TROLLSLUM 7: No roleplaying. Profiles only. FINAL DESTINATION.

[llamamiah]

>Be the third elemental citrus Troll!

Umm... (_)K.



Your name is YOUZI FORDUL.

You are, despite MOST OF YOUR APPEARANCE, FEMALE. You don't care what gender people think you are, and YOU'RE FINE WITH IT if they think you're a BOY, a GIRL, or even a HERMAPHRODITE. The last one has happened on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS. A reason for the CONFUSION is your STYLE OF DRESS. You don't particularly CARE about looking like a GIRL, and your LARGE BOSOMS used to make other Trolls HIT ON YOU WAY TOO MUCH. So, you took SOME WHITE BANDAGES, and now you're hit on QUITE A BIT LESS.

You tend to be A LITTLE BIT SHY around NEW TROLLS, and when you were HIT ON ALL THE TIME... Well, QUITE A FEW TROLLS had their GENITALS PUNTED by your SHOEKIND. However, when around GOOD FRIENDS, you tend to be VERY EXCITABLE, RUNNING CIRCLES around your friends and GENERALLY BEING HYPER.

You also have an interest in ELECTRICITY, probably coming from your POWER PLANT HIVE. Your FERRET LUSUS maintains a GARDEN in your Lawnring, growing POMELOS. You eat them OFTEN, and have to EXCRCISE THE FAT OFF CONSTANTLY, due to you now wanting to LOOK FAT.

Your SECONDARY STRIFE SPECIBUS is allocated to ELECTRICITYKIND, which has SEVERAL TASERS AND CATTLE PRODS, along with a LIGHTNING ROD for BEATING THINGS WITH. Your FETCH MODUS is TRUST PASSWORD MODUS, where you must PROVE TO THE CARD that you're the REAL DEAL by saying a SECRET PASSWORD specific to that card.

One of your OTHER INTERESTS is REALLY WEIRD ANIME. You've watched TROLL-BO-BO about TWENTY TIMES NOW, and SCHOOLFED DAYS about THIRTY. You will also occasionally play INDIE GAMES, such as DEATHOLOGIST SUNDIAL AND THE SINGED CARCASS OF TIME, PURRBEAST MOON, and TrOlLvVvVv.

On Trollian, your trollTag is voltagePomelo, And y(_)u, umm... Tend t(_) be a bit shy... Ar(_)und new pe(_)ple. But ar(_)und friends, y(_)u're always super excited!!! Yeah!!

In SGRUB, you will become the PRIESTESS OF ORBIT in the LAND OF STORMS AND SATELLITES. Your CONSORTS will be SUN BEARS.

[potatato]

Your name is Quartha Septia you talk in a Speaking: Very organizational manner :End
You use pen kind, and have a worker bee lusus. You are as one may have guessed, pretty organizational.
Your trolltag is organizationalPeasant

[Pro Crastinator]

> Be the Forest Troll




You are ERONIS HARMON a STEADY youth of 6 sweeps who sports a DASHING broody FROWN some trolls find ENTICING from either a red or black perspective.
Even though this EXPRESSION seems to be stuck on your face by DEFAULT you have a rather pleasant PERSONALITY. You make a PRINCIPLE of being KIND and COURTEUS to strangers REGARDLESS of hemospectrum HIREARCHY unless you are povided with a REASON not to be.
You enjoy to JOKE but you are no FOOL, In your eyes ACTIONS speak louder than WORDS and what way does one see a persons TRUE COLOURS best then through how they STRIFE? You both like to watch people do BATTLE and ENGAGE in such activities yourself though you don't enjoy KILLING at all, unless the situation DEMANDS it.
You are a strong advocate of TRUTH and you are always HONEST unless you have been SWORN to SECRECY. In such situations you AVOID conversing about the subject AT ALL COST since you are a particularly HORRIBLE at LYING. You are also very DENSE when it comes to ROMANCE involvig yourself but your KEEN to notice the situation of OTHERS.

You hold a variety of INTERESTS close to your bloodpump such as READING HISTORICAL MYTHS, especially those that involve VIKINGS. You have NO IDEA where they came from but one day a BOOK fell out of the sky and into your FACE and you could CLEARLY read the content which told of the people of the NORTH and their GODS. The symbol you wear of your shirt is ODIN'S HORNS. You love to come up with crackpot THEORIES over all kinds of mythological stories.
Another one of your great interests is EXCERSISE and it's something you do EVERY DAY since there is not much else to do in the LAND OF TREES AND WATERFALLS. During your MARATHONS tend to secretly visit the land of CAVES AND SILENCE in hopes of catching a GLIPSE of someone you ADMIRE SRTONG(LY).

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS ranges from the unarmed LEG KIND to GREAVES KIND but appart from that you also practice the BOW KIND though you only use it in an emmergency as most of higher blood find it disrespectful.

You are particularly gifted when it comes to HERBAL MEDICINE and can with the help of your LUSUS fix up just about anyone who comes to your hive with an INJURY. Your LUSUS happens to have the form of a TREE ENT who once a month grows APPLES with potent HEALING POWERS though growth accelleration.
This is one of the reasons that your HIVE is under ATTACK very often but the other is that most trolls find your NEON-ORANGE BLOOD particularly OBNOXIOUS.

Your Troll-handle is fierceFORTITUDE (FF) and you type in ORANGE and in a way that makes you seem like "Ødin cøntæmplåting ... impørtånt måttærs..." you also tend to use emoticons with downward-turned horns {:>

[maya]

please, never leave us.

[InfernoTitan]

> Be the blindish pyro

Your name is INFERN OOKAMI. You are a 7 SWEEP-OLD ORANGEBLOOD, and usually rather aggravated. This is probably because of your EXTREMELY DEBILITATING EYE INJURY, which you acquired quite recently and really pisses you off.

Despite your less than sunny demeanor, you have quite a few INTERESTS, such as BURNING THINGS and STUPID ALTERNIANET SHIT. Did we mention you love to burn things? This is a TWOFOLD HOBBY, as it also helps you see with your ludicrously injured EYES. As for Alternianet, well, you just can't seem to stop finding all this ludicrous shit on GRUBTUBE. As well as fucking amazing songs.

As for your eye injury, its story is somewhat stupidly aggravating in its simplitude. Before a few months ago, you were a swell little fighter who swept down on people and beat the shit out of them. Many people's hives were burnt by you, and you fancied calling yourself the HEPTORCHER. You got FAR too COCKY, and you challenged a certain FRILLY DRESS WEARING SUBJUGGALATOR to a fight.

She proceeded to maim the SHIT out of your face with her sickle, cutting your left eye open and bleeding into your right. As such, you are now VERY NEARLY BLIND in one eye and COMPLETELY BLIND in the other. Your Lusus was... unsympathetic. Very much so.

Oh, your lusus. Rarely has there been a lusus less helpful than yours. While he's rather BADASS, he's also lazy as fuck. He's a Pyrebeast, a type of BIRD which constantly LEAKS OIL. It can light itself aflame when it's hunting or in danger, but yours just seems to squawk at you and endlessly make you hunt for the both of them. It's your lusus, in fact, that made you hate Birds. All of them. You love Canidbeasts though, who wouldn't?

This isn't entirely unfounded, however. You are a very fast person, REFLEXES toned to a ridiculous degree, and you aren't necesarrily all that weak. You dual-wield with your KODACHIKIND, and even then if all else fails you can resort to your nasty little psychic power of PYROKINESIS. All in all a nasty little repetoire, which still did jack shit to that Subjuggalator.

Your trolltag is hellHound, and you ~Arf~ tend to obsess over the Canidbeast lusus you never had ~woofwoof~.

[Pro Crastinator]

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please, never leave us.

Aww how sweet of you! I don't intend to feel free to chat him up on pesterchum if you'd like, that goes for anyone

[whimsicalSentenial]

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Well that's certainly quite awesome. But you might want to recolor the horns a bit so they're up to standards.

[Pro Crastinator]

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Well that's certainly quite awesome. But you might want to recolor the horns a bit so they're up to standards.

Thank you!
Yeah I was just winging it with the colours there, I'll fix it as soon as I get home from work.

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Now a bit more trolltastic C: (also working on a alterniabound version atm) Done AB ^^^

[Een]

BEE THE BEE-TROLL =>

Your name is MJALTE NIEJTA and you tell all of your friends that your greatest wish is to join the noble ranks of the VEXVITIATERS. These advanced members of Alternia’s great army combine their RAZOR WIT with DEADLY KNIFE THROWING to take down high profile enemy agents. Considering you are neither witty nor good at throwing knives, it’s a wonder anyone even believes you. They certainly shouldn’t believe you, because all of that is a COMPLETE LIE.

In reality you are frustratingly unmotivated and have almost NO AMBITIONS at all. If given the opportunity you’d LOUNGE AROUND your hive for the rest of your life. You only tell people that you want to be a Vexvitiater because the only job you’d actually be okay with is only reserved for the most WORTHLESS, INDOLENT TRASH Alternia can produce. You care a lot about what your friends think of you, and you know if they found out it’d be QUITE FROWNED UPON. Still, if you had your way, you’d actually want to be a CARPENTER DROID OVERSEER. These individuals are LEFT BEHIND on the empire’s home planet to ensure the androids that facilitate the construction of new hives do their job properly and leave no young troll without their first home. You think this line of work would be absolutely PERFECT for you, because it would be a graceful combination of two out of three of your favorite things: SITTING AROUND and ARCHITECTURE.

Your third favorite thing is BEES. But we’ll get back to that later.

Designing buildings and drawing floor plans is just about the only thing that can get you MOTIVATED. Otherwise, you are kind of APATHETIC to the world around you. Because Alternia does have carpenter droids there’s no need for your construction project ideas, and your single talent is more or less wasted while you sit around being a LAZY, BORING, HONEY-DRINKING MORON.

Your favorite kind of honey to drink is, of course, MIND HONEY. People say drinking mind honey is a terrible idea, and they would be right if you had any kind of PSYCHIC ABILITIES. Fortunately, unlike most trolls of your low blood color, you are COMPLETELY USELESS when it comes to extrasensory powers. Instead, the consumption of this liquid just makes you sit around even more than usual while you satisfy the STRANGE URGE the honey gives you to CONTEMPLATE THE UNIVERSE. You cultivate this honey by being an AMATEUR BEEKEEPER and you have several beehives inside your own hive so it’s pretty much just hive central all up in there. You are an EXCELLENT CARETAKER and would be pretty upset if anything ever happened to your beloved bees. Their ability to create structures that are equal parts elegant, creative, and functional is ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING to you. You’re impressed by their natural penchant for architecture, but not so much their diligent, hard-working nature, and so unfortunately their INDUSTRIOUSNESS will probably never rub off on you.

Your trollTag is amblingApidae and you hive the abeelity to zpeak with a diztinct buzz!

i told my friends i was going to make a troll that spoke in bee puns.

they totally didn't beelieve me D=

this is just downright silly.

also, bees.

[Quiskiver]

GOOD GOG I LOVE ALL OF THESE FANTROLLS. ALL OF THEM.

*cough*

===>Be the artistic...you mean, the @rti$tic troll.



Your name is VALERT PENGLER, a young troll of 7 SOLAR SWEEPS, or, roughly 15 in human years. You don't exactly know what a human is, but it sounds interesting. You are of the RED BLOOD lineage, the lowest of the low in the caste system, but this doesn't bother you in the slightest. Blood's blood, no matter what color. Your shirt symbol is basically a white ink stain....

Of your interests, being UNIQUE is nearly everything to you. If anything is too average or bland, it irritates you to no end, and if you have the chance to, you would make said bland thing unique in itself. Right above uniqueness, You have a near fanatical obsession with ART, which you have dedicated your whole being into. One day, you fantasize about joining His Most Royal Tyranny's legions of ARTER'S, who spend their entire adult lives painting, drawing, and sketching the world around them. You are an ink artist, mostly using sketch penicls and ink pens, but you usually discard every one of your drawings into a fireplace and watch it burn....which leads to another interest of yours, WATCHING THINGS BURN, which suffice to say...is a tad unhealthy, but addiction is a hard thing to break.

You have very little confidence in your own artistic ability, despite what others might say about your amazing talent. You wish to revive the cultural wasteland that is abound and festering in Alternia by injecting art in all of it's forms back into normal troll life, but most other trolls either ignore the stasis or further it's desolation by playing shit like FLARPING. You hate games. You seriously do.

Others state you always have A CURIOUS EXPRESSION about you, as you tend to stare at things too long when examining, trying to find the quirks that make others unique. Usually because of this, others mark you off as either mentally slow or unstable. You've confirmed that you are neither, of course. You also tend to be QUIET, usually lost in your thoughts of different medians and ways to produce a drawing. When others speak to you though, you like to be KIND, despite the violent tendencies most trolls have. Your kindness though, tends to drive off normal trolls, leaving ALL FOUR OF YOUR QUADRANTS quite empty....except maybe for Kismesis. You're sure lots of people hate you.

Your lusus is in the form of an OCTOPUS, which is rare for a lowblooded land dweller, but it was rightfully chosen for you. It always produces INKS OF VARIOUS COLORS for when the need of drawing arose. You love it dearly as it floats in an aquarium tank within your Hive, which, is rather...rundown. It's a small one-floor building made of cardboard, with squares cut out for the windows and doors. And yes...it collapses when it rains.

Your Strife Specibus is POKERKIND, specifically, a fireplace poker, which is really good at jabbing. You have the SKETCH MODUS, and your world is the LAND OF PAPER AND INK. Your title is STRANGER OF COLOR, your Trollian handle is wayvardArter, @nd you like to type @rti$tic@lly, u$ing big f@ncy word$ $uch @s indubit@bly @nd 'fuckworthy.'

[CaritheDuck]

I don't feel like putting detail into this one, maybe later.



TITLE: Rogue of Might
Trollian Handle: perkyDevious
NAME: Karene Chestr
AGE: 8 Sweeps.
LAND : LAND OF MEADOW AND POWDER
LUSUS: Fluffbeast(Rabbit)
DREAM SELF: Derse
STRIFE SPECIBI: Canekind
BLOOD CASTE: Blue
LIKES: Flirting, using her blindness to get away with shit, being happy.
HATES: Not getting her way, sensless fighting/killing
HEX COLOR: #263aad
SYLLADEX: Capsule
QUIRK:
o= \o/
a= ^
ing= ING

[CaptainZaven]

Be the Sleepy Princess.

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Jesselitia Erihppas. ( Yeah i didn't follow the 6 letter rule. But who gives a fuck.)

Your name is JESSELITIA ERIHPPAS, you are NINE SWEEPS OLD. You are a SEA DWELLER who no longer DWELLS in the SEA. You have been locked in you UNUSUALLY LARGE HIVE your whole life because of a past encounter you would RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT. You have NARCOLEPSY but to make it sound silly NARTROLEPSY............ that sounds stupid. Your troll tag is lazyMistress and you b=li-v= =v=ryon= and =v=rything should b= tr=at=d =qually!

you should probably upload a picture that isn't a face book picture of "smoking a eyeliner pencil." you should probably use tinypic or imgur or something, but a facebook picture won't show up.

PRO Crastinator, that AB sprite looks particularly... STRONG.
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[tpyrope612]

Be the Sleepy Princess

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your name is JESSELITIA ERIHPPAS. (yes. no 6 letter rule, BUT WHATEVZ.) you are a SEA DWELLER who no longer DWELLS in the SEA. You suffer from NARCOLEPSY, but you are a playful person so you call it NARTROLLEPSY............. that sounds stupid. Anyways, you have been locked in your UNUSUALLY LARGE HIVE for basically your WHOLE LIFE.

Name: Jesselitia Erihppas
Blood color: Violet
Gender: Female
Age: 9 solar sweeps
Lusus: Seabird (deceased)
Symbol: upside down J
Strife specibi: SLABKIND
Trolltag: lazyMistress
Typing quirk: you b=li=v= =v=rything should b= tr=at=d =qually!
Title: Rogue of Beauty
Land: Land of Gems and Freedom

Quadrants:
Matesprit: deadeyeIntermediary
Moirall: deadlyRodent
Kismesis: scaryCactus
Auspistice: None.

[tpyrope612]

Be the Sleepy Princess.

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Jesselitia Erihppas. ( Yeah i didn't follow the 6 letter rule. But who gives a fuck.)

Your name is JESSELITIA ERIHPPAS, you are NINE SWEEPS OLD. You are a SEA DWELLER who no longer DWELLS in the SEA. You have been locked in you UNUSUALLY LARGE HIVE your whole life because of a past encounter you would RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT. You have NARCOLEPSY but to make it sound silly NARTROLEPSY............ that sounds stupid. Your troll tag is lazyMistress and you b=li-v= =v=ryon= and =v=rything should b= tr=at=d =qually!

you should probably upload a picture that isn't a face book picture of "smoking a eyeliner pencil." you should probably use tinypic or imgur or something, but a facebook picture won't show up.

PRO Crastinator, that AB sprite looks particularly... STRONG.
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yeah i reposted! that was embarrassing.

[Temperencia]

>Be that one starry eyed girl


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>Stop holding up that ridiculous sign
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APPOLINAE ASTRAIOS
Maiden of Life
Land of Moons and Holes

Your name is APPOLINAE ASTRAIOS, and you are feeling rather DELIGHTFUL.

Well, not really. You are INFLICTED with one of the RAREST INFECTIONS titled SOLAROPTOMY, and you were born with it TWO MONTHS after you were BORN. The DISEASE is not really a CRUCIAL DISEASE, but still has it's PROS and CONS. It makes you see CERTAIN OBJECTS as STARS, for instance, other TROLL'S PUPILS are replaced by two STARS. You know that they really have NORMAL PUPILS fortunately so that you don't make a fucking FOOL out of yourself. Although only ONE of your EYES were INFECTED, it spread to your OTHER EYE, but didn't change the LOOK of it. Other than SWITCHING PICTURES with STARS, it is ACTUALLY USEFUL. You can TEMPORARILY ENCASE your OPPONENT'S EYESIGHT with STARS, LOOK into FAR DISTANCE, and of course, FIRE LASER BEAMS of out them.

Another SAD THING about you is that you're GRINNING all the time. This is due to being FORCED to SPY and OVERHEARING the TROLL MAFIOSO'S PLANS. Unfortunately, you were FOLLOWED by a GRUNT, and after you KNEW their PLANS, he CAPTURED you and STITCHED your MOUTH into a GRIN, and had a WITCH cast a SPELL on the STITCHES, which was if the STITCHES were ever REMOVED, you'd be KILLED--INSTANTLY.

Okay ASIDE from DEPRESSING MEMORIES, you have a BURNING PASSION for the ASTRONOMY. You wish to DISCOVER a NEW PLANET, or maybe a new UNIVERSE. Or maybe even FIND DERSE or PROSPIT. But you know you can't do these kinds of THINGS, so you just STICK with FINDING METEORITES and EXAMINING STARS.

Due to your SMILING, you decided to KEEP a DELIGHTFUL, PERKY PERSONALITY. FLIRTY, TEASING, and PRAISING-- all of it is FAKE. Behind your LUSCIOUS SMILE is just a DEPRESSED, ISOLATED DAMSEL. EMOTIONAL, PATHETIC, and SENSITIVE, your TRUE SELF. You were like this due to your LOSS of your LUSUS, who was repeatedly TORTURED by the TROLL MAFIOSO, how other trolls used to COMMENT on your PERSONALITY and STUPIDITY, and the CONSTANT THREATS by SEADWELLERS since you lived quite CLOSE to the HIGH BLOODS.

You are rather SUPERSTITIOUS, like you can make a WISH by putting BOONSBUCKS in a FOUNTAIN, breaking a MIRROR causes bad luck for approximately THREE SWEEPS, and so on. However, you hate ADMITTING your BELIEFS since it's so god damn FUCKING EMBARRASSING, so you tend to AVOID the SUBJECT or FLAT OUT DENY it.

Your LUSUS is a ENORMOUS SQUIRREL. Honestly, you think she's ANNOYING. Collecting ACORNS, RUNNING EVERYWHERE, and TAKING ALL YOUR SHIT for BOONSBUCKS. However, you get DEPRESSED whenever you think of it's DEATH. You think SOMEONE would be HAPPY if a LUSUS like that would fall to their DEMISE, but you are just... SAD.

Your FETCH MODUS is CONSTELLATION, where you are GIVEN a LARGE BLACK TABLET EMBODIED with WHITE STARS. You are REQUIRED to MAKE AN IMAGE of the ITEM you CAPTCHALOUGED to get it back, it's really TIME WASTING, so you're not sure why you're still using the STUPID MODUS.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is not LASERKIND due to your EYES, or SHURIKENKIND due to your OBSSESION with STARS, but SHOEKIND. Aside from ASTRONOMY, you were HIGHLY INTERESTED in PARKOUR, and in the game MIRROR'S END. You began to practice PARKOUR, JUMPING, LEAPING, and HOPPING one PLACE to ANOTHER. You aren't AFRAID to STRIFE, really.

Your TROLLTAG is sewnupTranquility and Yoouu'ree noot suure why yoouu aaree uusiing aa coompuuteer iinsteeaad oof beeiing oouutsiide!

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PRO Crastinator, that AB sprite looks particularly... STRONG.
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Both receiving a capitalized PRO and a sweaty Equius in one post D8
My day Sir. You made it.

Also:

Jegus man. This is unarguably one of the cutest trolls I've seen *v*

[Cliff_Racer]

>Be the surfer brah



Your name is BRANNG HEYNTN, and are really cold right now.

You SURF. ALOT. If you aren't SURFING, you're waiting out natural disasters so you can, or asleep. Or maybe doing other stuff? You just go wherever the CURRENTS take you. You fancy yourself one of those PHILOSOPHISIZIN' TYPES, but you're terrible at it anyways.

Your surfing is oft interrupted by other seabloods that thing getting in the way of your WAVES is a good way to STAY ALIVE. Well, not just seabloods, it's nearly anyone who breaks your waves, which does tend to be lower bloods sometimes. You're pretty chill about the CASTE SYSTEM, only really adhering close to it when you get PISSED.

You're cool with CHILLIN' IT UP WITH ANYONE, but you tend to take that TOO LITERALLY. You're normally very cold if you're out of the water, the warm tides near the surface keeping your blood hot. As a result, you're normally shivering or rubbing your arms to generate some friction heat.

Your sylladex modus is TEMP. Depending on your body temperature, it will be easier or harder to retrieve items from it.

Your strife specibus is set to BOARDKIND. Appropriately enough, you strife with your signature SURFBOARD.

Your trolltag is thrashedSharkbait and you Eemphasise on Yyour bbodYy temp, SURFING fascination, the intensest Waves and SURFER lingo, BRAH.

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Name: Branng Heyntn
Blood color: 'Thistle' (Violet)
Caste system: Closely only when pissed, hardly at all otherwise.
Gender: Male
Age: 6 1/2 solar sweeps
Lusus: Sea Turtle
Symbol: Surf board
Strife specibi: BOARDKIND
Trolltag: thrashedSharkbait
Typing quirk: Eemphasise on Yyour bbodYy temp, SURFING fascination, the intensest Waves and SURFER lingo, BRAH.
Title: Knight of Heat
Land: Land of Chaos and Clockwork

[Xanaomin]

> Be the bard.

You cannot be the bard, as the bard is currently on a dragon-slaying adventure!

> Fine... be the bassist then.

That you can do.

Your name is STRATOS FENN. You are a little over 9 SWEEPS OLD. You like MUSIC. You REALLY LIKE MUSIC. Especially when the music has an EPICLY SOLID BEAT. You love to JAM on your SICK BASS GUITAR. You've mastered ALL OF THE BASS SKILLS. ALL OF THEM. Really, playing the bass is the ONE THING you're actually GOOD AT. You aspire to find TRUSTWORTHY BANDMATES and ROCK THIS PLANET!!!, after which you'll ROCK THE UNIVERSE!!!, or something like that. Occasionally, you binge on SOPOR SLIME, which increases your likelyhood to JAM SO HARD THAT YOU START SICK FIRES BRO.

Your blood hue is a DIRTY GREEN color. You're not entirely sure why, but that tends to PUT PEOPLE OFF of LISTENING TO YOUR MUSICAL BEATS. You have a LUSUS, an EAGLE. You FLEW THE COOP at a young age, however, and HAVEN'T SEEN HIM SINCE. So yes, you are HIVELESS.

You use the BASSKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS, which humorously enough, lets you use BASS FISH as well as your instrument. Your FETCH MODUS is set to TUNER MODUS, which means you have to PLAY A CERTAIN NOTE ON YOUR BASS to uncapchalogue something. This can be turned off, so that you don't wind up FLINGING ALL OF YOUR STUFF AROUND whenever you jam.

Your TrollTag is bassLine, and You te♫♪ to s#ow off your musical tale♫t.

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Name: Stratos Fenn
Blood Color: Dirty green, #508100
Gender: Male
Age: 9 solar sweeps
Lusus: Eagle
Strife Specibus: Basskind
Trolltag: bassLine
Typing quirk: d = ♪, n = ♫, h = #
Symbol:

[Alyss]

>Be the punk rocker chick.



Your name is ROXINA MORADO and fuck the world.

Let's cut to the chase, because that's how you like things. No time to be wasted on stupid bullshit.

During your younger years, about three sweeps, you were infected by Sangui Jejuna, a type of the rare but deadly hemotoxin Turpis Tumultu.

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Name: Turpis Tumultu


A rare, lethal hemotoxin found on Alternia. Most trolls are infected via cuts, burns, scratches at a young age in the Trial Caverns. It can be found on walls, stalagtites/mites as moss, fungi, or just dirty-looking water. As for the form of water, some lusii consume the infected water, letting a sickly forest green/dark teal mold grow inside their mouths. This is another way the disease can be given to trolls.


-Type A: Hemocogulo

.The blood in your body literally starts to coagulate inside your veins, stopping blood flow to the heart and brain/what ever organs trolls have. Takes around two weeks to kill.

-Type B: Sangui Jejuna The affects of this disease happen over the course of three sweeps:

.Stage One: The victim's blood turns an extremely dark, almost black, shade of red. This stage wouldn't happen on any other planet, because a new chemical in the blood is reacting with a gas in the Alternian atmosphere, causing it to change color.

.Stage Two: The blood becomes extremely thin, a simple paper cut could be a death sentence.

.Stage Three: The victim vomits blood on a regular basis.

.Stage Four: (It is very, very, very rare for someone to get past Stage three, or even two, depending on how much trouble an individual gets in) The victim eventually bleeds out of
every orifice.
And then death.

You only experienced Stage One of Sangui Jejuna. You fail to realize how lucky you really are to be alive, seeing as that pretty much never happens. You blood now being a dark red, as opposed to the so-close-to-sea-dweller indigo you once had, it put you into an eternal hissyfit. You donned a new identity, going from the prissy, stuck up highblood to a punk rock rebel (who is still stuck up). Of course, this new 'rebel' image is a facade, and is simply just you taking everything out of proportion. Like you always do.

Now, let's get into this band you're in.

You are the lead vocalist of the band Bloody Monarchy, and you consider yourself to be the leader, which is far from the truth. You are far to bitchy and unreliable to withhold such a title! You found the group's leader, Karalis Paene, at a grungy bar in a drunken rant about blood color, much like you were. He said in a slurred, nigh-unintelligible voice that he was making a band, that would soon lead a rebellion against the corrupt Alternian government. You, still intoxicated, agreed to join the band. One sweep later and plus two band members (a tealblooded, naive skank with a heart of pure gold and a slacker greenblooded wannabe aviator), you're back to the present.

But we've gotten off-topic.

Hmm, let's get to your interests. You are simply infatuated by space travel, and actually spend time out of your day to come up with plans n' skematics n' blueprints n' shit with the aforementioned green-blood. You plan to make a rocket ship of some kind, and blast off to space, where the air won't turn your blood red, and you can make you're own civilization, where you and your friends maybe your friends can rule! Yeah! YEAH!!!!!!!!

Ahem, anyway... You also like to sing! Although it is mediocre at best, it's kinda fun! And it's all screaming anyways, so no one can really tell if that's your actual singing voice. But, you're even more interested in becoming an actor. It's the only reason you somewhat look forward to joining the Fleet, besides the whole space thing. Too bad you're fucking awful at it. Any sentient being would cringe at the choppy dialogue, overdone emotional scenes, and just plain bad acting. But sex scene you reckon you'd be good at. Yep. Pretty good at those.

...

You utterly despise everyone expecting a sorta-highblood like yourself to read up on their ancestor. You think the ancestor deal is total BS, especially due to your 'out with the old, in with the new' mentality. And, being an indigoblood(ish), you naturally feel disdain for those of lower blood than you. Although, you think other highbloods can go suck a bone bulge. Yep, just blind, general hate for everyone because of your own petty problems.

You are impatient, easily angered, and completely self-centered, because everyone else's issues dwarf your own. Because having dark red blood is totally worse than dying a horrible, slow death, cold and alone. As one may guess, you also have a hard time giving a single fuck about anyone else, and you never have. But that doesn't matter, because in your eyes, that's okay. You can pretend to be some hardcore girl rebelling against the system, that you still live by, when you'll always be some bitch in a mediocre band.

But that's okay.

Your trollTag is pseudoRocket and ~~,,~,,~('<' your words have a Striking Sense of SyniSism to them. You also enunSiate the 'S' Sound, dumbaSS. You alSo honor your dragon luSuS, that you Still hang with.

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Name: Roxina Morado
trollTag: pseudoRocket
Blood Color: #50006A/#250000
Personality: Impatient, rude, self-centered, over-dramatic, stuck up, easily angered (read: total bitch)
Quirk: S= capital, turns 'c' into a capital 'S' if it makes the S-sound. Pre-fixes with a dragon [ ~~,,~,,~('<' ]
Likes: Singing, acting, space travel
Dislikes: Highbloods, lowbloods, ancestors
Lusus: Dragon
Symbol: Troll Skull
SBURB Land: Land of Change and Flow
SBURB Title: Sprite of Truth

[curiousTerminal]

>Attempt to be the thick guy.



Your attempt was a resounding success!

Your name is CRASSU ARTIOS, 2 names which are embarrassingly close to the LATIN WORDS for both THICK and DENSE, and yet it DESCRIBES YOU PERFECTLY.

Your skin is abnormally thick. So thick in fact, that for about an inch or so, there are no blood vessels, causing you to have never been CUT DEEP ENOUGH TO BLEED. As a result you cannot blush, bleed and you do not know your own blood color. You do, however, have a HIGH PAIN THRESHOLD, so you also have never cried. You're also a BIT OF A WUSS and are not willing to cut yourself deep enough to see your blood color. You assume you're rather low down on the hemospectrum though, since no highblood would ever be born with such an odd abnormality.

Despite your obviously low place on the spectrum, you follow it to the letter, and expect most people to do the same. As such, you're not friends with many of the redbloods, and you tend to shy away from the higher-blooded. As a result, you mostly hang around with orange and yellowbloods, though occasionally a greenblood will pique your interest to the point that you forget the hemospectrum for a while. This may also result from your THICKNESS.

In fact, your best friend is a greenblood. But more on her later.

Keeping with your thick skin and horns, you are also THICKHEADED, and you tend to think slowly. You reflect this in your typing style on your Trollian handle of abhorrentThickness by ...speaking... with ellipses put in... where your thoughts pause... but also sometimes for... emphasis...

Your lusus is a large rhino, your modus finds the AVERAGE DENSITY of the object you captchalouge, and places it in a card, numbered 1 to zero based off of the density to the thousandths decimal place. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is bladekind, enabling you to wield all forms of DAGGERS, SWORDS AND KNIVES, which you generally try to cut yourself with, but pussy out at the last moment.

Although you do not know it, your blood color is a rusty orange/brown. (#BE4C00) If you knew it, you'd probably dress like this.

Before entering the Medium, your lusus would die by way of sylladex mishap, clobbering it on the head with an enormous rock. This is what finally caused you to cry, and to know your blood color as it dripped into your lusus' matching and growing pool.

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Name: Crassu Artios
Blood Color: ??? (Orange, #BE4C00)
Gender: Male
Age: 7.25 solar sweeps (16 years)
Lusus: Rhinoceros.
Strife Specibus: Bladekind
Trolltag: abhorrentThickness
Typing quirk: Ellipses at the beginning and end of all statements, as well as replacing spaces.
Symbol:
SGRUB Planet: Land of Rain and Spheres
SGRUB Title: Monk of Self (If he were to got tiger, he would learn that people are who they are, and that the hemospectrum is meaningless)

I actually use that handle if you want to pester it.
Might make his greenblooded friend soon. If I can figure out how not to make her hair look retarded in every way possible.

[CaptainZaven]

I was sitting on this profile for like three months trying to get the profile right, so you know what, he's going up, i don't give a fuck anymore.

>_Be the Frog Troll!

It's actually a Toad.

>_But they're like, in the same taxonomical families!

But it's completely different anyways!

>_FINE, be the Toad troll. Or whatever. Getting into an argument like this is dumb, you're writing both parts.

Well will you let me introduce the troll yet then?

>_Do whatever. I don't care anymore.

OKAY FINE YOU ARE NOW THE TOAD TROLL



You are ANURAN BUFKOT, and you are BOUND TO LIFE SUPPORT. Your robotic suit protects your bones, your lungs, and most importantly, your eyes. If your helmet were to ever create a break in the seal, you would die before sunrise. Fortunately, it is a very sturdy helmet, and a very sturdy suit to boot!
Your hive was built extremely close to a ROBOTICS FACTORY on the planet, and the byproduct of that factory was a ton of SMOG. While your TOAD LUSUS had no problem with this due to its ability to breath through its skin, it gave you a MULTITUDE OF HEALTH PROBLEMS.
Fortunately for you, you figured out a way to survive using your MUTANT POWER. You have the power to command ANYONE WHO LOOKS DIRECTLY INTO YOUR EYES. Before you were rendered completely useless by the poisoning, you... commissioned a couple of workers from the factory to steal parts and build you a robotic exoskeleton. It has advanced filtration techniques to prevent further poison from inhalation, and provides a stable environment for your tender eyes. Of course, you made them install a shutter to retract the lenses if you NEED to persuade someone, but you can only have your eyes unexposed for a very brief time before the pain becomes overwhelming.
Most would consider you to be slightly stupid, because you're very slow at conversing. This lack of conversing, however, is more due to you being extremely careful about your word selection. Accidentally commanding people around used to be a large issue, so you refrain from speaking idiomatically as much as possible. While the helmet has mitigated the issue of accidental commands, the thought process behind it is still ingrained.
Since you were always hesitant to interact with other trolls, you developed a rather large BOOK COLLECTION. To make up for the lack of romance in your life, you especially are interested in ROMANCE NOVELS. specifically, PULP ROMANCE NOVELS.
You tend to try and be "As cool as a cucumber.... but not like a literal cucumber, just being very mindful of any sort of turn of phrase... being sure to not speak rashly... not like an itchy rash, just implusively" (makes very sure to avoid metaphors and turns of phrase so that he doesn't accidentally tell someone to do something rash)

if you were in a sburb session, you would be the SHIT, I DON'T KNOW in the LAND OF WHO GIVES A FUCK.

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Name: ANURAN BUFKOT
color: orange-ish e6953a
strife specubi: shield-kind, Poison-kind
mutant power: hypo-eyes
weakness: completely fucked without his suit.

AB sprite: (i am sorry these are a litle shitty, it was my first time freedrawing instead of just makin edits)

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Okay, you said he's got hyponizing eyes. we all want to see those.

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ALL MOTHERFUCKING GLORY TO THE HYPNOTROLL

Note: this is the second of the five trolls i am making for the Five Deadly Venoms.

[OPtimus]

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>Be the punk rocker chick.



Your name is ROXINA MORADO and fuck the world.

Let's cut to the chase, because that's how you like things. No time to be wasted on stupid bullshit.

During your younger years, about three sweeps, you were infected by Sangui Jejuna, a type of the rare but deadly hemotoxin Turpis Tumultu.

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Name: Turpis Tumultu


A rare, lethal hemotoxin found on Alternia. Most trolls are infected via cuts, burns, scratches at a young age in the Trial Caverns. It can be found on walls, stalagtites/mites as moss, fungi, or just dirty-looking water. As for the form of water, some lusii consume the infected water, letting a sickly forest green/dark teal mold grow inside their mouths. This is another way the disease can be given to trolls.


-Type A: Hemocogulo

.The blood in your body literally starts to coagulate inside your veins, stopping blood flow to the heart and brain/what ever organs trolls have. Takes around two weeks to kill.

-Type B: Sangui Jejuna The affects of this disease happen over the course of three sweeps:

.Stage One: The victim's blood turns an extremely dark, almost black, shade of red. This stage wouldn't happen on any other planet, because a new chemical in the blood is reacting with a gas in the Alternian atmosphere, causing it to change color.

.Stage Two: The blood becomes extremely thin, a simple paper cut could be a death sentence.

.Stage Three: The victim vomits blood on a regular basis.

.Stage Four: (It is very, very, very rare for someone to get past Stage three, or even two, depending on how much trouble an individual gets in) The victim eventually bleeds out of
every orifice.
And then death.

You only experienced Stage One of Sangui Jejuna. You fail to realize how lucky you really are to be alive, seeing as that pretty much never happens. You blood now being a dark red, as opposed to the so-close-to-sea-dweller indigo you once had, it put you into an eternal hissyfit. You donned a new identity, going from the prissy, stuck up highblood to a punk rock rebel (who is still stuck up). Of course, this new 'rebel' image is a facade, and is simply just you taking everything out of proportion. Like you always do.

Now, let's get into this band you're in.

You are the lead vocalist of the band Bloody Monarchy, and you consider yourself to be the leader, which is far from the truth. You are far to bitchy and unreliable to withhold such a title! You found the group's leader, Karalis Paene, at a grungy bar in a drunken rant about blood color, much like you were. He said in a slurred, nigh-unintelligible voice that he was making a band, that would soon lead a rebellion against the corrupt Alternian government. You, still intoxicated, agreed to join the band. One sweep later and plus two band members (a tealblooded, naive skank with a heart of pure gold and a slacker greenblooded wannabe aviator), you're back to the present.

But we've gotten off-topic.

Hmm, let's get to your interests. You are simply infatuated by space travel, and actually spend time out of your day to come up with plans n' skematics n' blueprints n' shit with the aforementioned green-blood. You plan to make a rocket ship of some kind, and blast off to space, where the air won't turn your blood red, and you can make you're own civilization, where you and your friends maybe your friends can rule! Yeah! YEAH!!!!!!!!

Ahem, anyway... You also like to sing! Although it is mediocre at best, it's kinda fun! And it's all screaming anyways, so no one can really tell if that's your actual singing voice. But, you're even more interested in becoming an actor. It's the only reason you somewhat look forward to joining the Fleet, besides the whole space thing. Too bad you're fucking awful at it. Any sentient being would cringe at the choppy dialogue, overdone emotional scenes, and just plain bad acting. But sex scene you reckon you'd be good at. Yep. Pretty good at those.

...

You utterly despise everyone expecting a sorta-highblood like yourself to read up on their ancestor. You think the ancestor deal is total BS, especially due to your 'out with the old, in with the new' mentality. And, being an indigoblood(ish), you naturally feel disdain for those of lower blood than you. Although, you think other highbloods can go suck a bone bulge. Yep, just blind, general hate for everyone because of your own petty problems.

You are impatient, easily angered, and completely self-centered, because everyone else's issues dwarf your own. Because having dark red blood is totally worse than dying a horrible, slow death, cold and alone. As one may guess, you also have a hard time giving a single fuck about anyone else, and you never have. But that doesn't matter, because in your eyes, that's okay. You can pretend to be some hardcore girl rebelling against the system, that you still live by, when you'll always be some bitch in a mediocre band.

But that's okay.

Your trollTag is pseudoRocket and ~~,,~,,~('<' your words have a Striking Sense of SyniSism to them. You also enunSiate the 'S' Sound, dumbaSS. You alSo honor your dragon luSuS, that you Still hang with.

Hawt. So if theres a troll band, what postions aren't taken? I wanna make a band-troll.

[Alyss]

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>Be the punk rocker chick.



Your name is ROXINA MORADO and fuck the world.

Let's cut to the chase, because that's how you like things. No time to be wasted on stupid bullshit.

During your younger years, about three sweeps, you were infected by Sangui Jejuna, a type of the rare but deadly hemotoxin Turpis Tumultu.

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Name: Turpis Tumultu


A rare, lethal hemotoxin found on Alternia. Most trolls are infected via cuts, burns, scratches at a young age in the Trial Caverns. It can be found on walls, stalagtites/mites as moss, fungi, or just dirty-looking water. As for the form of water, some lusii consume the infected water, letting a sickly forest green/dark teal mold grow inside their mouths. This is another way the disease can be given to trolls.


-Type A: Hemocogulo

.The blood in your body literally starts to coagulate inside your veins, stopping blood flow to the heart and brain/what ever organs trolls have. Takes around two weeks to kill.

-Type B: Sangui Jejuna The affects of this disease happen over the course of three sweeps:

.Stage One: The victim's blood turns an extremely dark, almost black, shade of red. This stage wouldn't happen on any other planet, because a new chemical in the blood is reacting with a gas in the Alternian atmosphere, causing it to change color.

.Stage Two: The blood becomes extremely thin, a simple paper cut could be a death sentence.

.Stage Three: The victim vomits blood on a regular basis.

.Stage Four: (It is very, very, very rare for someone to get past Stage three, or even two, depending on how much trouble an individual gets in) The victim eventually bleeds out of
every orifice.
And then death.

You only experienced Stage One of Sangui Jejuna. You fail to realize how lucky you really are to be alive, seeing as that pretty much never happens. You blood now being a dark red, as opposed to the so-close-to-sea-dweller indigo you once had, it put you into an eternal hissyfit. You donned a new identity, going from the prissy, stuck up highblood to a punk rock rebel (who is still stuck up). Of course, this new 'rebel' image is a facade, and is simply just you taking everything out of proportion. Like you always do.

Now, let's get into this band you're in.

You are the lead vocalist of the band Bloody Monarchy, and you consider yourself to be the leader, which is far from the truth. You are far to bitchy and unreliable to withhold such a title! You found the group's leader, Karalis Paene, at a grungy bar in a drunken rant about blood color, much like you were. He said in a slurred, nigh-unintelligible voice that he was making a band, that would soon lead a rebellion against the corrupt Alternian government. You, still intoxicated, agreed to join the band. One sweep later and plus two band members (a tealblooded, naive skank with a heart of pure gold and a slacker greenblooded wannabe aviator), you're back to the present.

But we've gotten off-topic.

Hmm, let's get to your interests. You are simply infatuated by space travel, and actually spend time out of your day to come up with plans n' skematics n' blueprints n' shit with the aforementioned green-blood. You plan to make a rocket ship of some kind, and blast off to space, where the air won't turn your blood red, and you can make you're own civilization, where you and your friends maybe your friends can rule! Yeah! YEAH!!!!!!!!

Ahem, anyway... You also like to sing! Although it is mediocre at best, it's kinda fun! And it's all screaming anyways, so no one can really tell if that's your actual singing voice. But, you're even more interested in becoming an actor. It's the only reason you somewhat look forward to joining the Fleet, besides the whole space thing. Too bad you're fucking awful at it. Any sentient being would cringe at the choppy dialogue, overdone emotional scenes, and just plain bad acting. But sex scene you reckon you'd be good at. Yep. Pretty good at those.

...

You utterly despise everyone expecting a sorta-highblood like yourself to read up on their ancestor. You think the ancestor deal is total BS, especially due to your 'out with the old, in with the new' mentality. And, being an indigoblood(ish), you naturally feel disdain for those of lower blood than you. Although, you think other highbloods can go suck a bone bulge. Yep, just blind, general hate for everyone because of your own petty problems.

You are impatient, easily angered, and completely self-centered, because everyone else's issues dwarf your own. Because having dark red blood is totally worse than dying a horrible, slow death, cold and alone. As one may guess, you also have a hard time giving a single fuck about anyone else, and you never have. But that doesn't matter, because in your eyes, that's okay. You can pretend to be some hardcore girl rebelling against the system, that you still live by, when you'll always be some bitch in a mediocre band.

But that's okay.

Your trollTag is pseudoRocket and ~~,,~,,~('<' your words have a Striking Sense of SyniSism to them. You also enunSiate the 'S' Sound, dumbaSS. You alSo honor your dragon luSuS, that you Still hang with.

Hawt. So if theres a troll band, what postions aren't taken? I wanna make a band-troll.

Well, I already sort of made the members of the band she was in a while ago :0 But you can still make a band troll.

[momatoes]

Your name is Evise Siepta, and boy are you lucky. In fact, look at your hands. You're holding a diamond. Now look again. It's gone. You grin devilishly. It's another piece of treasure, another shiny doodad some stupid troll left for your taking. And it's all yours!

That's right! You're the best burglar in the whole of Alternia!!! Well, no, not really. The absolute lack of planning and the quite frankly concerning amount of recklessness in your heists leaves A LOT to be desired. You have a ridiculously short attention span, bad memory, a large amount of disregard for your own wellbeing, impulsiveness, and a bad memory. In fact, if it weren't for your weird supernatural STRONG LUCK you wouldn't even have survived your first bungled thievery attempt!

Not even your natural LIMBERNESS and DEXTERITY could prepare you for the rage of a tealblooded mark gone amok. LUCK had saved you from certain death. Granted, your left leg is slightly crippled and you have a lingering deafness in your left ear too, but hey, at least you came out of it alive, whole...well, more or less whole, and above all else, even more --EXCIT--ED about the prospect of courting danger and death.

Your STRONG LUCK has become something of an inevitability, like an annoying piece of gum that sticks to your boots. But it's okay! You're always enthusiastic and ready for any game, even if the players and the rules change just so you would never have a patch of misfortune.

Being the oftentimes flippant troll that you are, you become easily distracted by bright, pulsing lights or glinting objects. Thank gods, or else your lusus, a large and shiny silver Alternian eel, would never be able to keep your attention or even have a chance at controlling your impulsiveness. Not that you appreciate her attempts at reeling you in. Your relationship with her is terse, to say the least. Oh geez, for a slimey little git, she sure is a control freak!

When you're not burgling, you take a break by spying on interesting trolls and laughing whenever they encounter some misfortune. It's tragedy to them, but it's a compelling comedy for you. You've come to taking a habit of keeping a small notebook with you at all times and taking note of how stupid and silly all these miserable trolls are! Man, what kind of loser didn't have Luck dictating and protecting their lives? Weirdos!

Of course, once you've gotten bored of their crazy shenanigans you burgle them like crazy.


CHA-CHING


Your name is Evise Siepta and your trolltag is xenonEnthused. *You* are always Lucky! Whereas $everybody$ else is only another Opportunity for *your* Fortune to grow, haha!

Age: 7 sweeps
Strife Specibus: fishingrodKind
Fetch Modus: Scratch Card Modus. You pick a scratch card at random and get the item you reveal after scratching away the covering.
Strife Specibus: fishingrodKind
Blood color: 6b1b67
Theft: A pretty okay career

[curiousTerminal]

I have a feeling this troll and Evice would get along quite well.
(Apologies for the hair I cannot get it to look right no matter what)

>Be the con artist

Okay.

>Switch to something less businesslike.

Fine, you much prefer your SUIT though.

Your name is SWINDE TRUFFA
You are a con artist.

You became one out of a severe lack of MONEY and RESOURCES, but now you don't want to do it anymore. Sadly, you just seem to be able to convince people of anything. It's not a psychic ability, you're just a really good liar. Your real PASSION lies in breeding FLARP GRUBS, which you do under an alternate handle so nobody can trace your COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SCAMS to your NORMAL HANDLE.

Since you're so sly, your lusus is a FOX. He taught you everything you know about swindling people.

Your MODUS is based off of convincing the card you need the item RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. Since it is a very literal modus, it won't give up an item unless it thinks it is CRUCIAL TO YOUR SURVIVAL. You use this because it helps you practice your SCAMS.

Your TROLLTAG is absoluteTruth and you $ See everything you type in its monetary value. Time is money! ¢

You have a tough time meeting friends, but the ones you either had before your SCAMMING DAYS or sometimes your FREQUENT CUSTOMERS OF FLARP GRUBS are your new source of companionship. Oddly enough, your MOIRALL is somebody you tried to scam with a fake BLOOD COLOR CHANGING PILL. The look of indignity on his face shut you down after you tried convincing him knowing what color it is, and choosing it to boot, was better than his perpetual confusion over it. You remember that every time you speak to him, so he PACIFIES YOUR COMPULSIVE LYING as well as your NATURAL TROLL RUTHLESSNESS. you're quite certain he thinks you're ONLY FRIENDS but you know otherwise.

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Name: Swinde Truffa
Blood color: Green (#3f7900)
Trolltag: absoluteTruth
Quirk: Precedes every statement with a dollar sign, ends with a cent sign.
Horns: Start from behind her head, about in the middle, and they wrap around to the front. The candy-corn colors are also reversed.