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In another time, another place, the 12 and 4 come together once again. New faces, new worlds, new adventures. But one thing is certain, if they wish to see it to the end, they will need each other, even when they would wish each other death throughout the entire session. One game that would bring these two races, of man and troll, together. This is... Arcanabound.

PLOT

What're you talking about, this game is driven by the players, and has no clear path of which it will follow.

Rules

First, I will only allow, because it's rare to get a full hemospectrum, TWO trolls of any given shade. I'll accept, for example, Two Jades and two greens.

Second, you must make sure you roleplay atleast once a week. Otherwise, you slow others down, as we rely on each other. Especially the humans.

You must have your land, and lusus thought up before applying. Your Sprites can be discovered through the game.

The roleplay will begin before the "Game" is given out. So that roleplayers can experience the entire roleplay from the start.

Most importantly, if attempting to ship, ensure that you keep it IC.

All applications as usual, You must RP at least once a week, and keep shipping IC.

Trolls

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Miadey Derjes--effervescentAegis--Ceets

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===> BE THE PROTECTIVE LASS

You are Miadey Derjes

You are a little older than six sweeps of age. You like to think of yourself as CARING and NICE, but your LUSUS would beg to differ. You call her your TORTOISEMOM, and love her VERY MUCH. Or at least that's what you tell her. In reality, you think she's a BRUTALLY HONEST BITCH. You would rather tell a COMFORTING LIE than reveal an UNCOMFORTABLE TRUTH. You suspect this is in rebellion to your BITCH TORTOISEMOM, but you don't want to dwell too much on that.

You spend a DISPROPORTIONAL amount of time catering to the needs of others. You insist this is because your life is fine, and therefore should spend time helping those who's lives are filled with UNENDING SHITINESS. When a friend of yours is in MORTAL PERIL, or MILD STRESS, you tend to attempt to BRUTALLY MURDER the aggressor (Or at the very least, yell at them until their ears bleed). But when you do spend time on yourself, you enjoy SINGING, DANCING, and other ACTIVITIES OF MUSICAL FRIVOLOUSITY.

Like many who share your DREADFULLY LOW position on the HEMOSPECTRUM, you were born with PSYCHIC POWERS. You are able to CONJURE BARRIERS to protect you from HARM. Or at least you would, if you were any good at it. The longest you have been able to maintain a barrier is FOUR MINUTES FIFTEEN SECONDS, and can't seem to maintain it under ANY SORT OF STRESS. You suspect you would be able to improve your abilities, should you ever find the motivation to MEDITATE and PRACTICE.

Your trolltag is effervescentAegis, and you (type really casual, with a bit of protection)

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Name: Miadey Derjes
Species: Troll
Gender: Female
Age: 6 Sweeps
Blood: Burgundy
Trollhandle: effervescentAegis
Strife deck: Stickkind
Captchalogue: Category Modus. Items are arranged into one of six categories, each containing four cards. Categories are initially unnamed, but receive a label when an item is inventoried. Items much correspond to a category to be picked up. Empty categories become unnamed, and can receive a new label. Duplicate categories cannot exist, but similar categories can. (There can’t be two TOYS categories, but there can be a TOYS category and a PLUSHIES category)
Lusus: Tortoisemom
Title: Maid of Hope
Land: Land of Silence and Darkness

Furest Cormot--squanderedExplorer--Boogeyman5870

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Name: Furest Cormot
Species: Troll
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Sweeps
Blood: Bronze
Psychic Power: Dowsing (ability to find things)
Trollhandle: squanderedExplorer
Symbol: Four arrows reminscent of a compass rose.
Quirk: =->You type with arrows surrounding your text to show the less gifted where it is. <-=
Strife Specibus: Axekind
Captchalogue: Compass Modus: Is stored at a certain point on a compass. The item at any given point is unlabeled.
Lusus: Aratnid (A large rodent with eight legs)
Title: I'm the last in so I don't mind whatever is left.
Land: Will be named when I get my title since I want to partially base it off that.

You are FUREST CORMOT, you are 8 sweeps old, and not to be too modest but you are FREAKING AMAZING. Unfortunately you are a fudgeblood so most people don't see it. Yeah thats right you said FUDGEBLOOD. You are EDGY as SHIT. Your special ability makes it all worth it though. You can FIND anything. Seriously, think of something right now. Got it? Yeah, you know EXACTLY where to find that sumbitch. Ok, well not always exactly. You can definitely get a GENERAL DIRECTION all the time though.
Due to this you love to EXPLORE. It's pretty much the best thing ever. Your hive is even at the edge of a bunch of uninhabited wilderness. You love to just go out and WANDER. It's a great way to train up your psychic powers, which are AMAZING by the way. You also get lots of help from your DAMN LUSUS. It's an Aratnid so not only is it all kinds of creepy looking, but it loves to STEAL your crap and HIDE it out in the woods. If you weren't convinced the thing were so DUMB you would think it enjoyed messing with you. You are training to become an EXPLORECUTIONER when you finally come of age. With your ability, and your LEGENDARY axe skills you are going to be a natural.
You have TONS of friends. Mostly because you are so AMAZING. Ok, well not tons. You definitely have a few though. They tell you that you exaggerate a lot, but you are basically a PRECISION machine. They are good trolls, but sometimes they need to STEP UP their game to keep up with you.

Neluma Castal--casualTimpanist--tawnyPort

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Your name is Neluma Castal.

You are roughly six sweeps of age but you like to think you have a OLD SOUL, or at least this what your LUSUS tells you, but it feels TRUE so you GO WITH IT. This is kind of a GOVERNING PRINCIPLE for you: you rely as much as possible on your PERCEPTIONS to determine TRUTH in your world because you often find EMOTIONS to be just too OVERWHELMING and CONFUSING. This is partly because you possess an enhanced ability for EMPATHY thanks to your LOW position on the HEMOSPECTRUM, and when you are around emotional people you are HEAVILY AFFECTED by their emotions. You generally try to AVOID them as much as possible, which sometimes makes you seem COLD and DISTANT.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, including all manner of PERCUSSION INSTRUMENTS. You are absolutely TONE DEAF but you have impeccable RHYTHM and are a VERY GOOD DRUMMER. You are hoping to use this to be able to avoid the usual fate of your blood caste and to gain a position among the EXTIRPERCUSSIONISTS, the Empress's ceremonial drum corps. You enjoy DANCING but rarely engage in it. You also frequently MEDITATE, both because it helps rid you of those troubling EMOTIONS and because it allows you greater INSIGHT into and, you hope some day, CONTROL over your ability to sense the emotions of others.
Your trolltag is casualTimpanist and you type with a |<ind of shield up to prote|<t yourself from the pes|<y emotions of others.

Name: Neluma Castal
Trollhandle: casualTimpanist
Age: 6 sweeps
Hemo: Yellow (shading closer to brown/bronze than green)
Strife Specibus: chainkind (like a whip, but steelier)
Fetchmodus: beatkind (each item has a particular rhythm you have to play to get it out)
Title: unknown but I'd really like to see her be a class of Heart
Land: Land of Smoke and Thunder
Lusus: A deer. For want of a better term, she is your DEERMOTHER even though she is clearly a stag.

Marlef Pachak--temperedBoots--Pillbug

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==> Be the outlaw

>>hat i'm not an outla>> i'm a f>giti<e

==> Fine. Be the fugitive.

that's a better explanation



AlterniaBound:




(Somehow I can't figure out how to make the white parts transparent)


Your name is MARLEF PACHAK. Your Trolltag is temperedBoot and you don't ha<e m>ch time to talk You are currently ON THE RUN. An IMPERIAL DRONE came to your hive when you were 7 sweeps old (you are 8 now), demanding that its PAILS be filled. Not being the smoothest guy around, and the fact that it came about three sweeps before it should, you had no contribution, and BARELY ESCAPED ALIVE. However, the LAW is still after you, and all you have is your Hookkind STRIFE SPECIBUS.

In order not to be found, you CUT OFF YOUR OWN HORNS, hid your BLOOD COLOR, and tore off the SIGN on your plain black T-shirt, and patched it up with some grey fabric. The bottoms of your dark grey pants are tattered from all the running. In fact, the only thing distinguishable on you is a DUSTY TATTERED SCARF that's so long that it touches the ground when you wear it. It's so old and dirty, it's impossible to discern it's color. You wear it covering your mouth so your teeth won't show as well. Your hair is short and messy, but it mostly grows backwards, what with all of your running.

As other's could have guessed, you are a little PARANOID and a little JITTERY. However, when feeling slightly safe, you sometimes try to find a MATESPRIT or KISMESIS to possibly redeem yourself with the law, though you half-doubt that would work anyways.

Your FETCH MODUS is the Fingersnap modus. Each finger on each hand corresponds to a card. If you snap that finger, you can select it. You can hold up to ten. Don't ask about the thumbs.

Your LUSUS was kangaroo with flying squirrel-like wings, though it was instantly killed when the drone attacked.

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Name: Marlef Pachak
Trolltag: temperedBoots
Quirk: w=>> v=< u=> No capitals, no punctuation.
Symbol: None, except for a grey patch on his shirt.
Text color: #5e5e5e
Lusus: Kangadad, Kangaroo with wings
Specibus: Hookkind
Modus: Fingersnap
Title: Either a Rogue or Thief, not sure. Definitely a Void player though.
Land: Land of Haze and Pipes

Quinad Theros--philosophicSanity--CatcheJagger

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You are Quinad Theros

You are 7 sweeps old and you are quite fine with that. You tend to value your intelligence as your greatest trait, although you sometimes overestimate it. You are far more interested in endeavors of the mind than more physical or social pursuits. Due to this, you are not very skilled in combat.

You are extremely cautious when faced with a new situation and often act a bit cowardly. However, you are extremely loyal and would do anything to protect your friends. You aren't very romantic, seeing as you only act through direct reasoning and you find romance to be a bit unpredictable.

Your position on the hemospectrum places you smack dab in the middle of the high bloods and the low bloods, but you find this to be an optimal postion, although you do lack the psychic powers of a low blood and the rank of a high blood

Your lusus looks like a jackal. It generally just lets you do your own thing as long as you're not endangering your life. You refer to him as your JACKALFATHER

Your trolltag is philosophicSanity and Y0u type using standard speech patterns, but tend t0 accentuate certain v0we/s and c0nsanents.

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Name: Quinad Theros
Species: Troll
Gender: Male
Age: 7 Sweeps
Blood: Green/Olive
Trollhandle: philosophicSanity
Strife deck: Stickkind
Captchalogue: Abdurd lock Modus- Every card placed in the modus is given its own 7 digit code that must be entered before it can be used. The combination is created by the user, but must be unique for each card.
Lusus: Jackalfather
Title: Seer of Mind
Land: Land of Sky and Dread

Agouti Caprin--ruminationRuination--Krubby

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Name: Agouti Caprin

Age: 7 sweeps (around 15 years)

Blood color: Jade

Lusus: A sheepy thing

Powers: None

Strife Specibi: MaceKind (those medieval rods with spiked balls at the end.)

Modus: array.

Symbol: Sort of a double rainbow tilted counterclockwise 45º.

TrollTag: ruminationRuination.

Quirk: FOllowing capital letters with a second capitalized one. SOrta like this.

Background: Agouti has spent his life on a hill with his lusus, near a troll city. He spends most of his time online but often goes out to the city to buy stuff and talk with people. His life has been pretty uneventful, which is unsurprising for a lower member of the aristocracy.

Personality: Agouti is generally social, good-natured and intelligent. However, he is not very loyal and will abandon his friends and allies for personal gain. If he forms an extra powerful bond with someone, he will instead ferociously protect that troll. Agouti is a very eloquent speaker, good at convincing others of what he wants them to believe. He usually flees when forced to make a choice between fight or flight. He loves eating and has a stomach capacity as large as Ace Dick. He has no real future goal and plans to just wander, finding odd jobs. He is not very interested in romance, although he has many platonic friends. When he becomes excited or angry his voice greatly rises and he becomes highly aggressive. He is crafty, although not very useful when it comes to strength or handicrafts. He is fast at running, but not extraordinarily so, and an extremely good climber.

Likes: Food, friends, horror movie parodies, money, alcohol

Dislikes: Assholes, lowbloods who don't know their place, too much alcohol

Sprite: Don't have one, so I'll just describe. Agouti has hair that is a bit fluffy and wavy. He keeps it cut short and keeps it orderly to the best of his ability. His hair rises up when he gets agitated. He has two goat horns that stick out about 45º back from being straight up, and they curve moderately for about 8 inches at about the curve of a parenthesis ( . His horns are therefore useful for headbutting. He wears a Prussian Krasseur helmet (ironically) on special occasions, although normally he doesn't wear anything on his head. He has rectangular pupils which give him wider horizontal view, and he generally has a slight smile and a runny nose. His teeth are very blunt for a troll and his body has a tolerance for plant material. Although he is embarrassed by it, he still prefers it because it allows him a much larger palate of foods he can eat than just meat and grubs. He wears a simple black t-shirt with his symbol on it and a teal jacket made of wool. he has normal grey jeans and thick, though not too heavy, boots with a thin layer of industrial aluminum covering the toes and bottoms of his boots. His high metabolism lets him eat a lot without getting very far above average regarding weight. He is taller than normal, although not a ridiculous amount.

Pondus Lithra--ultimateJuror--myto_alkoreath

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==> Be the justice nut

Your name is Pondus Lithra

You are 6 cycles of age. Already, you have immersed yourself in reading material of the ages concerning true justice. Your personal hero is Troll Socrates, whom through the writing of Troll Plato you have learned so much about. Through the use of questions, he challenged the beliefs of all around him, especially of those concerning justice. Unfortunately, he was brutally culled for his humilliation of the empress in a verbal debate, an event you find very contrary to justice. Mostly, you keep your views to yourself, since emulating Troll Socrates in his downfall is not something that sounds pleasant to you.

When you are not debating the meaning of justice with yourself, you enjoy sitting back and relaxing in your hive with a good book (on justice), or practicing your crossbow skills. You also enjoy trolling your friends online. You cannot do much else, as the Land of Balance and Change is not a place you should move rashly around in.

Your hive is... well it is rather a mess. With books strewn everywhere, it is hard to move around. Your lusus, a large Lizard, attempts to keep things in order, but your voracious reading habits and crossbow practice leave the place looking even worse than when he started.

A Teal Blood, you are not in the higher echelons the spectrum, but at least higher than most. You prefer this, as it allows you to avoid most discrimination while not having to deal with all that aristocratic crap (A bane on justice if there ever was one). Mind you, you miss out on the crazy psychic powers of the lower castes and the influence of the higher ones, but you take these losses in stride.

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The tldr

Name: Pondus Lithra
Trollhandle: ultimateJuror
Hemo: Teal
Age: 6 Cycles
Kind: CrossbowKind
Fetchmodus: Scales fetchmodus. Have to keep number of items on either side proportional to keep the scales balanced, or everything spills out.

Title: Unknown
Land: Land of Weight and Change

Talrok Varnel--gildedReflection--Raptarion

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==> Be the borderline blue blood

Your name is Talrok Varnel

You are 7 cycles of age. You are a natural born warrior. You spend your days engaging in fights with imagined hordes of enemies. You suspect your lusus thinks you look ridiculous. But you know you look like a total bad-ass. When you aren't training with your variety of awesome weapons, your actually putting them to use in elaborate raids. You aren't that into the role playing scene, but you just can't pass up an opportunity to gather some sweet loot with your friends (they aren't nearly as awesome as you, but they get the job done).

You are a borderline blue blood. A high jade blood, and you like this status very much. You tend to disprove of blue bloods who act don't take their role seriously. Appearances are very important, yet some of those higher on the hemospectrum tend to act just plain ridiculous.

You have sometimes been referred to as a hopeless romantic. You wan't few things in life more than a proper kismesis. You wouldn't even bother looking for a matesprit if it weren't for the fact that the imperial drones would tear you to shreds. As far as your concerned, people who focus to much on the other three quadrants just don't have what it takes to commit to a proper rivalry.

Your lusus looks like a bear. Or at least he would look like a bear, if a bear was a thing that existed. Which it clearly does not. He often insists that you follow him to the forest and explore. Maybe he thinks you don't get enough fresh air that doesn't reek of the blood of your fallen enemies? He can be ridiculous like that sometimes.

Your troll tag is gildedReflection and you Alv|vays try to keep up appearances. Taking pride in your symbol (V|V) and role.

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Name: Talrok Varnel
Trollhandle: gildedReflection
Age: 7 Cycles
Hemo: Teal
Kind: Duel kind (must wield two weapons of the same king eg. Two knives, two hammers)
Fetchmodus: Mirror (every time you pick something up, you must pick up something similar to that object eg. pick up a belt, you must also pick up a rope)
Title: Unknown
Land: Land of sand and lightning

Octava Pintar--inklessKraken--inklessOctopi

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==> BE THE AMATEUR CHEMIST



Your name is OCTAVA PINTAR, and you’re pretty damn good at chemistry. Well, in your eyes at least. You are 8.5 SWEEPS OLD, and you enjoy creating different REMEDIES for all kinds of ailments and needs, including your own need for RELAXATION, and you can usually be found smoking some kind of mix in your trusted PIPE. Why do you feel the need to be relaxed all the time? Well for a while now you have had TROUBLE SLEEPING. For some reason you just can’t fall asleep, which used to make you grumpy and prone to LOSING YOUR TEMPER with others. You thus started smoking to try and calm yourself, which has helped a lot and you can now sleep easy! Another thing you can’t live without are your GLASSES! Without your glasses, you can barely see your hand in front of your own face.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is your BLOWDARTKIND. Making medicinal blends isn’t your only talent; you also have a talent for making poisons when you feel like it, which is perfect for making poison covered darts to fire at anyone who wants to intrude on any of your experiments.

However, there have been numerous times where you have accidently mixed your poisons up with your smoking herbs and either smoked some poisons or tried to protect yourself with relaxation herbs. You have been very lucky with the effects of these mishaps; if the poisons you smoked were a little stronger the end result could have been a lot more dangerous, but luckily you got off with a few days of sickness and some nasty pains. It’s a good reminder to make you take more care of what you’re putting in your pipe.

Your HIVE is situated on the edge of a very lush forest. This provides you with a healthy amount of materials for your experiments and a home for your much loved LUSUS. The lake in the centre of this forest provides her with the perfect home; a large lake for a large CEPHALOPOD. Unfortunately, she never really had much time for you, so you had to find your own ways to entertain and look after yourself.

One hobby you took up was SEWING. unfortunately, you’re PRETTY BAD AT IT. You insist that this is due to your terrible sight, but the most probable reason is that you’re too high to do it right. It’s difficult to make intricate stitches in that state of mind. You specialize in creating PLUSH TOYS.



This is one of your creations. It’s your lusus. You made it while she was busy so it was just like she was there with you! It may not be the best, but you’re working on improving every time you make something new!

When you’re not smoking or making rubbish dolls, you can usually be found MEDITATING in your respiteblock or reading a variety of LITERATURE. You especially enjoy books on MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES, such as THE KRAKEN. Although everyone says it’s a myth, you’re pretty sure they exist somewhere! On occasion you also like to watch MOVIES, though you think it’d be better if you actually had someone to watch them with you. For now the only audience you have are your collection of homemade dolls, who unfortunately don’t give the same emotional response as another troll would. One day you would love to have a MOIRAIL or MATESPRITE to do these things with you.

Modus wise, you use a CROSS-STITCH modus! It works by having to CROSS STITCH A PICTURE of the item you want to captchalogue. It will then IDENTIFY AND CAPTCHALOGUE IT for you! Unfortunately since your skills in sewing aren’t the best a lot of the time it CAN’T IDENTIFY what you want to pick up and you end up spending quite a while getting it to work.

Your trolltag is inklessKraken, and <コ:彡 < you have a 6it of a drawling tone to your vooooooice.

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Name: Octava Pintar
Title: Monk of Blood
Age: 8.5 sweeps
Handle: inklessKraken
Quirk: Starts with a squid (<コ:彡< ) , replaces all ‘b’s with 6s and elongates the last word’s first vowel to 6 times (so hello would be heeeeeello). Also uses squid-like emoticons (<コ)
Blood: Teal (#295F64)
Lusus: A large squid (SquidMom)
Hive: A large cottage like hive, next to a lush forest.
Strife Specibus: Blowdartkind
Fetch Modus: Cross-stitch: User has to CROSS STITCH A PICTURE of the item they wish to captchalogue and it will then IDENTIFY THAT ITEM AND CAPTCHALOGUE IT However if the picture is unidentifiable the item won’t be captchalogued and they will have to try again until it works.
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Planet: Land of History and Blossom

Esulta Guerre--superciliousMinstrel--Capric Monarchy

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Your name is Esulta Guerre.

You are Six Cycles/Sweeps of Age. Your interests include salvaging PROSPECTING for junk AMAZING STUFF, and RAIDING everything. Or, at least raiding anything that doesn't call it home. Or do call it home. Either way, all this stuff's yours now. Nothing beats getting out there, making enemies and beating the crap out of anything and everything, which gives you the interest of always loving to fight anything because it enables you to disperse pain. Which is always fun to do, but it gets boring eventually, so you settle for a day-off in the form of classical Alternian music. Quite comfy it gets.

You are a Blue blood, bounded by a made up set of codes and morals you've set for yourself and an instinctive way of life, that includes and not limited to: Take everything, deny duels, suddenly accept duels without warning when they have their back turned, beat up anything that looks at you funny, take everything that's shiny, kill when it's beneficial (which is always), and finally, cuddle with anything that's less than three feet tall minus wrigglers. This kind of lifestyle has led to many social opportunities and potential quadrant filling (in your opinion), unlike all the dorky shut-ins with dark pasts. Thankfully, this has also led to another opportunity in the form of a video game! But we'll get back to that later.

You tend to get angry at everything, unusually. A lot of things make you irritated. Or you're just a jerk spoiling for a fight or wanting to intimidate someone. You also have an extreme flushed feeling for sickeningly sweet things, but your definition of sweet does not always conform to the norm. By Troll standards, anyway.

Your Lusus is a WhiteLuster Ccalras, or in 'human' terms, a 'sandworm' scorpion. A creature of power and death! The perfect lusus for someone like you! How lucky is that? Something that partakes in the best of brodowns with you.

Your Trolltag is superciliousMinstrel And you are excited for everything!!! >>;B] you talk using a variety of ffing AMAZING variety of acronyms fsho >>;BD Though you occasionally get irritated at fucking everything bulge ripping nook face god damn fuck shit go away plebian >>;Bc.

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Name: Esulta Guerre
Trollhandle: superciliousMinstrel
Age: 6 Sweeps/Cycles
Gender: Female
Hemo: Blue
Kind: batonKind
Fetchmodus: Substance Modus (You must present an item of equal, or more orthodoxy/usefulness to extract an item.)
Title: Unknown as of yet.
Land: Land of Strife and Neon

Sorius Abydos--impulseTerminator--Jayminae

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Name: Sorius Abydos
Species: Troll
Gender: Female
Age: 7 Sweeps
Blood: Purple
Trollhandle: impulseTerminator
Strife deck: ScytheKind
Captchalogue: Balance Modus. Items are arranged on two sides and balanced, based on weight and value. If the scale tips too far to one side, everything is dumped.
Lusus: Giant sea snake (Snakemom)
Title: Witch of Rage (don’t know if this was allowed or not, most of the trolls didn’t have a title or just said ‘Unknown’)
Land: Land of Rivers and Sandstorms.

You are now SORIUS ABYDOS, a 7 SWEEP old, purple-blooded troll. You have several interests, one of which is GARDENING. That would really explain why your entire hive is COVERED in a variety of plants, vines, trees and the like. The area surrounding your hive has several ORCHARDS and small GARDENS that you tend to on a regular basis. Despite the original impression that your hive is an OVERGROWN MESS, though, you actually keep things VERY ORGANIZED, with your plants only being only a slight exception to the rule. In your respiteblock, everything is arranged accordingly. Your bookshelf is arranged in ALPHABETICAL ORDER, first by author then by title, with 16 books on each shelf. Your games are kept in a SIMILAR FASHION near your husktop. Your floor in always SPOTLESS, and any trash you have is always thrown into the proper waste receptacle. The only times your respiteblock has been a mess…. well, YOU’D RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT IT. Continuing on, your books belong mostly to the MYSTERY, CRIME SOLVING GENRES. You just can’t get enough of them. The puzzling mind games, the harrowing investigation, and then when the degenerate scum they’d been chasing after finally GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE. Your walls have several POSTERS of the movie and TV adaptations of these books, all arranged at equal heights and distanced equally from one another, of course. There are also a few FLARP posters up as well. You used to love EXTREME ROLEPLAYING, but… not anymore.

You suppose this would be a good opportunity to explain your… PROBLEM. You have a very SHORT TEMPER, to say the least. You tend to FLIP THE FUCK OUT over things some would consider MINOR, and when you flip out, things have a tendency to BREAK. And if the person responsible is nearby, the things breaking tend to be BONES. It doesn’t help that you really DON’T KNOW YOUR OWN STRENGTH. This of course led to problems whenever you would FLARP with friends. You would often get caught up in the heat of the moment and… well, lets just say you DON’T REALLY HAVE too many friends left anymore. Nowadays, you try and stay away from anything that may SET YOU OFF, and you stick to activities that you find calming. Apparently is been working, and so far you haven’t had an incident in WEEKS!

Your hive is located on a cliff side, which leads straight down into the ocean. It’s actually quite far from the rest of troll civilization, so you don’t really have that many opportunities to interact much with your own kind. The only times you have were through FLARP, and the latter didn’t end too well. Your lusus is a giant sea snake. She lives in the ocean just outside your hive, so you don’t see her too often, but you love her all the same.

You always wield your trusty ScytheKind, whether it’s to get rid of pesky weeds or to disembowel-- no wait, you don’t do that anymore. Disregard that please. Your trolltag is impulseTerminator, and you ςρεακ ωιτh α ςlιϑhτ αccεητ.

Joathi Saluta--divineRighteousness--Steilos

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You are JOATHI SALUTA and you have already killed three people today.

It's just REBELLIONS, man. REBELLIONS and ASSASSINS as far as the eye can glubbing see. You live in a above-sea hive that more resembles a FORTRESS than anything else. It has to, for what else can keep yourself and HIPPOMOM alive and safe during these troubled times? But enough about the area around your little PLAY-PALACE being a TOTAL SHITHOLE that maay have been stirred up by you seizing everyone's hives and incorporating them into yours. The subject just depresses you, really. Being a PSYCHOPATHIC TYRANT is incredibly fun and all, but looking back on your formative sweeps you realise that you were being the FISHBITCH to end all FISHBITCHES. You've spent most of the last two sweeps trying to make amends, and judging by the fact you're down to just the HARDLINE CRAZIES attacking you you're doing something right. Either than or you've just KILLED ALL THE ANGRY MOBS and they're the only ones left alive, but that thought just DEPRESSES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. You tried to be a good little empress, you really did, but it just feels like everything you try ends in blood.

When not agonizing over your DOOMED AND BLOODY PRETEND-REIGN, you like to DRAW. Your current art style focuses on PORTRAITURE, and you have painted several pictures of yourself. You have tried to keep it as regal as possible, but you can't help but incorporate your current SELF-ESTEEM and PRIDE levels on your work. The result is a series of paintings that have documented your CRUMBLING SELF-IMAGE - starting with you standing triumphant on top of your royal hive right down to staring out of a window as everything you worked for burns. It slightly bothers you that you can't even look yourself in the eye when you paint a portrait, and the string of MYSTERIOUS ACCIDENTS that have SMASHED your MIRRORS have you thinking that maybe... nah. You're REASONABLY SURE YOU DON'T HATE YOURSELF.

You are also a BAD LIAR.

Your other INTERESTS include ROMANCE NOVELS, FISHING and STANDUP COMEDY. Nothing like a dose of TROLL JIMMY CARR to get you through a tough day stamping innocent faces into the ground. Well, few trolls are by definition 'innocent' but you're reasonably sure you're ruined the lives of a few because that's the sort of thing a HEARTLESS BITCH like you would - Damn, you keep FORGETTING YOU DON'T HATE YOURSELF. Your memory is KIND OF SUSPECT too.

Your trolltag is divineRighteousness and you START each message with capitals, emphasise your words like =this=. You also hate those glubbing fish puns and when you accidentally glub you beat yourself the =fuck= up about it.

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Name: Joathri Salulta
Species: Troll
Gender: Female
Age: 7 Sweeps
Appearance: Joathri has long, well-combed hair going down to her waist and two little horns that basically don't do much other than poke upwards out of her hairdo like useless pieces of shit. For someone with such blatant self-esteem issues - I beg your =pardon=? - she really hates to let herself go, maintaining her tyrian makeup and eye shadow no matter what. She always wears her little 2x3dent earrings and golden necklace, and her royal tyrian cloth wristbands match her tyrian Jupiter symbol on her black shirt. Her clothing comes from the greatest of designers as do her accessories, although she prefers the simple jeans, shirt and trainers getup to most of the other royal crap.
Blood: Tyrian
Trollhandle: divineRighteousness
Strife deck: 2x3dentkind. She's not too enamoured of it, but it's apparently an unbreakable tradition or something.
Captchalogue: COURT MODUS. Her captchalogue cards take the form of a royal court, with a Empress, Empress Consort and Courtiers. There are also the heads of the different branches - such as the LEGISLACERATORS. She can place any card she wants amongst the courtiers, but only the most valuable cards can be placed into the highest ranking positions. Problem is, who the hell determines value? Not Joathri, that's for certain. She has no idea what'll be dethroned and ejected at high speed by the modus' CIVIL STRIFE functionality when she picks up something new. Have you ever tried to comb your hair when the COMB's amassed an army of HAIRBANDS and led a rebellion against EMPRESS SECRET PICTURE OF-
Lusus: The lusus of a prospective empress must be regal and proud! It must carry itself with- oh for fucks sakes it's a HIPPOMOM.
Title: Heir of Doom
Land: Land of Democracy and Crystals

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Lora Campos--vivaciousAchates--Sir Vex

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Your name is LORA CAMPOS, and you are a 15-year old girl who lives in Brazil.

You live smack dab in the middle of fucking nowhere in a very small village in the Brazilian countryside in a small wooden shack. Sure, it's not pretty, it's not a mansion, but it's home! You wouldn't want to live anywhere but here. You live with both of your parents, a couple of hardworking farmers who earn a living by selling products at the local convenience store (which, in reality, looks more like one of the lemonade stands you'd see outside a small child's house, but hey! They make a lot of money (at least by the village's standards. You're one of the richest families going!), so you're not going to complain). Due to your family's overabundant wealth, of which there is assuredly plenty, they were able to scrape up enough cash to buy you a second-hand laptop! Compared to other, newer computers, it's actually exceptionally shitty, but you're just grateful for what you've got. As such, your laptop is your most cherished possession. It's got all of your friends in it, after all!

Speaking of friends, you haven't got any outside of the internet. Everyone in the village is too old! You would be lonely, if it wasn't for your pet cat Fofo. You think he is about the same age as you, because he's been in the house.. er.. shack for as long as you can remember. You and he are an inseparable pair of friends that are always together, whether it be playing with him or just having him sleeping on top of you when you're lying on your bed chatting to your friends.

Overall, you are a very optimistic and cheerful person. Sometimes you think you can get a bit too clingy or a bit too excited, and even though you are generally a positive person, you tend to sometimes overthink your own actions. You don't want to ruin any of your well-built friendships now, do you? Even so, you like to always crack jokes and make people smile! If your friends are happy, you are happy too. That's just how it works.

Returning to the subject of your parents, as has already been mentioned they are a couple of 'famous' (if that counts for anything in this village) farmers who love you dearly, but have an odd way of showing it by being out all day tending to the farm. You don't see them very much because of your late waking hours and relatively early sleeping hours. You've never really been that big into the whole farming thing. It sounds like way too much work for a girl like you! But they seem very insistent on having you continue their legacy, and who are you to refuse?

In regards to weaponry, you've ever really needed to defend yourself, except from the odd stray fox that might want to eat a few chickens, though you've never actually killed one. In any case, your chosen strife specibus is pitchforkKind, because there's a lot of those lying around. Great for poking! You don't really understand the concept of strife specibi, but who cares? It's probably best to have at least something in it.

Your chosen fetch modus is the Minesweeper modus - the items are stored on a Minesweeper board, and if you pick the square with the item in it, that item is released. If you pick a mine, however, all the items are decaptchalogued and sent flying in random directions. How inconvenient!

Your chumhandle is vivaciousAchates and your speech is not always perfect, but nobody is! o:

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Name: Lora Campos
Sex: F
Age: 15
Title: Thief of Heart
Land: Land of Frivolity and Euphoria
Consorts: Green snakes
Pesterchum: vivaciousAchates (#F3AD16)
Strife Specibus: PitchforkKind
Fetch Modus: Minesweeper
Guardian: Parents

Kione Fendergraf--twobeadEtermined--digizaruk

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Name: Kione Fendergraf
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Chumhandle: twobeadEtermined
Strife deck: Gauntletkind, Ropekind
Captchalogue: Split-rope Sylladex
Guardian/Lusus: Aunty
Title: Knight of Space
Land: (Randomized please)
Consorts: (Random)
Desc./Intro:Your name is KIONE FENDERGRAF.

You are a LONER.

You frequently look around yourself and see there is NOBODY THERE. Your outlook on the universe VARIES GREATLY from time to time. You claim that there is NO BLACK AND WHITE but that there are also COLORS on the scale, and take FOREVER AND A DAY to decide because you say that NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS and you don't want to make the wrong decision.

When you aren't busy HIDING FROM THE LIGHT, you are usually inside your TREEHOUSE, doing some shit like WRITING POETRY or PLAYING FLASH GAMES on your SHITTY ASS COMPUTER. Unless of course on that particular day you have had a run in with your AUNTY. On those days, you SLEEP UPSIDE DOWN, HANGING FROM A TREE BRANCH, and are let go at night, armed with only the ROPE that tied you to the branch, and your TRUSTY IRON GAUNTLETS. These days always coincide with that time of the month when the WOLVES HUNT, and you've naturally learned to find your way back home, and SURVIVE IN THE WILD.

Otherwise, you have few friends, the ONLY TWO friends you have are HUGO THE FOX, a little fox you made friends with when you GAVE IT SOME LEFTOVER WOLF MEAT, and HENRY THE HAMSTER. Why you call it that is beyond you. HENRY is a HAT WITH A FACE DRAWN ON, that you happen to WEAR EVERYWHERE. You also claim that HENRY TAUGHT YOU HOW TO SPEAK AND USE THE COMPUTER. But that's just nonsense, right? Not right. You love your friends. You love them a lot, and do ALL THAT YOU CAN to PROTECT THEM.

But for the most part, you live in DARKNESS, and oddly enough, you LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT.

And on the off chance that you do TALK TO SOMEONE, whether they are HUMAN, ANIMAL, ALIVE, OR NOT, you tend to NEVER SWEAR EVER, and always apply the shift key when necessary, but only then. You don't want to insult anybody, do you? Trick question. You never want to insult anyone.

Your Sylladex is unusual. In order to captchalogue anything you must captchalogue three objects at a time, and then the entire group is saved for later, and randomized completely with the other groups as to which ones you will receive when you uncaptchalogue anything. Well, as far as you know they are. There might be a pattern. You can't seem to tell that though.

As your computer is AWFUL AS HELL you've taken up trying to learn to make it better. Your computer would be AMAZING if it had any ram. So, you've taken PROGRAMMING as an ONLINE JOB, and make very good pay by the hour. About $40. You've just earned enough money to get a BETTER COMPUTER just in time to play this NEW GAME EVERYONE'S TALKING ABOUT. But Aunty has taken up arms as usual, and BLEW THE MESSENGER DRONE OUT OF THE SKY. Luckily, you planned for this, and requested that the computer be in a 3 INCH THICK STEEL SAFE. But, sadly this plan seems to have backfired, as THE PLANE HAS CRASHLANDED ON THE OTHER SIDE OF AUNTY'S TRENCH AND ELECTRIC FENCE. But you so want to play. You'll DO ANYTHING to GET THAT COMPUTER BACK.

A basic map of his forest.

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Jeremy Pucket--conspiratorialRant--obduratelyPalatable

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Holy fuck what is that shirt ==>

Oh my gog, forget about the stupid shirt. If it's such a problem you can go and put on another one. Now get on with it.

Your name is JEREMY PUCKET, and you are the epitome of NERD.

You barely ever leave your room, since almost everything you need is just sitting in there. And by everything you need you basically mean your COMPUTER. You love your computer. Every bit of your cash goes to buying more electronic junk for it, and you take care of it like it was your own FLESH AND BLOOD. Which is good, because the kind of shit you do on it would make any normal one melt into slag, namely your obsession with HACKING. You call it a hobby. You're only lying to yourself.

That isn't to say that you do highly illegal things, like hacking into weapon systems for the US military like most people believe hacking entails. That's the stuff of legends. You don't have the clout or the balls to do such a thing; mostly you just spend a lot of your computer time hacking into security cameras, and your favorite prey by far is WEATHER SATELLITES. You love the zoom some of those things can get. Of course, you still get tracked and counter-hacked for your efforts when you're not being careful, which you constantly aren't. It's not like it's a big deal though. Usually they just cut off your connection and attempt to overload your system. You lose more money on RAM that way.

As has been already said, you rarely ever leave your room. Occasionally, you sneak into the kitchen to get some food from your OBSCENELY LARGE REFRIGERATOR while attempting to avoid your FATHER. He's not bad or anything, but he just never pays attention to you, and you feel extremely awkward when you and he lock eyes. You don't hold it against him though. His job catering for half the damn town keeps him really busy. You've come to terms with it... You think.

Besides hacking, you have a couple of other hobbies, which are almost as nerdy. You have a soft spot for FANTASTICAL LITERATURE, especially of the more THRILLING GENRES. You have a thing for horrorterrors. You keep telling yourself it's not because of the tentacles... but sometimes you wonder. And then abruptly you stop wondering because it weirds you out. Anyway, there's a sizeable pile of COOL SQUIDDLES in your closet owing to this love of horror. You'll be damned if anyone ever finds their awesome, cuddly goodness. Your other hobby is the production of low-grade FIREWORKS, for which your incredibly bare and roomy basement has been turned into a workshop for. You are still scratching your head as to why your dad hasn't said a thing about this practice. After all, you've only set the basement on fire about, oh, four times?

Enough about your interests. Let's talk about YOU. You are widely known as a horrible delinquent, and not just because you hack things for fun. You have a KNACK for getting into trouble and getting right back out, and you've developed a hell of a set of legs for running from the law. Be it spraypainting peoples' houses, throwing firecrackers into paddle boats down by the bay, or pulling any number of PRACTICAL JOKES, you've never been caught, and you aim to keep it that way. It's not like you hurt anyone, really. You think everyone's just overreacting. Besides, no one really likes you besides this fact, so who do you have to impress? You're generally a bad person to be around, with your SHORT TEMPER and CONDESCENDING ATTITUDE. You try to be nice sometimes but... You dunno. It's probably just a habit.

Your Chumhandle, when you deign to talk to people, is conspiratorialRant and "You speak with an impeccably educated vocabulary, despite getting CONSIDERABLY LESS FANCY WHEN YOU'RE UPSET."

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Name: Jeremy Pucket
Sex: Male
Age: 14 (almost 15)
Title: Mage of Void
Land: Land of Stars and Dawn
Consorts: Sterling Gray Rabbits
Pesterchum Handle: conspiratorialRant (#000000)
Strife Specibi: Firecrkrkind, (later) Tomekind
Fetch Modus: Rainbow Sand Modus
Guardian: ChefDad

Lila Fields--temerariousXenomorph--Orwell

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Your name is LILA FIELDS, and you are a PRETTY RAD GAL, with TOTALLY ILL HAIR. You love the hair dye. And you're really sweet for someone who grew up in the middle of the FREAKING DESERT. Even though you love to playfully TEASE PEOPLE, you usually don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. You're not unflappable though, I mean really who is? So when people annoy you, you can get REALLY SNAPPISH. You've made some friends, if by friends you mean your tank of TROPICAL FISH, which totally, totally count. They even have names. The only other friends you have are the ones you met on pesterchum. Your guardian was your Pap, but he disappeared in the desert doing his mysterious research. He's probably ok, you think. Most likely he just got really, really lost. The man never could read a map.

Because of the whole grew up in the desert deal, you've had to entertain yourself a lot, and with this gigantic desert landscape, what could possibly be better to do than RUN AROUND AND JUMP OFF ROCKS. That shit is fun. Some people might call it PARKOUR, but you're pretty sure jumping off rocks is a more apt description.

When you're not acting like a reckless, rock-jumping DAREDEVIL, you like to stay in, BAKE SOMETHING DELICIOUS and enjoy your impressive collection of SCIENCE FICTION DVDS, your favorite of which can only tenuously be classified as part of the genre: the complete series of the X-FILES. It's your favorite because you really, really WANT TO BELIEVE. You don't care, and probably don't notice, when your friends laugh at your firm belief in EXTRATERRESTRIAL LIFE, and PARANORMAL PHENOMENA, including, but not limited to, PSYCHIC ABILITIES, CRYPOZOOLOGY, SPECTRAL ACTIVITY, TAROT CARD READING, LIFE AFTER DEATH, AND FORTUNE COOKIES. To explain why they're so hard to prove, you like to come up with ELABORATE CONSPIRACY THEORIES. Sometimes at night you will even sit on your roof and watch the sky for UFOs. You're sure you will see one someday. Perhaps they will even take you away and show you other awesome planets. But you're not counting on that. Especially if they're the evil kind of aliens that just kill people for really no reason. Because if that's the case, you will just have to get out your FLASHLIGHTKIND and LAY DOWN THE LAW on those space invaders. And then you will say something ill like "WELCOME TO EARTH" or "HASTA LA VISTA BABY", because man you love CATCHPHRASES. Especially in the event of leading the resistance against the alien invasion. And, wait... what were you thinking about? Oh, right. You have a tendency to GO OFF TRACK with your thoughts.

Your chumhandle is temerariousXenomorph, and your fetch modus is of the TAROT DECK variety, requiring you to do a reading with your captchalogue cards, and use the items in the order and way the reading dictates.


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Name: Lila Fields
Chumhandle: temerariousXenomorph
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Symbol: Flying saucer
Text Color + Eye Color: #4B0082
Guardian: Um... her fish?
Fetch Modus: Tarot Deck
Strife Specibus: flashlightkind
Sburb Title: Witch of Time
Planet: Land of Stars and Towers
Denizen: Hephaestus
Moon: Derse

This is a continuation of a previous setup created by Takeshishin, who, contradictory to his own rules, went afk for two weeks. The concept initially belongs to him, and as such there will always be a space reserved for him in the RP, regardless of whether or not the numbers are full, and should he return, there will be no penalty or removal of characters.

RP Thread Trolls
RP Thread Humans

[Krubby]

Thanks. I'll just make a post here so that there'll be a green marker next to this thread. :P

[malachy19]

Right on

[Raptarion]

Doesn't that make three teal bloods?

[Krubby]

Mine can be reclassified as jade if neccessary.

[Copper Knight]

How is the RP going to go about? I'd like a few more details on whether it'll be over Pesterchum, on the forum, what is expected of your posts and if there is some manner of order to post in. Like, just gimme the deets.

[digizaruk]

RP will be on a new thread, but the inter-player communication can be both on pesterchum and on the following links.

In Character
Out of Character

Posts should at least be Homestuck-esque with a command and then the following occurrences are described beneath it. There is no need to order posts, but let's try and not flood the thread with posts before others have posted.

[Sir Vex]

peep peep

[digizaruk]

Oh, and seeing as I just noticed, technically Agouti Caprin is turquoise blooded, but nonetheless, this is a little disconcerting. Now, seeing as Krubby volunteered, I'll make the necessary adjustments so that Agouti is Jade blooded instead. Also, I'm going to edit the list so that it also denotes the character's player within the tl;dr.

[Krubby]

Coolio. BTW, you have it listed in the title as 3 kids already filled, but it seems as though there are none yet. What's up with that?

[digizaruk]

That's me waiting for one character's tl;dr, and being lazy. Gimme a moment, and I'll take care of all that instantly.

Well. Except for the tl;dr of the one character.

[digizaruk]

Initial list of humans has been updated. Rally at will.

[Krubby]

I bet that in the climax of the story, Henry the Hamster will serve a vital role in success, similar to Captain Snoop.

[digizaruk]

Who told you my thoughts?! ... ... ?! ... ... ?!

[Capric Monarchy]

So I've sent my application.

And made a neat little signature link for this RP.

[digizaruk]

Thanks CM. I'd use it if it weren't for the size of my other sig link pic for my French speaking RP that I'm GMing. Also, it looks totally cool.

[warcraftPaladin]

Yessss

The last human position is mine, I say

Miiiiiiiine!

Edit: Whoops I just noticed that two of us have "vivacious" in our names! That won't do- let me change Cait's pesterchum to "vibrantVirtuoso" instead.

Also when is this starting???

[digizaruk]

You know what, WP, I'll start it early. I think we've all gotten a little lax about posting here, and we should start now.

Well, here's the thread you guys.

http://mspaforums.com/showthread.php...s-available%29

[Krubby]

I dunno if we've discussed the logistics enough yet to start with the trolls. Are they in contact with the humans? If not when will they? How do all these characters know each other? I guess we should discuss that in here as soon as possible before the IC get's very far. Also, thanks for doing all this after we lost the previous GM, Digizaruk, I really appreciate it.

[Raptarion]

Hey. Just out of curiosity, is it to late to ask that I be a heart class? Someone has said they would LIKE to be a heart class among the trolls, but has not specifically stated that they are.
I want to be a heart class because I have a story arc that involves my character dealing with an alternate version of himself. And Callieope has mentioned that's a common trait with heart players.

[digizaruk]

It's no big deal, really. I've yet to join or be a part of an RP that really got off the ground to begin with, so this is a nice way of taking charge and keeping us on track. As for the logistics of the situation, I'd say that we can leave that open for all of you to decide as a poll. How do you want the trolls to be?

Option 1: The Trolls can communicate with the humans and vice-versa, but neither of them really know that the other is different race (except for special situations).

Option 2: The Trolls can contact the humans but the humans can't contact the trolls, similar situation with race.

Option 3: Option 2, but switched around.

Option 4: Neither race can contact the other.

Option 5: They can communicate with the humans and vice-versa, and know of the other's race but choose not to believe it.

Option 6: There is no option six, but one can be created by request.

Hey. Just out of curiosity, is it to late to ask that I be a heart class? Someone has said they would LIKE to be a heart class among the trolls, but has not specifically stated that they are.
I want to be a heart class because I have a story arc that involves my character dealing with an alternate version of himself. And Callieope has mentioned that's a common trait with heart players.

I'm not going to say no. In fact it is absolutely fine with me. Any objections?

[Krubby]

I think I'd vote for option 1.

[tawnyPort]

I think a combination of option 1 and option 5, where if the trolls reveal their race it just isn't credible. Also, as the player who was looking to be the heart class I'm fine with not being the heart class, too. There are plenty of ways to explore what I'm hoping to with my character, so go nuts.

[Raptarion]

Sweet.

Here is how I thought the humans and trolls would contact each other.
After entry into the game, the most technologically advanced/ inept of species X manages to get into contact with species Y via elite hacking/ screwing around with their respective chat clients until something interesting happens.

Species Y is unable to contact species X until their most technologically inept/ advanced player does the same in reverse. (Ideally one inept person and one advanced for the sake of comedic contrast)

[digizaruk]

I suppose we have our 6th option. And now, all votes soon, please.