Your name is DRAXIL CLIPPE
You are currently 7.34 Solar Sweeps old and have the most exquisitely boring BLUE BLOOD.
You live by yourself with your lusus, and recently, your new moirail, on an island away from other trolls, partly for privacy, but also because your lusus is a giant sea dragon. You spend your days teaching your moirail and working in your lab. You are INSANELY ADDICTED to magic. The magics of science, that is. So obsessed, that you are quite the ACCOMPLISHED SCIENTIST. You prove this by being amazingly intelligent, matched with an equally large ego, and performing MIRACULOUS ACTS, which are really EXPERIMENTS IN THE VARIOUS FIELDS OF SCIENCE. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, you name it, you probably KNOW A LOT ABOUT IT. You also use your knowledge to create ADVANCED AND PERSONAL WEAPONRY for other trolls... for a price, of course.
You love CHALLENGES. There is no doubt about that. Anything you come across, you meet it head on, and most of the time, you come out victorious. There is only one thing you cannot seem to get a grasp on. Only one thing that eludes you. Having a RELATIONSHIP. When it comes to this subject, you just give up. You DON’T UNDERSTAND IT, and this infuriates you greatly. The sad part is, you probably never will. You can barely even be around other trolls, let alone talk to them. Most trolls tend to steer clear of you, no matter what you do, and you live in a pretty isolated place, so you haven’t had much contact with other trolls.
You have PROPHETIC VISIONS of the future, but only of BAD THINGS. You find it baffling that someone so high on the hemospectrum such as yourself to have AN ABILITY such as this, but these visions don't seem to be SET IN STONE if something can avert them. The only problem with this ability is that you FREEZE UP and are unable to move until it's over. Even worse, they happen at the most INOPPORTUNE MOMENTS, right when you need the ability to move. That's how you lost your arm. And the visions aren't exactly clear. Or sane. They're jumbled and nonsensical and... scary. A lot of the time all you see is trolls you know dying, and Alternia being destroyed. They're only sometimes helpful and show you legitimate things to be worried about, but only sometimes. It's a wonder you haven't gone insane. Well, gone insane and stayed... insane.
You wear a LONG BLACK CLOAK that is good for protection against your experiments. You have a MECHANICAL ARM that you designed yourself to replace your missing one. You are calm most of the time, but if someone gets you worked up or threatens your moirail you Ŕ͝͡Ę͜͝A̧͞L̡̧͢͞L̡̢͢Y̶͟ ̕͜F̶̧̧͞L̴̡̢͢I̷̛̛͘͞P ̢Y̶̧͟Ǫ̴̸͝U͡Ŕ͝ ̢̢͝S͢͟͟H҉̴̢I̛̛҉͟T̢ ̴̸U͞͞N̷
. You have an UNCANNY KNACK FOR SHOOTING, which is probably why a lot of trolls tend to stay away from you, and also why you use GUNKIND. You created your own weapons, like you created everything else you own. You have a POKÉ FETCH MODUS. When using this modus, you have a “party” of six items you can access at any times. But anymore items and they get transported onto your computer. This was a gift from one of the trolls who you can stand being around, and can stand being around you. You… you guess its ok… You always have your computer with you, and it was a gift. But when you don’t feel like using this modus, which is always, you use an ARRAY FETCH MODUS. Clean, simple access to all cards.
You don't believe in the HEMOSPECTRUM, but you still believe everyone to be below you, as they cannot match your intelligence and wit. You want to follow in the footsteps of your ANCESTOR, the INVENTOR, possibly the greatest scientist in all of troll history. He also wasn't bad with a gun.
Your trolltag is dichotomicParoxysm
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