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

[Strider]

>Be the greedy grubber.

Greed¥ ¥e$. Grubber n¤. Rephra$e p£ea$e

>Be the Traveling Salestroll

Much better. You are now Quarto Keager. You are eight sweeps old and stand at EXACTLY five feet tall. Your hair is short and frizzy, and your ears are larger than what is considered 'normal'. You just like to think that you were blessed with bigger ears so as to be able to hear better, which is really only true because you have trained yourself to filter out extranious noises and here the smallest coin hit the floor from across the room. Your horns are a bit thick and about six inches high, with a couple of holes in each one that are the perfect size for holding writing utensils or tightly furled pieces of paper. You wear all black, and you have the dollar sign $ as your symbol.

You may not look like much, but what you lack in physical appearance, you make up for in business sense. More importantly, you always follow certain business rules. By and large you made the rules yourself, and officially they don't have a name. There are maybe as many as twenty that you found on some tablets in the middle of nowhere, but the tablets themselves were so old and worn that most of them were just completely unreadable, nor not even there at all. You base your rules off of what you found on the tablets and what you learn through your business.

Did you mention that you are a traveling businessman of sorts? You buy sell and trade all sorts of things. Of course, in doing so you always try to make sure that it is in such a way that you always turn a profit. You're hoping to one day get enough money stored away so that you can open a casino and resort after you have served your time in military life. That is, provided you survive.

Aside from making as much money as you can as quickly as you can, you have a few interests that you like to pursue. You enjoy reading literature of the well cultured sort that is hard for one of your Caste to come by. You only have a few of them, so you're constantly looking for more. You also enjoy games of chance that involve betting, and while you try to avoid cheating since it tends to remove the joy of it for you, you are not above doing so in order to turn a profit. You enjoy classical music as well. It always helps to calm you after a stressful day.

Your view on the Hemospectrum has actually been through some changes over the sweeps that you have been alive. At first you would rage against the system with all of your might. However, as time went on, you realized that it is far easier to ingratiate yourself with other trolls using the Hemospectrum, so you now accept it for what it is.

Your Lusus...well, you haven't seen it in a long time. You get separated from it when you started doing your traveling business at five and a half sweeps old. You hardly even remember what it looked like seeing as its been so long, although you think it may have been a rather large bat. Or a swarm of smaller bats, you're a bit fuzzy on the details to be honest.

Your trolltag is eccentricSalesman and ¥¤u have a tenden¢¥ t¤ ƒ¤¢u$ ¤n the b¤tt¤m£ine in a£m¤$t an¥thing ¥¤u d¤.

[Majora787]

=-> Be the BLUH BLUH BIG DOUCHE

... What.

=-> Err... Be the DISTRAUGHT PROGRAMMER

Your name is KARMES LEIDEN. Ugh... It sounds disgusting.

YOU'RE JUST DISGUSTING IN GENERAL. Every time you see your reflection, you HATE YOURSELF JUST A LITTLE MORE. Maybe it's your HORNS, which you feel make you look ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. Not that anyone makes fun at them... but it still fills you with ENOUGH ANGER to deliberatly SNAP YOUR HORNS OFF. You happen to have a whole box of YOUR OWN HORNS... this happens often. Sometimes, though, it doesn't happen on porpose. Your horns are REALLY TALL AND THIN, and they can GET SNAPPED OFF ON FURNITURE. when you bend down to get something. Yet another reason you DESPISE THESE UGLY THINGS. You don't care that they MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR STAG BEETLE LUSUS. Just because gigantically tall horns work for him doesn't mean they work for you.

...Okay. Self-hate over. Other things you do when you aren't DISGUSTED BY YOURSELF include hobbies like COMPUTER PROGRAMMING and EXPLOSIVE DEVELOPMENT. You don't really program anything for anyone except for you and your STUPID FRIENDS, so you really need something else to do with yourself during the night. And so, you CREATE HOMEMADE EXPLOSIVES and HUCK THEM OUT INTO THE CAVERNS AROUND YOUR HIVE. You've caused a couple of CAVE-INS and GOTTEN SOME PEOPLE KILLED by doing this, but it's totally worth it. They do make a very nice bang, after all. YOUR FRIENDS DO NOT APPRECIATE your explosive hobby, and tend to avoid you when you're in that sort of mood.

Recently, to get yourself into SLIGHTLY SAFER AREAS OF SELF-AMUSEMENT, you came across a game that you talked your friends into playing with you. It is called SGRUB, a game which you are barely familiar with. In it, you are known as the PRINCE OF TIME. Playing this game has brought with it a few NEGATIVE UNFORSEEN CONSEQUENCES. The ROUNDABOUT DEATHS OF THE LUSII OF YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS was only the beginning. On top of that, you think you have begun to HEAR VOICES, just like Nargas. No wonder he can't sleep...

You wanted to INITIATE SOME ATTEMPT AT TEAMWORK for this game, but thanks to your explosives, unpleasant disposition, and the fact that you indirectly killed their lusii, they simply look at you as BLUH BLUH BIG DOUCHE.

Your Trolltag is maliciousBombardier, and you Articulate.What.You.Say.Very.Carefully.So.Even.An. Idiot.Can.Understand. (o)--*

Within the medium, other than being the PRINCE OF TIME, you use the strife Specibus BOOTKIND so that you can STOMP OUT LOWBLOODS like your ANCESTOR, THE DECIEVER. Your fetch modus is the WEAVER MODUS, requiring a steady and artistic hand. But... your planet, the LAND OF RAIN AND MIRRORS, makes it very hard to use.

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Name : Karmes Leiden
Title : Prince of Time
Age : 8 Solar Sweeps
Blood color: Green / 65 - 102 - 0
Trolltag : maliciousBombardier
Quirk : Articulate.Words.Clearly.And.Space.With.Periods.Be fore.Ending.With.A.Bang. (o)---*
Symbol : Grenade (referencing his explosives hobby)
Strife Spec: Bootkind (referencing his superiority complex)
Fetch Modus: Weaver
Ancestor : The Deciever
Planet : Land of Rain and Mirrors
Hive : Located underground in caverns
Dreamself : Derse
Lusus : Stag beetle
Sprite : Stag beetle lusus, and Red Earth weapon

[Seer of Doom]

>Be the self-insert
No.
>Be the raging phycopath
I rE2Ent th4t!
>Be the huge Derp.
OK4Y!

Who? Wh4t? WhErE? WhEn? Why? W4It, wh4t?

Your name is Kokoro Aredez.
You are 6 solar sweeps old, but look about 8 sweeps old because you are so tall. Your blood color is a blueish type color. Your lusus is a two-foot-tall bat.
Your title is SEER OF DOOM, and your STRIFE SPECIBUS has DUEL DAGGERKIND, but if you didn't already know, those are pretty useless in anything besides CLOSE COMBAT which you have learned for your many anime programs.
Your INTERESTS include DRAWING, EXTREMLY BAD ANIME, ANIMALS THAT CAN SEE IN THE DARK, COMPLETELY RANDOM THINGS, and SLAMMING YOUR HEAD AGAINST A WALL. You were glasses SOMETIMES, since they do not improve your visoin, just make you look smartier. You are also a big DERP.
Your troll tag is exitedDoomsday and your typing style is 4 bIt h4rd to notICE othEr th4n thE odd leet2pe4k, but EPIC 4ll the 24mE.

Base made by immortalMemelizer.

>Be the Mad Scientist.


8]<We're all mad. Some of us just try to hiide iit.

Your name is Sarsal Karvat.
You are 6 solar sweeps old and your blood color is the color of Nuclear Waste. When asked about it, you reply "My blood IS Nuclear Waste" and neither you nor them know if you are kidding.
Your title is KNIGHT OF VOID, and your STRIFE SPECIBUS has BUZZSAWKIND, but you try not to resort to violance unless you need to.
Your INTERESTS include COMPUTORS, and BULIDING THINGS. You were you wear your goggles everywhere, because you never know when an UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT could happen to your eyes, in which case you would not be able to make various CONTRAPTIONS and would be defestated.
Your troll tag is tinkeringInsomniac and your typing style 8]<Shows that you are the mad sciientiist, iit iis you.

[Weeaboo]

Not sure if serious.

[trilbyulatingDungeoneer]

why so serious?

[PrussianMoose]

>Be the ditsy elitist who is constantly blowing yourself up!



≡ You should keep keep your gaper hole SHUT unless you want to sulfer greatly at my hands ≡

>Erm, Be the fabulous chemist with a passion for looking explosively good.



≡ Heh, I will stand azide and let you captinue ≡

Your name is RILEXA THISEE and you quite DIFFERENT THAN YOU LET ON, in fact, you actually look SWEEPS DIFFERENT THAN YOU FIRST APPEAR.

But, before you get too far ahead of yourself, perhaps it’s best to explain what you do for a living. You are a chemist, though, your passion is torn between your two favorite subjects: LOOKING FANTASTIC and BLOWING THINGS UP. After all, nothing catches the eye like a well put together troll OR a gigantic explosion. It’s silly, but you SOMETIMES FANTASIZE ABOUT COMBINING THE TWO. Although that would be silly and a lot of really FINE trolls would go to waste. You don’t like it when a good face goes to waste.


Unfortunately, for you, your two major interests conflict on oh-so many levels.


For one, your LOVE OF EXPLOSIVES and your NATURAL CLUMSINESS has led to your own HORRIBLE SCARING. An accidental discharge of some of you HIGHLY POTENT PLASTIC EXPLOSIVES left your entire body COVERED IN HIDEOUS SCARS AND TOOK YOUR RIGHT HAND CLEAN OFF! You were able to REPLACE the hand with a CHEAP AND GLITCHY robotic one, but you were not so fortunate in replacing all that DAMAGED SKIN. Looking at all that imperfect skin is pretty much your worst nightmare, it’s even WORSE that it’s ON YOU!! How embarrassing!

Luckily enough your OTHER PASSION has led to a quick fix for your “little problem”. You have engineered your own brand of SECOND SKIN, the most advanced cosmetic on the market! Simply apply it onto whatever BLEMISH you want GONE and it will blend to match your skin tone and cover the unfortunate problem spot flawlessly. Of course it’s got its fair share of problems and minor side effects, but it’s the best there is! Most of the time! It does tend to wash off a little too easily, as in, NATURAL SWEAT will take often be enough to take it all off if you wipe your face with your sleeve or something.

Did you mention that the DELIVERY MECHANISM for both products is exactly the same? No? Well they’re both delivered to match the user’s needs via AEROSOL CAN! Your plastic explosive is applied the same way as your makeup product, isn’t that neat? Sure you SOMETIMES MIX THE PRODUCTS UP when you sell them to any one costumer, but most of the time the only complaints you get are from those that accidentally received the makeup instead of the explosive mixture! You almost never hear any grievances from those who got it the OTHER WAY AROUND*!

Aside from your TWO BIG MONEY MAKERS you also just LOVE SCRUNCHIES to bits! Collecting them has been a lifelong guilty pleasure, you always keep at least 5 on your wrists and one in your hair. This comes in /handy/ when your prosthetic hand goes on the fritz! You simply replace the buggy joint parts with the elastic scrunchie innards and voila! It’s fine until you get back to your hive to replace the busted bits!


You also really love CELEBRITIES! You could just listen to gossip about their escapades and deeds all night long! Who’s culling what, pailing with who, hoarding x; you just want to KNOW EVERYTHING about the stars! You’ve even formed a little bit of a HATE CRUSH on Troll Sarah Mclachlan! It is your most carefully kept secret… but every time you see one of those BLASTED TAKE RESPONSIBILITY AND CULL A HELPLESS LUSUS commercials your little cardiac muscle skips a beat! Oh how you LOATH HER COMPLETELY... no one must ever know.


Your lusus is a GRAND TROLLIRISH DEER.

Your Blood color is PeaSoup Green (#6b9300)

You’re 8 Sweeps old.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is EXPLOSIVES KIND.

Your MODUS is the BLAST RADIUS modus, you predict how large a certain blast will be, if you’re right you get your ITEM. If you’re wrong the item is BLOWN TO PIECES.

You tend to speak ≡ In way that detonates you arc a lady who knows what she’s talking aBellot ≡; on Trollian You're volatileComplexion


*Wonder why that is?

[envenomedCharmer]

==> Be the anti-social, lime-blooded cave hermit!

~~~<>~ Ar3 you purposss3ly trying to get a risss3 out of m3??? Try again...

==> Be the DAY DREAMING LONER.

~~~<>~ I do not find thisss compl3t3ly disssagr33a6l3.

Your name is ENTARI OROCHI and you are just over 8 sweeps old. Your blood is pure green, right in the dang middle of the hemo-spectrum. You couldn't really care less about blood color but it does cause you all sorts of problems anyways, and you absolutely detest being called a LIME-BLOOD. You also, thanks to a certain kind of EXTREME ROLEPLAYING accident, have a forked tongue. However you do not mind this and it comes up very little in conversation.

You spend most of your time alone in your hive, which you had dug DEEP UNDERGROUND into a series of looping TUNNELS and CAVERNS. Your Lusus is a Slither-beast, a creature with a humanoid torso but the head and tail of a snake (though you're not quite sure what a snake is or how you knew that word), that spends most of the day out hunting.

Being left alone so often you've developed numerous hobbies. You are an avid GAMER but tend to quickly get bored of any one game and then move onto a new one, or one you haven't played in a while. You are also a bit of a PAINTER, though as a twist you feel it more appropriate to use the SHED SKIN of your Lusus to paint on rather than a normal canvas. Failing to be entertained by those to leads you to your third hobby, READING. You keep your hive stacked with your favorite FANTASY ADVENTURE books and just love to get lost in them. Of course, even that tends to bore you, and when all else fails you resort to DAY DREAMING.

You get lost in your day dreams, as they just feel so vivid and real, though afterwards you end up walking around all day to varying instances of severe DEJA VU.

Though you have not realized yet, or even know what it means, that your dreamself is fully awake on PROSPIT'S MOON. More fascinating, however, is that your dreamself walks around and acts just as you do while you're awake, your day dreams bringing everything into better focus to your awake mind.

Your title is the ROGUE of ??? as you find a way to cut away at your enemies morale while raising that of your allies. Your Strife Specibus is CESTUSKIND and you wield your trusty TWIN STRIKE FANGS in each hand, it is of course a very close range fighting style so you figure it's good you're pretty quick on you feet. Your MODUS is the LOCK PICK modus, a fancy little tool that locks away your items within the card until you can successfully pick the lock, as no keys exist for it.

Your troll tag is envenomedCharmer and you ~~~<>~ Talk with a ssslight lisssp and ar3 3sssp3cially fond of the num63rsss sssix and thr33!!!

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Name : Entari Orochi
Title : Rogue of ???
Age : Just over 8 Solar Sweeps
Blood color: Green / #008000
Trolltag : envenomedCharmer
Quirk : Talk with a ssslight lisssp, and a fondn3ss for the num63rsss sssix and thr33!!! Possstsss ssstart with a ~~~<>~ Sssnake-like prefix.
Symbol : Snake biting it's own tail
Strife Spec : Cestuskind, Fistkind
Fetch Modus : Lock Pick
Ancestor : ???
Planet : Land of ??? and ???
Hive : Dug deep underground into a web a spiraling tunnels and caverns
Dreamself : Prospit, Awake
Lusus : Rattlesnake
Sprite: Rattlesnake lusus, ???

[Captain Whosit]

>Be the troll girl with far too much hair

You are now ELANDA MALOJO.


(Original version of sprite created by Thunder Reign)


(AB with some nice edits by passiveNotation)

You are approximately EIGHT SWEEPS OLD and hatched with blood of an unfortunate YELLOW HUE. You were once gifted with a REMARKABLY USEFUL power, but you’ll get to that later.

Nothing is more important to you than keeping up with the latest trends and fashions—Great Mother forbid you become a social outcast. To this end, you always dabble in the latest games, hobbies, fads, and fashions (fortunately, black is always in). Keeping up with all this can get expensive, true, but you have a FAIRLY RELIABLE source of income.

You are also a fan of GHOST STORIES and HORROR FILMS, especially BAD ZOMBIE FLICKS. You refuse to watch SLASHER films, though. They freak you out for REASONS. The other big hobby of yours, besides being trendy, is HYPNOTISM. You’ve become pretty good at it and can usually put those with suggestible minds under, regardless of their caste—you just have to get them to sit still long enough, which is often a challenge.

Speaking of hypnotism, you once had a SPECIAL RIGHT EYE that you could use to implant hypnotic suggestions in the minds of those susceptible to such powers by making eye contact with them. You abused this ability to its fullest extent, making friends and earning favors. Those you couldn’t manipulate you charmed the old-fashioned way. Your lusus, a doting mbunga, warned you against over-using your power like that. Your moirail also expressed his concerns, but you didn’t listen. You had it under control!

Of course, then came the night when you stole away someone’s matesprit with your power—turns out the guy didn’t take the loss of his flushed quadrant well. He ambushed you at your hive, put out your RIGHT EYE with a pair of SCISSORS, and killed your lusus when she tried to protect you. Fortunately for you, your lusus injured him badly enough that he had to retreat before he could finish the job. You survived, but were left powerless, lususless, and with a DEBILITATING FEAR OF SHARP OBJECTS. You fled your old lawnring and have been squatting in an abandoned hive ever since.

As mentioned, the Incident left you with a fear of sharp objects. You converted your old spearkind strife specibus to staffkind and have even refused to cut your hair. That was nearly TWO SWEEPS AGO. Your hair has grown and grown since then and while you used to be able to keep it under control, it has since become NEARLY UNMANAGEABLE. You often try to comb it, but your hair is so thick and tangled that the flimsy things KEEP BREAKING. Breaking combs on your hair has become a habit BORDERING ON THE FETISHISTIC. You have to stop. But addiction is a powerful thing.

While you still get out of the hive when you can, you have been cultivating an online presence as a trendy blogger. You are ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that you are internet famous. Anyone who hasn’t heard of you simply must be out of touch.

Your trolltag is hypnoticSocialite and you g@ve people the ev@l eye when you speak.

What will you do?

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Name: Elanda Malojo
Trolltag: hypnoticSocialite
Blood color: Yellow (#aba000), hue 56
Gender: Female
Age: About 8 sweeps
Lusus: Mbunga (deceased)
Quirk: Replaces "i"s with "@"
Strife Specibus: Staffkind
Fetch Modus: Cat's cradle
Psychic Powers: None (formerly "vision hypnofold")
Height: 5'4"
Weight: ~130 lbs.

[Quiskiver]

> Be the metalhead.

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\m/ YOU FUCKING KNOW IT \m/


You are now ROMLUS SKYIEL, and you FUCKING LOVE METAL. Ever since your young age as a wriggler, your lusus, a GIANT BAT, has given you the love of SCREECHING SOUNDS and WAILS, which lead onto heavy bass and epic vocals of metal. You one day strive to form a band of your own, and hope to reach METAL GOD STATUS. Not just an icon in musical culture, but truly join the BLACK PANTHEON of metal deities, to die in battle while listening to a power chording guitar is the greatest of all honors. You closely follow the teachings of the NORSEGRUELERS, which basically are the troll versions of VIKINGS. Fuck you know what a viking is, but it sounds so metal.

Imagine trolls incredibly musclebound, clad in iron armor and kilts, helmets with horns protruding forth, their faces bristling with THICK AND BUSHY BEARDS to protect them from the FREEZING WEATHER around them, which is a reason why you love ICE COLD TEMPERATURES. You wish with all your might to grow a beard of your own, but sadly your face remains smooth and unshaven.

You usually isolate yourself from others, your only company BATMOM, because you're kind of a VIOLENT SOCIOPATH. More so than a regular angry troll. You've accumulated quite a trail of bodies behind you with your BLADEKIND specibus. You can't help it, when you're around others who annoy you, and mostly anything ANNOYS you in the slightest, you tend to lob off their heads with your trusted BROADSWORD. So, you simply stay away as much as possible.

It's not like you're invincible though. You once had a MORAIL, your trusted and greatest ally, but after so much time with him, you guess something snapped in your thinkpan, and you attacked him. The fight went on for some time, it ending with you TAKING HIS LEFT ARM and him leaving A WICKED SCAR on your left eye, permanently damaging your sight in that optic. Let's not dwell on it anymore, shall we?

From listening to heavy metal so much, you're quite the adept HEADBANGER with ridiculously STRONG NECK MUSCLES, unfortunately, your LARGE HORNS tend to get in the way of your eyesight, sending you careening into other objects like trolls and walls, which if it's the latter, you get stuck in the wall. Damn these heavy things, they'll topple you over a cliff one day.

Your other interests include EATING MEAT. Yes, you love meat. It's your source of life, it's blood giving you energy to continue on the path of fucking heavy metal. You don't even care what kind of meat it is. As long as it's bloody and raw, it goes down your gullet, which will probably kill you one day with all this mysterious meat consumption. Oh yeah. You went off topic. The other, less interesting interests are TROLLING IT UP ON TROLLIAN, COMING UP WITH SONGS, ILLEGALLY DOWNLOADING MUSIC, and pretty much anything having to do with rock.

Your trolltag is thrashGodling, \m/ AND YOU ALWAYS THROW UP THE HORNS BRO \m/

In a certain game, you would be the KING OF SILENCE in a world known as the LAND OF GIANTS AND ICEBERGS, a icy, frozen world populated by towering titans, these giants ruled by your Denizen, THRYM.

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Name: Romlus Skyiel
Age: 6.92 solar sweeps(15)
Gender: Male
Blood color: Navy blue, #000080
TrollTag: thrashGodling
Symbol: Norse rune for death
God Tier Symbol:
Title and Aspect: King of Silence
Land: Land of Giants and Icebergs
Consorts: Polar Bears
Denizen:Thrym, the king of all giants.
Lusus: A giant megabat lovingly referred to as Batmom.
Moon: Derse
Strife Specibus: Bladekind, fetch him his fuckin' broadsword.
Fetch Modus: Beat Modi, 6 cards, has to give each item collected it's own personal rhythm with drums. More important items require longer and complicated sessions.
Likes: Heavy metal, meat, cold weather, playing drums.
Dislikes: Hot Weather, things being quiet, any other music than metal.

Theme Song
Strife Theme

[llamamiah]

>Be the delusional and religious blueblood.



Your name is IOLARR NAOFFA.

At a young age, a METEOR struck near your hive, allowing you to find a MYSTERIOUS HOLY TEXT marked with your SYMBOL. Reading it, you discovered a TALE, describing a total of FORTY-EIGHT BEINGS, who played a strange game which eventually GAVE BIRTH to TROLLKIND. You believe EVERY WORD of it, and are proud that you found such a tome.

Your HIVE is a large, fortified building, with a large HALL, a BELLTOWER, and large amounts of relatively small BLOCKS. You stock the numerous TOMEBLOCKS with various HOLY TEXTS you have discovered, stories that tell of HORRIBLE TENTACLED ABOMINATIONS, and the works from a MYTHOS, describing a TALL and SLENDER Troll, who lives on Alternia's GREEN MOON and has SUBTLY INFLUENCED THE WORLD.

You wish to someday become a powerful CLERICRUSHER, a master of BLUDGEONS who works for the DIVINE. As such, your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to STAFFKIND, which holds an ORNATELY CARVED STICK.

Your LUSUS is a majestic EAGLE, whom you frequently TRAIN in the art of MESSAGE-CARRYING. EVA tends to be CARING, but is always somewhat DISTANT.

Your FETCH MODUS is the TEXTBOOK MODUS. Through the options with the Modus, you get to choose how many SECTIONS can be in each CHAPTER. Each CHAPTER is a SINGLE CARD, which can hold MULTIPLE ITEMS. Items are put in chapters based on SIMILARITIES, and the TOPIC for a chapter can change to better fit the ARTICLES in it. Furthermore, you can retrieve any ITEM at ANY TIME, but you have to remove ALL ITEMS in a CARD.

On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is aquilineHolytroll, Ande You Speake Ine Ane Olde Yete Pronouncede Mannere.

If you were to play a SPECIAL GAME, you would become the SEER OF FOCUS, and take your place in the LAND OF HILLS AND MONKS.


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Name:Iolarr Naoffa
-Trolltag: aquilineHolytroll
-Blood color: Dark Blue (#000051), Hue 240
-Gender: Female
-Age: 6.46 Sweeps (14 Years)
-Symbol: Symbol that represents the the syllable "Diex"

Miscellaneous details:
-Typing Quirk: Addse Ane "E" To The Ende Ofe Every Worde Endinge Ine A Consonante, Ande Capitalizese The Firste Lettere Ofe Every Worde.
-Lusus: Eagle named Eva
-Strife Specibi: staffKind
-Fetch Modus: Textbook
-Quadrant Partners: [Presently Unknown]
-Abilities: N/A

Sburb details:
-Title: Seer of Focus
-Land: Land of Hills and Monks
-Dreamself Planet: Derse
-Denizen: Dionyssus
-Consorts: Indigo Aardvarks that say "VARK VARK"
-Quest: Play the Pressure
-Sprite: Ancestor's Book, Dead Lusus (Both Pre-Entry)
-Cruxite Artifact: Sapling
-Associated Item: Kimberlite
-Associated Element: Earth
-Exile: Noble Paladin -> Nomadic Plainswalker

Additional Pictures:
-Aspect Symbol:

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[feminineFeline]

==>Be the lonely, shy nerd nobody likes or cares about!

st0P that, Please...

==>Be the bookworm

Your name is ORCUS DECUSSUS. You own a library and love reading BOOKS, which is probably the reason why you own a LEXICONKIND. You spend day and night reading them, isolating yourself from the real world with no one but your lusus and creepily realistic OWL PLUSHIES to keep you company. Which explains your inability to socialize with anyone, despite your rank in troll society.

Talking about troll society, you LOATHE the blood caste system. You believe it's a way to keep power and "order". You preach and rant about it daily yet no one gives a shit, Everyone thinks you're CRAZY because of it.

Your LUSUS is pretty NICE though. Raising and taking care of you like you were her own. Which is what lusus's are supposed to do anyway.

Your trolltag is cynicalBookworm. And you have a habit of captializing your P's and replacing your o with an 0.

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TITLE : Wielder of Dusk
AGE : 8 solar sweeps
FETCH MODUS : Buildup
PLANET : Land of Paper and Dusk
LUSUS : A anthro owl
BLOOD : #4b0082
TYPING QUIRK : Capitalizes vowels and uses 2 for s.

[Zoroark]

==> Be the asshole subjugglator pedophile.

>{ thats no way to starteth a conversation }<

==> Be the charming indigo-blooded slayer.

>{ much better indeed, we approve }<

Your name is LANULL FARCEN and you are the biggest douchebag of a subjugglator if there ever was one. You are 10 sweeps old, but you don't consider yourself very OLD. You have found yourself ATTRACTED to trolls as young as 7 Sweeps.

Speaking of 7 Sweeps old, you became the YOUNGEST SUBJUGGLATOR EVER at the age of 7 Sweeps. Of course, you didn't just become a Subjugglator just like that. At the age of 5 Sweeps, you had accidentally killed your LUSUS with a few chemical compounds you had been working on. The older Indigo Bloods took you in and raised you to be a killer. However, do to your superiority complex and your need to remain unseen in the dark, you don't wear the face paint. More on that later, though.

All your QUADRANTS are empty. This tends to be because all the people you pity tend not to pity you back. The people you hate also tend to hate you, but they also tend to want to kill you.

You consider yourself BETTER than every single other troll in existance, unless you either A) happen to have taken a liking to them (which seems to be a lot), or B) they happen to be very high on the hemospectrum. You LOVE THE HEMOSPECTRUM. There is nothing wrong with it in your eyes. The sea dwellers definitely deserve to be on top, and you give them your full respect. However, your blood colour is Indigo, making you better than everyone else. If someone on a lower level of the Hemospectrum than you pisses you off, ESPECIALLY A LOWBLOOD, you don't hesitate to kill him or her.

Despite your love for KILLING and the Hemospectrum, you have an incredibly powerful MORAL COMPASS. You are always fair in making deals, you keep all your promises, and despite your passion for DISMEMBERMENT, you do not violently kill. That is why your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to POISONKIND. You lurk in the shadows, offering candy to your victims (as if you weren't pedo enough already), poisoning their food, and shooting DARTS in their direction. Very few of your poisons actually hurt the victim, unless you have some type of PERSONAL VENDETTA and feel the need to watch them squirm.

Your HIVE is a shared one, in which you bunk with the rest of the Subjugglators. You can tell that you make them a tad uncomfortable, but it doesn't bother you.

Despite being extremely AGILE and FAST, you are also considerably weak. You rarely, if ever, make DIRECT CONTACT with your victims, although you do have a poison-blade knife if the occasion ever arises. You aren't the best known Subjugglator out there, but to a lot of trolls you are known as the SLAYER OF LOWBLOODS for some reason or another. You've tried to CORRECT THEM on multiple occasions but they usually end up dead when you do.

Going back to your LOVE OF POISON for a bit, you love it so much that you keep an incredibly large amount of it beneath your clothes. This, of course, makes it incredibly difficult for someone to hit you close-contact. Hitting the wrong spot could release an AIRBORNE PATHOGEN strong enough to kill the striker on the spot. Of course, if you were a regular troll, you would die too. However, the main ingredient in your poison is your own blood. You suffer from a MINOR BLOOD MUTATION that causes your blood to be poisonous. This is great for you, because it seems to make you immune.

This doesn't mean that breathing in all those poisonous FUMES hasn't been harmful. It seems to have given you a SPLIT PERSONALITY COMPLEX, but you get along incredibly well with yourself. Your modus is a simple stack modus, since you tend to keep only a few things captchalogued.

Your trolltag, when you bother to be on Trollian, is venomousPeculiar and you >{ wrapeth your messages up like the candy we give out }< If you were to ever play a certain game, you'd be the LORD OF BLOOD in the LAND OF RED AND CAVES.

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Name: Lanull Farcen
Trolltag: venomousPeculiar
Blood color: #531279
Gender: Male
Age: 10 Sweeps (Nearly 22 years)
Symbol: Dharma Wheel, representing his mannerism and moral compass.
Typing Quirk: >{ wrapeth up messages like candy, refers to self as we, ends verbs (and everything) with an -eth }<
Lusus: Three-headed Rottweiler (Deceased)
Strife Specibus: PoisonKind
Title: Lord of Blood
Land: Land of Red and Caves.

[trilbyulatingDungeoneer]

Hey, is there a thread for non-troll fan characters? There probably is, right? I have no idea where it might be. ^^;

[MostlyHarmless]

Hey, is there a thread for non-troll fan characters? There probably is, right? I have no idea where it might be. ^^;

Here you go.

[Krug]

>Be the Hypocrite Pervert
6~Hey! Nothing wrong with Ⓐ bit of contrⒶdiction now Ⓐnd then.~9


More symbolic rendition by Dudemaster47!

Your name is RANCUR MAGSAL, you are about eight sweeps old and you are a cool cerulean blood. Well, most trolls would regard you as anything but "COOL". You are an unabashed pervert and as such you have been blessed, or perhaps CURSED, with an inability to control yourself when you see somebody who could end up a potential MATESPRIT or KISMESIS. As soon as you meet a troll with those qualities, and you're pretty shallow so it doesn't take much, the lines upon lines of hitting on them will soon flow forth. And once you get started, it's quite the challenge to actually make you STOP. Perhaps some PHYSICAL BEATING would be enough to do the trick, but that might just push your more in the BLACKROM direction anyway. Despite your heavily intertwined nature to the quadrants, you are no SHIPPER, please, shipping is way too organized for you. You're just nothing more than a PERVERT, through and through.

So what turns you on anyway? Well first off, FINE ASSES. You find yourself easily distracted by them. Though this could easily be expanded to any sort of sexy body shape. A fine looking figure is something that drives a good 50% of your CONVERSATIONS with other trolls. Also while you don't like to admit it, you sort of have a LOWBLOOD FETISH. You try to make sure that you constantly are showing the shitty castes who exactly is THE BOSS around here, that being you, but most of the time you can't help but start to HIT on them. Of course, that just DEFEATS the whole situation, and if any other HIGHBLOOD found out about your sexual preference, you're pretty sure you would be RUINED.

You still hate the LOWER CASTES though, don't make any mistake, you are quite ashamed of your FETISH. They still are in your mind LOWLY BOTTOM FEEDERS who deserve to be pushed around and commanded by HIGHER UPS like you. And speaking of the way you treat others, when not trying to hit on anything or trying to order the shit castes around, you're generally an easy troll to talk to. Sure you have a FLAIR for sexual innuendoes, but besides that, to MID and HIGHBLOODS, you aren't that bad a troll. Well, perhaps not the HIGHBLOODS, they would be likely turned off by your ANARCHIST ideals.

No no no, it's not what it sounds like, yes you're an ANARCHIST, yes you're a BLUEBLOOD. But your form of ANARCHY specifically represents the HIGHBLOODED IDEAL. That would be, ANARCHY appiles to all trolls besides SHITBLOODS, they're still below everyone else. That sounds like a SQUARE DEAL to you. Still, even with that bit about the lower castes in there, you find HIGHBLOODS generally distain you for your even VAGUELY ANARCHIST nature, and the perverted attitude. So normally you just chill with the MIDBLOODS, and that's okay, you SUPPOSE.

In your spare time you do engage in quite a few activites. Most notably making sure your marksmanship with your SPECIBUS is up to shape. After all, in a society where violence and betrayal is the norm, and killing is accepted as a fact of life, a PERVERT like yourself would have it in their best interests to make sure they can FIGHT effectively. Around your hive you usually MULL about on the internet, read DIRTY magazines, or watch VARIOUS movies with your LUSUS. Besides the fact that he protected you and tought you the ways of being a pervert, he's also a FAIRLY RARE species of custodian to have. Something that gives you the utmost bragging rights. You live in an crumbling CLIFFSIDE CASTLE, like the adobe of some wayward MAGE out of a fairy tale. Because of your distance from other trolls, your hive puts you in a VOID of communication from others, much to your distain. Thus long trips into town a frequent.

Your strife specibus is set to PISTOLKIND, a weapon that you have grown quite skilled with and accustomed to, due to your CASTLE having its own shooting range. You also have the card for PAILKIND, but due to social taboos, there's no way you would ever use it. As much as you WANT to. Your fetch modus is set to VANDALISM. In your anarchist ways you must spraypaint a public building in the shape of the object you wish to withdraw. Down with the EMPRESS! Down with LAWS! Keep the shitbloods SHIT!

Your trolltag is tumultuousAtrocity and you 6~DisplⒶy your interests loud Ⓐnd clear~9

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Name: Rancur Magsal
Trolltag: tumultuousAtrocity
Blood color: #004182
Gender: Male
Age: 8.5 Sweeps
Symbol: Stylized Anarchy Symbol
Typing Quirk: Begins with a 6~, Ends with a ~9, and throws in some Ⓐs for As.
Lusus: Satyr
Strife Specibus: pistolKind (Also bucketKind)
Title: Mage of Void
Land: Land of Glaciers and Industry
Consorts: Chimpanzees
Denizen: Huitzilopochtli

[Belonoid Anoesis]

> Be the engine apprentice.

o===C Coming rright upp!



You are TIRREL HARLUS and you are about 7 sweeps old.

You, like every other Troll aren't quite fahsionable, but you wear a pair of blue-hued overalls because you enjoy bring recognized as an engineer. You always practice a lot of building inventions in order to achieve your ambition. However, luck isn't always by your side as faulty inventions caused trouble to others. There was a huge accident during your early sweeps of engine tinkering where one of your devices HIT A LUSUS to death, resulting into ANOTHER TROLL who found out that her lusus met its demise trying to hunt you down. The incident though, was forgotten, but not for long after the 'orphaned' Troll demands a certain HATE-LOVE relationship instead of culling you. Oh boy, a piling bunch of troubles caused by your carelessness!

You are normally a less talkative Troll who concentrates on his works, but due to your blood, you are prone to PERSONALITY INSTABILITY. It takes a lot for you to be enraged, but if you really lose it to your temper, it will take a lot to calm you down unless your MOIRAIL is there where you RAGE YOUR PANTS OFF. If not, that means MORE TROUBLE. Aside from ENGINEERING, you like SPORTS, particularly TROLL BULLSEYE as your favorite. You have this cool GIANT THREE-RED-EYED CROW LUSUS. Whatever you need for invention will be often brought back by him after a day/night long of hunting animals. Crows like shiny items, aren't they?

But in all honesty, you are pretty much uncaring about the IMPERIAL POLITICS. You refuse to use your blood as a factor to lord over those lower than you or insult them, but ONCE IN A BLUE MOON, you might do this without realizing at all. You are AGAINST THE BLOOD CASTE, but openly showing this to anyone will get you KILLED, so you keep your hatred of it to yourself. You have the ability to MANIPULATE SMALL ANIMALS and even SPEAK TO THEM. It's pretty weak, but you are a highblood anyway, so you're okay with it.

If you were to play SGRUB, you are the KNIGHT OF SHADE in the land of SHADE and CLOUDS. Your CONSORTS consist of DARK GREY BEARS that are pretty MORONIC, but like ADVENTURES. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS will be wrenchKind and you own the ENGINE ARRAY as your FETCH MODUS. You have to link several circuits to retrieve an item. You are the dreamer of PROSPIT.

On TROLLIAN, you go as the trolltag engineTinkerer and o===C you always carry a wrench with you and tend to double yourr PPs and RRs to forrm some typing accent.

TL;DR? Here's a brief profile.

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Name: Tirrel Harlus
Blood color: Blue [#0000FF]
Age: 7 sweeps old
Personality: A mostly quiet Troll, but can be provoked into anger and it WILL take a lot to calm him down.
Lusus: Crowbeast
Interests/Hobbies: Engineering, sports
Strife Specibus: wrenchKind
Fetch Modus: Engine Array
Title: Knight of Shade
Dreamself appears on: Prospit
Land: Land of Shade and Clouds
Consorts: Dark grey bears who are moronic, but like adventures
Trolltag: engineTinkerer
Quirk: o===C doubles Ps and Rs, so it's pprretty much an accent.

[Kattily]

||This is a repost of superioritySculpter because that old bio was horribly outdated.||

>BE THE FOULMOUTHED LOWBLOOD WITH NO HANDS AND ICE POWERS.

fuck off.

>BE THE BITCHY REDBLOOD WHO IS AFRAID OF INDIGOBLOODS.

shut the fuck up about that. you can't prove anythIng.

>HONK.

alrIght alrIght just please stop that.

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Your name is ALSCIA CHIONI and you are NOT A LIAR. You just don't always tell the whole truth.

You are currently 6 SWEEPS OLD, but you think that you are 7 because your lusus never really PAID ATTENTION to you. Sometimes you seem OLDER because you are very TALL. You wish that you were more MUSCULAR so that you could hold your own in a fight better, but poverty and your power leave you little more than a WALKING SKELETON with skin. You are often mistaken to be MALE, and you get very angry when referred to as such. You avoid even dim lights and always wear SUNGLASSES because you have highly sensitive EYES and the light HURTS YOU. However, your LOW-LIGHT VISION is better than average. Your eyes were removed by a certain hat-obsessed doctor and given to a recently-blinded redblood who a seadweller owed a favor, so you were BLINDED. The good news is that you don't need your SUNGLASSES anymore. The bad news is that you HAVE NO EYES. And then a SUBJUGGLATOR made you new eyes out of the kindness of her heart. Yeah, you're suspicious of her motives, too. You lost your hands in an incident that you really hate talking about, and your EX-MOIRAIL made you ROBOTIC REPLACEMENTS.

You are a bit of a LONER. Other trolls usually ANNOY you, and due to your DARK RED BLOOD they don't give you the RESPECT you feel that you deserve. You try to avoid others for the most part so that you don't have to deal with being DISRESPECTED. This means that you are usually quite ABRASIVE and openly RUDE. You are even rude to highbloods, which tends to put you in bad situations. As you put it, you are a bit of a TROUBLE MAGNET. You also have a very FOUL MOUTH, particularly when you are annoyed. Underneath all of that, you are very CLINGY and somewhat POSSESSIVE when it comes to the friends and relationships that you do develop.

Like most redbloods, you have a sort of POWER. You wish that you didn't have your power, however. You can control ice, also known as CRYOKINESIS. A side-effect of this is that you ABSORB HEAT ENERGY. You cannot stop absorbing heat, though you have recently learned how to draw more heat into your body on command. Without a constant source of heat energy, you will DIE VERY QUICKLY. Due to your POWER, you are always COLD. You also hurt almost everyone you touch by taking their body heat. If another troll is close to you for too long, they will eventually FREEZE TO DEATH. Recently, your moirail taught you how your power works and gave you MEDICATION that will slow this process down. It essentially turns your power off for a small period of time.

You have a reasonable amount of ART SKILL, particularly when it comes to SCULPTING. You sell your sculptures to make a living for yourself. You sometimes sculpt with ice, as it allows you to practice USING YOUR POWER, but more often you use clay.

You used to live in a DILAPIDATED SHACK that your lusus would often kick you out of when she got sick of you. It was full of various SCULPTURES and BLANKETS. After a certain INCIDENT happened, your matesprit brought you to live with him. You also DESTROYED all of your possessions during a TEMPER TANTRUM after said incident. You sort of rely on him for everything now.

You RESENT the HEMOSPECTRUM because you are at the bottom of it, naturally. You hate the color RED as a result. You wish that you were higher up so that you could have RESPECT, an excuse to be RUDE, and all of the CAEGARS you could ever want. You used to like to torment ANONBLOODS, as they were the only trolls below you on the hemospectrum. Your matesprit, however, has changed your mind about them and now you treat them just like you treat everyone else. Due to a very traumatic INCIDENT involving your ex-matesprit, his jealous subjugglator stalker, and six of said stalker's weightlifting buddies, you are terrified of INDIGOBLOODS, especially SUBJUGGLATORS. You often have flashbacks of said incident, but you are trying to get over it.

You fight with a KNIFEKIND specibus, particularly with a small knife, the handle of which is wrapped in electrical tape. This is important because of a certain ceruleanblooded prick who likes to try to electrocute you because of some silly hatecrush. You have a SCULPTY fetch modus. When you want to get an item, you must sculpt something out of a very soft clay that resembles the item. If you sculpt something not in your sylladex, it creates a ghost image. However, you usually find it annoying, so you keep your most important items in POCKETS sewn into the inside of your cloak.

You used to want to fill your QUADRANTS for necessity's sake, only. Otherwise, you used to have no interest in romantic matters because it entailed INTERACTING WITH OTHER TROLLS. The only living creature you ever wanted to interact with on a regular basis was LYNXMOM, your LUSUS. She's just as SOLITARY as you are. Then, however, you got a MATESPRIT who you consider to be the absolute best thing in your life. He's pretty much saved you from yourself.

If you were ever to play a DESTRUCTIVE GAME like SGRUB, you'd probably have a planet called THE LAND OF SUN AND SNOW, and title yourself the WITCH OF LAND.

Your Trolltag is superioritySculpter and you emphasIse your SELF-centered nature by capItalIzIng ME MYSELF and I but otherwIse use only lowercase and end every sentance wIth a perIod.

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Name: Alscia Chioni (al-SHUH)
Age: 6 Sweeps
Height(in Earth feet/inches): 5'11", and 6'2" counting her horns.
trollTag: superioritySculpter
Blood: Dark red (550000)
Lusus: Lynx
Planet: Land of Sun and Snow. (LOSAS)
Title: Witch of Luck
Strife Specibus: KnifeKind
Fetch Modus: Sculpty (Basically pictionary with play-dough.)
Quirk: emphasIses her SELF-centered nature by capItalIzIng ME MYSELF and I. ends every sentence wIth a perIod.
Voice of: Emily Haines.
Theme Song: Love is a Place by Metric.
Matesprit: Marion "Animus" Entheo
Moirail: Vasich Korsun.
Kismesis: None.
Auspicitice: None.

Other art: (aka a bunch of doodles of her and Animus I did out of boredom)

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Also this one by immortalMemmelizer.

And these by Silvy :3

[Brinty512]

Your name is Sentak Kercerdas. You are 6.5 sweeps old and have a strangely dark complexion. This mutation causes you to be an outcast, but you don't care. Didn't like the caste system anyway. You choose to spend your time messing with computers and Science equipment, both of which you have lots of. You expect that your DANGEROUS EXPERIMENTS will one day cost you a limb, but you don't care. You're in it for the SCIENCE. You live in a mediocre hive in a mediocre area, most of which is taken up by your LAB. The only inhabitants of your mediocre hive are you, and your fox-kind lusus, who has an unknown disease that has paralyzed her. You don't talk much, but get along well. Your psionic powers are lacking much, but they are there, nonetheless. You doggedly practice your abilities, hoping to one day have mediocre psionic power. You have an atypical physical weakness, so you don't typically fight, but your weapon of choice is the BOWKIND specibus. You are good with a bow, while you have almost no interest in the hobby. Your love of PUZZLES means you use the ENIGMA modus, having to solve a random puzzle of increasing difficulty to size of item. As for your personal life, you have no interest in romantic matters, making you somewhat of an outcast. While you are brilliant with Science and Math, you are kind of an ass. You don't typically enjoy talking to your few friends, because they are idiots in your opinion. Your trolltag is acrimoniusThaumaturge, and you tend to speak in a ruhsed fasion and get sidetraked midsentence but you dont stop talking. If you were to play some stupid game like SGRUB, you would ironically end up as the KNIGHT OF MIND in the LAND OF PUZZLES AND MIST.

[ZeronFX]

>Be the- oh hell no. Be someone else.
||| Fuck you too. |||

(( Rewriting becuase the old profile is shit. ))
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS has been set to flailKind. You don’t really care for physical violence but you can hold your own in a fight.

Your FETCH MODUS is the CONDITIONAL FETCH MODUS. The modus behaves similar to the ARRAY fetch modus, in that you may use any item at any time, unless the conditions on the card are not satisfied.

Your trolltag is nexusThreefold, and you tend to ||| Sp3ak in an 3n3rg3tic tone, r3placing th3 “c-k-s” syllable with an x, b3caus3 X is th3 b3st3st l3tt3r 3v3r. |||

---tl;dr---
Name: Xender Corvex
Trolltag: nexusThreefold
Color: #DFDF00
Caste: Yellow

[momatoes]

Tonight is busy so the encoding and the weekly roll of trolls will be done tomorrow! This post marks the end of the week since the last time the Trollslum is updated.

I hope everyone's had a good end-of-year holidays.

[VeritasUnae]

(Hair styled by CliffRacer)

You are DISCIM (diss-im) USCHEL//

Confused has to how you've lived this long with such DEFECTS as a BLUE HORN. Maybe it had something to do with your SEMI-ROYAL blood colour that let you live. Or maybe it's not that big a deal. You cover it up with NON-TOXIC, WATERPROOF PAINTS. You are 7 SWEEPS old.

You've loved science for as long as you can remember, especially INORGANIC CHEMISTRY. All of the elements of the Alternian ocean are always interesting to study and observe the effects of. You have a strong stance on OCEAN POLLUTION, and tend to use your authority to prevent highblood landdwellers from dumping their rubbish into the ocean. Luckily it doesn't happen often. However, you do happen to assert your authority to LOWER CASTES regardless. It likely stems from the fact that you feel so outcast that NO-ONE CAN BE YOUR FRIEND and so you treat everyone with an iron fist. You hate lowerbloods. And at the same time, you wish you could be their friends. But you WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE ANY OF THIS. HATE TO THE LOWBLOODS!

Your lusus is an AQUATIC RAT, like the kind used in LAB EXPERIMENTS... except AQUATIC. Its paws, with fins in between, provide an adequate method of swimming around the ocean. He tends to be able to SHOOT WATER from his mouth for propulsion, too. And for distracting predators on land.

You love beakers, but you also love the satisfying smash of glass. BEAKERKIND was a perfect match. Sometimes you fill your beakers with POISONOUS ACIDS AND BASES. Sometimes you don't. Your mighty need for glass means you tend to use the Silicon and Oxygen panels of your PERIODIC TABLE MODUS to make more glass beakers. So you aim for items with 8 and 14 letters. You would explain your modus, but you already explained it below in the tl;dr section, being somewhat non-intuitive to the idea of tl;dr.

Oh yeah, and you can TELEPORT. That confuses you too. You might have accidentally teleported half the text of this opening speech to the bottom. Whoops. How you managed to get powers at such a high blood rank confuses you a lot. SO MUCH CONFUSION. Basically, from what you can tell you DISASSEMBLE YOUR ATOMS and REASSEMBLE THEM SOMEWHERE ELSE. But you have a feeling something else is at work here.

==> Be the something else at work.

That would be history.

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Two ancestors were cosmically, and quantumly, entwined. The Twins, The Separate and The Disjoint, were fated to be drawn to one another, one's power connected to the others. They were kept away from each other, as they were during the Condesce's rule and the hemospectrum was something to abide by. But together they were brought through their paired creation portals. Two portals, joined, and always formed simultaneously through some connection in their minds, a want to be with each other. They stowed away together, visiting the Mother Grub directly and asking for her assistance. She was benevolent to their cause, being an envoy for the continuation of life and not one to shun those truly in matespritship.

They asked whether she would take their genetic material directly, hoping that, in isolation, it would spur on a specific creation that would combine their traits together at last. But she said no. Although she was sympathetic to their cause, she could not pick favourites, and all slurry had to be combined together after collection from the Imperial Drones. The two exchanged sorrow-filled glances at this news, but the Mother Grub assured them not all hope was lost. If the two could find their way together to a set of ruins in a distant part of Alternia, the Grub assured them they would find something there that could help instead. They thanked her generosity, returned to their own domiciles, using whatever rags they could find to shroud their identities and returned to the Mother Grub, who pointed them in the direction they needed to travel and gave them instructions for what to do. The two set off through the desert, through many nights and days, hiding from the sun and the horrors that lurked for those who travelled these parts.

After one whole sweep had passed, passing from small village to small village, the two finally came across a majestic set of frog ruins that had been present as long as Alternia itself. It was near a low red-blood collective hive, hidden underground. They had dug into a cavern, as told by the Mother Grub. Inside, after some sleuthing, they were greeted with something that allowed them to mix their genetic data and form a grub of their own. But the result combined the deep brown blood and grey-blue blood to form an average purple, with horns the colours of her two ancestors. The Mother Grub's instructions at this point were clear: take the grub to the trial caverns, where it would gain a lusus and a life the two of them were not allowed.

As the two's love was believed to be against the Condesce's law, and their trials throughout Alternia were now spoken of in reverence amongst rebelious forces against the Condesce, the two were recognised in the trial caves by the drones. Captured, and sentenced to execution, the Twins were tortured in separate, power-inhibiting rooms, not able to see each other, but instead able to feel their combined pain, and sharing the simple want to see each other one last time.

The last thought they shared was of the grub they have brought into the world as they drew their final breaths. A grub that shared their combined abilities, now joined into one teleportaling ability.

==> Return to b
eing Discim.

Your handle is antimonyArsenic and y0ur sentences have a habit of b
eing bifurcated by y0ur abilities.

//(oo-shell), and you're confused.

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Name:
DISCIM USCHEL (discimus, "we learn" + Chell, protagonist of Portal)
Age:
7 sweeps.
Trolltag:
antimonyArsenic
Lusus:
Aquatic Rat
Quirk:
Changes o's and O's to 0's. Her sentences a
lso spill into two lines through the middle.
Ability:
Teleportation. Only to areas she's been before.
Blood Caste:
#9100cd
Fetch Modus:
Periodic Table. A slightly more advanced hash modus, each item is captchalogued into an element by the number of letters of the item. Disastrous effects can occur when two elements are logged in the same card, however, so this modus is exceptionally more dangerous than its original counterpart, depending on how reactive the element is. It tends to result in explosions often, to the inexperienced user. The item is merely called out with a word of a similar number of letters, like the hash modus. [It does open up reaction-releases, where some elements can be released along with new items. Notable combinations include the sodium and chloride panels creating a vial of salt and the hydrogen and oxygen panels releasing a bottle of water.] Comes pre-packaged with only 36 cards.
Strife Specibus:
beakerKind. Like the X-Naut PhDs in Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door. Yeah.
Symbol:
Heart
Dream self:
Prospit.
Title:
GUIDE of SPACE
Land:
Land of Maps and Frogs
Ancestors:
The Twins, The Separate and The Disjoint. Both connected by portals they create simulatenously, linking to each other.

(Basically inspired by Portal. The idea was at some point in the adventure she was to be in, she'd be trapped in a box, becoming a companion cube, hence the heart on her chest. Her aspect was going to be decided by the adventure creator, but that fell through. I just made it ____ of Space, like I believe it was going to be.
Hopefully this was correctly placed, too.)

[Krug]

This is an Update to "buckshotTempest"
>Be the Shitblood Gun Nut
[::yeah yeah whatever::]



Your name is SYOGAN NOIQUE, you are 7.75 sweeps old, you have practically have SHIT running through your veins. Yes, you are a LOWBLOOD. And, yes, you are self aware that your position in life pretty much sucks. Unlike too many of your idiot PEERS, you RESPECT and REVERE the HEMOSPECTRUM as the sole way of keeping ORDER in society. Obviously whatever divine force that's out there put you on this planet with little in mind. You were born WEAK, without any PSYCHIC POWERS, you could probably be culled just for being a waste of space. After all, you won't go anywhere in life because BOTTOM FEEDERS such as YOURSELF don't deserve such an honor. In fact, it's hard for you to even stomach going out in public without feeling like a disgrace before the HIGHBLOODS. As such, you SUCK UP to them and follow just about ANY COMMAND. Of course at the same time you're PARANOID one of them will command you to CULL YOURSELF. So you generally try to avoid them in the first place.

Actually, speaking of which, you're PARANOID about a lot of things. DRONES raiding your house EARLY for whatever reason. A crazed INDIGOBLOOD just coming to your house and CULLING YOU for fun. Without your GUN you're pretty much a mess. Because of your many FEARS you're constantly put under a lot of STRESS, and really you have NOBODY to let it all out to. LOWBLOODS generally dislike you for your HEMOLOYALTY, and HIGHBLOODS...
well you've talked about them enough already. You would never trust one of them with your FEELINGS. Obviously they would plot to USE IT against you.

But you mentioned something before about GUNS. You have somewhat of an UNHEALTHY OBSESSION with them. Especially SHOTGUNS. You just love the smooth feel of those weapons in your hand, that energizing JOLT of recoil when you pull the trigger, the shape and feel of the STOCK, one day you'll show them all the firing end of a BARREL and then it will be the final day for any oppression of-
Oh you were just rambling, you DO THAT sometimes.

In the basement of your LAWNRING you keep an ARMORY of sorts. It's nothing fancy really. Seriously, it's just a pile of SHOTGUNS next to a pile of BULLETS. Of course, collecting all these GUNS would be useless if you didn't do anything with them. Thus, you are an active HUNTER. Whenever it's the SEASON and the weather is COOPERATIVE you go into the woods to hunt down VARIOUS DEADLY BEASTS. Over your LEFT EYE you wear an AIM ASSIST PIECE to keep your shots on target. Unfortunately your GOD DAMN LOWBLOOD SHACK cannot fit all of your kills in it as TROPHIES of the hunt. So you normally just leave a mass of DEAD ANIMAL CORPSES in the forest. Most trolls generally regard you as an ACE when it comes to marksmanship, despite your BLOOD color.

Your LUSUS is a FEATHERY ASSHOLE. Though he gets on your nerves frequently, you actually do have a close relationship with him, considering he did a good job of RAISING and PROTECTING you. And the fact that he's really the ONLY THING you can RANT to. If anything were to happen to him, you would probably slip into a DEEP DEPRESSION, or perhaps just go SHITHIVE MAGGOTS. And if anything happened to you, he would probably start SQUAWKING or something.

Your FETCH MODUS is SHELL. Essentially it turns whatever item you've taken into a round for your SHOTGUN. Once the SHELL breaks, your item is dispelled along with SHOTGUN PELLETS. It's a huge hassle and has broken more of your stuff than you can count. Speaking of which, as if it wasn't obvious, your STRIFE SPECIBUS is SHOTGUNKIND.

Your trolltag is buckshotTempest and you [::attempt to speak in a fancier manner::]

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Name: Syogan Noique
Trolltag: buckshotTempest
Blood color: #934c06
Gender: Male
Age: 7.75 Sweeps
Symbol: One of the customizable red dot sights from COD
Typing Quirk: Begins and ends with [:: and ::]
Lusus: Crow
Strife Specibus: shotgunKind
Title: Ace of Blood
Land: Land of Steel and Targets
Consorts: Deer
Denizen: Horus

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==> Be the dry one

Your name is Therber Anoiat. You are just under 8 sweeps old, which you find unfortunate, because the maturity of many of your peers is really. just. detest. able. Not that trolls have peers. But if they did, you would find them detestable.

In fact, you find very few things not detestable. Amongst those few pastimes that curry your favour are the reading of PONDEROUS TRACTS OF PHILOSOPHY and the viewing of UNNECESSARILY ARTSY FILMS. You are especially fond of TROLL KANT. You consider the retention of troll cultural history to be your burden, and as such spend a significant amount of time absorbing HEFTY TOMES on topics of little use to anyone. Your SCULPTOR fetch modus renders every object as a hefty clay statue, but art sometimes requires the SACRIFICE OF UPPER-TORSO STRENGTH.

You also enjoy the production and subsequent eating of a NUMBER OF FINE CHEESES -- some might say that you prefer the SMELL OF CURDLING MILK to the experience of other trolls. Of course, producing cheese requires significant quantities of milk from the TEAT OF THE MUSCLEBEAST. As such, you have become experienced in RIFLEKIND, as a thirteen-hour wait to fire one shot and kill one muscle beast PERFECTLY SUITS YOU.

Both of your horns were unpleasantly split at some point during your grub stage, possibly by some BROWN-BLOOD BASTARD. There is still a long, red scratch on the right one, which you do not deign to cover up. However, you have adapted to the oddity, even taking solace in your uniqueness. On the topic of brown-blood bastards, you consider your RElATIVELY MIDDLING STATUS (a greenblood) in troll haemosociety to be a boon, as it allows you to ignore both the fear of culling that comes with being a lowblood and the unfortunate compulsion to social interaction that comes with being a highblood. Neither your blood status nor your strange horns make you feel lonely. No sir. Not at all.

You have cultivated a sense of PRACTICED DISINTEREST in all the events around you. As a result, you very rarely engage with other young trolls. However, when you do, your Trollian tag is ExasperatedCazador and you tend to speak. without. capitalization and with. arbitrary periods to. represent your disinterested tone. of. voice.

[BenevolentDemon]

original sprite by Thunder Reign!

Your name is Mourin Laetus, and you're one twitchy little dude.

To be fair, it's entirely understandable to be just a bit paranoid, considering how low your blood is. It's a rare night indeed that a highblood or two isn't out on the streets, looking for a pathetic rustblood such as yourself to push around, and, unluckily for you, just about everything about you screams "EASY TARGET". You're a scrawny fellow, with an air of pathetic subservience about you. You've gotten roughed up more than a couple of times, and you've found it easier to just try and stay out of trouble than stand up for yourself. Still, you've picked up a few scars from various scuffles.

You wish you had amazingly powerful psychic abilities, like the lowbloods you see on television and in movies. You have a power, sure, but not one that would help in combat. You can see into the past, to an extent. You can't control what (or, more accurately, when) you see particularly well, and your visions are silent, no way of telling what anyone is saying unless you learn to read lips, and you can only see what has happened in the past of the place where you are. It gives you a goddamn headache, too. You rather like it, though, as pretty much anything is better than looking at the present. You often spend far too long in your respiteblock, rewinding time, spying on the trolls who lived in the hivestem before you.

Speaking of which, you live in a pretty dang dreadful hivestem, inhabited by mostly red to yellowbloods. Generally violent red to yellowbloods, to your dismay. Your personal hive is fairly small, even in comparison with your neighbors'. You're practically meticulous with your cleaning, though, so you make the most out of the space you've been given. You actually get a bit testy when folks mess up your respiteblock. You've given your lusus, a lovely little orange owlcat, a slap on more than one occasion, when he knocked over something breakable or tracked mud into the house. You have a bit of an anger problem, and almost no one is weak enough (weaker than you, that is) for you to take it out on. You hate it when things are out of your control, and the problem with that is, being of such low blood, things are almost always out of your control.

You have a bit of a fascination with death, and your favorite books are fairly morbid tomes, bound in what you're fairly sure is troll skin, but is probably just really old leather. This is also demonstrated in your choice of decor, which, let's be honest, is creepy as hell. You have a bit of a fascination with taxidermy, and more than a few stuffed animals are meticulously arranged around your hive, as well as a whole mess of heads on your wall. You’d have more, but you’re not exactly strong enough to kill any impressive beasts yourself. Your other interests are rather easier to pursue, especially history. Books are easily bought with the few caegars you have that are not spent on food, and, although you lack the means to travel and witness history throughout Alternia, you’ve become something of an expert on local history. You’ve written a short book on the subject, although you have no idea how to go about copying or distributing it. Heck, someday you might be able to, but you doubt it. With blood and a temperament like yours, you’d be lucky to make it to the fleet.

Your trolltag is laughableOddities, and (you speak in hushhed tones)

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Name: Mourin Laetus
Trolltag: laughableOddities
Blood color: #800000
Gender: Male
Age: 7 sweeps
Typing Quirk: Lines enclosed in parentheses, sh -> shh
Lusus: Striped owlcat
Strife Specibus: Bookkind, rarely used for purposes other than retrieving a book as soon as possible.
Title: Bard of Blood

[Dudemaster47]

>Be the rare Alternian coolkid

well...im ηot that cool but thankζ!

>Fine, be the contented lowblood.

alright theη.



Your name is ZERTAM ETASHI, and you're PRETTY MUCH THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL WHEN IT COMES TO LOWBLOODS.

Seriously, you're so low on the hemospectrum that you don't even have the pointed teeth that most other trolls do. They're just flat, like...some kind of herbivore's, you guess. But it doesn't bother you, anyway. And sadly, despite the low red blood that flows through your veins, you have no special abilities. Like, none, whatsoever. The only things that are really notable about you are the fact that you're a SHREWD SHOPPER and you have an UNBREAKABLE POKER FACE. By which you mean, you are CONSTANTLY CHEERFUL AND CONTENTED. Nothing phases you, mainly because you don't let it.

Hey, might as well be, right? No point in worrying about your life. You figure that, since you're 8 sweeps old, you really only have four left before you kick the bucket. Or, more appropriately, kick something over that is not so LEWD and INAPPROPRIATE. Either way, you plan to live as long as possible and enjoy EVERY MINUTE OF IT. Speaking of lewd and inappropriate subjects, you also are QUITE GOOD WITH MONEY, and you pretty much get money by BUYING THINGS OFF OF tBAY AND THEN SELLING THEM FOR HIGHER PRICES. This is how you're able to afford a relatively decent living for one as low as you (which isn't great, but hey, you're pretty comfortable). It is also how you were able to get the used M16 assault rifle which you use as your primary weapon.

Obviously, NOTHING SCARES YOU. This is partly because you have a semiautomatic rifle and partly because you're sure that most highbloods are probably not going to try to mess with or bother the rustblood who doesn't show any signs of submission or fear. And if they do? Well, they get to look down the barrel of your aforementioned assault rifle. It's pretty rare that an offender will continue to bother you after that. That being said, you're never blatantly disrespectful to your higher-ups (which is everyone) and you obey orders (although you never make it easy). You're pretty friendly to everyone, even if they're trying to harass you. In fact, especially if they're trying to harass you (as you find it pisses them off to no end).

You spend most of your time either just chilling or doing various eclectic things that you enjoy doing. These include a bit of movies (whenever you can pull together the cash), your various shopping schemes (always something new), and watching over your moirail and neighbor, Soroki. You're not sure why a jadeblood lives out in the sticks, but you're not complaining. You and tortoisedad just enjoy the variety he brings to the neighborhood.

Enough about you, though. Your strife specibus is rifleKind, your modus is a cheap STACK MODUS, and your trolltag is nonchalantZealot. Also, you talk iη a pretty calm aηd collected faζhioη.

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Name: Zertam Etashi
Trolltag: nonchalantZealot
Blood: Red, #a10000
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Tortoisedad
Specibus: rifleKind
Modus: Stack
Quirk: Zertam (z, s = ζ) Etashi. (n = η)