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

[Apurth Braken]

Name: Apurth Braken

Title: Thief of Sound

Planet: Land of Dirt and Spikes

Age: 7 Alternian solar sweeps

Chum Handle: argumentativeDirge

Typing Quirk: All caps with I’s becoming 1’s and near perfect grammar, spelling and punctuation.

Example: AD : 1 CAN’T WASTE T1ME ON TH1S TODAY! SO 1 DEMAND THAT YOU GET OUT OF MY WAY YOU 1NCEP1D CREEP!

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Strife Specibus: You wield the batKind Specibus.
Fetch Modus: Array

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Matesprit:
Moirail: Nirath Nitros
Kismeisis:
Auspistice:

Personality: Your interests include video games and music. You live in a densely populated hive city. You are a trustworthy individual who likes to keep your sh*t organised. A born leader, you are prone to outbursts of extreme anger due to your short temper and impatience with idiots. Your aren’t up yourself or anything it’s just that when people are being stupid you just sort of lose it. Things do usually end up getting a good bat-whacking. Your left eye is very good at seeing in the dark while your right is less than satisfactory for its intended purpose. You wear a vision enhancing eyepiece to correct this. You have a strong dislike of most other trolls especially those whom are above you on the hemospectrum, you detest authority.

Lusus/Kernelsprite: Leopard, yeah he’s not around very much so you have little relationship with him. When you were very young he taught you how to hunt but other than that you’re lucky if you see him more than twice a week.

Blood Colour: Dark Green (upper middle class) (#005500)

Picture: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fb...type=1&theater

[Mr. Denisov]

>Be calm, cool, and collected
Yeah, you can handle that

Your name is JADHAU GRUMWE. you are 7 and a half sweeps old, and you are at the BOTTOM of the food chain. You don't mind really, since nobody bothers you much any more. Your hive is in a forest near the coast. Your Lusus is a large rat with canine qualities (snout, tail, ears). Your interests include WARFARE, ENGINEERING and MORTALITY. You study alternian history in your spare time, and tinker with various gadgets. In your younger days, you were an accomplished FLARPer. They called you the Phantom of the Mist.

Your strife specibus is allocated to xbowkind, wielding a SCOPED COMPOUND CROSSBOW. Your troll tag is patientLuminary. Your title would be King of Doom, and your dream world would be Derse. Your quirk replaces your o's of any case with (+) to resemble the crosshairs of your scope. You are extremely lucky, so much so that you replace ts with 7s. Your right eye has Vision Fivefold, allowing you to see the thermal signature of anything you look at. Your left eye has been left entirely blind.

You are rather fashionable, since there isn't anyone around to tell you otherwise. You prefer sensible, and functional garments. Your home tailored vest does you quite well. You rather enjoy working while listening to classical music. It calms your mind and helps you focus. There isn't much that gets to you, aside from people bothering you when you work, and moving your possessions out of place. You occasionally get headaches from your Vision Fivefold, which dulls your focus at times.

You do not care for the hemospectrum much. You do not judge people based on their blood color, but who they are as a troll, and how they act. You've had acquaintances of all colors and background, from rustbloods like yourself, to sea dwellers. You sometimes have dreams of what some would consider terrible things. You dream of death, and the fall of civilization. Even through the soothing veil of sopor slime, the dreams come through as clear as Alternian moons on a cloudless night. You just write it off as spending too much time by yourself. You really need to get out and make some friends one of these days.

Despite your lack of care for the hemospectrum, you find that sea dwellers leave a rather sour taste in your mouth, so to speak. You would be glad to just not have to deal with them at all, but you will if you must.

You have gathered quite the haul from your FLARP days. Caegars, valuables, weapons. You have plenty of it all to get by for the next two sweeps.

Should you enter the Medium, you would find yourself on the Land of Crystal and Horror.

[Timepainter]

Your name is MARISE IHOTEP and you are just about to turn 7 SWEEPS OLD. You've got NO IDEA why everyone gets their UNDIES IN A TWIST over your apparent BLUNTNESS and DISDAIN FOR SOCIAL FORMALITIES. It's not lite I gotta say please and thanks every time I ast for something, and saying hi more than onse just seems sorta redundant!
Shoosh.

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Your INTERESTS include HELPING YOUR LUSUS EXPAND HER BURROW, GARDENING, SIFTING THROUGH RIVERBED SAND, and DIGGING REALLY DEEP HOLES BASICALLY EVERYWHERE. To begin with, your GIANT RABBITSQUIRREL LUSUS doesn't have long enough claws on either pair of feet to effectively expand her burrow as much as it needs to be as she CONTINUES TO GROW. Your MOMMA is still an adolescent, by the way. THAT WASN'T EVER NOT A THING THAT WAS ABLE TO HAPPEN. As such, she is prone to bouts of PARANOIA, which cause her to cower in the farthest reaches of her burrow for NIGHTS AT A TIME. This is why she has the constant need to EXPAND said burrow- the farther it is from the surface, the more safe she feels. Of course, most of the time she doesn't take into account that YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HER SOMETIMES, or even might NEED PROTECTION from the LOCAL FAUNA. You can generally HANDLE YOURSELF PRETTY WELL, but it would be nice to HAVE HER TO REASSURE YOU. The smaller creatures don't bother you as much, considering you can give them a FIRM MENTAL SUGGESTION that they should stay away. During one of your Lusus's ATTACKS, you try to calm her down by these means, but you have since learned that she DOESN'T APPRECIATE UNWELCOME MENTAL CONTACT.

GARDENING is also something you do MOSTLY FOR YOUR LUSUS. You live in a FIELD which is riddled with HILLS, with BASICALLY NO VEGETATION TO SPEAK OF besides the occasional WINDSWEPT SHRUB. Obviously, edible fruits and veggies are scarce on this land, so you must GROW YOUR OWN in order to have anything that isn't SOLELY MEAT in your diet, as well as to keep your momma fed. In order to keep your choice of greens diverse, though, you have had to RESEARCH AS MUCH AS YOU COULD on the topic of HERBLORE, or BOTANY. You have learned how to grow over 40 DIFFERENT BREEDS OF ALTERNIAN VEGETABLES, as well as A FEW MORE species of FRUITS. You shouldn't be going hungry any time soon.

...What of sifting through riverbed sand, then, you ask?
Oh oh I wanna answer this myself!
Well when I was just a tiny little thing- fresh out the taverns y'know- momma atsidentally knotted me into things all the time right? S'how I ended up not being able to talt normally. But onse she dropped me into a river! While she wasn't paying no attention I ended up floating down to the bottom of it. I struggled in the sand for a while and after a bit all this shiny stuff started to tome up! I've always wanted to find more of it- I still have a ch-ow-shunt of it in my respiteblott.

Er-hem. Thank you, Marise.
The holes are on basically the same wavelength as the gold-digging. You and your lusus once struck ROCK while making a routine EXPANSION, and when you went at it with a different tool, you found a bunch of STRANGE ORES embedded there. Since, you have stopped expanding that area for her and instead went about TRYING TO FIND MORE. Unfortunately, you are under the impression that you hold a fortune within your reach, when in reality most of the ores you find are COMMON ALL OVER ALTERNIA. You figure that, if you dig in enough areas, one is bound to lead to riches, so you dig whenever you have any free time.

As far as interaction with other trolls, only the rare TRAVELER ever comes around your area. It has made you a bit UNCULTURED, and regular troll vernacular confuses you a lot sometimes. You much rather calling things simple. Why would one call a cooling box a THERMAL HULL? It's needlessly wordy, and not really worth your time, you think. A lot of things aren't worth your time, besides your various INTERESTS, these days. As such, you have given SIMPLE NAMES to items you are familiar with, but if you were to bring them up in conversation you DON'T THINK ANYONE WOULD UNDERSTAND.

You don't usually enjoy it when a traveler stumbles upon your humble living space. While you greet them with a friendly wave and small smile, they're gruff, rude, and only want you to leave so that they can raid your garden. Having happened countless times, you rarely smile at them any longer, and instead scowl until they are out of sight. Unfortunately, you would find that a gruff facade does not always the best defense make! Some trolls are either much more friendly than you think, or violent enough to attack you outright in order to get at your crops. The latter has made you wary, digging trenches on three sides to keep unwanted visitors from your farmland, but the former, each time they come along (which is seldom) restore your faith in your race as not being completely antisocial.

One of your habits when speaking of success is EXAGGERATION. You can be quite the story-teller when you set your mind to a tale and how you could make it sound the best possible. Failures, on the other hand, you think of as horrid, pus-ridden sacs of bad. Some may call you a PERFECTIONIST for this quality, but you don't think so. It's too specific- more like you hate to fail but will give up, given the chance, if things don't look good. Giving up is better than ending up dead, you always say! Your first time failing to calm your lusus from an attack triggered ONE OF YOUR OWN, so one might suggest that you have a FEAR, even PHOBIA, of failure (Atychiphobia). Your least favorite insult would have to be 'failure,' for this reason, as it easily triggers attacks.

Other than that, you usually generally have a SUNNY outlook on life. When sick, depression is common for you, and indeed it seems that some nights you just DON'T WANT TO DO MUCH OF ANYTHING. You're dedicated to finding riches and caring for your momma, sure, but sometimes it pays to take a break before you go loony from all of the STRESS of being self-sufficient like you are.

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Name: Marise Ihotep
Gender: Female
Blood: #cbaa11 Gold
Symbol: Russian letter for 'ch'
Age: 16.92 solar sweeps / 15 human years
Lusus: Squibbit
Tag: leporineAdvocate
Ability(ies): Communion and sensation/feelings exchange with small creatures, ward
Quirk: hard C/K: [Tt] Soft C: s, sometimes scrapes her tongue when saying 'ch' so switches to 'sh'
Strifekind: shovelKind/axeKind(for pickaxes and woodcutting)
Modus: Ore - Has to mine/dig her way to her desired item, through the others
Dream Planet: Prospit
Land: Land of Caverns and Neon
Consorts: Salamanders
Associated Grist: Gold (obviously)
Title: Rogue of Breath

AB: (I've only got a still, I'm not that great at animation yet. Also, I edited her hair on her sprite but not this AB.)

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[Mr. Denisov]

Update with AB sprite

[Insani]

Rewrite of Fortoo Numsum, aka fortyTwo.

>Be Fortoo Numsum, now 100% unshitty!

[Thats] [impossible. Fortoo is an abomination. I do not agree to sharing his] [name.]

>Well, let's be the new Fortoo Numsum... except he's not Fortoo! And he's different. Very different! That better?
[Yes.]



Your name is Karnak Vunnce. You're eight sweeps old, and you're pretty damn intelligent. Well, maybe not, but at the very least, you have a real knack for engineering, and you're an all around technological wizard. And no, nobody's going to see your blood color. You grew up with a deep hatred for the hemospectrum, after reading about - and even seeing - it's destructive properties.

You are generally a calm-headed individual, and you're not at all afraid to get your hands dirty. You spend a good deal of time repairing old machinery, and working with technology of all shapes and sizes. However, your life of mechanics doesn't quite provide for your physical needs, and you're not very strong. When you are forced to hunt for food, you rely on traps much more often than physical violence.

As said before, you're a great engineer. This largely stems from your location - when you were very young, no more than several sweeps old, you stumbled into a forest near your hive. You weren't too far inside when you stumbled upon some out of place metal, and before long you managed to open the doors to an abandoned city. It was completely deserted, and the entire city was wrecked, and looked like it hadn't seen any use for hundreds of sweeps. You started going there often, and eventually, you made your little outpost inside into your hive, abandoning your old one completely. Over the years, after fiddling and breaking many ancient pieces of technology, you started learning the art of engineering. After two sweeps, you had repaired the city's generator, and gotten a more or less stable internet connection, as well as completely fortified the entrance to the giant, walled city, making it nearly impossible to get in without you knowing.

Eventually, you started repairing old computers and grubtops, and you eventually found videos and text documents from the days when the city was active and inhabited. It appeared to be a small city, formed by a group of wealthy highbloods, who wanted to create a luxurious city for the highbloods, with underpaid lowbloods maintaining it. Most of the lowbloods recruited had lost their hives to 'mysterious' fires, and had joined only in hopes of overthrowing the highbloods they were sure destroyed their hives. Eventually, a huge war occurred inside the city, the lowbloods and a few sympathetic highbloods versus highbloods and some lowbloods too scared to fight the highbloods. The battle was stacked against the highbloods, and the lowbloods narrowly lost, but by that point there were only a dozen left at most. The city simply died out as the survivors left or died from injuries. This infused you with a mighty hate for the hemospectrum - and prejudice against the highbloods. You stopped displaying your blood color and have never told a single troll the color of your blood since.

As said before, you are a great engineer. Your interests include various sciences, but most predominantly, you have a great interest in engineering. You browse the internet a lot, and have a tight-knit group of online friends. On rare occasions, you've let your online acquaintances stay in your personal city. You have a soft spot for roleplaying games, and fantasy / sci-fi stories / games. You can safely say you're very familiar with role-playing titles, from Last Lore XII to Cthulhu saves Alternia. You don't have much interest in physical activity, besides your interest in all things mechanical. You sometimes set traps outside your walled city and provide a little bait, such as your blood, then check back the next night to drag in whatever you managed to catch, to be stored for a week's worth of meals. Your lusus also sometimes goes out to hunt. He's a large, scaled bear, more of an insect than a mammal. He used to try to teach you physical combat, but he started getting tired of banging on the front door when you locked him out of your hive the following day, while nursing your wounded limbs.

Your modus is MECHANICAL. It provides you a small, mechanical object to take apart before you can access your item. This is pretty easy for you, and you've got quite an eye for the little mechanical puzzles, being able to easily take them apart.

All in all, you're a pretty smart guy. You tend to be calm-headed, and try to be tolerant with trolls all of castes, but you cannot deny that you harbor a grudge against the higherbloods. You spend most of your time inside your little city, one of the reasons your 'traitorous behavior' and hatred towards the hemospectrum hasn't gotten you culled. Although some trolls try to get into your city, you've put in various security measures, and heavily fortified it. And there's no way anything less than a dozen crates of explosives could blast through the giant, dense wall surrounding the city. Despite your small amount of friends, you have strong ties with them, although you do commonly converse with some people you have not much respect for.

You wield the AXEKIND specibus, but you don't tend to use them too much. You wield two axes, but not too effectively, you are below average, especially for your caste, and don't have much combat experience. You are quite clumsy when wielding them. Although you do do a lot of walking around and lifting, it's not quite enough to compare to those trolls who actually partake in combat and challenging exercises. You're not weak, but you won't be winning any fist-fights, is all.

Your trolltag is entrenchedEngineer, and [You] [type with a representation of your color scheme, two sides of the spectrum. You also wall your words with the same walls sorrounding your] [city.]

[GiovanH]

Giovan appears out of seemingly nowhere.

He is not going to let you going to tell these random people everything about me just like that. I know you control me, but this is where I draw the line.

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I'm a rather experianced Role Player over the Pesterchum client, and I used to run a memo. I'm not used to this, though. Is there some kind of room, building, bar, or layout of some sort?

[Sandvich King]

This is a fantroll profiles only, no RPing thread. Actual RPing can take place in other threads. The closest thing to a bar would be the Trollslum Cafe, but it's not for everybody.

[GiovanH]

Edit: Bluh bluh very stupid. Thanks SK.

[Thunder Reign]

Alright, everyone, show's over. Matoes can't run the thread so I'm retaking the throne.

ALL FANTROLL PROFILES ARE NOW TO BE POSTED IN THIS THREAD RIGHT HERE!

[bewilderedOracle]

> Be the reclusive high blood.

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Your name is VITARI LONREN and you are 7 ½ solar sweeps old. You do not trust most of your compatriots, as is common among troll society, but you tend to avoid other trolls almost entirely. Because most of them would be only too happy to stab you in the back. Literally. You do have a few trolls whom you like to spend your time with and you will FIGHT TO THE LAST TROLL TO PROTECT THEM. Your lusus tells you they are your PACK and as such, it is your responsibility TO ENSURE THEIR SAFETY. It is a duty you take seriously.

Your interests include HUNTING, TRACKING, and practicing with your VARIOUS POLEARMS. Your lusus has taught you that you must always be aware of everything around you. To be careless is to lose your life. You dislike sleeping in sopor slime because you feel that it clouds your senses first thing in the evening, which makes you feel far too vulnerable.

You have very little use and less patience for the hemospectrum, for all that you're RATHER HIGHLY PLACED. The color of your blood is an accident of your hatching. Why should that have any sway over your value as a troll? All of your friends are lower on the spectrum than you are, but it doesn't bother you any. And you hope it doesn't bother them. You know that these views are not shared by many and are likely to get you culled, but you really couldn't care less. You'll be friends with whomever you please and damn the consequences.

Your trolltag is bewilderedOracle and you don't have any particular quirk, except that you try to be grammatically correct and enunciate at all times. Unless you're in a mood. Then there's no telling what you're going to do...

TL;DR:
Name:Vitari Lonren
Trolltag: bewilderedOracle
Hemostatus: #6600cc
(I'm working on getting a sprite or pic or something together for her, but, not being very artistic myself, it's slow going.)

[feralTyrant]

Name-Ursope Arkade
Age-8 sweeps
Screen Name-feralTyrant
Quirk-"a" & "at" becQme "@", "o" becQmes "Q", & "and" becQmes "&". Never uses @bsQlutes. @LL C@PS WHEN R@GING.
Symbol-Ursa Major
Blood Color-Green (0,132,53)
Fetch Modus-Contract (when you put something in, you receive a contract for what you have to do/get to get it back)

Sgrub Session
Title-Seer of Time
Land-Land of Steel and Sundials
Denizen-Hephaestus
Consorts-Kingsnake
Dream Self-Derse
Prototyping 1-Cavebeast Lusus
Prototyping 2-None

Relations
Lusus-Cavebeast (Bear)
Ancestor-The Gangster
Matesprit-None
Morail-None
Kismesis-None
Auspistice-None

======> ENTER NAME
Your name is URSOPE ARKADE.
You enjoy HUNTING AND EATING OBSCURE AND ODD BEASTS. You sometimes TURN THE HIDES OF THESE BEASTS INTO TROPHYS. You have a tendency to GO INTO A RAGE much more than others of your blood color and you SEE BOTH AVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES IN THAT. Otherwise, you are CALM AND COLLECTED, even if a bit HARD HEADED at times. You have an ODD AFFINITY FOR HATS, but you are VERY CLEAR ABOUT WHAT YOU DONT CONSIDER A HAT. You would explain what you mean by this but you DON'T HAVE THE TIME for that. You also like playing VIDEOGAMES, especialy MINECRAFT, a troll game you've PROBABLY NEVER HEARD OF. If you disagree with a rule, you will often attempt to FIND LOOPHOLES AROUND IT, of which there are often no shortage of.

Your trolltag is feralTyrant and yQu Qften spe@k in such @ w@y th@t remQves the pQssibility Qf @ny Qf yQur st@tements, questiQns, & mQst Qther things yQu may s@y Qf being cQnsidered binding.

======> EXAMINE HIVE
Your hive is littered with your various INTRESTS, of which some have ALREADY BEEN MENTIONED. Scattered about the trophys are various BLADED OBJECTS, all of which you can use, due to you exploiting your BLADEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS into letting you use WEAPONS THAT ARE NORMALY RESTRICTED TO ANOTHER SPECIBUS, although you normaly use AXES. You just love the feel of the swing, the power. You also sometimes use KNIVES, but this in normaly more for RECREATIONAL MURDER. You share your hive, which is little more than a NEAR PITCH DARK CAVE with a few LUMINESENT PLANTS, with your LUSUS CAVEBEAST. Luckily your lusus is SLEEPING HALF OF THE TIME, but when its not, it's ATTACKING YOU FEROCIOUSLY. Lying around with your videogames in one corner is your HUSKTOP.This is where you SPEND MOST OF YOUR TIME when you aren't HUNTING OR OTHERWISE OCUPIED, which is to say, almost always. What will you do?

======> Be the Gangster
Unfortunately, you cannot be the Gangster, because he is DEAD. He has been dead for a very long time now, actually. But you do very much admire him. YOu do not, however, roleplay as him. That would be silly. He was too great a troll for you to be that silly about him. He ran a crime empire, back many years ago. He killed many trolls, and the Empress could do little to stop him. Anyone who tried to kill him promptly disappeared, and he was rather popular among the people. He had been found innocent before His Honorable Tyranny multiple times. But he had a flaw. he overlooked one simple tribute to the Empress, and was almost immediately culled. You aspire to be just like him one day, except for the getting culled part, of course.

[thoughtlessPhilosopher]

http://instagram.com/p/UFIDw7vALD/ (link for pic, sorry )

Your name is TAWPER CROSSE and you happen to be 7 SWEEPS old. You find yourself very interested in PHILOSOPHY, although you can never seem to get a COHERENT THOUGHT to think about. Your mind is WHIRRING and STIRRING away too much and your thoughts often end up CRASHING INTO EACH OTHER. You believe this to happen do to an unfortunate accident in which you were DROPPED on your HEAD as a grub. As a result, many find you IMMATURE. You poor, awkward thing.

You sometimes find yourself having MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES in that you can be a BAD-ASS SUPER GIRL one moment, and QUIET AND KIND the next. You attribute that to your accident as well. To help determine what mood you're in, and let other's know as well, you wear COLORFUL HAIR RIBBONS in your hair. You commonly wear DARK BLUE due to it being your absolute FAVORITE COLOR as well as the calmness it brings you. You realize that if you are BLUE you are NORMAL, and that's all you want to be.

Your LUSUS is an ANTELOPE with HORNS just as LOOPING as yours are. You named her BALSKA just for the fun of it. You and Balska have a ton of fun together secluded in your FOREST HUT as a HIVE. You do know people in more populated areas but, you rarely visit them on account that it is so far away. You like the QUIETNESS of being alone a lot on because it gives you the time to THINK about WHY YOU CANNOT THINK.

Your chumHandle is thoughtlessPhilosopher and --You cowwonly talk with a child-like voice although your age. Your grawwar is alwost always iwpecible and you tend to *lolling* a lot.

(I have a pesterchum, Look me up with that ^^ chumHandle )

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Tawper Crosse
Witch of Void
Chum Handle: thoughtlessPhilosopher
Blood Color: Cerulean Blue
Lusus: Giant Antelope
Interests: Philosophy (although bad at it) and Hair Ribbons
Quirk: M’s to W’s, m’s to w’s
Modus: Clue
Specibus: staffKind (walking stick combined with red and orange hair ribbon and Tharry Thoudini (Harry Houdini) poster to create the Imagon--giant wand looking thing with orange and red hair ribbons--)
Moon: Prospit
Land of Forests and Crossroads
Animal on Planet: Curious, Black Wolves who like Adventure

[ty10jess]

~Enter Name~
ZEPHORA MOONE
You are a normally QUIET and CARING ghost troll.
You enjoy DRAWING PICTURES, especially ones from your slightly demented mind.
Who am I kidding, Slightly is an understatement.
You love to read HUMAN BOOKS, especially FANTASY.
Here's a 2 you recommend: SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT AND HARRY POTTER.
Despite your BLOODCOLOR you are not a SEA DWELLER.
You also love to ROLEPLAY, but that's beside the point.
You love to wear BOWS in your hair.
A bit too GIRLY, but you love it anyways.
You have a WHITE STREAK in your hair.
It's ABNORMAL, but it's FREAKING AWESOME.
Enough of that stuff, let's get down to buissness.
Your LUSUS is a WOLF.
Her name is TESSARAE.
She can be STRICT but FUN.
You like to go on ADVENTURES together.
After all, You do live near a VOLCANO.
You live in THE LAND OF VIOLENCE AND FLAME.
Most trolls find it DANGEROUS, but the more ADVENTEROUS trolls try to map it.
You have a few "friends".
Their names are: RAMU DIRKT, XAVIER WINDSLOWE, and RAE MCNAUGHTON.
Not very many, but it's chill.

[Pacenotes]

>Be that lowblood ignoramus
Wh6t? I'm not 6n I9nor6muss!
>Be that cowboy lowblood
Very 9ood!



Your name is WALDEN BARANT, you are an epic fighter with good aim, but at the Inside, you like cars, that you have your own! A NISSAN NAVARA

Unlike other lowbloods, you are Durable, which seems weird, because of the Teeth which make the difference.
Your God Tier is Bard of Oil, and you live in Land of Ruins and Metal.
Your trollhandle is nissanNavara and you H6ve ssome ssort of 6... Tex6n 6ccent, M6ybe. *SSniff* M6ybe.

If too big:
Name: Walden Barant
Age: 8 sweeps (15 and a half Earth Years)
God Tier: Bard of Oil
Planet: Land of Ruins and Metal
Quirk: Replacing G with 9, A with 6 and doubles S.
Zodiac Sign: Automobileus
Strife Specibus: Revolver and Knife
Lusus: Cockatrice
Lusus's name: Dellyu Arrweo
Lusus's Quirk: Replacing I with 1, A with 6 and B with 8

[Masterchief565]

Name: Maladu Erktos

Title: Angle of Death

Age: 7 Sweeps

Chumhandle: MasterArmagedon

Typing Quirk: UPs aND doWNs

Zodiak Sign: Gemini

Lucus: dead

Blood type: Black

Maladu Walks in seeming harmless, he sits down for a drink seemingly waiting for someone

[ashdenej]

Please voyage to the new(ish) thread to post profiles, thanks!

Locking this so it doesn't happen again, mm.