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

[The Flying Pig]

=> Be the overly-shy neatfreak.

ThaT's noT very neece...

Okay, okay, sorry.

=> Be the mouse girl.

much beTTer

Your name is MURIDA TERGEO, and you love COLLECTING THINGS. Some would even call it HOARDING, but that would be SILLY. After all, you keep everything in NICE NEAT PILES in order to keep track of it all.

Of course, the SOME in that sentence is HYPOTHETICAL, because you DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS. The aforementioned HOARDING and your DEBILITATING SHYNESS prevents you from getting to know any trolls. It’s too bad, because you would probably be a GREAT MOIRAIL. You GENUINELY CARE about other trolls, which would probably make you NUMBER ONE on the LIST TO BE CULLED when you become eligible if you wouldn’t already be from your EMPTY QUADRANTS.

You haven’t had much luck GETTING PAIL since the INCIDENT with your KISMESIS several sweeps ago. You DON’T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT, but it ended with you LOSING ONE HORN, causing your sense of balance to be HOPELESSLY RUINED. But you managed to escape and now you and your squeakbeast lusus are PERMANENTLY FLEEING in order not to be murdered, dragging your HUGEASS COLLECTION with you wherever you flee.

Of course, it remains in NEAT PILES.

Your trolltag is timorousTidier and you Type een a queeT voeece weeTh a beeT of a squeak. when you geT flusTered you Tend to squeak all of your words weeTh squeak. when you geT very ageeTaTed you jusT squeak squeak squeak squeak…

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NAME: Murida Tergeo
AGE: 6 Solar Sweeps
SPECIES: Troll
GENDER: Female
CHUMHANDLE/TROLLTAG: timorousTidier
QUIRK: Replaces “i” with “ee,” and uses no capitalization except for her Ts. Besides that, her grammar and spelling are fine. When she is upset her words begin to trail off into "squeaks.”
PERSONALITY: Very sensitive, but quite optimistic and cheerful. She is a great friend, but is very shy and can’t really speak to highbloods at all without trailing off into squeaks. She can attack if she must, but prefers a tactical retreat unless she is forced to stand up and fight.
TITLE: Maid of Hope
LAND : Land of Piles and Pathways
CONSORTS: Little glowing mice that light the pathways in her land
STRIFE SPECIBUS: Whipkind (more used for pulling enemies off-balance than for actual whipping)
FETCH MODUS: Jenga – all of the items are in a large pile and must be carefully pulled out. If one fails to pull an item out, the contents of the sylladex are ejected.
ANCESTOR: The Gatherer
LUSUS: Squeakbeast (mouse)
BLOOD COLOR: Yellow

Contact me at muridatergeo.tumblr.com, if you'd like. :3
EDIT: or timorousTidier at Pesterchum! 8D

[elegyEccentric]

Your name is EPIRRA NIORUN.

Your quaint hive is a fiery death trap waiting to happen thanks to all the MOLDY LITERATURE scattered about. Your numerous adventures to acquire such works are as convoluted as they are incredibly silly. You favor those detailing HEMOEQUAL CULTS and DASHING REVOLUTIONARIES, but if anyone asks, you say the ANCIENT FORTUNE-TELLING and ASTRONOMY writings are your favorites! You’re not looking to die, even if you do kinda-sorta-really like those ideals! You may or may not even style yourself as an ANNALIST, busy preserving knowledge of the most ancient, most blasphemous of history…But not really, ha ha, you like living! It’s probably a very good thing that you live in the mountains of Bumfuck Nowhere, even if it is lonely!

You are something of an UNINTENTIONAL VEGETARIAN because you are an INCREDIBLY SHITTY HUNTER. Your lusus doesn’t expect much different; after all, she's too small to be much use there! The sad garden of misshapen roots and weeds confirms that you are also TERRIBLE AT YOUR HORTICULTURAL PURSUITS. At least you aren’t terrible at keeping your head down, making friends, and not pissing off your superiors! When you aren’t reading or disgracing the dirt, you waste time by GAZING VACANTLY AT THE STARS. Fate is something that totally exists and can be divined through consulting the forty-eight constellations, which you do frequently. Your HORRORSCOPE MODUS relies on their grace to give you what you need. It…Doesn’t work well.

When you sleep, you SEE THE DREAMS OF OTHERS, though this comes with a lot of stipulations and restrictions that you’re still not completely sure of, but you’ve been experimenting with it since you were a wiggler! Sometimes dreaming telepaths will talk to you, but it tends to HURT LIKE BLISTERING FUCK-HELL.

Your fortunes are rarely accurate, but no one expects you to be a SEER or something silly-fake like that! You aren’t much anything but a nerd with too many books, which is a damn shame because you’re not good being anything but that! Goodness is your future going to suck! When you cannot abscond like a wuss, you wallop your foes with your heaviest tome and DOOM them to a massive headache.

Your trolltag is slumberingOccultist and you tend t]o[ ramble, fluttering ab]o[ut with y]o[ur w]o[rds and th]o[ughts, and be ]o[verly energetic!

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Name: Epirra Niorun
Age: Eight sweeps
Lusus: Moth, wingspan matching the width of her shoulders
Symbol: Alchemical sign for silver
Tag: slumberingOccultist
Blood: Mustard yellow [A1A100]
Quirk: all l]o[wercase, exlamati]o[ns and c]o[mmas frequent, sneaks in her lusus f]o[r a certain letter!

Ancestor: Annalist Witstain
Strife Specibus: Tomekind
Fetch Modus: Horrorscope (48 cards corresponding to each zodiac sign; whatever is drawn is meant to be drawn, as dictated by the stars’ whims!)

[Tac]

==> Be the poor, raggedy lowblood.

Whatever, br0.

==> Okay, be the the tech-savvy rustblood.

That works t00, 1 guess. 1t's whatever.


Your name is Tybarr Harlet. You are 7 sweeps old. You are very relaxed, and very chill. You have the attitude that everything will be alright if you let it pan out, and you tend not to give a fuck about anything.

Many people say you are a "computer wiz" and you tend to agree with them. You use you computing skills for simple things like coding and building machinery, though you do many advanced projects, like writing coding for the city's defense system or creating a program that can track a person's movement. All kinds of things, really. You aren't a hacker though, and you like to distinguish that. You like to help people, not hurt. Which brings us to the next point. You are a peace lover, and are generally against fighting. You are good with medicines and helping people, so you want to become a medic once taken off planet. Avoid the fighting, and help people.

You are a leader to most of your friends, though you don't consider yourself one. You aren't one of those assholes who screams and yells to get their point across. Rather, you just practice your patience and cunning and can usually maneuver your way out of a tricky situation. There tend to be a lot of those, being a lowblood in a city. Most highbloods push you around, so you tend not to trust too many. You stick to your kind of people, lowbloods, and when you do encounter a violent highblood, you can usually escape using either your tact or your speed.

You are very fast. Years of having to abscond from a fight have sharpened your reflexes, which have now become lighting fast. Your hive is a small, cozy house in a slummy part of town, which you live in with your lusus, Koaladad. Other trolls don't go into your area of town because it looks like a ghetto, but you actually live with very nice lawnring neighbors. You consider yourself to be a bit of a negotiator, because when you need to you have a way with words. You do in general, but most of the time you talk like an everyday normal troll.

You are relatively poor, and being such, can't persue as many of your interests as you like. That being the case, when you aren't spending what little you have on computing, you buy yourself video games. You like to believe you are a gaming prodigy. The truth is, you're not. You kind of suck at video games. You are, though, famous on the internet for creating different mods for different games. It's a hobby you're proud of.

Your strife specubus is BLADEKIND, usually something small and easy to hide while walking in the streets. Your fetch modus is set to CODE, in which you have to write coding that releases what you need.

If, hypothetically, you were to discover, unencrypt, and create an apocalyptic game for you and your friends, you would become the Heir of Life, in the Land of Concrete and Ruin.

Your trolltag is collectedConciliator and you Speak as 1f y0u were us1ng b1nary.

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Name: Tybarr Harlet
Blood Color: #800000
Gender: Male
Age: 7 Sweeps
Lusus: Koala
Strife Specibus: Bladekind
Fetch Modus: Code
Trolltag: collectedConciliator
Quirk: Binary- 1's for I's, 0's for o's

Sgrub:
Title: Heir of Life
Land: Land of Concrete and Ruin
Consorts: Giant Cardinals
Ancestor: The Med1at0r

[Overlard]

> Be the oddball dork who breaks everything

Well aren't y{o}u the clever {o}ne? I c{o}uld tackle y{o}u d{o}wn right n{o}w if I wanted!

> Oh yeah ri-OOF!!

N{o}w where were we? {O}h, right.



Your name is CALASP BREIGS and you are EIGHT sweeps old. Your blood is a MUDDY BROWN (#8C3F00) hue, placing you among the lower tiers of the hemospectrum. Speaking of which, you are rather intimidated by it. You always do your best to follow the highbloods orders, 'lest they take to a foul mood and strike you down. Your own words.

First and foremost, you absolutely LOVE (if that was a thing) the science of PHYSICS. More specifically, QUANTUM PHYSICS. Or just mechanics, depending on one's vernacular. You've spent many a long night poring over textbooks on the subject, ever since your POWER first manifested itself. You just want to eventually be able to remember ALL the quarks and leptons and such right off the top of your SKULL. But a think pan can only hold so much, and your memory isn't exactly the greatest. You've often forgotten many important things back at your hive, up to and including FOOD for long travels. You're not really sure why your memory is so bad. Or what you were just talking about. Strange.

Moving on, you also enjoy trying to learn all you can about other PLANETS that trolls know about. Information tends to be a bit sparse and heavily propaganda filled, which is to be expected. Some could say you're a fact book in training, albeit one with ripped out and soggy pages. Another HOBBY of yours is building and launching small MODEL ROCKET SHIPS! It's a cheap enough hobby to maintain, and you enjoy getting to watch the small things go boom in the sky. For some reason they never get up too high without exploding! Maybe one night you'll find out why. Finally, you spend a lot of time working with ELECTRONICS, specifically just fiddling with them. Of course, a large majority of the electronics you own tend to become FRIED rather easily, so you mostly work without. Thank god no one cares about moondial watches.

But why do those electronics get so fried? Well it has part to do with your fiddling, but that in itself has to do with your previously mentioned POWER. It's a PASSIVE one, something you've never been able to just turn off. Basically, you emit a small EMP field around yourself at all times. It's not at all large enough to cover a room, it only extends to whatever you can physically touch. This has lead to several complications when trying to use a husktop or something similar, as they quickly short out and refuse to turn back on. Once this power manifested, you became interested in how the EMP field functioned as it did. You then delved into the world of atoms and molecules, gradually moving onto the general field of physics and quantum mechanics. It's still a pain to this night, however, and you routinely run through several husktops every few perigees or so.

Your lusus is a HUMMINGBIRD, a very annoying sort of creature. He's fascinating to watch in stop motion, but in every other case he likes to get right in your ear and just HUM away. Asshole. He also likes to peck you on the head every time you forget something, in an effort to be some sort of reminder. You've told him several times it just hurts a lot and doesn't help but he seems to suffer from similar memory problems. Or maybe he's just stubborn, you can't really understand him that well.

Your HIVE is located in a small neighborhood of other trolls, otherwise known as a LAWNRING. Your neighbors mostly ignore you and you mostly ignore them. Once in a while though, someone gets culled. That's when you swoop in like a little vulture to grab as much stuff to pawn as you can. Textbooks and microscopes aren't cheap you know! Your knowledge of physics has come in handy here, resulting in some rather cartoonish plots for stealing things out of a dead troll's hive. That's probably a show on the troll-TV. Probably. You wouldn't know since you don't watch it much.

Your fetch modus is set to CIRCUIT. For every item put in, a small circuit board is generated for when you want to take it out. The catch is that when that time comes, you have to quickly trace the path of least resistance based on troll-ohm's law for electricity. This quickly becomes headache inducing whenever you want to take something out, and guessing incorrectly results in a brand new board. You find it a very frustrating modus to deal with.

Your strife specibus is flailKind, with your preferred choice of weaponry being MORNING STARS. It takes a bit of a swing, but since it's all based on proper physics of motion and whatnot, it's a good choice for you. Though mental calculations tend to make fighting and striking take a very, very long time.

If you managed not to fry the disc long enough and played a GAME, you would be the PRINCE of TIME in the land of LIGHTNING and TOWERS.

Whenever you manage to jerry rig an EMP shield for a husktop, you sign on as atomicTinkerer and you tend to Speak {o}n a m{o}lecular level.

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Name: Calasp Briegs
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood: Mud brown #8c3f00
Lusus: Hummingbird
Fetch modus: Circuit
Strife Specibus: flailKind
Title: Prince of Time
Land: Land of Lightning and Towers (LOTAT)
Trolltag: atomicTinkerer
Quirk: o's surrounded by brackets.

[Strider]

Made some small edits, but wasn't really sure how to expand or anything. And then I had a church meeting to go to and so wasn't able to devote a whole lot of thought to it at the time due to that. Currently thinking of how I can make it better.

The thing about the mutation was I wanted to have a troll that would be a numnutz without his mutation but is a genius due to that or something, idk. It was an idea I wanted to see if I could run with and make into something.

Updated profile with added info and some other edits.

Be the Land dwelling Low blood.

Re6une6ancies, tisk tisk. Perhaps you coul6 try a6ain?

Be the Genius Low Blood.

Your name is Capens Ryurax. You are five and a half feet tall with horns reminiscent of a ram. You are but a lowly brown blood, but your ambition knows no limits, and your genius surpasses that of all others. At least, that is what you think of yourself, and you are likely to continue thinking as such until you find someone who is better than you.

You absolutely love TINKERING WITH MACHINERY, especially the kind that TESTS THE LIMITS OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE. You are always SCAVENGING FOR THE BEST PARTS. Not only that, but you constantly KEEP AN EYE ON MACHINE STORES for whatever you need. You buy what you can, and steal what you can't via tunneling drones that you built yourself.

You never STICK WITH ONE PARTICULAR FIELD of building and tinkering. You just want to TEST THE LIMITS OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE on such things and expand it as far as you possibly can. Still, a troll has got to make a living, so you often take on jobs fixing and building things. Of course, for anything that you are building you insist that you are given the materials that are needed for the job, or at least the Ceagers needed to get the parts in addition to your commission.

Your tendency to tinker with all sorts of machines is not all you do though. You have a penchant for READING, particularly things that INVOLVE YOUR INTERESTS. You also are an avid collector of GUNS OF ALL KINDS, and when you are not busy with TINKERING AND INVENTING, you maintain your weapons collection. You never know when you might need them, after all. You also FLARP, and have a tendency to go on SOLO MISSIONS, usually against other teams of three or four so that you can lure them into a WELL PLACED TRAP and then loot them for everything they have. Sure, it's kind of cheap, but this is Alternia. The strong survive and the weak get culled. That's life, and as you are fond of saying, "Life sucks. An6 then you 6ie."

Your view on the Hemospectrum is one of disdain, but you are smart enough to keep your mouth shut on that matter, as well as a great many other things, in order to stay out of trouble. Personally, you don't care about where you were landed, and you don't care to try and fake your blood color, a cullable offense. Instead, you use everything that you have in order to leverage your way on up into the favor of high bloods.

Your Lusii are A SWARM OF DRAGONFLIES. Your Sylladex Modus is the Mechanic Modus, which helps you to keep sharp with what your chosen field of work. Your Strife Specibus is the 2x six shot kind. your troll tag is mechanicalGenius and you ten6 to 6e a little twitchy with the tri66er fin6er when you feel threatene6.

[evilqwert]

==> Be the tired looking one.
Of courze I look tired. I'm an inzomniac, you azzhole. Now zhove of.
==> Be the very tired, very rude insomniac.
That'z juzt uncalled for.
==> Stop arguing with your own creation and get started already.


(Image is out of date. Clothing, symbol, and horns have been changed.)

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Your name is MALVAK NOCTOR. You are almost 8 sweeps old.

You have several INTERESTS that are usually pretty easy to pick up on. You have a passion for COMIC BOOKS. You get teased about liking books MEANT FOR GRUBS but you don't think of comics like that. You like to program computers, and you ARE ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD. Your programs usually work the way they should, but sometimes there are SERIOUS PROBLEMS. When you mature, you aspire to become a VIGILANTASSASSIN, even though you've always been told they aren't real. When you aren't reading COMIC BOOKS, you like to DO RESEARCH on THINGS THAT INTEREST YOU, particularly WEAPONS, but it is usually just a waste of time, because it's mostly USELESS INFORMATION.

You have PSYCHIC ABILITIES that also give you a HEIGHTENED SENSE OF AWARENESS, but because your mind is UNNATURALLY ACTIVE you have developed SEVERE INSOMNIA, so that you are ALWAYS TIRED, and sometimes you will SUDDENLY COLLAPSE.

You have recently downloaded a new game from The Troll Bay. You think this game will be a CHANCE FOR SOMETHING BETTER. To make it more enjoyable and meaningful, you will distribute the game to your friends, and you will act as TEAM LEADER to make sure IDIOTS DON'T RUIN IT.

You like to talk with your other troll pals, but get easily EXTREMELY IRRITATED by others, and tend to LASH OUT WHEN PROVOKED. You have been trying out a new chat client beta called TROLLIAN, and you are liking it a lot. Your trolltag is nocturnalDefender and you zpeak with a zlight tired zlur to your wordz.

What will you do?

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You are the PARIAH OF SHADOW, or you will be once you awake on DERSE. Once you enter the game, you will start in the LAND OF DARKNESS AND DELUSION, which is inhabited by GILA MONSTERS. There, the enemies drop GARNET GRIST and serve the feared Denizen ???, and hopefully you can overcome him with you gloveKind strife specibus. Your username is nocturnalDefender, and you use the TILE PUZZLE fetch modus. You have MEDIUM SIZED Z-LIKE horns. You are a lowblood, #8C1717, to be exact. You almost never interact with you LUSUS, BATDAD, and so you grew up ALMOST ENTIRELY ALONE. Your ANCESTOR was THE RESTLESS, and he HAD HIS EYES GOUGED OUT, but had EXTRAORDINARY MENTAL POWERS TO COMPENSATE and DIED SEARCHING FOR A PLACE WITH EQUALITY AND SAFETY FOR THOSE HE CARED ABOUT.

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Name: Malvak Noctor
Pariah of Shadow
Land of Darkness and Delusion
Strife Specibus: gloveKind
Symbol: Alchemical Silver (Represents Ancestor. The line is the blindfold he wore.)
Chumhandle: nocturnalDefender
Lusus: Batdad
Blood Color: #8C1717
Quirk: s-->z

This is unfinished! I'm up for feedback, and will most likely update this, especially once I make an up to date sprite.

[DirigibleAeroSpaCe]

UNFINISHED

Relationship with lusus
Relationship with other trolls
Position and views on Alternian society
Hobbies/obsessions
Talents
Personal motivations

> Look around and build another treehive.

(;")Ummm, n000. L00k, 1 d0n't have the t1me. 1've a1lready g0t 0ne, s000 why w0u1ld 1 need an0ther 0ne? R1ght, 1t's c1luttered, but 1 st11l1l w0n't bu1ld an0ther 0ne.(;")

> Then be the blue-blooded bastard with a mangled left eye.

(;")That 1s me, a1lr1ght!(;")

Your name is ACRAEA REGELA, and you are approximately 12 sweeps old. Being that you have AZURE (#008080) BLOOD, you consider yourself as a MEDIUM. Even though your STRANGE SYMBOL is not the same color as your blood, you don't give a damn.

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Name:
Trolltag:
Blood color:

Miscellaneous details: Typing quirk, lusus, strife specibus, fetch modus, quadrant partners, abilities
Sburb details: Land, title, dreamself planet, denizen, consort, quest, sprite, cruxite artifact, etc.

[klaw]

>Be the weird freak with bloody hair and features
\//\|-|-|-|-|-|-|/\\/< Fuck you, ya 6etter change it 6efore I kick your a55
>Be the violent Faygoholic with a weird ability
\//\|-|-|-|-|-|-|/\\/< That 5till 5uck5 6ut whatever



Personality:
Your name is Destro Mintaj. You are now 6.46 solar sweeps old and are seriously stressed out because of the fact that you just ran outta Faygo.

You live in a forest hive with your lusus and his pack, which, unlike any other trolls before you, is a huge canine-like creature with only a skull for a head and a sting-crab like tail called a dreadbeast. You generally act like you don't care except when you run outta Faygo or a pup found it's way into your room and won't leave. This is partly because of a pack mentality and also partly because of animal-like instincts and . Despite your aloofness you are fairly hateful, but not about the nature of your relationship with the lusi in your hive.

Your lusus-like instincts have allowed you to become adept at hunting, fighting, and tracking, almost bordering on needing to kill every once in a while. You like to think that you're part dreadbeast, though, as you can chase down a full-grown hoofbeast without breaking a sweat and kill it swiftly, you can also control other lusus and creatures by sharing your blood with them. You secretly hope to become a Rabidinnitiator a branch of the Alternian military that raises and releases angry and starving lusi thus releasing them among the enemy to break up lines and hunt down stragglers.

Your trolltag is demonCaller and you tend to talk \//\|-|-|-|-|-|-|/\\/< like thi5. 8ecause you can and 6ecause you want to.

You never played Sgrub because you and Sollux never got along very well, but you figured out what you would've been and the land you would've been in; Youd've been the Summoner of Death and been in the Land of Fire and Darkness

Your Strife Specib are whip kind and blade kind. Your Fetch Modus is a Disaster Modus and causes a random horrible thing to happen to something or someone around you. You don't think that anyone should know about any partners you may or may not have

Details:
Name: Destro Mintaj
Trolltag: demonCaller
Blood color: Dark green (#006400)
Strife Specibi: Whip kind and Blade kind
Fetch Modus: Disaster Modus
Lusus: Dreadbeast
Quadrant Partners: none of your business
Abilities: lusus-like instincts/attributes/senses and blood control
Gender: Male
Land: Land of Fire and darkness(LOFAD)
Consorts: Ravens
Title: Summoner of Death
Goal: Top Rabidinnitiator

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[Quiskiver]

Be the slightly slow troll

I'mm a \|/izard!

Who also wants to be a wizard

Yaaaaaaaay!



Your name is now NICOWT CORORA, and you are just tad slower than the average troll. You're smart in your own way. That's what your GORILLA Lusus tells you anyway. She's so nice. She's also kind of overprotective. But you like her enough, she let's you go around and play in your TREEHOUSE HIVE. You like SWINGING from it's many branches, but sometimes you fall off and hit the not soft ground. That's not fun because you squirt MID-GREEN JUICE and it makes stings in your body. But it's good that you heal eventually. Oh, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, you were explaining yourself. Let's get back to that.

You're around 6.46 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, and for your time on Alternia, you've mostly spent it FLARPING, which you really like, READING OLD TEXT LEFT BY YOUR ANCESTOR, boring sometimes, BRANCH SWINGING, previously mentioned, and TRYING TO BE A WIZARD, which is tied in to other interests. You don't know why, but you just find wizards so cool. Well, you find anything cool. Like your lusus says, you're special that way. Let's get back on topic, shall we? You usually flarp as a WIZARD, which your ancestor, THE ARCANIST, was fabled to be. In your ancestor's texts, page after page describes SPELLS IN AN ODD LANGUAGE.....at least, that's what you think it is. Sometimes you can make out the words, but it's gibberish mostly.

You rarely make contact with other trolls outside of your flarp sessions, partly because you think they're SCARED OF YOU. One time you think went a little too far in one of your games, and everybody you played with WENT TO SLEEP and dribbled their JUICE all over the place.

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Who are these douchebags?


Try to make sense of this mess

From left to right, are DARING, BORED, and CHILL Nicowt, all offspring of this troll's MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER. Now, most of the time, the real Nicowt, the green one, is usally in control, and is completely oblivious to these other personas. Each one is respective in their own personality, and each believe that their blood matches the coat they have on.

Daring Nicowt takes over whenever extreme measures are needed, such as traversing a dangerous obstacle or killing an enemy normal Nicowt couldn't handle on his own. He's usually brash and has quite the short-fused temper.

Bored Nicowt comes when intellect is required. He's quite versatile in all literary, mathematical, and scientific inquiries, but rarely has the enthusiasm to use it for a greater extent.

Chill Nicowt....well...he's not really useful for anything. Maybe just for when Nicowt needs to relax more?

You really aren't much of a fighter with your WANDKIND strife specibus. It can't do any magic or shoot spells, 'cause it's just a plastic toy. But it's got a little laser pointer on the end though so you can pretend! Pew-pew! It's accompanying modus is the CRAFT MODI, with every item capthalogued, you have to work out a craft recipe for that item with certain ingredients. Larger and more important stuff require complicated schemes and rarer ingredients. It's a hassle, but it's the only modus you have.

If you were to partake in a Sgrub game, you'd be the BLOOD OF ROOK...oh...wait, you'd be the ROOK OF BLOOD in the LAND OF CROSSWAYS AND RUIN, in which UNICORN consorts inhabit. Yes, unicorns.

Your trolltag is misterWizardry, and you _|ust like emmphasizing on \|/izards and mmagic and all that.

tldr

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Name: Nicowt Corora
Age: 6.46 solar sweeps, 14 in human years.
Gender: Male
Height: 5' even.
Weight: A 90-something pound weakling
Symbol: A symbol for balance amongst his personalities
Blood Color: #008951
Quirk: Doubles his m's, and replaces w with \|/ and j with _|
Lusus: Silver-backed Gorilla
Sprite: NA
Strife Specibus: Wandkind
Fetch Modus: Craft Modi
Title: Rook of Blood
Planet: Land of Crossways and Ruin
Consorts: Unicorns
Denizen: Volos, the slavic god of magic.

Theme

[Eeveeon8]

> Be the be the idiot who has no friends
Zap! Woah!!! No need to go that far!!! That isn't me!!!
> Be the Random Dude
Zap! That's more like it. =)



Your name is Luxios Demens and there is always room for improvement. Always have and always will. You also have a habit of referring to the westerly wall as the Fourth Wall and always try to repair at when you can. You have only one psychic power, but it counters itself out. The easiest way to describe it is you have electricity running in your veins. Not that it's good. You dont get to fire electricity out of your hand or any of the cool stuff. You just have it running through you. On the plus side, it makes you have an infinite supply of energy, which gives you great speed and stamina, as you don't tire out easily. On the negative side, not many people like you. That's because of your "Aura" of electricity that does something to people minds that makes them generally dislike you. You are 5.85 solar sweeps, but you say you're 6. Anyways, you are pretty smart and will understand almost everything you say. You spend alot of time coding or flarping, although you're pretty new to that. Because of the hyperactivity caused from the electricity, you tend to change the subject often and use TONS of exclamation or question marks. People kinda think your insane. Anyways, the electricity, because of it's conductivity, jump to metal or other conductive materials. You can use any metal object as a weapon but you prefer your specialized Hand-and-a-half sword with a metal handle. If you don't have your sword on you, you will use a crowbar. Your lusus is a seagull, which you think is ironic, you try not to touch him or even stay remotely near him. If you had enough friends to play SGRUB with, you would probably be the Prince of Time or something and you would be in the Land of Control and Symmetry. You'd probably hate it. Oh, did I mention your obsessed with electricity? Your horns are in the same shape. Your Fetch Modi is the Chance Modus and you pick a random number, the modus chooses a number, and if you get it right, the item pops out. You, so far, are the only person who has gotten it right every time. You think its because of your electric charge. That's cool. I think that's all I have left.

Your Trolltag is randomInsanity and Zap! To you, everything iz very zhocking!

Details:
Name: Luxios Demens
Trolltag: randomInsanity
Blood color: Close to seadweller purple (#3C0078 )
Typing quirk: Begins every post with Zap! Replace S's with Z's, over use the exclamation mark, replaces Fuck with Zap.
Lusus: Seagull
Strife Specibus: Boltswordkind imagine it, or you can just look at the picture at the bottom of the page.
Fetch Modus: Chance Modus
Quadrant partners: None. =(
Abilities: Electricity runs through my veins and doesn't kill me pretty much summarizes it.
Land: Land of Control and Symmetry. (LOCAS) XD Locas Locus
Title: Prince of Time
Dreamself Planet: Prospit, it's yellow.
Denizen: Jupiter
Consorts: The Evil Plastic Turtles! =O
Symbol: Lightning bolt

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To you, this thing is fucking badass, although you don't know how it fits its baldric.

[derangedDrummer]

> Be the music-obsessed no-life

Now now, that's not exactly very nice. Also, if I'm a lowlife, then why do you want to be me? :I

> Shut up

Heh.




Your name is BATERA TAMBOR. You are a master of the ancient arts of PERCUSSION, or as others would put it, a PRETTY DAMN GOOD DRUMMER. You also enjoy READING and ART.

You live in a nice cosy hive by a river with your LUSUS, a MINIATURE POODLE.
You can be very PLEASANT and NICE to those around you, but you do have quite a MEAN STREAK sometimes. That might have been caused by being SPOILED ROTTEN by your OVER PROTECTIVE LUSUS.

Your trolltag is derangedDrummer and you like to show your pity for the incredibly awesoMMe MMoirail you haVVe by honoring his (old) handle’s initials.

Name: Batera Tambor
Trolltag: derangedDrummer
Blood color: Grey blue (#2e5b7f)
Symbol: The symbol for the constellation Horologium, meaning clock.

[Syvar]

>Be the douche with the striped mohawk
Yeah! sure HaHaHa! Why not HaHaHa!
>Debate insulting title
Nah! No use for that! My friend HaHaHa!

Your name is Gryhun Terjes, you're 8.5 sweeps old, and you don't fight much. For a subjug.
It's not that you don't like fighting, or that you're no good at it, or you're so diplomatic no one fights you, or that your handaxe is dull. You just... Seem to never have to raise a weapon. You know why, but no one else seems to. They never ask, you guess.
You're more the social type anyways. A joker. You really like to think you're quite the comedian. And sometimes you are quite funny. Especially when you've had some time to prepare, or if someone accidentally sets you up for somehting.
Oh, did I mention you eat trolls? No? Well, you would think that'd be something to get out there right away. When you were a wriggler you were a bit of a biter, and you never grew out of it. Of course, you rarely ever eat live trolls, or entire ones. Too much struggling and indigestion, respectively.
Your lusus is a Stripebeast (Zebra). Some times you like to ride on his back, but you're getting bigger and he's not getting any stronger. Not too long until you'll be carrying him around, he often jokes.
Your trolltag is sanguineAntics and you Draw attention to yourself! Laughing loudly all the time HaHaHa! The whole world is a joke! And you're the only one who gets it HaHaHa! unless youre the butt of the joke... HaHaHa! Butt HaHaHa!

[Voidwolf]

> Be... Oh my... The hair, it’s out of control!


Perhaps it would be best to...

> Be the Auspistice

[Uninterested] Yeah, yeah, let’s move this along.

Your name is ELANUS LAETUS, and everyone you know uses you as their (short-term) Auspistice.
It’s hard having so many ashen relationships, it’s hard and no one else cares.

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What should be mentioned straight off is that you have innate urges to help other Trolls with their relationship troubles; you really, really hate them at times. But you just cannot help it when they come to you with them. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately (you don’t have anything to give in this regard) people only ever contact you for Auspistising. They seem to believe it’s your only purpose on Alternia.
Perhaps it’s because you made the mistake of Auspistising for a pair of socialites. They never ever shut up. But really, you’ve given up caring about the reasons.

The Ashen quadrant is the only quadrant in which you have relationships, in fact every troll in your narrowing circle of acquaintances is in that quadrant and you Auspistise for them all. But only ever for a short period of time, if you don’t get fed up with most of them, they do. The result is a constantly shifting series of relationships as you constantly move on to help the next pair.
You are such an Ashen player...
That is with the exception of your Moirail who you gained by chance, from a former Ashen relationship. Your Moirail is perhaps the best and worst Moirail you could ask for; in return for you helping her keep a distant and aloof exterior by being the outlet for all of her “frowned” upon activities, she makes sure you maintain your manifold Ashen quadrants, and at times your sanity, forcibly if necessary. When you get into your moods she can be quite forcible and she never, ever lets up once she gets started. You have to admit, no matter how much you dislike it at the time, it works. You will also admit the way your Moirail goes on about how a proper troll should hold no interest in studying or being a “book-slither-beast” irritates you, especially since she herself studies it. She ought to care about her image a little less in your opinion. You put up with it though because if she stopped going through historical texts she might spend more with her ridiculous fixation on this concept of “fashion” and when she gets started she starts sending you clothes. Urgh, thinking of those makes your stomach turn. You only wear them because your Moirail repeatedly pesters you into wearing them.

You live quite deep inside a primeval forest full of trees larger than hives. Your hive is situated in the crown of a particularly large tree the huge branches easily support your moderately sized hive, the main section of which just pokes above the crown of the tree where huge bay windows allow the deadly Alternian sunlight, well deadly to none Jade bloods, to stream into your hive.
You live here partially because you like it, partially because it’s remote and partially because your ferocious Talon-Beast Lusus demanded a nice wooded area to live and hunt in.
You care about Kitemom really, even if she does take up a third of your hive with her open air nest and even if she does make a lot of noise when hunting down whatever she hunts. You don’t like to ask as it must be something big considering she is quite a bit bigger than you. The upside of her size is that when harnassed up she is more than capable of carrying you around the forest, though she prefers the harness to be on her underside to prevent your limbs getting in the way of her powerful wings, and possibly coming off. You enjoy flying with your Lusus over the forest, especially during the day.

Others would say that the finer arts of Romance are a serious hobby for you, this was the case unfortunately your Ashen quadrants have drained you of interest in that field.
You have an interest in reading both factual and fictional books. Usually historical documents or long tales of several genres and you have plenty to read from in your modest library. It was this in particular that lead you to discover several documents which belonged to your ancestor, all of them particularly fascinating works. Well the ones that aren’t relating to the intricacies of romance are anyway. Which means very few are actually fascinating. Does any other troll have as boring an ancestor as you? You doubt it. Which is why her scrolls are all on a hopefully unreachable shelf in a box which is locked. You can’t bear anymore romance at this point in time.
Another interest of yours, perhaps stemming from your choice of literature, is computer gaming. You prefer games which involve strategic planning, somewhat unusual among lower blooded and younger trolls who prefer more bloody games. Alternian Total War is a particular favourite of yours when you are in the mood for real-time strategy or some intrigue. But when the turn-based urge comes upon you, games like Civilisations are more appealing. You aren’t particularly good at those games though. You believe your interest in computer games led to your periodic roleplaying occasions.
You have to admit you are often quite introverted.

You can reliably say that your Moirail is your only motivation. She constantly bugs you to keep you motivated. You doubt she ever sleeps because she’s even pestering you during the day, the only time you are ever awake these days. It has yet to occur to you that she might not live on the same side of the planet as you. You Auspistice your remaining relationships as she insists that it’s the only way you’ll get a chance at getting a Matesprit or a Kismesis since it’s the only way you ever meet people these days. She has a point about your Ashen relationships, it was how you got a Moirail as well. You hate it when she’s right. It’s infuriating.

As much you go on about your Moirail though she has helped you out with her considerable wealth and power to help you out with your modus. You regret getting the Slack Modus when you were going through a particularly lazy period. It only allows you to withdraw items that will allow you to put in minimal amounts of effort for your current situation. At times it can be a pain, at times it can be quite useful. It all depends. You did switch your strife specibus later on though. Sometimes it would kick up a fuss when you attempted to put your weapon back away. It wasn’t meant to interfere with captchaloguing items and what not, though.
Your Moirail sent you a costly, but effective, Automated Sentry Gun which apparently does not require any effort to use. Sometimes she really does pull through for you.

Your Trolltag is sylvanFlyer and you [Weary] State your current mood when you speak.

If you ever played that abomination of reality, SGrub, you would be the Seer of Heart in the Land of Trees and Ash.


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Name: Elanus Laetus
Gender: Female
Trolltag: sylvanFlyer
Blood-colour: Jade (~009966)
Lusus: Large Talon-Beast (Kite)
Quirk: States emotions and feelings as they change
Age: ~7-8 sweeps
Fetch Modus: Slack Modus
Strife specibus: Sentrykind
Sburb Land: Land of Trees and Ash
Sburb Title: Seer of Heart

{First fantroll}

[Quiskiver]

>Be the cannibalistic Vicar with the ridiculously complicated facepaint


No NEED For Ssuch VIOLENT Wordsss, Dear Brother.

>Be the Envoy of the Mirthful Messiah

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Your name is OZZMOR AZTUCA, age 7.85 solar sweeps, and you are what your fellow subjugglators call a is a VICAR DECAPULATOR, or in layman's terms, AN ASSISTANT TO A PRIEST of the MOST HOLY SUBJUGGLATOR RELIGION. Ever since birth, you've been carefully raised to this position, your every being and passing moment dedicated in preparation of the Mirthful Messiah's coming. With this position, much more COMPLICATED FACEPAINT is required of you, and this is the only part of your theology that you find quite annoying and bothersome. Waking up long before the cockbeast crows to painstakingly put on the makeup everyday, and it's only oging to get worse AS YOU GO UP IN RANK. Now as you near the age of becoming a true troll adult, your irises slowly adjusting to your blood color, you are only a step away to becoming a PRIEST yourself, ready to even give a sermon within a sanctuary. But you know you are so much more than that. You've got a little idea in your head that you are to be an ENVOY of the Mirthful Messiah himself, to become his right hand, or possibly his left if that position is taken, when his glorious return to Alternia draws near. You will help govern over the weak, ensure no troll goes unheeded, and best all, you get to DECAPITATE those who would oppose the Messiah.

>Enough about your religion, let's move onto you

My RELIGION Isss Me.

>Fine, let's move onto other interests

I'm Ssensssing A TONE There.

Other than your obvious love of your religious lifestyle, you have a fond collection of EYEWEAR. With nothing to do all day but either chant, pray, or gaze out a window, you've taken to collecting as many sunglasses, glasses, shades, goggles and eyepieces as you can. No particular reason, but you believe it's because of Alternia's HARSH SUN.You don't like it very much, preferring the darkness of a subjug's cathedral. Maybe you collect these things to protect your eyes?

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>Show off dat collection



You're pretty sure this is awesome.

Other than that, you have few other hobbies other than enjoying the occasional sugary treat and troll organ.

>Wait, backspace a bit there. Troll organ?

Yesss, Isss There A PROBLEM With That?

In a more disturbing tone, you have an affinity towards CANNIBALISM. It's common knowledge that all subjugs will brutally murder at one time or another, but you take it a bit differently. Whenever the kill count of some unfortunate trolls start to build up in the church, you take it upon yourself to be rid of the bodies...in a rather grotesque fashion. Nothing serious, maybe you'll nibble on a pinkie finger from time to time as a snack...or a forearm for a meal...sometimes the kidney, kidneys are good, soft meat. But your favorite parts are the BONES. How you enjoy tearing past sinews and flesh and multicolored hues to reach that pure white bone hidden underneath it all, only to feel a tingle run down your spine as you crack it off and suck the marrow out, the crunch of it between your fangs is simply divine.

>I'm going to vomit

Asss They Ssay, Do Not KNOCK It Until You Have TRIED It.

Your trolltag is sugarskullSarcotic, And You Like Usssing PROPER Wording Along With EMPHASsIZING On The Letter Ss.

tldr

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Name: Ozzmor Aztuca
Age: 7.85 solar sweeps, 17.
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 154 lbs.
Symbol: Death's Head
Blood Color:#450077
Quirk: The start of every word is uppercase, doubles and sometimes triples his s's, and likes to enunciates on important words in the sentence by typing in caps.
Lusus: A rather massive Chinchilla.
Sprite: 1st Tier: NA 2nd Tier: NA
Strife Specibus: Saberkind
Fetch Modus: Chant Modi, 32 cards, has to inscribe a specific, monotonous preacher's chant to each item. Unfortunately, the more items collected, the longer the chants have to be, so filling up the modi with trivial objects would best be avoided.
Title: The Priest of Life
Planet: Land of Sepulcher and Zinc
Consorts: Flatworms. Bleyuck.
Denizen: Mictlantecuhtli, one of the many aztec death gods, this one particular to cannibalism though.

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Your name is SENTIN ULFURI and you want to be a doctor when you grow up.

A lot of people ask you why. You can never really give them a straight answer though. When you think about it, compassion is indeed a very strange thing to find on a troll. However, it seems to be your calling. You find tending to the wounded very satisfying, somehow. The wounds don't scare you and it actually fills you with pride to see someone walk away in decent shape after you tend to them. You've never been a very violent person, either. A lot of your fellow trolls think that makes you weak, somehow, but you don't really agree. Along with your love of medical science, you like to cook. You are fairly good at it, but you can't seem to cook a meal involving cheese without burning it. You also like to read in the light of a nice, warm fireplace. Your lusus also takes you hunting at least twice in your average week.

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Just because you aren't violent doesn't mean that you cannot defend yourself if provoked, however. Every troll must in all practicality use some sort of weapon. You prefer to switch between BOWS and DAGGERS as context demands. Your lusus, a DIRE WOLF, taught you how to hunt and you're fairly good at it and one sweep you decided to try leatherworking.
It didn't go very well. Instead of investing your valuable studying time on a skill that might not benefit you when you're an adult, you worked out a system with your kismesis. You give him the pelts, he trades the finished goods back to you and you sell them to other trolls at a very marked up price. He makes very good stuff, mind, it's just that he has no sense of pricing and trades it to you dirt cheap. He says he's just glad to get his work out into the world, but you think he just sucks at pricing.

You have made decent money this way, since your kismesis is actually very good at what he does. FLARPers love to buy equipment from you, and that's how you have met a lot of the people you know. Speaking of FLARP, you do play, but not as often as you used to because you have been recently focusing on learning more about Trollish anatomy. You would play as a FIELD PALAMEDICORI, a well-balanced but underused class that is essentially a mesh of a combat medic and a ranger. However, your time has been sapped up by your obsessive study of medical science. You've purchased yourself a good library of books on... mostly medicine but also history and some other things, and you consider yourself fairly well read.

Your lusus, a DIRE WOLF, is actually pretty cool. He is an exitable, doting lusus who adores you. You've always had a good relationship with your lusus and you find it sad when people have bad relationships with their lusii. You and he live in a hive near the top of a very snowy mountain. It is a pretty comfortable place and you're still quite fond of it. You have decorated it fairly well with rugs and tapestries and kind of rustic looking additions such as handmade baskets and roughspun dishware. Your hive is often filled with the scent of your cooking.

Others describe you as kind, helpful and slightly bossy, but also sometimes, from those emotionally closer to you, a bit timid or self-loathing. You can't help it if you get stuck in a depressed rut occasionally though, and the loneliness of your hive doesn't help. Your closest neighbor is in the valley below, and he is your beforementioned kismesis. Speaking of him, according to him, you are too polite - but he's a pretty crass guy who thinks all trolls should be strong and violent, so you take that with a grain of salt. In fact, your kismesis is much too crude for a guy of his blue blood! Not that you'd say that out loud though. Giving him shit based on blood steriotypes would just make him respect you less and he would just spend an hour ranting at you about how stupid the hemospectrum is.

On that note, it's hard to place your opinion on the Trollish Empire. Some parts are justified, some parts are just begging to be abused, and often it seems to fall apart at the seams with the slightest new thought. The hemospectrum itself makes a bit of sense on paper but devolves into utter class warfare in practice. Then again, that could be your neighbor/kismesis projecting his very loud and constant stream of opinions down your throat again. Before you met him you didn't even have an opinion on the subject.

Your Trolltag is lupineConsigner and <you spe/\k with /\ fl/\t /\lmost b/\rking /\ccent>


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Name: Sentin Ulfuri
Tag: lupineConsigner
Blood color: Green (#367f1b)
Gender: Male
Quirk: Encases speech with chevrons, all instances of a become /\, no caps, doesn't use periods or apostrophes
Lusus: Giant wolf with two sets of ears and eyes
Strife: Bows and daggers
Modus: Tasty Mood- Reacts to both his mood and the color of what he eats. Any color on the spectrum his emotions usually don't cover is harder to get to through the second method- for instance, getting a card on a shade of green is a piece of cake, but purple? Fuck purple, he'd have to eat two pounds of grapes to get to purple.

[Overlard]

> Be the paranoid nutjob.

[----- I'm || going || to || gut || you.

> Er, be the fully justified and prepared troll

[----- Better.



You are now RAZDOK PENDEZ and clearly the whole world is about to murder you in your sleep. Well, maybe not, now that you think about it. Your lusus is pretty trustworthy. In any case, in all of your SEVEN SWEEPS you've been afraid something or someone is going to take you down. You're not about to let something like that happen.

From the basics, you're a crappy REDBLOOD (#7C0000). This never made life exactly a cakewalk for you, but you've gotten by. Your hive suffered from the forced poverty and is the troll equivalent to a shack in the desert, albeit a fairly large shack. Now this is hardly a problem by your standards, really the desert itself is more of a threat. Actually, that's a lie. The main threat are the wandering DAYWALKERS that like to plow straight through the DESERT LAWNRING you reside in with your neighbors. They're not really a problem for most of your neighbors, at most just clawing at the doors and windows. For some, including you, crowds of them tend to start gathering and try to break into the hives, sometimes succeeding. The results of this are never pretty for either side. When you were young, you yourself had to fend off several of these attacks when they broke in. Over the sweeps your fear of them began to collect inside your MIND, making you more and more paranoid about other things trying to kill you.

For this reason, you have watched your LUSUS, a praying mantis, very carefully. He doesn't talk, preferring actions to words. In fights you saw how he had to dodge side to side and all around to avoid a crushing blow to his frail frame, so you began to mimic him. He would also shove you off in the direction of daywalkers when they had left as the moons the rose, wanting you to hunt them down. You slowly started picking up how to track and follow these creatures. You're no master of hunting and fighting, for sure, but you're a bit more prepared than most in your mind. You've also learned to never fall back in attacking, lest the enemy get back on his feet. Your style of ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK! is rather foolhardy and dangerous, but it gets the job done. You've also got dozens of PLANS for backup, just in case the worst happens. Above all, your lusus taught you that SURVIVAL is key and to always watch out for YOURSELF first.

When you're not busy worrying about death, you take a small pleasure in studying and designing TRAPS of all kinds. Cholorbeast traps, pit traps, quicksand traps, (which are amazingly difficult to pull off in a desert, mind you) all kinds! It's not like they always work, but everyone and everything they capture is one less thing you've had to deal with. You additionally like to SPY on others as much as possible, possibly making you some sort of odd STALKER. Not really, but it's important to know how other people operate. Everyone in your lawnring is monitored whether they know it or not, thanks to your POWER of vision-jacking. It allows you to see through the eyes of susceptible trolls without their knowledge. Unfortunately, overuse of this strains your mind and quickly causes immense fatigue and dehydration. If you were to accidentally use it on too many trolls at once, it might even just FRY your think pan! But aside from being a clearly paranoid nut, you finally enjoy writing up a slowly growing LIST of rules for people to follow. Mostly it's actually survival rules for yourself, a special code for you to always adhere to. At any rate you actually consider it good fun to go over your rules, and even preach them to others if tempted. Presently though, the thing that occupies a majority of your time is ERADICATING daywalkers you encounter. You figure if you can kill all of the beasts, maybe you can actually get a decent amount of sleep at night. You've never missed a night of hunting yet.

Your strife specibus is the rather inconspicuous caneswordKind. You firmly believe in having the upper hand, so appearing crippled to your enemies when they strike will lower their guard, you figure. Strangely it rarely seems to come up, but it's still handy for gutting a daywalker or two.

Your fetch modus is PRIORITY. Different items are assigned different priorities to being removed, and you can only take out the highest priority item in the sylladex.

Were some idiot manage to convince you to boot up a frivolous GAME, you would be the KNIGHT of DOOM, in the LAND of UNDEAD and STORMS.

In a rare fit of sociability, you will log onto trollian as watchfulAssailant and you [----- Never || let || your || guard || down.

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Name: Razdok Pendez
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: Rusty red (#7c0000)
Power: Vision-jack (See through the eyes of others)
Lusus: Praying mantis
Hive location: Desert lawnring
Strifespecibus: CaneswordKind
Fetch Modus: Priority (Have to remove the highest "priority" item first. Priority determined by current circumstances.
Title: Knight of Doom
Land: Land of Undead and Storms (LOUAS)
Trolltag: watchfulAssailant
Quirk: Prefix cane "[-----", spaces with double |'s

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Your name is JOVIAN MAHMAT.

You have a passion for ANYTHING ELECTRIC but you lack ANY BUILDING SKILLS AT ALL. But what you do have skills in is TERRIBLE VIDEO GAMES, most of which are FIGHTING SIMULATORS.

You also often partake in ACTUAL FIGHTING, often using the axe you INHERITED from your ANCESTOR. You stay calm most of the time, but at certain points you fly into a RAGE. You FLARP, despite being NOT THAT GREAT AT ROLEPLAYING. You consider yourself KIND OF A BADASS, even if this is not necessarily true. You used to build up strength by CUTTING DOWN TREES with your axe, until you were STRUCK BY LIGHTNING. You were marked with many SCARS after this incident.

You don't keep tons of posters on the wall showing what your INTERESTS are, because you know GOD DAMN WELL what stuff you like. You study ANCIENT HISTORY, especially when it relates to WAR. You also have an interest in FRACTALS. You gained this interest because the SCARS you acquired in the lightning incident form a FRACTAL of sorts.

Your trolltag is fractalFulminator and you 5pEak with an air of calmnE55 mo5t of thE timE.

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Lusus: Eagle
Blood: Green/Olive (#416600)
Symbol: Jupiter
Age: 7 Sweeps
Planet: Land of Steam and Platforms
Title: Heir of Rage
Strife Specibus: Axekind

OTHER SPRITES:

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Your name is Leatha Channa and you are a 6 1/2 sweeps old purple blood. Your lusus is a clown fish you call Momma. Not very creative, but you really don't care. You're bi-polar and have asthma. You have had asthma attacks in the past they are horrible. You love singing, writing, drawing, and anime. You almost forgot to mention that you wear face paint because your lusus is a clown fish. Smart right?

You hate being cold so your hive is located in one of the warmer parts of the Altrnian sea. You stay in your hive most of the time. You're almost always hyper and out going, but sometimes that changes.You are against the hemospectrum.

You modus is set to drawkind you have to draw the thing you want out. Your strife specibus ia set to scythekind. Your troll tag is uncontrolledWriting and you speak like this ~H*w did i get dragged int* this?~

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Your name is Vulnix Fennec and at about 7 and half sweeps old, you like to think you're pretty talented.

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The first thing your lusus ever taught you was there is always room for improvement and you should never get too cocky, but to be honest, you think you're the best! Hell, you KNOW you're the best, and you'll be glad to fight anyone who thinks otherwise. You worked your ass off to be the best you can be, and you hope to one day become the greatest LARCERADICATOR there ever was. For now, you're just a THIEF AND ASSASSIN FOR HIRE. Your business gets a small but consistent stream of traffic, but as you lack the proper tact and people skills to deal with clients yourself, your moirail handles them. You just do the dirty work.

While it's tempting to steal whatever you can fit in your pockets, especially when you go to the trouble of infiltrating a well protected highblood's hive, you would much rather get a job done as quickly and professionally as possible. Besides, your hive is already FILLED with treasure! ...Your very loose definition of treasure, anyway. The junk you hoard includes particularly shiny or strangely shapen rocks, pop bottle caps, bits of scrap metal, anything that catches your eye - and of course, some cool stuff from your FLARPING.

Like many others, you enjoy the thrills of EXTREME ROLEPLAYING. However, hand to hand combat isn't your specialty and you prefer to use your STEALTHY PROWESS to your advantage. You play the role of the great FIREWISP, and while you do find you're good at the game, playing by yourself is rather dull. You have tried to convince your moirail to join you, but he thinks FLARP is a dumb game and would rather you stop playing it all together.

The pale quadrant is the only one you have filled thus far, and you couldn't have asked for a better moirail. He is higher up on the spectrum then you - a tealblood - and if it wasn't for his pacifying you would surely be dead. You're a rather ANGRY troll and don't censor your thoughts nearly as much as you should, so he keeps you from mouthing off and fighting with highbloods and lowbloods alike. Your moirail suggested you take up MEDITATION, which you have, but you're really quite garbage at it. You feel like an idiot every time you try.

You have recently installed a program called TROLLIAN, which you love because you can argue and fight with as many trolls of whatever blood colour you want. Arguing isn't always fun however, and you are very aware of how few friends you have. Finding friends has always been a challenge for you, but it's a challenge you intend to WIN with the help of this program.

Your trolltag is carnivorousVixen and you speak in a manner that REƑLECƬS YƠUR LƠUD AND ABRAAAAAAAAASĮVE AƬƬĮƬUDE. >:3

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Name// Vulnix Fennec
Age// 7 sweeps
Blood/Text colour// Orange[DB9609]
Trolltag// carnivorousVixen
Lusus// Three tailed fox
Power// Levitation/flying/whatever you wanna call it :P She finds it hard to use though and so far cant use it without at some point spinning out of control or crashing
Quirk// - All caps
-Adds “tails” to the letters ‘F-O-X’ and ‘K-I-T’, “ƑƠҲ” and “ҚĮƬ”
-Doesn’t usually use puns, but occasionally calls others ‘Kit’ and says ‘Fox paw’ instead of ‘Faux pas.’
-If repeating a word, will repeat 3 times.
-If repeating a letter, will repeat nine times (3x3=9 and referencing 9 tailed foxes)
- Tends to elongate words by nine a lot more when being sarcastic or teasing.
(Examples: “Well, well, well," or "Meeeeeeeee? Nooooooooo.")
Fetch Modus// Bottle Modus
Strife Specibus// Daggerkind
Title// Knight of Rage [Until I figure out a female counterpart for Knight anyway]
Land// Land of Black Sludge and Rain

[OverTheMoon]

> Be that babe with the shades...
I canter believe how rude you're being.

> Fine, be the girl who likes horse puns.
That's better I guess.

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Your name is ASHLEY EXAMPT [commonly known as Ash Exa].

You're currently standing in your room amidst all your favorite things, cheif among which, is your love of the OCEAN. For being a blue blood land-dweller, you love the sea, and you can't imagine living in a place where the sound of waves is not a constant pulse of noise in the background. Despite the dangers that threaten those of lesser status than the highbloods, you have dared the royals by building your HIVE near the shore, and having a lawnring that includes some of the sandy beach.

You make it up by spending a good amount of your time WALKING ALONG THE SHORELINE to PICK UP GARBAGE off the beach. You then PILE UP whatever it is you find, and BURN IT. You hate people who CARELESSLY DUMP THEIR TRASH everywhere, and you wish there was a WAY TO MAKE THE POLLUTION STOP. Your room is also decorated by the many things you've made out of the SEASHELLS you collect while picking up trash off the beach. The vast majority of these crafts are WINDCHIMES. But there's a MOSAIC SHELL TAPESTRY hanging from your wall. It was the only LONG-TERM PROJECT you were able to finish.

Your room is littered with remnants from the many interests and projects that you've since either LOST INTEREST IN, or GIVEN UP. You seem to GIVE UP on things easy. This FICKLE TENDENCY leaks into your love life, as well. Your KIND NATURE means you have no problem FILLING UP QUADRANTS. But you have a problem KEEPING THEM FULL. Your LACK OF COMMITMENT means you have problems being faithful.

Your trolltag is discardedFeminism, and you talk in a way that is Eloquentry endearing.What will you do?

[Silvy]

>Be the bland troll with barely any interesting traits

Oh- Oh my, that was very rude, M|ss Narrator! || don't th|nk ||'m bland!

>Oh.... Okay, be the silly little Limeblood with that weird Goat-lusus.

Ah, so rude! || suppose ||'ll let that one go, though, M|ss! Just because || know how to treat someone n|cely.



Your name is LENORA AUXILA and you are almost 8 SWEEPS!

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Crazy, right? You're a SWEET little LIMEBLOOD, even though you commonly get mistaken for YELLOW! It's alright with you though, you know you're pretty close. You, overall, enjoy HUNTING and EXPLORING, usually doing both at once. Killing two flight-beasts with one stone, as you like to say cheerfully!

You usually go HUNTING with your LUSUS, of course. Your LUSUS is a cute little BLEAT-BEAST, or GOAT, as those silly highbloods like to call it! She has a name, though! You named her when you were really little, her name is OATS! Anyhow, you like to HUNT with her, she usually helps point out where the prey is. Yep. Speaking of HUNTING, you like to use your trusty WEAPON to help you kill the prey! Your gun, you love it so much that you've managed to make it your STRIFE SPECIBUS. Best weapon, best weapon. You're so protective of it you REFUSE to let anyone look at it, unless they're being SHOT AT, of course.

Your HIVE, while we're somewhat not even close to the subject, is a cute little thing in the middle of the WOODS! You keep the areas around it clean, as well as the inside. In fact, you'd probably get so ruffled if your stuff was touched! So ruffled. You hate when other trolls touch your stuff. So much.

Did you mention you're a tad over-protective? No? It's not as bad as it used to be! Not at all! You just get really mad when trolls try to TOUCH YOUR STUFF, and TRESPASS on your property! Nowadays you just tell them to GO AWAY, but you're very willing to shoot them DEAD if they persist. Whoops.

Other than that though, you try to be as POLITE AS POSSIBLE, often calling others SIR or MISS. In fact, it's gotten to be such a bad habit! You have trouble calling trolls by their names, really! It gets some trolls kind of MAD at you, or at least, irritated. However, you really can't stand being called MISS. You don't deserve it! Leave the MISS and SIR'S to the trolls who deserve it, like the SEADWELLERS!

Speaking of those things, too, you tend to be very SKITTISH around SEADWELLERS. Always have, always will. They're very powerful members of SOCIETY, see! You can't just go around DISRESPECTING them, they'll get mad and KILL you! So you try to just STAY away from them in general.

You make friends quite easily (Because you tend to be QUITE NOSY sometimes!), and therefore, like to chat it up with your friends on that TROLLIAN thing. Whilst on there, you are known as cheekyGoats, and you Try to |m|tate your lus||'s horns, all wh|le be|ng as pol|te as poss|ble, S|r!

If you ever do end up playing that silly SGRUB game, you'd end up as the MAID OF HOPE, located in THE LAND OF HILLS AND SONG, with cute little SONGBIRDS to help you along!

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Tag: cheekyGoats
Quirk: Replaces "I" with "||", and "i" with "|". Calls everyone "S|r" or "M|ss"! Tries to be as grammatically correct as possible! Though her author is not good with that stuff. She tries!
Blood Color: Some kind of lime. #B3CD00
Lusus: Goat named Oats.
Strife: pistolKind
Title: Maid of Hope
Land: Land of Hills and Song
Consorts: Songbirds
Virtue: Humility

[Arista]

>Be the somber troll.
You can't! You have a BUBBLY DISPOSITION. BUBBLY...that's a FUNNY WORD. You are often viewed as IRREVERENT because of your undying, foolish OPTIMISM.
>Okay. Be the mature troll.
You adamantly refuse. You are quite IRRESPONSIBLE and SCATTER-BRAINED.
>Fine. Be the troll with her head in the clouds. Put on your penguin robe and flower hat. Be the semi-high-ish blood who is wasting her life.
Done~~! }:>


>Post your picture.

Sure~! }:>

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Your name is ARISTA CASTOR, and you are NINE-AND-A-HALF SWEEPS OLD. You have spent your life writing CRAPPY SCI-FI NOVELS and typing the DICTATED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF YOUR LUSUS, a GIANT GRUB-EATING PENGUIN who croons lullabies to you as though you are still two sweeps old. You have tried PEDDLING your manuscripts, but only your LUSUS (DADDYGUIN) seems to have interest in them. Your MOIRAIL says you are wasting your time, and he is PROBABLY RIGHT.

You have an obsession with PENGUINS. Penguins and SWEETS of all kinds. Since you consume so much SUGAR and JUNK FOOD, your teeth are pretty CRAPPY.

People often say you even LOOK like a penguin. You sort of waddle about, and your MASSIVELY LONG HAIR throws you off balance. You have an affinity for SKIRTS and dyed JEAN JACKETS. You seldom wear your SYMBOL, which is the GREEK LETTER Π.

Your trolltag is capriConfection. This is because you love the color CAPRI, or DEEP SKY BLUE, aka #00BFFF. You love CANDY AND STUFF, hence “Confection.” Also, you are a CAPRICORN, and “capriCon” is PRETTY DAMN CLOSE. CAPRI is also your BLOOD and TEXT COLOR. You wear BLUE COLORED CONTACTS.

Your weapon is YOUR PEN. Or YOUR KEYBOARD. “The pen is mightier than the sword.” AS A BACKUP, you have A SPIKED MACE. If you were manipulated into playing the-game-that-shall-not-be-named, you would be the MUSE OF MIND and reside in THE LAND OF SWEETS AND PENGUINS.

You don’t have much of a TYPING QUIRK. You just tend to use LOTS OF SQUIGGLY MARKS and EXCLAMATION POINTS~~~!! Plus, a penguin!Troll face. }:>

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>Be the reserved, gracious troll girl.
BITE ME. {|^v^|}
>Be the pumpkin-loving troll girl.
IT’S A GOURD-FRUIT. {|^v^|}
>Be the gourd-fruit loving troll girl.
THERE YA GO. {|^v^|}
>Pic, pls?

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Your name is BASTET KAMALA. You are EIGHT SWEEPS OLD. You are a lowly orange-blood, but that doesn’t curb your COLOSSAL SENSE of I-don’t-give-a-damn-what-you-think. Your trolltag is pedanticGourdfruit and you type in burnt orange, or #CC5500 to be exact. People often say you are PEDANTIC. The general STUPIDITY and CARELESSNESS of most piss you off.

Your hive is a massive orange Gourd-fruit (a pumpkin, some would say). Living with you inside of it is your LUSUS, a BAT (ECHOMOMMA) whom you spray-paint ORANGE (and sometimes BLACK to mix it up). One of your main ASPIRATIONS is to collect ALL OF THE GOURD-FRUITS. All of them. Also, you are studying to become AN ACCOUNTANT. You are well on your way, and may have a job in ONE MORE SWEEP.

All your life, your lusus has been instilling in you the values of FRUGALITY and SELF-RESPECT. However, she always treats you to peanut butter ice-cream on your wriggling day, and once in a while she will let you splurge on science magazines. Your lusus tolerates your MATESPRIT, who is a PHYSICIST. Intelligence is pretty much the sexiest thing EVER.

Your shameful, secret hobby is PHOTOGRAPHY. Stacked on many shelves in your private study, you keep PHOTO ALBUMS. Some are inherited; many are YOUR OWN WORK. You love most to photograph LUSUSES, GOURD-FRUITS, SUNSETS, and YOUR MATESPRIT.

You dress in TATTERED CLOTHES of black and orange hues. Your favorite accessory is a pair of HEADPHONES with a jack-o-lantern face on each earpiece. FUZZY SHOES with little jack-o-lantern faces keep your feet warm. Your SYMBOL is the Greek letter Δ.

Your favorite weather is FOG. Your weapon-of-choice is a DAGGER. Your typing characteristics or QUIRKS are using CAPITAL LETTERS and using a JACK-O-LANTERN FACE at the end of each sentence (all in burnt orange: #CC5500). If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME, you would be the SCRIBE of VOID and dwell in THE LAND OF GOURD-FRUIT AND FOG.

[Kettu]

>Be the weak little rustblood
:C Oh my, that's supper rude!!
>Be the comedian with the nice scarf
Well that's more li|<e it! C:


Your name is KAPPHI VULPES. You are 7 SWEEPS OLD and kind of a LOSER.

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Not only are you a RUSTBLOOD, but you’re such a bad troll, no wonder no one takes your SERIOUSLY. Your live in your UNDERGROUND DEN HIVE with your LUSUS.

You couldn’t succeed in social interactions, even if your LIFE DEPENDED ON IT. You’re the kind of troll who makes LOWER BLOODS look better. Even still, you still try and get through your life with the support of your LUSUS, who just so happens to be a BIG, FLUFFY FOX.

When alone, your CONFIDENCE LEVEL skyrockets, and your can believe in yourself to the utmost degree. You enjoy SOFT THINGS, often finding yourself in a HUGE PILE of ridiculously soft PILLOWS AND BLANKIES. You have been known to make the occasional BLANKET FORT with your (HOPEFUL, FUTURE) MATESPRIT, ONERIO.

You really enjoy anything SWEET, and will often GORGE yourself on massive amounts of delicious Alternian PASTRIES AND CAKES. You are also very much a COMEDIAN as well, always loving to hear and tell a good JOKE. You blame your TRICKSTER WAYS on your upbringing, where BEING CLEVER was always a must. Despite being physically WEAK, you have an extremely SHARP WIT.

You also have an ODD OBSESSION with PSYCHOSIS and VIOLENT BEHAVIOR. You yearn for the chance to study the BRUTALITY that is the nature of the HIGHBLOODS, but you figured that you’d not come out ALIVE.

Your sign is the KAPH from the GREEK ALPHABET.

Your trolltag is vulpiniComedian and you double upp on your pps in addition to using a |< for your 'k's. You generally have ppretty good grammar, and li|<e you use the occasional smiley face C:

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Name: Kapphi Vulpes
Trolltag: vulpiniComedian
Blood color: Vibrant orange (#FF9700)
Land: Land of Paint and Sweets
Lusus: Foxmom
Strife Specibi: YOYOKIND
Fetch Modus: PICTIONARY fetch modus
God Tier: Sylph of Heart

Her personality and profile is pretty flushed out already in the description, I suppose XD. Kapphi's got a little bit bigger bust than the average female troll, she's actually a little chubby. As for her lusus, Foxlion lusus. It's like a fox mixed with a Pomeranian/lion. it's got a huge chest fluff as well as two tails. it's body is long and skinny though. To use canon trolls, she's like Nepeta mixed with Tavros.

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>Be the sleepy troll
...mmmhhhzzzz
>Wake up
huh? oh excuzzzze me. didn't realizzzze i wazzzz nappin


Your name is ONERIO SLEPAZ and you really like to SLEEP

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You are SEVEN AND A HALF SWEEPS OLD. You're a really EASY-GOING kind of guy, and usually KEEP TO YOURSELF. One of your favorite hobbies is SLEEPING and DREAMING, for that matter. YOou're not quite sure why, but you seem to require a lot more SLEEP than any other TROLL you know.

You live in a GIANT TREE HIVE with your KOALA LUSUS

You don't really interact with a lot of other TROLLS, but you often enjoy the company of a RUSTBLOOD named KAPPHI. You also used to own a COZY SCARF, but it now is in your LOWBLOOD FRIEND'S possession.

Your sign is the ALCHEMIC SIGN for SAL SEDATIVUS, or "CALMING SALT"

Your trolltag is comatoseMorpheus and you type in a way that'zzzz kind of silly. Every z sound is replaced with four zzzz's, and you never uzzzze the "g" in an "ing" word.

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Name: Oneiro Slepaz
Trolltag: comatoseMorpheus
Blood color: Aquamarine (#79C4C1)
Land: Land of Dew and Salt
Lusus: Koalapop
Strife Specibi: Spearkind
Fetch Modus: Tree
God Tier: Knight of Void

He's a little more basic. A pretty relaxed kind of fellow. He's pretty okay with a lot of things in his life, either that, or he never cared about them in the first place. He's always groggy and yawning and kind of oblivious to a lot of obvious social cues and things like that. He's a tall and lanky fellow, with limbs almost too long for his body, you know the adorably, awkward tall kinda guy! He's also got kind of a thin face. And his lusus, Koalasloth lusus. It's got the body, ears and back legs of a koala, but the face and claws of a sloth. It's really sleepy and doesn't move much. Again, to use canon trolls, he's like Aradia and Gamzee,

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>Be the poison freak who loves suits
3xcus3 m3 but I r3ally don't think, that is, that you should say som3thing so rud3, you know, sinc3 things lik3 that can r3ally ups3t som3on3 with my d3licat3 s3nsabiliti3s, do you und3rstand?
>Be the venomous toxin fanatic
I suppos3 that could b3 b3tt3r, if on3 w3r3 to consid3r th3 things on hand, such as th3 topics b3ing curr3ntly discuss3d at this tim3 right now, y3s?

Your name is SENRIC TRIOXI and you really love POISON and TOXIC SUBSTANCES

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You are EIGHT SWEEPS old.
(under construction)
Your SIGN is an ALCHEMICAL SIGN for WHITE ARSENIC

You lik3 to typ3 E's as 3's, as w3ll as using an awful lot of, you know, commas, and such, having many a run-on s3nt3nc3, and th3 lik3, to th3 point you'r3 not quit3 sur3 what h3's 3v3n talking about, und3rstand?

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Name: Senric Trioxi
Trolltag: toxicTailcoats
Blood color: Schweinfurt Green (#50C878)
Land: Land of Acid and Ferns
Lusus: Emudad
Strife Specibi: Dicekind
Fetch Modus: Puzzle
God Tier: Thief of Life

Senric is less of a good guy. He's kind of a haughty guy, thinking he's a lot better than everyone else. He's a jade blood, but he's still only middle, even if the color is rare. He's kind of got an ego bigger than he should have. He also really likes to look his best, very conscious about his appearance. He's a venom/toxic themed troll, he really likes to experiment with different poisons and the like. And his lusus, Emulizard lusus is just like a giant white emu, but it has frills on the side of it's head.Two on each side, and one up the middle.The frills are reptilian in nature. It's like a lizad mixed with an emu. Once more, he would be like Kanaya mixed with Eridan.

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>Be the awkward little fish freak
}-(((o)> i reely don't think that's called for...
>Be the fantasy aficionado
}-(((o)> shore! why not?


Your name is HIXEHM PISHKA and you live in a WORLD of FANTASY

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You are a YOUNG SEADWELLER, around SIX SWEEPS OLD, but your youth does not make you any LESS BRAVE. In fact, it INCREASE your URGE for EXCITEMENT. You are a big fan of TROLL FANTASY NOVELS, but have a hard time reading them because they rarely PRINT BOOKS on paper than can withstand your UNDERWATER LIFESTYLE. You always prefer the MAGICAL PLACES of your books to REAL LIFE. Some people could consider you to have an ESCAPIST OUTLOOK on LIFE ITSELF.

Despite being a HIGHBLOOD, you rarely receive the RESPECT your POSITION in the HEMOSPECTRUM dictates. In fact, many consider you more of a LOWBLOOD than what you really are. But the thing is, you really don't CARE much about BLOOD COLORS.

That being said, you still sometimes SUFFER from a CRIPPLING sense of BRUTAL RAGE. While you don't actually HURT ANYONE or ANYTHING, you like to DAYDREAM about ULTRAVIOLENCE. Another one of your HOBBIES is ROLE-PLAYING GAMES.

Your SIGN is a DAGAZ, a CELTIC RUNE.

Your trolltage is anabantoidFifoldara and your quirk is }-(((o)> starts out with a fish, and your letters are all lower-case, with the occasional nautical pun, as it is customary of your seadwelling kin.

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Name: Hixehm Pishka
Trolltag: anabantoidFifoldara
Blood color: Neon violet (#af3787)
Land: Land of Waves and Neon
Lusus: Bettadad
Strife Specibi: Staffkind
Fetch Modus: Memory
God Tier: Page of Light

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[Amulet~]

Hi all! This is my first Troll and incidentally my first post, so I hope this turns out alright. XD

----> Be the obnoxious, wannabe ninja girl.

ExCUSE-me? Just-cuz-I'm-fast-and-like-knives-doesn't-make-me-a-wannabe-ninja!

----> Okay, fine, be the knife-crazy girl.

I-guess-that'll-do...

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You are Zoriya Altair and you are SIX SWEEPS OLD. The first thing to say about you would be that you are VERY HIGH-STRUNG. This means you are super IMPATIENT, IMPULSIVE and very TEMPERAMENTAL, so you get IRRITATED OR FLUSTERED EASILY. You also have a rather ERRATIC SLEEPING PATTERN, so other Trolls you know are used to you just randomly falling asleep in bizarre places and know that it's best NOT TO WAKE YOU. Being so HIGH-STRUNG has its ADVANTAGES, though. For a start, you are VERY FAST. You do EVERYTHING FAST, as a matter of fact. You don't use FLASH-STEP, exactly, but that would be POINTLESS FOR YOU. This is also pretty handy in fights and stuff like that, too.

As for the Hemospectrum, you are Hemoapathetic. Your blood is blue, but you honestly COULDN'T CARE LESS about that. Actually, you're sort of jealous of low-bloods because you wish you had PSYCHIC POWERS too. You don't, sadly for you, but you DO have the ability to perceive UNUSUAL THINGS and you're generally VERY ACCURATE. This is handy because your StrifeSpecibus, are THROWING KNIVES, but you rarely miss. You're not bad at HAND-TO-HAND combat, either. You mostly KICK people.

Now onto your INTERESTS. Because of your HIGH-STRUNG nature, you are often trying to find new ways to RELAX. One of your favourite ways to do this is to STAR-GAZE, and as such you have built up a fair amount of knowledge of ASTRONOMY. You love STORIES, particularly MYTHS AND LEGENDS, and you have amassed a fair amount of books in your hive of them. Although you are a TOMBOY, you like FLOWERS, for some odd reason, and you like putting them in your HIVE, and also in your long HAIR. You love to get your hair brushed. You get VERY RESTLESS being stuck in one place for too long, and you're NOT CLAUSTROPHOBIC, but you DISLIKE SMALL SPACES. You also sometimes FORGET TO EAT and are prone to DIZZY-SPELLS or even FAINTING. As such, your close friends tend to NAG YOU TO EAT. You like COOKING, even if you're NOT THAT GREAT at it because you always BURN YOUR FINGERS because you can never wait for the food to cool, but you're more then happy to try out anybody else's cooking if they ask. Because you are A LITTLE OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE, you're always cleaning your THROWING KNIVES. You are also totally OBSESSED with the idea of FLYING. You REALLY, REALLY want to fly, which is why your hive has lots of high platforms on it. You don't stay in your hive very often, though. One ODD thing about your hive is the MUSIC BOX you found there. You don't know why, but you get the feeling you were SUPPOSED to find it, like it was there especially for you. As such, you always have it with you. It plays a very NICE MELODY that makes you and other trolls SLEEPY AND CALM. You're kind of obsessed with MUSIC, too, but you only SING if you're by yourself, as you're convinced your singing is GOD-AWFUL.

Another thing you HATE is LYING. You take is VERY PERSONALLY if somebody lies to you. Actually, you take a LOT OF THINGS PERSONALLY, but LYING is something that just REALLY PISSES YOU OFF, and when you get REALLY PISSED OFF, people generally end up with KNIVES EMBEDDED IN THEIR SKULLS. You don't know if it's because of your blue-blood nature or what, but you're prone to WRATHFUL RAMPAGES when you're seriously angry or stressed out, and it kind of blows the idea that you're COMPLETELY SANE out of the water. The most worrying thing is, you CAN'T FULLY REMEMBER these episodes, so you present a DANGER TO OTHERS when mad. You're also a REALLY BAD LIAR and you tend to be BRUTALLY HONEST, especially with people you don't like. Despite this, though, you have a SOFT SIDE and you try to HELP OUT your close friends when you can, although YOU ARE KIND OF SOCIALLY AWKWARD. To cover this, you tend to speak to people in a TEASING, PLAYFUL way, because you often don't know how else to. It doesn't help that you are also VERY NOSY. You desperately want a MOIRAIL to KEEP YOU IN LINE when you have one of your anger-fits.

Your LUSUS is dead. She was a large, SPHINX-LIKE creature, but when you were 4 sweeps old she DIED, and it was YOUR FAULT. This means that despite your ATTITUDE and your attempts to keep it a secret, you have a very STRONG SENSE OF SELF-LOATHING and you HATE being all alone. You hate it so much, in fact, that you go visit whoever will put up with you so you don't have to be ALL BY YOURSELF. (You always ask permission, first, though. It's just RUDE to barge in on people.) Your FetchModus is RIDDLEKIND, which you HATE HATE HATE, as you have to answer a stupid riddle if you want to get a stupid item. It also reminds you of how your lusus used to talk...

Your trolltag is MercurialAssassin and you type-like-this-to-indicate-you-have-a-very-fast-way-of-talking-and-you-like-to-let-people-know-when-you're-EXCITED-or-EMPHASISING!

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Name: Zoriya Altair
Age: Six Sweeps
Gender: Female
Title: Sylph of Heart
Blood: Blue
Trolltag: MercurialAssassin
Quirk: Puts a hyphen between every word, EMPHASISES odd words.
Lusus: SphinxMom (Deceased)
FetchModus: RiddleKind
Ancestor: The Siren
StrikeSpecibus: KnifeKind
Lives: The Land of Eyes and Wings
Prospit or Derse?: Derse

[Tac]

> Be the shitty, awkward roleplayer.
Suck myy bulge.
> Be the quiet Flarper
Stiil shiittyy, but iit'll do.

Your name is COALUM BRINEX. You are 6.5 sweeps old. You are a cerulean blood, which is okay you guess.

You are a Flarper. Flarping is in your blood, literally. You are one of the highest ranked Flarpers in all of Alternia, and it's something you strive to keep true. You try to live up to your ancestor, Overseer Bluescar, otherwise known as The Marauder. You found a chest full of treasures like his Journal and his axe, Rustscourge. He is also the inspiration/namesake for your Flarp character. He was a slave trader, taking lowblood slaves up and down the coast for trade. You mimic him in a way. You are a firm believer in the Hemospectrum, and as a flarper are usually killing off or taking lower bloods for your own needs. These needs vary from feeding your lusus to your 'experiments'. You are a bit of an alchemist, mixing different ingredients for potions and the like. You are most talented with poisons, which you use while you flarp. Troll blood can be made into a very potent poison. You tend to be a bit stubborn, and generally get your way. If you don't, problems start to arise. You are also very flirty, but for some reason are incredibly shitty at filling quadrants. You can be a bit quiet and withdrawn, so you tend not to get to know people well. You live with your lusus, Crocdad. He's a six-legged Crocodile. Your hive is alike to a mansion, and you live in a high-end lawnring in a suburban area of Alternia. Your strife specubus is Axekind, which complements Rustscourge, and your fetch modus is Destroy. Destroy the card, get what it's holding. It's pretty simple. If you were to play an apocalyptic game with your friends, you would become the Prince of Heart, in the land of Rust and Profit

Your trolltag is arbitraryConscript, and yyou stutter yyour ii's and yy's.

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Name: Coalum Brinex
Gender: Male
Blood Color: Cerulean- #006699
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Crocdad (Six-legged Crocodile)
Trolltag: arbitraryConscript
Typing Quirk: Doubles i's and y's
Strife Specibus: Axekind
Fetch Modus: Destroy

Sgrub:
Dream Planet: Derse
Title: Prince of Heart
Land: Land of Timber and Duels (LOTAD)
Consorts: Turtles