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

**mr_19** · 12-10-2011, 07:16 AM

Your name is SEMOCE HOGLAZ and you are SEVEN AND A HALF SWEEPS old. You are the master failure of FEAR.

Sadly you fall in the worst possible position in the RED caste. But hey on the bright side you have been hatched with the exceptionally useful ABILITY to psychically fill a victim with FEAR, it is simply a SHAME there hasn't been a troll hatched low enough to fall susceptible to it. But did this stop you from pursuing your rightful place as the MASTER OF FEAR? No, but the other trolls who enjoy grabbing you and stuffing STRAW into your clothing has certainly put a major SPEED BUMP on the road to TERROR KING. When not being TROLL-HANDLED ROUGHLY by your PEERS you often abuse the beasts in the wild with your power to entertain you and fuel your fragile EGO.

In a less MORBID spectrum you do dabble in ARTS and CRAFTS with your MOIRAIL. Either pathetically crafting little dolls made of STRAW or bringing her FEATHERS to use, you're not exactly an ARTIST or that HELPFUL but she keeps you around anyways.

Keeping you alive is a FEATHERBEAST Lusus. This specific FEATHERBEAST is very RAVEN like if it had been compared to human birds. Well if you ignore the three eyes. It often wonders how it raised such a failure of a troll. One would think constantly scaring the DICKENS out you would teach you a thing or two on how to behave. But no, you drive your Lusus to drink and wish he chose another.

Your fetch modus is MURDER. Haha! No silly, you are not murdering anyone! All your inventory flocks together in such a lovely mess it's like a murder of crows in there. Good luck finding anything amongst all those captcha-cards. In the violence department you wield the fearsome FORKKIND. Well it would be fearsome if the only viable weapon in the kind you own wasn't a silly old PITCHFORK.

Your trolltag is ornithoPhobiac and when you laugh you tend to get a little out of CAWntrol, CAW CAW CAW CAW!

((NOW WITH SPRITE MADE BY WEEABOO.l))

**The Next Decade** · 12-10-2011, 09:48 AM

Your name is PHAISO CHITEM, you're 8 sweeps old, and your blood is TEAL

Your trolltag is individualSystematic and your typing quirk Looks like that. Yeah, no visible typing quirk.

You somewhat bored in life, so you trying to find something interesting in it. Playing indie video games, training with your friends in fighting, and bio-engineering. You become interested in it before you found your ancestor's archives, but it highly helped you in learning it. If someone ask you about your last work or somehting else, you will tell them, but you never show it to them without a good reason.

When you talk with someone, you feel somewhere between outgoing and shy, but you try to be just neutral with everyone.

You're a very talanted geneticist. Your specialization is making living weapons, computers, etc. etc. Your best work called "Bio-mechanical armor mk. Musashii". And you're the owner of it. The description of it will be here:

Your Fetch modus is CATCH. To use it, you need to select a right card, throw it to the air, and then catch the object that you need. If it fall on the floor, it will turn back into the card. That's actually not useful in captchaloguing huge objects.

Your weapon kind is ARMBLADE kind. Actually, the only weapon you have is your's Musashii. So, you don't fight often. Well, you have wooden armplanks, but you use them only for training.

Your lusus is an Atlas bug (or Caucasus beetle). But you prefer to call him Hercus. You don't know why, you just found it in his ancestor's archives.

About your ancestor: He also was a geneticist, and he left you a lot of materials. Musashii been made using the whole library materials plus newly made ones.

NaBlLuTrWeCa

**Shaitanist** · 12-10-2011, 10:31 AM

(( Here's my first bio up here. :3 ))

> Be the grounded swampdelling anonbloo-

Wait, are those fins?

HAHAHAHA. You have ABSOLUTELY no idea what they're going on about. Seriously, what?

Your name is ZALTOM VEZATI and, as long as you can remember, you've lived in the SWAMPS with your LUSUS in a rather small and humble hive. Your LUSUS might possibly be the best, she's so SOFT and FLUFFY. You adore SNUGGLING and RAIDING NEARBY RUINS with her. She urges you not to COMMUNICATE with any other TROLLS nearby, which is relatively easy considering you live in a SWAMP. Truth be told it leads DIRECTLY INTO THE OCEAN via a large part of MANGLED AND DESTROYED marsh, but what would the SEADWELLERS want with you, anyway? You don't bother them, they won't bother you. At least that's what your mother's taught you.

In fact, your mother's taught you a great MANY THINGS. She's raised you to be HAPPY and ESPECIALLY RESPECTFUL to anyone, regardless of their position on the HEMOSPECTRUM. In fact, it wouldn't be wrong to say she's groomed you in such a way that you must act INFERIOR in the presence of ANYONE.

(spoil'rd for more)

You've longed to EXPLORE THE WORLD ever since you were a WIGGLER. However you've never been more than A FEW MILES AWAY from your hive. You sometimes sit in your RESPITEBLOCK, which is literally the only room in your hive, and ponder what it would be like to be somewhere else. Imagine the CITIES, the HIVESTEMS, the TEALBLOOD TREEHOUSES, that you could see if you just somehow persuaded your mother.

Since you keep going on about your mother, you might as well explain. She is ADORABLE and possibly the BEST LUSUS EVER. She stands at around 6 feet tall and is LONGER than your respiteblock. She is most SIMILAR to a MONGOOSE in the regard that if you COMPARED her to her sister species she would be NEAR IDENTICAL, albeit the fact that she's a GIANT. She's capable of holding you down and will not hesitate to. She tends to get FIDGETY whenever you get thirsty, and never lets you near the streams or rivers.

But you're not UNHAPPY. You know you're mother only keeps you here because she loves you, you guess. Besides, if anything ever goes wrong in your hivehold it's when you start asking QUESTIONS. You've learned to stop. Questions are dangerously close to FREE THOUGHT.

About your HIVE, it's pretty SWEET by your standards. You have your typical respiteblock, with a few posters, a computer -- with UNLIMITED ACCESS, might you add. While your mother's MASSIVE GIRTH and BRUTE STRENGTH is great for getting you into a choke hold, those MONGOOSE paws prove futile for putting up PARENTAL CONTROLS. Besides, she's a lusus. Lusii don't know what computers is.

Oh, and you forgot to mention one more thing. There's a huge skeleton of a massive UNDERSEA SERPENT in your back lawn ring. At least, you think it's a serpent. It has little arm bones and stuff so you're not sure what to call it. You mother ordered it gone but you're so fascinated by it you just can't clean it up. It's rib cage on its side alone is as TALL as your respiteblock. You've measured its WIDTH at around four of you, for lack of a better measuring device. Its LENGTH in its entirety appears to be 24 of you with your arms spread wide. It's a thing of beauty, it really is.

Let's have a bit of an EXPOSITION on your INTERESTS, hrm? Well, you don't have many. You like walking around your HIVE, HUNTING strictly for sport - killing is deemed off limits by your mother. You guess it's because the lusii might belong to other trolls? Well, you let them go. You love to EXPLORE tombs and caverns nearby, but they're growing rare and in short supply now that you've nearly scouted all of the land around you. There are some UNDERWATER in the destroyed marsh, but that would be PREPOSTEROUS. You're no SEADWELLER.

Your trolltag is accostingAbberation and you tend to get ve?y exc!ted at anyth!ng new to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**Alyss** · 12-10-2011, 11:15 AM

> Be the herbalist.

Hey~ sup~!

Your name is SALVIA DATURA, and the people who are familiar with your previous incarnation know you are, indeed, a pretty chill chick.

Many would describe you as one of the more eccentric members of the Nautical Aristocracy, but you think you just see things more clearly than most of your fishy-faced brethren! Despite your coveted position on the hemospectrum, you refuse to judge or hate a fellow troll based on blood color only! You are fully aware that taking advantage of your gracious fins would make life much, much easier for you (and you need all the help you can get on Alternia), but you take pride in doing what you truly believe in what you think is the "right" thing to do. What really is a shame, though, is that being a non-hemoloyal gets you pegged under the common "pacifist" stereotype, but believe me disembodied voice, you are far from it. Hell, you put the "fist" in pacifist! And by fist you mean shovel.

You usually have a hard time keeping your emotions in check, something that has lead to many a confrontation with you. Anger is... A very bad thing, especially in your case. Sometimes you wonder if your aggressive feelings are an outlet for not culling lowbloods for fun, but then you stop. You almost bashed some asshole's skull in for messing with some brownblooded girl, so, needless to say you have a strong sense of empathy! You felt you were JustifieD in the act of ultraviolence, the guy was being a dick, and that kid couldn't have been any more than five sweeps. You couldn't just have stood there glaring and thinking angry thoughts, could you? In fact, you feel that you inherit some of your motherly instincts from your somewhat over-protective lusus, Divinora. She's an anglerfish about twice your size, and the two of you do almost everything together, to her insistence. You get wary of her sometimes, but you still love her with all your being!

Due to occasional impulsive behavior on your part (you honestly can't help it!), people are often surprised when you display the more thoughtful side of yourself. For as long as you could remember, you've been observant of your surroundings and the people in them; whether you chose to show it or not was a different subject. Sure, you like to joke around, and you may get a little out of control and flip your shit sometimes, but you are well aware of the world you live in, and it's not a nice one.

But enough about you, and more about your interests! As the voice said, you are a proud herbalist! Heh, you don't even think of yourself as a professional herbalist yet, and that's where your aspirations come in. Since you were a little wriggler, you've dreamed of becoming a famed fataliflorist, a team of elite trolls gifted with acute knowledge of Alternian flora. And use it for killing things. They travel across the stars, conquering races with poisonous mushroom spores and something many can never dream of even pronouncing. It's a pretty cool job.

Other than that, you are also an extremely skilled fisherman! Being a seadweller, your diet consists of primarily raw fish, so you have to have taken a liking to the process. You almost always hunt with your lusus. Since she's much larger than you, you hide in her mouth as the two of you go down and eat all the fish you can take. It's actually really fun, once you get past how disturbing looks to literally jump in a gigantic fish's mouth and viciously chow down on whatever it swallows. But you're sure no one ever sees you do this, besides your nautical friends that you bring down with you sometimes. For some reason though, they stop talking to you after you take them. Weird.

Lastly, you've also gotten in the habit of collecting little things from the bottom of you lake. Yes, it sounds silly, but the landdwellers can throw some interesting stuff down there! You even found that nice golden necklace you wear all the time, wrapped around a journal with your symbol on it. You've never gotten to reading it, though. It's sitting in an old shelf, where you keep all the other stuff you find rolling in the deep.

Your trollTag is lucidityIncarnate and you speak~ with~ a~ very~ relaxed~ tone~

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**Flowers** · 12-10-2011, 03:01 PM

> Be the furious guy.

Looks like NOBODY BELIEVES YOU.
Oh sorry, this is your introduction. It’s just that you’re a wee bit ABSOLUTELY LIVID at the moment. It never takes much to set you off and your temper and short ability to withstand BULLSHIT keeps you from making very many FRIENDS. It might be for the best because right now it’s your friends who have PISSED YOU OFF. Never mind that for now, we’ll get to that later.
Your name is ERMIKO ARCAII and you are approximately EIGHT SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You enjoy DOING THINGS. To be more specific, you enjoy such things as READING and POETRY. Such things interest you due to your UNNATURAL OBSESSION with perfect GRAMMAR. That’s one of the other things that keeps you from HAVING FRIENDS. You’re one to go with what you believe, no matter how RUDE you come off to be. You comment on other trolls’ TYPING styles. They call you A PRETENTIOUS ASSHOLE. You call it being INTELLECTUAL. It bothers you not what those IMBECILES think of you. What IS bothering you is the fact that your friend ALIX did not heed to your WARNING.
Getting off topic again. You enjoy reading, yes. You usually read ROMANTIC TRAGEDIES. It’s not the romance part that you’re after but more so the TRAGEDY. You’re a REALIST and hate it when people imagine PERFECT worlds where people can get along and blah, blah, blah. You know BETTER than that. You’re a reasonable troll and if an argument is PERSUASIVE and PLAUSIBLE enough, you can understand and maybe even AGREE with others. However, that’s not likely. This is easily explained by your LACK OF QUADRANTS. That is until just a few SECONDS ago. As you have just acquired a new KISMESIS, Alix. Let the HATEFUL feelings commence.

**Quiskiver** · 12-10-2011, 05:01 PM

Reposting an old character:

>Be the curious artist.

Hello!

Your name is VALERT PENGEL, A young troll of 7.38 solar sweeps. You are of the RED BLOOD lineage, but this doesn't bother you in the least. You have very little care for the hemospectrum, not out of disrespect or anything, it's just that your MUTATION won't allow it. Signified by your odd eyes, you have what yourself has dubbed VISION COLORFOLD, which basically means everything that you see is CONSTANTLY SHIFTING COLORS. For example, something blue one minute is yellow the next. It's like being on sopor slime 24/7, but without the giggles of stoner demeanor. Over the sweeps, you've become accustomed to the psychedelic world around you, only becoming QUEASY every now and then, this partly due to when you're angry or excited, in this heightened emotional state colors change much more rapidly. You believe your mutation had given you some kind of POWER, but you have not discovered what it is...yet.

Personality wise, some may consider you a flat out PUSSY, but you prefer PACIFIST, leaving many a possible kismesis to your weakness, but little to no chance for a matesprit or morail. Maybe the odd austipace though. You're much too KIND, an insult rarely escaping past your lips. But, if you were to ever engage in something violent, you'd employ one of your two weapons, the AXEKIND specibus. The other one isn't much use in heated combat, so you simply use your PENKIND for one of your greatest passions, ART.

Ever since you could remember, you were the little grub using his stubby arms to scribble over everything with a pen or pencil. Gradually, you believe you've become something of an expert SKETCH ARTIST, but it having no possible help for you in the future. So, you sigh and continue drawing and collecting the work in your SKETCH MODUS, awaiting the coming if a drone to cull you.

Of your other interests, one such is FIRE. You love to get a good blaze just roaring and stare at it's mesmerizing flames dance for hours on end. It's not very healthy. Another such is AVOIDING SLEEP. Sure, you know you need a nap now and then, but you find sleeping incredibly pointless and time consuming. Why waste time like that when you could rather be doodling or staring at something on fire? Because of this, your body has adjusted to make you a more NOCTURNAL person, not blinking for days on end and avoiding personal hygiene such as combing your hair. You're pretty sure a few pen set got lost in these locks a couple sweeps back.

Concerning your hive, it's nothing but an OVERSIZED CARDBOARD BOX meant for storing a troll, his lusus, and his art studio. Inside, you'll find a desk with dozens of art supplies covering it, piles of scrap paper littering the floor, making it hard to take a step without sending a mountain of discarded paper tumbling. You'd clean it up, but you can never actually find the time to do so. In one corner is your beloved fireplace, always an ember or so keeping the heat alive. Unfortunately, you've learned from experience that you have to keep this fire not too large, as your home and everything in it is EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE......you're going to have to fix that one day. And taking up an entire wall is the tank of your lusus, a GIANT OCTOPUS easily thrice your size in height and width. It's peculiar for a rustblood like yourself to receive a seadwelling creature, but the love is mutual. He gives the best hugs with tentacles as thick as your head.

Your trolltag is wakerifeInkaper, @nd you type just the v@y you viish.

If you were to ever play Sgrub, you would be known as the SCRIBE OF STRANGE in the LAND OF SKYSCRAPERS AND INK with easily frightened CHAMELEON CONSORTS inhabitating it, and a SHOGGOTH DENIZEN dwelling deep below the surface, sucking the planet dry of it's resources.

Outfits

tldr

**Teslamagnetic Integration** · 12-10-2011, 05:16 PM

=> Be the mystery lost in time

{\Unnecessary. Such trivialties pertainingtoidentification are always...awasteoftime./}

=> Be the wandering horologist

{\Ahyes, a more...accuratemeansofpersonalassupmtion, I...assure./}

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You are now Horone Oblesk, a wandering troll who studies the aspect of time and its relativity towards Alternia and the universe surrounding it.

You have an avid fixation of time and its many forms and spawn, and pride yourself as a self-proclaimed horologist. Be it minutes to days, how time affects organic life, how time can bend and warp, and what consequences that would cause; all of it falls in your "rule of understanding", which none else could possibly understand from their own roots in their own flawed form of reality of time and space.

You love mechanical things of any kind, from the humming and whirring of machinery that's large, to the clicking and clacking of gears that form the ticking and tocking of a clock or watch. It calms you. Soothes you. Keeps you focused on the task at hand, which is meticulously researching and experimenting with various factors towards your profession of choice.

You have a hobby, and a business, of making various time-telling devices. From hourglasses, to clocks, to watches, to sand dials, to obelisks, to stone slabs, to even making small machines that let out an incense that alerts the year, month, week, day, hour, minute, and seconds of the current relativity of the present. All of them are masterful quality, earning you plenty of riches that are immediately spent on more high quality parts and machinery. Seadwellers from all over adore your many intricate, delicate, yet complex and mercurial designs. Your most favored product has to be the Exequias Grandblood Clock, which is a huge clock with a pendulum that uses a vibrating edge powered by the centrifugal force of the swing, and other factors you'd rather not reveal to the public or any aspiring torturists hoping to make a quick themed buck. It is your business, and you get immediately wary of competition, quickly moving back to your hive to conduct a new, more up to date model with more functions than those starry-eyed buffoons could only dream of adding.

As noticeable by blatant pretext, you are an anonymous troll. None but your lusus know your blood color and face. And none but you and your lusus know where exactly your lusus resides. You prefer to stay anonymous because of less worried about persecution, and more that blood colorization and the hemospectrum gets in the way of business from time to time. You have no need of that nonsense, since your buckets are already filled from past times you weren't anonymous. Those days are long gone, and those trolls are long dead. But then again, you couldn't blame yourself for it, no no no! It was obviously a work--no, a trick, by time somehow speeding forward and killing them off! Yes, some type of chronological virus of unknown origin? You work day and night with so much little rest trying to uncover this secret that time holds against you. You will solve it.

You also have an odd fixation with hair. No no, not in that way you perverts. You find hair the only true attractive part of a troll. The face is so easily masked and doesn't take away from figure. The figure itself can easily be fixed to a slimmer and better design. Anyone without even a brain can do it. But the hair--only those of truly delicate yet nimble fingers, proper access of timing skills, and foresight to rival yours can make hair that truly stands out to you. A troll with marvelous hair affects you the same as a troll with a dynamite body would to a normal one. Personality is a secondary issue--that can be corrected. That can be fixed. It can even be tolerated--adapted. Hair is not so simple. Yes, truly, one's hair is the essence of beauty both in themselves, and of their general means of existence. Even better genetics. But you really don't care much about all of that now do you?

While you are one who wanders around selling your devices and also one who stays at home a lot working and studying, you are not without a means of defending yourself, or slaying down crooks, thieves, and muggers. You use a very neat little bladeKind strife specibus; one of your own design. It starts as a simple square rod, with grips that make it easy and comfortable to hold. Then, with the flick of a wrist, the blade extends outward in many segments, before unfolding at the tip to form a shape similar to that of a clock's hand. You dubbed this work of beauty "Rasortemps". It is light weight, but as durable as carbonox. Because it's made of a carbonox alloy, of course! What dolt would dare use a blade like this and not make it one of the most durable allows known to troll kind? An idiot, that's who. You are no idiot. Misguided, perhaps, but definitely no fool.

Your fetch modus is the Time Capsule, where you must put an object in for a specific amount of time, and the time allotted depends on size. Tiny things like gears and small parts take seconds. Medium sized things like clock hands or major gears, or even various fruits, take minutes. Larger pieces, like Rasortemps's size and above would take hours, and the large bits of machinery days, with your masterpieces taking perigees--Your most popular one takes a solid sweep to make and take out. Then again, the Exequias Grandblood Clock is your biggest masterpiece, after all. Seadwellers declare near-wars over them. But their squabbles matter not to you.

You often have many, many people accuse you of having a psychic power, when in truth, you don't. You have spent a good several sweeps honing sense and reflexes to be at the top pique, and have built enough muscle control to be able to do flexible maneuvers that many could never expect to see. Then again, you do have a slight mutation--your skeleton is a little more flexible than normal. Other than that, absolutely nothing cull-worthy. But then, who would cull the great Horone Oblesk, and rid Alternia of their wondrous and genius designs? A dead troll, that's who.

Your trolltag is chronologicalGearspanner, and you {\tend...totarryonquicklyastonotwastetime, though it often...proves difficultforotherstohear./}

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**musecalCaprica** · 12-10-2011, 10:43 PM

(Replace musingFoxtrot with fanicifulMongoose)

>Be the silent lowblood

vB There are many lowbloods all of whom are silent for ?eriods of time.

>Be the curious lowblood

Your name is ANMANI REACOM.

You are 6.5 SWEEPS OLD and your actions are best described as PECULIAR.

You have a few INTERESTS not many are worth mentioning though as your interests boil down to PAINTING which is an ultimately useless skill SEWING which is useful for repairing your shirt after spars with your lusus and OBSERVING. You are a very CURIOUS person and enjoy watching things for patterns in behavior. This is quite helpful when you go HUNTING with your lusus and if you feel that and troll poses a threat to you or your friends. Your psychic ability is very USEFUL in this front allowing you to sense any LIVING being within ROUGHLY 1.5-2 MILES of you although you can only sense their MOVEMENT and have no grasp of SIZE or SHAPE making identifying these DIFFICULT and this power ultimately USELESS.

You live in a SMALL hive in a FIELD of some sort. Your hive is built mostly UNDERGROUND which you find grating because when you were a young wiggler you chose to have it built in a HOLE leaving a small portion of the house visible on the surface. It is a helpful thing for CAMOUFLAGE but really annoying to enter and exit even with what little digging you could do to make it easier. You live with your MONGOOSE LUSUS and go on hunting excursions or have the previously mentioned spars.

In terms of ROMANCE you aren't too adept being very young and newer into the concept. You do however enjoy MOVIES which feature a romantic theme quite a lot. You don't have much in the way of QUADRANTS usually possessing PALE relationships which doesn't really help for whenever time the DRONES may arrive.

When it comes to the HEMOSPECTRUM you aren't that concerned you ABIDE by it but you DON'T take it to an extreme level of HATE or OBSESS over it. You will show higher bloods RESPECT they DEMAND but will give respect to anyone you have observed as DESERVING it as well.

You use the TANGRAM modus which stores the card and does not allow you to access it until you have filled in a tangram translation of the shape with the given pieces. Your weapon of choice is x2FANKIND.

Your trolltag is fancifulMongoose and you vB ty?e in a very sim?le yet curious manner.

**aphoticConniver** · 12-10-2011, 10:47 PM

>Be the gu-
*glub*Oh hey... I can introduce myself you know.*glub*
>I'm the narrator damnit, I'll do the introducing around here.
*glub*Fine, bbe that way..*glub*

Your name is PIZARO FAWKES, and you're CRAZY, not that you'd admit it. Ever since you were a little grub, you've been hearing VOICES narrating your LIFE. As you aged, you learned to TUNE IT OUT mostly, but there are still whispers. Naturally, this has made most of the trolls you meet and talk to consider you a FREAK. This hasn't upset you IN THE SLIGHEST. Nope. Not ONE BIT. Not in 8 WHOLE SWEEPS.

Your lusus, a semiaquatic egg-layer, is a TOTAL LAZY TWIT. Seriously. He never does ANYTHING. At least, you THINK he never does anything. Even so, your fridge stays stocked, so you're happy with the arrangement.

Other than listening to the voices for tidbits of information, you enjoy collecting SHINY GEMS in your explorations down as deep as your seadwelling body will allow you to go. You're not in that great a shape, despite your interests in SWIMMING. Much like your lusus, you're not too agile on land, but in the water, you're very MANEUVERABLE. Besides collecting gems, you enjoy STUDYING BEHAVIOR. Trolls, animals, even plants are not safe from your DISCERNING GAZE, which you hide behind your totally not DUMB SUNGLASSES. You usually write down your observations in your handy water-proof notebook, emblazoned with your SYMBOL.

You aspire to be one of the great CONFESSCUTIONERS, an elite cadre of trolls, whose prophecies spell DOOM for all who oppose them. The fact that nobody has even seen one in eons bothers you little. Not even a LITTLE BIT.

In combat, you wield the SPEARKIND specibus with prowess, using a harpoon to impale your enemies. Sure, you're not the best fighter. But it's enough to survive, right?

Your trolltag is bizzareAquatic and you *glub*Kind of gglubb awkwardly abbout*glub*
If you were in a certain game, you would be the SEER of VOID in the LAND OF SPEAKERS AND STATIC.

**InsanicAsu** · 12-11-2011, 03:57 AM

> Be that one masochist troll.
i'm pretty fuckin' sure there are lots of those, dumbass.
> Okay, fine, be the one with the blood mutation.
fuck you.

Your name is DESKRI MEIANN and you are 9.69 sweeps old, which equates to 21 years on some alien planet that you do not know of. You are anonymous for a slew of reasons, all of which you consider personal, but you’re just gonna have to suck it up and spill the beans.

First, to get the mundane out of the way… you are a freelance artist. Yep. A freelance artist. Believe it or not it works out pretty well for you. You make enough to survive and still pay for more art supplies, so it’s all good in your book. That doesn’t mean that you don’t go hungry every so often… mostly because you can’t cook. Honestly if you tried to make anything other than brownies, it would inevitably blow up in your face. You can’t even boil water. That is how bad you are at cooking.

It’s a good thing you don’t each much anyway. You sort of eat like a 3 sweep old wriggler. Brownies, noodles with cheese stuff on them, chocolates… you absolutely despise fruits and vegetables. God that stuff is awful. You’re not really a fan of meat, either. Cluckbeast is really the only kind you like. Sort of.

ANYWAY. You enjoy sleeping. A lot. You’d sleep all night and day if you could get away with it… you also enjoy singing, but you would never ever tell anyone that ever. You would probably rather be culled than admit to that. You don’t… really like a whole lot. In fact, when asked, you will probably respond that you hate everything and everyone and would rather just be alone.

Yep. Let’s get into that…

It all started a few sweeps back. You had an awesome moirail. THE BEST moirail. She gave the most wonderful advice and kept your temper in check. You also had a matesprit. You were super attached. SUPER ATTACHED. Because its impossible for you to not get super attached to your quadrantmates once you actually have them.

You were probably dropped on your head as a wriggler, so you were completely oblivious to the fact that your matesprit was utterly and completely batshit insane. Eventually you ended up having a fight with your moirail, who dumped your sorry ass because you refused to listen to her awesome advice… but when you ran to your matesprit to go cry about it… she flipped shit at you even mentioning your then ex-moirail and tried to cull you. Apparently she had decided that you were cheating on her with your moirail.

You are a complete coward and ran the fuck away. You are also rather terrified of female trolls now. They can be quite… intimidating when they want to be…
The other thing that makes you want to be alone is… really it’s multiple things. You are completely fucked up. Physically, and well… with the level of stupidity you frequently exhibit, probably mentally as well.

For one, you have a blood mutation that causes your blood to appear purple when you bleed. However when it’s tested, it registers at the very bottom of the hemospectrum. You are naturally a redblood. You do not have gills… you can’t even swim. In fact you are afraid of large bodies of water. And heights. And spiders… and… well… let’s move on.

The other thing is that your nervous system translates pain as pleasure. You are a complete masochist. Because of this you’ve developed an addiction to self harm, even if you vehemently deny it. You know its not “right” to like pain… you often have bouts of self loathing and gorge yourself on pain killers because of this. You’re not sure if your blood mutation is connected to your nervous system issue.

Despite the blood mutation, you do have a power. A rather nifty one, actually. You can manipulate the shadows that are within 2 feet of you, or are attached to you or your shadow in some way. You can do a lot of things with this, but the most notable is that when you get really freaked out and you’re fighting a lost battle, you can literally disappear into one and pop out somewhere else.

Unfortunately you are so weak after that that you usually pass out within a few minutes. Smart move, Des.

Anyway. Between your explosive quadrant shenanigans, blood mutation and nervous system issue, you do not like talking with other people. You pretty much hate everyone. ESPECIALLY trolls that are hemoloyalists. You fucking hate the hemospectrum. HATE IT. You would like to say that you are anonymous because you want to fuck the system…

But it’s really because you know you’ll be culled for being a redblood with a mutation that makes him appear to be a purpleblood. Yeah. You are so not risking THAT confrontation. Unfortunately it’s hard to be anonymous when you’ve got an addiction to cutting yourself.

You are not the brightest crayon in the box, if that hasn’t been made apparent already.

Moving on… your lusus is a giant purrbeast. Yes. A purrbeast. You two get along fairly well, he often gives you rides around since he’s rather big and well… you’re rather small. For a male troll, anyway. Okay, that’s a lie. You’re just small in general. Goddamn growth spurt never coming…

Your fetch modus is set to Pictionary. You just doodle whatever you want and it comes out. Yay.

Your strife specibus is set to bladekind, so you can use just about any blade… except you’re an utter wuss and wouldn’t dare fight someone head on unless you knew for sure you’d win. All hail Deskri, destroyer of wrigglers.

Your trolltag is masochistShadow, and you tend to think that quirks are tedious but so is capitalization, so you just speak in all lower case until you get pissed off. even when you are showing your “true” color.

[I'd like to note that Des is based off of an OC of mine, whose signature traits are his absolute love of purple and shadow manipulation powers... but he can't swim and hates water... and nature in general.]

**Lush** · 12-11-2011, 04:52 AM

> Be the manipulative low-blood.

whaatever. *eyer0ll*

Your name is HARPIA DVORAK, and you are kind of a HUGE BITCH.

Despite being low on the hemospectrum (the lowest on the hemospectrum, actually), you hand out SASS by the gallon, though you are particularly sensitive when talking to lowbloods. You learned from your LUSUS you die if you're weak. Or if you're caught unaware on your way to the bathroom at two o'clock in the morning.

Speaking of your LUSUS...
She is a much HUGER BITCH THAN YOU. She swings between AFFECTIONATE and MURDEROUS, and rather unpredictably. She attacks you often for no reason at all and then disappears into thin air. She seems a bit like AN EAGLE, but you call her a CHICKEN because she can't fly. It's a bit of a sore spot with her. She has ultra sharp TALONS and you have many SCARS all over your face and arms from these spars. You can't get too far in these fights, because she always CHICKENS OUT. Hehehehehe.

And you live in a somewhat underground structure built underneath the roots of a large tree. You don't particularly like to INTERACT WITH OTHER TROLLS, and tend to avoid it when possible.

You have the power of messing with electronics, sometimes unknowingly. You own a husktop and it malfunctions quite a bit, which makes it hard to get anything done, really. You can control it sometimes, but you have to focus, and you find it pretty irritating.

You like to mess around with ROBOTICS and some would say you're pretty good with it. You're not the best with making the parts work, though, because of your so called 'ABILITY'.

Your trolltag is aquilaChrysaetos and ~~ you tend to speaak in a sort of sloww, draawwn out wwaay. You are seven solar sweeps old and your strife specibus is talonkind.

You are also very, very afraid of the dark. You are TERRIFIED if you have to walk around in it, and would prefer to CRAWL IN YOUR RECUPERACOON and leave to your happy dreamland.

**Carouselz** · 12-11-2011, 05:23 AM

===>

Your name is SATIVA ESRARE, and you are 11 SWEEPS OLD.

You are known widely across the galaxy, at such a young age too, because of you are at the head of the SOPOR MONOPOLY. In fact, you're what they call a TYCOON in the sopor industry. They even call you the SOPOR PRINCESS Unfortunatly, sopor only grows under the HOT, BOILING tempuratures of the ALTERNIAN SUN, so despite being an adult troll, you are still stuck on ALTERNIA.

You are highly facinated with LOLITA FASHION. How do you know of this OTHER WORLDLY style? Well, when you were only six sweeps you had a VISION of TRUTH. This vision showed you every FRILL, FRINGE, and BUTTON of lolita fashion, and the LANGUAGE it derives from. You've never turned your back on the style since then.

You are also somewhat of a SUBSTANCE ABUSER. SOPOR, in plant form, is a STIMULANT of sorts that brings ALL SORTS OF COLORS and MIRACLES when smoked. You must however remember to NEVER CONSUME THE SOPOR SLIME. It is HIGHLY TOXIC and ROTS YOUR THINK PAN. Although the plant is COMPLETELY SAFE with no SERIOUS SIDE AFFECTS.

Your strife specibus' include PIPEKIND, BONGKIND, and TORCHKIND.

Your troll tag is incaenioKawaii, and You have HIGH RESPECT for THE TWELVE TROLLS who RESTARTED your society and SAVED YOUR PLANET many, many sweeps ago. Almost THREE HUNDRED sweeps ago. Because of this, you tend to type in a way that is m05t R35P3CT1V3 t0 th3 5av01r5 0f y0ur plan3t y0u f1nd m05t 1nt3r35t1ng, wh1l3 l3tt1ng 3v3ry0n3 kn0w 0f y0ur pr1nc355 5tatu5 83cau53 that 15 ju5t what pr1nc35535 d0.

**supersinger472** · 12-11-2011, 12:21 PM

Originally Posted by supersinger472

You are now VRYHID KOEVET. You are 7 ALTERNIAN SOLAR SWEEPS old making you about 15 in human years. You are also a RUSTBLOOD, making you the lowest of the low on Alternia.

You have a telekinetic psychic power that allows you to move small items incredibly precisely. You can also move large objects for short distances and you can’t lift them. You don’t really try to improve your MIND STRENGTH and instead just use your powers to play piano from across the room.

You have a variety of INTERESTS that you have carefully cultivated all your life. You like to play the PIANO and even wrote a few songs. You enjoy FIRST PERSON video games and reading LARGE THICK BOOKS though you aren’t above reading SMALL THIN BOOKS. You have a high opinion of BASILISKS and think they are the most majestic beasts EVER. You don’t like movies as you think they are dull.

And speaking of basilisks, you live in a sparsely populated jungle with your LUSUS a BASILISK. A fairly original lusus when the majority of trolls you’ve met have had SNAKE ones. You and your lusus do not get along due to her obnoxious method of teaching you to FIGHT, which mainly involves stealing your stuff and making you fight her to get it back. She’s a bit distant when you aren’t fighting and you can’t remember the last time she let you ride on her back or did anything without turning it into a lesson.

In your mind, the HEMOSPECTRUM is very important, being the glue that keeps all of Alternia, and its vastly different personalities, from splitting at the seams. You like to respect all those higher than you, occasionally to the point of BLIND OBEDIANCE. Because you are so low and also because of sweeps of emotional abuse from your lusus you have incredibly LOW SELF ESTEEM, leading to you constantly second guess yourself. You are a bit of a performer and would rather be on stage than talking with someone face to face. You act kind of silly around those you know well, but those trolls are few and far between. You want to fill your QUADRANTS but can’t see why anyone would have FLUSHED or CALIGINOUS feelings for one so LOW.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CROWBARKIND, useful for fighting and opening doors. Your FETCH MODUS is CRATE where an item is put into a wooden crate that you need to PRY open. .

Your trolltag is soloLiterature and you thinK beforE yoU speaK

TLDR

**Blank** · 12-11-2011, 12:40 PM

>Be the self help book aficionado

Negative Thinking (tm) doesn't entail death fnord. Negative Thinking (tm) is death fnord

Your name is DANAUS STEPOD and you are an eight sweeps old troll.

You are constantly HAPPY thanks to the power of POSITIVE THINKING. You know you can over come everything with the right ATTITUDE and seeing the opportunity in every disaster. Power gone out in you HIVESTEM apartment? Opportunity to appreciate a simpler existence. Highblood pushing you around? You're being given the attention you deserve. Not that you think being lower class makes you worthless: every blood color is unique and valuable and special. You certainly wouldn't go anonymous because SECRETS ARE BAD.

You learned this all from your favourite book NINE RECIPES FOR HIGHLY EFFICIENT TROLLS available for only 198 caegars! The book promises to turn even lowbloods into happy highly PRODUCTIVE members of society. But don't just take the blurbs word for it. Two sweeps ago SOMETHING TERRIBLE happened to you that left you alone, miserable, and penniless. Now look at you, watching the money TRICKLE IN from selling other trolls copies of the book and always with a smile on your face! You too can lead this life for only 198 CAEGARS!

When you're not out spreading the MESSAGE you like watch film noir and similar things. You could spend several nights watching your TELESCREEN and not going out (REMAIN INDOORS). Sometimes the ending is a big DOWNER though so you make up happy endings in your head. The good guy catches the bad guy no matter how ambiguous they made who was good and evil. Some might say such revisionism is insulting to the intent of the work but you'd say they are suffering from NEGATIVE THOUGHTS.

This is also why you use HANDCUFFKIND as a weapon. You're lightly built and pretty fast so you're good at slipping though attacks and slapping the cuffs on an attacker. You also use the EVIDENCE modus which leaves ghost imprints of captchaloged items along with information on when and where they were collected. It's too bad you don't EXAMINE the evidence in your captchalog deck too closely anymore.

Your CATERPILLAR lusus has been really bugging you lately about what you get up to and you don't think she has your best interests at heart anymore. She doesn't seem interested in your happiness or SELF ACTUALIZATION, she just wants you to tend to the hydroponic farm that takes up most of your hive. Such hard work for so little gain.

You also have a psychic power to read peoples memories, entering their think pan through eye contact. Starting with recent short term memories, you can sometimes dig deeper into old long term memories. You don't use it often though because you both end up reliving those memories and you never know what horrible memories a stranger might have locked away!

Your trolltag is happilyGuiled and you don't have a quirk fnord because that would limit your ability to Conform To Your Individuality (c) fnord fnord

tl;dr

**musecalCaprica** · 12-11-2011, 04:07 PM

>Be the scornful blue blood

Your name is KOROMA TYKANO.

You are 8.5 SWEEPS OLD and you hate everything.

You have a great many INTERESTS including SURVIVING until you can join the MILITARY and NOT DYING. Alternia is VICIOUS and if you don't FIGHT you die and you quite enjoy LIVING and the associated activities. Aside from this you also have interest in MAKING WEAPONS which easily could be sold off to anyone else in need of some defense. Your favorite thing to do beside those two things you are also interested in becoming a HIGH RANKING officer as your ANCESTOR was for a seadweller's fleet.

You are a BLUE BLOOD and as such you live in a wonderful CASTLE unlike those lowbloods. You share this not so humble abode with your ORYX LUSUS. Though it provided you with protection as a wiggler you CAN'T STAND the thing anymore it's horns are so large they KNOCK everything over all the time. You always have to be mindful of your lusus when putting anything in your hive because your lusus and you often get into fights to ESTABLISH DOMINANCE and many of your things have been crushed in previous matches which you ALWAYS LOSE.

You are very adamant about respecting the HEMOSPECTRUM because it puts you in a high position. You are terrible towards lowbloods although you DON'T like to show RESPECT to anyone higher than you your EGO won't let that happen. You view yourself as the next highest on the spectrum under Her Imperious Condescension of course.

Your ROMANCE is not the strongest. You feel so much HATE any relationship you get turns BLACK rather quick unless they try to kill you or you kill them before that. You do have a MORAIL and a good one at that as well as your ever hateful KISMESIS. Other than that you find romance to be a touchy subject and one you hate dealing with.

You use the METALLURGY MODUS which stores "hot" items until they "cool" which depends on the objects size and your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CUTLASSKIND.

Your trolltag is antagonisticSuperior and you !LOATHE to put emphasis on your HATE! >:A

**Paeperclips** · 12-11-2011, 09:03 PM

>Be the starlight loving "anonymous"-blood.
()o()>> m@ke it quick, 'k? i've got @ close eye on the constell@tion l@cert@ @nd i don't w@nt to lose it!

||

Your name is ASTORA KALTES and...oh dear, your sign has faded.

You are 5 SWEEPS OLD, and your blood is BORDERLINE TEAL. Perhaps it's because of this that your LUSUS is a RABBIT instead of a VIRGIN MOTHER GRUB. You guess your blood just isn't "jade" enough for them. That would also explain your weaker RESISTANCE TO SUNLIGHT. You can take it, but it you burn easily.

As for why you keep your true colors hidden with CUTESY PINK ANONYMITY, apparently you're in a bit of a precarious situation hue-wise. You're too teal to be considered a "true" jadeblood but too "green" for tealbloods. You'd rather avoid the heartache by keeping your blood color to yourself. The only reason you choose pink over gray is because you think the latter is kind of ugly. You've even gone the extra mile and tweaked your shade of pink to appear more "jade" if seen inverted. Although you've never met a troll that can see inverted colors, you'd rather err on the side of caution because those lowbloods can have some pretty interesting abilities.

In the process of dyeing the sign on your favorite DRESS pink, it faded. You have no interest in replacing it. You are seen by so few trolls that it doesn't even matter.

As a wriggler, you found that you had an affinity for the stars. Your WORRIES AND FEARS just seem to wash away when STARGAZING, which is probably one of your more prominent INTERESTS. You own a powerful TELESCOPE which you were unlucky enough to have pointed at a wayward EXPLODING STAR one night, and lost a perfectly good eye to a fucking supernova. Apparently, there really are stars brighter than the Alternian sun. Especially when they're blowing up.

Your PACIFISM means you have to resort to different means to stay on top of things and not get yourself culled on sight. This has shaped you into a THIEF. Your tiny refrigerator needs constant restocking, and living in the middle of a thick FOREST means you're very hard to locate. Thankfully, there are many EASY TARGETS, mostly bluebloods who live in hives so outrageously large that it's easy to simply hijack their food during the day. You'll take this over the alternative of fighting them for their food, because you're just not a fighter and that doesn't even make sense. What kind of tool fights other trolls for food?

As for your LUSUS, she's pretty great. She may not be a mother grub, but you don't need no mother grub when you've got sweet, cuddly ol' RABBITMOM! She taught you the virtues of STEALTH and DECEPTION in preparation for a life of thievery and off-grid living. It was partly due to her influence that you renounced a larger hive more typical of your caste in favor of building a cute TINY HIVE. You don't need all that extra space, especially when you and Rabbitmom and usually huddled together around your HUSKTOP anyway.

Your HERMIT LIFESTYLE means you only have a few FRIENDS, all of which are ONLINE-ONLY. ROMANCE doesn't even cross your mind. You're pretty young for that kind of thing, and even if you weren't you're more of a family person.

You use the SHAPESHIFT modus, a godawful test of patience and luck as your items will transform into different stored items once brought out.

In the event where you're forced to do battle, your strife specibus is RIBBONKIND. You take the ribbon you keep tied to your neck and use it to TIE THE OPPONENT'S HANDS UP, rendering them incapable of battling further. Alternatively, you can use it (and you have) to CHOKE YOUR OPPONENT. It may seem silly, but that ribbon you keep tied to your neck is extremely strong--some kind of musclebeast heartstring or something.

Either way, bloodshed is for the classless.

Your trolltag is starlightSoiree and you ()o()>> insist on @dding deceptively cute @dditions to your sentences.

Tl;dr

**momatoes** · 12-12-2011, 09:59 AM

It's time to take a...

BIG BREAK FOR DEC.5-12 TROLLS*
oh god, that was really stupid, wasn't it

Be the sleep-deprived blogger of irony, NENAKAS FONTIN.
Be the yellowblood STRONG engineer, ABSENS SONITUS.
Be the vulnerable seadwelling sculptress, XELLHA TIBUNO.
Be the troll full of passion and fashion(???), CAMZOT MACTUS.
Be the shyster who's actually kind of rude, KAYAME HELENA.
Be the adventurous explorer, KOCHEN ERKUND.
Be the manipulative dancing assassin, V'KYRIE QUASAL.
Be the seer prone to fits of rage and laughter, VODOPA RAHAVI.
Be the huge, muscular bag of emotions, MIRZAM PISTOS.
Be the advertising space for hire, CERATA ESMAFF.
Be the soulseeker stuck in the middle ages, GALHAD CELLOT.
Be the fiduspawn bully, CORVIN CHATAU.
Be the ………introvert 'pimpmaster' wha……, AUREUS CELLUL.
Be the techno-speedster, RYUNUI TERANU.
Be the voice of the generation radiocoolkid, SOSHIN STARKE.
Be the huntress who's curious about the world, FORTIS BELLUM.
Be the childish rainbow-lover, NARZIN ECKZUK.
Be the anonblood who sells ornaments, SAURIA MISTAL.
Be the insomniac gamer with crazy hair, NEWSWII SNESDS.
Be the master of fear, SEMOCE HOGLAZ.
Be the tealblood filled with ennui, PHAISO CHITEM.
Be the seadwe- absolutely normal troll, ZALTOM VEZATI.
Be the impulsive herbalist who wants peace, SALVIA DATURA.
Be the ABSOLUTELY LIVID indigoblood, ERIMIKO ARCAI.
Be the redblood with vision colorfold, VALERT PENGEL.
Be the masked troll fascinated with time, HORONE OBLESK.
Be the curious orangeblood, ANMANI REACOM.
Be the purpleblood who can hear…narrators, PIZARO FAWKES.
Be the utter masochist, DESKRI MEIANN.
Be the bitchy redblood with a head for robotics, HARPIA DVORAK.
Be the substance abusing lolita, SATIVA ESRARE.
Be the carefully cultivated redblood, VRYHID KOEVET.
Be the self-help reader with positive thinking, DANAUS STEPOD.
Be the blueblood who hates everything, KOROMA TYKANO.

Statistics for the Statistics God
34 trolls by 29 forumers were posted this week!
The award for most trolls posted is a tie between musecalCaprica and Blank.
The average hue is, according to this site, a rather Fun Green. Um.

Hello to new people to the forum! These would be NenakasFontin, joaniedark,Emochick, Kazehane-Rhapsody, monochromeSpectrum, Flowers, and Carouselz. We ran out of free chocolate, so you guys'll have to make do with paper mache.

Aside from that, we also get to greet GG7 and Shaitanist! It's their first time posting a fantroll profile*, and make sure to check their characters out (NESWII SNESDS and ZALTOM VEZATI, respectively).

*I don't have time to comb out other people's posts to check if it's their first time too, so I'll only have to check the actual profile if the person wrote something like "This is my first fantroll!" :<

Thank you for poking around in Trollslum.

**BlindXeno** · 12-12-2011, 01:41 PM

>Be the robo-gal.
≤+H∈⇔R0B0⇔GAL⇔HAS⇔A⇔NAM∈⇔.≥

Your name is ELSIEN HEDRON and you are most likely, TO YOUR KNOWLEDGE, 6 Solar Sweeps. Your blood was formally TEAL and still is. That is, as far as you remember. For all you know you could've been the lowest on the Hemospectrum or even the highest. You just have to hope that your FORMER ASSISTANT had your best interests in mind.
You might be a busted up TIN CAN, but you still have some mad SPUNK left in you. You also happen to be very ENTHUSIASTIC about math. FORMULAS are your best friend.
You aren't so much good with CHEMISTRY though (Your FORMER ASSISTANT always handled that stuff). You SWORE that you would never set hand on that stuff ever AGAIN.

One might be DYING to know about this mysterious FORMER ASSISTANT of yours. But you are very CAGEY about the situation with your FO- former assistant. The point is you don't talk anymore and kind of do your own things. You don't know what he does on his own time but you quite enjoy SOLVING PUZZLES. Logic is like you god-damned matesprite if you were capable of FEELING any sort of FLUSHED RED FEELINGS for something intangible. Or anything at that. You often ponder if you've ever shared any of the sort with another troll. But you ponder a lot of things.

Like you said before you don't feel so hot talking about your situation, but it's left you with a decent amount LOST MEMORIES and a THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE. You want to learn MORE and MORE. If you know EVERYTHING then maybe it will make up for everything you FORGOT. Maybe. You BELIEVE that MATH is going to both help you REMEMBER and FORESEE what will happen before it happens. You're going to be the SMARTEST person alive and everything will be in perfect order ALWAYS.

Your trolltag is sagaciousSoothsayer and you ≤+Y=PICALLY +Y=PE IN A F0RM SUCH AS +HIS.≥

**Nightcastle** · 12-12-2011, 04:13 PM

>Be the weird chick

\that'sch not niche/
\i prefer terrifying chick/

sprite by kattily, thank yoooouuuu

Your name is Armaly Roxina, you are 7 sweeps old, and you are the SICKEST FUCKING DEATH METALWORKER IN THE FUCKING WORLD.

Enough of that crap. You just play GUITAR is all, playing and composing songs of the DEATH METAL genre. Some of your biggest self-proclaimed hits are BROKEN SUFFERING, ALEXANDRIAN DOWNFALL and CARNAGE-THIRSTY BEAST. But no one knows about you or your music, so you're always on the search for a good label to sign with. A lot of the time, no one takes your songs because you're ANONYMOUS. You don't know why trolls disrespect those that choose not to show their blood publicly. It's always PUZZLING to you.

Besides music, you enjoy WALKING. Well, you have to walk for a living, but we'll get to that later. It helps RELIEVE STRESS and is a fun way to STAY ON TOP OF YOUR GAME and fit. You also make jackets and coats like the one you wear now, but as with your music, no one ever buys your creations.

You consider yourself to be a NICE TROLL toward others. However, you enjoy SCARING WIGGLERS. How do you scare them? How about you show us that beautiful mouth of yours?

Yeah, your teeth have been like that ever since you were a WIGGLER. They grew in deformed, jagged and crooked. You don't know why, but it helps for scaring off insolent jerks. It also doesn't help that your HORNS grew into your GUMLINE, but things are just the way they are. You haven't bothered to take care of them, because cleaning those puppies is a BITCH. You also markered in some colors to make trolls think you DRINK BLOOD. Again, helps with the scaring.

Back to the personality. When you were young, your LUSUS got mad at you for staying out too late. WOLFMA went BATBEASTSHIT. She was always a mean and provocative animal, anyway. She tried to HURT YOU, and you got scared and fought back. This only led her to ADDED VIOLENCE, and she ended up wrecking your was-then TOWER HIVE. She gouged out your eyes during this bout, and you only escaped with a few injuries before the place came crashing down. Because of this, you're forced to WALK THE TERRAIN OF ALTERNIA as a NOMAD. It sucks and you can't see where you're going, but you enjoy walking, so no real problem. Nope. After all this, you get angry at the mention of lusii or hives, and become DEPRESSED easily.

Oh, your blood. Your blood is of the INDIGO color. You hide it because you HATE SUBJUGGLATORS, and don't want to be considered part of their stupid PAINTED FACE GANG or whatever by DISCERNING HIGHBLOODS.

Your FETCH MODUS is PAIN, you must DRAW YOUR OWN BLOOD in a certain amount to recieve the item. Being an ANON, this is FUCKING AWFUL. You just carry your things with you, never captchaloguing or removing. Your STRIFE DECK consists of CANEKIND, because, well, you need SOMETHING to walk with. It's pretty fun to hit someone with it and cut them with the sharp end. Effective as well.

If you ever played some kind of Grubs game, you'd be known as the THANE OF SONG in the LAND OF BLOOD AND FEAR, and the consorts of your land would be EASILY-FRIGHTENED BLACK PUPPIES.

Your trolltag is sightdeprivedMassacre, and you \schpeak with closched schentenches and annunchiate your schpeech deformity/

**Tataudu** · 12-12-2011, 09:11 PM

Your name is Nerjad Danill and you are an EXCELLENT HUNTER.

As a Green-Blood, you never really had any special privileges, such as psychic powers or monstrous castles. No, you sit just between those two awesome perks. Though, this never bothered you, because since you were out in the world with your lusus, you've had the ancient scriptures of your ANCESTOR to help you.

On the subject of your LUSUS, though, you live with him in the middle of the forest, because your lusus is sort of like a WALKING TREE. You don't mind living in a forest because there's plenty of WILD GAME to hunt, and you're never bothered by SOCIETY and CIVILISATION.
Your lusus, TREEDAD, has helped you with a lot of things, like finding your ANCESTOR'S TEXTS, and LEARNING TO HUNT. Treedad doesn't need to be fed because he uses PHOTOSYNTHESIS, but you still have to eat, so he taught you to use the terrain to your advantage, climbing trees and setting traps. Now, the WHOLE FOREST is your PLAYTHING.

Oh yeah, and your ANCESTOR. You think your ancestor was a really really cool troll, and in his texts he speaks of ANCIENT DEMONS of which he has slain THOUSANDS. You wish you could be even a portion of how COOL he was.

You have interests other than HUNTING and YOUR ANCESTOR, though hunting is certainly the main one because you are simply just one of the greatest hunters there are.
For example you consider yourself quite the competent ROLEPLAYER, though you don't often FLARP. You prefer to keep things to a purely TEXT-BASED FORMAT, because flarping is HORRIBLY EMBARRASSING.
You roleplay your MIGHTY ANCESTOR as you imagine him.

Your strife specibus is set to BOWKIND, because you HUNT with your BOWS and so it's the obvious choice. You hope one day to also possess BLADEKIND, so that you might wield TWINBLADES like your ANCESTOR once did.

Online you use the Trolltag tornDaymare and you can't Help but cHuckle at tHe end of your sentences. HeH.
When roleplaying you adopt the Trolltag tornNightmare and you tN: The Hunt Begins { Ensure tHat tHose you speak witH know you are simply tHe migHtiest tHere is. }

tl;dr

**DeoDrew** · 12-12-2011, 09:41 PM

((Oh Jeez, i have rp'd for forever but was always too nervous to post on here, WELP HERE GOES NOTHING /holds breath))
>Be the fucking tea-crazed bi-polar writer.
That'''is sadly accurate'''

Sprite by luminousKeytender!
Your name is LEGURN HUIONU, are 8 SWEEPS OLD, and you are REALLY FUCKING OKAY WITH GETTING BEATEN TO A PULP FOR AN ANON, huh?

Anyway, you are a WRITER, as you have got one book out! You spent ALL YOUR TIME when you were LOCKED UP in your HIVE writing it! You were LOCKED UP for so long because of an event that you are not too FOND OF SHARING.
You very much enjoy playing the BASS GUITAR, and the ORCHESTRAL BASS as well! Sometimes you will just go out and PLAY WITH RANDOM PEOPLE because why not? It is fun! You also have modified your bass to also have a GUITAR NECK coming out of it, for Legume. No, not that plant, your other side!
After some pretty FUCKED UP EVENTS, you got this OTHER PERSONALITY you have deemed LEGUME HUIONU. He is...kind of a douche? You don't know, all you DO KNOW is that he SEEMS to want to commic MASS GENOCIDE on ALL THE HIGHBLOODS. Which is pretty funny, seeing how..
Your ACTUAL BLOOD COLOUR is INDIGO, though you always call it Violet, no idea WHY. You are anon because of those STUPID FUCKING SUBJUGULATORS, and because you wish to have your BOOKS liked because of WHAT THEY ARE, not because the WRITER is a HIGHBLOOD. You always say, I,d rather have false hate' than false praise'
You have this really bad habit of STICKING UP FOR PEOPLE that want to BRING YOU HARM. This causes you to have sometimes MARTYR-ESQU qualities. Though you don't help out STANGERS that much. Just GOOD FRIENDS and BAD ENEMIES.
You also have a biiit of a fear of DOCTORS. They are just scary man! What with the needles and the tall hats and all..
Your LUSUS is BEARMOM, and you use UMBRELLAKIND as your strife Specibus.

You Trolltag is theoreticleDepression and you Tend to' just tend to' speak without sound like you are ending your sentence' which some people don,t like'
If you played that game, you would be the Shieldbearer of Truth, and you other self would be the Lonewolf of Deception, and you would travel the world of DESKS AND APOSTROPHES.

tl;dr

**Freedom** · 12-13-2011, 01:03 AM

Your name is Kaalia Seylin. You are 6 and a half sweeps old precisely, and you are tremendously organized.

You are a bit of a CRIME LORD, to be honest. But you are somewhat UNUSUAL, in that you have gotten there without once having to raise a finger in your own defense. Why should you, when you have so many LACKEYS and HENCHMEN to do it for you? It is rather incredible what people will do for you when you have a bit of BLACKMAIL on them. They rarely APPRECIATE having this held over their heads, so you make sure they are well COMPENSATED for their time as well. You are not exactly the SOCIAL type. You do have "friends" of a sort, in that they have remained the most willing do accomplish TASKS for you for the longest period of time.
You have sometimes been told that your TALENTS would be better spent in the traditional manner of oppressing the lower bloods for the benefit of the empire. But as far as you are concerned, those benefits are far better utilized by you.

Your RELATIONSHIPS are all business, you have yet to find either a worthy adversary or one who was worth the time to pity. You are almost constantly holding either a CLIPBOARD or a TABLET, to better coordinate the nefarious activities of your...EMPLOYEES.
Your lusus is a FOX, and is constantly by your side, like a faithful companion should be.
your Trolltag is chaoticChoreographer, and you Open File T: Tend To speak in a very organized manner /close file
if you ever played some sort of game, you would probably attempt to use it to further your own agenda as the SYLPH of DUSK, and would become frustrated with the land of CLUTTER and CLOCKWORK

In short:

**Syvar** · 12-13-2011, 09:47 AM

>Be the pervy periwinkle blooded dude with a stupid buzzy accent.
*Static*Putain de merde.*Static*
>Be the FRENCH pervy periwinkle blooded dude with a stupid buzzy accent and robotic limbs.
*Static*Brule en enfer.*Static*
... What does thet even mean?

Your name is Rewand Gartwa, you are just over 8 sweeps old, and your blood is a sort of borderline between blue and indigo. Periwinkle.

Many seem to think of you as a freak. It might be the fact you grease your hair to one side. Or your habit of cursing in some dead language no one really understands. Or it might be your borderline fetishistic obsession with cybernetics. As one can plainly see, you've replaced many body parts with cybernetic ones.

You like to think of yourself as an artist. Your medium is cybernetics, of course. And you are your own masterpiece. You've swapped out your jaw, your eye, one ear, your legs, an arm, and much of your rib cage. Really, with all the self-operating you do it's a miracle you're alive. Doesn't mean you haven't made mistakes. When you amputated your jaw and tongue, you completely disabled yourself from speaking in a normal fassion. Now a speaker on your chest picks up on your vocal cords vibrating and creates the appropriate sounds. All you get with laughter is static though.

You live in a mansion of a hive, absolutely riddled with previous attempts at robotics and cybernetic implants from when you were younger and couldn't quite figure them out. It fills you with pride to see how far you have come. You think it might have been your lusus that sparked your interest in cybernetics. No, he's not a robot. He's a newt. When you were a young adventurous wriggler, you got yourself into a bad position. I mean, like you were likely going to be eaten. Your lusus charged in and saved your ass, but at the cost of one of it's limbs. After a few weeks, it's arm had regrown. You wanted to be able to do that.

You fight with PrsthticKind, allowing you to punch and kick and bite using your cybernetic implants. The increased strength and inability to feel pain in those areas sure is nifty, isn't it?

Your trollTag is machineArtist and you speak *Static* With an odd buzz and 'ave a zlight accent. *Static*

It's about time I wrote a profile for this bastard.

**FrancaisVanille** · 12-13-2011, 03:12 PM

(First actually built-up-on fantroll!)

==> Be the advantage-taking lusus' boy

I ¢ould hav€ ¥ou ¢ull€d for ₮hi$!

==> Be the opportunity-taking highblood

Mu¢h b€₮₮€r, no?

Your name is YNOMOC RETRAB and boy are you a lusus' boy! Not that you want to be, of course: your lusus, who appears to be a CROWBOAR, a hybrid of a crow and a wild boar, has taken your previously RECKLESS ATTITUDE very badly. As a result, you can barely ever exit your HIVE; when you are allowed to, you are under his CONSTANT WATCH. This has made you INCREDIBLY PARANOID; you can't go a minute without looking behind you. CROWBODAD appears to think that this is better than your old ways, but far too COWARDLY for a troll of your caste.

Speaking of which, you are an ARROGANT PRUDE. With your tad LIGHTER-THAN-INDIGO blood, you are a highblood; and boy to you take advantage of it. You boss around every single lowblood you can find, and have great respect for the hemospectrum - so much that you forbid any LOWBLOOD from even TOUCHING you. Your LUSUS got you into the habit of doing it; after deeming that making you SCARED SHITLESS OF AIR wasn't good for what should be a forceful highblood, he forced you to go outside and find a way to put out your feelings. Your LUSUS is a strange, strange being, and you will never understand his teachings.

Your LUSUS plays a very big part in your life, simply because he wants to GROOM YOU TO BE THE BEST. Simple as that. He won't simply let you be YOURSELF; oh, no! Being YOURSELF would be DISGRACING YOUR BLOOD. Rather, he PUSHES - or, rather, FORCES - you to GROW A PAIR and be your typical highblood. He constantly polishes you up (as seen with that ridiculous hairstyle you have at present) and WILL NOT LEAVE YOU BE. Also, as you can see, your BOTTOM ROW OF TEETH have been filed down. For some reason, your LOWER CANINES grow at an increasingly rapid rate, often poking out of your mouth like tusks. But, alas, CROWBODAD was there to "save the day" once again.

You are destined to become one of the EXIMPOROTEERS, monitors of all the trade that goes on around ALTERNIA, and you're kind of happy about it. Now, people will know that YOU are watching; people will know that they are being MONITORED; people will know how YOU felt. Of course, they'll only be monitored when they're dropping off their goods to be EXPORTED OR IMPORTED, and you'll most likely just be watching inanimate objects, but THAT STILL COUNTS. The EXIMPOROTEERS never had that big part of a role in the war aside from getting weaponry transported throughout the battlefield, but you GREATLY RESPECT their job anyway, as CROWBODAD taught you. The pride you have in your BLOOD and overall HERITAGE seems to be quickly be overtaking your paranoia, which, like CROWBODAD believes, is a GOOD THING.

Your FETCH MODUS is MINUTE-MAKER, which requires you to accurate guess whenever you will need an item. For example, you will say "TEN MINUTES" and store a SWORD into your modus. In EXACTLY TEN MINUTES, the item will EJECT itself from your MODUS, which will require you to be VERY PREPARED.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is luckKind, which has two settings - yoyoKind and coinKind. To get the setting you want (which is obviously yoyoKind) you must play a game of luck with a SIX-SIDED COIN in which you guess what symbol will appear and flip it. You got it from your MOIRAIL as a WRIGGLING DAY PRESENT, and you honestly think it is COMPLETELY STUPID, but you wouldn't break his fragile little heart and not use it. That would just be plain RUDE.

Speaking of your moirail, PHYSOD is one of the absolutely worst friends you have ever made - that is to say, he is your best. You have quite a few friends, actually, but ever since CROWBODAD had enough of your attitude, you haven't really talked to many people. But, rest assured, you are GETTING ON IT.

Your INTERESTS include PHOTOGRAPHY, which you have put to much use lately to assure yourself that THERE IS INDEED SOMETHING OR SOMEONE WATCHING, TRADING, be it a few FIDUSPAWN cards or actual CURRENCY, and finally, ORGANIZING. Organizing is the biggest thing in your life right now - you have arranged EVERYTHING in your hive to be perfectly in order. EVERYTHING. Organizing helps pass time when your lusus refuses to let you out of your hive, and it's become a bit on an obsession that EVERYTHING MUST BE IN ORDER. You've tried NEATLY ORGANIZING your lusus' NEST, but he's pecked, kicked, and rammed you out so many times that you really don't know why you're STILL TRYING.

You are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS OLD, nearing eight, and needless to say, you really just want a BREAK from life.

If you were to play a game of SGRUB, your title would be the SYLPH OF SOUL in the LAND OF MIRRORS AND AURORA.

Your trollTag is constantSupervision and you $p€ak in a mann€r ₮ha₮ i$ fi₮ for a ₮roll of ¥our ¢a$₮€, ¥€$?

TL;DR:

(I do hope I did this right... )

**swampmist1142** · 12-13-2011, 07:47 PM

>Be the pair of Trolls in a single body.

Your name is ANGLIS LIPSNA, but YOU go by LI, and YOU go by AN.

You have a STRANGE CONDITION, where the two of you SHARE A BODY. Only one of you can be ACTIVE at a time, but you TELEPATHICALLY COMMUNICATE with one another. This is TYPICALLY ANNOYING, seeing as you have CLASHING PERSONALITIES.

Speaking of that, you are INCREDIBLY DIFFERENT, with YOU being incredibly DEPRESSIVE, and YOU being very MANIC.

hes so annoying..
well hes the most boring troll ive ever seen!

...Anyways. YOU tend to be INCREDIBLY ANTISOCIAL, hardly ever leaving your RESPITEBLOCK. You pretty much only leave to USE THE CLEANSING BLOCK or GET FOOD. You enjoy READING and WRITING BOOKS, and are INCREDIBLY CREATIVE. You also frequently CARVE CHUNKS OF COAL into depictions of your CHARACTERS.

However, YOU are quite the OPPOSITE, having WILD PARTIES, enganging in EXTREME PARKOUR, and GENERALLY BEING EXCITING and SOCIAL. You enjoy watching ANY AND ALL MOVIES, as long as they're NOT DEPRESSING. You also FREQUENTLY WATCH TELEVISION. You typically don't like READING, because you feel it isn't ACTIVE ENOUGH, however, you have created NUMEROUS FLARP CAMPAIGNS based on your OTHER HALF'S books.

like i said, annoying..
would it kill him to do anything exciting!?

You both have PSIONIC ABILITIES. YOU can control COAL, but you can't MIX TOGETHER COAL that was raised at DIFFERENT TIMES. When you use this to FIGHT, you ENCLOSE YOUR FOE in a COCOON OF COAL, and WAIT FOR THEM TO STARVE. YOU can control FIRE, and use it to SWIFTLY BURN YOUR FOES TO DEATH.

On RARE OCCASIONS, it can occur that BOTH OF YOU ARE IN CONTROL. This allows you to LIGHT COAL AFLAME, STICK IT TOGETHER, and CONTROL IT HOWEVER YOU WISH.

Your HIVE is located in the middle of BARREN PLAINS, with the ORIGINAL BUILDING being quite a bit BIGGER THAN USUAL, because you had MATERIALS FOR BOTH OF YOU. It was built on top of a GIANT NETWORK OF COAL DEPOSITS. The FIRST TIME that you two were BOTH IN CONTROL, you took ALL THE COAL FROM THE GROUND and used it to make a GIGANTIC TOWER with numerous PLATFORMS ON ITS SIDES. The TOWER is inhabited by YOU, and the CATACOMBS formed when the COAL WAS REMOVED is inhabited by YOU.

Your LUSUS are a SYMBIOTIC PAIR. YOU have a GIANT HERMIT CRAB with a shell made of COAL and an incredible amount of INTELLIGENCE. YOU have a strange cross between MOSS and a DRAGON, which lives on the HERMIT CRABS BACK and is VERY AWARE OF HER SURROUNDINGS.

Your FETCH MODUS is the LIBRA MODUS, where your CAPTCHALOGUE DECK is SPLIT IN HALF, and the TWO SIDES must be PERFECTLY BALANCED IN WEIGHT. Otherwise, your Modus FORCES IT TO BE BALANCED. It can be VERY ANNOYING, but it WORKS.

YOUR STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to CARVKNIFKIND, which holds the CARVING KNIVES you use for CARVING COAL. Meanwhile, YOUR STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to BURNKIND. If it's ON FIRE or PRODUCES FIRE, you can use it.

YOUR trollTag is depressiveMinerity, and you speak briefly.. YOUR trollTag is recklessAboundenment, and you speak oftenly and excitedly!

If you were to ever play a game of SGRUB, then YOU would become the TWIN OF LIFE, and YOU would become the TWIN OF BREATH. The LAND that you would dwell in would be the LAND OF ENDLESSNESS, GALES, AND PINES.

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