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

[forgottenCelebration]

==> Be Revived!

==> Be the most boring troll ever... again!



Your name is MARCIEL FORRER. You are 7 and some odd number SWEEPS OLD.

You are a slightly chubby TEAL BLOOD (#318984), with a BIG NOSE, WEIRD EARS, and a good amount of FUCKS you have never given. You love NERDY ARMBANDS and BUILDING ELABORATE USELESS STUFF. You also like AWESOME SCIENCE and SHITTY MUSIC. Well, other people call it shitty. You think it is the TUNES OF THE GODS or whatever.

Your CHEMICAL EXPERIMENTS often leave you in a state similar to that of sopor slime digestion, but it is also very different considering that they also provide you with a SENSE OF HIGHER UNDERSTANDING OF THINGS. You enjoy this and like to refer to it as “BEING ONE WITH SCIENCE.” You like to FLARP as a great assassin, but when there is no one to FLARP with, as you often do not leave your hive, you use a TEXT BASED ONLINE ALTERNATIVE.

Your lusus is a bear. But also a pig. It was once mistaken for a MAN-BEAR-PIG. But it is not a man at all. It is merely a Bear-Pig. You blame it for your bad eating habits and tendency to sleep far too long, however you know it’s only because you are lazy.

Sometimes your SCIENCE tends to BLOW SHIT UP. You enjoy this and most of the time it is NOT ACCIDENTAL. You explore PARADOX SPACE and collect the physical forms of paradoxes from PARADOX POCKETS. They are fairly squishy, and as you describe them, “somewhat gooey glowing balls of lint.” Your pants are always SEVERAL SIZES TOO LARGE and your BADASS BOOTS make you feel like less of a LOSER. Your strife specibus is ACIDKIND. Your Sylladex is set to PARADOX MODUS. You get exactly what you need when it is needed, but you do not get it when you want it and you do not always get what you want. It is quite a predicament but you’ve learned to deal with it by never REALLY wanting anything.

Your trolltag is forgottenCelebration and you ⇌ 5+art All 5en+ence5 Wi+h +he Chemical Equilibrium 5ign. Y0u +end +0 NAK NAK NAK 0cca5ionally. Y0u Al50 Capi+alize +he Fir5+ Le++er 0f Each W0rd And Replace All

T’s, S’s, and O’s with +, 5, and 0 respectively.

You are not SHORT, and you are not TALL. You are possibly THE MOST BORING TROLL TO EVER LIVE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.


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[Dragongirl30894]

-> Be the crazy blueblood.


Your name is Shixui Kugbon, and you're not crazy. Not in that way.

For as long as you remember you've heard voices in your head. Low, far-away whispers. They plague your thoughts almost constantly, though they usually stay low enough that you can easily ignore them. But sometimes, they get louder, more demanding, and that's when the hallucinations start. When you start seeing things, you know you're about to lose control. Sometimes you see those around you change into terrifying demons, or you see bugs crawling on you and creatures creeping out of the walls. You never got used to it. When you start seeing things, you always try to lock yourself in a separate room, with nothing but a small table, notebooks and sharpies on it. As the hallucinations get worse, your head starts to hurt intensely, and eventually your brain stops registering memories until the voices subside again. When you come back to yourself, your arm's usually covered in scribbles, along with several pages of one or more of the notebooks, and sometimes even parts of the walls. Occasionally you end up injuring yourself too. But whenever the voices take over your mind, if you take the time to analize the scribbles, you can find predictions of the near-future, usually regarding someone you know, and most of the times care about.

It's not as useful as one may think. The farthest your predictions have ever gone were a single night, so almost always you don't have time to stop the tragedy from happening. A few times you've actually triggered it by warning the victim. You hate it. This... psychic power or whatever it is you have. You're almost afraid to make new friends now, keeping mostly to yourself, with your hobbies and your lusus. But you know you can't just turn into a hermit and stay away from other trolls for the rest of your life, you need at least your concupiscent quadrants filled before the drones visit. So you still try to socialize on a regular basis, keeping a few friends, but your aprehension shows with your every word, so what few friends you might have aren't that close, which is just how you want it. You're only 7 sweeps old, you still got time until the drones come knocking. But still, you can't help but be constantly worried that those you're even a little bit closer to might end up suffering a horrible accident, as if you were the one causing them.

Since you spend most of your time by yourself, you have a few simple interests to pass the time. You love reading, usually sticking to either romantic stories or fantasy ones, but you also have a few future-set stories you like. You also enjoy writing your own tales, and you're actually really good at it. You have countless notebooks full of both your voice-induced scribbles and your own stories. Along with writing, you also enjoy drawing the characters you create for your stories as they are introduced. You ended up developing a sense of fashion because of that, so you could dress your characters adequately, but you don't really put it to use in real life. And since spending all that time by yourself is boring, you like to use your lusus as a pillow instead. She's a big cerberus dog, but you're pretty sure the middle head has a male mentality. Her name's Hydra, and she's so comfortable. Her fur is just so long and soft, it's great. She's the best pillow.

You're not really much of a fighter, since you're a highblood and you don't go out much on top of that, but you still have a weapon of your own that you're decently skilled with, being staffKind. Your Fetch Modus is a slightly bothersome one, the Notebook Modus. It woks kind of like Wallet. You have a notebook, and the pages are the captcha cards, with faded images of the items on them. To retrieve an item, you have to go to the card page and write the name of the item on the lines printed over the faint image, with a pen also provided by the modus. It's not really that bad, but it can be a little bit annoying sometimes. Finally, your trolltag is unstableLessons and you speak-w|th-a-certa|n-empt|ness-t0-y0ur-w0rds+

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Name- Shixui Kugbon
Blood color- cerulean (#004182)
Age- 7 sweeps
Interests- reading romantic stories, writing, drawing, fashion
Lusus- fluffy cerberus named Hydra
Fetch Modus- Notebook
Strife Specibus- staffKind
Trolltag- unstableLessons
Quirk- spaces replaces by -, I/i by |, O/o by 0, commas and periods by +

[Cipher]

Your name is STRAUX LIVIUS. You are 9.5 sweeps old, and EMPHESIZE this to your younger friends whenever they question your knowledge or experience. You live in a sparsely decorated castle just outside of a DESERT with your Lusus, though you REGRET choosing this spot. You chose it at your Lusus's incessant squawking, and only later learned of the WANDERING UNDEAD that come out at sunrise. Fortunately, your Lusus is able to take care of most of them on its own, however.
Speaking of your Lusus, it's a large CORVUSBEAST, whose diet mainly consists of the undead so it's understandable why it was so insistent on this location, once that's taken into consideration. Your Lusus and you tend to get along fairly well, even if it's SQUAWKS, sometimes grate your nerves. It's influenced your life quite a bit, but you have since grown to DEFINE yourself, and not take its advice so readily. This culminated in you BURNING your clothes when you were 8 sweeps old, as a lot of them were RAGGY old cloaks. You have sense moved on to more FORMAL attire, perhaps overdressing slightly to make up for the sweeps in cloaks.
Your INTERESTS vary, but you tend to pass the time by strengthening your homes defenses, practicing with your assortment of weapons, and wasting time on your husktop. Although you have held many weapons you ROYALLY SUCK at most of them. You're most proficient with the old SCYTHE you originally used to fight with, but like your clothes, discarded it in your REBELIOUS ZEAL. You now use your trusty SABER, though you lack much experience with it.
Being so isolated, on the edge of the desert, you don't really know many others. You consider this a BLESSING, as you wouldn't want to have a bunch of others around during SUNRISE. You are not completely ALONE though, as your best friend lives farther inland, and you occasionally visit her. When you do you tend to HIDE your blood color and symbol, to avoid any of the silly SCANDAL involved with a blue blood being close with someone so low on the Hemeospectrum.
Although you're vision isn't terrible, but you still have glasses to make it nearly perfect. Also, you think they make you look quiet CHILL, and so they rarely leave your face.

Your trolltag is embellishedTestament and you ⌠τend τo τalk like this.⌡
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Details:
Name: Straux Livius
Age: 9.5 sweeps
Trolltag: embellishedTestament
Blood color: #2A3676
Lusus: Raven
Specibus: Main is Scythekind. Sucky backup is Bladekind.
Fetch Modus: Hourglass
Symbol: Descending Saturn (Descend symbol and Saturns.)
Quirk: Surrounds text with sickle like marks and tau instead of T and t.

[Zoriath Mentriad]

>Be the hermetic bookworm.

Your name is ANTENC CERROS, and boy do you love BOOKS. Your passion for LITERATURE is so strong that many of your race have dubbed you the OFFICIAL ALTERNIAN SCRIPT ARCHIVIST SUPREME. It is your duty to COLLECT, READ, ANALYZE, and SORT ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that has been, is being, and will be written by or regarding anyone on ALTERNIA. Due to the impossibility of such a task, you have the overwhelming suspicion that the position was FABRICATED as a CRUEL MOCKERY of you and your INTERESTS. Even so, you are quite proud of your ACCOMPLISHMENTS and you take your job VERY SERIOUSLY.

You log countless hours in front of your COMPUTER MONITOR or with your FACE IN A BOOK; and your SOCIAL LIFE has suffered dramatically; not that you ever had one to begin with. Many trolls seem to believe that the attainment of ENLIGHTENMENT through KNOWLEDGE and WISDOM is a stupid goal and apparently want nothing to do with those who have that goal. Because of your LACK OF SOCIAL INTERACTION, you never really learned to differentiate FACT from FICTION. As such, all of the INFORMATION you read through various sources is taken at FACE VALUE. Needless to say, you are incredibly GULLIBLE. Because of this, you believe in many silly things like CONSPIRACY THEORIES, MAGIC, and ALCHEMY. While you are knowledgeable in MANY AREAS, it happens to be the SILLY ONES that capture your interest; particularly ELEMENTAL APPLICATION. With no one to commune with you are a bit ODD, and people think you're quite insane.You cannot SAY YOU DISAGREE.

Your QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE stems from your desire to SURPASS YOUR ANCESTOR. In one of your many BOOKS you read of THE TOMEKEEP; a famous troll who was said to have collected VAST AMOUNTS OF KNOWLEDGE in an ANCIENT ARCHIVE and wore your SIGN. He was also ostracized from the rest of trollkind for dabbling in MAGIC; not because it was REAL, but because it was incredibly STUPID and a WASTE OF TIME. Unfortunately for you, the WHEREABOUTS of the ARCHIVE are unknown as of yet. One day, when you are not so busy, you will HUNT DOWN this archive and ADD TO IT; SURPASSING HIS NAME and CONTINUING HIS LEGACY.

Your LUSUS was a GREAT, FIERY FEATHERBEAST before he died. He was very WISE and supported your DREAMS as best a lusus could. He oversaw your hive's construction, making sure it was very EXPANSIVE with plenty of SHELVING to store your GROWING WEALTH OF INFORMATION; as per your specifications. He also encouraged your interest in INTELLECTUAL PURSUITS. When other grubs mocked you, your LUSUS would take you on LONG INSPIRING FLIGHTS and play GAMES with you. Without him, you are sure your IMAGINATION and CREATIVITY may have never properly developed. It was a gift that has long since come in handy now that you spend most of your days alone and isolated. It was also your LUSUS that brought the aforementioned BOOK about your ANCESTOR. The picture accompaniment showed that HIS LUSUS looked a lot like YOUR LUSUS; and despite its CONSTANT INSISTENCE OTHERWISE, you have incorrectly identified your LUSUS as the MYTHICAL PHOENIX and have stored his body in the BASEMENT until the day that it will ARISE FROM ITS ASHES. Any day now...

In what LITTLE FREE TIME you have, you enjoy RECREATIONAL READING, WRITING, DAYDREAMING, CLEANING YOUR LIBRARY, KEEPING A JOURNAL OF YOU DISCOVERIES, and LEAVING NARRATIVE NOTES BEHIND FOR OTHERS TO FIND IN CASE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO YOU. The latter is likely a result of the previously mentioned CRAZINESS you seem to have developed. Other curious habits include NARRATING YOUR LIFE in THIRD PERSON, TALKING TO YOURSELF, SPACING OUT AND IMAGINING WHAT HAPPENS NEXT INSTEAD OF EXPERIENCING IT, and EMBELLISHING or EXAGGERATING your life to make it seem more interesting. You also have the irritating tendency to VERBALLY CATALOGUE CONVERSATIONS. You MAY even be RECORDING THIS BIOGRAPHY. You cannot even tell anymore. LUCKILY, your MEMORY, does not seem to have suffered; at least not too badly. You can RECALL everything that you have ever read, but you are RELATIVELY FORGETFUL of nearly everything else. You would not even remember your BLOOD COLOR if it were not displayed on your SHIRT.

You are a little over seven solar sweeps old and your BLOOD COLOR just so happens to be a lovely shade of GREEN. This puts you somewhere in the middle of the HEMOSPECTRUM, which, you guess, is a good place to be. You are not too HIGH to be ROYALTY, and not too LOW to be abused by them. You are right in the NONDESCRIPT area, which is fitting. Being NONDESCRIPT is probably your style as no one seems to have noticed your AFFINITY FOR CONSPIRACY THEORIES, even though you are sure that it is probably PUNISHABLE in one form or another.

Your trolltag is elementalWizard and you tend to --=={§peak in a manner befitting of story scrolls; unless you become flustered. ┼hen you become a bit /-\╔ÇĦ/-\|Ç and difficult to understand; like symbols on spell scrolls.}==--

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NAME: Antenc Cerros
AGE: A little over seven sweeps.
BLOOD : #166E34
TROLLTAG: elementalWizard
MODUS: Browse (Cards are blacked out until a sufficient amount of keywords are searched. Larger or more important objects require more keywords.), Borrow (All cards can be seen an accessed freely, but only for a certain amount of time), Dewey Decimal (Items are arranged on shelves by order of importance with the important items on the top shelf and less important items near the bottom where it is easier to reach.)
SPECIBI: Stickkind and Bookkind
LUSUS: A bird reminiscent of a phoenix.
QUIRK: Words are written on a --=={Scroll.}==-- Capital letters are replaced with symbolic representations, giving a sense of drop caps when properly capitalized or arcane runes when typed in all caps. Otherwise, the grammar, spelling, and syntax is perfect.
SYMBOL: The Trinity; which has both magic and religious symbolism. It brings together the idea of interest in magic and enlightenment.
TITLE: Mage of Mind
LAND : Land of Fantasy and Hysteria (LOFAH)
CONSORTS: Newt
MOON: Derse

[Noeith]

Be the color blind mutant ==>



You are now the color blind mutant. Your name is RIDLEE TIOXIS and you are COMPLETELY UNABLE TO SEE COLOR. This presents a problem given your society's emphasis on the hemospectrum. The only thing you can do to avoid trouble is KISS ASS ALL THE TIME. You mostly do this because you are unsure of where you,yourself lie on this system and have just assumed that you are as low as it goes. Given you got stabbed the first and last time that you asked what your blood color was. The only thing you know for sure about it is that the sea-dwellers are on the very top. Because of all this you have a HARD TIME TRUSTING OTHERS. It may suck but, hey, that's how you made it 8 sweeps so far.

Your mutation is an odd adaptation in your blood. you have the ability to ADAPT AND ABSORB POISONS INTO YOUR BLOOD. You always figured this was due to your manticore lusus feeding you things that it had killed with its potent venom. Anyway, this makes your blood into a TOXIC AND ACIDIC VENOM that you use as a weapon with your cybernetic stinger. You had it wired into your body and hooked up so it has access to your blood supply. Other wise you would be forced to bleed yourself regularly to make use of the poisons. Since your body uses these toxins you can be poisoned with very little or no effect.
Your Troll Tag is toxicSatisfaction and you ...7end 7o be a bit 7imid when speakin9...

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AGE: 8 SWEEPS
TEXT COLOR: #AAAAA

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BLOOD COLOR: #d5ff00

LUSUS: MANTICORE
TROLL TAG: toxicSatisfaction

[Belonoid Anoesis]

> Be another of the trolls who gets her profile updated.

> Be the boring-looking indigoblood.

Your name is ARLENE MARBAR, and you are currently at 8 SWEEPS OLD and oh dear your hair is messy. You are strangely calm for a highblood, causing a few fellow indigobloods to shun you for not flying into random fits of rage. You don't even know why, but you do hope it doesn't have something to do with MUTATION. You are not a part of the SUBJUGGULATORS as you prefer being who you actually want yourself to be and yet you are okay with them as long as they don't DRIVE YOUR BONKERS OFF. Similar to ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS, you question the function of the BLOOD CASTE. You two share opinions of this matter in a few occasions. You are one hell of a CODEMONKEY creating a lot of supportive as well as malicious programs. You NEVER use most of them anyway because you prefer NOT to get your favorite thing revealed. As said before, you are sort of calm, but can be boring to other TROLLS' eyes. You rarely ever get ANGRY thanks to a SEADWELLER moirail of yours. Even without him around, you don't lose your cool unless your NERVES really gets hit. Not a literal nerve though. But once you flip out, it takes a lot to calm you down.

You enjoy HUNTING animals and bring back mainly their HEADS for trophies with the help of your LION LUSUS. She is very much concerned about your safety and you are sometimes ANNOYED by her PROTECTIVE attitude. If you are not going anywhere, you'd play with her. You too spend a bit of time playing some SPORTS. You live by a certain coast in which your HIVE is part UNDERGROUND in which its entrance is a CAVE. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to KNIFEKIND. This pretty much helps you at dealing with DANGERS such as VIOLENT TROLLS and FEW LETHAL BEASTS. You also use it to cut through some frail obstacles like THIN VINES. Man, are you SKILLED with your weapon.

Your said MOIRAIL gifted you something for your WIGGLING DAY which was about A MONTH AGO. He didn't make it, but it was from another TROLL with rare sense of fashion. Frankly, he sucks at fashion and won't even bother.

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Eeeyup, you tried this dress and it fits you. You don't feel the need to wear it, though. Maybe next time?

Though, you consider this gift precious and will use it someday.

Should you play SGRUB, you will be entitled the WITCH OF DREAMS and given the LAND OF CLOUDS AND LIGHT with IGUANAS as your CONSORTS. Your FETCH MODUS though, is an ass to operate, which appears to be CARD GAMES. If you win one card game, you get your desired item from your CAPTCHALOGUE. If you lose though, an INSULTING MESSAGE will appear on screen, making you want to just tear those cards yourself.

Your trolltag is wanderingNightwatch and <={-- Yo(_) speak with your knives pointing at both prefi>< and suffi>< beca(_)se yo(_) can. --}=>

[Bluesunnyday]

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Sprite by BewareOfNerd

>Be the Doctor

I---=====------Frankly, I'm flattered. But could we be a bit more honest here?

>Be the Don't Ask Don't Tell back alley doctor.

I---=====------Yeah, like I said, let's be honest.

Your name is MORTUS DENIMA, and you are a DOCTOR. No, not a respectable one, like the MEDICULLERS. You're one of those back alley doctors that takes whatever clients he can get. You also have frequent dealings with the TROLL MAFIA. Your AGE isn't very important (7.38 sweeps, if you're REALLY curious), because you've been doing this nearly forever. You started out assisting an older troll with surgeries. You had no real relationship with that troll, but it was an easy way to earn food for your lusus, a two headed snake that you call EURYTHIA. After that job, you started researching MEDICINE, with idealistic dreams in your head about being a wonderful doctor that could heal everyone! Of course, you later learned that you were talented, but just not talented enough. You had to create your own ILLEGAL CLINIC, and this of course resulted in your clinic being frequented by various criminals. After the first criminal patient, you added a Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy to your clinic's proceedings. You also treated pretty much everyone. Eurythia’s two heads required a whole lot of feeding, and turning people away because of the color of their blood would just result in waking up in the belly of your no-good, food crazed, GOD DAMNED BITCH OF A [Please wait a moment, the narrator is having a minor meltdown.] Oh, sorry, you go off like that sometimes… Anyways…

Later, you would become a go-to doctor for members of the Troll Mafia, which helped your business considerably. However, this also put a HUGE PRESSURE on you, and it also resulted in the reason you wear your medical mask all the time. Because of accidental negligence on your part, a particularly influential member of the Mafia died. You were hunted down, and you were given a GLASGOW FROWN, a permanent frown carved onto your face. Due to this, you try to avoid relationships for fear of being rejected for your scars. You only have a MOIRAIL, who goes by the name ALNITA RIGELI. Also, you tend not to take days off in worry that someone ELSE important will die without you available, which would probably result in much worse than facial scars.
But enough exposition. Let’s talk about YOU. You’re pretty mellow about things most of the time, except when someone tries to see under your mask. Then you utterly flip out. Generally the person unfortunate enough to have tried will end up suffering a syringe to the eye. You’re interested in ROCK MUSIC, but not the modern kind. You like the old stuff. The Spinning Boulders, Steel Blimp, you just love the old rock ‘n’ roll. Your trolltag is neccesaryMalpractice (the misspelling caused by you being 4 sweeps when you first created it) And I---=====------You inject your words into your sentences.

[Araiss]

==>Be the Brawling Chef.

x\* wou!dn't ca!! myse!f that persona!!y, then aga*n * don't rea!!y care./x

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Your name is Aposem Ecilam, who is currently eight sweeps old. You're also an orangeblood, so you're low on the spectrum. Do you have any specific opinions or objections to it?, not really. You follow the Hemospectrum for the most part, though you break it under certain circumstances. Those being if you needed to throw someone out or something else survival related. You personally consider yourself to be upfront with other trolls, preferring not to go through pointless runarounds. That is a fact.

As such lets get to your interests, you enjoy fighting, then again you're a troll so why wouldn't you? As such you practice both boxing and kickboxing in an effort to keep yourself fit. Though you also get into a fight every now and again ,but you find that to be normal. You consider yourself to be a good cook, though you work as a waiter for your occupation. It doesn't happen a lot, but when some troll doesn't show up for work or otherwise dies you fill their position for a short amount of time. You actually find cooking pretty exciting.

Though you tend to keep it quiet, you are one of the few trolls who enjoys fashion. Not making it or anything, just simple wearing of clothes, shoes or hats.



You suppose it's weird that you do this, but most of your clothes are black so you don't really care. And even though you enjoy it you like your cooking a lot more. You also have a fascination with guns, but you don't own them because they cost money. You wouldn't mind learning how to practice using one someday, just for practice.

To clarify your breaking of the Hemospectrum, it usually happens when you need to throw someone out of the place you work in. This is how some of the fights you get into usually occur, and you haven't hesitated to punch someone in the face or slit their throat. Speaking of face punching it's something you do, either out of annoyance or to test someone's reaction. You're pretty satisfied most of the trolls you do this to don't mind, though you know your boundaries. Also at times if you get too excited in a fight you can't stop and need to finish it, usually through the death of whoever your fighting. It causes problems when that happens.

You live in a hivestem with your lusus, which is a tiger moth. You try to avoid mothdad at times simply because it is poisonous, but you don't mind him. For fights you use the knuckleKind strife specibus, though you carry a trench knife if you ever need to kill someone. It's a nice thing it fits into specibus card. You have the Current Combo modus, where you need to do a succession of moves in order to obtain the item you want.

Your trolltag is apatheticScrapper and you x\Tend to try and a!ert tro!!s by the way you speak./x

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Name: Aposem Ecilam
Age: 8 sweeps
Modus: Current Combo.
Strife Specibus: knuckleKind
Blood: #FF8500
Lusus: Tiger Moth
Symbol: Warning of something dangerous or resistant
Quirk: exchanges l/L for ! And I/I for * sentences in between x\ /x

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2x Troll post Combo!

==> Be the psychoanalyzing wildgirl

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Your name is Tivona Ullema and you are 7.5 sweeps old. Hemospectrum wise you have lived your whole life as a jadeblood, which puts you somewhat up there on the spectrum with somewhat rare blood. You wear glasses because you have some minor sight problems, though you're pretty much fine if you don't wear them. You also have a few scarring tattoos, but you'll explain those later.

You have several interests, such as your interest in psychology. Specifically you enjoy studying and examining the fears of trolls. You also love collecting antiques and trinkets, the older the better. Because of this you usually go out exploring old buildings and temples for any such things. You also like drawing, and frequently mark down the different symbols you see in said temples from time to time. You also enjoy spending time in nature, whether that's walking in a forest or collecting a few jungle plants.

You personally enjoy nature because you pretty much grew up in it, seeing as your hive is in a jungle. Of course just because you grew up in one doesn't mean you can't be civilized, and you think you know a lot about different trolls. Your lusus is a panther, and you find prowling and jumping off of trees quite fun. In fact..



When you are all alone at your hive in the jungle you like to dress the part. This includes painting your face and wearing loose clothing. Swinging from branches and fighting off some of the locals has helped make you stronger in case you ever need to fight. You also know a few herbal based remedies in case you get hurt or just want to relax with some smoke. You obviously hide the fact you do all of these things from any troll.

Now as for those scars of yours those are because of quadrant matters, before you even technically got quadrants. Some stupid seadweller was messing with a few of your friends and yous truck a deal with her, and after a whole day of torture you came out on top. Obviously she created those scars in order for you to look like one of your friends. Of course the entire experience was painful but in the ending you wound up with a kismesis and a moirail, so you like to think you won in the end.

You use the staffkind/spearkind strife specibus. It helps when you want to knock someone out or just throw a javelin at some beast when you're at your hive and you want to eat. Your fetch modus is map puzzle modus, in where you need to solve a puzzle to create the shape of the item you want.

Your trolltag is frightfulNaturist and you TALK|With|Seperation|In|Each|Of|Your|Sentences.
Though if you're alone at your hive you Tend/\To/\have/\your/\words/\swing/\from/\The/\TreeTops.

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Name: Tivona Ullema
Strife Specibus: staffKind/spearKind
Age: 7.5 Sweeps
Modus: Map Puzzle.
Blood: #00705D
Lusus: Panther
Symbol: Means imagination, intuition, vision
Quirk: First word in all caps, first letter of all words capitalized and separates words with |. Hive Quirk: Capitalizes T and separates words with /\ to resemble swinging from vines.

[ZeronFX]

> Be the strange, happy, poor pyrokinetic
Technically I'm not Δ Pyrokinetic, becΔuse my powers don't fit the description.
> You know what, I don't care. There's hundreds of other Trolls for me to be, you're not impressing me here.
Fine then! *CRACKLE*


Your name is ALINNE PYRALA and you are a bit strange. You are a bit over 7 SOLAR SWEEPS old but you act like you're about 5. You're really outgoing, speak your mind, and talkative. You have respect for the HEMOSPECTRUM and abide by it at all times unless your life is threatened. You are relatively calm unless ANGERED or otherwise PROVOKED, in which case you have no problem OPENING UP A CAN OF ASS-WHOOPING. To others' dismay (and some's excitement,) you have little regard for PERSONAL SPACE, which means you are often brushing up against others, sitting really close to them, hugging them, patting them, etc., which really makes people uncomfortable and even confused if you're flirting with them when this is combined by your kind nature. Which you usually don't mean to be.

Your HIVE is located not far away from a SEMI-ACTIVE VOLCANO. It is a tiny 2-block concrete cottage, just enough room to house your belongings and work. Speaking of work, your main job is at the VOLCANO'S GEOTHERMAL POWERPLANT, where you earn a mediocre wage, but it is enough to live off of and that's good enough for you. Due to your POWER, you are one of the ones sent into the VOLCANO to make sure all parts of the generator are up to snuff and general maintenance.

Your POWER speaking of has to do with HEAT. You can stand intense levels of it that would normally kill off Trolls of your Caste and severely weaken members of other Castes. As such you can survive Alternia's harsh SUN for longer than most other Trolls, but the intense GAMMA RAYS still forbid you from being a DAYWALKER full-time. You can also pull HEAT from various sources and put it in a specific location. For example, if there was a roaring campfire, you could pull the flame into a ball and throw it at something. While this part of your POWER is extremely useful it makes you tired the more you use it.

Your hobbies include GLASSWORK, READING, and PLAYING THE TRUMPET. The former you're suprisingly good at, and you sell your finished models for some extra Caegars. The middle you often don't have time or money to do, but you still enjoy it nonetheless. The latter you're very good at, although you've never been able to afford better than a beginner TRUMPET, so your sound is only so good.

Your LUSUS is a GIANT ROCK LIZARD. LIZARDMOM is often very grumpy and is quick to lash out and attack you and other Trolls. As such you have learned to become swift in your tamings. During early morning you try to go into the forest that borders your HIVE to hunt some bugs for her to keep her happy even though she is more than capable of doing this herself.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is sawKind, and you have two different weapons for it. Your RUSTY BOWSAW and your INDUSTRIAL BUZZSAW have served you well in your defense and culling endeavors.

Your trollTag is quirkyPyromancer and you tΔlk in an excited wΔy thΔt mΔkes people ΔwΔre of your fiery personΔlity, especially when you get Δngry! *SIZZLE*

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Name: Alinne Pyrala
Strife Specibus: sawKind
Age: 7.3 Sweeps
Modus: Incendiary ( To retrieve items, the card must be burned.)
Blood: #CD0100
Lusus: Rock Lizard
Symbol: Alchemical symbol for Fire
Quirk: Replaces "a" with "Δ"; when emotional, primarily angry, uses fire sound effects

[Insani]

Bluh. Another rewrite. Remaking Arelux for my new rp.

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>Be the raging dicksponge

FUKK YOU BULGESTA!N

>Be the asshole rockstar

! W!LL RAM MY F!ST !NTO YOUR FACE SO HARD THAT YOU

UH

D!E.

YEAH, !LL GO W!TH THAT. SO HARD THAT YOU D!E, MOTHERFUKK!N BULGESTA!N!

>GET THIS SHIT OVER WITH ALREADY



Your name is Arelux Vintah, you're 7 sweeps, and you're fucking pissed all the time. You're a redblood which fucking sucks, and despite your low cast, you are one of the angriest trolls on alternia. You're also an idiot. You lost the top of your left horn a sweep ago, and after that you stopped ramming your horns into walls when you get angry, namely because it became rather troublesome do so with your pitiful stumps.

You are extremely violent and infuriated most of the time. You enjoy beating other trolls up, and raging at your 'friends'. One of the only trolls you actually enjoy speaking to is Bendam Zintax, who helps you in your musical career. You play your GUITARKIND with your armored gloves (you'd probably amputate your hand while playing otherwise), and do some vocals. Your music would fall under the category of METAL, with a lot of screaming. Bendam serves under you in your musical career, despite him being a much better player than you. He plays Drums, Piano, all sorts of things, and he is near-perfect in his playing abilities.

Your interests include violence, stockpiling legendary artifacts used by famous musicians, such as your ancestor, Musician Hellnote, who was actually good at the whole music thing. His songs were much less loud, he had a voice that you would kill for, and his songs fell more under 'rock'. He was far more popular than you, and is a true musical legend. You also enjoy making music, releasing shitty albums, and reading the various letters you get, some of which are horrifyingly sexual. You aren't too fond of games, but you occasionally like to divulge into the extremely violent games, shooters or otherwise. Abandoned 4 Death, anybody? You also used to rob random trolls.

You are incredibly strong for a redblood, and have been gifted with the ability to unleash screams, which you can control the strength of. Your most powerful screams can cause shockwaves, knocking your enemies far back but knocking you out from the raw power needed to unleash it. However, you are also a COMPLETE IDIOT. Despite your brute strength, it is easy for trolls to control you, not to mention you have an extremely bad temper. Although you are physically a Titan, mentally you are a Wriggler having a temper tantrum. You fight with various specibi, including GUITARBLADEKIND, MICRAYKIND, and MUSICALGLOVE KIND. The Guitar-Blade is a kind of Guitar-Blade fusion, your preferred weapons. Your micray is a voice-powered deathray that also serves as a non-lethal microphone. However, it isn't very powerful unless you use your psychic screams to power it further. You do not use your Musical Gloves often, you mostly save them for special occasions, or when you want to feel your fists slamming into the bones of your enemies. They provide guitar-notes to your combos, a long, powerful combo would sound something like a guitar solo with a lot of shouting and bones breaking.

You live alone in a moderately good hive, excellent for one of your caste. You used some of the money you gained from your album sales to expand your hive, by hiring other trolls to help you. Some of them tried to rob you, but as said before, you are incredibly strong for one of such a low caste. You have a collection of rare artifacts, used by musical legends, such as your ancestor. You own his signature guitar-blade, which he used for most of his career. It is amazing, and you feel a hundred times manlier just by wielding it.

Your lusus is a SQUEALER, a horrible pig-monster, with a tough, rocky exterior and a terrifying scream that almost matches your own. Your lusus is kind of bossy, and territorial. It is quite easy for it to get extremely angry, especially when you disturb it while it tries to sing. It sometimes unleashes the most horrible bouts of singing possible, and worst of all, they're ear-piercingly loud.

You are equipped with the CHALLENGE modus, which spawns a small gaming device, on which you need to complete a several second minigame. If you fail, you have to try again. You've mastered it's retro-style minigames, and they've given you a bit of a taste for retro gaming. However, due to the item being stored inside, if you smash it into the ground the item pops out, unharmed, so you just do that when you don't have any time to waste.

Your trolltag is stereoBeast and you TYPE FUR!OUSLY, W!TH NO RESPECT FOR FUKK!N 'PROPER' BEHAV!OUR

[Pyradox]

==> Be the insane swearing female troll.


You find you cannot be the insane swearing female troll just yet. No, she is far too much of a badass for that.

Your name is DRAYKA SYRENN, and you are a COMPLETE AND UTTER BADASS.

You are PRECISELY 6.9243 SWEEPS OLD. The MAJORITY OF THE UNIVERSE thinks you are TOTALLY PSYCHOTIC. You are HONESTLY QUITE PROUD to agree with them. As your REGRETTABLY HUMAN heroes would say, 'PERFECT INSANITY.'

Your interests include being HORRIBLY PISSED, DESTROYING THINGS FOR LITTLE TO NO REASON, SWEARING, and EARTH MUSIC, because you strongly believe that ALL TROLL MUSIC IS SHIT. The majority of EARTH MUSIC is too, but at least they have a few SHREDS OF DECENCY. You rather enjoy showing these SHREDS OF DECENCY to EVERYONE ELSE, no matter how RELEVANT it actually is to THE CONVERSATION. It never is. Thankfully your AWESOMENESS is capable of overriding REALITY. You grudgingly admit it is not entirely YOU AWESOMENESS, though. Rather, it is the COMBINED AWESOMENESS of yourself and your four REGRETTABLY HUMAN idols. Trolls do not worship gods, but YOU WOULD BE HAPPY TO WORSHIP THEM.

You have the STRANGE HABIT of studying HUMAN CULTURES. You even SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED to translate your SWEEPS into HUMAN YEARS, right down to the DAY. You love remembering THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE when you discovered your HUMAN BIRTHDAY would be the 13TH OF MARCH, the same as the 'LEADER' of the FOUR you have chosen to DEIFY.

You positively DESPISE the NOTIONS OF AUTHORITY AND CONFORMITY, and think that the POWERS THAT BE should not have NEARLY AS MUCH INFLUENCE as they CURRENTLY do. You are FAIRLY SURE the HUMANS have a word for THIS STATE OF MIND, but since you are a TROLL, you are not familiar with it. You never really follow any CONSTANT SET OF RULES. You never FUCKING PLAN TO.

You become STRANGELY MORE INSANELY PISSED than usual when asked about your blood color. You do not like sharing this with ANYONE, AT ALL, EVER. It is your PERSONAL RULE, and the only RULE you consistently follow. You may not GIVE A FUCK about the HEMOSPECTRUM, but there are trolls out there that wouldn't hesitate to KILL YOU over it. Yet ANOTHER REASON for the POWERS THAT BE to simply THROW THEMSELVES INTO THE MOTHERFUCKING OCEAN.

Your FETCH MODUS is currently set to TYRANT, which is a bit too SENTIENT for your LIKING. If you don't do EXACTLY WHAT IT WANTS, it will usually throw RANDOM THINGS at you. POINTY THINGS. However, you have found that its SENTIENCE can be an ADVANTAGE, because it NEVER FAILS TO COMPLY when you threaten to SMASH IT with your IRON BOOTS.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is set to SPEARKIND. This means that you have a VERY IMPRESSIVE COLLECTION of SPEARS AND JAVELINS. You believe that this is definitely the BEST WEAPON POSSIBLE to wield, as it is EQUALLY USEFUL in both CLOSE and RANGED combat.

Your trolltag is perpetuallyCynical and you speak in a way .thät cörrëctly shöws yöür bädässëry, ïnsänïty, änd dïsdäïn för thë fäctïöns öf söcïëty.

In a certain game, you are the SYLPH OF RAGE in the LAND OF STEEL AND RECOLLECTIONS.

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Typing Quirk: .punctuation before as well as after sentences, good grammar and syntax, döts övër vöwëls, FREQUENTLY SWITCHES TO CAPS LOCK FOR NO REASON, and habitually quotes song lyrics. The dots, and often punctuation, are absent when quoting. The only emoticon used is d(-_-)b.
Ancestor: SÜPËRÏÖR ËCHÄLLÏCÄ ÏCËBLÄDË
Signature weapon: Thë Gläcïäl Ëmïnëntïä

[Strider]

>Be the rum drinking asshole.

.....What was that, ye bilgerat?

>Be the Sea Dwelling Pirate Blood

Much better. Make sure that ye be sticking to that matie.

Your name is Jakius Rogero. You are a terror of the seas, and for you, there is ALWAYS rum on hand. Unlike most sea dwellers who are content to abide in their underwater mansions and play a passive aggressive game of mistrust and ill intent, you are not content to float around scornfully at everyone. You would much rather be actively aggressive, and terrorize everyone while looting and pillaging. Of course this has made you some enemies, both on land and on sea, but since you are always close to your ship and your weapons, you never feel to in danger, particularly when it comes to lowbloods. Stupid lowbloods.

When you are not busy plundering the seas and the land for riches, you like to partake in the drinking of rum accompanied by loud singing. You also like to dance and gamble, as well as poring over your maps, adding what you can, where you can, when you can. After all, you need to make sure that you have proper sea charts and land charts so that you always know where you are, since you have found that it is fairly easy to get lost without them, even for one with excellent memory such as yourself. Stupid Cities and their impossible layouts.

Speaking of map making, you do cartography. It's not a job or anything, just something to keep you from being bored, and the one thing that you do most often. As for your job, it's basically Piracy, in both the earlier and newer versions. Of course, that doesn't make you a computer genius when it comes to internet piracy. You only learned enough to let you do the job, and you find it boring anyway, so you have it running on an automated system.

Your Lusus is a giant tentacle beast. If this were some imaginary planet with fleshy pink things, she would be called a Kraken. She can usually look after herself, but sometimes food is scarce and she needs for you to help in finding other places with food in it. Your view on the Hemospectrum is actually a sort of mixed bag, since you regard anyone above you with envy and anyone below you with scorn. You usually keep it pretty well hidden though.

Your Strife Specibii are the Bladekind and Handcannonkind. Your Sylladex Modus is the cartographer modus, in which you have to complete a map for a particular item that shows where you acquired it from in order to obtain it. Your trolltag is aquaticTerror, and ye speak as though ye be one of the bretheren court.

[Emochick]

Your name is Tearra Starin and you're a 6 sweeps old brownblood.
You live in a hive steam with your rat lusus you named star,because of the star shape on her head.Because of your blood color you can turn invisible for an hour,which comes in handy when you get scared.You're naturally shy,and bit of a nerd.You love sewing and knitting and have become good at it,you are now selling the stuff you make.
You are a vegatarian and love salads (without dressing),tomatoes,and herbal tea.You are scared of highbloods because of the stories you have heard about them.Your weapon of choice is a baseball bat.Your strife modus is set to batkind.Your modus is set to knitkind.You have to knit the thing that you want out.Your trolltag is veiledLife and you speak like this I'm sxrry tx disturb yxu but is it ok<y if i sit here?

[Irockz]

name: Varkan Trazem
tag: starlightMagician
colour: #00B302
quirk: 5pe4k5 with regul4r repl4cement of "a" 4nd "s" w1th "4" 4nd "5"
lusus: Platypus
strife: shotgunKind
modus: Split modus (2 in each row, have to go left>right>down (right)>left, etc)
moon: Derse
title: Heir of Hope
age: 7 and 1/3 sweeps

[Rai-CH]

> Be the troll who thinks he’s a supervillain
“Thæt infœrmætiœn is fœr me tœ knœw œnly, deær.”

Your name is Dismas Teufel and you are a brownblood. That is the only thing that you are willing to tell others, as keeping up a mysterious ‘air’ about yourself is something you take pride in. After all, idle chatter about yourself is not something your idols take part in!

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Who are your idols, exactly? Why, they’re the baddest of the bad, the scourge of the earth, and the coolest characters to ever grace the silver screen. You’re talking about the villains of this world, of course! The way they handle themselves utterly fascinates you. The way they talk, they way they move, even the way they act all smug staring the hero in the eye. You’ve always wanted to be the guy that strikes fear into people’s hearts, and looks so damn good doing it.

In order to reach your goal, you spend your time studying your inspirations and emulating their personalities. You’ll read countless books and sit through even more films, obsessively taking notes on how your villainous ‘heroes’ present themselves, then copy them in real life. You’ve mastered the gestures, though you tend to over-dramatise everything and end up looking ridiculous. You’ve also taken to dressing sharply to capture the fashion sense of most villains, along with shelling out all your caegars on expensive wines to appear more ‘classy’.

In combination of sitting through so many movies and reading as many books as you can get your grubby hands on, you’ve taken to trying to memorise lines from your favourite texts. After all, any supervillain worth their salt always sounds well-educated. Except you tend to focus too much on the lines themselves, rather that researching the meaning behind them, so you’re known to quote sayings inappropriate to the situation. But when you do mess up like that, you just smirk and claim that the other troll doesn’t know what they’re talking about. It works every time.

One big thing that preoccupies your time is your occupation. To put it simply, you are essentially the lapdog to a wealthy (but incredibly shady) orangeblood. It is your duty to protect his identity, as his reputation would be ruined if his motives were revealed. Said motives, of course, will be kept confidential even in this profile. This entails running background checks on any guest to your boss’ lavish parties, sifting through countless documents to check for leaked information, and assassinate any troll that digs up any dangerous information. You are fairly certain that you’ve never met your boss in person, so you like to think that you’re the bad guy pulling the strings, rather than being the puppet.

Before taking up this job, you used to Flarp. While you were not particularly notable in your circle, nor were you any good at the game, you still enjoyed playing the villain-type character you always dreamed of. Eventually, the game became boring, and shortly after you quit you found yourself at a certain Mr. Gasbet’s party. Things happened, chance encounters occurred, and you landed the job you have currently.
Your first task did not end as smoothly as you thought it would, seeing as the troll you were meant to assassinate decided that you apparently did not need both of your eyes. That troll is still roaming Alternia somewhere, and you vowed to never use your old and useless daggerKind specibus again. You switched to pistolKind, seeing as all of the ‘cool’ trolls use guns. Your aim is absolutely shoddy unless you’re in point blank range (due to your lack of depth perception), but it at least gets the job done. You never told your boss about that incident, as you’ve heard that he personally culls incompetent servants. Wouldn’t want to get on the wrong end of his rapier, that’s for sure.

Your hive is located in some terrible lowblood district. There’s nothing special about it, apart from the ridiculous amounts of crime happening. You’d rather live much in a much more extravagant area, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Or at least that’s how you think the saying goes. Your lusus is a weasel, affectionately named Dorian. You take after him in a way that you both try (emphasis on ‘try’) to be mysterious and cunning. You have to admire the way he hides in the nooks and crannies of your hive, then ambushes you when you’re not on your guard. Weaseldad is full of very helpful knowledge, but his crypticness and ambiguity can really piss you off sometimes.

Finally, being born into the ‘boring’ brown caste also gave you a neat power. You have the ability to influence the decisions of other trolls, which you call your ‘Pœwer œf Persuæsiœn’. This powers does have its limits, such as it is completely ineffective on any troll above blue. You cannot force a troll into doing what you want, either; they still have a small control on their final decision. On the bright side, you have a greater chance of ‘manipulating’ a weak-willed troll, so a redblood with no self-confidence is practically powerless against you. It’s a shame you’ve only encountered one troll that fits the bill!

Your trolltag is dismalAbsolution and yœu hæve quite æ chærming æccent, œr sœ yœu believe.

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NAME: Dismas (“Sunset” - Greek. Name given to the thief crucified beside Jesus) Teufel (“Devil” - German)
AGE: 8 Solar Sweeps
TROLLTAG: dismalAbsolution
BLOOD: #521B00 (Brown, Hue 20)
TYPING QUIRK: a -> æ, o -> œ
SYMBOL: Negative Unit
LUSUS: Weasel
STRIFE SPECIBUS: pistolKind (originally used daggerKind.)
POWER: Power of Persuasion (Can make suggestions sound more appealing, influencing a troll’s decisions. Does not work on anything above blue, more effective on weak-willed trolls.)
FETCH MODUS: Quote (Must recite a specific line from a book/movie/TV)

SGRUB-SPECIFIC:
TITLE: Guard of Heart
LAND: Land of Lies and Traps
MOON: Derse

[MercilessShadow]

--> Be the pyromanic prankster

Name: Slevik Kenvra
Age: 7 Sweeps Old
Lusus: Dragon
Planet: The Land of Fire and Caves
Symbol: Backwards Snake
Fetch Modus: Color Match - you must match something with the same color in order to replace it or retrive it from the sylladex.

You are a MIDDLE-BLOOD with jade green. You have an almost obsessive love with SCALEMATES and you keep many of their plush counterparts scattered about the room. As a consequence of this, you tend to DRESS UP in scalemate OUTFITS. Although other trolls tend to MOCK you for fashion choices, you ignore them easily. You also love HEAVY METAL and MYTHOLOGY.

Your lusus is a DRAGON and you love it dearly, it was what started your love for scalemates and all reptilian animals. You also love to play with FIRE, burning everything you can. Once when you were 3 sweeps old, you BURNED your NECK a bit playing with fire, and got pestered and made fun of by other trolls as a result. Because of this, you grew distant and cold toward the other trolls, only trusting a couple of them while growing up. However, you still love playing with fire despite your bad burn.

Other trolls tend to annoy you when they pester you too much, but you love to prank them whenever you get a chance. At first you come off as COLD and DISTANT, but after knowing you for awhile it is apparent that you are really FRIENDLY and PLAYFULLY. Despite being made fun of as a young troll, you have HIGH SELF CONFIDENCE in yourself. You are very PASSIONATE in your interests, and don't listen to others opinions of you. You are very IMPULSIVE and very often say and do things without thinking. This can often cause trouble and rifts between your friends and other trolls.

You love to ADVENTURE around ALTERNIA, often brining back MEALS for your LUSUS. You also take highly to the violent ways of the trolls, making sure you are trained in combat. If someone ever pushes you enough, or they are in your way, you won't stop to ELIMANTE THEM. However, you won't kill without GOOD REASON.

Your hive is a large cave like dwelling, with lots of alcoves for you to hide in. At the top is a small tower where you sleep.

Your trolltag handle is komodoShadow and you tend to start and end sentences with :SS and draw out your ssss in a reptilian manner.

[Araiss]

(This is an update/revamp of the tag insaneDoctorate, please replace old profile with this one)

>Be the calm and collective Troll

(Hehehe I THINK I could deal with that haha!)

You totally succeed at being the calm and collective troll.



Your name is Reppir Roodoo and you are 7 sweeps old. You are a limeblood, which puts you sort of around the middle of the hemospectrum you suppose, but you don't care too much about it. You've always been this many sweeps old and have always been a limeblood, anyone who would think differently would just be crazy. You suppose you have a lot going on, so you may as well get to it.

First off you've got tons of interests, maybe more than the average troll perhaps?, then again you could just be over thinking things because you are an excitable troll. To list a few of these activities you enjoy studying psychology, and find that the troll mind is pretty much one of the most interesting things ever. Sometimes you think about everyone on the planet being crazy, though you think under normal circumstances the planet isn't that far off. You also have fantastic fascination with EXPLOSIVES. The power and sight of seeing such things just makes you want to jump up and down or punch someone. You are also an avid reader and writer, usually scrawling down some of your psychological thoughts about the behaviors of different trolls and society in general. Though your biggest activity is entirely something else....

Your biggest one is obviously the best hobby in all of Alternia, that being SPORTS. You are an active player in the different types of sports of Alternia. These of course include Hexball, Slamball, and Crushcore. The last one probably being the most violent sport you play, and if you had to compare it to some imaginary planet in another galaxy it'd probably be Rugby, but even then it doesn't come close. Through this activity you've become pretty fit, and rely mostly on your speed as well as the small amount of strength you have. You play so much you usually wear the same clothes you play in around, including arm and shin guards. You suppose at the very least it would make for some weak makeshift armor.

Now there are a few things you suppose you haven't told about yourself yet, mainly being the fact that you are incapable of speech. The only way you can communicate through sound is laughter, and that can get pretty annoying, so you don't usually try to “speak”. As such you don't take care of your teeth, and the mass amount of sweets you always eat has damaged them. There's a reason for the sweets though, and that is because through some weird twist of fate though, you've been given a power. The power of telepathic communication. You have no means of lifting anything up using your power, the only thing it allows you is to talk pretty much. Though another little quirk of your power is that you are able to temporarily “share” it with other trolls. That way you don't have the troll you're talking to looking crazy, not that that isn't funny to see every now and again. The sweets are simply to refill your need for energy for your power.

Generally you'd like to think you're a lax troll. You have a few things that annoy you like surprises or loud noises, at least the ones you don't cause, and you're pretty active in general. It isn't against your nature to question the sanity of trolls from time to time simply to see their reaction, though as a general trend everyone usually admits that they aren't crazy. Then again screwing around with your powers to mess with other trolls is pretty entertaining too.

You live in a sort of savannah like area with your lusus, who is a hyena. You definitely have a lot of fun laughing around with your lusus, it's probably why you have such a great one, at least you think so. You have three different strife specubi, though you really only use two of them. These include ballKind, tntKind, and footKind. You only keep the second one around in case you ever get some dynamite in your hands. As for your fetch modus you use the Guess Who modus, which is pretty self explanatory.

Your trolltag is insaneDoctorate and hahaha(You can't STOP laughing ever hehehe).

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Name: Reppir Roodoo
Age: 7 Sweeps
Strife Specibus: ballKind, tntKind, footKind
Fetch Modus: Guess Who
Blood: #7EAF00
Lusus: Hyena
Symbol: Disordered Intellect or confused mental state.
Quirk: only speaks in laughs. Telepathy kept inside parentheses. Stresses some words.

[remorsefulKitten]

>Be the rather cheerful troll

>i think thats kind of an understatement but okay!!!>



Your name is MAYLAN AMENTA, and you are around 7 SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You are UNNATURALLY OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY. Most trolls don't really get how your SENSITIVE AND WEAK ATTITUDE hasn't gotten you culled yet, but you suppose it has to do something with your high placement on the HEMOSPECTRUM. It may also have just a small bit to do with the fact that your lusus is a GIANT TROLL EATING BEE that is willing to PROTECT YOU FROM THOSE MEANIES THAT TRY TO MURDER YOU. All your favorite BEEDAD in the entire world asks for in return is the occasional FLOWER OR TWO that you managed to scrounge up from whatever shenanigans you get up to during the night. Although you are standing on a decent BLUE BLOODED PEDESTAL OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM, you find the entire thing to be rather POINTLESS AND CRUEL. You would really be appreciative if all of the trolls were PEACE-LOVING and FRIENDLY all the time. But such a thing ever happening is completely UNHEARD OF.

Your INTERESTS include GARDENING and READING FICTIONAL STORIES. You also like DRAWING, if one considers SCRIBBLING STICK FIGURES OF YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS BEING HAPPY to be DRAWING. You live in a LARGE HIVE in the middle of a RATHER THICK FOREST, due to the fact that your AFOREMENTIONED BEEDAD would not have enough room to BE FREE AND HAPPY in a city. You still live within A HALF-HOUR WALK of a city, so you tend to go there WHEN YOU ARE BORED.

Your FETCH MODUS is that of PATIENCE. You give the items to the cards, and then RESPECTFULLY wait for the time when THEY ARE READY TO GIVE THEM BACK TO YOU. You fight with the CHAKRAMKIND strife specibus. If you were to play SGRUB, you would be the SEER OF LIFE, from the LAND OF FLOWERS AND GROWTH. You would be a DERSE DREAMER.

Your trolltag is animatedProtagonist and >you express off all the things you say with the mighty stinger of your beedad!!!>

[Flamerider64]

Okay, next troll, front and centre for us please.
Preferably, as you are.



There we go.
Your name is Martas Reshol, in a typical brand of seadweller fashion you are rather closed on most of your ports. You won't talk much about yourself, passively asserting your authority by not disclosing what you do in the bounds of a regular chat with someone.
While you're in the middle of doing it however, you cut loose real quick and embrace it in the spur of the moment. It's wierd, but the very moment you are picking it up and doing it, you feel a desire to talk about it, especially when asked. This wouldn't be so much of a problem if you didn't take up one particularly odd and dangerous occupation, racing. Namely, the sort that involves underwater versions of the kind of sci-fi utopian road-illegal hover racing cars. You share this profession with a few others, but it is rare you ever talk about it, well, whenever you're out of your uniform.



Yeah, that.
You're an official pilot for a newer team in the official league, Talon. Oh, but more importantly, this in combination with your more prominent personality quirk means that the you going about your calm business, and the you performing the high end sport, practically take on different paradigms, and to an extent, personalities. The former being cold, but calm and condescending, and the latter being hot headed, clouded by an adoration for adrenaline, and being more open. In theory, this could happen with anything you do, with the calm mode acting as your 'base' personality as such, but you're in that mode often enough to condone any switches as non serious.
You can't help yourself, it's passion, you swear.

Your mode of attack stems from your stilletos within blade-kind. That is to say, it's expression is exclusively through stabbing. It's discreet, and you dual wield them, well within your own concerns of upper class vanity.

Your trolltag is clutchingTalons, ~/|nd some le|-|-ers form /| uniform form/|li|-ies~.

Thank you Martas.
Unwritten information is still being decided, lusus and suchforth. Maybe in the future it'll warrant an update to this form.

[Lazer Ilitenter]

>Get down from there, Jesper

You are JESPER WAHANA, leader (and currently sole member) of the REBELLION! Ever since you were a grub, you knew there was SOMETHING WRONG HERE on Alternia. AN EVIL has a hold on the planet, one that has existed since the dawn of time. You are, of course, talking about THE ROBOTS. You want to see every machine OBLITERATED. Alternia doesn’t need robots to silence dissenters or procure genetic product! TROLLS can do that just fine! If anything, you think they're a threat to the EMPIRE. Before long you just know one of them is going to snap and BLOW UP THE IMPERIAL PALACE or something.

The thing is, though, you don't really need to do anything to spark the revolt! For as long as you can remember, you've had an antiquated, half-destroyed VOCALOG from your ancestor, THE LOWBLOOD TURNCOAT. In it, he states the robots have become a problem and that some day A HERO is just going to come along and get rid of it (them? your ancestor was bad at grammar). So yeah, now all you have to do is wait for the hero to show up! You still TAKE DOWN as many robots as you can to show your support, but it’s not like you need to make an ACTIVE EFFORT to destroy them all.

You have A WHOLE BUNCH OF THINGS THAT YOU LIKE TO DO other than shoot robots, though. For one, you have studied the art of WAR PAINT. Holy shit you love war paint. You know a GOOD PATTERN for every conceivable situation you could get yourself in. You can never decide on a good pattern around-the-hive, though, so you usually just keep your FACEPAINTIFIER on shuffle for that. Someone just left the thing in the scrapyard below your hive. You could hardly believe someone would just throw such an incredibly USEFUL ITEM like that away.

You also really like CLIMBING ON THINGS. God it is so fun to climb to the tops of things. You think this is why you built your HIVE dangling off the hook of an INOPERABLE CRANE when you were young, just that natural urge to CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THE WORLD. Sometimes you even like to keep climbing after you've run out of material to climb on. You try not to, though. You’re trying to keep your LEVITATION POWERS under your hat so you don’t end up having to power a ship some day.

You love MOVIES OF THE CHEESY ACTION/SCI-FI GENRE. Your favorite one is most likely

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In which an alternate future is presented wherin our current glorious ruler, Her Imperial Condescension, to whom we have and always will owe our lives and wellbeing, is not in power due to a grave series of coincidences, leaving Alternia in disrepair, waste astronomical, and crime rampant, thus leading the administration within this flawed universe to convert a recently conquered metropolitan planet into a giant prison and leaving all criminal offenders there to rot on their own accord, which is going well until in yet another foolish mistake, their ruler is kidnapped by the prisoners on the planet and they are forced to send in a renegade soldier to find him without detection by the prisoners, who through an explosive and futuristic series of fights is able to locate the leader and the important documents he is carrying, though having the foresight not to do so to due to respecting the leader, but rather being promised freedom in another lack of foresight by this alternate government, and ultimately leading to their demise.

but there’s not a lot you won’t watch. You are fully aware most of these are LOW-BUDGET CRAP, but you kind of like it that way! It doesn’t give you a lot to think about, just some CHEAP EXPLODEY ENTERTAINMENT that you can pick up whenever.

When you’re not TAKING POTSHOTS at people you think are robots near your hive, or warning others about the dangers of robots, people find you EASY TO TALK TO. You try not to push people’s buttons, a good skill to have as a lowblood. You're far more RELAXED around lowbloods, but other than that you just go with what you've always been told on the Hemospectrum. It’s not like it will matter when the ROBOT APOCALYPSE comes. Speaking of, you make your best efforts not to associate with anyone who BUILDS OR WORKS WITH ROBOTS. When you have to, you are not afraid to LET THEM KNOW your aversion. If someone actually has ROBOT LIMBS... Actually, you're not quite sure what you would do. You don't get out quite enough to have run across someone with those. You suppose you'll jump that hurdle when you come to it.

Your trolltag is biologicCredence and you sure |~|ope people can make out w|~|at you're saying

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Name: Jesper Wahana
Trolltag: biologicCredence
Color: 9A1405 (154, 20, 5)
Fetch modus: Mega modus, you either jump to grab item or shoot it down, just jump n shoot, shoulda been called Jump n Shoot modus
Strife Specubus: Zapperkind
Lusus: Crying Eagle (it is literally always crying)
Age: 7 Sweeps
Symbol: Hercules constellation symbol, it’s backwards because I’m a doofus

More facepaint, too

[CSJ]

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Trolololol.

I hope your troll is always five minutes late and keeps being disrupted by maintenance work.

>Be the Adorable Recluse
^ωᴼ Gladly!

You are now ORPHEA SAPPHO and you are rather cute. In fact, if it wasn’t for the CYBORG IMPLANTS adorning the left side of your face or the fact that you are not entirely SANE, you’d probably be the most POPULAR lowblood ever. Instead, you live a cloistered life within a hovel once occupied by SUFFERITE BALLARDRIFTERS. Your DRAGON lusus is still recovering after a recent attack by foolhardy ADVENTURERS seeking the ARTEFACTS rumoured to be present within these caverns. They were CULLED with deserved impunity. Until she is able to fly and hunt again, you keep her fed by CAPTURING intruders (including trolls), though the constant bloodshed is probably not having a positive effect on your DAMAGED thinkpan. Considering you had to incubate her egg with fresh TROLL BLOOD, you figure things could be worse. You are rather OPTIMISTIC, after all.
Your hive is located on a coastal mountainside, connecting to a series of underground tunnels and GROTTOS, which you occasionally SPELUNK when either your lusus is HUNGRY or you feel like practising ARCHERY. These tunnels were once home to a vibrant community of Drifters and Hemotraitors, but have since been abandoned, with a few of those in the lowest caves lost to inundation.
Your INTERESTS reflect your secluded existence. Inspired by the TOMES left behind by previous residents, you have taken to the HARP as a means of overcoming loneliness and ARCHERY as a tool of SELF-DEFENCE. Your skills have been honed over a number of years, such that you rarely employ your potent (but unpredictable) PSYCHIC abilities. You also take a keen interest in poetry, history and folklore; having often visited the SUFFERITE ARCHIVES below your Hive to study its remaining contents. By contrast, such things as FLARP and GAME GRUBS are complete unknowns to you.

[Fexxos Vyront]

==> Be the Dynamic Fully-Anon Freak

Θ SΩ shall it be. ~ ((>Φ<))
Your name is Dynami Forset, and you are completely anonymous. Anonyblood, anonysex, hell, even anonage. But for the purposes of this bio, you'll tell everyone that you are 7 sweeps. It's an awkward time in your life, when you should be finding quadrants, planning your next three sweeps before going to war, obeying highbloods and pushing around lowbloods, yada yada yada, but you believe it shouldn't have to be like that.
You are all about social reform. You know the chances of it are slim, so very slim. But if there's any way to do it, then by god you may as well try. You believe all colors should be equals, all the time, and often times voice these opinions cautiously. You understand the world may not be ready to change like this, and that it probably wants to kill you for entertaining such blasphemous ideals. No matter, your opinions are solid.
You spend much of your time playing games online with people, as blood color means nothing behind an online avatar. It's a great way to spend free time, as well as reading books about lowbloods who attempt to overthrow the empire. (Although unsurprised, you're still disappointed when they fail.) Your other main interest is creating Rube Goldeberg-style mechanisms. You're no physics major (whatever that means) but you're pretty good, and you understand the basic laws and principles of Physical Sciences.
Pillbug Parent (as you call it) taught you a lot about equality, and rolling with what you get. You prefer to take a more active and dynamic approach to your goal however, something which may in the future get you killed.
Until that time you use the Mechanism modus. When you retrieve an item, the item is put at the end of a complex machine with everything stored before it in a chain in front of it. (For example, if you stored a broom, a cup, three marbles, a plate, a lever, a book and four CD's, and you wanted the plate, the mechanism would contain a broom, a cup, three marbles, and the plate.) To arm yourself in combat, you use mechaniKind. This limits you to mechanical parts, things that came from, were made explicitly for, or ARE a machine. This excludes guns for some reason.
Your trolltag is spurredChange and you Θ like tΩ pΩint Ωut hΩw all blΩΩd cΩlΩrs are mΩre Ωr less physically equal. ~ ((>Φ<)) ((Color quirk is only in trollian.))

Part of a set of 3 trolls I've created. I'll post the others later.

[freaki]

==>be the douchecanoe with the shades.


whatever, l'm nöt a döuchecanöe and iiöu knöw it
==> Fine, be the troll with the shades

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Your name is DAGNAR BROKAS, although you dislike that name, and would rather people would just call you DAG.

you are 9 Solar Sweeps old, equivalent to 19 and a half earth years, you have SLIGHTLY UNEVEN HORNS, which you were teased about as a wriggler, but it no longer bothers you so much. You often manage a facade of happiness, however, there's always an OMINOUS SENSE OF FOREBODING there, which you can normally ignore. You are QUITE INTELLIGENT, and are particularly fond of the REACTIONS BETWEEN DIFFERENT CHEMICALS and how it all works. You are quite RELAXED about yourself, and RARELY LOSE YOUR TEMPER- just as well, because when you do, woe betide anybody within your immediate vicinity- although you have managed to suppress the violent side of it, and just go on very insulting rants which you normally regret immediately. You are also quite LAZY. Recently, you have CHEERED UP SIGNIFICANTLY, due to a realisation that MOPING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE.

you are FAR FROM ARROGANT, and most of your friends are LOWBLOODS, since you can't stand the ARROGANCE and SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS of the other blue-bloods. You find the whole concept of the hemospectrum very GRATING, and you only use the terms "lowblood" and "highblood" as a matter of convenience. However, you have been known to use your blood colour as an an advantage if it's truely necessary.

Online, you switch between OPTIMISTIC and PESSIMISTIC randomly, and often revert to OBFUSCATING STUPIDITY, on account of the fact that you simply CAN'T BE BOTHERED to explain complicated rubbish to idiots, although since you started going to the "R41NBOW RUMPUS P4RTY TOWN" memo on trollian, you have actually cheered up considerably, and are now a LITTLE MORE STABLE on the OPTIMISTIC side- this has manifested itself in a RELAXED DEMEANOR not only in your online presence, but IRL too.

your FETCH MODUS is BACKPACK-TYPE, in that everything is readily available if you can find it, but you can never see what you have in your sylladex at any one time. That's fine though, you like RUMMAGING anyway, and you are quite good at it, although you often forget what is in your sylla, and as such it has caused many awkward situations, such as one time when you had a "lewd magazine" in there, and you were looking for a cookie for a wriggler... yeah, it wasn't good, man- took a lot of explaining.

your STRIFE SPECIBUS is AXEKIND, and you have multiple kinds of AXES in your possession- your favourite, however, is a ONE-HANDED AXE that looks REALLY BADASS, and you have called it THE BEAST. You also have a backup Strifekind, which is BLADEKIND- for some reason, you just seem to like sharp objects.

Because of your dark blue blood, you excel at Grief/Strife, and are very fond of one-on-one griefing games like Guilty Grub, King of Strifers and Super Hive Strifer 2 Turbo, although you generally don't resort to such measures outside of the virtual world- it's very good catharsis to do this. You also have a soft spot for Fiduspawn, but if your friends knew you still enjoy it at your age then you would never hear the end of it.

you are pretty odd, and often impale foodstuffs on your horns- normally marshmallows. You once tried to stick marshmallows on other trolls' horns, but this got you punched in the face a lot, so you stopped doing that. Recently you've stopped putting foodstuffs on your own horns.

you have seriously fucked up eyesight, which you blame your ex-kismesis (broke things up with him a while ago, then he kinda fell off a cliff and died not long after) for, when actually it was your own stupid fault, as a result, you tend to wear shades a lot, as this actually makes it possible for you to see in colour due to some sort of computer thingy inside them which you don't really understand but whatever.

you are accident prone, and when subjugs talk about miracles, you think about the fact that your horns are still intact (although, due to an accident, you had absolutely no feeling there for quite a while). That, in your opinion is a miracle.

your Trolltag is deathsChemist, although sometimes you go by mortisChemicalist, and iiöu tend tö tiipe reasönablii quicklii, and iiöu have a habit öf lingering ön the letter "ö". iiöu alsö have tröuble with a certain letter that iiöu just dön't like för söme reasön ör öther- sö iiöu just dön't use it."

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Name: Dagnar "Dag" Brokas
Title (if he ever plays Sgrub): Knight of Tears
Land (if he ever plays Sgrub): Land of Crying and Masks.
Gender: Male
Trolltag: deathsChemist
Age: 8.8 solar sweeps (19 earth years)
Colour: #0E0C42 (r14, g12, b66) (sometimes more blue so that people don't mistake it for black on a white background)
Lusus: Dog (deceased)
Fetch Modus: Backpack
Strife Specibus: Axekind, Bladekind.
Quirk: 'y' replaced with 'ii', umlaut over all 'o's.

[Emochick]

Your name is Sereca Berman and you're a 3 sweep old orangeblood.
You live with your monkey lusus,Banana,in the the jungle.She's very protective of you because you don't think before acting.Because of your young age the hemospectrum is not something you think about.You can usually be found finger painting or collecting shinies.You like eating pizza with bananas on it,and drinking Mount. Droog.You're always hyper and repeat yourself sometimes.You don't mind being in other peoples personl space.Your strife specibus is set to gunkind.You modus is set to paintkind.You have to paint what you want to get out. You trolltag is hyperactiveMonkey and you speakDo you have any shinies i can have!

[FubbalyWubbaly]

His Sprites here (God Tier, Dreamself ect ect)

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FLARPing costume (pre-attack)

Lusus

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Your name is Chever Stalii.

You recently had your WRIGGLING DAY, marking your 7th sweep of existence. Well, no-one seemed to care anyway.

You are quite the COMPUTER FREAK, programming USELESS VIRUSES and hacking various games. You spend most of your time, wasting it actually, on TROLLIAN talking to your troll PEERS, or harassing them more like it. You are quite a reserved sort of person and don't usually open up unless in FITS OF RAGE or DEEP EMOTIONAL CONVERSATIONS. Let's face it, you are a total GEEK and you sadly know it.

You enjoy repairing and rebuilding computers and designing them to become powerful machines, that you end up destroying anyway in your FITS OF RAGE. You have a life-long goal to become one of the FINEST TECHNICIANS AND MECHANICS among the Alternian fleet in your adduthood, but far from achieving it. You are quite the hunter and are usually found, prowling the seas with your trusty, old-school harpoon, in search for some tasty kill to bring back to your hive for you and your lusis. Your hunting has often taken you quite far from your hive and quite often you end up lost in a foreign part of the vast oceans of Alternia. You are more found hunting in the TROPICAL PARTS of the sea rather than the vast icy oceans in the south. Your REDICULOUS-LOOKING SWIMSUIT doesn't cater for preventing frostbite. You also seem to have a craving for TEA. You can be seen always with a cup in your hand, though, you do find it hard to drink tea underwater. You tend to drink a bit too much tea and often ends up leaving you with a BELLY ACHE.
You're a PRETTY SHORT FELLOW, being only 4 foot 6 inches. Often people under estimate you as you are much shorter than the average seadweller, giving you a younger appearance.

You also take part in the fairly deadly FLARPing, which you tend to do quite well in despite a few minor injuries received. Your FLARPing costume is like a thief's outfit as you actually stole other teams skills and treasures for your own team. You don't FLARP much no more since you were BRUTALLY ATTACKED

Being a SEA DWELLER, you reside in a MAGNIFICENT RUIN underwater, yet your respiteblock sits just above the water on the edge of a beach. Your lusus is a HUGE SEA SNAKE with the name WYTERHYIIDER, which often likes to hide and jump out at you unexpectantly, scaring the FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU. Due to the upbringing of your NINJA LUSUS, you are quite jumpy and crabby, often attacking first, asking questions later. Because of that, you have made quite a few enemies, one which had actually BRUTALLY ATTACKED you one sweep ago for your sharp tongue and had left you with no ears. In place of that, you have two ANTENNA-LOOKING replacements on ether side.

Despite having HEARING INPAIRMENT and having ROBOTIC REPLACEMENTS for ears, you always had a interest in sounds, particularly the SOUNDS OF THE SEA. And thus, you had created a strange musical instrument, which you had named ECHOLLAMASONA, that produces ODD-SOUNDING SEA CHIMES. You had crafted this from the bones and other parts from the prey you hunt. Though, you don't play it often as it often SPOOKS OUT your lusus from its HAUNTING MELODY.

You tend to look down down on bloods lower than you and often put on a POMPUS ATTITUDE around them, showing pride in your blood colour and loyalty for the HEMOSPECTRUM, often taunting about blood colour or attempting to out do the more skilled low bloods. You particularly frown upon those WHO DISRESPECT THE CASTE, which seem to be quite a lot of low bloods and sadly, some of your own high-classed brethren, but, your ex Moirail taught you a VALUABLE LESSON about not judging just by the colour of ones blood. Since then, you have been more LENIENT on lower bloods, and some of them are even pals with you now. Though, you have been known to show a little compassion towards anon bloods for an interesting reason.

Your trolltag is hypersonicHacker[HH] and you often sspeak 1n a fformall and classy way w1tth a ssl1ghtt sspitt

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Name: Chever Stalii
Gender: Male
Blood colour: Purple #6a006a Hue:300
Age:7 sweeps (15 human years)
Trolltag: hypersonicHacker
Abilities: Has the skills to repair and upgrade computers. Also is moderate at hacking and programming. His hunting skills are sharp, but only with a hand-held harpoon, nothing more.
Typing Quirk: doubles s, t, v and f. Replaces i with 1. talks with a high and classy vocabulary. Also tends to spit a little when talking.
Strife Specibus: Harpoonkind

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Fetch Modus: Cheat Code
Once an item is Captchalogued, it will be locked by a passcode. That passcode is released on a bit of card and held by the player. When the player is ready to retrieve the item, they must then input the code to unlock the card. This can be tedious if the player has more than one passcode.
Dream Planet: Derse
Land: The Land of Crystals and Circuits
Consorts: Little Fairy Snakes
Hero Title: The Rogue of Light
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Flynne Vineks (TekkenFreak4)


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