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

**Mizuni** · 01-03-2012, 12:29 AM

>Be the broken asexual

My, aren’t we being a poor sport?

>Be the songbird with a bitter hate for pity...or love...whatever you call it

I suppose that’s better…

Everyone knows you as JEZAHI DORRAI but that’s not the name you were born with. No, that’s your stage name. Your REAL name is SUNAHT WHYSPE but you don’t give it out anymore. In fact you’ve stabbed people calling you that name. You feel as if that troll is dead and gone and refuse to be her anymore.

You’re 9.71 sweeps old. Yes you are aware you are in danger of being CULLED by the DRONES, and like the broken mess you are, you are LOOKING FORWARD to that day.

You are a SINGER, an ENTERTAINER of sorts, and you’re PRETTY DAMN GOOD at it. Trolls come from MILES around to hear you CROON out songs about HEARTBREAK, FIRST KISSES, TRUE LOVE, PITY and all of that crap. It’s funny because you hate ROMANCE of any sort with a passion, and yet that’s what sells you.

You have your reasons for your hate though. Oh you so have your reasons.

You see, you used to have a MOIRAIL. The BEST OF moirails is what you were. Oh yes. But you see, your moirail was also a freaking MORON and couldn’t see that his matesprite was BATSHIT INSANE. You kept trying to tell him, gently of course, but he never listened to you, and you were becoming increasingly worried about his safety. Then, on that one fateful night, you fought. Words were said, punches were thrown, and the bond was broken. And when the bonds broke, you broke.

You tried to RECOVER. Tried filling your QUADRANTS in attempt to dull the PAIN you felt inside on LYREDADDY’S suggestion. But BETRAYAL after betrayal happened until you could not take it anymore, and attempted to CULL yourself in an attempt to make it all stop.

But you couldn’t even do that RIGHT now could you? Your LUSUS, a LYREBIRD, saved you and took you somewhere to get you fixed. You got the things you destroyed replaced with CYBERNETICS, like most of your left arm, your right hand, and from the hips down.

After that, you STOPPED CARING about PITY. It was USELESS and brought nothing but PAIN. You HATE everyone who openly obsess about QUADRANTS and have even CULLED a few trolls who wouldn’t shut the hell up. You now claim to be ASEXUAL, but really you just are SICK and TIRED of being hurt by other people, but you’re such a bitter ball of hate now you’ll probably never GET OVER IT.

You CHANGED yourself since then, haven’t you? You SANDED down your horns, CUT your HAIR short, and started covering up most of your symbol, enough so it’s hard to tell what it is, but showing enough that people don’t really question it. You changed your handle and dropped your typing quirk in hopes to never be FOUND again. You even CHANGED YOUR VOICE.

Which is another thing. You have the ability to MIMIC other SOUNDS and VOICES, just like your DADDY. For the most part you can speak in your fake voice, but if UPSET, it has a tendency to SLIP back to the TRUE YOU.

When not accosted by love though, you are actually CALM, KIND, and GENEROUS, especially for such a high blood. You’re an INDIGO BLOOD afte rall. However these are just fronts of the troll you USED to be, the troll that is DEAD.

Your fetch modus is set to ditty. You sing a little tune and the item you need pops out, and you sing the ditty to put it back in again.

Your strife specibus is set to SPEARkind, but you double with VOICEkind when the need arises.

Your handle is mechanicalSongbird and you Type properly, with correct punctuation and spelling.

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**Alyss** · 01-03-2012, 12:43 AM

>Be the mortician.

Sure.

Your name is ESQUEL VESPILO, and you see dead people.

No, you're not one of those WEIRD LOWBLOOD PSYCHICS, you're a MORTICIAN. Part of the job. Though, mortician on ALTERNIA doesn't exactly mean the same thing as it would in SOME OTHER UNIVERSE on a WEIRD BLUE MARBLE somewhere. Since trolls don't bury their dead, your job focuses on the AUTOPSY portion. And they aren't for just any UNLUCKY SCHMUCK, oh no. Only people other people GIVE A SHIT ABOUT end up on your table. Such as GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS, HIGH-RANKING "POLICE" OFFICERS, PRODIGY SUBJUGGALATORS, ETC. You find out the CAUSE OF DEATH, and then the INVESTIGATORS take it from there. You've been doing this for SWEEPS, and have learned to take a little PLEASURE in your work, no matter how MORBID that may sound. Whatever, it rakes in a nice amount of CAEGARS, so you definitely won't complain when the BODY BAGS reek.

It isn't the ONLY source of income you have, though.

Your OTHER occupation is ARMS DEALING, and business is ALWAYS BOOMING. ALWAYS. No one can deny TROLLISH NATURE, your race is BLOODTHIRSTY, and what better way to rake in the cash than SELLING THEM THE TOOLS to QUELL SUCH URGES? You sell out of a SHACK in your BACKYARD, said shack is CHOCK FULL OF DEADLY SHIT. You get your inventory from LOOTING ABANDONED HIVES, or sometimes you just STUMBLE UPON STUFF. The last one shouldn't surprise anyone, because trolls. You clean them off and sell them to what ever troll might be interested in GETTING THEIR KILL ON.

Other than POKING AROUND INSIDE OF CORPSES, you also like COLLECTING SUGAR SKULLS. There are QUITE A FEW of them strewn around your RESPITEBLOCK, but no matter how colorful they are, they're really CREEPY to see everywhere. You don't care, you think they look PRETTY COOL. In fact, you think DEATH is pretty cool. Wait, no that's not true. You prefer the CULTURE DEVELOPED AROUND DEATH is cool. Stuff like the TROLL-MEXICAN DAY OF THE DEAD, you mean. Which is cool.

Know what else you think is cool? MONSTER GIRLS AND BOYS. Whoa wait, that was kind of a SECRET, though. You'd DIE if anyone caught a glimpse of the OCTOMAID POSTER you have. Or the SATYR poster. God, you fell MORTIFIED just thinking about it. It's a good thing a GAME doesn't exist that requires someone to LOOK INSIDE OF YOUR HOME.

Speaking of GAMES, you like those, too. Specifically, POINT AND CLICK GAMES. You like the way they implement CRITICAL THINKING and PUZZLES. Food for the brain, mi amigo. You have a couple GAME GRUBS that you like to play when you DON'T HAVE ANYTHING IMPORTANT TO DO. You have to admit, they're pretty fun.

Hey, now let's get on what YOU'RE like. First off, most would describe you as a BORDERLINE SOCIOPATH. This is pretty much true. Your feelings of APATHY for most things is only matched by your UNBELIEVABLE LEVELS OF SNARK. You're like SARCASM ON LEGS. People CANNOT HANDLE YOUR SNAPPY COMEBACKS. It's amazing. Besides that, your RANGE OF EMOTIONS isn't as wide as considered... NORMAL. You rarely go out side of MILDLY AMUSED, INDIFFERENT, ANNOYED, AND BLOODRAGE. Your demeanor is cool, if not CHILLY, and STOIC. You also like to think of yourself as very RESPONSIBLE. If shit needs doing, that shit'll get DONE. It's why you're so reliable for what you do.

Your trollTag is deadLanguages, and some think hanging around all those dead c0rp0ra has messed with your head a little. You mean corpora.

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**tryptomanicPorpoise** · 01-03-2012, 01:37 AM

Be the damaged goods

~~Daddy says not ot talk to ZzZzZz. . .strangers~>

Your name is Nahvul Rychlo and are 8.5 sweeps of age, at least that’s what you think. From what your narwhal lusus has seen you are a friendly and naive troll who has a bit of a narcoleptic problem. Due to an accident, that you still wont tell him about, you are missing a horn and are rather forgetful, though he suspects you don’t remember it either. All you do remember was waking up in a nice white jacket with really long sleeves and cool leather straps. You havent taken it off sense.

~~Have ouy seen zZzZzZ. . .my horn?~>

Shoosh you I’m trying to do an introduction

~~Ok~>

You live in an Igloo with an ice hole for your lusus, the ever lovable narhwal daddy. You live a rather simple life, you searching for your horn with the occasional bad concept of tinkering, while your lusus hunts for food. You have come to call these provided meals

~~♥ NARWHAL KABOBS ♥~>

I told you this is my intro now sit down and be quiet

~~Yes mister narator lady zZzZzZ. . .person~>

You don’t often venture far from your hive, but when you do, you tend to walk along the bottom of the water. Even your lusus finds this odd and has even questioned you about this. You just stare at him blankly before asking if you were underwater. This has led to many discoveries but few have been documented due to your lack of memory.

Your troll tag is tryptomanicPorpoise and you ~~tend to not realize how uyro typing or zZzZzZ. . .even lapses in time though you reven forget your TRUSTY narwhal horn~>

~~Can zZzZzZ. . .I talk now?~>

No we are done

~~Aww but I wanted to say zZzZzZ. . .something~>

Then say something

~~Umm . . . I forgot~>

Uggh

TL;DR:

First troll

**momatoes** · 01-03-2012, 04:50 AM

Say hi to this wheek's Dec. 26-Jan.02 trolls!

Be the unstable engineer, TIRREL HARLUS.
Be the tealblood in it for the science, SENTAK KERCERDAS.
Be the trendy fashionista with a fear of scissors, ELANDA MALOJO.
Be the rebel against oppression, MOUKOU TENSOU.
Be the best at working out, GROTUS GANTER.
Be the ladies' man who can…turn into a horse, MACKOL HORMAN.
Be the limeblood lost in daydreams, ENTARI OROCHI.
Be the cynical bookworm, ORCUS DECUSSUS.
Be the loner cryokinetic, ALSCIA CHIONI.
Be the pervert, RANCUR MAGSAL.
Be the greenblood nut with her own religion, DERNAR CAPIEL.
Be the blueblood who doesn't like being blue, RENWER JEBRAL.
Be the believer in 'holy texts', IOLLAR NAOFFA.
Be the <unfinished profile>, ELRINO LLAMAL.
Be the puzzle-lover who…isn't exactly smart, ERLOTT SIRPIT.
Be the self-loathing programmer, KARMES LEIDEN.
Be the number-loving guitarist, ALLIATTE INNOCIS.
Be the wandering spreader of word, GENIDO PINSOE.
Be the bratty rude orangeblood, CRADIA MERCKE.
Be the explosive chemist obsessed with looks, RILEXA THISEE.
Be the metal-loving sociopath, ROMLUS SKYIEL.
Be the random, KOKORO AREDEZ.
Be the mad scientist, SARSAL KARVAT.
Be the sole source of sanity in this world, KASMAL TIECUS.
Be the travelling salesman, QUARTO KEEGER.
Be the proud, though socially inept troll, TZILLA MORANA.
Be the yellowblood with really yellow blood, XENDER CORVEX.
Be the douchebag subjugglator, LANULL FARCEN.

Here are some nice numbers to go with that.
28 trolls have been posted by 24 people.
The average bloodcolor is a very Fun Green.

Man, look at all these wigglers! New users of the forum, go have a warm welcome.

Aside from that, Milksweet and literaryCreeper made their first trolls -- Alliatte Innocis and Dernar Capiel. Go check them out!

And as usual -- if you have any questions or worries, don't hesitate to PM me or leave a message here. Thankee sai.

**literaryCreep** · 01-03-2012, 09:58 AM

>Be the smug, sassy girl.

Your name is FAOSHA CYMHEL, and you are looking goooooooood.

You won all this sweet stuff from your frequent visits to CASINOS. You just love the adrenaline, the lights, the atmosphere! It's just so fun to know that you've won people's money AND their items. ...You might just be a little bit ADDICTED. Frankly, the real reason you're gambling is becuase you used to steal things compulsively. After the 5000th lucky escape from angry highbloods, you decided that gambling was much more safe. (You still wear that one seadweller's hair tie, though.) You've often stayed at clubs like that late into the day/night, passing out on the ground after a long day of dice rolling and poker facing, and suffering the nightmares that come with a lack of sopor slime.

But you're not crazy! Not at all! I mean it's not like you sewed material to your wall or anything. Or sleep cuddling your poker chips close to your chest. Or- you know what, you're gonna shut up now.

When you're not obtaining other people's things, you like to practice brewing POTIONS. This has always interested you; in fact, you have a whole bookshelf covered in little glass vials of smelly, smoky, brightly coloured liquids. You don't, however, believe in love potions. You've tried that trick on one of your friends a few too many times before, and you definitely can't be doing it wrong! You're pretty sure that ALMOST EVERYTHING ELSE can be achieved with potions though, Love, hate, and luck being the exceptions.

You also have intense VERTIGO and CLAUSTROPHOBIA, and always like to be in large rooms with tall ceilings! BALCONIES are your ENEMY. They terrify you. and I mean TERRIFY you. You can barely go near one. Being scared of heights is so annoying! All you want to do is stand on a balcony in a long dress and smoke, like in all those cool movies. You will, one day, be the most epic seductress ever.

Your trolltag is vegasApothecary and you hav£ all th£ thing$, and boy do you know what to do with th£m!!! -000-
oh, and your potion$ $lip into your typing, a$ w£ll, h£h£! -000-

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**Firebird766** · 01-04-2012, 12:58 AM

Who wants to see a couple of adults?

=> Be the Hardhead
Ahhem.
=> Be the greenblood with delusions of authority.
Ahhem!
=> Be the sub-commander.

Your name is HARRIS RAHOSE, and you would really rather be higher in the rankings.

It is FAR PAST the time for you to have been accepted into a more prestigious position, but unfortunately you seem to be TRAPPED under the authority of someone who just can't seem to be able to DIE or be PROMOTED. Not that you would ever wish the former on a superior officer. That would be entirely against the rules. Still, you're 19 SWEEPS OLD; you should have gotten a PROPER TITLE sweeps ago. Instead, the footsoldiers you herd like cats have saddled you with the nickname HARDHEAD, which is completely improper and the ones that have any SENSE know better than to say it in your presence.

No matter how much you DISLIKE the nickname, it is not entirely inaccurate. You are a very stubborn troll, especially when it comes to RULES. It is easier to talk a wall into falling down than convince you to bend the rules slightly, and it CHAFES that your immediate superior (who you respect very much as is due to her caste and rank and are by no means bitter about) is rather lax about enforcing a few of them. You will just have to enforce them for her. It shouldn't be very hard; you have every line and loophole MEMORIZED and ready to repeat to anyone who violates the letter of the rules.

You had long since ABANDONED most of your interests in favor of working your way up the rankings, but after your realization that you were at a DEAD END career-wise you started picking them up again. You are fond of READING and quiet relaxation, and you especially like MYSTERY NOVELS. It doesn't matter how many times you read them; you still enjoy them just as much as the first time you flipped through the pages. Yes, FLIPPED. You like physical, paper books, not electronic junk. On a similar note, you enjoy learning about HISTORY, especially old historical contraptions that were in use before ELECTRICITY came into common use.

You use TWO strife specibi, dartkind for general fighting and canekind for when your subordinates BREAK THE RULES. The former may seem weak, but you use BIG darts with the assistance of an ATLATL in order to throw them very long distances. The latter specibus has caused more bruised shoulders and broken fingers than you would like. Why do they always insist on pushing LIMITS?

Your trolltag is societalFlame and you rroll yourr 'rr's and somehhow can do the same to 'hh's. Hhow you manage it will forrever be a mysterry

Tl;dr

=> Be the squad leader
Whoo aaree yoouu too maakee deemaands oof mee?
=> Please be the squad leader
Noot peerfeect, buut beetteer.

Your name is ROMEDA CASSIO. You were called WOADLOOM once, but your title was stripped from you when you were demoted.

You were once an INFORMASTER of the highest class. You, along with the rest of your coworkers, controlled the thought and flow of INFORMATION in the Empire. You had a large network of CONNECTIONS and CRONIES you used both to keep your position secure and to keep your rivals from getting too powerful. Unfortunately, it seemed that some of your cronies preferred your strongest RIVAL over you, and together they set up quite a net of documents and forged conversations. In the end you were DISGRACED, cast down, and sent to the LOWEST END of the military. Your rival thought it would be more humiliating than having you culled, and he was right.

You are incredibly BITTER about your demotion and loss of your title. ANGRY might be a better word, actually. It's the cold, simmering type of anger that stays in the back of the mind, though; a hot, burning anger would make you reckless and you can't afford that right now. You have REVENGE to plot, the kind that involves trickery and papers instead of pain and your macekind SPECIBUS, and it will take a very long time to bear fruit. You're pretty high up on the spectrum, so you will live more than LONG ENOUGH. You can take your time with it.

You have to be careful, though. You have to PRETEND that the disgrace has left you broken and listless. You cannot let him think you are a threat in ANY WAY at all or you risk courting death. You might be exaggerating a little bit, but it can't hurt to be cautious in any case. As an extension of this you allow your squad some LIBERTIES with the rules. If it isn't directly related to their ability to PERFORM their job, you let it slide. That greenblood under you will take care of it if the footsoldiers get too sloppy with their VICES.

Sometimes, though, you just want to take by the world by the neck and THROTTLE it. It's like an ITCH that won't leave you be and it's sometimes tempting to take it out on any old passerby. You'd easily get away with it too, being an INDIGOBLOOD commanding lowbloods and the occasional mid. But that would have an UNDESIRABLE outcome, so instead you retreat to your quarters, uncaptchalogue a loom, and WEAVE until your fingers BLEED. Sometimes you amuse yourself by dangling the RESULTS from the greenblood's horns, because why not try to make the stone-faced guy LIGHTEN up a bit?

Your trolltag is hollowGavel and you aaree caareefuul wiith yoouur woords.

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**Teslamagnetic Integration** · 01-04-2012, 12:19 PM

=> Be the psycho bitch

*Giggle~ That's very rude of you~! ~elggiG*

=> Be the tenacious blueblood

*Giggle~ That's much better~!! ~elggiG*

Your name is Riyola Milian, and you are 9.4 sweeps old. You are a blueblood, and take that highly to your namesake. You tend to love the hemospectrum to the point where you will not be afraid or deterred from carving it into an offender's chest if they so even hint disapproval of it. It is the second most important thing you cherish, and you will be damned if some traitorblood decides to go against Her Imperial Highness.

Speaking of which, she is your idol! You love how someone like her takes command by mere presence, not even having to speak with throes and throes of trolls throwing themselves at her mercy and command. At least, that's what the nice television commercial show! And if it's about the Empress, it must be true, since it isn't slander! You wish deep down that you were a seadweller, so you could work below her on her legendary vessel as a receptionist or something. Anything to be close to her!

Your hobbies include wearing anything cute and that has your color on it. You won't wear anything else, no no! Black is still your favorite color, and you wear it below your ensemble proudly. Not quite as proud as you are of your color, and you let it be known by wearing it over the black. Show some priorities! You're not aware of how garish or terrible it looks, because to you it's lovely, and that's what matters! Lovely things.

You also are a colossal sickler for romance. If it's red, it's on your radar. Books, shows, games, radio dramas, plays--You love them all. Because it's love! Love is, to you, the most super important thing in the world, with order just neck to neck behind it! You daydream all the time about love, and will ship virtually everything red that you see-- even inanimate objects! Like how you ship your beloved cleaver with those traitorblood's corpses. It's just too cute! You can't help but ship everyone and everything together, no matter the circumstances! Well, except for one case...

Your matesprit! Your matesprit is the best and most wonderful troll in all of Alternia, yep yep yep! He respects the hemospectrum just as much as you do, and even enjoys the red quadrant more than the others! And he likes black! Oh, how heaven high water over heels you are for him! Though, he was always a sickly and weak troll, often getting sick and being coonridden for weeks on ends. You always worried to the death about him, and was at his side always, fending off any attacks with extreme prejudice.

While you would ship everything with everyone, he is the biggest exception!! No, he doesn't belong to anything or anyone but you. You will be his matesprit, his moirail, his auspitice, and his kismesis if you have to! He is yours, and yours alone! Anyone who says others tends to just disappear for a while, but only for a while, *giggle*! You hate the bitches and skanks who dare even give him the wrong look, platonically of course, and just want to cut them to pieces and squish those eyes so they can never look at your matesprit ever again! You will never let those whores dare corrupt your beloved!

Speaking of which, you tried to console him a long time ago over his loss of his quadrants and lusus, but he was too grieved and flipped out, running away. Oh how you search for him continuously, worried about him constantly! Is it your fault? You think it is. Perhaps you were wearing the wrong thing? Maybe he doesn't like your dress? Maybe he doesn't like your hair? But you love them! But more than him? No! Maybe your fingers are nimble enough. Maybe it's because you can't cook! You should be sure to show your love to him by cutting off all the bad parts of you you can tell he doesn't like! If he keeps running though, perhaps your little heart couldn't stand living anymore! But, if you can't have him, then nobody will! That's why you search longingly for him--You need to bring him back home and drown him with your love!

Your fetch modus isn't important, nor is your lusus. Your lusus, iguanamotherdearest, gave him the eye once. Then she went on vacation, *giggle*! Your strife specibus is a cleaver your matesprit gifted you when you tried to be better at preparing food, and you've kept it with your always, shining it and sharpening it at any chance you get because you won't dare it let wear and tear! No no no! Such thoughts are indecent!

You used to have the trolltag of amoraticSerendipity, and you *Giggle~ Always would show how happy and lovey-dovey you always were!! ~elggiG*

**inkwell** · 01-04-2012, 03:54 PM

==> Be the troll with Opinions.

Hee hee, I'm Just The Troll You Want!

Your name is TREBEL MEZMER.

You are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS in age, and you are a definite ORANGEBLOOD. Because of this, you have a PSYCHIC GIFT, one you are quite proud of. While many other psychic trolls' abilities lay in hearing the spirits of others, your ability centers around BEING HEARD. You have the power to... well, control is the wrong word. You can plant SUGGESTIONS in the minds of others and are pleased to report that it works about fifty percent of the time, give or take some HILARIOUS MISINTERPRETATION by your chosen victims. This may be because said power is VERY WEAK unless accompanied by the NATURALLY-INFLUENCING MODULATIONS of your voice, and even then, it's hit or miss. You aren't worried: you aspire to be a HYPNOTERRORIST, destroying armies simply with the power of your words and without ever once picking up a weapon.

Of course, given your rate of success, a weapon is good to have and to that end you have equipped yourself with PENDULUMKIND. You often use them when attempting to hypnotize someone, but they are also quite useful in causing BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA. Because of this, you only use pendulums made out of EXTREMELY DURABLE MATERIALS. These don't come cheap, meaning that besides your pendulum collection and your OLD DUMPY HUSKTOP you don't have many belongings. This makes getting things out of your VOICE RECOGNITION FETCH MODUS a lot easier than it would otherwise be, since, you know, you usually have nothing to take out.

You are okay with this. You live in a CROWDED COMMUNAL HIVESTEM anyway, so it's not like you have much space at your disposal. Besides, your ANCESTOR didn't have many belongings either, or at least, you don't think she did given what you've been able to piece together about her. The problem with having an ancestor who was CONSTANTLY ON THE MOVE given her status as a FUGITIVE is that she didn't leave many accounts of her exploits. Most of what you know, you know from your HISTORIAN FRIEND that you met ONLINE. You have no idea how he gets such amazingly detailed information, but you eat it up because HOT DAMN your ancestor was COOL. He even got you a really cool present last 12th perigee's eve: the actual original court records from your ancestor's trial, complete with the BLOOD SPLATTER on pages five and six from when she tried to ESCAPE and was gently but firmly BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF. Later, you will use this court document to prototype a kernelsprite before you enter the medium, but you currently have no idea what that means and are oblivious regardless.

What you aren't oblivious to is the HEMOSPECTRUM. You are a lowblood and thus have to make SOME effort to REMEMBER YOUR PLACE. As a lowblood with a power that, while not dangerous yet, could be VERY DANGEROUS later on, you also must make SOME effort to NOT GET THE SHIT CULLED OUT OF YOU. Given that you are a fairly easy-going troll, this is not difficult for you. You think it's cool that your Ancestor was a FUGITIVE that stuck it to the highbloods, but honestly? You're happy where you are. You have a loving LUSUS, know several trolls that you PLATONICALLY PITY, and even have a wonderfully sweet GREENBLOOD MATESPRIT. Sure, it sucks that your orange blood gets you TALKED DOWN TO a lot, but this mostly happens ON THE INTERNET. What's that phrase? 'Sickles and thorns may scratch my horns but words are a seriously stupid thing to get worked up over I mean it's not like there's a knife at your throat or anything grow up you whiny grub'? SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

However, you do have a LOT OF OPINIONS. You are the sort of person who likes to think you know A LOT MORE THAN YOU DO, and will often give your opinions unsolicited if you think they might be HELPFUL. Unfortunately this has gotten you into TROUBLE before, especially when your HELPFUL HINTS are directed towards highbloods. You have learned that instead of telling MISTER GRUMPY BLUEBLOOD that his typing quirk looks stupid, it is better to just VOICE YOUR OPINION TO SOMEONE WHO WON'T BE BOTHERED. Usually, that's your LUSUS. Because of your WEALTH OF OPINIONS, you TALK HER POOR FEATHERED EARS OFF. Given that all she does in response is SQUAWK, you are fairly certain that she doesn't mind. She even has the good graces to never repeat what you say. Good PARROTMOM, best LUSUS.

As you may have gathered, you spend quite a lot of time ONLINE. Because your OLD DUMPY HUSKTOP is one of your only possessions, this actually makes quite a bit of sense. PARROTMOM encourages this, mostly because it keeps you from practicing your HYPNOTIC POWERS on your hivemates (this tends to result in SHENANIGANS, of which she DISAPPROVES). Online shenanigans, though? PERFECTLY FINE, because they are much less likely to result in EXPLOSIONS.

You tend to frequent FORUMS and TROLLIAN CHATROOMS that have to do with ALTERNIAN LAW AND LORE (it was on one of these that you met both your MATESPRIT and your HISTORIAN FRIEND). You used to be the MODERATOR of one such chatroom, but were deposed by an uppity blueblood who didn't like the idea that someone of your blood color was IN CHARGE OF SOMETHING. You got your revenge by writing a nifty little code that AUTOMATICALLY BANS ANYONE TYPING IN HIS HUE OR HIGHER. You are NOT VERY GOOD AT CODING, but you like to do it anyway because all the COOLKIDS do it and it is an EXCELLENT WAY TO EXPRESS YOUR OPINIONS without ACTUALLY VOICING THEM and getting yourself BLUH'd at. Eventually, you will be asked to decipher and rewrite a VERY DIFFERENT SORT OF CODE, and will unknowingly screw up just enough to cause some VERY INTERESTING GLITCHES in a VERY INTERESTING GAME. But that will happen later.

Your trolltag is cyclicalCadence and you speak Very Deliberately and place Emphasis on Big Important Concepts while leaving everything else to rot in the Boring Boring No-Caps Corner. You tend to misuse Big Words because you're sure you're Lugubrious enough to handle them, resulting in some Amusing Misunderstandings.

When you do get to playing that VERY INTERESTING GAME, your title will be the Thief of Voice, and you will inhabit the land of Crystal and Rhythm. Your consorts will be large yellow dragonflies and your denizen will be Siren.

**Pootporri** · 01-04-2012, 04:20 PM

>Be the lazy fuck.

as rude as the previouos derogatory statement that one has –abe–ed with me with is, i'm not inc–ined to disagree entire–y.

Your name is OLAIVE SWISSE, and you truly are a LAZY FUCK. You're 8 sweeps old, have LIME-COLORED blood, and you think that the best in life is achieved by staying exactly where you are. You hate roses, and you hate smelling them. Infact, you hate nature entirely. You can't even begin to explain how many parasitic fungii you've had to clean out of your bathroom the last few sweeps, and you hear that nature is chock full of them.

Before you got off-track, you did mention something about your blood. It's LIME-COLORED, for starts, and you're perfectly content with your place on the hemospectrum. You wouldn't change a thing. You might change how people react to it, and the fact that everyone above you is governmentally better than you, and the fact that you can't breathe underwater, and that you can't go for a swim (not that you would) without a seadweller trying to take a jab at you with his point little trident, but you are perfectly content with your bloodcolor. When someone comes up to you with blood-color elitism, you try to ignore them. If it really comes down to it though, you'll probably just do whatever is expected of you. Trying to fight about things makes you sore.

Your view on life does arise as a little bit of a problem when it comes to QUADRANTS, though. You'd definitely much rather stay in your house than hunt for quadrants. You have a firm belief that if there is some sort of 'true love' out there for you, then they'll come to you, not you to them. If there is some sort of 'true love' out there for you, then they'll have to be perfectly content with your unwillingness to move. There are plenty of options! Like the occasional burglar, the pizza-delivery guy/gal, and the stray troll who gets lost in the woods. Maybe.

If you do happen to make it to fleet-age with your two most important quadrants, and you don't get brutally murdered by the drone for some odd reason, then you think you'll want to be one of the POMMERUFFIANS, who are renowned for their blunt-force wallopings against the enemies. In all honesty, you'd really rather not have to wallop on people, but you don't think the fleet allows for DOOR-MAKERS or DUMPSTER-DIVERS, no matter how talented they are.

Which brings you to your next point. Your HOBBIES. You like to make DOORS, and therefore, your hive is littered with them. As much as you'd rather not, you usually sell them to make sure you have enough caegars to get by. You also DUMPSTER-DIVE, which means that you have quite a few trinkets laying around your hive, and you have to buy extra-powerful laundry detergent. As a lot of trolls do, you also like playing VIDEO GAMES, as an exciting and action-packed dunebuggy chase isn't quite as exciting when you're having it in real life. Or so you've heard. A few of your other more boring hobbies include SITTING, SLEEPING, and READING THE NEWSPAPER.

Which, as a followup 2x combo, leads you to your COLLECTS. You adorn your walls with CLIPPINGS from the local newspapers that you took a liking to, whether they be funny or tragic. You have an accumulation of small stools to comfy armchairs for sitting in, as well as a room full of DOORS, ready to be shipped off to the next paying consumer, and obviously, TRINKETS. Some of which have an awful stench to them, from sitting in a dumpster for so long. If it ends up coming to it, you sell your trinkets as well, as selling doors doesn't quite make too much money.

Breaking your followup, your lusus is a KOALA, who's the size of a TROLL. Other than his size and being pitch-white, there's nothing un-koala-like about your lusus.. You have a rather good relationship with him, and when he's not hanging on the branches that jut through your hive, he's usually hanging around you. Parse for the rare occasion you leave your hive for groceries or the fabled 'trip out', he stays in.

Speaking of things you don't do/use a lot, your strife specibus is BOLAKIND. Which is to say, two balls on a rope. It's not that bad of a specibus, which is not to imply you use it a lot. You do practice with it quite a bit, happen you do have a dire need to use it. As stated before, you dislike fighting. It takes quite a bit to get you to fight. Infact, you're more prone to taking a few punches before throwing one of your own, or running. You can't really imagine a situation where you would willingly fight.

Your MODUS is STAGNATE. The longer you don't do something, the faster the timer goes down for you to retrieve an item from your specibus. It's not exactly the best modus when you're in a hurry.

Your trolltag is dustbinBelittler, and contrary to popu–ar be–ief on how one wouo–d think youo'd act, youo tend to avoid terseness and use e–oquent wording whenever possib–e. youo've got to –et a –itt–e of youor energy ouot somehow.

**Fexxos Vyront** · 01-05-2012, 06:03 AM

A profile for my newest troll. I'll throw up my second newest later today.
==> Be the snarky, delusional tea bitch.
@~ Excuse me! I am none such thing!
==> Be the snarky, delusional tea LADY.
@~ Would you like to find just how badly an iron tea pot hurts?
==> Fiiiiine...
==> Be the tea drinker.

@~ That's much better.
Your name is Aillis Lydera and as we can see, you are a blueblood. You are approximately 7 Sweeps old, and before we forget: You're not quite right.

You survived a brutal fire in your own hive by barely escaping. It is believed that the flare up started when an oil lamp you'd left in the library got knocked over by a stray purrbeast that snuck in and back out the window. Mother Raven, your lusus, did not escape the blaze. Racked with guilt, you fell to your own hysteria and the dreamworld that you treasured in your wrigglerhood, a perfect, healthy blend of fair play, moonlight and talking flowers, and typical troll violence, became completely shattered, along with your sanity. For about 4 sweeps and 16 perigees, you spoke to no one, lingering halfway between this twisted fantasy and reality, spouting nonsense and walking around in daze, eating only when you had to. You remember nothing really of what you did in this long period of time, but you do remember that all the while you were fixing things in your dreamland, you were slowly recovering your sanity. Eventually you fixed things enough to snap mostly back to reality and have been living MOSTLY normal ever since.

Since you recovered, you have occasionally drifted in and out of your dream world. Because of this, you sometimes encounter elements of this world in reality, shortly before falling back into the dream land. Once there, the various denizens of your mind request help from you fixing shattered parts of your sanity. Of course, once one thing is fixed another breaks, because you never address the fire.

You have started a tea selling business, since that, along with your obsession with the Troll Victorian Era, is really your only hobby. Making tea is decent, and it helps pay the bills your Blue Blood fortune doesn't.

Your Fetch Modus is set to Eat Me/Drink Me. Depending on what you want, your modus gives you a sweet or a bottle of liquid. In order to get things out, you have to consume the provided... consumable. As for your strife specibus, you use toykind, in which you have stored many sharpened jacks and a jack-in-the-box that's supposed to spit fire, but more often than not melts in the process of trying. Infernal plastic. As a backup you have teapotkind and pepperkind, in which you have stuffed a large metal teapot and a pepper grinder full of... well... Pepper!

Despite your VERY old-fashioned tendancies, you do have a husktop with Trollian on it. Your trolltag is deludedWonder and you @~ start off the topic with a nice, steaming cup of tea. Were you to ever even dare to play a game, you would be the Maid of Mind in the Land of Fungus and Teeth. You would dream on Prospit.

**Majora787** · 01-05-2012, 07:27 PM

Oh gog, it begins. I won't do this again I promise. :3

======> Be the SHOUTING FISHFACE

. . .

======> Er... Be the JUNIOR HUNTRESS

======> Be the CHILL PYROMANIAC

======> Be the QUIET ASSASSIN

======> Be the MEDITATIVE COWARD

======> Be the IRONIC BADASS

======> Be the QUIRKY GIRL

======> Be the VIOLENT JACKASS

(o)) Grrr...

======> Be the ROGUE HIGHBLOOD

**Blizz98** · 01-06-2012, 12:35 AM

Be the Ninja troll

i dunno if i qualify as a 'ninja' not being from troll japan and all

Alright, fine, be the Stealthy Cooldude

i AM pretty cool

You are Leonel Varjas, you are around 6 sweeps old.

Your interests, are in NINJAS from the far away land of TROLL JAPAN, though you don't kid yourself, you ain't no ninja, you ain't Troll Japanese. Related to this is an interest in NINJA WEAPONRY, You simply cannot believe how many SWORDS and NUNCHAKUS you had, along with others. Among your other interests are SPYING and THEFT, though mostly on and against GIRLS and your small group of Friends. Why Girls, because you fashion yourself a CASANOVA, in the COOLDUDE sort of way, but really your more of an OBNOXIOUS PERV when it comes to them, breaking in and stealing their LACY UNDERGARMENTS, and planting MICROCAMERAS.

Aside from that you are rather ADVENTUROUS, it simply doesn't behoove you to stay put. Hell that adventurousness might have saved your life, but more on that later. You are fairly intersted in FLARP, and pride yourself on being one of the TOP FLARPERS on Alternia. Or were, rather, you gave it up after a fateful encounter with the legendary SCOURGE SISTERS, and after meeting them in person count yourself lucky that you survived, your partner was less lucky, but he was of no consequence.

Your hive is, or rather was, more on that later, a relatively simple home in the country, well suited for the Brown or Redblood you pretended to be to avoid suspicion. Now as for why you merely PRETENDED to be a Red or Brownblood, is because you're a MUTANT, your blood is BLACK, what this exactly means is very unknown to you, save one obvious point, the fact that it makes you SLATED FOR IMMEDIATE CULLING. Your Hive was, roughly half a solar sweep ago, OBLITERATED FROM ABOVE, in a NEEDLESSLY DESTRUCTIVE attempt at culling you that would have likely succeeded had you actually been there at the time. Your LUSUS, unfortunately, was, and died, much EMOTIONAL WEEPING was had. You are thus, now a FUGITIVE.

Prior to his UNTIMELY, and HIGHLY SADDENING, death, your Lusus was your Sworn protector as is the norm. You muse that it was likely your mysterious and RUTHLESSLY EFFECIENT KILLING MACHINE of a Lusus, was what kept you safe from the earlier culling attempts. As for what he was.. you're not certain, as you never saw any others of his breed, though if he was any indication, they are all SHADOWY LONERS, who like DISSAPEARING at random intervals, only to show up randomly to TEST, you. And by TEST, you mean RUTHLESSLY AGGRESS YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, which eventually required you to acquire some NINJA COMBAT SKILLS, in order to defend yourself, apparantly earning his respect as he bothered you this way much less afterward.

Anyway you utilize the ROULLETTE FETCH MODUS, which you considered a good choice at first due to how easy it was to weaponise. See, it had two modes, CASINO and RUSSIAN, whatever a RUSSIA is. In the latter, you simply point and fire the REVOLVER CAPTCHALAUNCHER, sending an object in your SYLADEX to your target, usually to great affect, but as it is COMPLETELY RANDOM, you could end up launching something completely HARMLESS, at a target instead, which you circumvent by not putting anything in there that couldn't harm someone at the appropriate velocity. CASINO MODE, turns it into a perfectly ordinary harmless ROULLETTE WHEEL, which you spin to get the item you want, it is also COMPLETELY RANDOM, which is why you consider this modus a regretful choice.

You wield the BLADEKIND strife speciby, in order to emulate the styles of fighting of both your BLADED and DEADLY lusus, and TROLL JAPANESE NINJAS, mostly the latter, as they are simply too cool. You used to hold onto assorted other STRIFE SPECIBI, but they were all lost when your Hive was destroyed.

Though you generally keep RADIO SILENCE to avoid being discovered, you still have Trollian, your Trollhandle is shadowsInsurgent, and you tend to speak in short lines using small words and no punctuation to write quickly though you have some exceptions

**PriffyViole** · 01-06-2012, 04:57 PM

Originally Posted by Roxy

(@scintillatingMoniker, sorry about replying just now)
There are indeed lowblooded seadwellers, however, they are extremely rare in population, and are very timid towards highbloods. They usually live towards the dark sea bottom, rather than the land. This topic has been brought to AH before, and he replied that Feferi, Eridan, and their ancestors only happen to be purple/pink/lavenderbloods. Just because they are the only seadwellers in the comic does not mean that all seadwellers are highblooded. They are just the only ones mentioned in the comic.

This was posted by someone else in thread eight. Reposting it here because most of you would probably miss it otherwise.

**Quirk** · 01-06-2012, 07:46 PM

Hullo hullo trollslum. Got a bit of an announcement for anyone who wants to try something a bit different with their fantrolls. Without further ado, I present to you...

The Enchiridion Alternia. (First link to thread, download link here.)

The Enchiridion is basically seventy pages of AU headcanon from me and some other contributors on the subject of trolls. Everything about trolls: bio, culture, history, loads of stuff. It's a pretty far reach from canon, but that is sort of the point, I guess. It's a lot bigger scale than the comic, more wiggle room for variation, some odds and ends there. If the idea of making an adult fantroll who grew up on some forgotten colony world tickles your fancy, or perhaps the lives of grey caste pariahs, or even writing about troll religion, this would be the place to go.

Anyway, the Enchiridion is pretty much done as it stands, so I'm opening it up for everyone to use for fanfics/fantrolls/roleplay etc. If you like what you see and want to use it, feel free to send me a PM: I'd love to see what you do with it.

**Destruction Dragon 360** · 01-06-2012, 08:21 PM

> Be the Purpleblood
Oh fuck you you insufferable omniscient nookstain.
> Be the HATEFUL, MURDEROUS JACKASS MUTANT BLACKBLOODED DOGTROLL WHO'S IN DENIAL
...that's better.

You are now Hardes Skylia, and you are perfectly content being the black-blooded mutant that you are.

...At least, that's what you want people to think. You are actually an indigo blood and are very violent and aggressive towards others. You hate the hemospectrum system regardless of the fact that you are technically at the top of the landdwellers. You actually hate it out of compassion for your fellow troll, but everybody also annoys the hell out of you and you hate them all for being a bunch of assholes, your a fucking walking contradiction and god dammit you need to hit somebody right about now. You also hate it because you think its stupid to define people's classes by their blood. You also hate the behavior of some of your fellow highbloods, especially subjugglators and those clown cultists. Keep your gog damned honks to yourselves you self-righteous assholes.

You opted to sew a BLACK SPADE onto your BLACK SHIRT because you refused to show off any kind of symbol and prefer to be recognized by your hatred. You did so because you ABSOLUTELY HATE EVERYTHING. You are THE MOST HATEFUL TROLL on Alternia, and that is REALLY SAYING SOMETHING. You are an EXTREME MISANTHROPE and have decreed a KISMESITUDE on ALL TROLL KIND. You have ONLY ONE FRIEND and SOME ACQUAINTANCES that you can tolerate having a conversation with without breaking your DOGTOP COMPUTER out of SHEER HATE-INDUCED FURY.

As far as appearance goes, your sense of personal taste in fashion borders on the NONEXISTENT. Your hair is WILDLY UNKEMPT and you like it that way. You stick to wearing a PLAIN and SERVICEABLE BLACK TEE SHIRT, with the aforementioned BLACK SPADE sewn on. You prefer to wear a pair of RAGGED SWEATPANTS because you like the look. You also tend to tear pants along the cuff in FIGHTS with your LUSUS.

On the topic of your LUSUS, your LUSUS is a MUTANT BREED of HOUNDBEAST, and he sports a whopping THREE HEADS and CANDY RED BLOOD. It's possible that your disdain for a blood-based caste system that doesn't include your fucking DogDad could be another tack for why you hate it so much. His species have been found few and far in between on Alternia, having first been recorded in the time of your ANCESTOR, a troll YOU DO NOT YET KNOW THE EXISTENCE OF. You refer to your LUSUS by the name NATROLLEON BONABARK after FAMOUS EMPEROR NATOLIAN BONABART, who was outspokenly against the hemospectrum despite not doing anything to aid the issue. You happen to sport a RUBY RED SET OF CLAWS on your FEET that match the one's on your LUSUS, and they tear through the fronts of all your shoes.

As you have a rather ROWDY and UNMANAGEABLE LUSUS, you've allocated your STRIFE SPECIBUS BATKIND, as you had to learn as a little grub that only SEVERE DRUBBINGS upon NATROLLEON's THREE HEADS by something resembling a BLUNT INSTRUMENT could soothe him. Similar to CLUBKIND, you currently wield the HIVERUN BAT, a SOLID TITANIUM BAT you acquired on your various FLARP expeditions. You live by this simple code; A problem you can't solve by beating the shit out of it is a problem you'd rather not have at all.

You TRULY ENJOY ROLE-PLAY and use it as a RATHER VIOLENT OUTLET for your UNENDING HATRED. You participate in smaller single player Role-playing games at your HIVE constantly, and your RESPITEBLOCK is littered with CHARACTER SHEETS, dollsROLE PLAYING FIGURINES, GAME BOARDS, and ALL MANNER of such MISCELLANEOUS CRAP. Your an avid FLARPER, combining forces with your RATHER NERDY FRIEND/AUSPISTICE between you and the UNLUCKY SOULS caught FLARPING with you. Together with him you formed the SPADED DUO, coined by yours truly, and have held countless FLARPing campaigns. You SERIOUSLY NEED TO FIND A MOIRAIL, but he's THE BEST YOU'VE GOT as he's the only person you don't entirely HATE. You've MURDERED many fellow trolls on FLARP campaigns as you IMMEDIATELY FLY TOWARD DUELS WITH OTHERS, and any Flarper caught in your path has been left both PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY SCARRED, MAIMED, HORRIBLY MAIMED, or DEAD, more often than not the latter options. Your RATHER NERDY FRIEND knows that your blood purple, as your OVERLY VIOLENT TENDENCIES vouch as much.

Your Fetch Modus happens to be the RAEG MODUS, which you can only access by SHOUTING at your SYLLADEX at the TOP OF YOUR LUNGS, which then measures your RAEG and dispenses the ITEM you asked for with VARYING DEGREES OF ACCURACY AND VELOCITY based on whether or not your RAEG is sufficient. You generally don't use your DOGTOP COMPUTER to communicate with anyone but your ONE FRIEND, but if it means jack shit your Trollhandle is loathesomeCanine and you 'ype in bl''k to hide your blood 'nd omit 'er''in le''ers for no p'r'i'ul'r re'son, though you speak like any normal dipshit.

In you SBURB SESSION, you are the Knight of Hate in the Land of Clouds and Death, ruled by Hades.

**DreaminLemur** · 01-06-2012, 08:22 PM

….*sniffle*

(this is a temporary sprite)

Your name is Marimo Dulcii.

You are a very small, childish troll. However, your size is only one thing in a long line of oddities that make you somewhat of an enigma to your friends.

Your nose is always inflamed and stuffy and your feet and hands are swollen from ALLERGIES. You live in the center of huge flower fields on the rural plains of Alternia, which you are ALLERGIC TO. In fact, you tend to be allergic to just about EVERYTHING THAT GROWS. This affliction torments you constantly, and even you are disgusted by the orange snot and inability to go five minutes without a nose-wiping. From long long years of raw nostrils and inability to breathe, you have come to deeply hate plants—although you still handle them on a daily basis. People just don’t understand your grumpy insistence on remaining close to the greens that cause you such suffering. Your interests involve gardening, cooking, bitching at your friends, riding your lusus, and making herbal concoctions only to end up nursing INFLAMED SINUSES afterwards.

Your existence is akin to anons, but without the anonymity. You have maintained your stoic unreadable aura for as long as you can remember, and are loath to break your poker face. This is most likely a product from the legacy of your Ancestor’s MANGRIT. A well maintained bored expression squats comfortably on your admittedly cute face, and you are often told that you are incredibly hard to fathom. Especially when considering your WARDROBE. Great scott, you love your clothes.

Annoying people is your pride and joy, and go to great lengths to do so. Much like a prop comedian, you deck yourself out in articles of clothing that are hideously repugnant. Rainbow suspenders. Short-shorts. Neon yellow bowling hat. Thigh-high rainbow socks. As of now, your irritating wardrobe is a work-in-progress. Your attire doesn’t even compare to the crowning glory—your shoes. You wear what are possibly the UGLIEST SHOES EVER SPAWNED, but they are comfy and everyone can go ahead and suck a gaseous plume out of your backside as far as you are concerned.

You harp on your friends for pointless things and go out of your way to spite them, mostly because your home is isolated and you are always lonely and MIND NUMBINGLY BORED. You would never admit how much you care for your friends, and live in a state of well concealed DENIAL about many things. Your blood is orange, but strangely you have no powers (or they are so slight they go unnoticed.)

You are completely self-taught because your lusus is a miracle of stupidity. OMEGA DEER, also known as DEER DAD, is a gigantic deer. Duh. However, DeerDad is gigantic enough to provide a decent snack for Feferi’s lusus… and catastrophically stupid. Your lusus is a sway-backed, cross-eyed, mentally absent, spavined joke of a lusus. DeerDad is devastatingly dangerous, having killed nearly all of your friends on a routine basis.

Your trolltag is VirosusDulcisflorae and you teenb to sbeek wif a stuffy nosee, and take bains to combee up wif feeisty shockinb thinbs to say.

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Symbol: Cyrillic capital letter Omega (yes, you are aware it looks like a pair of breasts painted on your chest.)
Age: 8.5 sweeps
Strife Portfolio: Croc-kind
Blood Color: Orange "#ff6600"
Fetch Modus: Tissue box kind
Power: Unknown.
Lusus: deer-dad
World: Land of Large Flowers and Plains (later to become Land of Large Fires and Pyronics) LOLFAP
Title: Butler of Heart
Dreamself: Derse

**llamamiah** · 01-06-2012, 08:27 PM

>Be the punk rocker Lowblooded Seadweller.

Your name is DJOVCA RAIBAR.

You are one of the very few LOWBLOODED SEADWELLERS. Because of this, you live DEEP IN THE OCEAN with your DOUBLE-GLOWLURE PREDATORY SEABEAST. DOUBLE-ANGLERMOM might be SMALL, but she's taken down MIGHTY BEASTS TO PROTECT YOU using only her TEETH, LURES, and CUNNING.

You are very TIMID around HIGHBLOODS, and try to AVOID them at all costs. When you ENCOUNTER them, you become INCREDIBLY SUBMISSIVE, and let them WALK ALL OVER YOU. This is drastically different from your attitude towards your fellow LOWBLOODS, which is LOUD and ROCKIN'.

You enjoy listening to PUNK ROCK music, and are a big fan of the PAIL RIFLES, who are the ORIGINAL PUNK ROCKERS. You also like SKA PUNK, and frequently listen to REEL BIG SEABEATS. You listen to all that on your WATERPROOFED GRUBPOD.

You have the PSYCHIC ABILITY, with that being that you can make the ENDS OF YOUR HORNS emit a BRIGHT LIGHT. You use this to navigate the parts of the ocean that are hard for even YOU to see in. It also allows you to CATCH SMALL SEABEASTS, which you eat for SNACKS.

Your FETCH MODUS is the 2-3 TREE MODUS. All of the NODES in the tree have either ONE OR TWO CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS in them. If it has ONE, then it and its BRANCHES function the same as a NORMAL TREE. However, a node with TWO CARDS has THREE BRANCHES, the first LESS THAN THE FIRST CARD, the SECOND GREATER THAN OR EQUAL to the FIRST CARD and LESS THAN THE SECOND CARD, and the third GREATER THAN OR EQUAL TO the SECOND CARD. You have enabled a function where you can INSTRUCT the modus to put two cards in a NODE, otherwise, it remains NORMAL.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to GAUNTLETKIND, which holds some BRONZE GANTLETS that you use to SUBDUE the bigger creatures out there. You also have a SELDOM-USED SECOND SPECIBUS, which is allocated to PADDLEKIND. It has some CANOE, KAYAK, and BOAT OARS, and a few PING PONG PADDLES. Ther's also a weird CEREMONIAL DANCE PADDLE, which has "RAPA NUI" carved into it. You don't really know where you got it.

On TROLLIAN, your trollTag is righteousUppercut, )* And you uppercuT Your sentences, anD Have a biT Of a weirD Capitalization method, y'knoW? *(

If you were to play a certain GAME, you would become the VIZIER OF DYE, and take your place in the LAND OF DEPTHS AND GRAFFITI.

Details:

Name: Djovca Raibar
Trolltag: righteousUppercut
Blood color: Orange (#A66600) Hue 37, Seadweller
Gender: Female
Age: 7.85 Sweeps (17 Years)

Miscellaneous details:
-Typing Quirk: )* Starts and endS With uppercuts, startS With a capitaL Letter and theN The last letteR Of the thirD Word, then startS It all oveR. *(
-Lusus: Anglerfish with too lures, the front one much smaller.
-Strife Specibi: gauntletKind, paddleKind
-Fetch Modus: 2-3 Tree
-Quadrant Partners: [Presently Unknown]
-Abilities: N/A

Sburb details:
-Title: Vizier of Dye
-Land: Land of Depths and Graffiti
-Dreamself Planet: Prospit
-Denizen: Onocentaur (Mythological Donkey-Man Hybrid)
-Consorts: White Moths that like to Paint, Both Buildings and Themselves, And say "BUZZ-FLUT BUZZ-FLUT"
-Quest: Direct the Colors
-Sprite: Pail Rifles CD, Dead Lusus (Both Pre-Entry)
-Cruxite Artifact: Spray Paint Can
-Associated Item: Pearl
-Associated Element: Water

**tragicMuse** · 01-07-2012, 12:27 AM

===> Be the Highblood

You are aware that there :s a r:d:culous amount of trolls that can be descr:bed as that,right?
===> Be the demanding highblood Clown Cultist with the stupid inability to say "H"

VERY descr:pt:ve of you.A cull:ng drone w:ll be to your ':ve w:th:n the day to commend you for your l:teralness.
:n the mean t:me we'll get me :ntroduced.

Your name is VESSAE COTTLE,and we'd better get this done fast.

You are very.....MATURE for your 5 sweeps and a half.And by mature,we mean you act like an adult troll.An adult HIGHBLOOD troll.Many lowbloods have died by your whims and...that's the way you like it,actually.
But were you always like that?
No.

When you feel like computing,which is often,you go by the handle of vivaciousConjurer and you 'ave a b:t of an accent when speak:ng.'onk.

TAH LAWNG DIDANT RED

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**notoriousOrigins** · 01-07-2012, 03:47 PM

Your name is ZAKKAY HAVEN, and you are the definitely the best crypt raider to ever raid a crypt.
You’re pretty mellow about most things, and it’s pretty hard to get on your BAD SIDE for good. You’re usually in a decent mood, and you tend to laugh at pretty much anything that involves slapstick humor. You have far too many SHITTY RELICS lying around from your crypt plundering, and you should really pick some of this shit up. Did you mention you’re terribly lazy? Well you are, so that shit will remain un-picked up.

Your hobbies include ANCIENT LORE and EXPLORATION. You aspire to explore and conquer every ancient edifice you come across, and possibly plunder it of all its SHITTY RELICS. Your hive is located in the deserts of Alternia, and your Lusus is basically a djinn(not that you know what that is). You love the challenge that exploring ancient edifices because you never know what’s in store. There could be booby traps all over the place, or the halls of said edifice could be completely benign. Either way, it keeps you on your toes.

Your Trolltag is notoriousOrigins, and you speak without uSing apoStropheS, generallyY neglecting capitalization besides Ss, Ys and Ks for no apparent reaSon, other than the fact that your theme iS “Aether” which meanS SKY in Some language You havent bothered to remember.

**Overlard** · 01-07-2012, 05:40 PM

((This is an updated profile for truncatingNightmare!))

> Be the annoying asshole

How about you be the fucking an=/=ying dead guy?

> Be the axe wielding hothead

Way to barely fucking raise the god damn shitty bar.

Your name is DEVEII TOREEN, and you are just about around 7 and half SWEEPS old, with GREEN blood (#004000). You've seen a lot of shit, as you're willing to tell most people who annoy you about your life.

You were raised in a FOREST with your EAGLE lusus. He was always kind of a dick, ordering you around and forcing you to collect tons of food from HUNTING. You eventually started picking up on his TEMPER, leading to your EXTREMELY short fuse. You had to HERMIT yourself away in your piddly little forest, and tended to cull anyone who got too close. Mostly because you wanted the food from the hunts, and they were totally getting in the way! Plus those assholes loved to try and loot your rather poor HIVE. It's really more befitting of someone with RED blood, but stupid you didn't instruct the carpenter drones correctly so now you're stuck with a shitty hive.

When you DID eventually leave your forest to seek some form of community, you nearly got CULLED the first few nights out. That temper of yours certainly wasn't helpful. True, you did KNOW to put a lid on it near the higher ups, but that backfired and turned you into a pathetic WUSS when near anyone of high enough blood. You DID eventually get some help for your slight problem, leading to a generally very HOT HEADED and SNARKY attitude towards most things around you. Whenever something happens, you have to get your TWO CENTS in. It's really quite aggravating, since obviously no one asked you.

Your very first KISMESIS had to be the biggest BITCH ever and stab your eye out. Oh no, she couldn't just carve your face up or something mostly harmless! It wasn't a very fun night. You fortunately had a FRIEND of rather HIGH status, who constructed a new eye for you. It's got some nice features, but holy shit you cannot be assed to ever use anything beyond basic vision. Of course, you're SPADEBROKEN with that kismesis now. Backroom dealings and REVENGE CYCLES lead to that outcome. Even if you do despise her a little still.

You've still got quite the few INTERESTS. You've actually always liked READING AND WRITING, which you tend to practice in secret. No one would really show you respect for such a piddly little hobby. You're also a fan of the GAMES of VIDEO nature. You're no fanatic about them, sure, but they do keep you entertained in your downtime. Also shouting at trolls online is hella fun and if they whine it makes it better. You finally like to STARGAZE a few times each night. You're actually quite the fan of SPACE TRAVEL and eagerly look forward to being DRAFTED into the fleet. For now you content yourself with trying to remember which little speck of light is which.

You have two strife specubii. AxeKind and spearKind. One was a gift from a CLOSE FRIEND you made while in TOWN. He saw how hard it was to hunt with your axe, and decided to grab you a copy. But generally you prefer to use your BIG OL' CHOPPER axe. You're not exactly subtle about how you want things dead.

Your fetch modus is GLARE. You've got to GLARE DOWN the card in a ridiculous battle of who looks more intimidating. This not only makes you look dumb as hell, it pisses you off even MORE. It's very, very counterproductive to your attempts to keep a clamp on that BOILING POT you've got for a temper.

Were you to ever play a SILLY GAME FOR WIGGLERS, you would be the ROGUE of RAGE in the land of SILT and WRATH. The land itself is a lot like hell, really. Just awesome.

Whenever you bother to get onto trollian to yell at trolls, you go by "truncatingNightmare" and you "Fucking swear to god that there's =/=t a damn troll who doesn't fucking irritate you in some shitty way."

TL;DR

**Zoroark** · 01-07-2012, 07:05 PM

==> Be the confused cultist slash sword expert.

Hmm... um,, I guess that''s one way to say it..

Your name is now TALWAR RAMSAX, and you are about 8 or 9 Sweeps old. You are quite a lot of things. You are brown-blooded and at the low end of the Hemospectrum, but this doesn't really bother you. You love SWORDS and everything to do with them - FORGERY of swords, HISTORY of swords. You are also a BRILLIANT SWORDSMAN. Of course, this isn't helped by your ABSURDLY TERRIBLE EYESIGHT. You can't see colour, and what you can see tends to look like a HUGE BLUR. However, you don't regret looking straight at the sun, which is what caused it.

What? Oh, yes. You looked RIGHT AT THE ALTERNIAN SUN a few years back. It's a cultist thing, see. Ever since you were very young, you have had a more than small obsession with RAINBOW DRINKERS. The stories of these strange and mysterious blood-drinking day-living creatures enthralled you. Of course, you were continuously told that they don't exist by your peers and Lusus, who happens to be a curious alligator-type thing. However, it was a few sweeps ago that you discovered a CULT that believed in Rainbow Drinkers. The cult told you that maybe YOU could be a Rainbow Drinker one day. You had to go through a few... initiation tests. The big one was looking directly at the sun. As previously mentioned, it damaged your eyes horribly, but you can still see. A bit.

You have a strange ability that makes up for your eyesight that got you involved with Rainbow Drinkers in the first place: You have an AMAZING SENSE OF SMELL. Well, not really amazing. You can smell blood, though, in an inexplicable way. You can smell what it's going to taste like, that's for sure. And because you can't really see anyone, you've begun to identify people by the flavour of their blood. Other things you can smell in blood is gender, location, and emotion.

You live in an old hive complex in the city. Your living is made by FORGING SWORDS for people. You have a nasty habit of asking for either swords or blood in return, though, to increase your collection or food store. You stopped living off of regular troll food ages ago when you discovered how delicious blood could be. It's an expensive lifestyle for someone on your height in the caste, but you live off blood, cigarettes, and the occasional pizza.

Your ancestor was supposedly known as 'The Marksman' back in the day and used modernistic pistol-like weapons. You've always found this to be really ironic - you're the one who uses old weapons and studies history, when your ancestor seemed to be the most modern of the bunch. Sometimes you wonder if CRAZY TIME SHIT is going to happen and somehow make you his ancestor, although everyone knows that couldn't possibly happen. Right?

You tend to be sharp-witted in conversation, although you're often lost in thought and aren't really paying attention. You have mixed feelings about people FANBOYING YOUR RAINBOW DRINKER HABITS, although you like it, you guess.

Something people tend to notice about you is your moral compass, or more specifically, lack therof. At least evidently. You've never been one for rules, but you respect them, including the Hemospectrum. You have a neutral stance on most things, which makes people tend to see you as a nonchalant asshole, but you're really quite NICE. You don't get along well with LIARS, although you tend to lie your way through things yourself sometimes. This makes you a huge hypocrite but, again, you don't really care. That's your own problem in the end. You're also pretty strange because you have no evident goals in life. However, you're just acceptant and go with the flow, hoping for the best.

You have two Strife Specibii. One is obviously swordKind, and you are bloody amazing with it, despite your impaired vision. You also wield pistolKind, but you're not very good at it any more. You can fire a gun in a general direction, but precise aim is impossible. Your modus is SMELL - it'll only give you the item of your choice if you guess the smell correctly. You've become pretty good at that.

Your trolltag is thoughtfulRainbow, and you begin every sentence with a Hmm... and really just continue hesitantly from there,, you guess..

If you were to ever play a certain multiplayer game, you'd be the Lord of Steel in the Land of Coal and Fog. You're cool with this but you aren't one for teamwork.

tl;dr

**JellyWish** · 01-07-2012, 10:18 PM

I'm thinking of joining a roleplay group, and I have my troll's bio all set out (and hopefully not too cliche)... But I don't know how to make my troll's avatar. You did a really good job of it, and I would just like to know how you did it.

**Chasewithlasers** · 01-07-2012, 10:20 PM

[The following profiles are being posted for reference and are adapted to the Genomire RP's canon]

>Be the crazy-ass tea freak.

Excuse me? I don’t “see” what you are talking about zeheheh~

>Be the mentally unstable, androgynous troll.

I might be “able” to do that zeheheh~

Your name is Leiste Karsel, and one word to describe you could be ‘unstable’.

Since your day of birth, it has been definitly a challenge for you to keep a steady personality. Well, it’s not like you tried too hard anyway. In a way, you don’t even notice your constant mood and opinion shifts... only when you occasionally happen to do something more extreme than stop liking the color blue or deciding you are going to worship culinary books. Like burning all of your clothes or stabbing someone in the back. It’s hard to cope with the consequences of your actions... it’s hard, and no one understands.

Thankfully, you managed to hold the strongest urges back... to an extent. After many sweeps, you started searching for things to help you calm down, to help you stop being so volatile. It’s how you gained your love for tea – the stuff helps you keep yourself neutral like nothing else can. There are other therapeutical things, for example some medicinal herbs, incense, or even a session of meditation, but what your eternal love is tea. You fucking love tea. Other than that... hard to say.

You try your hand at designing clothes, partly because of a short past in FLARPing, which made you end up with a liking for fashion. This made you much more worried, almost paranoid about your appearance – which, nowadays, in order to help you stop being so unstable, is kept as long as possible in a neutral state. Practically no one knows what you truly are under your clothes, and you like to keep it like that, no matter what the cost.

A branching over your liking for fashion and appearance is collecting and making dolls. You collect and create them merely to play dress-up with them, trying to make them look as gender-neutral as possible. Your hive is nigh cluttered with the things, and it’s kind of creepy, really.

Other than those things, your feelings are all over the place. You have an enormous amount of shallow experiences with most things you can think of, never actually committing yourself to them because of your constant preference shifts. It’s hard to think about one thing you haven’t done yet, but it’s also hard to think about something you actually did more than once.

However, that self-control through neutrality didn’t come before you actually had to go through the consequences of some of the worst stuff you did... like killing people you shouldn’t have killed. You have quite a number of skeletons in your closet. Worst part? If you remember correctly, you enjoyed it more than you should. Where your calm persona has an eternal love for tea, your unstable self is violent, with an undying love for sadism. Living with the constant thought of how delicious to hear would your moirail’s screams be as you stab them again and again isn’t really a good thing, mind you. This whole stuff has taken quite the mental toll on you, and as much as you try to put up a nice façade, you really wish all of this would just go away. Or maybe you don’t. Or maybe you do? Who knows.

Back to good things. Oh, you also didn’t mention your lusus! Accompanying you for as long as you can remember, your dear Jackaldad has kept you safe no matter what. You both have your fights, and more than once you and him parted ways, but him or you always end up coming back to each other. You try avoiding him if you feel like you won’t be able to control yourself, though... nowadays, you two are kind of distant. But he taught you a lot about how to survive in this dog-eat-dog world.

In fact, if he hadn’t taught you so much, you probably wouldn’t be here. After getting admitted into the Fleet as one of the highblooded officers, you ran into some trouble with the worst kind of people in the whole galaxy... seadwellers. It might have slipped your mind to tell, but you really, really dislike those snobby arrogant fucks. These ones in particular were seadwellers you knew for a while, and had some beef with back in Alternia, for quadrantal reasons. Things ended up getting really intense, and after escaping an assassination attempt, you had to go low-profile... and that’s how you ended up in this total dump, Genomire.

Fine, your life isn’t really bad. You still managed to get a nice enough hive close to the sea, and even set up a business. You’ve been out of trouble by peacefully running your tea shop/bar/inn so far... occasionally looking the other way when shady deals of shady people come through your shop, or losing your grip over your short temper and wandering around the town looking for a good target to stab in the throat for no good reason (which gave you quite a bit of knowledge over all the shortcuts, dead-ends and alternate routes this town has to offer), but other than some little secrets, you don't really have problems in Genomire. You hope the peace will last... at least for now.

Your modus is set to the Temperament Modus. You put your items in it and have to patiently wait for them to be ok with you taking them out. It’s an incredible little annoying bitch sometimes, which makes you try to merely carry what you need.

You use the bladeKind strife specibus, choosing dual scimitars to fight. Thankfully, your choice of strife specibus is something you aren’t really unstable over as well.

Your trolltag is mercurialVanity and you ”try” to avoid it, but always end up “sounding” like a judgemental bitch zeheheh~

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>Be a total bitch.

Yeah, real funny. Fuçk you.

[sprite to come]

Your name is Vaesia Bonheu, and you are currently stuck with a shitty life in a shitty planet.
Like any other troll, you started off in Alternia, trying to not get killed. You did quite a good job, and you obviously learned to kill shit as well... most of it by FLARPing! You loved FLARPing, and you were amazingly good at it. Life was pretty good, with a bunch of ‘friends’, a matesprit, moirail and other potential quadrant fillers. Sure, then everything was fucked up because of a little FLARPing dispute. Which is to say that your matesprit from another FLARP group betrayed you and killed everyone from your FLARP group, your lusus, and left you to die after ripping off your left leg and right eye. ‘Thankfully’, you didn’t die. There were no wacky powers involved or anything – you guess you are just sort of tough to kill, and kinda lucky.

You abandoned your old name, trolltags, and even managed to move from your old hive, with your few caegars. You erased all contact with anyone you ever knew, dyed and cut your hair, and just plain changed your whole life, after your ‘death’. You started drinking and smoking, trying to pick yourself up from the depressive well you were tossed into. You’re kind of out of that phase by now... but you kept the addictions, as well as the occasional mood swing.

You got by on Alternia... and then, you reached Fleet age. With quite your share of experience in fights, you were immediatly sent to be a soldier... and quickly realize it wasn’t what you particularly wanted. You might still have suicidal urges to this day, but the idea of dying in a battlefield just seemed kind of pathetic to you, for some reason. After pulling a few strings and talking to some people, you eventually managed to settle as a simple mechanic for some time.

Nowadays, you are stuck in this shitty planet, Merkeer, more specifically in Genomire. You were sent here because of a lack of working hands to fix all the governmental crap and keep the city from crumbling apart. Mostly. It’s a good job, you guess. Stable, because people are always fucking up and breaking shit everywhere. You also run a small repair shop on the side, fixing vehicles for a mostly highblooded set of customers. Other than that, your experiences on Merkeer where... interesting, to say the least. You’ve been through quite your share of shit, and your scars prove how many stories you’ve got to tell.

Among the things you like and your hobbies, there’s your job: being a mechanic. You like fixing other people’s crap, and even just random junk you find in the street. This gave you a love for motorcycles, and you make sure to always keep an eye on your sweet little Haphan, the most gorgeous chopper this side of the galaxy, one you got after winning a few bets. Taking care of her is about as distractive as one of your other special loves, which is playing guitar. Phelia, your guitar, is your other dearest possession, and you’d do anything to protect her. Music helps you relax and forget about your problems a bit, and so does singing… although most of the songs you make are just a way to vent your sadness and anger. You also dabble in model building, as well as graffiti – the latter being practiced only in your hive, or when you are well far away from it. Unsurprisingly, not a lot of trolls like when you paint all over their walls.

You use the Spraypaint modus. The modus produces a symbol for each item you captchalogue, and you have to draw it using a modus-provided spraycan.

You use both batKind and shotgunKind as your strife specibi.

Your trolltag is perpetualAcrimony and you are çonstantly bored, not to fuçking mention you have quite the goddamn sewer fuçking mouth.

**Nicole, With Monsters** · 01-08-2012, 01:44 PM

>Be the boring one.
i.d a.rgu.e. bu.t i.ts tru.e.

Your name is LARACE BRUTET. You are SIX SOLAR SWEEPS and not getting any younger. You have an interest in BIOLOGY, and a greater interest in SURGERY, especially the OPTICAL KIND. You like to find out HOW THINGS WORK, and that’s probably the only thing you like. Maybe someday, you can SAVE A LIFE.

You used to be more RELAXED when you were younger, but now that you’ve turned 6 you’re CONSTANTLY ANXIOUS. Your lusus is a TINY LIZARD who you’ve named, simply, REPTILIO, and he is JUST AS JUMPY AS YOU. You used to have more friends than just him, but they’ve mostly left you due to the fact that you are always TERRIBLY STRESSED, and have ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE OF HUMOUR.

You spend a lot of time RESEARCHING and DISSECTING THINGS from within the safety of your HIVE, which is located UNDERGROUND in the countryside. In fact, your hive is the SAFEST PLACE ON ALTERNIA, at least to you. It’s also very QUIET, which is nice. The only MUSIC you enjoy is that of your MARIMBA, which your lusus also seems to enjoy. Occasionally, you go out to see MOVIES by yourself, but you always leave halfway through because they don’t really interest you as much as you try to convince yourself. Sometimes, you wish you could be FREE-SPIRITED like other trolls, but then you remember you have a lot of WORK to do if you want to get anywhere in your pathetic life.

Your trolltag is opticalEngineer and you pa.u.se. a. lo.t whe.n spe.a.ki.ng to. ma.ke. su.re. yo.u. a.re. be.i.ng li.ste.ne.d to.

[first fantroll ever aaah I'm terrified :c]

**PriffyViole** · 01-08-2012, 02:02 PM

Originally Posted by JellyWish

I'm thinking of joining a roleplay group, and I have my troll's bio all set out (and hopefully not too cliche)... But I don't know how to make my troll's avatar. You did a really good job of it, and I would just like to know how you did it.

1. Open an image editing software (I recommend GIMP or Photoshop)
2. Using the sprite sheets in the OP, put together a sprite for your troll.
3. Save it as a PNG.
4. You're done!

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