I^ hope^ I'm- in- the^ right- place^.
Your name is Litmen Akwenn, and you have a heck of a past behind you. On first glance, your unassuming smile and posture wouldn't connote that anything rough has ever happened to you, but you've been rendered seperated from your partners as you escaped an otherwise endless struggle.
It is because of this struggle that you fancy yourself one thing, an enemy to all highbloods of a tyrannical nature.
You should probably stress the specifics, we're talking non-seadweller types, and you know what's best for your own sake, you wouldn't absolutely take one on outright unless it was clear that was something you wanted, or even needed, to do. You just hate them enough to do it without hesitation.
You wouldn't underestimate a fighter, but with all the experience under your belt, you are yourself a decent blade swinger.
You also may (given the universe version) have a rather run-of-the-mill psychic power, in that you can create hexagonal barriers. Unfortunately, you can only make small ones at this stage, but they make okay hand-shields.
The mishap goes something like this, you and a bunch of other trolls whom you grew a close bond to often did FLARPing together, like young trolls would do, forming amongst thick and thin. You ran into a group of highblooded trolls, who weren't notorious, but wanted to be notorious, and wanted to start a murderous streak and rule what they could by fear. You weren't the brightest of bulbs at the time, and came close to them under the guise of a friendly FLARP session, which turned out to be a hunt.
You stayed well and truly alive, by fighting and by hiding. Eventually, you overcame your desire to help your allies to the end, and ran with the burden of guilt feeling like a chained boulder.
Thankfully, your hive proved to be a place far away enough and yet unknown by them, and you took the liberty of retreating back to your owl lusus with all the shame on your shoulders. You can't say for sure where your fellows are now, and if they are even still in the land of the living. You know for certain they haven't contacted you, but not why that is.
On the calmer side of things, professions of yours include playing both Violins and Pianos,
something encouraged by your owl lusus, as owls do apparently. As said before, you are also a very much experienced fighter with Bladekind, though whether you're good is up in the air to judgement.
You also fancy yourself to be the well read type, with at least a few good shelves of books kicking about, again, by the influence of your lusus. In general, you seem quite collected and intelligent, your posture and mannerisms are indicative of that.
If the costume looks wierd, don't ask about it, it's an odd attachment you might have picked up from 'the experience', as it were. You can't explain it, no one really can. You do have more casual and supposedly practical attire, should the need arise.
In other news, your modus is the Slideboard type. The cards, and the items within them, manifest themselves as sliding blocks on a flat plane, and getting an item requires moving it to a particular spot outside of the board. It gets harder the more shit you carry, because of all the other things you have to move out of the way just to get an item you want out. You never said the blocks were cubes by the way, just implied they were 3D shapes of a square cornered nature.
You live life the simply way, your lusus hunts food, gives you a share, maybe you go out and hunt some stuff too, it's all good. No need to worry about that highblood arrogance when you're sitting inside, you're not all afraid to go out, but you are a tad cautious, especially in areas of considerable population.
Your trolltag is wisdomWisher
and you^ categorize^ the^ letters- at- the^ end- of- words- based- on- their- nature^, certainly^.