Your name is LENORA AUXILA and you are nearly ALWAYS nervous.
Your name is LENORA AUXILA and you are nearly ALWAYS nervous.
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WEEKLY ROUNDUP: 30/06/12 EDITION
This week we had 17 trolls posted!
- scalyHerpetologist's blue Divnie Svanir, M
- Lovenu's yellow Petela Gallus and our TROLL OF THE WEEK, F
- Lovenu's seadweller Charia Arodon, F
- scalyHerpetologist's green Chamae Pumilu, F
- Juggalette2xcombo's ...???.... Spectre, M
- AnonymousPerson's.... ???.... Siren, F
- Wyde's brown Salbur Calcos, M
- Flamerider64's green Litmen Akwenn, F
- Jarzii's blue Aeraki Raphis, M
- FubbalyWubbaly's mustard-lime Jezima Derika, F
- Lovenu's indigo Tristi Fossor, F
- Majora787's indigo Criger Zaeknok, M
- unqualifiedParadoixer's indigo Othila Spinel, F
- Teslamagnetic Integration's indigo Arluin Beveux, M
- taurusJustified's olive Markus Cerise, M
- alphaBrain's jade Jashar Relsod, F
- Silvy's lime Lenora Auxila, F
Our most common blood caste was indigo! This week had a female bias, with 10 girls to 7 guys.
That's all for now, folks, I'll see you in a week with another WEEKLY ROUNDUP.
> Be the ASSHOLE PYROMANCER.
You are now the ASSHOLE PYROMANCER.
Your name is KENDOV VEDSOS. You are SEVEN SWEEPS old. You are BLIND in your RIGHT EYE and are a LEO.
You have a number of INTERESTS. The most potent of them is FIRE. You love FIRE so much that you often burn objects lying around your hive for fun. You also have a passion for SHARP OBJECTS. As much so that there is a number of various SHARP OBJECTS embedded in your walls at all times. You have a VERY SHORT TEMPER which has lead to more than one intentional hive burning. You aspire to one day become a POWERFUL WARRIOR and often practice with your AWESOME KATANA. You also have a habit of ACCIDENTALLY BURNING THINGS when you're angry. You also hate HIGHBLOODS. You hate them so much because of your BLOOD COLOR. You have MAROON BLOOD, the lowest of the lower peasantry bloods. You are often PISSED OFF just by a HIGHBLOOD'S presence. Your QUADRANTS are generally empty due to your short temper, besides MOIRALLEGIANCE and KISMESISSITUDE. But your KISMESISES generally end up BURNED TO DEATH rather quickly. You had a MATESPRIT at a time but you LIT HER ON FIRE because she scolded you for lighting too many things on FIRE. Your LUSUS is a LION who has a taste for RAW MEAT.
Also relevant to FIRE is your special powers. You can naturally CREATE AND CONTROL FIRE and are also conveniently IMMUNE TO HEAT. But doing so DEPLETES YOUR ENERGY RAPIDLY. You can not keep control of a LARGE FIRE for more than a couple minutes before you COLLAPSE. You have the title of KNIGHT OF RAGE and your STRIFE SPECIBI is aligned with BLADEKIND. Your screen name is milesIram, and type with no normal capitals and punctuation but capitalize every F. Your planet is the LAND OF FIRE AND WRATH, as per your interests. Your FETCH MODUS is ARRAY because you don't have time for fucking around with all the BULLSHIT other kinds provide you with.
Last edited by Kendov; 07-02-2012 at 04:17 AM. Reason: Revised most of the bio.
((Reposting a character with an updated profile since the original thread is closed))
Your name is ABRENE PHISIA.
You are a troll with a shimmering BRIGHT OUTLOOK ON LIFE, despite your complete and utter aversion to anything that EVEN RESEMBLES LIGHT. Your skin’s sensitivity is a curse you’ve lived with since you were very young and it is something you deal with every night of your life. Even ARTIFICIAL LIGHT makes you uncomfortable if it’s at a certain brightness! Not only is integumentary system plagued by susceptibility to extremely painful moon burns but your eyes are also negatively affected by the stuff. Or, at least one of them is, the other is no longer functional due to an EXTREMELY UNFORTUNATE EVENT as a wiggler, one that left you BLIND FOR LIFE in your LEFT EYE. Your perception of how close table edges and door jams are has NEVER RECOVERED.
Instead of moping about your skin disorder you’ve decided to HARNESS THE POWER of your affliction: You have taken your life and business into the SHADOWY WORLD OF BURGLARY. Due to your DISGUSTING BROWN BLOOD you’ve always faced hardship on obtaining the kinds of things you want, things with a particular way of catching the moonbeams. Clearly the only sensible answer was to TAKE THEM BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. You’re hardly stupid enough to steal from your NEIGHBORS (often), but that doesn’t stop you from being a one troll terror to any of the hives that live outside of your forest's boundaries. Did you mention you lived in the base of a tree? No? Well, you do!
When you’re not robbing others HALF BLIND you can often be found hunting down partners to socialize with. You really just like to talk to people even though, sometimes, the stuff other trolls say just goes right over your head or through one ear and out the other. Sometimes you even try to socialize with HIGHBLOODS but they always kind of scare you a little bit. They’re so BIG AND STRONG AND IMPORTANT and you’re, well, not any of those things!
You also really like RADIO PLAYS, although not many would know what you were talking about if you ever brought up your favorites. You spend lots of time lounging around your ELECTRONIC AIRWAVE RECEPTOR tuning into some of your favorite DETECTIVE SHOWS (You’ve never really seen the irony) although you don’t really understand the PLOTS some of the time; those things can get HELLA CONVOLUTED! Who killed who? Who’s doing which with what? Who grew a third arm and terrorized when?! It’s all very confusing.
Despite your chosen occupation you do not consider yourself to be a lucky troll, No. You are, in fact, QUITE UNLUCKY. You don’t really see a lot of what you do outside of the OCCASIONAL BIG WIN find its way to success. Sometimes you try to EXPLOIT YOUR LUCK by getting into trouble and losing miserably a few times before you attempt something REALLY FOOLHARDY. In reality it’s just that you only ever really take care when you’re pulling A HEIST. You never claimed to be SMART, after all.
As a lowblood you have been given the gift of an EXTRAORDINARY POWER, too bad you’ve never really been able to show the one you were born with off. Yours is the ability to COMMUNICATE WITH ANIMALS, though, this doesn’t necessarily mean you can CONTROL THEM. The only animals you’ve ever run into are willful little shits and they NEVER DO WHAT YOU TELL ‘EM TOO! It’s super annoying when you try to prove your power to someone and you just come off as a crazy person; how sad!
Your Weapon kind is Crowbarkind
Your lusus is a rather incorrigible raccoon
Your bloodcolor is brown (#6b2a00)
You're 7.5 sweeps old.
You use the breaking and entering modus.
Your Troll tag is assertiveShadow and you speak and type with a really obnoxiousch schpechch impediment and lots and lots of super great enthusiasm!!!!!!
Repost of strifedTechnician.
==> BE HONEY-SWEET
You spend the time you’re not doing other things (running errands, feeling sorry for yourself, or studying) on Trollian as strifedTechnician and you <…> try to §peak calmly, with a ƒriendly tone. You al§o have a little trouble with a ƒew §ound§. <…>
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<!!> But §ometime§, the §ituation JU§T REALLY CALL§ ƒOR §OME ƒLIPPING THE ƒUCK OUT¡ <!!>
As well as all the above, there’s some extra things we should know about you:
Heir of Shape
Land of Spheres and Leaves
I'm on pesterchum! kaviCordi is my personal/self insert, and all my trolls' trolltags (See below) can usually be reached at various times as well.
I can also be reached as an android from outer space! T3 can be pestered at xenologicalDefect.
Augh don't look. TvvT I'm fixing this.
yet... another... repoast
i have to keep things updated and my life is nothing ;-;
watch me post this and then see a million mistakes and edit everything. i bet you that's what's gonna happen
>Be the absolute bitch
Okay, I just know you don't mean this chick. How could you think of her as anything but nice? You're incredibly rude.
...But whatever. This 'absolute bitch' happens to be so kind as to let you be her, even without a proper command. You'd better be happy.
Your name is EKOTRA VESPER.
Let's start this off by saying that you are PROUD of yourself for being so KIND in such a HARSH and UNFORGIVING world. You are UNDERSTANDING, a SHOULDER TO CRY ON, you're GENEROUS, and you're HOPEFUL, you're KIND- You inspire others, at least you hope that you do, to be EVERYTHING that they could ever be. MANIPULATIVE? Nooo! How could you think that?
You come off as a little DUMB, perhaps TOO INNOCENT, and you seem to rarely show any emotions other than HAPPY (and actually pretty damn annoying) BUBBLINESS. You often SACRIFICE yourself for the good of others- at least, that's how it seems- and you certainly aren't a THREAT, or KINDLY PUSHING OTHER PEOPLE TO CERTAIN GOALS, or anything. That would be silly.
Your interests include- oh, who cares about your interests, haha! You LOVE the WORLD.
>ok really cut the crap it isn't cute
If you were to play SGRUB or any other version of that infernal """"game""""", you would be the WITCH OF HEART in the LAND OF SHARDS AND SPIRES (LOSAS.)
Your trolltag is astrumForfex and you type \|in a way that really doesn't make you seem smart at all...!!!!!!|/
tl;dr & other stuffs?
>Be the Self Hating Sadist
Your name is PRABHU SERKAN. You are 8.5 sweeps old and you are a BLUE BLOOD. You are quite proud of this fact, as being a blue blood means you have POWER over most other trolls- you would certainly hate for it to be the other way around.
Your villa-esque hive sits in the middle of a large HEDGE MAZE, which you had installed at the behest of your MINOTAUR LUSUS. Like any good minotaur, he feels most at home in the depths of a massive labyrith, and he has taught you to do the same. Specifically, he taught you to lure unsuspecting LOWBLOODS into the maze, get them completely and totally lost, and then trap them at a dead end and beat them to a pulp. You quickly became enchanted by the thrill of harming other trolls and spilling their blood. The feeling of having that much power over another troll was intense.
But there was one thing that your lusus did not realize, something that it did not expect; as much as you enjoyed causing pain to other trolls, you always hated the way they FEARED you, the way they'd RUN away after you were done. You wanted to cause pain, but you didn't want to upset the other troll- a conflict you had trouble justifying to yourself. In the end, you realized that because you hated how your lusus forced you into being "the perfect little HIGHBLOOD", you were not okay with forcing another to go through something they didn't want to. Your lusus may have made you enjoy inflicting PAIN on others, but PARADOXICALLY, he could not make you like their SUFFERING. Because of this, you've developed a love/hate relationship with your lusus, loving the ways he's taught you to exert your power over others, but hating the fact that he's forced you to do so.
Your conflicting interests have left you as a SERIAL DITHERER- it is very hard for you to make any sort of important decision, as you're constantly tugged in two different directions. This makes it difficult for you to be as DOMINANT as you wish to be, as a truly dominant troll would know exactly what they want and take it- whereas you have no idea what you really want or how to get it. You have a tough time making up your mind about ANYTHING at all, preferring to ACT as the strong leader, but bully others into making decisions for you. No decision is ever good enough for you- in fact, nothing is ever good enough. You are a PERFECTIONIST, and are constantly changing your mind, redoing things, and starting over, because no decision is ever perfectt enough.
Still, you enjoy a good LAUGH, especially at others' expense, and have never gotten out of the habit of tricking other trolls into getting hurt- even if you do always feel a pang of SELF LOATHING when you do it, your SHAUDENFREUDE usually wins out. PRANKS and PRACTICAL JOKES are a specialty of yours. Your fun can often get out of hand, however, so you practice MEDITATION and MARTIAL ARTS to calm yourself down. You have had to become very disciplined in order to keep yourself form hurting too many trolls. You also spend a lot of your time designing complex TRAPS and LURES to help catch new victims. Starting with simple SNARES you have since moved on to more complex and elaborate mechanisms, which you design and construct yourself. You can be quite HANDY with a set of tools.
You can be a bit of a SNOB about your blood status, boasting, strutting around, and lording it over others, but in truth you are a bit INSECURE. Because of your aversion to forcing trolls to do things against their will, you feel like a FRAUD, and so you overly play up your CONFIDENCE and HAUGHTINESS to seem more dominant than you actually are.
However, to people you get close to, you can be very SWEET. In the end, your desire to be dominant, to control, to be POWERFUL, stems from a desire to PROTECT the things you care about. So many trolls fear you and run from you, and very few pity you. In truth, you are a HOPELESS ROMANTIC, just desperate for someone who won't run away from your peculiarities, and when you find someone, you will hold them close and never let them go. You are a bit of a FLIRT because of this, as you actively shmooze around with trolls, searching for your SPECIAL SOMEONE.
You wield the STRIFE SPECIBUS of catlprodkind, which you chose as they ultimate pain inflicter- no true PRACTICAL APPLICATION beyond burning into the flesh of other trolls. The fact that it is technically not a WEAPON belies one of your major WEAKNESSES: you aren't much good at FIGHTING, preferring to prey on trapped and vulnerable trolls rather than facing armed trolls one on one.
Your troll tag is reluctantSavage and you OPretty_much_AlwAys_capItAlIze_certAIN_letters_fro m_your_favorIte_word,_PAIN_
>Be the Epicurean
Your name is LYUBEN PRANAY. You are NINE SWEEPS OLD and you are HIGH AS A KITE. This is your normal state of existence, but you have a PERFECTLY GOOD REASON for choosing to be that way, thank you very much. You are a JADEBLOOD, a fact that you are very proud of. Other castes are a dime a dozen, but each jade is a UNIQUE AND SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE, and the unique and atypical are your main areas of interest.
The preoccupation with PSYCHOACTIVE SUBSTANCES was learned from your LUSUS at a very young age. Your lusus, an ELEPJANT with teeth of FLINT and a large, pipe shaped trunk, would chew upon certain SPECIAL HERBS, igniting them with his mighty flint teeth and blowing CLOUDS OF FRAGRANT SMOKE out of his trunk, from which you received quite a significant CONTACT HIGH.
It was a strange WRIGGLERHOOD, growing up STONED in the hive you dubbed STATELY LYUBEN MANNER, a large and well appointed estate seated in the middle of a TROPICAL ISLAND, but strange is your middle name (or it would be, if trolls had middle names) and you wouldn't have it any other way. Living in such affluence was a major part of what shaped your EPICUREAN world view: all you have ever known is COSNUMPTION and LUXURY, leaving you feeling empty whenever you're not doing something NOVEL and EXOTIC.
The epicurean mindset states that the pursuit PLEASURE is the true meaning of life,and that one should sample each an every experience that life has to offer. You follow this ideal to a tee, living your life steeped in OVERCONSUMPTION and EXTRAVAGANCE. From you LEISURE ACTIVITIES such as SAFARIING and YACHT RACING, attending HIGH CLASS PARTIES and participating in RIOTOUS DEBACUHERY, captivating your senses with all manor of PHARMACEUTICALS, engorging yourself on EXPENSIVE AND EXOTIC CUISINE, not to mention the UPSCALE LICQUOR of which you are so fond. DECADENCE is the name of the game, and you never stops wanting MORE AND MORE of everything.
You have a reason for why you OVERINDULGE yourself, however, and it isn't one that you gladly share with others. You were born with a RARE MUTATIOB, one which will not get you CULLED due to its relative INVISIBILITY, but which will lead to your DEMISE nonetheless. No SPECIAL POWERS or EHANCED APPENDAGES for you, instead your DNA has cursed you with a NERVOUS SYSTEM that will PROGRESSIVELY DEGENERATE as you age, leading to one or more of THREE POSSIBLE FATES: complete and total PARALYSIS, a VEGETATIVE STATE, or THE EVENTUAL SHUT DOWN OF EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOUR ORGAN SYSTEMS. Whatever the case, you are as good as dead, and your DOCTOR (a young LOWBLOOD who promised to keep your CONDITION secret from the DRONES) has given you perhaps a sweep or two before you finall succumb.
So, in reality, the OPULENT, GLUTTONOUS LIFESYLE the enacting of your BUCKET LIST- although you would never call it that, how scandalous. Your motto is CARPE NOCTEM- SEIZE THE NIGHT! You treat each night as if it were your last, because for all you know it might be. Living in the moment means no ATTACHMENTS- no COMMITMENTS, no QQUADRANTS, no nothing. Instead you live only to COSUME more and more of everything in your sight, hoping to acquire as much PLEASURE and JOY as you can in the short amount of time you have left. You do not WASTE YOUR TIME on anything you find BORING or UNPLEASANT. The DRUGS, therefore, aren't merely there for pleasure, you also partake in them to DULL THE PAINS caused by your condition, and to block out any NEGATIVE THOUGHHTS that woulD impede you from enjoying your remaining life properly.
Such a lifestyle is not CHEAP, and despite your GRANDIOSE HIVE, you are still a MIDBLOOD, and thus were not born into any large quantity of WEALRH. Instead you gained your won your FORTUNE as a FLARPer. You have a HIGHLY ADVANCED MIND, with top notch DETECTIVE SKILLS, and you have utilized them to become an expert TREASURE HUNTER, acquirinf a substantial hoard of LOOT to fund your lifestyle.
You also use these skills in your dealings with other trolls, allowing you to perform COLD READS on anyone and everyone you meet. You consider yourself to be a masterful PSYCHOLOGIST, and you easily DELVE INTO THE MINDS OF OTHERS and find out what makes them tick, and sometimes MANIPULATE them into doing what you want.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is PIPEKIND. By putting various CHEMICALS into your pipe and blowing, it makes a pretty good WEAPON, whether a FLAMETHROWER or some other CHEMICAL SPRAYER- ACID, TEAR GAS, LIQUID NITROGEN, POISON, etc. are all at your disposal- as are a large variety of INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH PIPE CLEANERS (pipecleanerkind being your alternate specibus), as no WAY are you going to breath those in.
Your FETCH MODUS is the SMOKE SIGNAL MODUS. Each item you CAPTCHALOGUE is assigned a UNIQUE PATTERN of SMOKE SIGNALS, which you must REPLICATE with your pipe in order to release the items.
Were you ever to play a certain game (it's on your list of things to try before you die), you would be the MAGE OF BREATH in the LAND OF SMOKE AND MUSHROOMS, where you would be assisted by GREEN CATERPILLARS.
Your trolltag is hazyMadcap, and YOOO speak in a singsong, trumpeting sort of way, as your LOOOSUS taught YOOO TOOO.
>Be the empath with the zombie lusus: MURETA
>Be the wind waker, it's you: KEREIG
> Be the freak-eyed bee troll: PEZTIS
>Be the mutant robofishbitch: KARZTI
>Be the rare Alternian coolkid: ZERTAM
> Be the psychotic artist with an explosion fetish: DONNER
>Be the xenophobic greenblood: SOROKI
>Be the stalker chick that's chock full of scorpion venom: DRAPIA
>Be the self-imposed exile: TRAICI
>Be the seadweller who can't swim: EXMARK "JACK"
(Massive Repost Time is available for use by all who are doing a massive repost.)
Last edited by Dudemaster47; 12-08-2012 at 03:27 PM.
I'm on pesterchum (sometimes). Pester me as screwballSparky or as one of my many trolls.
COFFEEQUEST: Coffee, aliens, and zombies, apparently. Avatar courtesy of аshdenej.
>Be the bonehead deliverytroll
>Woah, my bad, be the reliable courier.
((Damn, I need to upgrade this sprite))
Your name is MOTORE EKZAST and you are a 7 SWEEP OLD troll with YELLOW BLOOD, usually known as BANANABLOOD, and holy shit can you NEVER sit still.
However, you have channeled this innate fidgety quality into a CONSTRUCTIVE and FUN JOB for yourself, you are a COURIER! You worked your way up in the ranks of a courier company for a while since you were a wee wriggler, you were always tasked with deliveries. Eventually, you decided to START YOUR OWN BUSINESS, which is still FAIRLY UNKNOWN, but thats only because YOU are the only worker, besides your SEADWELLER FRIEND that FUNDS your small business. Whenever you're NOT working, which is HARDLY EVER, you're either with your friends or practicing playing DRUMS. You like the drums because of how PRECISE and CONFIDENT the noises sound when you play them, either alone, or with other musicians.
You live in a DECENT HIVE, now that you have EARNED A GOOD SUM OF MONEY, you got out of the communal slums and decided to go somewhere more secluded. Your LUSUS, a PURRBEAST-TRAILRUNNER was VERY GRATEFUL for this. They are VERY SUPPORTIVE of your FIRM AND DECISIVE LIFESTYLE.
What you DISLIKE is LAZY people. You just CANNOT stand someone that GIVES UP at the drop of a hat. You like to think of yourself as a GOOD EXAMPLE of what someone can do if they are SMART about their life choices.
Your MAIN STRIFE SPECIBUS is BOOTKIND, considering your legs are your best weapon, you decided it would be a good idea to employ it ever since you were young. Your SECOND strife specibus is RLRBLADEKIND, which was given to you as a gift by your moirail. Your FETCH MODUS is GLOVEBOX, you're really used to it. Its kind of average, but you have a few more spaces in it than usual, at around 20.
If you could ever slow down and end up playing a really neat videogame on your husktop, you would be the HEIR OF
TIME and you would traverse the LAND OF TUNNELS AND ROADBLOCKS, with some WEIRD PURPLE QUAILS to assist you in your travels.
Should you slow down enough to be on trollian, you use the trolltag ruthlessSpeedster and BEEPBEEP||YouAreAMotoristThatNeedsToGoFast||Puttpu tt
Last edited by probableWizardry; 08-28-2012 at 06:43 AM.
(ಠ,ಠ') Judgement bird judges you.
"We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants." - John Watson
>Be the weird bat girl.
Your name is MYOTIS BLYTHI, you are a YELLOWBLOOD, and you are 8 SWEEPS OLD.
You are NEARLY BLIND, but that's okay because you have WICKED ECHOLOCATION. As a result of going NEARLY BLIND, you have developed a SPECTACULAR SENSE OF HEARING. You can also smell pretty well.
You live in a CAVE with your BAT LUSUS. You don't really understand how people could live in COMMUNAL HIVE STEMS, they're so confined.
You have many INTERESTS, some are even kind of WEIRD. You are a master of RACQUETBALL. You can't get enough of it, or any other game where you have a chance to use your SONAR. You are fascinated by VIDEO GAMES and are considered quite the NERD. PUZZLES and other mind games are your favorites. You collect PET ROCKS. They're so cute! FLARPING is pretty cool, too.
You absolutely loath CATS. There's just something about them and their FELINE ADORABLENESS. Being in WIDE, OPEN SPACES is a phobia of yours. In such a place, it's hard to use your WICKED ECHOLOCATION.
You're SOMEWHAT SHY when it comes to trolls outside of your spot on the hemospectrum. You're intimidated by SEADWELLERS, and are also a LITTLE JEALOUS of them. You love using your SONAR underwater, and you think that being able to breathe underwater would be PRETTY COOL.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is THRWDAGRKIND. You're pretty good with it. Your FETCH MODUS is ARRAY, due to the simplicity.
Your trolltag is echoDislocation and you dEEpIct your state\M/ents wIth a bIt of a scrEEch
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WEEKLY ROUNDUP: 8/07/12 EDITION
The trollslum has been updated to post 66, CraftyJongleur has taken TotW, and I'd like to remind everyone to VOTE FOR THE TROLL OF THE WEEK!
Pretend I did a nice bullet point list of all the trolls posted because I don't think I'll have time to actually do one before the forums crash on me again. Sorry! I'll do one next week.
That's all for now, folks, I'll see you in a week with another WEEKLY ROUNDUP.
((This is a replacement for rejectedSwimmer!))
> Be washed up
///Was that an attempt at hum_r?\\\
> Just be the finless loser
///Right. M_re taunts. Predictable.\\\
ABs by prussianmoose!
Your name is Damath Zannar and your life is disgraced.
You used to be a seadweller, in the technical sense. Your blood is still PURPLE enough to be one, but you've long since moved onto land. Your fins were sliced off when you were six by a roving band of even higher seadwellers. You have no idea why they did it, beyond the fact that seadwellers can be total BULGES. It may have had something to do with you absolutely refusing to hold your scathing remarks on others back. Maybe.
No matter why they did it, you're now stuck on land. You took over the hive of some lowblooded twit who had long since been taken into the fleet. It's certainly not fit for someone of your caste and you absolutely loathe being stuck in it. Your lusus, a stingray, isn't any happier about being stuck in the tiniest of ponds that you managed to create. Even without fins, though, you have TRIED to return, however whenever you go too deep into the oceans, you are suddenly wracked by crippling fear and tear back through the water and onto land as if chased by angry many-toothed finbeasts. That, and the salty water stings like hell on your scars.
While you eke out a meager existence on the surface of Alternia at EIGHT sweeps, you maintain a few of your old hobbies. The main interest you maintain is history, as you comb texts and stories to see if a case such as yours has ever happened before. If that were the case, you could possibly reverse it. Psychology tends to interest you as well, since you firmly believe that all seadwellers should be superior to land dwellers, and it can't happen if you're scared by being too far underwater! Finally, you keep a series of journals and scrapbooks of your story in the making at all times. Maybe to preserve the knowledge you've gained in case you get culled, or maybe because you're arrogant enough to believe someone would be interested in all the things you observe and see.
Just because you're trapped on land also doesn't mean you enjoy the company of land dwellers. You consider them loathesome creatures, mostly fit for servitude like the hemospectrum says. Uppity ones that try to act tough make you sick to your stomach, and seadwellers who don't engage in keeping them down are even worse. Seeing lowbloods put down also gives you no small amount of pleasure, since you get to watch someone suffer far more than you for once. Your current opinion on other seadwellers is icy at best, mostly due to the aforementioned attack.
Your strife specibus is spearKind. You prefer to use a tuskbeast spear for your needs, it being a rather short and heavy weapon. It gets the job done fast.
Your fetch modus is DECAY. Anything you captchalogue slowly decays and rots away to pieces until you take it out. Keeping food in it is out of the question, but sturdier objects tend to last longer inside it.
Should you play a game, you would be the PRINCE of DOOM. Moody title notwithstanding, you would reside in the land of CORAL and WASTE.
Your trolltag is jiltedClinician and you ///W_nder if the w_rld will fl__d.\\\
Overlard's menagerie of various things
New Diet Plan: Hate-n-all
> Let's go.
Your name is RACUNE MENRVA and your SPRITE IS TERRIBLE.
Your name is RACUNE MENRVA and you are 7 SOLAR SWEEPS OF AGE. Your blood is ORANGE, which is AWFUL. You have a BIZARRE PSYCHIC DISORDER known as SCHIZOPSIONIC ELECTROKINESIS, resulting in randomised, sporadic outbursts of disruptive PSI activity. In other worlds, you're a walking EMP and you never know when you'll go off.
You fancy yourself as a musician and enjoy the music of TROLL APHEX TWIN way too Goddamn much, "borrowing" his trademark menacing expression (but you're really bad at it anyway) and incorporating his bizarre symbol into a lot of things you do. In other words, you drink copious amounts of CAFFEINE SLUDGE and etch it into EVERYTHING IN YOUR FUCKING HIVE.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is LASERKIND, which sounds awesome but is ACTUALLY REALLY ANNOYING. The only weapons you possess are only capable of SLOWLY BURNING HOLES IN THIN SURFACES. Oh, and ACCIDENTALLY BURNING YOUR FINGERS on a few occasions.
Your FETCH MODUS is KEYKIND, and not the kind with locks. You are given a SET MELODY to play based on your item and must memorise or notate it to fetch it at a later date. You have spent hours captcha'ing and fetching just about everything you know just for inspiration, but you are an AWFUL COMPOSER so you ought to just give up.
In the game of SGRUB, the endless amounts of ancient tablets that you have never read foretell that you would one day become the MAGE OF LIGHT, had you ever played it. Your planet would be the LAND OF FIELDS AND MACHINERY and your denizens would be LARGE RODENTS; had you ever played the game, of course.
Your trolltag is technologicMadman [TM] and you type with your symbol, which kiπd of looks like the letter you replace it with, you guess. apart from that, it's kiπd of boriπg.
Also circles are somehow connected to light or something. You really don't know, nor do you care.
>Be the panicky sewing douche
iam n-t panicky y-u assh-le AND IAM N-T A D-UCHE
>Be the auspisticing sunkist troll
Your interests also include READING, and sometimes FLARPING with your fellow trolls, and although you realize this is a somewhat dangerous game, YOU DON'T REALLY MIND. In fact, you somewhat appreciate that fact that your friends constantly get injured, because they usually come to you to get FIXED UP. You may not be adept at sewing, but understand the art and finesse of SUTURES, and are willing to remedy ALMOST ANY TROLL. However, this deep respect for healing makes you SOMEWHAT PANICKY while around SEADWELLERS and other higherbloods. You are unreasonably afraid that they might want to CULL you because you are so nice to other trolls, and try to make them DIE LESS OFTEN. It's so bad sometimes your palms get INCREDIBLY CLAMMY and your legs start to shake while in the same room as them. In fact, your emotions tend to be so unstable, you have a hard time SPEAKING to a lot of seadwellers. However, if some weird kind of shit goes down, you are UTTERLY READY to knock some unlucky troll's head OFF ITS SHOULDERS. This is all due to the fact that you have UNSTABLE EMOTIONS. A good nap with some SUNKIST will invariably calm you down.
Several trolls consider you to be something like the VILLAGE TWO-WHEELED DEVICE when it comes to AUSPISTICING. Many of your FRIENDS have asked you to auspisticize for them, because you have some uncanny understanding for how to make two trolls CHILL THE FUCK OUT, sort of. The one thing you don't know how to make chill out is your LIZARDBEAST LUSUS. In fact, you feel about ready to SLAY that thing because it BLINDED YOUR LEFT EYE is some kind of "weird plot shit maneuver" (whatever that means.) You feel that no amount of sunkist and plush creatures will calm your ABSOLUTE RAGE over suddenly gaining VISION ONE-FOLD. You try to keep this rage UNDER-WRAPS because you hate DRAWING ATTENTION to yourself, but you have no idea how long you'll be able to keep that shit up.
Your trolltag is abnegativeAnaesthesia and yo-u talk lIke thereIs an eyelash o-r branch in yo-ur eye o-r somethIng [e.-]
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>Be the other troll.
Your name is CHIARA ENVOGE. You are roughly 7 sweeps old and you are the lowest of the low. You've lived on Alternia for as long as you can remember. Not much has changed. You DO NOT respect HIGHBLOODS because of how they treat low class. You are a THEIF and you STEAL from others. Since you CANNOT afford much, YOU MAKE DO. Instead of putting yourself down because of your blood color, you are very fond of it.
Your LUSUS has taught you everything she knows to be the best of the best in stealing. Being brought up by a SABER TOOTH TIGER has it's perks. You've learned to never leave anything behind because she will not think twice to rip it apart. None the less you love your lusus very much. She has taken such good care of you durring the past few sweeps and you wouldn't be what you are today without her.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CHAINKIND. You consider it to be because it's just two mini scyths with a chain attached to each end. That is your FAVORIT WEAPON to use because it becomes very handy and maybe it will CUT YOUR FINGERS because you tend to keep it in tip top shape and sharp. You are also very good at using KNIVES and SWORDS is you do not or cannot get your weapon. You do not always rely on these weapons thought. Your TEETH and CLAWS are very sharp and strong to cut through most objects you encounter. You are also a very good climber if you do say so yourself.
Your FETCH MODUS is SCRATCHKIND. You would have to scratch the card in order to open it. Although this method doesn't take much effort, you'd have to watch NOT TO BREAK YOUR NAILS or else the card won't open. You have thought of changing it but you simply do not have the time because you are an OUTCAST and you have to KEEP ON THE MOVE most of the time not to get caught by PEOPLE CHASING you after their belongings!
Name: Chiara Envoge
Age: Rougly 7 sweeps
Lusus: Saber tooth tiger
Strife Specibi: Chainkind
Fetch Modus: Scratchkind
Quirk: Uses capitals, no periods at the end of sentances. Has grammar mistakes sometimes but doesn't fix them. Uses emoticons such as: >:3 , 3:< , >: ? and so on.
Abilities: Very good at useing swords and knives. Can climb well and has strong claw/teeth.
Personality: Trickster, mysterious, uses sarcasm, can express emotions clearly but doesn't do it around others; masks it with happy-craziness.
Title: Kinght of Rage
Land: Land of Night and Lights (LONAL)
Trolltag: midnightHuntress [MH] and You type like thi2! With a lot of exclamation mark2 and emoticon2! >:3 And in2tead of using an 's' you use a '2' Hahaha~
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>Be the slightly odd one...
Your name is VEEZA SHALTOS and you are about 7 sweeps old. You've only seen your blood color once or twice but you're actually quite AMAZED by your NEON GREEN BLOOD. Not much really goes on at your hive, which makes life UNBEARABLY boring for you.
You would leave and adventure around, if only your hive was not located on top of a tall, steep, rocky, MOUNTAIN. Even though you actually have made it down once before though. It was difficult and dangerous but you made it. Sadly your LUSUS stopped you and flew you back up.
Your LUSUS is a big horned DRAGON. He guards your mountain like you are a trapped princess in a tower. Which makes you wonder sometimes if you are. Which leaves you bored and alone in your little TOWER. The only things you have to keep yourself amused are your computer games, PESTERCHUM, and your tiny music device which is always playing in your ears.
On occasion you have UNWANTED guest outside your door and get to deal with them before your LUSUS spots them. Which you handle them just fine with your STRIFE SPECIBUS, 2xMACEKIND, a double headed, deadly mace. If only it wasn't on occasion, you sometimes wished it happend more often so you could use your weapon more.
But other than that you just sit at your computer and randomly pester other trolls. Since your such a HAPPY-GO-LUCKY troll, no one really can upset you or bring you down, seeing as you find a way to get along with about everyone you bump into. Unless they just flat out ignore you. Which even though slightly upseting, you let it go and let them be.
Your trolltag is psychoticRhapsody, and YoU TeeeNd To TyPeee LiKeee ThIs
"WHAAAT? YOU DON'T WAAANAAA PLAAAY WITH MEEE?...HEEE HEEE....."
Last edited by TasteeJustice; 07-13-2012 at 01:24 AM. Reason: Added something new
Your name is SC-It…
Lets start again. Your name is BLAENK WAHALL and you are a STRANGE ONE.
You are 6.92 SWEEPS OLD. You live FAR AWAY from other hives, although not so far away as to be classed a HERMIT or something. No you are far from a hermit. You enjoy getting out of your HIVE whenever you can, you don’t wish to speak about WHY its so far away. That’s just how it is.
You come off as a bit insane, although that is not the case you are in full POSSESSION of your MENTAL FACULTYS you just have some… pressing issues.
Other people often get the feeling that you are not looking at them, or that you are looking past them. Some people have commented that they feel like you are looking through them, or just unnervingly observing them even if you aren’t looking. You aren’t sure what the CAUSE of this would be.
Okay you lied, you KNOW why this is but its another one of the things you would rather not talk about.
What else is there to say about you? Well you often will flail one of your arms around as if you’re trying to hit something that isn’t even there, THIS is a part of the reason why you come off as INSANE and is yet another thing you would rather not ELABORATE ON at this current time.
Your trollian handle is breachedContainment and you talk in a manner that is [REDACTED] and also very [DATA-EXPUNGED]
Addendum- upon deciding that it is not very important you have decided that you would like to inform [REDACTED] that you sometimes censor yourself.
Name: Blaenk Wahall
Age: 6.92 Sweeps
Blood colour: Indigo
Quirk: If censoring just one part of a sentence he will say [REDACTED] if removing a large piece of information from his speech he will say [DATA-EXPUNGED]
when making corrections he will say "Addendum-" followed by whatever correction he needs to make.
Personality: Generally cheery and excited but with a slight seriousness about him.
EYEBROWS ON ALL OF THE THINGS!
WoooWooooo, Posting a Reboot of my oldest fantroll: Spehxa! All previous canon interaction is wiped clean with this reboot!
Your name is SPHEXA ANKYRA
and you’re not at all a very good SEADWELLER. Despite your noble caste and rich purple blood you’ve always been taken advantage of and bossed around by your equals. This is probably due to the fact you’re UTTERLY SPINELESS, though, you like to think that all seadwellers (aside from yourself) are jerks. Taking action is TERRIFYING and just thinking about standing up for yourself is enough to make you break out into a COLD SWEAT. In the end it’s a lot easier putting up with all the bullshit’ confrontation is for all those other trolls out there.
It is your nature to RUN AWAY FROM TROUBLE no matter how high the cost. That’s why, at 5 sweeps old, you decided that you’d had it with your UNDERWATER LIFE. You raised anchor and made the long swim to land, forcing your SLOW, GIANT AXOLOTL LUSUS to carry your most PRIZED PERSONAL BELONGINGS. Sure you had to leave your FANTASTIC HIVE, which spanned the gap between two sheer walls of a CHASM, for a crappy CAVE ON THE BEACH; at least you don’t have to deal with those pesky seadwellers anymore! Right?
Aside from your INNATE COWARDICE you are a generally PLEASANT TROLL. You’re happy to joke with anyone and engage in lighthearted conversation. The only problem you seem to have in the socialization area is the fact you’re a COMPULSIVE LIAR. You’ll pretty much tell any kind of story to make yourself sound cooler than you actually are. This isn’t too much of a problem, so long as you’re over TROLLIAN, but face to face things can get messy. And fast. If someone catches you in a lie you generally try to SPIN AN EVEN BIGGER LIE. If they saw through a little lie clearly MORE LIES can solve the problem!
When you’re not running away from your problems or lying to people, you’re living in a WORLD OF YOUR OWN. You believe very strongly in the existence of THE OLD GODS, a mythical race of beings that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking were real. You’ve based your THEORIES about them around odds and ends you’ve found on your various adventures on the ocean floor, none of which really CONSTITUTING EVIDENCE, but it’s enough for you to pretend does! Every once in a while you’ll attempt to show others your COMPILED “PROOF” which is, of course, a terrible mistake.
Your strife specibus is PLUNGER KIND, accidentally assigned when you were young!
Your lusus is a well-meaning but absentee Axolotl.
Your blood color is seadweller purple(#890074)
You’re 7 sweeps old.
You use the COIN PURSE modus, all the coins look almost exactly the same so it takes forever to get what you want.
Your trolltag is chimericalAegis and you 2pe4k with 4 deep reverence 4 the old god2 th4t 4re tot4lly re4l 4nd not f4ke!!!!
Your name is REVEIL AVEULE. You are a troll of no more than 6 sweeps of age. As is your most BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TRAIT, you are quite apparently BLIND, your eyes permanently shut. Additionally, one of your HORNS has been broken off. Both injuries are a result of conflict with your LUSUS, a huge RAM who had a tendency of trying to murder you when you were younger, though he did not succeed. Unfortunately, as a result of the mauling, you are left quite DISTRESSED and PARANOID internally, and, in constant fear of RAMMICUS, BLOODMONGER, you rarely sleep. You aren't sure you trust that SOPOR SLIME anyway, it always seems to make you ANGRIER when you do sleep, so you try to avoid it to keep a LEVEL HEAD and have your wits about you. After all, your hearing must be on peak awareness in order to hear RAMMICUS coming, and avoid him successfully.
However, when not avoiding your GIANT DEATH RAM, you lead a much calmer and more civilized life. Though you may come across as slightly CYNICAL, you also consider yourself fairly WITTY and WELL ADJUSTED, though this is open to debate, as you often way too heavily into misery. You spend a lot of time either on TROLLIAN, a decent chat client, on which you have installed an automatic text transcription software, or listening to CLASSICAL or ORCHESTRAL music, which you have an extraordinary taste in. You also play a bit of music; namely, the PIANOFORTE, an antique that you have kept in excellent condition. It could be said that you pursue these GENTLEMANLY interests because you feel like you have to prove your intelligence and class as a RUSTBLOOD. It could also be said that you simply enjoy these types of interests on their own, and you should shut your damn face you don't know me.
On the inevitable occurrence that you will play SGRUB to save yourself from an untimely fate with asteroids, it is very likely that you will become a MAGE OF LIFE and commune with SNAKE CONSORTS in the LAND OF SAND AND TEMPLES. You will also heavily employ both your PRIORITY QUEUE MODUS for inventory management, and CANE STRIFE SPECIBUS for gentle-manliness, navigation, and combat versatility.
Your TROLLIAN HANDLE is classyRiser, and You type splendidly but only use one fullstop for punctuation.
warning warning incoming repost
>Something something something troll
You are now VADOSA PRAEL. And not to brag or anything, but you are pretty much PERFECT.
If it's not already clear, as a VIOLET BLOOD, you're far and above superior to ninety percent of the troll population. Your blood color isn't the only reason you're so superior of course, but it certainly is a help. No, in addition to that glorious royal purple flowing through your veins, you've got your WITS; there's more brains in your left pinky finger than most trolls have in their whole bodies. Maybe literally, nobody's really sure how troll biology works. And you've got the BRAWN to back it up: as a seadweller, you have a lot of innate strength, but frankly you seem to take it to FRIGHTENING EXTREMES.
It's too bad everything you've ever wanted is handed to you on a SILVER PLATTER, or else all that potential might actually be used for something.
Yes, it's unfortunate, but you just can't seem to set LONG TERM GOALS. As a result, your actions tend to be dictated entirely by whimsy and circumstance. As per troll culture, that usually results in a MASSIVE BODY COUNT. It's possible that ALIENS might judge your capacity for murder harshly, but it's really MORE OR LESS IN KEEPING with any highblood attitude toward culling. Because really, what highblood doesn't love ordering a pair of random redbloods to fight to the death, and to take potshots at them with a crossbow if they refuse (or even if they don't)? NONE OF THEM, that's who.
In addition to CULLING, your whimsy will often take a slightly less sociopathic but no less dangerous turn when you get in the mood to go on ADVENTURES. Adventures are no fun SOLO, though, so you're always sure to drag along a few UNLUCKY SAPS to act as meatshields or toys for when you inevitably get bored.
Gosh though you know what would be cool? PSYCHIC POWERS. Man if you could make trolls' heads explode from fifty feet away that would be an awesome thing. Too bad highbloods don't get to have psychic powers, trading that in for increased longevity and immunity to the stuff, but a girl can dream.
On your off days, you can often be found in your UNDERWATER CITADEL OF DOSA working on whatever project has caught your eye this time. These projects may be as varied as BUILDING A BUTLERBOT to PAINTING A MURAL WITH THE FRESHLY HARVESTED BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES. The one thing all these projects have in common is that they will never, ever actually be finished. Your hive is littered with half-built butlerbots and half-painted doomurals, among other things. A pity, that. If you had the attention span you might actually be able to produce something MAGNIFICENT.
As befits a noble lady such as yourself, you are a proficient user of the completely illogical FANKIND strife specibus, which is far more deadly than it has any right to be, most likely because this is all FICTION. Your modus is the COLORS MODUS, which allows you to carry limited quantities of items in various CAPTCHALOGUE COLOR CARDS. You currently have the most ORANGE CAPTCHALOGUE COLOR CARDS, because orange is the best color.
Online, you go by the trolltag noblessePrivilege and ~nobody~ makes tildes look better than ~you~ do.
I have fantrolls now apparently it seems.
>Be the mystery solving teal blood.
Haha, Yes that is me... I think.//
When you were young, around 3 or 4 sweeps, your lusus was killed and fed to another troll's lusus. You witnessed your own Lusus being slain infront of you. You didn't even have time to mourn over it's body before it was snatched up and taken away. You consider this event one of the most important and horrible things that had ever happened to you. It was the moment you decided you wanted to grow up to be a Detecteviscerator. So that you could be able to solve the mystery of who killed your lusus. Although you've always suspected it was some Seadweller's Lusus who did the deed. The mystery will most likely never be solved, but over the years the hurt sort of subsided. Although it is still there and it is why you have a distrust of most seadwellers, because they are all possible suspects in an unsolvable mystery.
Right after your Lusus was killed you spent most of your time hiding in your hive, Afriad the other troll's Lusus would come back. It took a long time for you to work up the courage to go outside. Your old hive was located on a hill just outside a large grouping of hives. You wandered the streets of that place for a while before you befriended an Olive-Blooded troll who was about your age. You really disliked staying at your now empty hive. So you began staying at your friends, First for a few days, then weeks until finally you have moved in about a sweep after meeting him. you've been best friends and Hive-mates. Even his Cat-like Lusus began taking a liking to you. Although it was initailly very distrustful of you. But eventially he warmed up to you. You never got as close to him as your friend was. You sometimes wonder what would have happened if you had met your friend later in life, Would he have tried to kill you? You certainly would have been an easy target even though you were of a higher blood then him. You suppose you were lucky that you were both so young when you met.
You passed your days Practicing being a Detecteviscerator, Staging pretend crime scenes and mysteries that you would solve to help you to get an idea of how to solve mysteries. Occasionally your Friend would stumble into these mysteries and unwittingly become a suspect. A few times even his Lusus would become a player in those childish mysteries. Sometimes you would get involved in real mysteries. Such as who broke the viewing apparatus. They usually never amounted to much but you always managed to solve them. Eventually you grew out of making up your own mysteries, because you already knew what happened. Maybe if you could somehow forget what happened it might have been more challenging.
Your other hobbies include collecting and maintaining rare Nunchucks, for some reason they always appealed to you. Maybe something to do with the sound they make when you swing them around. You also have a habit of destroying technology. Not on purpose or anything, It's usually an accident involving said nunchucks. You enjoy strolling around the Communal hive system that your hive is located in, looking for crime, although you never find it. You also enjoy Coffee and other sugary or caffeinated substances
You sort of feel like a odd ball, in almost every way. Because of your childhood and your dreams. The one thing that you are truly confident in is your abilities as a Detecteviscerator. You are so confident that you call yourself a Junior Detective all the time, sometimes even when introducing yourself. But you realize that makes you look even Weirder.
Name: Jakobi Gumsho
Blood color: Teal
Age: 8 sweeps
Weapon: Nunchuck Kind/ Revolver Kind/ Sometimes Riflekind (not often though)
Fetch Modus: Notepad
Domain and Aspect: Sleuth of Mind
Land: Land of Labyrinths and Water
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>Be the seadweller highblood.
Your name is TEROSI VOLITA and you are 9 SWEEPS OLD.
You live in a SUNKEN SHIP with your LUSUS, which is a LARGE LION FISH.
You tend to be SOMEWHAT BLUNT, as you usually don't think before you speak. You don't have to, being a VIOLETBLOOD. Most people just IGNORE you. You get IRRITATED when LOWBLOODS get out line. You figure everyone has a PLACE and they should GET USED TO IT. It's not your fault you're a SEADWELLER. Some of your FRIENDS would say that you can be RUDE, but never to anyone near your CASTE. On the contrary, you're qutie the CHARMER when talking to HIGHBLOODS.
You absolutely love MODEL MAKING. You particularly enjoy making TINY HIVES. You make them from things found in NATURE; none of this MODEL KIT NONSENSE. As a SEADWELLER, you also enjoy FISHING and keeping what you catch. As a result of this, you have A LOT OF PETS. Or, SNACKS, depending on how hungry your LUSUS is. You've always wanted to try FLARPING, but everyone you know is TOO COOL to even consider doing such a NERDY THING.
You hate being BORED. You always have to be doing something, or else you get a little WHINY. You have an IRRATIONAL FEAR of BUTTERFLIES. You believe they are PURE EVIL, with their ABILITY TO FLY and PRETTY COLORS.
You don't trust easily. This is probably due to some TRAUMATIC CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCE. Or maybe you just think people would do the same things you would if you heard your secrets.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is SPEARKIND and you use the PUZZLE FETCH MODUS. If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME you would be the THIEF OF VITALITY on the LAND OF VIGOR AND SPRINGS, which is inhabited by MYSTERIOUS ORANGE KANGAROOS.
Your trolltag is natricineOphidian and you (enclosse your wordss... in a bubble... sspeak with... a ssertain deliberation... and have... a sslight hissss)
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