>Be the troll girl with far too much hair
You are now ELANDA MALOJO.
You are approximately EIGHT SWEEPS OLD and hatched with blood of an unfortunate YELLOW HUE. You were once gifted with a REMARKABLY USEFUL power, but you’ll get to that later.
Nothing is more important to you than keeping up with the latest trends and fashions—Great Mother forbid you become a social outcast. To this end, you always dabble in the latest games, hobbies, fads, and fashions (fortunately, black is always in). Keeping up with all this can get expensive, true, but you have a FAIRLY RELIABLE source of income.
You are also a fan of GHOST STORIES and HORROR FILMS, especially BAD ZOMBIE FLICKS. You refuse to watch SLASHER films, though. They freak you out for REASONS. The other big hobby of yours, besides being trendy, is HYPNOTISM. You’ve become pretty good at it and can usually put those with suggestible minds under, regardless of their caste—you just have to get them to sit still long enough, which is often a challenge.
Speaking of hypnotism, you once had a SPECIAL RIGHT EYE that you could use to implant hypnotic suggestions in the minds of those susceptible to such powers by making eye contact with them. You abused this ability to its fullest extent, making friends and earning favors. Those you couldn’t manipulate you charmed the old-fashioned way. Your lusus, a doting mbunga
, warned you against over-using your power like that. Your moirail also expressed his concerns, but you didn’t listen. You had it under control!
Of course, then came the night when you stole away someone’s matesprit with your power—turns out the guy didn’t take the loss of his flushed quadrant well. He ambushed you at your hive, put out your RIGHT EYE with a pair of SCISSORS, and killed your lusus when she tried to protect you. Fortunately for you, your lusus injured him badly enough that he had to retreat before he could finish the job. You survived, but were left powerless, lususless, and with a DEBILITATING FEAR OF SHARP OBJECTS. You fled your old lawnring and have been squatting in an abandoned hive ever since.
As mentioned, the Incident left you with a fear of sharp objects. You converted your old spearkind strife specibus to staffkind and have even refused to cut your hair. That was nearly TWO SWEEPS AGO. Your hair has grown and grown since then and while you used to be able to keep it under control, it has since become NEARLY UNMANAGEABLE. You often try to comb it, but your hair is so thick and tangled that the flimsy things KEEP BREAKING. Breaking combs on your hair has become a habit BORDERING ON THE FETISHISTIC. You have to stop. But addiction is a powerful thing.
While you still get out of the hive when you can, you have been cultivating an online presence as a trendy blogger. You are ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that you are internet famous. Anyone who hasn’t heard of you simply must be out of touch.
Your trolltag is hypnoticSocialite
and you g@ve people the ev@l eye when you speak.
What will you do?