Trollslum 10: Index for fantroll profiles

[Silvy]

Your name is LENORA AUXILA and you are nearly ALWAYS nervous.

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It comes with being so low on the HEMOSPECTRUM! Or, at least, thats what you tell others. They tend to believe you, seeing as you are a LIME-BLOODED troll, with blood closer to YELLOW than GREEN. Though, it's a bit of a LIE, there are other reasons to why you're always NERVOUS, but those aren't important right now.

You are currently 8 SWEEPS of age, and you don't have much else to say about that. You currently live with your MATESPRIT in his HIVE, which is on an ISLAND, much to your DISMAY. You'll get over it, though, you always do. And... Well, if you don't, at least you TRIED, right?

You don't do much, anymore, not since the INCIDENT, as you call it. You used to do lot's of things! EXPLORING, HUNTING, all that great stuff! You still go out HUNTING, sometimes, but not as often anymore, seeing as you really don't need to. You occupy yourself nowadays with CLEANING, keeping everything and anything SPARKLING CLEAN. Everything must look normal! Nothing must be out of place! You must look like theres nothing wrong with you!

Clearly, there is quite a bit off with you. You're fairly NERVOUS, as stated beforehand, of... Well, pretty much ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. There is a big reason, for this, though! A WHILE ago, you were TAKEN by a SEADWELLER, who was NOT NICE, not nice at all. She was very VIOLENT, and not only HURT you PHYSICALLY, also kind of messed you up in the head, a bit. You call it the INCIDENT nowadays, not willing to say much more about it.

You tend to be very STUBBORN, refusing to admit you need help or want help most all the time. It takes a lot of CONVINCING to get you to agree to let someone help you, and even then you aren't too happy about it. You just want to prove that you're able to take care of yourself, but, unfortunately, you tend to have VERY BAD LUCK, getting involved in things that end up with you getting HURT. This causes your MOIRAIL (and sometimes your KISMESIS, even!) to get kind of UPSET, sometimes, so you try not to tell him about it.

You can protect yourself, though! This is something you do not seem to stress enough. You've got your trusty PISTOL to help protect you in the worst of situations. Though, you don't actually show it off too much. You don't really DO much to protect yourself, seeing as you ARE NOT ALLOWED to stand up to HIGHBLOODS, and most everyone is HIGHER than you. You do know where to DRAW the line, though! Most of the time you just get too NERVOUS to actually put your foot down.

Not all HIGHBLOODS tend to scare you, though, just the ones with FINS! You were SKITTISH around them before the INCIDENT, all that horrible SEADWELLER managed to do was cause you to SHAKE and STUTTER every time one gets near. She also helped you out with your fear of LARGE BODIES OF WATER! Though, that was always there, OATS has always told you to stay away from them, so you always were sort of TERRIFIED of what lurks under there.

OATS is your lusus! A lovely little BLEAT-BEAST, or GOAT, she's very OVERPROTECTIVE and tends to send DEATH-GLARES at anyone who gets close to you. It makes HUGS and KISSES kind of awkward, but, hey! At least she's trying to protect you.

You tend to be very POLITE, always KISSING up to HIGHBLOODS and trying to STAY OUT of trouble, which... For some reason, gets you lots of FRIENDS! So, while you're not out doing something crazy with your MATESPRIT, you're on TROLLIAN, where you're known as cheekyGoats! You tend to ||m|tate your lus||'s horns, and try to be as pol|te as poss|ble! W-when you get nervous, though, you can't help b-but stutter a b|t, um, S|r.

If you were to play that one game, SGRUB, you think, you'd end up as the MAID OF HOPE, who travels around in THE LAND OF HILLS AND SONG, with cute little SONGBIRDS that help you find your way around!

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Name: Lenora Auxila
Age: 8 Sweeps
Blood color: Some weird lime green, B3CD00
Trolltag: cheekyGoats
Quirk: Replaces i with | and I with ||, calls trolls 'S|r' or 'M|ss'
Land: The Land of Hills and Song (LoHaS)
Title: Maid of Hope
Quadrants:
Matesprit (Lyuben)
Moirail (Sharma)
Kismesis (Eniine)

[taurusJustified]

It seems that the link to the Alterniabound talk sprites is broken.

[Thunder Reign]

WEEKLY ROUNDUP: 30/06/12 EDITION

This week we had 17 trolls posted!

1. scalyHerpetologist's blue Divnie Svanir, M
2. Lovenu's yellow Petela Gallus and our TROLL OF THE WEEK, F
3. Lovenu's seadweller Charia Arodon, F
4. scalyHerpetologist's green Chamae Pumilu, F
5. Juggalette2xcombo's ...???.... Spectre, M
6. AnonymousPerson's.... ???.... Siren, F
7. Wyde's brown Salbur Calcos, M
8. Flamerider64's green Litmen Akwenn, F
9. Jarzii's blue Aeraki Raphis, M
10. FubbalyWubbaly's mustard-lime Jezima Derika, F
11. Lovenu's indigo Tristi Fossor, F
12. Majora787's indigo Criger Zaeknok, M
13. unqualifiedParadoixer's indigo Othila Spinel, F
14. Teslamagnetic Integration's indigo Arluin Beveux, M
15. taurusJustified's olive Markus Cerise, M
16. alphaBrain's jade Jashar Relsod, F
17. 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.

[Kendov]

> 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.

[PrussianMoose]

((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!!!!!!

[Fexxos Vyront]

Repost of strifedTechnician.

==> BE HONEY-SWEET

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Your name is FEXXOS VYRONT, and you’re 8.75-ish SOLAR SWEEPS. About time, really. You have yellow blood, or as you’ve been told in some situations, “HONEYBLOOD”. It’s really best not to ask.

You live in a COMMUNAL HIVESTEM towards the EDGE OF YOUR CITY. It’s not elegant living, but it works, and that’s really ALL YOU NEED. Your LUSUS, a giant praying mantis who you call MANTISMOM, has been with you all your life and occasionally ATTEMPTS TO CONSUME THE HEADS OF YOUR POTENTIAL MATESPRITS, which is a bit of a struggle for you.

Speaking of matesprits, you have a FUNNY STORY about-! Oh… No, BETTER NOT TELL THAT ONE. You see, you have a tendency to say things that may or may not be… strictly appropriate. You’re GETTING BETTER, you swear! But sometimes… THINGS SLIP. Like the, uh, the honeyblood thing, let’s PRETEND YOU DIDN’T MENTION THAT, ahahaha…

You have another LESS DESIRABLE TENDANCY, depending on how you look at it and WHO EXACTLY IS DECIDING what is and isn’t desirable. You SUBMIT more easily to OTHER’S WILLS, that is to say… well… it’s not hard for you to BE PUSHED AROUND. If you didn't have any COMMON SENSE, someone could probably CONVINCE YOU TO JUMP OFF A CLIFF.

Ah! But enough about that, let’s talk about what YOU DO ENJOY! For one, you like playing VIDEO GAMES, the LESS COMBAT-focused the better. You PREFER THE STORY behind the game mechanics than HOW PAINFUL THEY ARE when you kill someone with them.

Another activity you like doing is STUDYING! Ah, wait. No, STUDYING MEDICINE! You have a SILLY DREAM in the back of your head to BE A DOCTOR, but the most you feel you can ever ASPIRE TO BE is a COMBAT MEDIC. But the more you know, the BETTER YOUR CHANCES! … Right?

This hopeless OPTIMISM is NOT ABSOLUTE, however. It’s not hard to RUIN YOUR NIGHT, and some higher bloods take great pride in doing so. You don’t know why you allow yourself to walk past them on your nightly errands, BUT YOU DO. The reason, which you are unaware of, is your SELF-DESTRUCTIVE INFERIORITY COMPLEX. These personal, deep seeded beliefs that you are less than you actually are, EVEN COUNTING YOUR BLOOD COLOR, are detrimental to you. So much so that your SPIRIT is EASILY CRUSHED, and your FULL POTENTIAL in real-world situations is LIMITED GREATLY.

Speaking of limited potential, your BLOOD comes with a small perk: TELEKINESIS. It’s weak, and you’ve tested your limits before. You can only lift 10 pounds, and you can only move 7 pounds. This ability you regard as TOTALLY USELESS. Shame you don’t realize how USEFUL YOU ACTUALLY ARE, otherwise you’d be able to muster up the strength to do TEN TIMES THAT. But you aren't even aware how self-deprecating you actually are, so THE POINT IS MOOT.

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§. <…>

<?!> But… §ometime§ thing§ get a little out oƒ hand and it make§ you nervou§¡ Ehe… heh… hehehe…¿ <!?>

<!!> 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:

SGrub:
Heir of Shape
Land of Spheres and Leaves
Prospit

Fetch Modus:
Array

Strife Specibi:
2xscytheKind, syringeKind

[Veriama]

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.

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thank you finepoint for magicing and making this sprite amazing fdjklf!!

wow that sure is a face a lusus couldn't love, isnt it

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

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...Oh, alright. You're sort of a SOCIOPATH. You are RIDICULOUSLY SADISTIC, POINTLESSLY CRUEL, ARROGANT, MANIPULATIVE... DOWNRIGHT UNLIKEABLE, as well as so OFF THE HOOK with your own emotions you can barely keep them contained enough to chat NORMALLY on a COMPUTER. You're also paradoxically really CHILDISH and HYPOCRITICAL and really you're just a ball of negative character traits. What is wrong with you? Violent outbursts of yours aren't UNCOMMON, and they also aren't all that SURPRISING, knowing you. (Really, this was completely EXPECTED. You talk like a creep. You're always excited and you say really weird shit sometimes. Nobody is fooled by this. Nobody would be fooled by this. You suck.)

You have MULTITUDES upon MULTITUDES of various STUFFED ANIMALS, and a BEAUTIFUL pair of scissors with which you MAIM and CUT THEM APART- the floor of your room is almost perpetually covered in STUFFING and DISEMBODIED HEADS and LEGS. You mainly do this to relieve stress- or, uh, just when you get bored. Who knew that stabbing something with scissors could be so RELAXING? (You know this, because you do this all of the time.) SCISSORS are your (illogical) weapon of choice, and you actually tend to get a little STAB-HAPPY with them- getting you to stop once you've gotten started is a FEAT in itself. Oops.

You are also NARCOLEPTIC-- or something like that. You attempt to keep your terrible habit of falling asleep randomly to yourself, though really, how much that works is highly debatable, especially when you happen to be CHATTING with someone right before you FALL ASLEEP and leave them HANGING. Sometimes you can cover it up. Other times, they're way too PERCEPTIVE. Have we mentioned that you HATE perceptive people? What you would do to stab them. Stab them so many times. Hahaha. Ahah. ....Hah.

Speaking of things you keep to yourself, your incredibly low position on the hemospectrum has granted you a power. You act as some sort of large 'damper'- suppressing other troll's powers subconsciously, and with the ability (with focus) to slow other's thoughts down. Make them SLUGGISH. Even make them fall asleep, or make them too addled to think straight. It's a secret- after all, wouldn't it be more strategically viable that you took some lowblood with powers by surprise, or used your power to manipulate someone? Your power doesn't lack it's fair share DOWNSIDES, though- especially with suppressing other's powers. The problem is that you just can't seem to find a way to ever turn it off- speaking either about your lack of fucks to give about practicing that aspect of your power, or just speaking about the fact that you suck in general. Your inability to turn this off means that when you chance across someone with a particularly powerful psychic talent, you get exhausted and drained all too easily- and you've even passed out once or twice from it. Terribly embarrassing.

Really, though, aside from the whole TOTALLY UNLIKEABLE and CRAZY AS BALLS thing, you'd say you're a fairly normal troll. You'd say you're a PERFECTLY normal one, in fact. You have an interest in FASHION, other people's BUSINESS, talking to people, SEWING and harming other people/orchestrating their misery/demise. And lying. That too. And functionally abusing your poor, delusional blinded MOUSE lusus. And you also like flirting and weirding other people out. And tons of other stuff, really. You social butterfly, you! Just a ball of completely healthy hobbies and habits. Congratulations.

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...!!!!!!|/

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this bitch.........


name: ekotra vesper
gender: a gorl
age: 7.85 sweeps
trolltag: astrumForfex
quirk: starts with \|, ends with |/, replaces capital L with / and capital I with |
title: witch of heart
land: land of shards and spires
consorts: puppiiieesss
blood: #a7372c rustybrown. Hue 5
strife specibus: scissorkind. most illogical weapon ever. secretly she only uses scissors because she allocated scissors to her strife specibus to stop losing them
power: can make people all sluggish/hard for them to think. also suppressing other powers. i'm terrible at explaining
fetch modus: array i cant be bothered with dis crap
lusus: a mouse a mouse squeak squeak
dream planet: pro spit
symbol: xvii 17 hello roman numerals
tarot: ...the star. i'm an awful person.
ancestor: the general; delciese jeistige. otherwise known as the fashion disaster. ekotra knows jack shit about her ancestor. nobody is surprised
man what else can i even put here: ijdsglkasd
session: tarotscratched... i dunno if ill ever rp her out of there but w/e w/e i might



junk

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[CraftyJongleur]

>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_

[CraftyJongleur]

>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.

[Dudemaster47]

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>Be the empath with the zombie lusus: MURETA

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Your name is MURETA CHOROT and you have the power of EMPATHY.

Obviously, not regular run-of-the-mill empathy. You're talking empathy of the psychic, semi-telepathic variety. Essentially, you FEEL OTHER PEOPLE'S EMOTIONS, so long as they're nearby, and, unfortunately, TEND TO ACT ON THEM INSTEAD OF YOUR OWN. It's a bit frustrating, really. You're a bit unsure whether you're feeling your own emotions or someone else's at times...of course, you aren't as affected by highbloods as you are lowbloods, but you can feel the stronger emotions of most landdwelling highbloods (you get nothing from seadwellers, though). This often getsyou into trouble with the angrier ones...of course, you're fairly good at FLEEING FOR YOUR LIFE when in a pinch. You also have a tendency to mimic other people's body language. It became something of a habit, as you would mimic visual cues to match what you were feeling. You're not totally aware that you're doing it, though, and you'll usually stop if you're told. However, it tends to look like you're MOCKING the other person, which is occasionally the case.

You are quite ANTI-SOCIAL, preferring to hole yourself away in your hive for long periods in order to AVOID CONTACT WITH OTHER TROLLS. It's not that you don't want friends, of course, but you're always worried about the EMOTIONAL CONSEQUENCES of being around others. So, instead you have developed a passion for SOULLESS COMPUTERS, finding joy in collecting and tinkering with them, frequently finding old scrapped computers and seeing what parts you can salvage. In fact, you're pretty good at it, being able to build computers from the ground up and modify them in ways most people wouldn't think was possible. Of course, it's not just BUILDING computers that you enjoy. You have a passion for the arts of both PROGRAMMING and HACKING, and you're something of a self-proclaimed expert at both. You're generally pretty creative with your coding, finding new and creative ways to design codes made to wreck UTTER ANNIHILATION upon other computers. You're also something of an AMATEUR ELECTRICIAN and ELECTRONICS EXPERT, so you don't usually limit yourself to computers but have also modified a few GAMING SYSTEMS and your TELEVISION. You even managed to make the tv pick up radio signals instead of tv programs...you're still trying to get it to work normally again, though. You also have a passion for PERCUSSIVE INSTRUMENTS, having found an old beat-up drum set in one of your many SALVAGE MISSIONS and instantly falling in love. You have no sense of rhythm.

Most of your contact with others is through TROLLIAN, since your power doesn't work through the internet. When you're not mimicking others, you try to be pretty friendly...but you tend to be a bit mocking and sarcastic, and you sometimes go a little overboard with it. You're a bit insecure with yourself, since you never really know whether you're feeling your own emotions.You have a great deal of difficulty forming meaningful relationships, since you can't tell if you're forming a real emotional connection with someone or if you're just imitating the other person. This is especially true for your quadrants, leading you to want to give up and accept your inevitable death at the hands of the culling drones. You try not to let it bother you too much, though. Your lusus is a DESERT JACKAL. She taught you how to hunt and fight when you were younger, although you never really TOOK TO IT very much. However, after about a sweep in the desert, you moved into an open hivestem in the city (you moved out of the desert after an online friend suggested you moved closer to him so you could hang out, a chance that you jumped at before you knew about your ability). Unfortunately, your lusus never really liked the city and she started howling incessantly during the day. As a result, you've taken up HUNTING on your own time to keep her FED and to SHUT HER UP. While you don't really enjoy killing animals, you do like to GET AWAY FROM IT ALL, using your time in the wilderness to MEDITATE and find your EMOTIONAL CENTER. When you do actually get around to killing things, you like using your TRUSTY SCYTHE, a weapon you like to think you're REALLY SKILLED WITH and...

You know it's a terrible weapon. You needed to get a weapon to defend yourself when you moved into the city and you picked something that looked cool. You aren't really much of a fighter, so...Anyway, your fetch modus is the ENCRYPTION MODUS, one suited for your hacking abilities. Your specibus? scytheKind. Your trolltag is mortalKoder and
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If you were ever to play a CERTAIN GAME with your friends, you would be the MAID OF VOID in the LAND OF NIGHT AND LAKES.

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Name: Mureta Chorot
Blood Color: Yellow, #a1a100
Age: 7 Sweeps
Lusus: Jackal
Power: Psychic Emotional Linking, aka Empathy
Fetch Modus: Encryption
Strife Specibus: scytheKind
Trolltag: mortalKoder
Quirk: ~ath coding, tripled vowels
Title: Maid of Void
Land: Land of Night and Lakes (LONAL)

>Be the wind waker, it's you: KEREIG

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UHHHHHH
I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND THE REFERENCE HERE

>Be the dunce who dresses like the hero from The Legend of Troll Zelda.

I DON'T REALLY GET IT
IS THERE LIKE
I DUNNO
SOME SORT OF JOKE HERE

>...God dammit, just be the forest-dwelling fairy lover.

OH OKAY THAT'S ME



You are TROLL LINK KEREIG DINGAM and you are a WEAPONS ENTHUSIAST. But that's a bit too much into you, so let's start with the basics.

You are something of a PRODIGY when it comes to the ART OF SWORDSTROLLSHIP. Despite your age of 7.5 sweeps, you are already a SWORDMASTER and run a business out of your hive teaching the WAY OF THE SWORD to make ends meet. While you have few students, it is because you rely solely on WORD OF MOUTH, and also because YOU LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST. You know, so that only the most dedicated pupils come and whatnot. Your teaching style is based around the scrolls you found one day, scrolls teaching techniques of swordplay that were passed down to you by your ancestor. You name your style the SWIFTBLADE SWORD AND SHIELD STYLE after him. You are apparently a good teacher as well, although none of your friends have and sort of clue as to how.

Anyway, you generally use what surplus money left over to buy WEAPONS OF ALL KINDS, SHAPES, AND SIZES. While your specialty is the sword, YOU ARE QUITE COMPETENT AT USING ANYTHING. Boomerangs, bows and arrows, flails, swords, shields, staffs and rods, grappling hooks and grappling hook guns, hammers, gauntlets, weaponized special stardust, you name it. Name a weapon, and you can probably start listing off its uses in battle, specific strategies, exactly how to use it, and he'll probably start listing every important user of it as well. Unfortunately, while your teaching skills and knowledge in all things weapons and combat are SUPERB, you aren't exactly good at much else. You are somewhat overly talkative, loud, and you have a habit of coming off as STUPID. This is mainly because you were not schoolfed completely, abandoning it early on in favor of the sword. Thus, you have a LARGE LACK OF GENERAL KNOWLEDGE THAT MOST TROLLS HAVE. You are also kind of stupid, though. Despite your combat ability, you are also EASILY INTIMIDATED. You will generally do what another troll asks of you regardless of status or blood color unless it involves harming yourself or your friends. You AREN'T EXACTLY SURE why this is the case, BECAUSE YOU COULD PROBABLY BEAT MOST TROLLS IN A STRAIGHT FIGHT WITH EASE. You guess you're just not an AGGRESSIVE SORT OF TROLL.

In fact, you are even a HUGE FAN of PUPA PAN. It's your favorite storybook, and taught you to believe in fairies. You totally believe that one day a fairy will rush in through your window and wake you up from a particularly bad, yet strangely prophetic dream so that you and she can go on a HUGE ADVENTURE TOGETHER and maybe even RESCUE A PRINCESS OR SOMETHING. You even styled your outfit after Pupa Pan's. You have no idea that there is a video game series featuring a hero wearing the same outfit who is STRANGELY SIMILAR TO YOU. The humor in this is because the game was loosely based on the HEROIC EXPLOITS of a fictional descendant of your ancestor, the CHAMPION of the ALTERNIAN KNIGHTS. It's also humorous because you are completely different from this character in many ways despite being almost exactly like him, such as lacking a hat or the handsome good looks. And you talk waaay too much.

Your lusus is a LARGE APEBEAST, otherwise known as a GORILLA. You call him GUERRILLA, because you think that naming him after a type of warfare that sounds like his name is A PRETTY NEAT PUN. Your modus is the INVENTORY MODUS. It allows you to select any three items from an "inventory" and have them available for use at any time, although you can't switch them out for a while. Your trolltag is perilInstigator and...
YOU KINDA
TALK REALLY LOUD AND
WELL UH
YOU'RE ALSO A BIT OBNOXIOUS AND KIND OF NERVOUS

If you and your four friends were to play a CERTAIN GAME, you would clearly be the PAGE OF TIME in the LAND OF MASKS AND CLOCKS.

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Name: Kereig Dingam
Blood Color: Jade, #008141
Age: 7 1/2 Sweeps
Lusus: Guerrilla the Gorilla
Fetch Modus: Inventory
Strife Specibus: bladeKind
Trolltag: perilInstigator
Quirk: LOUD AND UH UNSURE I GUESS
Title: Page of Time
Land: Land of Masks and Clocks (LOMAC)

> Be the freak-eyed bee troll: PEZTIS

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>Fine. Be the Mind Honey Entrepreneur.
Much better.



Your name is PEZTIS ARBEHZ and you are a MUTANT FREAK.

Well, no. You aren't truly MUTATED. You instead suffer from several BIRTH DEFECTS, caused by being exposed to MIND HONEY almost IMMEDIATELY AFTER HATCHING. While its origin is utterly bizarre and inexplicable in nature, you suffer from STUNTED PHYSICAL DEVELOPMENT, although your mental abilities are somewhat...HYPERSTIMULATED. As a result, you're extremely small for your age, and you have an odd pair of COMPOUND EYES, as yours did not develop normally during pupation. Due to this, your eyesight is extremely curious. You have 360 DEGREE PERIPHERAL VISION, with the added boon of being HYPER-SENSITIVE TO MOTION. However, you are extremely myopic, to the point that your vision is mostly blobs of color and light without correction. Even with correction, you still CAN'T SEE FOR SHIT.

For all extents and purposes, you are something of a GENIUS. Exceptionally cunning and wily, you have especially keen business instincts, using your lusus's NATURALLY PRODUCED MIND HONEY to profit greatly, even to the extent of being EXTRAORDINARILY WEALTHY. This doesn't come without costs, however. Due to the nature of your mental development, you have several SEVERE PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES. You tend to be paranoid, aggressive, and even randomly violent with little provocation, even if you have been friendly and amicable moments prior. You have a great deal of SELF-LOATHING, even highlighting your outfit with the colors of RUSTBLOODS to make yourself appear as a lowblood. However, you tend to sabotage yourself, frequently using HIGHBLOODED TERMS, generally behaving superior to others, and most curiously of all, pasting your true blood color on your products (in order to help them sell better, of course). You're also extremely frivolous, generally wasting your money on unimportant or excessive things, or even gambling or giving it away.

Your mental development also gave you an extra oddity, the ability to PSYCHICALLY PROJECT INTANGIBLE CLONES OF YOURSELF. This, in combination with your vision and capacity to control all of your clones via hivemind, allows you to be an extremely DIFFICULT AND CONFUSING FOE when fought. This was an ability you used to your advantage in your FLARPING DAYS, although you have long since quit. Instead, you fill your time with VIDEO GAMES, and when you aren't gaming, you mess around with your SYNTHESIZER and compose ELECTRONIC MUSIC. You're something of a WORKAHOLIC as well, spending what time you aren't gaming or musicking working or planning ways to expand your business. Of course, occasionally you take a break to hang out with your moirail or get some coffee. You love coffee.

Anyway, your Fetch Modus is the Russian Roulette Modus, your favorite game of chance. When you pick an item, a revolver appears and you shoot yourself with it. 5/6 of the time, the chamber is empty and you retrieve the item. 1/6 of the time, your sylladex is ejected. Thankfully, the revolver doesn't actually harm you. Your strife specibus is polearmKind, your weapon of choice being ODIN'S STINGER, an energy spear inherited from your ancestor with the capacity of discharging electricity. You use the trolltag parasiticSlayer and you alwayz talk with a weeeeeeird buzzy accent.

If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME with your friends, you would be the PRINCE OF SPACE in the LAND OF CYCLONES AND FROGS.

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Name: Peztis Arbehz
Blood: He ain't saying, but he hides it and uses gray, #C9BFBF
Age: 6 5/6 Sweeps
Lusus: Queen Psion Bee
Power: Swarm Projection
Fetch Modus: Russian Roulette
Specibus: polearmKind
Trolltag: parasiticSlayer
Quirk: S=Z, gets a bit overdramaaaaaatic and buzzes when agitated.
Title: Prince of Space
Land: Land of Cyclones and Frogs (LOCAF)

>Be the mutant robofishbitch: KARZTI

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don7 you fuckin dare call me 7ha7 shi7.

>Be the makeup-less subjugglator hopeful.



Your name is KARZTI RABONE. Despite this being completely obvious, you suffer from the results of an EXTREME ROLEPLAYING ACCIDENT involving A SPECIFIC BLUEBLOODED SPIDERBITCH, which is hardly something you are interested in sharing any more about. In fact, you would greatly appreciate it if the subject could be changed.

A true BLOOD MUTANT, you are a seadweller who has INDIGO BLOOD. Growing up isolated, you could neither fit in with seadwellers or landdwellers, and thus spent the first few sweeps of her life as an ANON, still as isolated but not nearly as much of a pariah. That is, until you found YOUR ANCESTOR'S JOURNAL. Upon your first reading of it, you became enamored with the subjugglators, and soon began PROUDLY WEARING YOUR TRUE COLORS, and following the religion avidly, a belief system which YOU STILL FOLLOW TO THIS DAY. To some extent, anyway. Due to your general isolation and dislike of other seadwellers, you rarely ever ventured into the water even prior to your accident. However, you still live near the sea and enjoy being near the water.

You USED TO FLARP, and it was through this that you met your MOIRAIL, Peztis. Over time, and repeated readings of your ancestor's journal, however, you began to realize that there was a great deal that was severely WRONG with your ancestor. Especially noting the prevalence of sopor slime abuse, and rampant cannibalistic tendencies, you began to fear that YOU WERE SUSCEPTIBLE TO SUCH BEHAVIORS AS WELL. Eventually, this manifested in various BIZARRE PHOBIAS, such as a fear of sopor slime, and a fear of meat. This led to your shunning of sopor slime and the recuperacoon (to the extent that you would rather suffer from nightmares than run the risk of ingesting the slime accidentally in your sleep), as well as your developing a vegetarian appetite. However, you continued to FLARP with your moirail, Peztis, due to enjoying the activity. That is until your accident, of course.

You have several interests, including playing the guitar, having a love of both CLASSIC ROCK and HEAVY METAL. Because you aren't quite as active as you used to be, you are something of a TV AND MOVIE AFICIONADO, your preferences being movies and shows about ROBOTS AND CYBORGS. While you frequently claim that your gardening activities consist mostly of battling with TROLL-EATING PLANTS, you really use that as a cover story to hide a modest vegetable garden, which you uses to grow her own food. Despite seeming tough and abrasive, you're actually QUITE EASILY SPOOKED and VERY IMPRESSIONABLE, and since your accident your list of fears has grown to include things like SALT WATER and ELECTROMAGNETIC PULSES.

And SPIDERS. Especially SPIDERS.

Your fetch modus is the ARRAY MODUS. This is mainly because...well, you don't need any MORE complexity in your life. Your strife specibi are forkKind and roboarmKind, your weapons of choice being your GARDENING FORKS and PITCHFORK, as well as your...robotic arm. Finally, your trolltag is anguishedDevourer and you talk in a way that exa66era7es your 8i7chy and 9ermanen7ly condescendin manner of s9eakin.

If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME with your friends, you would be the SYLPH OF LIGHT in the LAND OF SHINE AND FLAME.

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Name: Karzti Rabone
Blood Color: Indigo, #2b0057
Age: 7 3/4 Sweeps
Lusus: Shark (Deceased)
Modus: Array
Specibus: forkKind, roboarmKind
trolltag: anguishedDevourer
Quirk: Why is 6 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9. Anyway, yeah. 6=G, 7=T 8=B 9=P. Shortens ING to IN in verbs only.
Title: Sylph of Light
Land: Land of Shine and Flame (LOSAF)

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>Be the rare Alternian coolkid: ZERTAM

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well...im ηot that cool but thankζ!

>Fine, be the contented lowblood.

alright theη.



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

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

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

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

You spend most of your time either just chilling or doing various eclectic things that you enjoy doing. These include a bit of movies (whenever you can pull together the cash), your various shopping schemes (always something new), and watching over your moirail and neighbor, Soroki. You're not sure why a jadeblood lives out in the sticks, but you're not complaining. You and tortoisedad just enjoy the variety he brings to the neighborhood. Despite the fact that you tend to sell most things you buy, you do enjoy collecting OLD MOVIE POSTERS to adorn your hive with, like SO OLD THAT THEY HAVE ACTUAL TITLES, and you enjoy old movies in general, ALTHOUGH MOST OF THEM ARE NOWHERE NEAR AS OLD AS YOUR POSTERS.

Enough about you, though. Your strife specibus is rifleKind, your modus is a cheap ASSOCIATIVE ARRAY MODUS, which requires you to select an item through a series of selecting KEY TRAITS, and your trolltag is nonchalantZealot. Also, you talk iη a pretty calm aηd collected faζhioη.

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

> Be the psychotic artist with an explosion fetish: DONNER

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-< well...when...you...put...it...that...way...

>Fine. Be the artist with a knack for booby traps.

-< what...?
-< i...liked...the...firsst...one...better...

>...



Your name is DONNER KERVAN, and YOU LOVE CRAFTING MINES.

Landmines, that is. And mineshafts as well, you're always digging around your lawnring to either EXTRACT MINERALS FROM THE GROUND for your ART or to BOOBY TRAP THIS MINEFIELD EVEN FURTHER, which also is for your ART. See, you are constantly in need of both materials and inspiration for your artistic pursuits of sculpting and painting, and thus you use the clay from the rich deposits beneath your hive and are constantly digging it out of the ground, or you use the scattered remains of your "MODELS" as inspiration for your paintings. Your models are the victims of your mines, and also your source of paint. In your opinion, you could use A LITTLE MORE TRAFFIC TO YOUR HIVE, but victims...er, models come often enough.

You have something of an EXPLOSION FETISH, and an UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH LURING FEMALE TROLLS TO YOUR HIVE. Of course, most of your "models" end up being the matesprits, moirails, and kismesises of the female trolls that you creep on, rather than your creeping victims themselves. You can't help being creepy, it's just how you are. Along with psychotic.

You are, of course, naturally adept at navigating both the minefield that is your lawnring as well as the pitch-black labrynth of mineshafts beneath your hive because of your psychic power, which amounts to a sort of SEISMIC RADAR. See, you're able to sense even small disturbances in the ground, which allows you to sort of "see" three specific things:
- What is in the ground (so you can easily tell where your mines are, as well as find deposits of clay and ores and all that).
- Where the composition of the ground changes (allowing you to figure out where air pockets, and thus your mineshafts are) and...
- Where something is moving in/on the ground (meaning you can pick up footsteps from about 50 feet around you)
So, even when someone manages to successfully navigate your minefield, you just have to hide out in your mines and let them get lost, then you can just ambush them and drive your TRUSTY PICKAXE through their nugbone. Of course, it's actually somewhat migraine inducing in crowded areas, so you tend to only use it if one or two trolls are nearby, or if you're alone.

Your lusus is what some trolls call a "Creeper", and you like to think you inherited your love of explosions from him. Your modus is a Skip List Modus, which creates a random path through about half of your cards each time you open it. It's pretty convenient, although if something isn't in the first card it can take forever to access it if the modus decides to be temperamental. You have two strife specibi, pickaxeKind and bombKind, although the only bombs you ever carry are land mines you've rigged to explode on impact with anything you throw them at.

You have a tendency to get overexcited and full of a sort of bloodlust-filled glee whenever you're talking to prospective vict-"models". However, when you're engaged with friends, you tend to stay a bit more on the intelligent and reserved side, speaking always slowly and carefully. You also enjoy playing boardgames like chess in your free time, usually online or with one of your acquaintances who sometimes visits your neighbors. You also, on occasion, like to take out your anger by punching your least favorite neighbor's tree.

Your trolltag is xerialCanvas and -< you...have...a...tendancy...to...hissss...and...ss ometimess...go...BOOM!

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Name: Donner Kervan
Blood Color: Brown, #a15000
Age: 8 sweeps
Lusus: Creeper
Fetch Modus: Skip List
Strife Specibus: pickaxeKind, bombKind
Trolltag: xerialCanvas
Quirk: puts a little paintbrush in front, and talkss...sslowly...with...an...EXPLOSSIVE...hissss ...

>Be the xenophobic greenblood: SOROKI

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hey fucx ya ya alien zcum

>Yeah. Whatever.



Your name is SOROKI KASNAM and YOU HATE EVERYONE.

Okay, maybe not everyone. You hate everyone who isn't a greenblood. And...maybe a few lowbloods who are cool, you guess. BUT EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO DIE. ESPECIALLY ALIENS (fuck them so hard, you wish the Empress would exterminate the disgusting extra-alternians instead of enslaving them).

Anyway. You are a promoter, practitioner, and mascot of GREENBLOOD SUPREMACY. Which is pretty much just you shouting at people about why they're inferior scum who should be wiped from the face of the planet. You don't have many friends, and even fewer followers. It's pretty much surprising to everyone (including you) that you haven't been culled yet. It is likely due to your INSURMOUNTABLE LUCK, which is not luck at all but a weak, passive form of TELEKINESIS which will only ever work to SAVE YOUR ASS BY MOVING OTHERWISE LETHAL ATTACKS JUST ENOUGH THAT THEY'LL MISS.

You have no idea that all those attacks barely missing you as you RUN THE FUCK AWAY are actually signs of you having this power. You're not really good at PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER. It's pretty much guaranteed that you will never learn that you have this ability.

You are EXTREMELY HOSTILE AND AGGRESSIVE TOWARDS EVERYONE. Which is to say, YOU ARE A MASSIVE BLOWHARD WHO IS INCAPABLE OF TAKING A HINT. You are always picking fights with people who are stronger than you (which is practically everyone) with your trusty BLADARANG. And then you abscond because they're probably about to kick your ass at that point.

ANYWAY, your scars are something of an embarrassment, having come from your ZEBRA LUSUS kicking you in the FACE at a young age of JUST HAVING CRAWLED OUT OF THE TRIAL CAVERNS. This is also why you're so angry all the time.

And why you talk with a funny accent.

And why you aren't really too bright.

And why you aren't capable of consciously controlling your PASSIVE TELEKINESIS.

And why you tend to get a lot nicer for a little while when you get knocked on the head. Oh, was that not mentioned? Yeah, it happens. You don't actually know that, since you don't actually remember it when it happens. So, of course, you make it seem like you got the scars in some sort of awesome fight where you totally destroyed some asshole who gave you lip or something.

Enough about your hate. You enjoy hanging out with your moiral and generally SHOPPING FOR THINGS. That, and PRACTICING WITH YOUR BLADARANG. The reason you have a bladarang is because you stupidly bought like fifty of them online. You aren't good with money AT ALL. Your modus is the GRAPH MODUS, which locks items to points on a grid and only allows you to access them when you input a FUNCTION that goes through them. Needlss to say, you FUCKING SUCK at it. Anyway, your trolltag is xerxesZenith and yer conziztently fucxin rude crude an zhowin off yer attitude bitch

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Name: Soroki Kasnam
Blood: Jade, #008141
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Zebra
Modus: Graph
Specibus: bmrangKind (boomerangKind)
Trolltag: xerxesZenith
Quirk: K=X, S=Z

>Be the stalker chick that's chock full of scorpion venom: DRAPIA

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>Be the "seductress".



Your name is DRAPIA SKORPI and you're a JUSTICE NUT.

Of course, you're not exactly the kind of justice nut that's always studying law and wasting your time on IDLE PURSUITS. You're far more interested in pursuing STREET JUSTICE, taking vengeance on any trolls who have wronged you or those that you know. You are also highly interested in ROMANCE and ROMANTIC COMEDIES. You've spent many a day in your first two sweeps stuck in the 'coon watching them. As a result, you've developed an EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE OF THE FOUR QUADRANTS.

You got sick a lot because your GIANT SCORPION lusus is an angry, compulsive stinger. You were hatched with a natural resistance to your lusus's powerful neurotoxins, and she stung you so many times that your resistance developed into FULL BLOWN IMMUNITY. This immunity led to an unusual effect, where your body began to integrate the injected scorpion venom into yourself. Venom has been building up inside of you for years, faster and in greater quantities than your body can get rid of. Instead, it builds up inside of your bloodstream, spreading to all the various fluids in your body and becoming far more concentrated than even your lusus's. Your originally teal blood has been corrupted into a disgusting blue-green by the venom.

Anyway, as just stated, you have had a LIFELONG OBSESSION WITH ALL THINGS ROMANTIC. Be it cheesy romantic comedies, trashy romance novels, or actually decent, well-made movies and books. Really, you don't discriminate at all, it's all absolutely fantastic to you. Related to this obsession is your love of the FIFTY-TWO ROMANTIC PROGNOSTICATORS that come in small boxes, otherwise known as PLAYING CARDS. You always keep the WILDEST CARDS from YOUR FAVORITE GAME (it's CRAZY EIGHTS, by the way) close to you for good luck in your romantic endeavors, of which there are many. Some people (that fucking pirate) think you're a WHORE, a HARLOT, and a WENCH. You prefer the term SEDUCTRESS, personally, although YOU'VE NEVER ACTUALLY MADE IT THAT FAR ANYWAY. Mostly because your targets...er, lovers have a bad habit of dying shortly after reaching FIRST BASE.

You've spent a long time trying to find an anti-venom for yourself so that you can be able to pursue TRUE ROMANCE instead of the act that you put on for your victims. So far, you haven't succeeded.

Your love of crazy eights and favoring of 8s in cards has expanded into a bit of a love of eights as well. You even keep objects in sets of 8. It's become kind of an obsessive-compulsive thing. In fact, your obsession with the number 8 is beyond it being your lucky number and has become one bordering on the fetishistic. You supposed you should stop obsessing over the number but...

Well, addictions ARE a powerful thing.

Anyway, your Modus is the CRAZY EIGHTS MODUS and your weapon is a CAT O' 9 TAILS SANS ONE TAIL. Which means your modus is, of course, 8/9 whipKind. Your trolltag is arthropodsGame and you like to sweeten your words with @ little bit of s@ccharine sweetness and bl@t@ntly flirt@tious m@nnerisms, hon.

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Name: Drapia Skorpi
Blood Color: Teal, #008282, although really more blue-green.
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Giant Scorpion
Modus: Crazy Eights
Specibus: 8/9whipKind
Trolltag: arthropodsGame
Quirk: a, at=@. A bit of a belle, as well...

>Be the self-imposed exile: TRAICI

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<<yeah. WhateVVer.>>



Your name is Traici Sodali and you are the LEADER of a PRIVATE GROUP OF MERCENARIES.

Or...you were. A while ago, back when you were 7. You elected to go on a difficult mission, and due unsuccessful recon you ended up being ambushed. Your entire unit was slaughtered save for yourself. Punishing yourself for the disaster, you sent yourself into exile and have been wandering for the last two sweeps.

So yeah, you have no hive and no lusus, at least not anymore. Anyway, you enjoy anything that involves STRATEGY of any sort. Along with this, you also find yourself to be good at INFORMATION GATHERING and you have fairly good PEOPLE SKILLS (as should any leader). Your nomadic lifestyle has also improved your already KEEN SENSE OF DIRECTION, giving you a sort of internal map and compass. Indeed, you rarely get lost.

On another note, while you are not strict about the hemospectrum, you give proper respect to those above you. Otherwise, you simply prefer to judge based on other values. Things like LOYALTY, STRENGTH, COURAGE, or INTELLIGENCE. Blood doesn't matter to you so much as use. Your interests? Well...COMBAT, for one. Obviously, NAVIGATION is another along with STRATEGIC GAMES. You are also, and more curiously, greatly invested in FASHION and STYLE. Despite your questionable living situation, you SOMEHOW MANAGE TO KEEP YOURSELF CONSISTENTLY WELL GROOMED AND DRESSED. Most of your surplus money (of which there is very little) goes to buying clothes and all sorts of body care products.

By the way, you're HOMELESS. Which is to say, you ABANDONED YOUR HIVE after you were exiled. You assume your lusus is taking care of the place while you travel, but you're not sure if she's even STILL ALIVE.

Other than that, you like ARROWS, and have both the BOWKIND specibus and the ARROWKIND specibus. Your sylladex is the BULL'S EYE MODUS, which requires items to be retrieved by hitting them on a bull's eye. Your trolltag is victoriousVeritas and <<you prefer to be soft spoken and eVVen tempered.>>

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Name: Traici Sodali
Blood Color: Blue, #0021cb
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Unknown, Deceased
Modus: Bull's Eye
Specibus: Bowkind, Arrowkind
Trolltag: victoriousVeritas
Quirk: <<Words enclosed in arroWs.>>, W capitalized and VV capitalized and doubled.

>Be the seadweller who can't swim: EXMARK "JACK"

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>Be the pirate.



Your name is EXMARK "JACK" ARGYRE, and YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE.

No, but seriously. Unlike most seadwellers, you've never had any interest in the world underneath the waves. Heck, when you crawled out of the trial caverns, you found the nearest port town and built your hive on a nearby beach (much to the annoyance of your indigo neighbors). Why was this? Well, you always loved watching ships come and go. And when a CERTAIN SERIES OF MOVIES came out when you were 2? Well, that's when you naturally decided that piracy was the way for you.

Well, you also CAN'T SWIM. But that's not really that much of an issue when you are incapable of drowning.

That being said, your life story isn't entirely that interesting. You frequently spend perigees at a time sailing the wide open waves with your MIMICRYFOWL LUSUS (he's also part of the reason why you stay above water, of course), and have found quite a few treasures in the process. In fact, one of the most common things that spurs you to go on another high seas adventure is any time you happen to find a new treasure map or sea chart. Indeed, you have a penchant for exploration that can only be satisfied by the sea. Sadly, you have trouble finding a crew. You don't exactly care who or what joins you on your expeditions so long as they're seaworthy or willing to gain their sea legs, but it seems that getting anyone interested in joining a pirate crew is harder than it should be.

You like to think you're at least a semi-decent, fun-loving guy. Honestly, the hemospectrum or castes aren't your primary concern in life. So long as you can find a group of people who know how to run a ship, you could care less as to what colors flow through their veins.

Which brings you to your interests. As mentioned before, you have something of a FANATICAL OBSESSION with a CERTAIN SERIES OF MOVIES. You just can't get enough of them, really. In fact, your obsession extends so far that you created your alias, JACK, after the name of your favorite characters, and your chumhandle initials are his as well. Among your travels, you have collected a great deal of LIQUIDS OF AN INEBRIATING NATURE. You have so many, in fact, that consuming them has developed into a habit BORDERING ON THE ALCOHOLIC. You have to stop. But addiction is a wonderful thing. Sadly there is only so much, and thus you frequently are troubled to contemplate the NIGH-CONSTANT DEPLETION OF YOUR FAVORITE INTOXICATING ELIXERS.

Like any good pirate, you have sort of a thing for SKULL-BASED DECOR. And of course, you have an obvious love of TREASURE, ADVENTURE, SAILING, HEAVY DRINKING, GENERAL BUCCANEERING, AND THE SEA IN GENERAL. Not really anything surprising there, right? You tend to keep your interests pretty stereotypical. However, your hobbies are a different story.

You enjoy collecting VARIOUS HISTORICAL FLAGS and DEPICTIONS OF FAMOUS PIRATES FROM ERAS LONG PAST. Which...is still kind of in the pretty obvious zone, you guess? Anyway. Along with this, you have also fell in love with the ART OF BUILDING SHIPS IN BOTTLES. You love doing it, it's a great way to pass the time and you use them to decorate the interior of your ship and your hive. You also, weirdly enough, enjoy making SILLY AND RIDICULOUS ROMANTIC POETRY. You're well aware that most trolls think poetry is pointless, but then again you aren't exactly "most trolls". You really only do it for fun and to sometimes poke fun at your friends, though, it's never been a serious pursuit of yours.

Your fetch modus is the TORRENT MODUS, which basically means that you can only access objects so long as someone else on Alternia happens to have an identical object currently in their sylladex. Of course, how long it takes to retrieve an item depends on exactly how many trolls happen to HAVE this item. This is exactly why you store your treasure maps in your drawers and keep ludicrous amounts of empty chests around. You can't put anything that could be potentially rare or unique in there or you'll never be able to retrieve it. You have a few strife specibi, namely bladeKind, pistolKind, cannonKind, and treasureKind. Of course, your blade collection consists entirely of CUTLASSES AND SABERS, and your pistols are all ANTIQUE FLINTLOCK PISTOLS. cannonKind comes in handy whenever you're locked in battle at sea, and...well...

Let's just say the reason you have treasureKind is because of an incident where you learned firsthand exactly how GODDAMNED USELESS your fetch modus is.

Your trolltag is jackbootSwashbuckler and yer accent strays int' th' realms o' th' arrbitrarrily piratical.

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Name: Exmark Argyle, prefers to be called "Jack".
Blood Color: Violet, #6a006a
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: A regularly sized parrot, of course.
Modus: Torrent
Strife Specibus: bladeKind (primary), pistolKind (secondary), cannonKind (sea only), treasureKind (rarely used)
Trolltag: jackbootSwashbuckler
Quirk: Speaks full-on pirate (although he'll clarify if asked about more obscure vocabulary), an' shor'ens words any time he feels tha' he ca' ge' away wit' it.

(Massive Repost Time is available for use by all who are doing a massive repost.)

[probableWizardry]

>Be the bonehead deliverytroll
BEEPBEEP||WellIGuessYouWontMindThisBombParcelThen| |Puttputt
>Woah, my bad, be the reliable courier.
BEEPBEEP||Thanks/MuchBetter||TssTchhh

((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

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Name: Motore Ekzast
Age: 7 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Height(in feet): 5'8
trollTag: ruthlessSpeedster
Blood: Bananablood (FDD700)
Lusus: Cheetah-Roadrunner
Planet: Land of TUNNELS AND ROADBLOCKS. (LOTAH)
Title: Heir of Time
Strife Specii: Bootkind & Rlrbladekind
Fetch Modus: Glovebox
Quirk: BEEPBEEP||HasBarelyAnyConceptOfPausing/WithFewExceptions||Puttputt

[nefariousRenegade]

>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

[Thunder Reign]

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.

[Overlard]

((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.\\\

[Tehlivingpencil]

> 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.

[obnoxiousJiggler]

>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
thatis better...
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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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Name: Irysea Vasain
Age: 6.92, Almost 7. Born 7/18
Gender: Female
Blood Color: Really high teal #1d4f69
Quirk: Only capitalizes her I's and for EMPHASIS. Puncuation is rare. always puts a - after her o's. (o-). Types out contractions but doesn't put a space between it. (doesnot youwould iam, etc.) Her smily faces try to have one eye closed, if at all possible. [o.-] [;D [;P [;c
Symbol: Basically it's half of a heart with a syringe through it.

Trolltag: abnegativeAnaesthesia
Strife Specibus: needlekind, but usually less like knitting and more like sewing.
Fetch Modus: Book, item is placed on a page, go to the page to retrieve the item. Not difficult, just a hassle.
Abilities: N/A
Hobbies: Flarping, reading, sewing, healing, auspisticing, Sunkist.
Hive: Mountain Cavey-fortress thing. It's a big, sexy mansion fortress thing built into a mountain, basically.
Lusus: Lizard
Personality: Friendly, selfless, indifferent (sometimes), panicky, and occasionally violently angry.

Land: Land of Plastic and Plasma (LOPAP)
Title: Sylph of Blood
Dreamself Planet: Derse

[.:Chiara:.]

>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!

TL;DR
Name: Chiara Envoge
Age: Rougly 7 sweeps
Blood: Candy-Red
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~
Moon: Prospit

[TasteeJustice]

>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

>Lose control.

"WHAAAT? YOU DON'T WAAANAAA PLAAAY WITH MEEE?...HEEE HEEE....."

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[MinstrelOfInsanity]

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
Trolltag: breachedContainment
Strifespecibus: Watchkind
Lusus: [DATA-EXPUNGED]
Gender: Male
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.

[PrussianMoose]

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!!!!

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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.

[Marshmellow]

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>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.

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Your name is REDDOSA and you're an ill-mannered, fast-talking, psychic powerhouse with your eyes set on nothing less than world domination.

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Your name is GREENDOSA and you're a shy, introverted LIMEBLOOD who's constantly beleaguered by her psychotic moirail SEALOM.

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Your name is BLUEDOSA and you wear pants.

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Your name is FRENCHDOSA and vous n'avez pas réellement parler français.

[Cat Sage]

>Be the mystery solving teal blood.
Haha, Yes that is me... I think.//


Jakobi Gumsho
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
Username: RedhookDetective
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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GODTIER:

MYSTERIOUS GODTIER ROBES EXPERIMENTAL

MYSTERIOUS GODTIER ROBES FINAL

NORMAL SPRITES

[nefariousRenegade]

>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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Name: Terosi Volita
Gender: Female
Blood Color: #591852
Age/Hatch Perigee: 8 solar sweeps, 7th perigee
Moon: Prospit
Lusus: A lion fish about the size of a VW Beetle
Hive: A sunken cruise ship. It's fairly large and lavishly decorated. There are also small model hives scattered about.

Quirk Explanation: Encloses sentences in parenthesis to mimic a bubble, multiplies 's' by two, and adds an occasional ellipsis.

Personality: She doesn't trust easily and is somewhat paranoid. She suspects that lowbloods are jealous of her caste and want to harm/kill her. However, once she does trust someone, she guards them with her life. She also has a soft spot for animals and creatures. She's kind of snobby towards lowbloods because all of her friends growing up acted the same way, so she did it to fit in. Her biggest fear is to not belong. She loves order and organization.

Strife Specibus: She has an assortment of spears that she throws at her enemies.

Title: Thief of Life
Class Powers: As the Thief, she uses her powers to her advantage. She has the ability to steal others' health to heal herself and prolong her life. She doesn't know about it, though, and wouldn't dare use it on a friend.

Land Title: Land of Vigor and Springs
Land Explanation: LOVAS is a lively world full of lush vegetation and huge forests. There are a few rivers throughout and some small lakes. In the distance, a mountain range can be seen. There's also an underground cave system filled with springs. The mechanical type, not the water type.
Quest: Terosi's quest is to figure out how the kangaroos jump so high (using the springs and creating shoes from them) and then craft a pair of such shoes herself. These shoes would enable her to jump to the denizen's mountain lair and avoid its attacks should she choose to do battle.