy plants with poisonous traits. This includes fruit plants, and you grow separate patches of them without seeds to snack on from time to time. From these you create different poisons to use on trolls and focus exclusively on them, though you do know how to make antidotes as well. You also enjoy reading as well as movies, specifically romance ones. You know all the tales in them are pretty much always made up, but the way everything comes together to form a quadrant fascinates you.

Speaking of quadrants you fancy yourself a shipper! You will actively ship trolls in a notepad you carry, whether they know it or not, personally it doesn't matter to you. You always enjoy to see the ships you've made come together, especially the ones that involve yourself. You are pretty aggressive about your quadrants though, and there are reasons for that. As you are nine sweeps you have gone through some quadrants already, though through the loss as well as thievery of some of them it has caused you to do a few things. One of those being marking the quadrants you obtain with your symbol as to mark them and make sure no one steals them. You find the mark as a promise that they won't break the quadrant, and if they break said quadrant or if someone tries to steal it you will simply cull them. Though at times you won't since you see it as a sort of black advance towards you and you are in need of a kismesis.

But barring all of that you find yourself to be a fairly easy going troll, a proper troll if there is such a thing in this society. Your attitude can grow cold if someone annoys you though, and you aren't above with simply leaving or making it a point not to mess with you. You don't look it but you do fancy yourself to be pretty STRONG.

Lifestyle wise you live on an island, at least it's an island when the tide is high. When it's low it acts as a peninsula so that you can travel to land to get what you need whenever you need it. Your lusus is a mako shark, and just like her you can be speedy and cold when there's something you want. You have a clubKind strife specibus, specifically choosing to use a bat. Your fetch modus is the Power Meter modus, in where when you need to get an item out you need to beat a certain strength goal or use a specific amount of strength depending on the item, just like a carnival game.

Your trolltag is fearfulShipping and Your speaking usually denotes your mood.~

tl;dr

**Kattily** · 02-26-2012, 06:37 PM

Your name is SIMBIN ANPAKA, and it's not a good idea to accept a drink from you.

You fancy yourself a BREWER of fine POTIONS. Antidotes for all of the problems of trollkind. Your brews don't always work, sure, and sometimes have quite NASTY SIDE EFFECTS, but with enough work you're sure you can make a recipe to cure every ailment. This includes the nasty disease known as LOWBLOODS. See, your work looking for antidote recipes has also led to the discovery of multiple POISONS. This is why you no longer test your brews on yourself. Instead, you test them on RANDOM PASSERSBY, sometimes by SPIKING THEIR DRINKS, and sometimes by SELLING THEM. Usually this turns out to be highly AMUSING.

You live in a thick JUNGLE area which is extremely difficult to find your way around in, though you know it so well you can travel it with your eyes closed. It's very useful to you because it's full of PLANTS and HERBS which you use in your potions. Your HIVE is camouflaged into the trees, and positioned next to a RIVER. The WATER from the river is the only water you trust in your brews.

Your LUSUS, a POISONOUS WATER MOCCASIN, lives in the river next to your hive. SNAKEDAD donates his poison and shed scales to your recipes, and from this you have become IMMUNE to his poison. You aren't sure if this immunity also applies to other poisons, and aren't going to try to find out on your own.

You are quite HEMOLOYAL, but only to a certain extent. You enjoy EXPERIMENTING ON LOWBLOODS, but are also curious about potions that might mess up the hemospectrum, such as something that would allow you to GROW FINS and BREATHE UNDERWATER. Or a potion that could CHANGE a troll's BLOOD COLOR. You would NEVER use those brews YOURSELF, of course. Nope, never. Who even suggested that? You also tend to STUDY the SEADWELLERS and MUTANTS you meet to see if you can learn anything that will help you figure out what to use in your RECIPES.

Some trolls call you a bit of a JERK. You're pretty SELFISH, and usually only interested in what POTION INGREDIENTS you can gain from other trolls. You've devoted your entire life to your work, which makes you a bit of a WORKAHOLIC. Most trolls don't get to know you long enough to make any sort of JUDGEMENT on you. Usually they get into some sort of MYSTERIOUS ACCIDENT or just decide they don't want to deal with you anymore.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to the BREW MODUS. To get an item, you must mix a set of given ingredients in a certain way. It's good practice for your potionmaking. You have two STRIFE SPECIBI: STAFFKIND and POISONKIND. You use your staff as a WALKING STICK and way to help yourself BALANCE in the trees.

If you were to play a SILLY GAME that definitely does not exist, you would be the SAGE OF LIFE in the LAND OF LEAVES AND FOUNTAINS.

Your trolltag is commensurateConcoction, and you speak wit an almoast musical-soandin accent and tend ta write te way you speak.

TL;DR

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

Thread Tools

Search Thread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Re: Trollslum 9! Inkwell's Kyrill Herdot is the holder of the Golden Monocle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Posting Permissions