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

[CoffeePerson]

I have a lot of wacky trolls, so I made this guy.

Your name is EON MORPHII and you know. You are all part of the "WEBCOMIX." You used to be like all of the other trolls, believing your existence was as real as anything else. But then you discovered THE FOURTH WALL. You saw it. You saw the HTML.

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Someone behind the scene is fucking with you. You are sure it was intentional, to send you on this lifelong search for THE SOURCE. Your life has never been the same.

You have spent these past sweeps trying to find a way out. You see glimpses of it everywhere, and you have collected a huge menagerie of photographs you call, "PANELS." They litter your HIVE. Sometimes other trolls aren't colored in right. You see the PIXELATION everywhere. Sometimes your furniture looks like BAD PHOTOSHOPS. Art styles don't match up. Or their flash animation is too jerky. And you see what you have coined, "PLOT HOLES" everywhere. Sometimes events don't line up CHRONOLOGICALLY enough. It frustrates you to no end, but nobody has noticed. NOBODY.

It's too strange, the way events seem to line up PERFECTLY COINCIDENTALLY in order to deliver a STORY. You are highly suspicious of something called, "SGRUB" which you feel is orchestrated by the system itself, the HUSSIE. You will play, but not by the HUSSIE's rules. You are going to find whoever is running this whole thing. You will transcend the fakey fake canon of the WEBCOMIX and kick its ass. Space and time are merely playthings of the HIGHER POWERS THAT BE.

Someone is reading this right now. They know everything.

Of course, every other troll on ALTERNIA will think you are nuts. So you keep the extent of your obsession on the DOWN LOW. They are all part of the system until they have GONE DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. Actually this is sort of literal since you live in a rabbit hole. Your LUSUS is a WHITE CAT with RAZOR SHARP TEETH, who for some reason REPEATS HER ACTIONS TWICE. This gives you a serious case of DEJA VU. You have gotten used to her SHOWING UP IN UNEXPECTED PLACES REPEATEDLY. It is just a thing she does.

You are a rather serious troll, who is not really big on SMALL TALK. You are rather SHORT WITH PEOPLE. You just have no time to mess around. You are ANAL WITH DETAILS and have an PERFECTLY RATIONAL FEAR of SUITS. Suits are just bad business. What you are good at is ESCAPING. Your hive has multiple escape ROUTES for exactly this purpose.

You have PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY which you use to memorize the layout of a building before you enter it. You are not unusually tech savvy, but people are ALWAYS ASSUMING IT ANYWAYS. God damnit. You are not a haxxor, everyone go home. When being weighed down is not an issue, you wear a BULLET PROOF JACKET. This is because even though you think everything is fake there is still no reason to DIE IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD. You also have a LEATHER FETISH but that is private.

You are CALM and UNSTOPPABLE. You are SERIOUS BUSINESS. You are a FORCE. Or at least, that's the impression you want to give. If you are not ABSOLUTELY SERIOUS about the WEBCOMIX, trolls will think you are joking. ACTING LIGHT-HEARTED is no longer a thing that comes to you very easily. This is a PROBLEM. You are SELF CONSCIOUS of this, enough so that you have taken up PLAYFUL ACTIVITIES. Said playful activities are TOO EMBARRASSING to mention here. You desperately hope this is not a USELESS ENDEAVOR.

Before all this, you were a rather LEVEL HEADED troll. In fact, numerous violent trolls would constantly make unsolicited moirail advances. You could handle the RABBLE. But now, you are too inconsistent to be there for them. Your THINK PAN is someplace else. You still try to be a good moirail though, when you are not DISAPPEARING FOR DAYS AT A TIME.

Sometimes you find yourself doubting your SEARCH. These times are incredibly distressing and depressing for you. UNDERNEATH YOUR COOL FACADE is a troll who is seriously uncertain about anything anymore. It is pretty COMMON for you to stop all communication for DAYS AT A TIME, and to seclude yourself away in your rabbit hole, contemplating the RED PILL. It is your way out, if all else fails.

There are too many trolls out there with a TENUOUS GRIP ON REALITY. You are not one of them.

Probably.

Your eyes have filled out PREMATURELY with your blood color. This has come with the BIZARRE SIDE EFFECT of only seeing in GREEN. You don't care much.

Your trolltag is corrigendumLimits and = you speak to revea| the |||us|on.

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His symbol is, "truth is found" more or less.

[aimlessMastermind]

My second troll. Yay seadwellers!

Be the short-tempered trollthropologist.


You will not be ordered around, but okay, you were going to be that, anyway. You are UVATHA TARVOS, and you love to corner trolls and make them answer your questions. While you wouldn't do a thing to diminish your status, you started this to determine whether any changes to society were necessary, or if it truly has reached perfection. You figure that, either way, you'll at least have a lot to praise, in your soon-to-be-published ARTICLES.

You'd do this, even if you weren't planning on becoming famous, because you think that making other trolls uncomfortable is PRETTY FUN. You ask very PROBING QUESTIONS, RUDELY FONDLING the opinions out of them. Also, you take pictures! With your camera/grenade launcher, of course. Don't duck! THUNK! You used to conduct most of your interviews in dark alleys, while your MANOTAUR LUSUS stood there, being intimidating. Thanks to some FLARPers - damn their bones! - she was killed recently, though.

You are very easily offended and are not known for thinking your actions through, which you ofttimes REGRET. On the up side, this just makes you more HONEST than most. You consider it a bit SCANDALOUS, befriending landdwellers, but you are a massive OLD WAR MOVIE GEEK, and trolls are always forming bands of invertebrothers and sisters of all castes. You will stubbornly defend any of your friends, even if you sometimes feel like culling them yourself.

You live, that is, you would live in your hive, which is an expansive castle on an underwater mountain, but your idiotic younger self unfortunately chose a spot of sea with PRIME CONDITIONS for FLARPing. You hate FLARPers. Conducting interviews and eventually chasing them off for being loud was actually kind of fun, at first, but they just kept coming back. To make matters worse, due the attention you lavished on them, they took to RAIDING YOUR HIVE. For some reason, your lusus loved carving out some kind of LABYRINTH in the mountain. The FLARPers discovered this and assumed that most of your riches would be found there. In what was deemed the, "BEST CAMPAIGN EVER!" that particular week, they cornered and culled your lusus, down there. You mostly live in a large PENTHIVE, in some city, but you periodically head back home to let out some steam by directing a rampage at any squatting FLARPers you can find. Sometimes, you get lucky and don't even have to go back home! Those guys are all over the place!

Your FETCH MODUS is usually set to HIT LIST, requiring you to name trolls that you've told it you're after. Recently added trolls for recently added items, and so forth. You added the GUILT TRIP modus, as well, which you find yourself switching to more and more often. It pops out recently added items as you name recently acquired guilts. One of your friends used to use this to see how honest you were being with him, but that just caused the RESULTING MESS to be added to the database.

Also, you won't readily admit this, but you hope that your research will indicate that the hemospectrum is OUTDATED, or that the grounds for culling will become more LENIENT. Before you really left your hive much or noticed that seadwellers kill each other about as much as they kill anyone else, your only friends were of the online sort. Each of them disappeared, causing you to head out and INVESTIGATE. They were all landdwellers that were culled for various and usually petty reasons.

You now privately consider yourself a SOLDIER on the front lines of a war for equality. You're always being OVERLY DRAMATIC about it, when no one's looking. When they are, although you already possess a hair-trigger of a temper, you like finding ways to be offended by trolls that cull trolls just because they can. Your go-to weapon is your camera/grenade launcher, but you have recently acquired a STAKE from some crazy FLARPer. You find this so much more satisfying, while culling what you have analyzed to be the worst of the worst.

Name: Uvatha Tarvos
Gender: Female
Age: 7 sweeps
Trolltag: atrociousAngles
Quirk: ☼A flash from your camera, then a bouncing grenade.√˚v˚
Title: Nurse of Soul
Land: Land of Kites and Gel
Consorts: Beavers with very gel-ed up hair
Blood: This one. I saw a link in the Trollslum thread showing off the colors of the canon trolls, but it didn't help me out with the little code for colors and which ones I shouldn't be using. oh well. If this doesn't work, it can be changed.
Strife specibus: Camera/grenadelauncherkind, like the whole key/gun thing. Also, stakekind. Lots of jokes about fishsticks.
Fetch modus: KILL LIST, requiring you to name the most recent troll you've added to the database for the most recent item you've tossed in. Can be switched to GUILT TRIP, requiring you to recall something that you feel guilty for, in exchange for something.
Lusus: Dead. Your momataur, a manatee-looking thing with arms and bull horns.
Dream planet: *flips coin* Prospit
Text Colour: #C600F7
Denizen: Dis
Sprite: To be added.
Quadrant Partners: Kismesis: Skvira's Magnus, which has no profile, apparently
Abilities: The usual above average strength for seadwellers, I suppose. Not sure how superly strong that would be.
Variety of Grist: I wasn't even aware that this was an important thing.
Planet's Quest: Unknown.
Cruxite Artifact: Enn Slash Ay

[Chitose]

>Be the silver tongued, smooth speaking, serpent stud
did yoU̴̴ jU̴̴st really call me that?
sorry. >Be the snakey guy
better



you are ANGUIS AZIAHI, you are a rather SNEAKY and CLEVER troll. you are 8 sweeps old and know much about WEAPONS, FAUNA, and as much as you hate to admit it DANCE.

you tend to be a pretty laid back troll, being in the MIDDLE of the hemospectrum you do not especially hate or love anyone. you spend your time SNOOZING usually, or PRETENDING to do so at least. it takes a decent amount of effort for someone to bother you, but when they do they should watch out for your ability to LASH OUT at amazing SPEED

your lusus is an INCREDIBLY MASSIVE QUADRUPLE-EYED SERPENTFIEND, one whom you have never once seen the full length of. She tends to be CALM but can get MOODY if HUNGRY. so you feed her a steady diet of hives, charges, and other lusi

you do not SOCIALIZE much, though you would LIKE to, for some reason other trolls tend to seem a bit APPREHENSIVE around you, probably because you STRADDLE the line between HIGHBLOOD and LOWBLOOD.

your FETCH MODUS is an entertaining thing called STRIKE MODUS. it attacks with the weapon of choice as soon as you pick it before handing it to you, with VARYING accuracy.

your STRIFE SPECIBUS is the WHIP BLADE kind. you prefer to use a poison edged whip sword you found in your cave-hive called the NAGA URUMI.

you suppose not many of your blood caste make it out of the brooding caverns as you have NEVER seen another one. so this also helps you enjoy the company of any blood color.

You live in a cave inside of a dense wooded area, to your knowledge all the trolls have moved away from the area, since all you can find is a single tree-hive with some weird giant scale behind it that looks long abandoned. your cave itself was caved in when you got to it, and after your serpentmom cleared the way you found a large pawbeast skeleton and some really weird images on the walls. your recpiteblock is actually underneath the cave. your life was pretty boring, not having any friends or neighbors and whatnot, until the day you found some weird grub with a program on it. you found it was a game, but was disappointing to find it needed multiple players, so the grub has been collecting dust on your desk.
you really hope you find someone to hang with soon, the loneliest is starting to get through your casual demeanor

your trolltag is gabonicaTamer, and you tend to speak with an odd wissφynessss to yoU̴̴r "U̴̴"ss, and a sslight hissss, to yoU̴̴r Ss'ss, and ssometimess missφronoU̴̴nce "P"ss with an F, making them φ

TL;DR
Name: Anguis Aziahi
Trolltag: gabonicaTamer
Lusus: incredibly massive quadruple-eyed serpentfiend
Blood: a bright green, 00F900
Hive: a cave your lusus brought you too
Strife Specibus: Whip bladekind
Fetch Modus: strike
Land: Land of Grass and Rodentia
Title: Minstrel of Thought
Quirk: wispy U's (U̴̴), hissing S's (ss), and labiodental P's (φ)

[leJoyeaux]

>Be the Self Insert
You cannot be the self insert because he does not exist
> Fine, then be the impatient guy

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You are ASTEIO MAZKA and you are a 7-SWEEP OLD TRAP-MAKER. You BUILD TRAPS for the trolls who can afford them, and they work remarkably well. You are a LOW, YELLOW BLOOD, and also a PRANKSTER. Your PRANKSTER'S GAMBIT is remarkably high, and has gotten you in trouble with highbloods. You DROPPED A BUCKET FILLED WITH DIRT from a DOOR on a BLUE-BLOOD and were promptly attempted to be culled. You managed to ESCAPE, but left with 3 scars going down your chest. This you refer to as the AOIKAR INCIDENT after the troll.

You are a FAST-PACED, HYPERACTIVE troll who doesn't care for WAITING. It's your MONEY and you need it NOW. You do things QUICKLY and WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT. Even DISARMING POTENTIALLY DEADLY TRAPS is done with HASTE. DISARMING TRAPS is also a specialty of yours. You want to be an EQUIVOQUISHER, who were an ELITE group of HUNTERS and EXPLOSIVE EXPERTS who ran SECRET MISSIONS at HIGH PRICES for WEALTHY TROLLS.

You are a FRIENDLY FELLOW, but your FRIENDS occasionally get TRAPPED in your TRAPS which you design, since they are CLEVERLY HIDDEN. Your hive is located in the dense forest, where you moved to after the AOIKAR INCIDENT.

You utilize the SPRINGKIND strife specibus, which contains all sorts of convoluted weapons involving springs like spring powered boxing gloves. You use the MAZE MODUS which FORCES YOU to GUIDE THE OBJECT in a maze.

In the FUTURE, your CRUXITE ARTIFACT will be the CRUXITE TIMEBOMB, which you will disarm without reading THE HANDBOOK, which would tell you that when it EXPLODES it brings you to the MEDIUM. Instead, you were CRUSHED by a METEOR. You would have been the MONK OF LIFE, and your land would be the LAND OF COLOR AND TRAPS.

You SP3AK3 in a mann3r that shows what you ar3 DOING without BOTH3RING to US3 punctuation sinc3 you AR3 too impati3nt for such silly things and your 3moticons usually r3lat3 to your lusus =:B

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Name: Asteio Mazaka
Handle: speedyJokester
Male / Troll / 7 sweeps old
Title: Monk of Life
Land: Land of Color and Traps
Lusus: hopbeast, a sort of rabbit crossed with a kangaroo
Planet: Prospit Dreamer
Text Colour: #878700
SJ: H3y want to COM3 over i n33d to T3ST some traps its pr3tty fun

Other:
Consorts: Mice
Strife Specibus: springkind (springloaded weapons)
Fetch Modus: maze modus (guiding an object through a maze with a stylus)
Denizen: To'manj Eri, a half cat, half mouse thing perpetually in battle with itself
Sprite: hopbeast lusus, complicated trap with a dead mouse inside
Abilities: Able to navigate and disarm trap (messily and quickly)
Variety of Grist: Plastic
Planet's Quest: Capturing the legendary rodent
Cruxite Artifact: Cruxite Timebomb

[EnigmaticD]

>Be the gluttonous, murderous, cannibalistic, single-minded highblood.

CHOMP such a way with words. CRUNCH Do you want to come by for dinner? BURP OM NOM NOM

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Your name is LIMOSA INFINI, you are six sweeps old, and you are feeling a slight bit peckish right now.

Ever since you were hatched, due to an inoperable-yet-benign PARASITE that ended up crawling into your intestines, you have been hungrier than pretty much any other troll. Meals for two turn into an APPETIZER. A whole hoofbeast is your definition of a “filling meal”. You eat thin slices of your HORN, drink your own BLOOD and nibble off the ends of your FINGERS in order to stave off hunger. You, in general, exhibit eating habits which are pretty much NOT HEALTHY. You have frequently eaten more than you can stomach, and have VOMITED just as frequently. That didn’t stop you from eating even more. After all, you’re still hungry, and eating just feels good.

Your CROCIDILIAN LUSUS, in something of a HIPOCRYTICAL MOVE, insisted on introducing you to COOKING so that you wouldn’t just SCARF EVERYTHING DOWN RAW, something that isn’t becoming of a highblood, but which he does all the time. You tried it and, believe it or not, YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVE COOKING. You cook pretty much anything, and in fact, have a small KITCHEN KIT on you at all times to use every time you feel like just grabbing something and FRYING IT ON THE SPOT.

Due to the perceived “WEAKNESS” of your hobby, when you were around two sweeps old, you were bullied by your fellow indigo bloods, at least a few of them giving you culling threats. One of the ones giving threats actually showed up in front of you with a weapon drawn. Through a combined effect of your ever-present hunger, the dubious advice of your lusus, and your own fear making you irrational, you did something at that moment that changed your life.

You BIT their FINGERS off.

Needless to say, this show of hungriness and brutality got you MUCH RESPECT and FEAR after the fact, but gave you the side-effect of having NOT MANY FRIENDS among the indiogos. More than that, however, you were introduced to a NEW SPECTRUM OF FLAVOR, and another source of food to quell your hunger. You put on feasts, and a good deal of guests from all castes would come. Those that took less care than they should have became a SIDE DISH in your PERSONAL MEALS, and the rest left, content in their being fed. Eventually, however, one of your superiors got wind of what you were doing with your feasts. They asked you to REPURPOSE the feasts, to where you only invited highbloods, and only picked off the ones that you were told to. In exchange, you would be given LARGE AMOUNTS OF FOOD EVERY PERIGEE. You accepted eagerly.

You are now a tool, used by one of the royals to help CLEAN HOUSE. You don’t care. You love your job, you love your position in society and what it gives you, and most of all, you love YOUR BOSS, who was kind enough to give you it and all the perks that come with it.

You are HIGHLY SUSCEPTIBLE to the troll disease called “FRIENDSHIP”, and you have tried your best to make friends. The vast majority, however, seem to be CREEPED OUT by your chronic hungriness, disposition towards cannibalism, non-classy mannerisms, and overall batshit insanity. You care about the hemospectrum a good deal, since you would PROBABLY NOT be able to sustain your lifestyle if you weren’t so far up the top.

Your favorite fetch modus is TASTY RAINBOW, with your items organized into categories based on the hemospectrum, with you having to eat a small amount of a corresponding troll to open each category. This has the unfortunate side effect, however, of being EXTREMELY HARD TO USE.
In the inevitable event of a fight, you always rely on your trusted KNIFE SET to slice and dice your way to victory.

Your trolltag is majesticGlutton and CHOMP you have a habit SMACK of talking between bites GULP and using a weird CRUNCH laugh. OM NOM NOM

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Name: Limosa Infini
Age: 6 Sweeps
Basic Personality: Hedonistic, overly-friendly, almost constantly happy.
Blood: #25006A
Trollhandle: majesticGlutton
Quirk: Onomotopoeia involving eating every sentence, uses “OM NOM NOM” as a laugh.
Lusus: Crocodiledad
Sign: A symbol for Gluttony
Name Meaning: First name is from Limos, the Greek goddess of hunger. Last name is French for “Endless”.
Fetch Modus: Tasty Rainbow
Strife Specibus: knifeKind

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Fuck da police

I don't even know what I was doing here.

(thanks finePoint!)

Your name is HAEMEN KEGHTS and you ARE SLIGHTLY MESSED UP WEIRD. You are not CRAZY, or at least you don't think so. But you are slightly DEFENSIVE of your HABITS and HABITS YOU MAY NOT HAVE. Also you have a funny idea of what to put in TERRARIUMS. You are also always rather thirsty nervous except when you're not, you have extremes to your emotions, nervous paranoia or rampaging rage. You're more mature now though, and you try to keep things in check.

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You have a variety of interests none of which include blood or hurting people! You like to pretend you are cool and lurk outside of other people's hives NOT LIKE THERE IS ANYTHING BAD ABOUT THAT NOPE. You smoke because it drowns out the thirst for awhile because it's calming to do while you're feeling panicky. This is probably UNHEALTHY. You also like to SING in various clubs but really who cares about that? It's like as much as you care about blood, which you don't. Who mentioned blood? You sure didn't. Nope. Corpses? What corpses. You have no idea about any corpses and the room was just vacant when you got there!

You live in a HIVESTEM in a city despite NOT ORIGINALLY LIVING THERE. You actually used to live in a nice cottage on a hill near the sea where your friends were actually pretty close! Oh you had such fun FLARPing, even as people occasionally disappeared or were killed in accidents. You were a LVL 45 DREADSSASSIN and had ALL of the bonus skills! Even the highly sought after SHADOWBLEND and the PICKHEART and... well you get the idea. YOU WERE A HUGE BLUH BLUH NERD. Unfortunately, one campaign in a forest ended with... you don't want to think about it, it makes you thirsty very upset and distraught.

Some people think you are erratic because you do not sleep in SOPOR SLIME. You haven't been able to sleep in sopor slime without FEELING LIKE YOUR SKIN IS BURNING OFF since the little event in your life happened. You are actually pretty sure that stuff could KILL YOU NOW.

For some reason, you have managed to find a grub (perhaps a grubhawk dropped its meal) and you keep the poor thing in a terrarium. You like to think the reason it's constantly crying is because it's so happy to see you! You tell it all of your secrets and crushes, you still don't know if you're going to eat it or not.

Your trolltag is predatoryDirge and you doN't speAk suspiciously At All, Nothing Weird With your stuff At All

TL;DR
Name: Haemen Keghts
Age: 8-9 Sweeps
Blood: ANOTHER BORING ANONYMOUS BLOOD OH GEEEZ (#909090)
Lusus: Large winged fuzzbeast
Trolltag: predatoryDirge
Quirk: teNds to AcceNtuAte shArp letters
Symbol: Symbol for bloodstone
Strife Specibus: bladekind
Fetch Modus: Blood modus (smears blood on an object to place it into his sylladex, then has to bleed in order to retrieve it. It's depedant on color so sometimes it can take awhile)
Title: Thief of Life
Land: Land of Trees and Dark (LOTAD)











Your name is SOLLIA and you are a GRUB
Please send help.


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Thanks Denriada!

[Pootporri]

Your name is JAIMEY BLICKR. You are a 7 SWEEP REDBLOOD.

Let's cut the shit and get to the HEMOSPECTRUM VIEWS. That's what everyone wants to see, right? Well, you think the hemospectrum is as UNFAIR as the next redblood, but it's not like you're going to speak out against that unless it's across the alternet; a place where highbloods can't cull you. It's not like you're some kind of lapdog, you just think that in order to avoid having your head on a platter, you should keep meek in the presence of others. Especially those that are inclined to culling. You especially don't like those. Though, you're not opposed to chatting it up with a highblood who isn't a barbarian, and that you know won't cull you. They're few and rare.

Also, you have a knack for OBJECTS WITH THREE VERTICES. You just really like them. That said, you have some sort of odd affinity to collecting PRISMS, but as far as your collections go, that's as far as the triangular influence goes. You also like to place a variety of CANDLES amongst your hive, your favorite scents among them being CAMPFIRE, POPCORN, and SWEET CITRUS BASIL. Some less educated trolls might say you were some sort of pansy for placing delicious smelling CANDLES around your hive, but those less educated trolls probably smell bad. As an addendum, you tend to keep a hefty amount of HANDKERCHIEFS around as well. After all, you never know when you might be doing HARD LABOR, and you might need to wipe away some SWEAT. That of course, isn't to say you actually ever do HARD LABOR. It's all metaphorical.

You also try to avoid FIGHTING. Yes, yes, you know it's a part of troll culture to fight. Yes, you know you're probably really weird for it. Yes, you know that you might as well be cullbait. You just can't stand it though! On top of getting all gross and sweaty like some kind of prehistorical hairy buttbeast, you can't stand to ruin any of the clothes you own. After all, it is rather hard to find such simple swaggerific ensembles, and you don't exactly have the skillset to fix them happen they rip. Don't even get yourself started on BLOOD. Do you know how hard blood is to clean out of a shirt? Really hard. One time you accidentally ended up shrinking the shirt so that only your wiggler self might be able to fit it, but not you.

You have classier hobbies than FIGHTING. Infact, you like taking MOODY BLACK AND WHITE PICTURES of MUNDANE OBJECTS like your lawnchair and some candles, and then posting them to your BLOG. You like PHOTOGRAPHY, and apparently the 200 other people who follow your blog like your PHOTOGRAPHY as well. You'd say you're good at it. You have your fair share of critics, just like everyone else, but that doesn't mean you're bad! It just means you're misunderstood!

Though, you are admittedly pretty bad at ART. You tend to just search an image on the alternet to try and copy on the rare circumstance that you DO do art. You're not really good, so why should you even try to get better? This statement is not hypocritical at all! Haha! Who would think such a thing? Not you.

Another hobby of yours is LABELING THINGS. You can't always remember what things do (yes you can), so you go around with a labelgun and slap a title on it. Simple, right? That way, you'll never have to wonder what that square radioactive box that cooks food and is on top of your microwave stand is ever again, will you? Nope. See, you think ahead. That's why you're an INTELLECTUAL.

...You also like LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH, but that's another story entirely.

Your lusus is an oinkbeast. Three-tailed, to be infact. He has horns as well, and they look somewhat like yours. They say pigs are supposed to be smart, but in all honesty he's probably one of the most dense lusii you've ever had the pleasure of meeting. That doesn't mean you don't love him though, you definitely do, but he can be hard to deal with. That, and he likes rolling in mud. Maybe it's just to spite you, but you severely dislike mud. Or anything commonly accepted as disgusting, really. There are a lot of things you dislike, and getting dirty is one of them. Your lusus is alright though. You wouldn't trade him in.

Your hive is ways away from the beach. You live on the edge of the forest, thank god. You don't know what you'd do if you had to trek through a forest to get where you wanted. Your clothes might get stuck on something, and they could tear. That'd be horrible. Not to mention all the WILD ANIMALS, DIRT, AND BUGS. But that's fine, because younger you was smart enough already to choose a hive in a place you'd actually like. It overlooks a grassland, your hive, which has a few other hives scattered amongst it. You don't know many of your neighbours, however. As far as you're concerned, until they prove it to you, they'll always be babbling moronic hairy buttbeasts. You like solitude.

That isn't to say, however, that you dislike CHATTING. You just don't like doing it in person. People say you're somewhat COCKY, and that's something that you'd have to keep under wraps happen you want to stay alive. You're also an INTELLECTUAL. You think outside the box. You think that MAYBE, just MAYBE, if Alternia is all about staying alive, then you should try to AVOID FIGHTING, CONFRONTATION, and RABID ANIMALS. But that's just you. No one should take your word for it. Not that anyone ever will.

See, the way you work is this: If you see someone doing something obviously distasteful, you'll label them as unworthy to talk to. Distasteful things include FIGHTING, ROLLING AROUND IN DIRT, and SMELLING BAD. That's just about it. You're a pretty open guy, see?

Of course, with all these SAFETY PRECAUTIONS, that doesn't exactly make you a prude to fighting. You're not one to turn down a challenge, no matter how... er... morally distressing or distasteful it is. Then you might LOSE. And you hate LOSING.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is simply DAGGERKIND, unless you can get something better. You use a SAI, which is a small dagger with pointed handles. You prefer not to use it, as for reasons previously mentioned, but you sure do like the dagger itself.

Your FETCH MODUS is LABEL, and you use the BUILT-IN LABELGUN in your CAPTCHALOG CARD to stick a label with the name of your object on a surface, and you can withdraw it. The labels are pretty permanent, and can lead to a hell of a lot of confusion when there's a label on the table that reads something different entirely. It's kind of counterproductive, if you'd ask yourself. Especially since you can't just get an object to stick your labels on. If there's any other label on the plane, the card rejects it.

As a conclusion, your trolltag is helveticatedThreesome, and You rεplacε thїngs їn your tεxt that you bεlїεvε could havε somε їmprovεmεnt. >>>

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NAME: Jaimey Blickr
GENDER: Male
AGE: 7
TROLLTAG: helveticatedThreesome
QUIRK:
A > Λ
e > ε
i > ї
>> Suffix
Uses things like 'jk' and smiley faces, claims he got the habit from blogging.
BLOOD COLOR: 7e0101, red
LUSUS: Horned, three-tailed pig.
STRIFE SPECIBUS: daggerKind. Uses sais.
FETCH MODUS: Label.

[Moony Cinematographer]

==> Be the nervous wreck.
that's a lot of trolls
==> Be the nervous wreck who's also a guru.
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Your name is ANTLEP ZUKRIG. You are 7.4 SWEEPS OLD. Your blood color is a very soothing MINT GREEN, not that you care all that much for the caste system. A troll is a troll. You judge them on if they FREAK YOU OUT or not, withholding how high their blood is.

You are very much into a variety of things, mostly BEING ISOLATED. You moved away from the city when you were younger, due to the near-crippling panic the crowds put you into. Not that you're bad at socializing or anything, you just felt trapped. Nervous. You never knew why you were so anxious, though, but crowds just have that effect on you.

So you packed your things up and headed out to the neighboring mountains, where a rather large corpse of a tree served as your hive for you and your lusus, a JACKALOPE-like creature. She's always overcoddled you, which may have added to your anxious nature. She means well, though. And you appreciate that.

Anyways, you sometimes act a bit more TIMID than you really are. It's a bad habit. The less confrontational you are, the less of an asshole others are towards you. You really enjoy HELPING OTHERS when you can, though. Not in a pansy way, neither. You're actually pretty decent when it comes to talking about other trolls' problems. It keeps them happy, at least. It also makes you feel a bit more in control of things. The only times you get legitimately UPSET is when your matesprit, who's even more of a gibbering mass of pity than you are, is unhappy, or when somebody complains about the advice you give. Your advice is the best advice, okay?

You don't have that many friends (SURPRISE SURPRISE) outside of your matesprit Hanika, and a few others on Trollian. You were supposed to actually participate in a SGRUB session, but you chickened out of it when you started doing some snooping around. And by that you mean hearing really awful stories from others who may or may not be of this space-time continuum. Lucky for you, your advice was frequently called upon by nearly everyone in the group, especially romance advice. Hooboy. Certain individuals "misinterpreted your advice", and that costed you a burnt-down hive and a spot on the group. Homeless and acquaintanceless, you moved in with your matesprit just a short time ago.

You also love FILMS, specifically HORROR FILMS, a very classy genre on Alternia. As big of a wuss you are, there's something very appealing about innocents getting impaled, maimed, slashed, burned, gutted, ripped, beheaded, slaughtered, gashed, torn, bitten, chewed, and decimated. Doesn't mean you're a psycho. No sir. A passion for both NATURE and TASSEOMANCY are also there. Nature is a bit of a given, seeing as how you grew up in the wilds of Alternia. As dangerous as it was, the views were and always will be breathtaking. With tasseomancy, that's more of a...recent thing. You've always done a small bit of divination during your advice chats, but the claims to their validity are vague at best. With the introduction of TEA, an obsession of you matesprit's, actually, your readings' accuracy improved sixfold. Tea leaves are some heavy shit, man. They taste good, as well.

Your trolltag is arduousAverter, and you have a tendency to doeveruse deer puns and your ȉ s have tendency to be as sharp as your horns. Your sign is an equilateral triangle, which is a lot more balanced than you are.

Name: Antlep Zukrig
Blood and Text Color: #235F2C
Fetch Modus: Oh fuck I don't even
Lusus: MOMMA HOPAROUND/ A jackalope
Strife Specibus: hornKind
Gender: Male
Age: 7.4 Sweeps / 16(?) Earth Years
Symbol: Equilateral Triangle
Trolltag: arduousAverter
Typing quirk: A bad case of the deer puns, sharp-sounding " ȉ "s
Title: Heir of Hope
Land: Land Concrete and Bog
Consorts: Dragonflies

[momatoes]

I've encoded this week's (November 14-20) trolls! Wait up to two hours before the changes reflect in the first post list as well as the Google Docs master index (uploading will take time, yo).

Let's go and meet this week's trolls.


November 14-20 Trolls, whee!

Be the spectrum-obsessed troll, NARZIN ECZUK.
Be the pinkblood from another dimension, SARCDI TODDOR.
Be the arrogant and cocky griefer, ULULUS HUZUNI.
Be the sleep-deprived, drunk blacksmith, LOHQUA DIBARE.
Be the thrill-seeking adventurist, CORBEN IKSAET.
Be the thick-headed 'celebrity boxer', VLASTA KINTAR.
Be the double-blooded psychic, PHELEP\HADIRO SENAIR.
Be the reclusive troll with luxurious hair, VIBORA MEDHAS.
Be the lowblood smuggler on a truck, MARNIN LENELO.
Be the thin-skinned blueblood, EINSAM CUADRA.
Be the psychic rage-happy redblood, SENTIN CERVEK.
Be the walking communications dish, SIREIA VACUOM.
Be the tinkerer filled with loathing, CERRIK VENTEK.
Be the film-obsessed greenblood, LAROUC JALTON.
Be the blind underground-dwelling troll, CANNEL ALLUVI.
Be the paranoid seadweller, XEIDIA CHYZAI.
Be the troll who likes watching others, MONNDE ATAQUE.
Be the pretty chill musical one, SPATHA HELIOS.
Be the orangeblood with deformed eyes, ZNIEKS OUKKOH.
Be the stalkerish private investigator, ARGENT MOTIVO.
Be the totally legit and not fake samurai, DEVIAK THEMOS.
Be the dedicated archer, RASPON TRASIC.
Be the highly covetous nearly-empress, SAVARI GELACI.
Be the repressed and secretive recluse, ULETIO NIURIS.
Be the snarky stressed grouch, RENAEL DELAYX.
Be the secretly manipulative highblood, RHEUMA VELISE.
Be the pretentious douche, ARDANA PTITSU.
Be the matrix troll, EON MORPHII.
Be the short-tempered trollthropologist, UVATHA TARVOS.
Be the clever snakey guy, ANGUIS AZIAHI.
Be the money-minded hyperactive one, ASTEIO MAZKA.
Be the perpetual glutton, LIMOSA INFINI.
Be the ...messed-up anonblood, HAEMEN KEGTHS.
Be the classy redblood intellectual, JAIMEY BLICKR.
Be the timid crowd-averse mintblood, ANTLEP ZUKRIG.



Some statistics!

Average hue is 129!
35 trolls were posted in this week interval by 24 people.
DarkParable gets the award for most trolls posted! (6)

Lots of new users made their first trolls in here. Let's welcome monochromSpectrum, Doliolida, guitarSoldier, Mocona, Cavalcade, Chitose, leJoyeaux, and Moony Cinematographer!

Thank you for visiting Trollslum.

matoes out

[trilbyulatingDungeoneer]

TD?: Refuse to conform to tradition, just show us the damn troll.
TD?: Give in to overwhelming peer pressure.
==> Be the Nine-Sweeps-Old Troll-Sona.



Your name is Dansea Macabre, and you enjoy good food, music, fishing, and the occasional videogame with friends. One of your passions is FLIRTATION, particularly with the more FRUSTRATED MEMBERS of TROLL SOCIETY.

Your syntax is PERFECT, but you enjoy the RHYTHM OF A GOOD RHYME now and then. Your Lusus is magnificent, flaming and avian.

You are nine sweeps old, and enjoy stories of RAINBOW DRINKERS and SHIPPING. You find it amusing that so many of your particular blood caste seem to enjoy RAINBOW DRINKERS, particularly, but clearly there is no link whatsoever be serious now.

You are a RAINBOW DRINKER. Who knew?

Your horns are unconventional, but you prefer to think of them as STYLISH. Your SOCIAL CIRCLES are SPRAWLING, your humour GOOD-NATURED.

You have PROBABLY LET THIS DESCRIPTION GO ON FOR TOO LONG, and are about to STOP. You're VERY EXCITED TO BE HERE.

Your trolltag is danseMacabre, which is HOW EVERYONE MISSPELLS YOUR NAME, and you Use v8ri0us numbers in y0ur speech.

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Your name is VAMARB PORIHC. You're a weird little red blooded troll who is seven sweeps old. You're very very sensitive to LIGHT, even more so than other trolls. A lot more. To help with this, you cover your ENTIRE BODY and avoid going outside unless you feel it's ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, so you're a little bit of a recluse. It's not like there's anything good out there, anyways. It also gives you an excuse to wear a cool mask all the time. Other trolls might think it's a little weird, but you never see any other trolls.
You love BATS and think they are the most adorable little flying mammals. You're a little bit of an ARTIST and love to draw ALL THE TIME. A lot of your drawings feature another one of your interests, which is ARCHITECTURE. As a dark troll that can't stand light and spends all her time in a dark room deep underground, you are pretty much required BY LAW to have no less than two MORBID INTERESTS, so you have a collection of PRESERVED DEAD SPECIMENS around your hive. You also have an interest in the UNDEAD and stories that deal with the UNDEAD (your lusus thinks they're a bad influence on you, but what does she know?). You have a great passion for THEATER and DRAMA and would go to more shows if all the seats weren't reserved for highbloods. You don't have many friends other than your MOUNTAIN OF PLUSHES. They are your VERY BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
You fight with DAGGERKIND, which is pretty bland, but very pratical. Eccentricity can be nice, but you really don't want to OVER DO IT. Your lusus is a giant, lovable, overprotective BAT LIKE THING. She brings you anything you need along with a wide variety of animals she's killed, some of which are edible, while the others are PRESERVABLE. You live in a mostly underground HIVE located in a very underpopulated area. You like to think of yourself as a really nice troll that's easy to get along with, but you're not sure because you don't really talk to anyone. Well, you do talk to yous lusus a lot, and you get along with her well. Unless she's BOSSING YOU AROUND, of course.

Your trolltag is photoPhobia and /|\-you talk like this -/|\

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Vamarb Porihc
Red blood
photoPhobia
Prospit dreamer
Land of Shadow and Levels
Sylph of Dark
Puts crappy wings around every thing she says.

ADDITIONAL SPRITES/ART

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[npcMimic]

I have so much reference material ,ugh, this post will be full of spoilers

==> Be the Sleep-deprived Star-gazer


More art V

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You are ROSTIC TARIN. yet another troll on your home world called ALTERNIA, but really, it's no big deal, you've lived here your ENTIRE LIFE with all sorts of other trolls who you don't really CARE ABOUT. You don't have that many friends, but you DON'T CARE, because the ones you do have are PRETTY SWEET. Sometimes you like to play ROLE PLAYING GAMES with them, because you've heard that other kinds of role play can be EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.

You are a MID BLOOD, and your blood color is SOPOR SLIME GREEN, which just happens to be your favorite color! Seriously, you freaking LOVE GREEN THINGS. You think that the only way that green can be improved is by putting it against SOMETHING BLACK. The contrast is your favorite, and you've decorated your hive to match that. Speaking of your Hive, it's a GIANT TELESCOPE. You had it built like this when you were a PATHETIC WRIGGLER because you love looking at STARS AND SHIT. Basically it's one of your favorite INTERESTS. The other things you are interested in are CHATTING ONLINE, and CUTTING THINGS with your KNIFE. You love knives too, but that goes without saying.

You are a pretty RELAXED GUY most of the time, but you get PISSED OFF occasionally. When that happens you just want to CUT SOMETHING so much that you will cut JUST ABOUT FUCKING ANYTHING. Seriously, you hope no one pisses you off in person, because they may REGRET IT. You have been known to HOLD A GRUDGE or two. You like to think that your MEMORY is one of your best qualities, but you know that you are FORGETFUL about a lot of other things. You aren't very COMPUTER SAVVY, but you can work computers pretty well.

When you grow up, you want to be a SOLAR DECIMATOGRAPHER for the queen's fleet. You dream of guiding space ships though DEADLY ASTEROID FIELDS and leading them to victory among the stars. Secretly, you just want to SCOPE THOSE SWEET ASS PLANETS for yourself up close. To ready yourself for this INEVITABLE FUTURE that will most assuredly happen, by mapping your solar system, something that HAS ALREADY BEEN DONE. You just want the challenge, and your map is going into PAINSTAKING DETAIL. No one will be able to say that you SLACKED OFF. Not that they would because you live in THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE!

That's right, you live in the middle of fucking NOWHERE, Alternia, a real place that totally exists... because you JUST MADE IT UP. God you are BORED out here. Your hive is located in a part of Alternia that is both HILLY, and MOUNTAINOUS, so there are a lot of WILD BEASTS around for you and your Lusus to HUNT. Speaking of your Lusus, she's a SLITHER BEAST, and a HUGE BITCH. She used to be cool, but as you've grown she's become MORE DISTANT, and COLD, but that kind of makes sense - she is cold-blooded after all. She does still take care of you, but it seems like she does it BEGRUDGINGLY. Which makes you upset. You bring her food during the COLDER SEASONS, and keep her warm, so she doesn't FREEZE, so you are useful. You guess that's just how Slither beasts are. You've never heard of any of them taking care of their own kind after they hatch, so this must be OUT OF THE NORM for her. In any case, she let's you use her SHED SKIN whenever you want. Sometimes you use it as an ACCESSORY for your clothes, you know, just something to make them LOOK SNAZZY for no one in particular.

Your FETCH MODUS is set to SPOT THE DIFFERENCE. In order to retrieve an item, you must find the difference between 2 almost-alike images of the item. Sometimes it's PRETTY EASY, but other times the modus makes the difference almost indistinguishable.

Your CHUMHANDLE is suspiciousContellations , and You repl@ce @ll @'s with coiled sn@kes. Sometimes you forget to c@pit@lize the letter i @swel.


If by some MIRICLE you were to make it into some thing called SGRUB, your title would be the DUKE OF STARS, and your land would be LAND OF VOID AND LIGHT.

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Name: Rostic Tarin
Age: 7 Sweeps
Blood color: Sopor slime green - #00FF00
Lusus: a large snake with pincers on it's tail
Fetch Modus: Find the Difference
Strife Specibus: Knifekind

Things I didn't mention in the intro:
1) he'll stay up ridiculously late in the night so that he can watch the stars, or surf the troll internet.
2) When(if) he enters sgrub, he will take swords and shrink them down so he can use them as knives to get around his strife specibus. Alternatively, he would be able to make knives into swords using the same method.

[Madd-D]

==> Be the socially-awkward poet.



Your name is POROPO POE. You are 6.46 SWEEPS OLD. Some would consider you a HIGHBLOOD, but that means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO YOU. You live in the COLDEST PART OF ALTERNIA and spend most of the day hunting for VEGETATION to feed your TORTOISE LUSUS.

During your travels you become ARTISTICALLY INSPIRED. You have an intense passion for LITERARY WORKS, primarily POETRY. You adore it to a point where you LITERALLY SPEAK IN IT. You can also be considered MUSICALLY TALENTED, since you play the UKULELE. You play EXPERTLY WELL, despite the fact you ABSOLUTELY DESPISE the instrument. You have taken up an interest in HUMAN CULTURE, and often use their words in everyday conversation. You also OPPOSE THE NATURAL AGGRESSION OF YOUR RACE and are NONVIOLENT (though sometimes you SLIP UP).

This opinion has caused you to be considered SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE, but when you do manage to hold up a conversation, you ✎--- talk timidly with wavering w☮rds, always alliterating and rhyme fr☮m time t☮ time. Your trolltag is poeticallyPretentious.

(A little short, I know. I actually have A BUNCH more about this guy, but I don't want to bore everyone with details. Also, am I allowed to put my own art??)

EDIT: Additional art can be found here:

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http://madd-d.deviantart.com/#/d4fbpxz

[Lennie]

> Be the low-blooded aspriring rebel


You can totally handle that

Your name is NAHUAL SAGDID and you are one of the LOWEST OF THE LOW. Your blood contains such massive amounts of rust that will make any respectable highblood shun away in disgust and you're certainly not okay with that. You HATE the hemospectrum and the position that it has put you in. Naturally, You will act as your blood-color doesn't affect you but in reality it does have a rather big impact on your life. You have been condemned to a LIFE OF POVERTY but you have learned how to be self-sufficient, You HUNT and have become some kind of MAKE-SHIFT LUMBERJACK to earn an income, Though the pay is rather low. Who even needs FIREWOOD nowadays? You secretly HATE HIGHBLOODS, In some kind of reverse ironic reacharound. You don't see yourself as below them in any way and will become furious when someone tries to abuse your low status, If provoked you will note hesitate to GRIEF. You DREAM OF REVOLUTION, A world where you can be considered anything but a DIRTY LOWBLOOD. However, You don't have much faith in that EQUALITY BULLSHIT, Someone's gotta rule right? Why not the rustbloods?.. Preferably led by you. Though you're quite desperate really, Anything that will be a pain in the ass for the HIGHBLOODS is A-OK with you.

At the age of 8 sweeps old you're nearing full maturity and the age where you are to be SHIPPED OFF THE PLANET to FIGHT FOR YOUR RACE. You do not really look forward to this day but suppose you have no choice in the matter. You will most likely be spared of the humiliation of being turned into a LIVING ENGINE since your psychic powers are QUITE LACKING for someone of your caste. You have no telekinetic or clairvoyant abilities. Even though your mental strenght is rather weak your body is STRONG, Partly because of your genes, Partly because of your active lifestyle. You're not completely lacking in the mental department, Sure enough, There is some VOICES IN YOUR HEAD but they rarely come with any prophetic or insightful advice, They usually just urge you to "KILL THEM ALL" or something similar. You have almost learned how to tune them out and naturally, You don't listen to them. If you did, you wouldn't be much better than your run-of-the-mill subjuggalator and you like to think that you are better than that. Whether that is true is UP FOR DEBATE but you have managed to keep your sanity relatively intact during the sweeps, Which probably vouch for SOMETHING. You have no idea why you have been CURSED with these voices but it may have something to do with that you spent the first 5 sweeps of your life WITHOUT A RECURACOON or you may simply have just been UNLUCKY.

YOUR LUSUS is partly to blame for that. She was of an EXTREMELY HOSTILE and VIOLENT species of HOWLBEASTS, The three-eyed kind. Due to her species' FOUL TEMPER and it's LOW BLOODED PREFERENCES it almost had been hunted to extinction. She was quite loving to you though, Still, She apparently DIDN'T APPROVE of the carpenter drones when they came to build you a hive since she CULLED them on the spot, Which was promptly followed by her carrying your tiny little grub-self into the woods. It was perhaps NOT THE BEST WAY of starting out your life. The first sweeps of your life was spent inside in a burrow that your LUSUS considerately dug out for you, It gave you shelter from the chilly rain and the blinding sunshine but it provided no protection from the AWFUL NIGHTMARES you were experiencing every day. Eventually you grew more tolerant and could take a nap without waking up SCREAMING every 5 minutes but still, There was no good sleepings to be had. Despite your daily horrors your early childhood were relatively happy and carefree, Atleast compared to other troll's of the same caste. You were taught how to HUNT and the WAYS OF THE WILD by your LUSUS. You also learned, The hard way if you might add, That if you climb a tree and fall, There's a good chance of GETTING A TOOTH KNOCKED OUT.

However, A couple of days after your FIFTH WRIGGLING DAY your LUSUS was brutally killed by an unknown troll or beast. You like to think that a HIGHBLOOD was the culprit but there's no way of being sure. You were heartbroken - Ofcourse. Lost and confused you spent MANY DAYS aimlessly wandering around the forest. Eventually you stumbled across an old RUN-DOWN HIVE and decided to make it your new HOME and it still is to this day. Most rooms in the upper section have a NUMBERS OF HOLES in the walls and as a result, You hive is very DRAFTY. You eventually got around to attempting to repair it but the best tools in your price-range was a HAMMER, SPIKES and some TARP and well.. You are certainly not the handiest troll in the bunch. You can openly admit that your hive looks like shit. Surprisingly though; The basement is actually quite decent shape and you have moved all of you STUFF downstairs. THE RECURACOON already present in the hive was a bit of a pain though, Your hive has since then gotten a brand new BRIGHT YELLOW paintjob to hide the sopor slime stains. You kind of think the color is an eyesore but there was a reason why it was THE CHEAPEST and sadly, You can't really afford anything better.

You have a variety of interest, Most of them involve some kind of physical activity. You never have been captivated by CRUNCHING NUMBERS or READING and your intellect is painfully AVERAGE. However that doesn't matter, You love the outdoors and would rather spend your time taking a walk or something than to stay inside all day, You can't help but to feel A BIT TRAPPED when inside. It's not that bad though and you can usually endure it. You love HUNTING, The process of tracking and stalking your prey, Sneaking up on it and killing it, It's almost ENTRANCING to you. The whole process kind of reminds you of the time you spent with your LUSUS. Also, SENSELESS MURDER seems to make the VOICES IN YOUR HEAD calm down and shut up for a while, Which is always a nice thing. You consider yourself an AXE-AFICIONADO and have a rather ADMIRABLE COLLECTION stored in your STRIFE SPECIBUS. HATCHETS, HALBERDS, THROWING AXES, You'd be surprised if there isn't a kind of axe-related weapon not your possession. Though your hobby is quite expensive and the majority of your income is usually spent on buying a new or repairing one of your old axes. As a result, You are quite FRUGAL. For one, You only have one pair of pants. They are kind of a mess though but you constantly try to keep them as clean possible, LAUNDRY DAY usually is a bit awkward and it's not an event you look forward to. Luckily, You know a rather isolated river in the middle of the woods that can be used for that particular occasion.

Though you live alone, Civilization is within walking distance, Albeit a rather large one. You can usually be done with whatever errands before dawn but then you have to be on a rather tight schedule and almost get up at dusk. Despite your isolated upbringing, You have learned the basics of TROLL ETIQUETTE via TROLLIAN, It's also the medium through you have gained the majority of your FRIENDS. You usually try to avoid having anyone higher up on the HEMOSPECTRUM than green on your TROLLSLUM since you would rather not be in touch with those TREACHEROUS, BACK-STABBING PSYCHOS called HIGHBLOODS. If you were to be contacted, against the odds, You would probably try to put your feelings aside and be on your best behavior, After all, It's common knowledge that a (openly) cocky rustblood is a dead one. Though if you're angry, There will be nothing stopping you from throwing threats and insults on whoever you're chatting with.

Your trolltag is savageUnderdog and you tend to > Speak in a mannerr similarr to yourr deceased lusus. If you ever would play a game such as SGRUB your title would be Sage of Life and you would enter the Land of Orchards and Roses. Your consorts would probably be some kind of IRRATIONAL RAINBOW FOXES who like NATURE and PEACE. You would most likely wake up on PROSPIT bu you suppose it might take a while, You're a quite heavy sleeper and you don't think your dream-self would be much different.


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Name: Nahual Sagdid
Blood Color: Red, #A10000
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Sweeps
Lusus: Three-eyed Hyena/Wolf thing
Strife Specibus: AXEKIND
Fetch Modus: TREE MODUS
Trolltag: savageUnderdog

You were most likely killed as the reckoning started but i you were lucky enough to get your hands on a copy of SGRUB, These would also be relevant;

Title: Sage of Life
Land: Land of Orchards and Roses
Consorts: Rainbow Hippie Foxes
Denizen: Cebreus

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Hive
Lusus
Crappy pencil reference with wonky anatomy
Headshot (not the cool kind)

[Overlard]

> Be the blundering big shot wannabe

-)---- I would wa^ch your ^one, po^en^ial low blood. Do I need ^o cull you?

> Be the aspiring Crusader

-)---- ^ha^'s wha^ I ^hough^.


AB by prussianmoose!

Your name is ROOGAN MELISH and you are EIGHT SWEEPS old, with a blood of GREEN (#00660a). You may not look like much, but you are actually part of a HOLY ORDER.

Yes, a HOLY ORDER. To be specific, they are the CRUSADERS and TEMPLARS of TROLLKIND. You are among the lower echelons of the system, being one of the more recent recruits seeking to prove themselves. You had to train for at least THREE SWEEPS to even have a CHANCE at getting out to the FIELD. It's a good thing you were inducted at an EARLY AGE, not that you really know WHY. This ORDER of various KNIGHTS usually hunt DANGEROUS CREATURES, specifically the ones that ROAM ALTERNIA. This is to TRAIN certain trolls for a proper MILITARY PURPOSE. YOU have been given the task of hunting down DANGEROUS MUTANTS and removing them from the GENE POOL. Sometimes even the NOT SO DANGEROUS mutants, like the ones with WEIRD PHYSICAL MUTATIONS are slotted for culling as well. You're mostly given no DIRECTION while out and about, so you tend to make your own JUDGMENT on these things. You're HOPING that you'll quickly advance up the ranks, because this lower stuff is for the FEATHERBEASTS.

You were always taught to RESPECT the hemospectrum, and to hold it up in EVERY WAY. Therefore, you pay utmost RESPECT to higher bloods! Lower bloods tend to earn your SCORN easily until they PROVE their WORTHINESS. Anonymous bloods are permanently marked for DISRESPECT, for they have forsaken TRADITION and the SYSTEM. But ABOVE ALL, trolls with EXTREME MUTATIONS that are NOT beneficial to the SYSTEM, are too DANGEROUS, or are just plain FREAKY are to be pretty much SPAT upon, if not CULLED on sight.

While the ORDER may have taught you quite a few things, you still managed to pick up a few HOBBIES of your own. You enjoy engaging in MEAD drinking contests. Or just plain drinking MEAD. Really, mead is KICKASS in your opinion. You also enjoy trying to WOO the men and ladies of ALTERNIA. You do so by trying to act as SUAVE and HANDSOME as possible, and you're not sure why everyone hasn't fallen for you in the red and black quadrants already. Possibly because you're not exactly THAT SUAVE. Perhaps a bit more to do with a certain fact involving you CAN'T HANDLE romance COMMITTMENT. It's a real problem, you're willing to ADMIT. To yourself, that is. NOBODY ELSE CAN KNOW OF THIS. Especially not the ORDER, clearly those guys would NEVER understand. Er, anyways, you also ENJOY collecting old ARTIFACTS of an ANCIENT ORDER. You're not entirely sure what actual ORDER they belong to, but hey! They look fancy and possibly upgrade your standing in your own order! That's always cool!

Most of all, you want to ascend to the HIGHEST POSITION the order has to offer! You're....not actually sure what they call it anymore because you're also fairly sure the top troll is REALLY OLD and also OFF-PLANET killing things, but DAMNED if you don't want his position! Of course, it also requires SWEEPS of study and training (and possibly being female for some blasted reason) but you're gonna try!

Your lusus is a BADGER. One of the more noble animals, that's for sure. He was the one who brought you to the training areas when you were only a few sweeps old. That's how you got started in your TRAINING and STUDIES. He has kept a careful watch on you EVER SINCE. He's a wise old creature, but rarely imparts the wisdom you actually WANT. Sometimes he does it in annoyingly CRYPTIC MESSAGES. Then you have to go do a whole bunch of tracking things down in the MONASTERY to discover ridiculously well hidden clues to find out what the hell he meant. Then it turns out the advice was to do all the stuff needed to understand it in the first place, like some outlandish training from hell. Suffice to say, you're not always happy with him.

Your actual HIVE is located somewhere in the MOUNTAINS. It's kinda CHILLY up there sometimes, but it's fairly close to the ground. It's juuuust safe enough to prevent INTRUDERS trying to reach it. Mostly. Obviously there has to be a LAND ROUTE up there, but it takes a lot of PATIENCE to reach up there. You're not really sure why your lusus even puts up with the cold. Must be some ludicrous lesson involving toughing it out or something.

Your strife specibus is swordKind. You don't really have any particular favorite kinds of swords, but you have a tendency to favor the LIGHTER ones.

Your fetch modus is Recite. You must retell a part of the ORDER'S history from your studies. This fetch modus was given to you by some of the older trolls in your order. Mostly to get you to freaking study something for once. They would have culled you if you hadn't anyway. The ORDER can be pretty rough on wimps.

If you frittered away time on a silly GAME, you would be the SCOUT of BLOOD in the land of GRASS and STONE.

You do have a trolltag which you sparingly use, which is "ambitiousCrusader" and you type with "-)---- Much reverance and zeal in your ^one, my lord."

[SuperPsyhic]

> Be the Red Blooded Troll

You are NOT Red Blooded. Your blood just happens to be brighter than Maroon.



Your name is ZONZ BLATSand you are 6.5 Sweeps. You live with your Bee lusus in a Giant Tree that is in the MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST. You wear a scarf, but you don't exactly know why.You tend to flip out when you see a Highblood and do what you can to avoid them.

Your Modus is HONEYCOMB and can hold multiple Items without much wait time. Your Strife kind is the NEEDLEKIND and you always use the BUZZBEAST STINGERS as your weapon.

Your Trollhandle is readingRed and you mizzplace your z'z with your s'z and vice-verza and you refuze to uze any vulgar language unlezz it iz abzolutly necezzary.

[amnesiaDinosaur]

Your name is Errann Nadann.

You have interests in a few fields, one of which is brewing. More specifically, brewing poison. You harvest the ingredients for these poisons from the plants around your forest hive and from your lusus, a giant poisonous spider. You use these poisons in your job, killing trolls. You use the more "underhanded" methods, such as poisons and hidden weapons. Everything is permitted.

Outside of your work, you tend to not be as "stab-happy". Which is to say, you tend to try not get in fights so as to avoid unnecessary injuries. During a job, you try to avoid any unnecessary casualties. Speaking of casualties, you collect the blood of dead trolls, selling it for whatever purpose the buyers might want blood for.

Currently, you have a few strife specibi. These include ArmorKind, BladeKind, and Xbowkind. Your fetch modus is set to the Herb Modus, where you have to identify a plant and it's effects in order to access an item.

Your trollTag is attentiveAssassin and your *text.is.hidden.in.the.stars.*

If you were to play SGRUB, you would be the Thief of Life in the land of Pulse and Spires. Your consorts would be golden eagles.

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[Kiilek Rekaur]

>Be the Tiger-Bot

Your name is Kiilek Rekaur.

You are a eight-sweep old GREEN BLOOD. Once you had a SCUFFLE with a prestigious BLUE-BLOOD which you just BARELY survived. Since then, you have been forced to cope with your robotic left EYE, ARM, and LEG. These were created for you by a friend who DOESN'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE. Your TIGER lusus has helped you become accoustomed to the AWKWARDNESS of your half-robotic body. Your HIVE seems to resemble a BATTLE ARENA of sorts. In fact, it has often SERVED THAT PURPOSE. Usualy, whenever other trolls would visit your hive, Needless to say, you don't have FRIENDS over much anymore. Actually, you don't have many friends at all.

Your QUADRANTS seem to be LACKING. You once had a faithful MOIRAIL, but he was CULLED after a certain CRISIS that you WISH NOT TO DWELL UPON. You were extremly laid back before this; however, you went into POST-TRAUMATIC SHOCK. This was nearly THREE SWEEPS AGO. You NEVER got over his culling, and you have been EMOTIONALY UNSTABLE ever since. You are ANGERED fairly easily now, but usually not enough to cause you to flip completely off the deep end. When you do flip completly off the deep end, you sputter off babble that no one can understand. After your MOIRAIL'S DEATH you became extremly RECLUSIVE. You often would not leave your ARENA HIVE except for rare occasions to duel your UNREQUITED KISMESIS.

You seem to be COMPLETLY LACKING in PSYCHIC POWERS. However, you are infamous for your strange ABILITY to short-out ELECTRICAL APPLIANCES based upon radio waves emitted from your BRAIN IMPLANT. You also have an INSANE level of VITALITY. Your blood flows through your prosthetic limbs and helps to neutraliz most of the DEBILITATING EFFECTS of your circuitry. Whenever you do get INJURED, the blood flowing from the LEFT of your body glows a NEON GREEN due to the ionization occuring in your circuitry.

You use the CURRENT FETCH MODUS. It is opperated by redirecting an ELECTRIC FIELD through power nodes to release the desired item. The name ANNOYS you for obvious PUN-RELATED reasons.

You have a variety of COMBAT-RELATED INTRESTS. You prefer to use weaponry classicaly associated with STEALTH WARRIORS. As such, you maintain an impressive STRIFE PORTFOLIO. However, you typicaly prefer to fight with your BLADEKIND, 2x BLADEKIND, and CLAWKIND specibi. Also, due to your an ERROR in your CIRCUITRY, you can charge a powerful ELECTRIC attack during STRIFE. Unfortunatly, this attack causes your ROBOTICS to SHORT-OUT, which causes the further complication of rendering yourself UNCONSCIOUS until your systems can AUTOMATICALY REBOOT.

If you were to somehow escape into the medium. You would take your place in the Land of Lightning and Spikes as the KNIGHT of BOLTS.

Your trolltag is fractalAutomaton and you either21mply can't pronnounce 2ome 2ound2 correctly to 2ave your l1fe whenever you are not 2team1ng mad or, when you are so mad and insecure that your brain is about to explode, you Y3LL 1N 4N 4LM057 UND153RN483 W4Y 83C4U53 Y0U 4R3 3%7R3MLY 4N6RY 4ND 8488l31N6 83C4U53 0= Y0UR3 8R41N 1MPL4N7

[MeiMei]

>Be the crazy photog-

*:･ﾟ✧NO. EHYE INTRODUHCE MY OHWN SEHLF. I AM NOHNE OZHER THAN DE GREAHT PHOTOGRAPHER .... SNIMKA FERDIG, HEER TO MAHKE..... DE MAYGICKS.*:･ﾟ✧
>Ahem.... Okay then.

Sprite made by the lovely Prussian Moose!!!!!

You are now SNIMKA FERDIG, and you have aspirations to be- No, you are Alternia’s GREATEST PHOTOGRAPHER. You are always on the search for new and exciting MODELS- not for fashion, however, that would be quite silly, because fashion is silly (disregarding your gaudy getup, of course...). No, you look for models of PRIME PHYSIQUES, the fighters, the dancers, the lowbloods who can cower in fear while still looking GRACEFUL. You have been known to dive right into the middle of a fight to catch just the right shot of a troll.

Now, from where did this passion ‘develop’? Why, from your lusus, of course, who is only the best possible lusus for you: a HUMMING FIRE-FLIER, which (to some ALIEN SPECIES WITH DIFFERENT TERMINOLOGY, would look like a cross between a hummingbird and a firefly)- no, wait. Which to some would seem like quite the annoying lusus, with all that humming and FLASHING. But no, you adore the flashing. The blinding light that assaulted your eyes for those split seconds enraptured you, so, you found whatever you could that could also re-create that flash.

In came the FLASH CAMERA. At first, you just took pictures of RANDOM OBJECTS in order to see the flash, then you noticed what you were taking pictures of. This soon led to you taking pictures of other trolls, and picking the subjects of your PHOTOGRAPHS became a science. A science that you ADORE.

When it comes to your photography, the hemospectrum becomes of little importance, as you look more into what the body is doing, rather than the blood that’s pumping the body into action. Besides, as a member of the TEAL CASTE, you are more than comfortable to be somewhat neutral to your place in the hemospectrum. You still tend to refer to non-midbloods as HIGHBLOOD or LOWBLOOD, out of common courtesy. Also because you do not really care to bother with names, unless they’re a troll you especially enjoy to photograph.

Your strife specibus is set to TASERKIND, in fact, one of the specialty high-voltage sort that are usually offered to CELEBRITIES like yourself. You may have altered yours to double as another source of FLASH, but enough about that. You care little for fighting at any rate, for as we all know, you are more interesting in PHOTOGRAPHING OTHERS’ FIGHTS.

Were you to play in a PRESTIGIOUS AND LITTLE-KNOWN OF game, your title would be the SEER OF HEART in the Land of Neon and Fog.

Your troll tag is passionatePhotography and you *:･ﾟ✧LIKE TO MAHKE DE MAYGICKS IN YOUR WOHRDS.*:･ﾟ✧

[Krug]

Your name is DEHITT ZHOKAR, a troll EIGHT SWEEPS of age, and blood of the JADE caste. Though in all honesty, you wish you WEREN'T. You, and your ANCESTOR, and your ANCESTOR'S ANCESTOR decend from a long line of ECONOMILITANTS. Trolls who work with the Alternian Economy, regulating the stock market, running corporate enterprise, and anything else related to making LARGE SUMS OF MONEY. It's a job that requires tact, finesse, and subtlety, three qualities that you LACK. Perhaps this is why you consider yourself to forever be a FAILURE.

Why do you lack these qualities? To set things straight, it is not because you lack the manners of a well educated troll, far from it. Thanks to your LUSUS, rest her soul, you have the finnest of MANNERS, and always carry an aura of etiquette about you. These qualities aren't missing from your persona due to a lack of INTELLECT either. In fact, you love READING, and in your effort to become as educated as the HIGH CLASS GENTLEMAN you should be, you have accumulated a wealth of knowledge about PATRICIAN things such as workings of GOVERNMENT, Troll SOCIAL BEHAVIOR, and of course ECONOMY. So what is the reason for your eternal failure? The blame lies on your mutation, the very thing that burdens your life day in and day out. You have been cursed with INSURMOUNTABLE STRENGTH.

Some would perhaps regard such a mutation as a blessing. After all, who would want to mess with a Troll that can CRUMBLE CONCRETE with his BARE HANDS? However, you would trade nearly anything to merely get rid of it, so you can persue your desntiny of being an entrepreneur and a gentleman. Yet, every time you have tried to peddle a product, your goods snap in your hands due to your clumsy STRENGTH. You can sell nothing without breaking it first. Even when you tried your hand at the ALTERNIAN STOCK EXCHANGE, but were removed permenetly from the building after a ramapage that followed when one of your INVESTMENTS crashed. It is no question that your STRENGTH is the curse of your life. However, perhaps it would not be as insurmountable a problem had your LUSUS not died.

You once had a VIRGIN MOTHER GRUB lusus like any other JADEBLOOD, and of course, you and her lived in the ALTERNIAN DESERT. She taught you a few, but important things. MANNERS. LOOKING SHARP. She taught you how to become a gentleman. However, her time would come early, but not through some epic battle defending you from some viscous SUBJUGGULATOR or ROUGE LUSUS. She was always a bit of a LAZY GLUTTON, grubmom met her end at the hands of some sort of OBESITY. Anyway, after she passed, you needed to find a new source of FOOD and SUPPLIES. The desert wouldn't work anymore, so you moved to the CITY. Unfortunately, as you already explained, ECONOMIC SUCCESS was not something you achieved. Your life is on the STREETS, and your SHITTY APARTMENT. As such you are forced to make money off a job that is the lowest of the low. Something that only the RABBLE should partake in.

You are a STREET BRAWLER.

Due to the many FAULTS of your life, your view on the world is quite APATHETIC. Who can blame you? Most other trolls either dislike you for your haughty attitude, or just find you boring due to your manners and general lack of emotion. Not much really ANGERS YOU, except for an insult to your HONOR. As that's all you truely have left. You have a distain for your fellow VAGABONDS and LOWBLOODS who live on the street, as you consider them to be LEECHES who beg for money rather than work a day of their lives. Meanwhile you pay the utmost respect and reverance to the RICH TROLLS of a HIGHER CASTE. They are who you should be. As one could guess, your QUADRANTS are...LACKING. How much does it matter to you? NOT MUCH.

Your strife specibus would be BRIEFCASEKIND, that is, if the BRIEFCASE didn't snap off the handle when you try to hold it. Instead you must use again, something that the DREGS of society usually resort to. FISTKIND. At least your STRENGTH can be used for SOMETHING. Your fetch modus is set to DIVIDEND. Each time you pick up an ITEM you are linked to status of the stock for the company that makes that ITEM. If the stocks are UP the item is useable, if the stocks are DOWN then you can't make use of it.

Should you ever play a certain WORLD BUILDING game, you would be the KNIGHT OF DOOM in theLAND OF OIL AND FACTORIES. Your trolltag is accursedMannerism and you spëǟk wḯth ǟ bḯt ṏf ǟn ǟccënt.

[King of Idiots]

>Be the idiotic violist.



Your name is ZERUDI ALTIST and you are SIX SOLAR SWEEPS old. You are VERY INTELLIGENT but come across as IDIOTIC due to your peppy and careless nature. You love to play the VIOLA and your HEDGEHOG LUSUS is your music teacher. Your other interests include VIDEO GAMES and DRAWING. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CONTROLLERKIND, often using the cords as whips. Your trolltag is indecisiveViolist and YOU cApItAlIzE thE fIrst lEttEr Of YOUr sEntEncEs And vOwEls, InclUdIng thE lEttEr "Y".

Name: Zerudi Altist
Blood/Text Color: Neon green, #a6ff00
Gender: Female
Age: 6 Solar Sweeps
Symbol: Alto clef
Lusus: Hedgehog
Strife Specibus: CONTROLLERKIND
Fetch Modus: THOUGHT MODUS
Trolltag: idioticViolist
Title: King of Idiots
Land: Land of Ice and Heat



I REALLY hate typing long things, so I made it short......

[Pootporri]

>Be the sweet-tempered, indigo seamstress.



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Your name is JANDO FISSIA, you are 8 SWEEPS, and your blood is INDIGO.

Though, you prefer to refer to it as LAVENDER. Your hue is the highest on the landdwelling hemospectrum. Of course, though, you pay respect just where respect is due. You keep your words short to seadwellers, preferring not to start altercations with those who are naturally enemies with you due to what part of the spectrum they happened to be born into. Unless, that is, an altercation is entirely neccesary. In all honesty though, you simply can't stand the sight of blood. If someone is going to hurt someone you dislike, you prefer to work with hired help.
This isn't limited to seadwellers, of course. You're more inclined to be social to those without finned extensions, and you're perfectly inclined to treat the lower end of the spectrum just as well as the higher end, just so long as they don't disrespect you. An eye for an eye, as they say.

As mentioned before, you can't really stand the sight of BLOOD. Or the feel, for that matter. The smell isn't too divine in itself, now that you think about it. That's not to say you dislike fighting in general. You could care less, even. On a rare occasion, you even like seeing someone get a good, old-fashioned bat-beating. Which is why you chose your specibus, BATKIND. You use aluminum bats, even if you (most of the time) prefer not to actually use them. That's what money is for, after all.

Since you've already elaborated on your avid dislike of blood, you might as well talk about your other dislikes and hates. You dislike DISRESPECT, if you hadn't made it blatantly obvious in your long description about lowerbloods. You dislike the COLD as well, which is what caused your placing of your hive. But we'll talk about that later. You also have an avid dislike of PICKLES, you simply cannot stand them. Just the feel, and the smell. You HATE PICKLES.

Though, you're not actually that much of a grump. You like things as well! Like... FRUIT. FRUIT is nice. Nothing quite like an APPLE TURNOVER, is there? You like VARIOUS BAKED GOODS, like CROISANT ROLLS and DEBBIE CAKES. You like LACE and LACE PATTERNS, which is the reason you took up most of your hobbies in itself. You like FLOWERS, and you like FLOWER PATTERNS, which is the reason why you own a moderately sized GARDEN. The finer things in life, really.

As you mentioned beforehand, though, you dislike the COLD. You were thinking of this as you were choosing a destination for the carpenter drones to build your hive. You, of course, chose to place it on a WARM, TROPICAL BEACH. It's a simple, modest hive of sorts. It only spans one floor, but the width of it is rather large. You've decorated it with LITTLE PAPER CUTOUT MEN, and covered the furniture in LACE. You hang DOILEYS on the walls, and everything is neat and proper and just where it should be! Your GUESTS are served piping hot cups of tea, that of which they can drink by the POT BELLY STOVE. You try to give off a QUAINT feel, and you've achieved it, if you do say so yourself. You mentioned your GARDEN beforehand as well, which resides on the inside of your hive. It's rather small, but it's certainly somewhere to go when you need a break. Your LUSUS helps you take care of it.

Speaking of which, your LUSUS resides in your hive.

And, well...

Just adorable, isn't she? She's some kind of weird mix between a SHEEP, a SPIDER, and a CATERPILLAR. Contrary to popular belief, however, you'd never use your darling lusus' fur to knit something. She needs that to keep warm, you know! SHEEPMOM is simply the best lusus you could ask for, and you wouldn't change a thing. She's not that bad of a fighter, either, but she usually gets her prey by spinning a silky web to catch it in, and then injects incredibly lethal venom into it. Cute, right? That, and she knits, just like you! Sometimes you just like to sit by the pot belly stove with her and share the common interest.

Well, you haven't quite explained that yet. You KNIT. You make DOILIES, and you make CLOTHES, and you CROCHET, and you like to work with ORIGAMI on the side. Really, you can't get much better than you when it comes to quality goods. The FABRIC you use is simply the best. It could be woven from the finest SPIDER SILK, or from SHEEP FUR. Again, though. Not from your lusus. She's too darling for that. You simply import it. Some say it's a little foolish to not take what you already have, but imagine the awkward share-of-glances that you'd have with your LUSUS if you asked her for her fur. That's not something you ask a lady.

You also like to TRAVEL. You simply can't control your raging wanderlust for the unknown! Seeing new places and things, and taking pictures while you're at it. When you're done, and you've returned home, you tend to catalogue everything that you've experienced in a SCRAPBOOK. You have more scrapbooks than you care to count, and have even dedicated a room in your hive to collecting them. It's all very fun to show the guests that visit your hive them, and they make an excellent mantlepiece!

Anyhow, as you mentioned beforehand, you place LITTLE PAPER CUTOUT MEN all over your hive. You tend to collect the ORIGAMI you make, and decorate your hive with it. From CRANES to FROGS to DOLPHINS, you're pretty adept at folding paper. And the finished product is just too cute! You collect DOILIES as well. Of course, you make these, so they're rather easy to come by. Your SCRAPBOOKS are the last of your collections. They're all dedicated to making your hive very lovely. You have to impress, after all!

Your fetch modus is ORIGAMI. The captchalog card produces a small sheet of paper, and in order to get the object from inside of the card, you must fold and cut the paper to fit the shape of the object. Just as long as you don't captchalogue the RYU-ZIN, the modus is pretty well suited for you!

You trolltag is laceworkWanderlust, and you tcnd to kccp your words mcck! :כ

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Name: Lando Calrissian Jando Fissia
Age: 8
Blood Color: (indigo) #ac7cde
Quirk: you tcnd to kccp your words mcck! :כ
e > c
no capitalization
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Trolltag: laceworkWanderlust
Strife Specibus: batKind
Hobbies: Knitting, Crochet, Clothesmaking, Origami, Travelling
Likes: Fruit, Patterns, Baked Goods, Flowers
Hive: Tropical beachside.
Collects: Origami, Doileys, Scrapbooks
Personality: If given the proper respect, she's nice. Otherwise, she's ignoring and spiteful.

[missingEnigma]

=>Be the mathematical young lady.

Your name is MIIVAA SIETII and you are 6.5 SWEEPS OLD. Your interests include MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS and VIDEO GAMES, often finding NUMEROUS GLITCHES to amuse yourself. You take the CASTE SYSTEM with a GRAIN OF SALT, often talking to LOWBLOODS on a somewhat equal level. This manner has caused HIGHBLOODS to LOOK DOWN ON YOU, and they often ATTEMPT TO CULL YOU. Due to this, you never go anywhere without your TRUSTY MACE in case you are attacked.
Your trolltag is missingEnigma and you speak with perfect grammar, though you think question marks are unnecessary.
What will you do?
----Basic biography----
Name: Miivaa Sietii(MEE-vuh see-YEH-tee)
Age: 6.5 sweeps(14.08 human years)
Gender: Female
Strife Specibus: Macekind
Fetch Modus: MATH Modus- A mathematical equation must be solved to retrieve an item. The larger the object, the harder the problem.
Lusus: Large fluffy bat, "Batmom"
Blood/text colour: Lavender, a289b1
Trolltag: missingEnigma
Quirk: Replaces ? with ., otherwise perfect grammar and syntax.
Symbol: Pi
Title: Sorceress of Void
Land: Land of Rocks and Blood

[Lexperiments]

> Be the RIGHTEOUS REAPER.



SUMMARY:

• Name: Makor Zemor
• Blood color: [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 900)"]DARK BLUE BLOODED[/COLOR]
• Chumhandle: righteousReaper
• Strife specibus: Reaperkind (Sickles & Scythes)
• Sylladex: Homemade Wallet
• Quirk: [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 900)"]Veryfast, withmanypauses, andproper, capitalization, andpunctuation.[/COLOR]

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You are MAKOR ZEMOR, a [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 900)"]DARK BLUE BLOODED[/COLOR] troll of SEVEN POINT FIVE SWEEPS. This means you are a HIGHBLOOD, and you TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT. You have LOTS of respect for the SPECTRUM.

Your strife specibus is Reaperkind, which means you can use both scythes and sickles, representing your symbol(which is a scythe crossed over a sickle, or at least, that's what you think it is). You prefer to use scythes, though. You do own a large FARM in your estate, which makes your specibus a lot more useful!

Your hive is a LARGE, CLIFF-SIDE ESTATE overlooking an ocean. The hive itself is a very large 2-floor estate with a big basement built into the cliff. It is made out of mostly a slightly blue-tinted dark black metal, but you've 'edited' it in some places and replaced it with various materials which you think look really nice, like embedding gems in the walls and replacing the floors with wood in some rooms.

Your LUSUS is a LION. You have a GOOD RELATIONSHIP with it, and it is very smart. You can (most of the time) understand its purring, and you have learned a good amount of info from it, like how to hunt and how to make handmade items. It is incredibly proud.

Your personality is good-hearted but judgemental. You love to talk to people, and you are usually very energetic. At first glance, you usually associate people by their blood color, and you DESPISE anonbloods. In your head, you think they're all stupid lowbloods who get treated even worse for not showing their blood color! Idiots. Of course, you've never seen a mutated blood color. You don't think they exist. Anyways, while you take a lot of consideration into the spectrum, you don't tend to completely bias your opinions from it. You also like to boss lowbloods around. Heh.

You love TECHNOLOGY. You never had too much of it, but you LOVE what you have. You tried programming once but you suck at it. Most of your technology is loot from your FLARP sessions. Your trollhandle is [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 900)"]righteousReaper[/COLOR].

Your favorite activity is FLARPing. You are a class you made up yourself, a Righteous Reaper. This is for a few reasons:

• You love slashing.
• You hate that you love slashing.
• You justify the addiction to slashing by only doing "noble" and "heroic" killings.
• Your specibus is Reaperkind.

Therefore, you are a righteous reaper. And that is why you made the class. Since you take more noble missions, you're not much of a treasure hunter and don't have too much loot. Evil players tend to have good stuff, though! You also are a shitty clouder, so you are only a player.

You love to MAKE THINGS. You have a homemade WALLET SYLLADEX, and most of your weapons are made out of things you loot from FLARP. They don't tend to be in the BEST CONDITION, though.

You tend to talk [COLOR="rgb(0, 0, 900)"]Veryfast, withmanypauses, andproper, capitalization, andpunctuation.[/COLOR]

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[King of Idiots]

>Be the Dr. Pepper obsessed guy

is tHAt SuppoSED to bE An inSult or A complimEnt?

Your name is PLUCIO HADIEN and you love anything that has to do with HELL or the UNDERWORLD. And DR. PEPPER, of course. You just love Dr. Pepper. Unlike most HIGHBLOODS, you have absolutely nothing against the LOWBLOODS. You like to spend time with your CERBERUS LUSUS. Especially by FIGHTING FOR FUN. Though, you have to be careful you don't SLICE HIM TO BITS.
Your strife specibus is SWORDKIND and you have a CHAOS MODUS.
Your trolltag is deathlyHellhound and you lovE tHE worD/namE "HADES"

Name: Plucio Hadien
Age: 7 solar sweeps, about 15 human years
Gender: Male
Strife Specibus: Swordkind
Fetch Modus: Chaos Modus- A modus with only 5 slots that picks up useless shit.
Lusus: Cerberus
Blood/text color: Indigo #44008e
Trolltag: deathlyHellhound
Quirk: All letters in the name "Hades" are capitalized
Symbol: Read- http://www.symbols.com/encyclopedia/39/394.html
Title: Bane of Soul
Land: Land of Fire and Insanity