Trollslum 10: Index for fantroll profiles

[Quiskiver]

Your name is MAGNOS BASTIL, age 7.38 SOLAR SWEEPS, and yes, you are a SEADWELLER. Unlike your fellow finned brethren however, you do not find the need to cull the lesser bloods, in fact, you believe them to be quite useful. Much of Alternia could benefit from land and sea trolls working side by side. You're strictly speaking from a business standpoint, as you hope to be a salesman of something one day. Maybe gamegrubs. You've always liked those. With your perspective, you've come to believe landdwellers are just IGNORANT, and a bit of racism comes into play as it's been firmly set in your mind that seadwellers are superior. Sometimes it sinks into your mind that trolls could be equal, but it's quite frivolous and not worth bringing up in a conversation. You believe that you can come to a sort of PEACE with them, though that dream is far, far away from realization.

You're awake pretty much 24/7, trying to perfect your sales technique, reeling in the customer and convincing them to buy whatever shit you may have in front of you. With that said, you've developed an air of almost constant SLEEPINESS about you. You tend to take NAPS whenever possible, and will doze off at a moment's notice. A plus side is, you're incredibly CALM most of the time now.

Work aside, you do pertain to a variety of hobbies and interests. One such obvious is SLEEP. Another is your love of COLLECTING WEAPONS. Your hive is absolutely stocked to the brim with armaments of all kinds, but you rarely have time for battling with them, and find little use other than them being nice antiques to look at. Thus, in your free time when you're not resting or keeping the balance of land and sea, you've taken to POLISHING your collection until they're rust free, shiny, and battle-ready. This has developed an almost OCD COMPLEXION about everything around you, and it has to be perfectly clean or you'll go batshit before dusting it off yourself. You sometimes like to delve into ANCIENT RUINS and FIND MORE WEAPONS, but this is quite hazardous.

Your trolltag is quiescentAquatician, And you alwayzzz doze off at the end of your zzzentencezzz...

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Name: Magnos Bastil
Gender: Male
Blood Color: #670365
Age/Hatch Perigee: 7.38 solar sweeps(16), 3rd Perigree.
Symbol: Alchemy symbol for oil-
Moon: Prospit
Lusus: A very, very large creature that would be considered a trilobite. Usually sits on the ocean floor most of time, never moving unless provoked or if Magnos absolutely needs him.
Hive: A rather cozy, luxurious cruiseliner ship. Magnos uses this to travel most of the time across the sea, and his lusus clings to the underbelly of the ship whenever it's moving.
Abilities: Nothing special in particular, but has a very eloquent way with words and handling himself as a proper gentlemen.
Cruxite Artifact: A conch shell. A simple little thing stranded on a beach, but still able to hear the ocean with in. This symbolizes that Magnos will not always be near the sea, and that he will have to leave it eventually.
Notable Physical Features: Incredibly tall for is age, standing at a good 6'8, but very lean and wiry, his physical strength from his natural swimming prowess.

Likes/dislikes:
+Sleep. Even though he can only have an hour or so's worth of rest every day, he relishes the time between closing his eyes and opening them blearily with a passion.
+Things being neat and clean. His entire hive is arranged to his liking, with everything in it's correct order and place. Heck, the floor is so clean Magnos sometimes eats off of it. No he doesn't, that was a lie. It would leave crumbs.
+Collecting random weapons. From pistols to maces to blades, his strife folder is packed with all kinds of options. Though, Magnos absolutely detests conflict unless absolutely necessary. He believes a gentleman should solve his problems with words, not violence.

-Being woken up too quickly. If jerked awake, he would be in a cranky mood for the remainder of the day. It's even worse if the nap wasn't long enough.
-Coffee. It's odd, the caffeine should help him stay awake, but he despises the drink with a passion, hates the color, hates the smell, hates the flavor. He will gag on sight if a mug of the stuff is within his vicinity.
-Loud noises. This kind of goes along with his sleep thing. Anything booming, crashing, or just downright annoying, he will gladly cover his ears to it. But the one noise he hates of all, high-pitched ones. He's incredibly sensitive to them, and they just drive him crazy whenever one goes off, as if it was physically hurting the man.

Quirk Explanation: Replaces his s's with three z's to signify how sleepy he is most of the time. Usually draws off at the end of his sentences with three periods.

Strife Specibus: 2x Sicklekind

Title: Mage of Life
Class Powers: The Mage, obviously enough, draws the greatest amount of his strength from magical abilities granted within the game itself. Spells and enchantments related to his aspect seem to be the majority of his abilities. As the Mage of Life, Magnos can heal virtually any wound and even revive a fallen ally if possible. Though, there is a double-edged sword to his powers. Magic comes with a price, and his is that he takes the wounds of his friends upon himself. Say a broken arm, once his friend is healed, Magnos would then have a broken arm. It also seems to go further into resurrection of the dead, necromancy, but this seems almost too terrifying to use.

Land Title: Land of Snow and Ruin
Land Explanation: LOSAR is a world covered in a thick layer of snow up to an average troll's knees, grey clouds with ever-falling frost overhead blocking any sign of sun or sky, giving the planet no sense of time. Ancient ,decrepit temples dot the landscape, popping up here and there, but the insides have long been scavenged of anything useful, but oddly enough, each temple has a seal on the door portraying a gaunt figure standing before a massive hole in the sky, the Denizen of the land, Chione the goddess of winter, towering above him, as if the two are about to do battle.

The consorts of the land, forgetful turquoise squirrels, aren't that helpful either. They're just trying to survive, the harsh cold killing off any means of plantlife for them to feast upon, and are in a brutal struggle against one another for shelter and food. In order for the player to awaken Chione, they must find a way to end the civil war amongst the consorts and put a stop to the winter, with only a cryptic message to follow:

"Life will return abound once the sun meets the ground."

Fetch Modus: Dictionary Modus.
Fetch Modus Explanation: Has to find the exact definition of each word of the collected item. Thus, it's best to captchalogue items that are incredibly short in name.

Other: Has a secret fear of mutants, even though a good majority of the yellow and rustbloods tend to be such.

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[Blank]

(Updated profile, same trolltag)

Your name is STRAVO KEYSER, an eight sweeps old seadweller

You consider yourself to be a highly intelligent troll with a sophisticated taste in FINE ART AND MOVIES. You feel the need to show this off and often know the difference between two movies that have only a few words different in their long titles. You go out of your way to correct people for liking a more popular work over an objectively SUPERIOR one. Your own lusus strongly stifled your budding artistic talent by destroying your creations, dismayed that you wouldn't take up a 'real' troll's hobby. Bitterness and jealously lead you to become OVERLY CRITICAL of those who did get to develop their art. A good rule of thumb you think is that the all great artists are ALREADY DEAD. This is a quality you point out to contemporaries as a thinly veiled threat.

As for your lusus, he's dead now. Met his end in some pointless battle with another lusus. You cared enough about the curmudgeon to get his head mounted on your wall. He still manages to look down his beak at you with disappointment and you occasionally monologue to him about your latest plans.

You detest personal violence though and prefer to get others to do your messy work or leave someone in a DEATH TRAP while you attend to more important matters. You harbour a deep seated resentment against the society you view as rewarding brutal violence to the detriment of intellectual and cultural achievements. You consequently commit crimes against society using your wits and skill as a way of proving your superiority. Currently you focus on pilfering high profile items such as original artwork and ancestral items by hustling or cat-burglary. You have big plans to move on to embezzlement, extortion, and forming a criminal empire behind the front of a LEGITIMATE ART DEALER. Perhaps even more one day. Your dilemma is that the perfect crime is one that goes completely unnoticed yet you want the world to acknowledge the sheer genius behind your CAPERS. Well you can always gloat to a few cowed trolls who wouldn't dare betray you and to those about to die who surely have no chance of escaping (from the aforementioned death traps).

You can't say you care much about the difference between the various land dwelling castes: they're all equally beneath you and you ABLSOLUTLY do not want to be touched by them. They make good stooges, marks, and occasional sycophants however. You act POLITE to everyone, but as a reflection of your own (self-proclaimed) cultural superiority rather than as a sign of respect to others. You enjoy the emotional distance FORMALITY gives you too (you prefer to stay on a last name basis). There are times when you must suffer indignities but you are PATIENT and can wait a long time while creating elaborate revenge schemes in your head.


Your trolltag is lobsterKingfin and You tálk with whát you think is á rrefined áccent ánd, páuse át odd moments

Name: Stravo Keyser
Trolltag: lobsterKingfin
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood color: Purple (#9900a9), hue 290
Strife Specibus: Canekind
Fetch Modus: Crossword
Lusus: Penguin-like creature
Height: 6'2
Weight: 140lb

[Takeshishin]

==> Be the Social Recluse

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Your name is Cypher Kadver,

You are Seven Cycles of Age. You enjoy art, and writing, finding the creation of both things and words very enjoyable. While some may consider your choice of colors very obtuse, especially when you end up drawing yourself with a vary of different skin colors, you never give it up. The walls of your hive are covered with the damn things. You can't walk two steps without walking into a hall covered with what you consider to be your personal masterpieces.

Not that you could walk far without walking into anything. Didn't you realize by now? You are blind! Yep, Blind as can be. Well, not really. You can not see like others do, as in just see everything around them, just look up see the sky or look forward and see everything in the distance. You see auras, actually. Well, Auras AND words. If it's alive, the aura usuall reflects their blood color, if they are a Lusus or Sprite they are White,and the world around you is simply Grey and black. Hense the problem, everything is friggen black! Does not help that your Fetchmodus, the Fate modus, decides what you get and when. So if you need something, you have to hope it's being nice, as you can't find it yourself.

I guess thats what you get for living in a cave! Wait, you forgot you lived in a cave? Yes, infact, you do! Unlucky, huh? The drones decided you'd fit in well in a cave near the ocean, considering that no one really lives near you. I mean, you DO know of the locals, but you are so damn socially akward you wouldn't leave your hive to go say hello. Even if you wanted to, all the cave walls look black to you, so you generally walk into the wall instead of an entrance.

What a pathetic Purple Blood you are, huh? Not that anyone really knows it, you don't even type in purple, or act it. You think everyone should just get along, and people shouldn't be treated because of the color of their blood. Not that it would matter, really, you don't KNOW any other trolls. Yep, you haven't spoken to anyone in Seven cycles. You have Trollian, but not a single person added.

Even your Lusus doesn't really like you. Your half-Wolf, Half-sea serpent Lusus tries his best to avoid you, even. You usually only see him when he needs something, and if he doesn't get it, he breaks something of yours. Thank GOG for your Spearkind, right? Even though you aren't that good at combat, so your spear is usually just glorified walking stick.

Your Trolltag is supportiveObserver And you Tend to type with Z's in plaze of S'z, Th'z, and your laugh comez out az Kekehe. You alzo do not Hemotype, exchanging your purple text for Ruzt Red Text.

Name: Cypher Kadver
Trollhandle: supportiveObserver ((Works with actual Pesterchum application))
Age: 7 Cycles
Hemo: Purple, though types in red.
Kind: Spearkind
Fetchmodus: Fate Modus
Title: Ace of Light
Currently Not In A Game

[Weeaboo]

>Be the jadeblood that is the best thief ever!

<-Ofcourse I am the best thief ever, haven't you seen mycollection?->



Your name is AKINAZ XAEFEN and you are 8 SWEEPS OLD. Many sweeps ago, you dreamed of being a MASTER THIEF. It's a big dream, you know, but you have a feeling you'll obtain it someday. For now, you're stuck with SMALL-TIME jobs. They're great so far and if you find anything extra, you get to keep it! However, you prefer to not tell everyone that you're a thief. In the past, you have gotten in trouble for it. Which caused you to lose quite a lot of TREASURE. Thankfully, you've learned your lesson and do RESEARCH before going out and stealing things from someone.

If you were to put all of your treasure in a room, it'd fill up HALF A ROOM. It's not a lot, but it's better than NOTHING. Speaking of rooms, your hive is WELL HIDDEN. Above ground, it seems like an ABANDONED HIVESTEM. After you go through a series of puzzles, you eventually find a SPECIAL INPUT PANEL. The only way to get in from there is to insert a SPECIAL KEY that only you own. It's worked so far, and it's given you a lot of LEEWAY when it comes to showing someone where you live. Not like you'd want to show them where you live anyway. In fact, you have no true FRIENDS at all! The only FRIENDS you have are your CLIENTS, if they could even be called friends, and your lusus. Your lusus has taught you a lot of things! It's even helped you raise your RESISTANCE TO THE SUN a little!

Speaking of your lusus, your lusus is an ARMADILLO DRAGON. It has the body of an ARMADILLO and the head of a DRAGON. An odd combination, but who cares. Your lusus is rather lazy, you think at least, and therefore it forces you to fend for yourself. Which is why you wanted to be a MASTER THIEF in the first place. You were left alone long ago and you had no way to pay for food, so you STOLE CAEGARS from a redblood that you saw while wandering about. He saw you, but you managed to RUN AWAY just as the sun rose. The poor redblood couldn't stay out in the sun long and died shortly after. You, however, made it back to your hive, ALBEIT BURNED, but still alive! To this night, you still have a BURN SCAR on the back of your neck where the sun was beating down on you.

You have TWO STRIFE SPECIBI. Each are useful in different situations! First and foremost, you use BOWKIND whenever you can. It's your preferred way of fighting anyone. Secondly, and most recently, you have DAGGERKIND. You only just started using it because of a break-in recently where you had to resort to running away WITHOUT your loot. It sucked! Hopefully you'll get used to it.

You use a KNAPSACK and it works fine. You throw items into it and they stay there until you feel like removing them. It's perfect when you want to KEEP LOOT SAFE from others. However, you still fear for the day someone STEALS YOUR KNAPSACK. It's not likely to happen though.

Your trolltag is boisterousDefalcator and you <-Sometimesmake your words stick together, as if you're trying tohide->

[heartsickSiren]

---> Be the creepy looking dude.

You are now the creepy looking dude.

Your name is CERVID ALMINT. You are not actually a dude, you are a lady, you JUST HAVENT WASHED since your first wriggling day. That wriggling day was actually only SEVEN SWEEPS AGO. You are a BROWN BLOOD who believes strictly in the hemospectrum sysem and are submissve to any higher blood color. You live atop A TALL MOUNTAIN and are an AVID ROCK CLIMBER because of how often you TRIP OVER YOUR OWN FLIP-FLOPS and fall off the edge of the cliff by your hive. You have also become very DURABLE because of this.

Other than this, you have very few HOBBIES. You like CUTTING OUT PICTURES OF RANDOM TROLLS and PASTING THEM AROUND YOUR HIVE. You tend to MEET SIMILAR LOOKING TROLLS not long after doing so. You also like CARVING WOODEN STATUES of various DEER. You often display YOUR BRILLIANT WORKS around your hive. You also enjoy BLEACHING YOUR HAIR and STYLING IT INTO IMPOSSIBLE POSITIONS.

You have GOOD REFLEXES when in fights, which are important since you tend to get into HEATED ARGUMENTS OVER TRIVIAL THINGS, and can jump out of the way even if someone is coming at you from the side or behind. This rarely happens though, since most of your arguing goes on over the Trollian chat client.

Speaking of which, your troll tag is woodenAntlers ^nd yov t<nd to sp<^k |n ^ m^nor th^t d<not<s th< cl^ck|ng of hoov<s ^nd looks l|k< yovr horns.

[CancerliciousLuna]

How did you create the other version of the sprite? how is everyone doing that?

[CancerliciousLuna]

how do i make these? i have no idea how to use this stuff...

[Sandvich King]

If you need to ask questions on how to make sprites or profiles, ask in the Trollslum/Chumroll General Chat. This thread is only for fantroll profiles. If by "other sprite," you mean the more detailed torso-up Alterniabound sprite, there isn't really a defined standard or a base to use like there is for the normal armless sprites. If you want to make one you'll have to either start from scratch or edit one of the canon trolls from Alterniabound into your fantroll.

[FubbalyWubbaly]

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Your name is Chever Stalii.

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 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 adulthood, but far from achieving it. You dedicate so much of your time and effort into your Machinery and computers, you rarely venture out of your hive apart from daily chores. 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 lusus. 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 REDICULOUSLY LOOKING SWIMSUIT doesn't cater for preventing frostbite. You also love FOOD. You tend to be quite a glutton when you are feeling hungry. You are often called a PIG at times when you snack out on large meals. You seem to have a fondness for TEA, FISH and OVERLY SWEET FOODS. Its a wonder that you're still skinny!

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 often wonder why you are quite short but you put it down to maybe you ate something that stunt your growth, You were always found EATING at every moment of the night when you were a wriggler.
Despite being short, you have quite the STRENGTH due to your daily hunting, which requires you to use a hand-held HARPOON. Your lusus taught you to hunt with a harpoon since you were ready to even lift a harpoon, and you were very young.

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, but you still keep up your THIEVING antics, which has led you to more than a few unfriendly encounters with others when they caught you. You mostly just do the thieving for the THRILL, not that you needed the money.

Being a SEA DWELLER, you reside in a MAGNIFICENT RUIN you found underwater, yet your respiteblock sits just above the water on the edge of a beach. Your lusus is a HUGE SEA SERPENT, which often likes to hide and jump out at you unexpectantly, scaring the FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU. Your lusus is also quite STRICT, often expecting HIGH ACHIEVEMENTS from you and huge amounts of fish from your hunting. Should you get something wrong, your lusus often harshly scolds you.

Due to the upbringing of your 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 two sweeps 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, which you had crafted all by yourself. The troll responsible fled after that and you have since tried to track them down and have your SWEET REVENGE.
When it comes to fighting, you tend to take a more TACTICAL APPROACH. Often finding a hiding spot and setting up an ambush is more effective for you that direct combat, almost like a snake in the grass.

Despite having HEARING IMPAIRMENT 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, that produces ODD-SOUNDING SEA CHIMES. You had crafted this from the bones and other parts from the fish you hunt. Though, you don't play it often as it often SPOOKS OUT your lusus from its HAUNTING MELODY. You can also play a vary of other instruments too.

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. You have been known to occasionally work with lowerbloods, some of them are even your PALS.

Your trolltag is hypersonicHacker[HH] and you often sspeak 1n a fformall and classy way w1tth a ssl1ghtt ssp1tty l1ssp

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Name: Chever Stalii
Gender: Male
Blood colour: Violet #6a006a Hue:300
Age: 8 sweeps (17 human years)
Wriggling Day: 9th of the 9th Perigree
Lusus: Giant Sea Serpent

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Trolltag: hypersonicHacker
Abilities: Has the skills to repair and upgrade computers. Also is exellent at hacking and programming. Is also handy with mechanics and can build machines. 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. Occasional fish pun of 'bass' instead of 'has' (due to his quirk, 'has' is spelled 'hass')
Strife Specibus: Harpoonkind
Fetch Modus: Pass 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: Pranking little Lizzards
Hero Title: The Rogue of Light

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Quadrents:
: Klivay Vaerae (Meyanni)
: Tefrak Borgen (Tekkenfreak4)
: none
: none

[carbonDeadbeat]

==> Be the hippie.
==>What Im not a hippie ~¿~
==> Fine, be the stoner.

Your name is LEESEF KOIKRO and you're KIND OF A STONER.

Wait, kind of? No, you ARE a stoner. You are 7.85 SOLAR SWEEPS which is about 17 EARTH YEARS. You have an EASYGOING PERSONALITY, but you often get VERY EMOTIONAL when talking to your MOIRAIL, KADROM. You and Kadrom have been BEST FRIENDS since you were little WIGGLERS.

You have SAGE GREEN BLOOD, the MEDIUM MIDDLE CLASS on the HEMOSPECTRUM. You live in a AVERAGE SIZED hive in the FOREST IN THE MOUNTAINS. You keep your RESPITE BLOCK clean, since you are usually BORED OUT OF YOUR MIND. You hope SGRUB, a new VIDEO GAME will stop your boredom. Your favorite color is WHITE and you love TROLL FILM NOIR. You are a VEGETARIAN and your favorite food is VEGAN MISO SOUP. Because of your diet, you are UNDERWEIGHT. You are never seen without your WHITE JACKET.

When you were 5 SWEEPS you KILLED YOUR LUSUS out of anger, but Kadrom is the only troll who knows. You were angry because that SAME DAY your MATESPRIT was MURDERED.

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Name: Leesef Koikro
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 7.85 Sweeps
Quirk: No punctuation, often uses the stoner emoticon, ~¿~
Blood Color: Sage Green #65880A
Symbol: Alchemical symbol for Cobalt
Lusus: Ladon, a serpent-like dragon from Greek Mythology. (Deceased)
Trolltag: stonedCobalt
Title: Forger of Hope
Land: Land of Thorns and Ivory
Matesprit: Hanako Urtemi
Moirail: Kadrom Abelin
Kismesis: None
Auspistice: None
Appearance: Long, messy, black hair, glasses, 5"10', circles under eyes, white jacket.
Dreamself Planet: Prospit

Leesef's Room

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Hanako Urtemi (Deceased Matesprit)

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I dunno guys, should I make a profile for her too?

I hope I did that right!

[CancerliciousLuna]

where is that section? and i cant post a thread for some reason so i dont know how to ask about it

[Sandvich King]

where is that section? and i cant post a thread for some reason so i dont know how to ask about it

You can't start a thread because you're a new user, but you really don't want to post a whole thread just to ask a single question. That's what General Chat is sort of for.

If you click the link to SBURB/TrollSlum Roleplaying at the bottom or the top of this page, the Genchat thread should be at the top, right next to this thread in the list.

[CancerliciousLuna]

You can't start a thread because you're a new user, but you really don't want to post a whole thread just to ask a single question. That's what General Chat is sort of for.

If you click the link to SBURB/TrollSlum Roleplaying at the bottom or the top of this page, the Genchat thread should be at the top, right next to this thread in the list.

can someoen just tell me how to put hcc. body aprts onto the homestuck troll maker...

[Lovenu]

Be the sassy indigo



Name: Tristi Fossor
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood: Indigo (#6B238E)
Powers: She doesn't have any psychic powers or anything but she is well trained in combat with a bat and other blunt objects.
Lusus: A small pomeranian-looking puppy with cheek fins and a bioluminescent lure. She is referred to as either 'Seapup' or 'Pupsis' depending on how Tristi is feeling. She never seems to grow out of her 'puppy' stage.
Strife Specibi: BATKIND
Fetch Modus: Magazine Modus. Your items are stored in a magazine-like modus that you have to pick and choose from via checking off the item you want and then waiting about five minutes or so. It can become very tiresome.
Trolltag: undauntedBeldame
Quirk: Whenever a word has more than two letters, she allcaps any letters in-between the first and last letter. She uses no punctuation except for periods. Two letter words are never capitalized.
Title: Rogue of Hope
Land: Land of Study and Amethyst (LOSAA)

Your name is TRISTI FOSSOR

You are about 8 sweeps old.

You have resided in a large HIVESTEM penthouse for as long as you can remember. You are the epitome of a CITY girl. You and your adorable lusus SEAPUP enjoy many of the things that cities have to offer such as SPORTS GAMES, SHOPPING and SMOOTHIE PLACES. You often keep her on a leash when you go places to keep her from biting other trolls' ankles or yapping at pedestrians.

Aside from being the ultimate CITY GIRL, you are also a HIGHBLOOD and love to reap the benefits of your status. Whether it be DISCOUNTS at malls or dates with CUTE TROLLS you love it all. You can come off as a little SHALLOW but in truth you're not. You are actually quite intelligent, much to many's surprise considering your STUPID BABE routine. In fact, when it comes to being SASSY AS HELL you rule girl. You know how to hit people where it hurts... Except for the fact you really don't do it enough. You just need to figure out how to utilize your TALENTS in a more effective way, but you tend to be lazy when it comes to BEING a TRUE HIGHBLOOD.

You enjoy the more FRIVOLOUS activities that come with it, and not the cullings. You seem to not understand that being a HIGHBLOOD not only entails discounts at malls, but also KILLING TROLLS A LOT. You like to chock it up to laziness but in truth you're secretly worried you're not good enough to kill. You're afraid you'll suck at it and get culled for your lack of skills, y'know, REAL TROLL PROBLEMS. Doesn't mean you still don't attempt it sometimes in DARK ALLEYS... Where no one can see.

Maybe someday you'll be BRAVE enough to cull in front of other trolls but for now you're just SNEAKY about it. Like a ROGUE even.

When you aren't dealing with PERSONAL ISSUES, you enjoy staying on top of TRENDS and making yourself look GOOD. Part of the reason you excel at sneaky killing is because of your TWO GREATEST ASSETS!

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Determination and charmisma of course.

They help you LURE unsuspecting trolls to come with you. What did you think I was going to say?

Your trolltag is undauntedBeldame and you sORt of tALk lIKe tHe lETTERs tHAt aRENt iNBETWEEn dONt mATTEr. wELl gEe tHAt wAs a pRETTy lITERAl wAy of mENTIONINg it.

[CookieEater]

Um, I just used this sprite sheet and went from there?
http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/i...g?t=1297488994
Sorry, this is all I can give you... >.<

[alchemicalLullaby]

-->Be the overly cheerful chemistry geek.


Your name is ANANDA KIRKAS and you are 7 SWEEPS OLD. You are, as previously stated, OVERLY CHEERFUL and OPTIMISTIC to the point where it's OVERWHELMINGLY ANNOYING. Well, you'd like to think you aren't too annoying (though you really can be). You're a bit GULLIBLE and INCREDIBLY BLUNT. You also have a tendency to be IMPULSIVE and LOOSE-LIPPED, in that you have a HARD TIME keeping SECRETS and you often ACT before you THINK. As such, you're a bit of a WILD CARD. You enjoy your SPONTANEITY because it reminds you of your BIGGEST INTEREST: CHEMISTRY and ALCHEMY. Boy, do you love that stuff. Your FAVORITE ACTIVITY is combining random stuff around your HIVE to make CHEMICAL BOMBS, which happen to be your FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE in your STRIFE SPECIBUS. Among your other INTERESTS are ARCHAEOLOGY, SCIENCE FICTION LITERATURE, and PYROTECHNICS. You have a RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF BOOKS scattered around your HIVE. Speaking of your HIVE, you live in the MIDDLE of the DESERT, under the ALTERNIAN SUN. Your RARE JADE GREEN BLOOD somehow keeps you from BURNING ALIVE whenever you go HUNTING for ORES, but your LUSUS doesn't want you to take any more chances than you already do. Your LUSUS is, unlike other JADE-BLOODED TROLLS you've heard about, a SCARAB BEETLE, and an INCREDIBLY WARY one at that. You LOVE your LUSUS, but really he can be a PAIN when you want to MAKE MORE BOMBS. You HONESTLY DON'T REALLY CARE about the HEMOSPECTRUM and HATE it when DISPUTES OCCUR involving it. You once got in a FIGHT with a HIGHBLOOD who was trying to CULL a RUSTBLOOD for NO GODDAMN REASON. You DIDN'T GET OUT OF IT EASILY and you DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT MUCH. You also DABBLE a bit in the ways of WRITING and sometimes share it with your FRIENDS, even though they can't read a word of your ALCHEMY JARGON.
Your trolltag is cheeryTourmaline and You MaNaGe To eNuNCiaTe YouR CoNSoNaNTS CLeaRLy aND WaVeR a BiT oN YouR VoWeLS. When you finally get around to PLAYING SGRUB with your ENIGMATIC FRIENDS, you'll take your place as the KNIGHT of HOPE in the LAND OF ICE AND COPPER. Your SYMBOL is the ALCHEMIC SYMBOL for MAGNESIUM, which BURNS as BRIGHT as your PERSONALITY does, along with your INTENSE BOMBS.

TL;DR:
Name: Ananda Kirkas
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: Jade Green
Strife Specibus: Bombkind
Gender: Female
Trolltag: cheeryTourmaline
Typing Quirk: All vowels lowercase, all consonants uppercase.
Lusus: Scarab Beetle
Fetch Modus: Reaction -- logically balance the alchemic equation for the captchlogued item.
Dream Planet: Prospit
Land: Land of Ice and Copper
Role: Knight of Hope

[aspiringHelpfulness]

Your name is ARESIA MARION, you LOVE TO FIGHT, and you are KINDA OKAY at doing just that.

You've spent most of your 9 sweep life FIGHTING, TRAINING, and occasionally FLARPING, in which you are known as CHAMPION CENTURIO. You tend to lose, even though you have the power to MANIPULATE SMALL BODILY MOVEMENTS (which is hard to use on your opponent in the heat of battle). Losing gets you down, but you know that fighting is SO MUCH MORE than winning or losing or your abilities, which is why you study as many WAR and FIGHTING movies, books, and documentaries as you can to learn the FINER ASPECTS, like strategy, health and etc. Needless to say, your training made you strong and fast, although you STILL SUCK at the FINER ASPECTS, and you're still not as physically strong as the higherbloods, but that's okay. One day, you're gonna prove that a lowblood can be just as strong without total reliance on their psychic power. You also like to RIDE your CHEETAH lusus, that you named HONOR. You love your lusus so much. He's very supportive of you, and taught you many things about one-on-one combat and honor. In return, you hunt with him, using your CLAWKIND and/or BOOTKIND ABSTRATUS. It's also one of the only times your power comes in handy. It takes a bit of concentration, but you can subtly move your lusus and/or his prey right where you want. It's good practice for your power. After hunting, you store whatever your lusus can't carry in your simple and practical ARRAY MODUS. You like all that, but above all, you REALLY LOOK FORWARD to the day you are finally DRAFTED INTO THE MILITARY. A lot of the stuff you do normally is preparation for THAT DAY, which is why you're so happy; the day is ALMOST HERE. You're almost ready to face new opponents. You wonder if it's gonna be what you imagined it to be, though.

When you're not training or hunting, you're looking for other trolls who are willing to fight you. It's easy to do that. It also helps you find black suitors when the drones come. Sometimes, there are trolls who become flushed for you after you beat up a guy. You admit you don't really know how to act around others, so you don't wanna talk to them. Especially BLUEBLOODS. You HATE them so much, and NOT IN A BLACK WAY. You hate that their "usual business" is lying and backstabbing. It'll be a miracle if you meet one that ISN'T a conniving backstabber, but you got into HUGE TROUBLE (which you don't want to talk about) for saying that once, so you don't voice your opinion.

Many have told you that your constant fighting obsession and seeming lack of empathy for others makes you a HUGE, PRIDEFUL JERK. You resent that; you just don't know what to do around others. Even your lusus has voiced concern for you regarding that, so it may be true. But you really don't wanna try to change, even though you're KINDA LONELY. The suitors don't count. You need friends. You need a moirail. Someone who can counteract your SUPPOSED HUBRIS. Someone who you can share your SECRET to without fear of ridicule. What secret? Your secret LOVE OF ROMCOMS and FIDUSPAWN. And you don't just like those things just because of the fight stuff. You love how the trolls interact with each other in romcoms. You love all the petty arguments, comic misunderstandings, drama, and tragedy so much. You wish your life could be like a romcom. You love everything about the fiduspawn. You really enjoy all that. OK, that's enough secrets. You want to clarify something.

You like fighting. However, you HATE CHEATING, and the trolls who do that to WIN. That's when it stops being a fight. It's just unfair! It goes against everything you stand for! It's NOT A FIGHT if it's ONE-SIDED! You hate this for three reasons. First and foremost: You've seen some NASTY STUFF other trolls do to win, to climb up in status, in FLARP, and you despise them for doing that! Second, you got all your scars from FLARPers who are exactly like that! For still-visible scars, there are four on your face, two on your body, and two on your legs. You had about three more, but they've fully healed already. You cannot believe you managed to survive all that, but since you did, you've learned to hate those cruel types on a more PERSONAL LEVEL. Third, your love of fighting has led other trolls to believe you're JUST LIKE the kind of FLARPer you hate so much. You also hate forcing others to fight, but Honor says that eventually, you'll have to do that, so you'll have to suck it up... ARGH! WHY!? You wish you could do to those guys what THEY DID to their victims! ...But you try to resist. You don't wanna be like them. You don't wanna prove them right. You don't wanna drive more people away from you. You can't stand it. OK, STOP. Gotta move away from this depressing topic. You don't like showing your sad feelings, not even to yourself. You never thought about this. You were... preparing for a fight! YES THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE DOING OK GOTTA FOCUS NOW. But you have a feeling you're forgetting something...

OH, RIGHT! Your trolltag is combatTestament [CT], And yOu eMphAsize COMBAT ABOve All else.

[extraterrestrialAnchovy]

==> Be the enthusiastic gardener.

You are now FLOREN VEREDE and if there's ONE THING WE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT YOU, or perhaps rather, NOT KNOW, it is your GARDEN.

You GARDEN is your PRIDE and JOY and THE BIGGEST AND MOST DARING SECRET IN YOUR LIFE. At least, so far. You don't want anyone else to see it, ever, it's yours. ALL YOURS, and no lousy highblood is going to steal it from you because of their stupid ass higher privileges. It's one of the very few things you're still selfish about.
It was hidden deep inside the FOREST behind your HIVE, and you had encountered it when you were THREE SWEEPS OLD by A STROKE OF LUCK. Should you be HIGHER UP ON THE HEMOSPECTRUM, you would realise that THIS PLACE WAS LEFT TO YOU BY YOUR ANCESTOR. But you're a lowly MAROON BLOOD and you have no clue about that. HOWEVER, when you had first discovered it, the garden was ABANDONED AND IN RUIN. Your HUMONGOUS WORM LUSUS and you brought it back to LIFE. Working in the garden made you feel STRONGER and made you feel more OPTIMISTIC about YOUR FUTURE. You turned from someone of a RUDE AND DISAGREEABLE NATURE to someone POLITE who liked to look on the BRIGHT SIDE OF THINGS.

You were nicer, but you weren't completely USELESS in terms of the TROLL SOCIETY. Because if one more LOVESICK TEEN climbs over the wall to steal your everloving ROSES again then HELL IS GOING TO GO DOWN. You don't go looking for trouble, but you don't go hiding from it either. You just deal with whatever NATURE tells you to. The garden is EXTREMELY LARGE, it's hard for you to oversee it all. But the TREES would WHISPER THEIR MESSAGES and the WIND will CARRY THEM to you. They're VERY HELPFUL when it comes to THIEVES AND INTRUDERS and alerts you of any in time for you to give them a GOOD SMACK ON THE HEAD WITH YOUR SHOVEL. You then ask them in a FIRM voice to either PURCHASE the item they are pursuing or LEAVE THE GROUNDS. If they REFUSE BOTH CHOICES, you will THREATEN TO FEED THEM TO YOUR LUSUS, and if THAT doesn't send them packing, you will EXECUTE THE THREAT. You politely ask him to smash their bones and kill them before swallowing, since being digested alive sounds torturous.

Your Strife Specibus, therefore, is SHOVELKIND. It's very useful with your Sylladex because your Fetch Modus is the SANDBOX MODUS. You just replaced all of the sand with dirt to reflect your gardening hobbies, that's all. It's also rather handy as a portable garden. It's deeper than most sandboxes so you keep a WILLOW in there at all times. It's very nice to you and you talk to it when you get daymares, because you can't go outside to see the other plants with all that sunlight. It's the only thing in there that's not in a card, but it's still technically captchalogued. The other items you captchalogued go in cards that get automatically get buried in the dirt, and you have to dig around a whole lot to find them. It's a bit of a nuisance when the card is buried near the willow's roots so you installed a program that virtually 'fences off' the area around the willow, making sure that cards won't go there.

You don't stay around your HIVE much, because there's a GARDEN TO BE TAKEN CARE OF. But some nights when you're tired you like to go back explore your TERRIBLE COOKING AND SINGING SKILLS. On LUCKIER DAYS, you like to curl up with a GOOD BOOK and some TEA. Oh, Miss Troll Maudie Atkinson, you would be DELIGHTFUL COMPANY to have over. Your shelves are filled with FICTION and PLANT CARE GUIDES. You're more likely to consult books than your HUSKTOP. But you bring your HUSKTOP to the garden with you everyday to STAY IN TOUCH with the rest of the world, especially new gardening tips and guides, but not people. You're not a quiet boy, but you are certainly RESERVED in communication. You don't take OPPORTUNITIES to know people any BETTER than as ACQUAINTANCES. This is to avoid confusing feelings later. You hate feeling negative feelings such as SADNESS and DESPAIR and the feeling of LONELINESS WHEN SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU DIES. You don't like to CRY, crying makes people vulnerable. Thus, you take measures to prevent things that will make you do so. You don't like to talk to others becomes the OUTCOMES are IMPROBABLE and you'd rather NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH UNNECESSARY THINGS.

The TREES tell you you should get out there more. You WANT TO LISTEN TO THEM AND TAKE THEIR ADVICE, but you're just too SHY and SCARED, especially when others are SO MUCH MORE POWERFUL than you. But the trees are old and they're WISE, and they have been KIND TO YOU as you have been KIND TO THEM. The flowers are kind to you as well, and when you ask to sell them or when you ask to sell the trees' fruits, they'd agree with little hesitation. Should you NOT BE ABLE TO HEAR THEM SPEAK AND SPEAK BACK TO THEM, you would've sold more of them and had been A WHOLE LOT RICHER. But CAEGARS WON'T BUY FRIENDS, and they're your only friends. And, when you're feeling down, they would talk to you. Nicely, unlike other trolls. And you'd play your VIOLIN sometimes, for they enjoyed music, and would sway in time to the rhythm. But usually it's you who play in time to THEIR rhythm, for nature has a rhythm all of its own, and it is more harmonious than any other.

Your troll tag, therefore, is naturesTempo and when you speak, you [] you CAPITALISE your verbs because actions SPEAK louder than words. you also SURROUND your speech with the brick walls of your garden. []


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As a CHILD, you were a SICKLY ONE, you were SKINNY and WEAK and SICKENINGLY PALE. You were MEAN, SELFISH, and DEMANDING. This has led you into several TIGHT SPOTS in which you were almost CULLED. The only way you somehow SURVIVED is because your GIANT WORM LUSUS would CURL AROUND YOU, protecting you from ATTACKS. You hated your lusus, all the OTHER KIDS had DRAGONS and WOLVES and SNAKES and BIG CATS. He was an UGLY, FAT, STUPID WORM. You wanted him to leave you alone, you wanted him to get off you and stop constricting you. You kicked him and punched him but he didn't react. He just sunk into the ground and kept CHEWING HIS DIRT.

Then, when you were THREE SWEEPS OLD, it CHANGED. It ALL CHANGED.

You were slinking about moodily and kicking pebbles around when there was THIS BIRD. And it was SINGING to you. Or rather, it was singing AT YOU.

"Go away." you said to the bird. But the bird didn't. So you tried to FIND IT and hopefully somehow KILL IT. You look around, and there it was. That fluffy little fucker up in a tree.

You made your way up the tree, and scraped yourself once or twice on the bark. But when you reached the top, it flew away, into the tree nearby.
It seemed like it wants you to follow it.
You followed it.

You follow it deep into the forest, and very soon, you became lost. This bird better be taking you somewhere good.
The bird ended up stopping at a clearing.
It was a very large clearing.
The majority of the clearing was cut off by a circular brick wall. You walked around it.
Thick, heavy vines draped morosely about the outside.
You did not see an entrance.
Suddenly, a delightfully cool breeze swept out from the trees, lifting the vines a little, and you saw a sliver of a brass doorknob.
It was really convenient.

The bird was at your heels now. It chirped and pecked at the ground
You dug there with your bare hands, getting dirt into your nails.
You found a key.

You took the key, and then felt around in the vines for the door knob.
You found it, and engraved on it was your sign.
You don't know what this means, you were of too low a status to know and believe in the tales of ancestors.
So you plugged the key in. It was old and rusty, it took you a great amount of time and fiddling to open the door.

It was a garden.
Except, it was a garden in great disrepair and poor status.
The bird twittered again.
"Thank you." you said, kind of lost and confused.
It flew away, and you never saw it again.

You sat down in a daze on the damp dirt ground.
There were weeds.
There were trees.
There were sprouts here and there.
Patches of clover.
Chunks of moss.
Little packs of mushrooms.
It smelled nice, it smelled peaceful.

You walked around cautiously, you wondered if some other troll tried to lead you here and then murder you.
It became extremely clear that this was not the case.
Your lusus poked his head out from the ground.
You screamed.

He slithered onto the ground while you watched, wide-eyed.
He chewed through some decomposing leaves.
He chewed through muddy branches.
He chew through a pile of dead flower stalks.

He then stopped at a patch of weeds.
Looked at you, back to the weeds.
Looked at you again.

You walked over. He plucked one of the weeds out from the ground with his mouth.
You pulled out a whole bunch with your hands.
He nodded, and sunk into the ground again.
Working the earth.
For you.
And for new life to come.
You hoped this was a new adventure.
A new beginning.

(( Author's Note: I totally ripped off The Secret Garden. That's actually my theme and inspiration for this character.))

TL;DR + Some Extra Info!

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Name: Floren Verede
Gender: Male
Height: 163cm at six sweeps, excluding horns. (I'm to lazy to convert it to imperial.)
Age: Six sweeps old. I change it a lot depending on the circumstances. But if you see him in the cafe, it's six.
Blood Colour: Maroon, #6F1E01, Hue 16.
Special Powers: Able to communicate with plants. But he doesn't get them to DO stuff (like Tav with animals). He just talks with them.
Quirk: [] surrounds speech with 'brick walls', capitalises verbs and no other capitalisation except for peoples' names, perfect grammar otherwise. []
Strife Specibus: Shovelkind
Fetch Modus: Sandbox Modus
SGRUB Title: Heir of Life
SGRUB Land: Land of Vines and Ruin

[nefariousRenegade]

Your name is SELACH ISODON and you are 8.5 SWEEPS OLD.

You live in an UNDERWATER RUIN with your LUSUS, which is a FRILLED SHARK. You usually keep your LUSUS in the BASEMENT so that she doesn't eat your NEIGHBORS.

Having TYRIAN BLOOD, you are at the top of the HEMOSPECTRUM! Congratulations! With this position comes great responsibility, so you try to be as ORGANIZED as possible. You keep several CALENDARS so you can keep track of UPCOMING EVENTS. You also try to be CIVIL. You OUTRANK ALMOST EVERYONE, so it's NOT VERY FAIR if you use that to your advantage ALL THE TIME. Plus, that would be NO FUN!

You love playing HAUNTING MELODIES on your OCARINA. You made your OCARINA yourself when you were younger. You've become QUITE GOOD. Aside from that, you enjoy PAINTING as well. At painting, however, you're NOT SO GOOD. You also like to CULL HEMOREBELS in your spare time. If there's one thing you can't stand, it's HEMOREBELS.

You don't mind LOWBLOODS, as long as they're behaving. You actually find them INTRIGUING. You SYMPATHIZE with them; not everyone can be NATURALLY AWESOME. They seem to make up for it with their MIND POWERS and whatnot. You love STUDYING them.

You have a FEAR OF HEIGHTS. You believe that SEADWELLERS belong in the SEA, not in the AIR. This may or may not be related to an INCIDENT you had when you were younger.

Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is CROSSBOWKIND and you use the COLOR WHEEL FETCH MODUS.

If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME you would be the SEER OF MIND on the LAND OF ICE AND RUINS, which is inhabited by DISTRACTED GREEN WEASELS who like BEAUTY.

Your trolltag is marineMonarch and you ~sρεαᴋ~ιη~α~ʀεɢαʟ,~ƒʟυιɗ~ᴍαη ηεʀ~

[Emochick]

Your name is Skyler Zennai and your a 6 sweep old blueblood.
Before we go any farther at 4'9 you are not short you are fun sized! Or at least that's what you like to think. You live with your peahen lusus in a hivestem. You are very outgoing and also very hyper. You are normally curious about everything anyone says.

Your like shopping, going to places you have never been before, and also you play basketball sometimes. Not often though. You prefer to dress like a girl even though you are a guy. Dressing like a girl gives you confidence in yourself because you look more like a girl.

Your modus is voice actived so if you say something that is in your modus it wil pop out. Your strife specibus is set to a chain scythe. Your trolltag is numberoneStar and you ape mot shopt you ape fun sized!

[InsanicAsu]

Massive dumping of profiles, some are reposts with updates. C:

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Your name is NEPSAH DAEREN, you are 9.69 sweeps old, or 21 human years. Not that you know what a human is anyway. You are antisocial to an extreme, and fear interactions with others face to face. You are also very paranoid and believe that landdwellers are out to kill all of the seadwellers. Especially the lowbloods, those ruffians are a nuisance!

You enjoy READING, WRITING, DRAWING and AVOIDING FACE TO FACE INTERACTION. Unfortunately your lusus has taken to smashing herself up against your hive until you flee, and then she usually chases you to the surface. In your almost 10 sweeps, you have only had one quadrant. By this point you have resigned yourself to death, but occasionally you'll surface and make half hearted attempts at talking to others, but usually you freak out before anything of value can be established. This has you PRETTY DEPRESSED, which is understandable. But you don't have it in you to end it early.

Speaking of your lusus, she is a BELUGA WHALE... thing. You generally get along… when she isn’t forcing you to leave the hive, anyway.

Up until a few perigees ago, you did not have a strife specibus... But in an attempt to defend yourself from your now ex-kismesis, you accidentally allocated PADDLEKIND to it. You are too ashamed to admit to it, or use such a "weapon."

Your modus is VOICE RECOGNITION, in order to get things out you have to say the name of the item in the exact tone you used to put it in there. That can be troublesome if you’re having a panic attack…

Your trolltag is whimsicalParanoia, and ♅ y-y-you st-st-stammer a lot, b-b-but who kn-kn-knows if it’s b-b-because your n-n-nervous or c-c-cold. ♒

tl;dr:
Name: Nepsah Daeren
Age: 9.69 sweeps
Blood: 3f003e
Lusus: Beluga whale thing
Strife specibus: paddleKind
Fetch modus: Voice recognition (exact tone)

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Your name is ELLAIR NINIAN... yes, you've heard the "ninny" joke before. You are 7.5 sweeps old, and you don't like to come up on land.

Your interests can be varied, but your favorite hobby is GEOLOGY. You're not really vocal about it... Other than that, you COLLECT BITS OF CORAL, HUNT FISH, and WATCH SHITTY MOVIES... not that you think they're shitty! Everyone else does. Those classic action movies are gold! You don't have a lot of friends to share your hobbies with, probably because your hive is located in a deep sea trench, in one of many cavern systems. You DO have a room that's drained of water, but you've never invited a landdweller down to your hive before. You're not sure if they could survive the pressure...

While you don't like leaving the sea very much, you find you feel more comfortable around landdwellers than other seadwellers. The competition is pretty rough, at least with landdwellers you don't have to try so hard. Its already a given up there that you're #1. As far as they're concerned, anyway...

Your lusus is a giant sea serpent, it doesn't even live in your hive with you. You get along okay with your lusus, but you get pretty annoyed with the ambush attempts when you DO try to go up on land.

Your strife specibus is set to tazerKind, it looks like a wand, though. It's got a couple of settings, for ranged tazing or contact-only setting. You tend to just use it as a jabbing device when in the water though. Your main strategy is to flee, with your small size you can fit into tinier spaces that other seadwellers can't hope to get into.

Your fetch modus is pictionary... which is really frustrating because you can't draw very well at all. It takes you a few tries to get anything out of it.

Your troll tag is seismicAlarmist, and you...tend to paussse... in you ssspeech... probably jussst... nervesss....

tl;dr
Name: Ellair Ninian
Age: 7.5
Blood: 5e003d
Lusus: Giant sea serpent
Strife specibus: tazerKind
Fetch modus: Pictionary

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Your name is ECHONI MACCHA, and you are 8 sweeps old.

You've got a lot going on, after all, you're one of the top tier seadwellers in the ocean. You used to play it down, perhaps even extend a generous hand to landdwellers... but after getting your heart quadrant shattered a few times, you've changed your mind. These days you revel in your position, and won't hesitate to shoot down any ridiculous lowblood that thinks they deserve better than second best.

You have a variety of interests, most unusual for your fellow trolls, but you don't let that bother you. So you have a taste for fashion... well, its only natural that those at the top of the foodchain get to revel in their position, right? You even dabble in designs of your own. You like to stick out, it just proves you're better than most everyone else anyway. Aside from that, you do like a good casual pail, but you don't generally dabble in blackrom pailing just for fun. Like most other highbloods, especially seadwellers, you have a violent streak a mile wide, and take a sick pleasure in exercising it on unsuspecting targets.

Not many people take you all that seriously, you're acutely aware of this. After all, you're 8 sweeps and 4'6" tall, and you tend to dress more female than male. You see this as an advantage, since its their mistake. You do get self conscious about your height sometimes, but you refuse to wear heels. Those are just meant to slow you down. At one point, you were kidnapped in a failed attempt to trick a lowblood, woke up with some lovely implants on your chest. At first you despised them, and beat yourself up for days about falling for such a stupid trick... But you kept them for awhile. Recently you had them removed, since they were impacting your image negatively. Image is everything, after all.

Your lusus is an eel the size of an orca whale... much to your dismay. You do not like your lusus at all. She's a hassle, and won't leave you alone whenever you're home. If it were up to you, you'd just have her killed, but some sentimental part of you won't let that happen. As annoying and burdensome as she is, she is still your lusus!

Your strife specibus is set to hammerKind... you are quite fond of sledgehammers, especially hitting people with sledgehammers... You're a lot stronger than you look.

Your fetch modus is set to ACCESSORY, you have to properly put together a good colorscheme to get something out, which can be SUCH a hassle if you're in a hurry.

Your trolltag is echoedMuse, and and you tend to repeat the first and last word of each sentence sentence.

*note: Echo is part of a group of trolls based off of the Phases in the .hack// series, he is Macha, or "lust."

tl;dr
Name: Echoni Maccha
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood: c90082
Lusus: Eel (orca whale sized)
Strife: hammerKind
Fetch: Accessory

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Your name is KREIOS MEICAL, and you are 7.8 sweeps old.

You follow the cult of the Mirthful Messiahs, but you began mostly because that's what you thought you were supposed to do. Admittedly you're a bit lost in how things are supposed to work. You understand the hemospectrum, and you follow it to a T. In fact, you are VERY TRADITIONAL, and do not like breaking that tradition. Your doubts about the cult and the hemospectrum itself unnerve you, so you keep them to yourself, and make up for it by being extra devout. You take it upon yourself to squash out any signs of hemorebellion in lowbloods. You say that you enjoy it, but its not really what brings you mirth.

Instead you prefer HISTORICAL TEXTS, and even FIDUSSPAWN, although you'll never admit to that last one. Never. You'd rather cull someone than admit to that. You take your job very seriously, and anything that might reflect negatively on you must be kept top secret.

You have yet to have a quadrant... possibly because you're so caught up in what they're supposed to be that you haven't been able to catch any signals. Public displays of affection, whether they be black or red, disgust you. Courtship should be kept private, after all, its not something to flaunt! Its highly embarrassing to see two trolls all over each other in fits of black or red need. If pushed, you would probably punch your own quadrant in the face if they tried anything in public... Not that you know that, you've never had one after all.

Your lusus is a seadragon... well, yours has legs and is about as big as a hive. He's bothersome, and even more strict and traditional than you are. You feel a great level of affection and admiration for him though, and try your best to live up to his expectations... which is hard to do, since he spends most of his time in the sea.

Your strife specibus is spikedmaceKind. Maybe if you were more honest with yourself, you'd admit its to make up for your self doubts... but who can doubt someone who kills so brutally, right?

Your fetch modus is SPELLING, you have to spell the name of the item you want in order to get the item out. Sometimes that's not so bad, but if you put something weird in there it takes you FOREVER to get it out.

Your troll tag is literaryMessiah, )o-- and you try to uzze proper zzpelling and zzyntax, and you don't honk like your brotherzz and zzizzterzz, at least not if you laugh. -->

tl;dr
Name: Kreios Meical
Age: 7.8
Blood: 430066
Lusus: seadragon
Strife: spikedmaceKind
Fetch: Spelling

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Your name is CIARAN KERRIM, and you are 9 sweeps old.

You are a relatively private person. You don't spill information about yourself to just anyone! But you are open enough that most trolls know you have a penchant for INFORMATION, TECHNOLOGY, and THE RICH. Sure, your teal blood has you relatively high on the hemospectrum, but there are some that have even more than you do, and you'd like a piece of that. Usually you get it in round about sneaky ways... get close enough to them to be able to figure out their passwords, and then you steal it from them, right under their noses. Before they can protest, you're off again. Because you're on the move a lot, you don't have a lot of friends that you see in person. This doesn't bother you that much, you're a relatively solitary person after all.

Your lusus is a massive, six-wing bird of the raptor variety... you can't really place what she is, and you don't care to. You only care that you get along well enough that she flies you around to new places once the going gets rough. You end up doing a lot of grooming in return though... THAT you could live without.

Your strife specibus is set to twinbladeKind. Why have one blade when two is better? These automatically attach to your arms, so you don't have to worry about losing them while you fight.

Your fetch modus is set to JENGA, you have to carefully take stuff out... otherwise you risk emptying your entire sylladex! Its REALLY aggravating.

Your troll tag is elusiveVignette, and yooou tend tooo draw ooout cccertain sssoooundsss, making yooour speech sooound slooow, even if yooou are definitely nooot.

tl;dr
Name: Ciaran Kerrim
Age: 9 sweeps
Blood: 00a98b
Lusus: 6 winged predatory bird
Strife: twinbladeKind
Fetch: Jenga

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Your name is CORBEN IKSAET, and you are 8 sweeps old.

You have a lot of interests, most revolve around plants. You aspire to be a BOTANIST, and you BREED YOUR OWN PLANTS, and CREATE POISONS from their extracts. You also LOVE FLARPING, since you tend to be a bit more violent than most greenbloods. You refuse to admit that you lose control, you are perfectly in control! You can stop any time. Perhaps you've ingested a little too much poison and its effecting your brain... you refuse to admit that, too though. You stopped testing on yourself a long time ago anyway. These days you prefer to catch unsuspecting victims and test out your formulas on them instead. It gives you a bit of a fluttery feeling when you see a new formula work according to plan...

You tend to be very unstable, though. You have been known to be violent even towards your matesprit, who you have an unhealthy level of affection for. You would do anything for your matesprit... or rather, you'd make him do anything for YOU. You are selfish, and no amount of denying could ever hide that. You are also incredibly possessive of your things... and your quadrantmates are considered "your things." You understand them interacting with THEIR quadrants, (so you say) but you get pretty jealous and upset if they get too friendly with strangers.

You have a power! You can heal most wounds. Bones take longer, but it can be done. This power leaves you feeling VERY dehydrated and weak whenever you use it though, so you don't like to use it on others. Afterwards you require a lot of water and some simulated sunlight. You joke that you photosynthesize like a plant.

Your lusus WAS a butterfly... a simple tiny butterfly... Butterdad was the best lusus ever, nothing anyone says could ever change your mind about that. Sadly, he was killed when a bunch of ruffians ransacked your greenhouse as revenge for one of your past violent outbursts. You found his wings and had them laminated, and now wear them as a hairpin.

Your strife specibus is set to shovelKind. You have a lot of shovels... a lot.. and you coat them all in poison, so they're a lot more dangerous than you think.

Your fetch modus is PETAL, you only have a certain amount of "petals" you can put things into, in order to get them out you have to pluck the petal... you can't put anything back in until a new petal grows. Its kind of annoying...

Your troll tag is poisonPollen, ✿ yOu start with a fLOwEr and caPitaLizE aLL Of thE LEttErs in POLLEN.

*note: Corben is part of a group of trolls based off of the phases in .hack//, he's Corbenik, which is "rebirth."

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Name: Corben Iksaet
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood: 009802
Lusus: Butterfly, deceased.
Strife: shovelKind
Fetch: Petal

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Your name is ESSIAL BEANNE, and you are a 9 sweep old limeblood.


You have an array of interests, such as dance, glass blowing, and you dabble in some martial arts... You are into glass blowing because of your power, the ability to manipulate glass, as well as sand. At first you were pretty bad at it, but now you're able to create just about anything out of glass, as long as its one piece, you can't make anything with moving parts. You do still get tired after making large things out of glass, though, since it takes a lot of energy and concentration.

You got into martial arts and dance because they're effective for protecting you from enemies. Since you tend to be on the more fragile side, you think knowing how to dodge or turn your enemy's attack against them is a good thing to know. It takes a lot out of you to practice, but over the sweeps you've gotten good enough to put up a decent fight.

Since you operate on low energy most of the time, when you haven't spent it on your more active hobbies, you enjoy things such as reading. You primarily enjoy works of fiction, but historical texts are interesting as well. Aside from that, you occasionally go out to a near by safe zone and watch the native wildlife.

Your lusus is a ram... thing. You call her Rammom, but she's more like a half-ram, half-lizard/dragon thing, the size of one of those rhino things, whatever they're called. You get along okay, she gets rowdy enough that she keeps you on your toes around the hive though, so you tend to avoid her when you're not feeling up to running.

Your strife specibus is set to staffKind. You like to keep a distance between you and your opponent, it makes it easier to escape if you need to... plus lowers the risk of actually getting hit.

Your fetch modus is jenga style, you have to be careful how you take things out or put things in... otherwise everything just falls out all over the place! Its so annoying...

Your troll tag is shatteringWaltz, and you tend tO speak with a hOllOw sOrt Of tOne.

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Name: Essial Beanne
Age: 9 sweeps
Blood:759b01
Lusus: Ram-dragon thing
Strife: staffKind
Fetch: Jenga

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Your name is FINIAN ELLIAS, and you are 7 sweeps old.

You're pretty cheery, for a lowblood anyway. You have a power that allows you to MANIPULATE SOUND, so you use that every chance you get. Mostly for mischief, but also for fun. You enjoy MUSIC, and ADVENTURE. You hate sitting still for too long, and get a little irritable if you can't go out and do things. But most of the time you're pretty upbeat, if not awkward. Well, you try to pull it off like you've got all the swag in the world, but really you're just a kid. You look up to your best friend Sharma Parviz, he took you in when you were younger, showed you the ropes, got you into deeper exploration of the nearby wilderness... You come to him for advice on things you're confused about.

Your lusus is a sort of mockingbird-magpie thing. Birddaddy is pretty strict... not that you listen to him anyway. You do whatever you want, and birddaddy is just along for the ride. Poor thing.

Your strife specibus is set to mirophoneKind. You wear a headset with a microphone attached, and the headset itself has speakers on it... This allows you to amplify your power! Because when you work with sound, what else do you need?

Your fetch modus is set to SONG. Each item has a song that goes with it... you just have to remember WHICH song.

Your troll tag is hypberactiveSoundwave, ♪ ♫ and you tend to talk really fast and forget punctuation who needs that anyway punctuation is for losers~ ♩ ♬

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Name: Finian Ellias
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: 6d3e00
Lusus: Mockingbird-magpie mix
Strife: microphoneKind
Fetch: Song

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Your name is ADESSI MARIHO and you are 8.77 sweeps old.

You are a redblood, at the bottom of the spectrum. You used to hate the spectrum, well, technically you still do, but you are much more hemoloyal than you used to be. Before, you used to give highbloods a run for their money, now, you will do as they say even if it leads to your detriment.

To start off, you enjoy few things in life. Those things being sewing, and dollmaking. You have turned them both into careers. You sew clothing for those who are interested, and make lifelike dolls for those who are looking for something a little more.

You have two powers, you are a powerful telekinetic, capable of lifting boulders and ripping trees from the earth itself. You are also a one-way telepath, you can project your thoughts onto others, but you cannot read their minds in return.

A few sweeps ago you had a matesprit and a kismesis. You were happy with said quadrants. Your kismesis was going to be conscripted, though, and as the time grew closer his behavior changed and you found that you were beginning to pity him, and hate your matesprit. The quadrant change enraged the both of them, your kismesis sewed your mouth shut and your matesprit blinded you with fire.

You weren’t capable of pitying your matesprit after that, so he decided to continue being your kismesis, but he was cruel. For one, you couldn’t even see him with your telekinesis because he was high up enough that it didn’t effect him. He used this to his advantaged and belittled, harassed and essentially abused you until you snapped. One day you killed him. You mourned the loss nonetheless, and turned him into one of your dolls which you carry with you always.

It is because of him that you’re now hemoloyal at least outwardly. You buried your past rebellious attitudes and replaced them with submission and a willingness to avoid being punished. Highbloods still scare you, especially when they use your blindness to their advantage.

You've started to relax a little bit around highbloods since gaining your new matesprit, an indigo named Sharma Parviz. You've been through a lot together, he even helped you save up enough to get new eyes. You devote yourself entirely to Sharma, perhaps a little too much... You're not sure if you can handle another kismesitude, which worries you... You don't want to end up getting culled by the drones.

Your lusus is a simple field mouse. Albeit, she's about as large as a house cat and can be rather vicious... You get along fairly well, but she mostly fends for herself and hasn’t really played a major part in your life for sweeps.

Your fetch modus is handicraft, you have to sew an item into place to get it in there, and cut it out with scissors to remove it.

As for your strife specibus, it is allocated to sewkitKind, which is a lot more dangerous than it sounds.

Your trolltag is threadbareRagdoll, ┅┅ and you speak as properly as possible, referring to everyone as Mister or Miss, especially if they are higher than you. ┅┅✖

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Name: Adessi Mariho
Age: 8.77
Blood: 5a0000
Lusus: Field mouse
Strife: sewkitKind
Fetch: Handicraft

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Your name is DESKRI MEIANN and you are 9.69 sweeps old, which equates to 21 years on some alien planet that you do not know of. You WERE anonymous for a slew of reasons, all of which you consider personal, but you’re just gonna have to suck it up and spill the beans.

First, to get the mundane out of the way… you are a freelance artist. Yep. A freelance artist. Believe it or not it works out pretty well for you. You make enough to survive and still pay for more art supplies, so it’s all good in your book. That doesn’t mean that you don’t go hungry every so often… mostly because you can’t cook. Honestly if you tried to make anything other than brownies, it would inevitably blow up in your face. You can’t even boil water. That is how bad you are at cooking.

It’s a good thing you don’t each much anyway. You sort of eat like a 3 sweep old wriggler. Brownies, noodles with cheese stuff on them, chocolates… you absolutely despise fruits and vegetables. God that stuff is awful. You’re not really a fan of meat, either. Cluckbeast is really the only kind you like. Sort of.

ANYWAY. You enjoy sleeping. A lot. You’d sleep all night and day if you could get away with it… you also enjoy singing, but you would never ever tell anyone that ever. You would probably rather be culled than admit to that. You don’t… really like a whole lot. In fact, when asked, you will probably respond that you hate everything and everyone and would rather just be alone.

Yep. Let’s get into that…

It all started a few sweeps back. You had an awesome moirail. THE BEST moirail. She gave the most wonderful advice and kept your temper in check. You also had a matesprit. You were super attached. SUPER ATTACHED. Because its impossible for you to not get super attached to your quadrantmates once you actually have them.

You were probably dropped on your head as a wriggler, so you were completely oblivious to the fact that your matesprit was utterly and completely batshit insane. Eventually you ended up having a fight with your moirail, who dumped your sorry ass because you refused to listen to her awesome advice… but when you ran to your matesprit to go cry about it… she flipped shit at you even mentioning your then ex-moirail and tried to cull you. Apparently she had decided that you were cheating on her with your moirail.

You are a complete coward and ran the fuck away. You are also rather terrified of female trolls now. They can be quite… intimidating when they want to be…
The other thing that makes you want to be alone is… really it’s multiple things. You are completely fucked up. Physically, and well… with the level of stupidity you frequently exhibit, probably mentally as well.

For one, you have a blood mutation that causes your blood to appear purple when you bleed. However when it’s tested, it registers at the very bottom of the hemospectrum. You are naturally a redblood. You do not have gills… you can’t even swim. In fact you are afraid of large bodies of water. And heights. And spiders… and… well… let’s move on.

The other thing is that your nervous system translates pain as pleasure. You are a complete masochist. Because of this you’ve developed an addiction to self harm, even if you vehemently deny it. You know its not “right” to like pain… you often have bouts of self loathing and gorge yourself on pain killers because of this. You’re not sure if your blood mutation is connected to your nervous system issue.

Despite the blood mutation, you do have a power. A rather nifty one, actually. You can manipulate the shadows that are within 2 feet of you, or are attached to you or your shadow in some way. You can do a lot of things with this, but the most notable is that when you get really freaked out and you’re fighting a lost battle, you can literally disappear into one and pop out somewhere else.

Unfortunately you are so weak after that that you usually pass out within a few minutes. Smart move, Des.

Anyway. Between your explosive quadrant shenanigans, blood mutation and nervous system issue, you do not like talking with other people. You pretty much hate everyone. ESPECIALLY trolls that are hemoloyalists. You fucking hate the hemospectrum. HATE IT. You would like to say that you are anonymous because you want to fuck the system…

But it’s really because you know you’ll be culled for being a redblood with a mutation that makes him appear to be a purpleblood. Yeah. You are so not risking THAT confrontation. Unfortunately you are now old enough that your blood is starting to show in your eyes, so you’ve given up the anonymous act.

You are not the brightest crayon in the box, if that hasn’t been made apparent already.

Moving on… your lusus is a giant purrbeast. Yes. A purrbeast. You two get along fairly well, he often gives you rides around since he’s rather big and well… you’re rather small. For a male troll, anyway. Okay, that’s a lie. You’re just small in general. Goddamn growth spurt never coming…

Your fetch modus is set to Pictionary. You just doodle whatever you want and it comes out. Yay.

Your strife specibus is set to bladekind, so you can use just about any blade… except you’re an utter wuss and wouldn’t dare fight someone head on unless you knew for sure you’d win. All hail Deskri, destroyer of wrigglers.

Your trolltag is masochistShadow, and you tend to think that quirks are tedious but so is capitalization, so you just speak in all lower case until you get pissed off.

tl;dr
Name: Deskri Meiann
Age: 9.69 sweeps
Blood: 440044 (mutant)
Lusus: Grizzly bear sized Cat
Strife: bladeKind
Fetch: Pictionary

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Your name is DEIMOS TETHYS, and you are 8 sweeps old. You have made yourself anonymous since your 5th sweep, which is only possible because anyone that knew you before is DEAD. You do not like to talk about what caused you to go anon. In fact you will straight up ignore anyone that asks.

You enjoy many things, your interests are always changing, mostly because you are an INSOMNIAC, so you spend most of your days and nights awake. Currently you enjoy ASTRONOMY, ASTROLOGY, and OBSERVING OTHERS. You also enjoy the small bouts of sleep that you get to have. As the sweeps go on, your insomnia gets worse and you often go up to a week and a half without any sleep at all. This causes WILD HALLUCINATIONS, that can make you violent.

Your lusus is a giant foxbat, but he fled the hive after one of your violent hallucinogenic outbursts almost got him killed. You mourn the loss and wish you could have said goodbye or apologized, but you have accepted the fact that he’s gone.

Your strife specibus is staffKind, your particular staff was used by your ancestor. You were one of the few lucky ones to find remnants of their ancestor’s past. You like using his staff because its convenient, and you can knock out your enemy without exposing any blood if necessary.

Your modus is a ZODIACAL WHEEL, with 24 spots available, but they are only open for a limited amount of time per day. This can be very inconvenient and requires a lot of future planning.

Your trolltag is sleepingInsomniac, and you ◎ tend to speak in a direct, yet soft spoken manner. →

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Name: Deimos Tethys
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood: 727272 (anonymous)
Lusus: Giant foxbat, deceased
Strife: staffKind
Fetch: Zodiacal wheel

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Your name is SKORIO PASIJA and you are 7 SWEEPS OLD. You are a RUST BLOOD and have had more than your FAIR SHARE of DISCRIMINATION for it. As such, you live in NERVOUS FEAR over being CULLED for the SLIGHTEST MISHAP. You have a tendency to be BOSSED AROUND A LOT. You are very WARY of everything and won't take any RISKS. Not after you were ALMOST CULLED by a HIGHBLOOD and DIDN'T GET OUT OF IT EASILY. Your JADE-BLOODED FRIEND tried to save you and you think you PITY her for BOTHERING to get herself INJURED for your SAKE. Or maybe you HATE her. But you don't THINK ABOUT IT MUCH because there's NO CHANCE ANYWAYS that a JADEBLOOD would pity or hate a RUSTBLOOD LIKE YOU. You are BLIND in the RIGHT EYE and bear TWO HOLE-SHAPED SCARS on your NECK from where the HIGHBLOOD ATTACKED you. You also have a SEVERELY DAMAGED SHOULDER that you should get a PROSTHETIC for, but you have NO MONEY for it. Most of the time you are very POLITE and RESPECTFUL, partially because you don't want to PISS ANYONE OFF. Your INTERESTS include CARD GAMES, GLASSMAKING, DETECTIVE and MYSTERY FILMS, and WRITING. You take PRIDE in your GLASSWORK and sometimes DARE to SELL it to other TROLLS to make a bit of CASH. You once made a GLASS set of CARDS, which is your PRIZED POSSESSION. You mostly play SOLITAIRE, but sometimes your LUSUS decides to HUMOR you for a couple of rounds of POKER. Speaking of your LUSUS, she is an OWL who shares a HUMBLE MOUNTAIN COTTAGE HIVE with you. She's a bit of a BITCH but you know deep in her heart SHE CARES. Somewhere in that heart. Your IDOL is TROLL SHERLOCK HOLMES and his trusty PARTNER, TROLL JOHN WATSON. Your PURPLE-BLOODED FRIEND (who you can't believe is your friend) also WATCHES with you sometimes. The FICTION you WRITE is sometimes based off of TROLL SHERLOCK, and sometimes ORIGINAL DETECTIVE 2ND-PERSON stories. Being a RUSTBLOOD, you were lucky enough to not be ROBBED of your INEVITABLE PSYCHIC ABILITIES. You have the power to SEE INTO PEOPLE'S DREAMS and MANIPULATE THEM, though you don't dare to do the LATTER POWER. You DISLIKE the HEMOSPECTRUM, being that you're at the LOWEST RUNG, but you would never say ANYTHING ABOUT IT because you don't want to GET YOUR ASS CULLED.
Your trolltag is crystalConundrum and you don't really have a quirk, rather, you try to speak politely and clearly. When you finally get around to PLAYING SGRUB with your ENIGMATIC FRIENDS, you'll take your place as the MAGE of BREATH in the LAND OF SKY AND DREAMS. Your SYMBOL is the ALCHEMIC SYMBOL for TIN, which is as AIRY as your ASPECT.

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Name: Skorio Pasija
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: Red (A10000)
Strife Specibus: Blowtorchkind
Gender: Male
Trolltag: crystalConundrum
Typing Quirk: Doesn't capitalize, otherwise normal.
Lusus: Owl
Fetch Modus: Detective—solve the mystery to find the item.
Dream Planet: Prospit
Land: Land of Sky and Dreams
Title: Mage of Breath

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Your name is NERALE VYUKTA and you are 7 SWEEPS OLD. You aspire to be the GREATEST HERO of ALL TIME. God, you LOVE SUPERHEROES, LIONHEARTS, and PROTAGONISTS of EVERY kind. Whenever you have a CONVERSATION about BOOKS or MOVIES, you NEED to know that the HERO wins in the end. You get INCREDIBLY BUMMED when they don't. But hey, that's what YOUR REDBLOOD BUDDY IS FOR. He's ALWAYS game to write you up a HAPPIER ENDING. You LOVE your CAPE and wear those RIDICULOUS GLASSES as your ALTER-EGO DISGUISE. You are a HIGHBLOOD, the HIGHEST LANDTROLL on the HEMOSPECTRUM. You also belong to the RELIGION that follows the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS and the VAST HONK, but your worship belongs more with the HEROES of your DREAMS. Your all-time favorite hero is CAPTAIN ALTERNIA, who fights for the sake of TROLLS EVERYWHERE. You want to be JUST LIKE HIM ONE DAY. You are a pretty CHILL troll when you aren't FANGIRLING over your HEROES, and you ONLY TAKE ADVANTAGE of your BLOOD COLOR when it gets you FREE COMICS. You secretly DREAD the DAY you turn 10 SWEEPS OLD and have to FULFILL your role as a SUBJUGGULATOR. You just HOPE you can convince yourself in time that it's the RIGHT THING TO DO. Among your other INTERESTS are the study of LAW, DRAWING, and EXCAVATING the BEACH your HIVE is located on for COLORFUL THINGS and NEW SIGHTS. Your LUSUS is an OCTOPUS, who lazily lounges around in the BAY outside of your TALL HIVE. He's LAZY, as previously stated, but you can TAKE CARE of YOURSELF. Around your HIVE are countless POSTERS describing your interests and a pile of SHELLS and STONES you collected throughout the sweeps. You, unfortunately, have a STRONG TENDENCY to get VIOLENT when THINGS START GOING DOWNHILL. When there's injustice, you respond with BLOODY FORCE that results in YOU being UNJUST as well. You FEAR that part of you because you DON'T WANT to end up HURTING your FRIENDS. You're often reassured that if you KILL a troll it's ALWAYS RIGHT because you're the SUBJUGGULATOR, the HIGHBLOOD, but you DON'T BELIEVE A WORD OF THAT SHIT. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is something your LUSUS actually took upon himself to ALLOCATE for you as another way for you to LIVE UP to your ROLE. Meaning, it's set to CLUBKIND, rather than SHIELDKIND, like you wanted.
Your trolltag is civilAudacity and yOu put EmpHasis On HEROism! When you finally get around to PLAYING SGRUB with your ENIGMATIC FRIENDS, you'll take your place as the ROGUE of SPACE in the LAND OF STARS and FROGS. Your SYMBOL is the ALCHEMIC SYMBOL for ARSENIC.

TL;DR:
Name: Nerale Vyukta
Age: 7 sweeps
Blood: Purple (2B0057)
Strife Specibus: Clubkind, Shieldkind
Gender: Male
Trolltag: civilAudacity
Typing Quirk: Capitalizes h, e, r, and o.
Lusus: Octopus
Fetch Modus: Color-code—organize the colors in a harmonious pattern (or a HEROIC pattern) to unlock the captchalogued item.
Dream Planet: Derse
Land: Land of Stars and Frogs
Title: Rogue of Space

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==> Be the insufferable recluse.
[|| ...That's the s|ightest bit rude, wou|dn't you agree? ||]

==> Be the lonely thespian.
[|| ...I suppose that's accurate, though it is a bit depressing. ||]

You are now ALECTO DESCOR.

As a seadweller with some of the richest VIOLET BLOOD to be found, you live deep beneath the waves in a secluded, large HIVE. You used to venture out occasionally, visiting other parts of the ocean as well as the surface, until your GIANT INKBEAST LUSUS died. He went out on a hunting expedition and never came back, leaving you completely alone at the tender age of FIVE SWEEPS. Ever since that day (one whole sweep ago, now) you have not ventured far from home, only going outside to scavenge for food. You have always been a bit of a COWARD, and losing your lusus has only made you more anxious. Being on your own is pretty lonely, and you often feel depressed.

Your hive is stuffed to the brim with BOOKS, which you've always loved- they provide a pretty good distraction from your problems. You are a bit of a SNOB when it comes to literature- you gravitate towards the CLASSICS, occasionally dabbling in some high fantasy as well. Your books have been a more constant companion than other trolls, and so your worldview has been shaped by them- you believe strongly in DESTINY, and you have a tendency to see things in BLACK AND WHITE- good and evil, right vs. wrong, that sort of thing. You are also fond of WRITING, and you dream of creating the GREAT ALTERNIAN NOVEL. Little do you know that you are actually a HORRIBLE WRITER, and the friends who have told you otherwise have done so to KEEP YOU QUIET.

Included in your massive book collection are quite a few collections of PLAYS, which you love best of all. You read the scripts, you watch performances on Grubtube, and you even do some acting yourself! You consider yourself a GREAT THESPIAN...though, to be fair, your only audience is yourself. You practice all the time though, and in truth you're a PRETTY GOOD ACTOR. Your favorite playwright is the great TROLL SHAKESPEARE, and you can (and often do) quote lines of his on the fly.

Besides your books and your plays, you have one more, slightly odd hobby- you collect FIDUSPAWN COLLECTABLE PINS. You don't play the card game, since Fiduspawn is obviously a STUPID GAME FOR GRUBS, but the pins are solely collectibles, and some of the rarer ones can be quite valuable! In truth you started collecting them as a way to connect with other trolls, completely unaware that most trolls think the collectable pins are for COMPLETE WEIRDOS. You don't care anymore, though- you think they're pretty cool, and you wear a couple of your favorites.

You deal with your loneliness by going on TROLLIAN and attempting to foster some sort of connection with the outside world. You tend to be very serious and don't have much of a sense of humor, and other trolls sometimes find you INSUFFERABLE, particularly when you start talking about books. You generally mean well, but you can be quite sarcastic and bitter to trolls that are unkind to you or to others. You are a good friend to those trolls that can deal with your ECCENTRICITIES, and you like to help out others with their problems when you can (though your lack of real social experience can make your proposed solutions a bit unrealistic). You haven't yet filled any quadrants, though it's not something you worry about too much- you figure DESTINY will guide you to the right trolls when the time is right...hopefully before you get culled.

Your STRIFE SPECIBI is bookKind, which is more-or-less useless, though one shouldn't underestimate how much getting hit in the head with a heavy book can hurt. You really aren't much of a fighter at all, though your secluded location combined with your position on the hemospectrum mean you don't have to worry much about fights. Your FETCH MODUS is the Thespian modus, which you are quite fond of- it assigns each item contained within a particular quotation from a famous play, and you must recite the line convincingly to retrieve the item. It's a great way to practice your acting, though the modus does have a habit of breaking your items if you screw up the tone of the line too badly.

Should you ever play a game with your Trollian friends- a game that will change life as you know it- you will be known as the Prince of Doom, in the Land of Tea Leaves and Manuscripts (LOTLAM).

Your trolltag is mercutiosFallacy and [|| Each sentence you write is another |ine in a story you wi|| never stop writing. ||]

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Name: Alecto Descor (Alecto: one of the Furies of Greek Mythology, charged with punishing moral crimes against other people, also sometimes thought to be a son of Pluto/Hades; Descor: derived from Discord, the main profile of Eris)
Age: 6 solar sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood Color: #650041 (Hue 320)
Quirk: Contains each sentence within a book ([|| ... ||]), replaces all l's with |
Symbol: The astrological symbol for Pluto
Trolltag: mercutiosFallacy
Dreamself: Derse
Land: Land of Tea Leaves and Manuscripts
Title: Prince of Doom
Strife Specibus: bookKind, paperFanKind
Fetch Modus: Thespian- each item is assigned a line from a play, which must be convincingly recited to retrieve the item
Abilities: Nothing out of the ordinary
Hobbies: Reading, acting, watching plays, writing (former), meeting trolls on Trollian
Hive: A huge underwater castle
Lusus: Giant Inkbeast (giant squid; deceased)
Collects: Fiduspawn Collectible Pins
Personality: Cautious, serious, a bit melancholy, snobbish, kind and helpful if he likes someone, bitter and snide if he doesn't

[complaincan]

Your name is Apsari Adelta, and you are 7.5 old. You live in a mountainous region with your Falcon Lusus, but you prefer to travel as much as you can. To you, there is nothing cooler than EXPLORING and CLIMBING and HIKING. There are still some things you enjoy about URBAN living, however, such as the closely packed buildings that you can use as your own personal PARKOUR PLAYGROUND, but your heart will forever remain in the mountains. Since you live a very physical life, your lusus is constantly reminding you to EAT PROPERLY, and to WATCH YOUR MANNERS, because you were raised in a Hive, not a cave.

Your Strife Specibus (which comes in handy when exploring) is the Pick-AxKind. Not only can you SMASH IN SKULLS or MAKE EYES EXPLODE, you can also MINE and CLIMB with it pretty easily. It's a lot easier to use than your Fetch Modus, which a friend of yours gave to you as a gag gift. With the JENGA MODUS, you have to not only ASSEMBLE the tower, but then you must DECONSTRUCT it in a particular way to get the item you want. If it falls, then all of your items are FORCED OUT.

If you were to play a CERTAIN GAME, you would end up being the SYLPH OF VOID. You would first appear in the Land of Arenas and Mist, and only NEWTS would be around to help you through your journey there until your friends showed up. You would have a final showdown with BELIAL, the DENIZEN of your Land.

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Name: Apsari Adelta
Age: 7.5 Sweeps
Blood: 01788a
Troll Tag: wanderingHeathen
Quirk: Begins things with --} and ends with {--, replaces the KS sound with X (Tsk would become tx, ask would become ax, tasks would be taxs), uses crude language.

[gestaltgirl]

==> Be the tealblood creep.
... Shouldn't you protest? be a little angry about this?



I don't s33 why, you should 3mbrace your str3ngths aft3r all.

==>Um, okay...

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Your name is Serion Khimar, you insist others call you “Serry,” and you are 8 sweeps old. Your lusus is a chimera and you two got along like a hive on fire before he was somewhat horribly disfigured in a hive fire. Incidentally you no longer use flamethrowedkind in your strife specibi. Your lusus is a triple threat with all the brains, brawn and beauty of a goat-lion-serpent, and as such you are drawn to the NUMBER THREE. You are a notorious SOCIAL CLIMBER. You love SOCIAL EVENTS, GOSSIP, TRASHY MAGAZINES AND "ROMANCE" NOVELS, having all envious eyes on you, and MEETING NEW TROLLS. You are a bit FORWARD when talking to other trolls. You like to say it “throws them off balance and gives you the upper hand,” but it could just be you are a GRABBY BITCH. You understand the necessity of new tech to social network but you secretly are confused and angered by it, you LUDDITE. You are meticulous about your APPEARANCE, and have even specially calculated how many buttons of your shirt you need to unbutton so that it will show a little skin but reserved enough to be casual and not cheap. You like to think this dedication to your looks makes you chic, and not at all INCREDIBLY VAIN.

You may only a teal blood, the lowest rung of the highbloods, but you've got a golden tongue, are good at networking, and you know the value of SECRETS—especially OTHER'S SECRETS. This works out well for you since you aspire to be an INFORMOJOURNALIST. It takes a special kind of SOPOR SLIME BALL to be an informojournalist. You have to kiss highblood ass and act especially appeasing to lowbloods in order to gather the necessary information, then go and betray the trust of those you just befriended—it typically ends in the culling of some poor gullible sod. It’s a cull or be culled world and you have no qualms with backstabbing, but you dislike FACE TO FACE confrontation (there is too high of a chance of you messing up your good looks). Yet, due to your intended career choice you know you will be making a lot of enemies. You’d like to think you could still crack skulls and look suave, you pretentious douche, so you’ve trained in canekind, and canebladekind. What you don't like to advertise is your particular interest in POISONS, and you’re SECRET TALENT with using them to play dirty.

You may be sleazy to the very core but you understand the necessity of making "allies," as such you really lucked out with your highblooded moirail. You would absolutely die if anyone found out when you first met your moirail you had flushed pity feelings for her; she is a bit of a tasteless shut-in with little to nonexistent people-skills. You do tend to complement each other, though she is a stubborn bitch.
Your fetch modus is “grapevine”, when you stick in an item your modus randomly generates certain key-words about the item that you must recite to retrieve said. The more you end up storing the more complications you have to endure; each new item pushes an old one further down the grapevine and the further down it goes the more the key-words become jumbled messes of words only tangentially related to the object. This leads you to listing off endless amounts of key-words to get any of your items. This is okay with you because you like words; boy do you like words. Sometimes you like so words so much you use an EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF SYNONYMS. You think you are WITTY, but what you say can be quite CAUSTIC. You are fond of HYPERBOLE, often describing things thrice as important as they actually are, and just Jesus man, seriously, learn to stop talking.

Your trolltag is chimericalTact and you think it is the wittiest thing.You t3nd to talk, sp3ak, and craft complicat3d stat3m3nts using draaamatic 333mphasis. To your 3mbarrasm3nt you us3d to have a bit of a lisssp as a wriggler, and you hav3 work3d hard to purg3, remov3, and 3radicat3 that from your sp33ch. Aft3r all it is important to you k33p up ap3aranc3s. It will r3occur occasionally when you are n3rvousss.

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Name: Serion Khimar
Age: 8 sweeps
Blood Color: Teal
Lusus: chimera
Modus: grapevine
Strife Specibi:canekind, canebladekind
Trolltag: chimericalTact
(Were he to play Sburb)
Land: Land of Whispers and Acid
Title: Thief of Breath
Ancestor: The Emissary

===> be the stubborn bitch blueblood

Excuse you.

==> just, just do it these jokes are lame

Fine. {{You trite asshole}}

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Your name is Loewen Iekrip, your 7.5 sweeps old. Your moirail, to your annoyance, has taken to calling you "Lolo". Your interests lie in somewhat childish things like GRUBVIDEO GAMES, TRADING CARD GAMES, and internet culture because you won't admit it but growing up is scary to you and you don't get out much anymore. You also have a great interest in MECHANICAL ENGINEERING and GADGETRY. Not robots, though, why would anyone like robots? Putting eyes on machines? That makes a perfectly good mechanism look like a sentient being! Creepy! You constantly whip up new designs for machines and fiddle with cogs and wires, running your endless CALCULATIONS. You do this so much it tends to consumes most of your time when you are not online. Engineering gives you complete CONTROL, which you like because you are a total CONTROL FREAK. Although you would never say so aloud.

You are an indigo blood, and as such you are nobility, you even live in a pretty impressive hive castle built into the side of an equally impressive mountain. Your lusus is a dignified, robust, and powerful rockwieler, and is not entirely in shape. Honestly, she’s actually getting a bit portly as she gets on in years and persists in SNOOPING in your business with her fat craggy nose. Honestly you aren’t that embarrassed by it at all, you love taking care of the aging lard pile. You swear. For a noble you have chosen a rather mediocre position to aspire to as an execugineer. This is because it will allow you to work comfortably by yourself, crafting your machines while AVOIDING INTERACTION with most people. Your profoundly AWKWARD SOCIAL SKILLS has become a bit of barrier between you and other nobles, or, in truth, any other troll besides your moirail whose unabashed nature allowed him to firmly insert himself in your pale quadrant.

You have a bit of a penchant for being a PRECISE and CURMUDGEONLY stick in the mud, who gets EASILY FRUSTRATED by things you term "incorrect." Your dedication to precision is no doubt due to your noble indigo blood upbringing, as well as your interest in creating perfectly planned out machines. Like other bluebloods you are prone to seething with intense fiery rage, but you tend to let your anger build under the surface. You are such a control freak you try to subvert your natural anger through sheer force of will, while the anger brews just beneath the surface.

You can get pretty violent when you actually allow yourself and aggressive outlet. Your strife specibus of choice is macekind. Though your specibus is NOT as well controlled as you are and often gets confused. You never know if you will pull out the mace that is aerosolized death spice that lets your foes know what pain tastes like or the mace that is a hefty ball of spikes that lets your enemies hear the beautiful chorus of their cracking bones. Your fetch modus of choice is "tectonic", which is convenient because so long as you keep the heaviest items on top, pressing all the smaller ones down, your inventory is nearly unlimited. Well, it would be convenient if you remember to balance the weights more, if you don't, or you make a mistake in your calculations, then your items tend to erupt and spew themselves everywhere. It is an unholy mess to clean up.

Your trolltag is avertedGesticulation and it suits you. Your devotion to self-control leads you to speak in short clipped sentences. It’s abrupt speech. Generally awkward. Efficient. How you like it. Occasionally. When angered. You’ll mutter under your breath. {{Oh like I would ever do such a foolhardy nookwiffly immature and slacious thing, but these predictively sophomoric trolls deserve to be hit full force with the wide end of a large transporting vehicular device.}}

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Name: Loewen Iekrip
Age: 7.5 sweeps
Blood Color: Indigo
Lusus: Rockwieler (golemn dog)
Modus: Tectonic
Strife Specibi: macekind
trolltag: avertedGesticulation
(Were she to play Sburb)
Land: Land of Blue Prints and Strata
Title: Maid of Rage
Ancestor: The Guardian