Trollslum 10: Index for fantroll profiles

**ceilingFlowershot** · 06-12-2012, 06:15 PM

>Be the crazy and manipulative troll.

Your name is MONIIA HATERI and you are a six sweeps old cobalt blooded troll.

You absolutely think that VOODOO DOLLS are the BEST MANIPULATING thing ever! Oh, yes, your job is MANIPULATOR. You think it's the absolute best JOB EVER, and you think Voodoo dolls are the best for represent this job. Sure, there are others like MIND CONTROLL, HIPNOSIS, etcetera. But Voodoo dolls are the best, because with ILLUSIONS TECNIQUES, what can you get? Not of course the pleasing of teasing the VICTIMS! You love THOSE dolls because you ARE PLEASED when you use them on people. You have a BUNCH of VOODOO DOLLS, of all the GANG. Even of your "ANCESTOR" Scorpio, and her other "ANCESTOR" friends. You must they they are only white PLUSHES with their sign on them, and it's written with the color that MATCHES THEIR BLOOD. You MUST SAY IT'S REALLY FUN! Also you think that with HER TECHNIQUES your "ANCESTOR" Scorpio is a loser. You are the BEST in this. And also, your kismesis with LOWER PEASANTRY BLOOD can say it. After all, she's your KISMESIS.

Your friends calls you an INCREDIBLY MANIPULATIVE BITCH, and you are totally proud of THIS, because you KNOW you are. But they also call you CRAZY! You just CAN'T ACCEPT THIS. Just because of your PARTICULAR SCRATCHED EYE they think you are crazy? That's inacceptable, for you. But you TRY YOUR BEST to IGNORE this comments about you, because you know they're just JEALOUS. JEALOUS of your MAJESTY and your ABILITIES they don't have like you. But you don't really care that much of them because they are STUPID and IGNORANT, so, you just use MIND CONTROLL on them. You often think how "ANCESTOR" Scorpio is so lame at these things... Also your SCAR makes you MORE cool than ever.

Talking about your scar, you don't really WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT because it's a CRUDE and RUDE story. But in short words: you was FIGHTING with your KISMESIS. Yeah, she SORT OF made you this scar you AREN'T ACTUALLY PROUD OF but oh well you have to keep it. You hide it, you don't LIKE OTHERS TO SEE IT. When that bitch made this mess in YOUR FACE you lost a lot of blood, and made your RIGHT EYE a complete disaster. You aren't BLIND or something, you can still see. Just it burns a little sometimes so it's DIFFICULT HAVING an eye reducted like this.

Speaking of wich, you really TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEMOSPECTRUM POSITION! You just live as an UPPER CLASS like fuck yes. You LOVE being an upper blood. You could not even live as a Mutant or Lowblood, but ah! You can LAUGH in the FACE of someone, because of this! And you are so pleased. You LOVE to torture Lowbloods, they must have RESPECT for UPPERBLOODS LIKE YOU, and when they don't you have the RIGHT THING. The famous VOODOO DOLL. But there there, no need to SAY WHO HAS GOTTEN THIS PUNISHEMENT. Of course you're not SADIST. Only a silly troll would be!

Your lusus is a double tailed fox, wich name is Doubletailedfoxmom. But since it's a long and boring name you call her DFOXMOM, wich is more COOL and SHORT to say. How to say, she's a bit ANTIC, she needs to LEARN you're not a GRUB ANYMORE and that your SCAR DOESN'T NEED ANYTHING THIS IMPORTANT. It's just a scar. Well, still saved and with pulsing blood inside, but it doesn't BLEED, so she can be CALM, no? By the way the only thing strange about her are her TAILS. She's just a NORMAL EARTH FOX (and GOG, the best Earth animal EVER!), but why she has TWO TAILS? At least she doesn't have problems with EARS, HEADS, and OTHERS. Anyways you LOVE her as a mom and a DAUGHETER would each other... You still argue a lot. Sometimes she BITES YOUR BACK (and it fucking hurts!) for make you LEARN A LESSON, since she says you're an EARTH DONKEY SOMETIMES. That's kind of offending, but, bluh.

Your trolltag is aggressiveManipulator and you like tO spevk in v frivOlOus wvy, becvuse yOu lOve tO be clvssy, but vlsO in v lvnguvge thvt MVKES YOU UNIQUE. ];)

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**illogicalInsomniac** · 06-13-2012, 08:07 PM

>Be the paranoid-
/insulting /AND/ erroneous//
/try again/ idiot/
/besides/ you/re only paranoid until you/re right/

>Be the cautious jadeblooded strategist. Happy?

/that/s one word for-
>GET ON WITH IT.

Your name is ORMARR SUNZIK, you’re a 7-sweep-old JADEBLOOD, and you pride yourself on your STRATEGY. Not paranoia, simply STRATEGY. You were, thankfully, never one of those SHRINKING VIOLETS. Nope. Never. But we’ll get to that later.

You have quite the interest in STRATAGEMS, especially those of the MILITARY kind, if it wasn’t obvious. This helps quite a bit when you’re FLARPING, one of your favorite pastimes. However, to your chagrin, your particular brand of careful PLANNING has gotten you labeled as a COWARD. You don’t see why. Those idiots can’t see it, but you’re just biding your time and waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

Which… takes longer than expected. But that’s not stopping you.

The CAUTION you use in your plans has also gotten you labeled as PARANOID. You hate it, but it’s actually very, very true. You simply cannot LET YOUR GUARD DOWN at any time, EVER, this makes it hard to make friends you really TRUST. It’s also worth noting that you don’t necessarily fight cleanly and honorably all the time, but so what? If it’s absolutely necessary to keep you alive, it’ll have to be good enough. Besides, as you say, cheaters never win, they just survive longer than the others.

You aspire to be a great COMMANDER in the ALTERNIAN FLEET when you grow up, although you’re not sure if it’s possible for, ahem, a lowly JADEBLOOD like you. You’re a HEMOLOYAL, but don’t mind talking to lowerbloods, if given reason to respect them.

You live in the FOREST with your lusus, an ANTLERBEAST. For an antlerbeast, though, you’re surprised at how unobservant STAGDAD can be at times. You’ve been fending for yourself for as long as you remember, using a variety of weapons. Most of these fall under SWORDKIND, and you tend to favor using a RAPIER. When not on FLARP campaigns, you’re often found playing VIDEO GAMES, but usually they’re the ones that require a bit of thought beyond “SHOOT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES.” You’re also interested in FENCING and the techniques behind it.

Your trolltag is guardedStratagem.
/you/ve been known to speak in a //pointed and vaguely threatening tone// whatever that means/ and use caps only for EMPHASIS when needed/

If you were ever to play SGRUB, you would be the PRINCE of MIND, and travel to the land of BRANCHES and CHASMS. This strange, thickly forested planet is covered in deep canyons and enormous trees connected by rope bridges, and inhabited by odd MONKEY-CONSORTS. You’ll probably consider it a good place to plan a battle.

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**Thunder Reign** · 06-15-2012, 05:15 AM

WEEKLY ROUNDUP: 15/06/12 EDITION

This week we had 14 trolls posted!

FubbalyWubbaly's seadweller Chever Stalli, M
Quiskiver's blue Theriq Scurri, M
Juggalette2XCombo's seadweller Fenius Eurvio, F
LaughingForHug's brown Alorie Faerie, F
Rai-CH's seadweller Abioye Kersey, M
Juggalette2XCombo's.... something.... Chiron Cronus, M
scalyHerpetologist's green Chamae Pumilu, F
phantasmalAlienation's yellow Advanc Custis, M
LaughingForHug's seadweller Rasrei Verbis, F
CandyLop's green Elerka Argyros, F
CrazedWormhole's green Obitus Contag, M
Finepoint's green... yellow... olive?... citron? Sisaro Laveur and our TROLL OF THE WEEK, M
ceilingFlowershot's blue Moniia Hateri, F
illogicalInsomniac's jade Ormarr Sunzik, M

Our most common blood caste was seadweller! This week had a male bias again, with eight guys to six girls.

That's all for now, folks, I'll see you in a week with another WEEKLY ROUNDUP.

**Araiss** · 06-15-2012, 04:38 PM

Your name is Mitari Guidou and you try your best to stay alive.

You have a lot of reasons to say this, one of the few being that you are a lowblood, a brownblood in particular. You are at least grateful you aren't the lowest of the low, but it is still pretty low. Because of this you occasionally will need to follow an order or two every now and again, but at least it isn't all the time. You can have a bit of an attitude at times, but you tend to be quiet and keep to yourself. You're seven sweeps old so you are still pretty young, but you know your place and way around the planet, or at least the places you visit. That can be hard sometimes though.

The only reason you really say this is because you are a klutz. You don't know why you're so klutzy, perhaps it's just a fortune of bad luck but over time become used to it, even though you are embarrassed because of it. You trip over things, run into objects, and sometimes your grip is atrocious. You really aren't coordinated at all. Because of your clumsiness one of your horns is broken due to a weapons incident with a sledgehammer. You try to learn how to not be so clumsy by trying different things, whether it is just balancing books on your head or simply watching where you walk.

Enough about your clumsiness though, the less trolls who know the better. You would rather delve into your interests. One of the few things you like to do is play video games, as that is one area that your clumsiness does not occur in. You also like archery. You know it is more of a noble highblood hobby, but you respect anyone who can shoot a bow, and you wish to do so yourself. You also like to read, the only thing you need to do is hold a book and flip a page. You also like to learn and try many different things, anything new offers excitement for you. You suppose that may be true for anyone, but you have your reasons for why you like such things.

Now you never mention it, and you aren't sure if it is true yourself, but you do have a power. It is something that is completely involuntary so you aren't able to control it. That power is replication of knowledge. You obviously can't replicate any powers, but you are slowly able to do so with skills as long as you are near someone who knows said skill. Of course you forget how to do whatever it is you were doing after the person leaves, but if you practice you can keep keep the skill. That is just like any troll who practices something, you are just able to do it like second nature when you see it in action though.

There really aren't many things left to know. You live in the mountains close to a forest, your lusus likes to spend time there a lot seeing as it is an orangutan. Your strife specibus is hammerKind. Ever since that incident you have tried to get better at using your sledgehammer, but it is mostly just for show so people don't mess with you, so instead you use a mallet to defend yourself. You use the Balance Modus, which is basically what it sounds like. You have to balance the object you want in order to obtain it.

Your trolltag is uncoordinatedTalent and “You t end to l eave your words and letter s all over the p lace.”

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**MinstrelOfInsanity** · 06-16-2012, 01:53 AM

Your name is DAARDY NAANGH and you are an extremely happy indigo blood. Nobody can tell why. Most people in your caste group would be either blood thirsty or just a bit EDGY. But not you, you are CHILL AS A DARDY CUCUMBER. You enjoy JOKING AROUND, pranks aren’t quite your thing though, you just like to give people a little FRIGHT sometimes and then chill them out with a good NANG. Nothing says chill like shouting NANG in someones face.

Your Lusus is an AQUATIC IGUANA. He usually stays out during the BURNING DAYLIGHT to catch up some heat on a rock and he gets REALLY TICKED OFF if you try to wake him up when he’s taking a nap. But sometimes you do. You care deeply for Digger. He’s the best lusus ever, Just sitting up in your hive sleeping like he hasn’t got a care in the world.

Among your other interests is FISHING. You love FISHING. You found it quite funny the day that you cast your line and dragged in a whole SEADWELLER by the fin. Being a pescatarian you don’t go out hunting. You just eat fish. But not the full blown seadweller troll type of fish, that’s just DISGUSTING. You’ll leave it to the CANNIBALS to be eating the other trolls that just ain’t your thing. You have all kinds of FISHING APPARATUS, your favourite one is your heavy line used for catching the really BIG FISH. (and by this you don’t mean Chever). It also doubles as a WEAPON should you ever need it, it can be used both as blunt force or an EXTREMELY painful whip.
Another interesting FACT about you is that you should really wear a pair of GLASSES but you don’t because they’d get DIRTY from fishing.

You don’t quite know how to pronounce longer words CORRECTLY and you tAlk like the most dero boGAN to ever live. Which ticks you right off. NANG. You don’T reAlly cAre.

Your trollian handle is halfblindTrickster.

Name: Daardy Naangh
Age: 7 Sweeps
Blood Colour: Indigo
Strife Specibus: Fishingrod Kind
Lusus: Digger (an aquatic Iguana)
Gender: male
Trollian Handle: halfblindTrickster
Quirk: Capitolises the letters NANG. He uses a lot of australian slang. (Nang means "lol im kidding" for future reference)

**OneQuarterPower** · 06-18-2012, 01:04 PM

Your name is NINUTA LEUKIN. As of today, you are 7 SWEEPS OLD.

You care very little for your APPEARANCE, which is as unkempt as your HORNS. You maintain them enough to keep them out of your way, but otherwise leave them alone. You lost a significant portion of the aforementioned horns about half a sweep ago in an UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENT, which could have ended with your death were it not for your faithful LUSUS. In order to prevent those circumstances from arising again, you have since vowed to become BETTER AT BLUDGEONING. You have a great interest in the art of FABRICATION and use a VARIETY OF MATERIALS in your work. You are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT however, and just wind up making LOTS OF BLUNT WEAPONS. Most of which are UNBELIEVABLY SHITTY, aside from a choice few which you PRACTICE WITH ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY.

You hope to one day become a good enough craftsman to join the SKULLPTORS, an elite cadre of artificers adept in manufacturing DEADLY EQUIPMENT. You think you'll more likely end up being a MAULCOP though, considering how much you like bludgeoning and all. Ever since your accident, you have also become fixated on PARTITIONING ITEMS INTO FOURTHS, and SUBSEQUENTLY REASSEMBLING THEM. You have less patience for the latter, though, which has lead to your HIVE becoming SWAMPED WITH FRACTIOUS EQUIPMENT. You might have better luck if you didn't attempt to partition them with your CLUB, but you don't have patience for talk of that, either.

Your gift for dissembling items extends to your conversations with other trolls, and you are QUICK TO POINT OUT FLAWS IN THEIR LOGIC. You occasionally try to veil your criticisms with your SCINTILLATING WIT, but fail more often than not. This generally makes you appear ABRASIVE, as well as KIND OF A DICK.

Your HIVE is sequestered in one of the ALTERNIAN MOUNTAIN RANGES. You rely on the NEARBY RIVER for food, and learned to how and what to fish from your ever trusty LUSUS. You never hunt the MUSCLEBEASTS that roam the ranges at night, or attempt to anger them in any way. That would be stupid. Who would want to do that? Nobody, that's who. You spend most of your time inside your hive, anyway. You're a busy guy, after all. When you do venture out of your hive, you rely on your PHYSICAL SKILL and your SHARP HEAD, since you lack fancy psychic powers.

Being a GREENBLOOD, you are not in imminent danger of being culled. You have a FAIRLY PRAGMATIC view of the hemospectrum, and to an extent PRESCRIBE TO ITS STANDARDS. You consider those higher blooded than you to be SUPERIOR but will not blindly follow suicidal orders, believing yourself to be more useful to highbloods alive and following instructions than dead. You enjoy DEBATING THE PROS AND CONS OF HEMOSOCIETY with those who bring the subject up.

Your LUSUS NATURAE is a TERRIFYING FOUR HEADED SCALEBEAST. He has protected you from the terrors of the mountains and guided you towards maturity on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, Hydradad lost a head defending you in the accident. He's still quite frightening, however.

Your Trolltag is aspirantFarthing and you 2pu77er 50mewha7 when y0u 5peak

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**Luxian** · 06-21-2012, 10:43 AM

Be the tea obsessed highblood-

Your name is LUXIAN ROUSET, and you have PURPLE BLOOD, making you a HIGHBLOOD. And boy, do you LOVE TEA. You are borderline OBSESSED with it. You have two separate rooms in your hive dedicated to it. You live in a mansion hive in the LAND OF LIGHTNING AND FLOOD with your GIANT BAT LUSUS who you love very much. He treats you very well, and he even taught you the secrets of ULTRASOUND AND SONAR. You are very FRIENDLY and CARING, but you have a very nasty TEMPER. You have killed a LOT of TROLLS that INSULT your FRIENDS with your handy CHAINSAW strife specibus.
Other than TEA, your other interests are MUSIC and SCIENCE. Adding to many rooms dedicated to one thing, you have a music room where you keep your ELECTRIC VIOLIN and you also have a LABORATORY dedicated to FORENSIC SCIENCE.
Your trolltag is arcticGalaxies and You speak properly with correct punctuation w/ some shortcuts and smileys and also some class~

Name: Luxian Rouset
Gender: Male
Trolltag: arcticGalaxies
Blood: Purple (slightly brighter than indigo) (RGB 84:0:16

Symbol: Rorschachs symbol from Watchmen xD
Quirk: in my signature
Moon: Prospit
Title: Knight of Doom
Land: Lightning And Flood

**Prixel** · 06-21-2012, 12:49 PM

Your name is EONOTO ARGENT, and you are a female orange-blood almost BORDERLINE OBSESSED with being POSH and FANCY. You don't consider this very ABNORMAL, as with your other HABITS and HOBBIES. Although in regards to some of your FELLOW TROLLS, it really isn't.

Your adobe is a traditional lower-class housing of your kind, although you do your best to spruce it up with a number of FANCY ITEMS. These range from arcane artifacts to TEMPORARILY OUT-OF-ORDER WATCHES. Some of your fellows claim this has risen to the point of HORDING, but you disagree. How would they know, living in the downtrodden messy poverty they do?
You have learned your uplifted ways, of course, from your very dear LUSUS. He is, in fact, a rather splendid GOLDFISH. You feel valued to have such a normally water-dwelling uptown Lusus as your own.
Most people find you rather difficult to work with, to the point of throwing such vulgar insults as PRISSY about. You, amongst other things, don't believe in this hidden wisdom many do of FRIENDSHIP. It's a silly notion at best. Somehow you still manage to have some friends anyway, but you just pretend that they're in awe of you. This self delusion isn't just limited to your social interactions, but you delude yourself that never delude yourself in the first place, and it seems to be going pretty well.

As with any of the lower-castings of your species, you have rather adept telekinetic powers. Of course, out of everything you could have, you are blessed with no more than the movement and control of LIQUIDS. This is why you always carry around a THERMOS of SCALDING TEA, and have equipped such to your strife specubi of TEA-KIND.

Following suit, your fetch modus is currently set on KETTLE-MODUS. Once you wish to retrieve an item, you set it on to "boil". Larger items take longer to "boil" and retrieve. You're not really sure why you use it, as it has been nothing but inconvenient. You settle with such however, because of how POSH you know it makes you look.

Your trolltag is muddyNoble and you speak with whatεvεr εxqµisitε charactεrs that have ticklεd yσµr fancy.

**Overlard** · 06-22-2012, 06:09 AM

> Be trapped in the past
/\/ey woah pal cool it!! yer cruisin fer a bruisin!/\/

> Be someone with "good" taste

/\/ah cut the gas already big daddy!/\/

AB sprite by Rai-CH!

Your name is Evelsi Falpre and you are SEVEN sweeps old. You've got MUSTARD BLOOD (#B2A600) and you're not at all with these odd trends of tonight.

Some may say you're stuck in the past, others might insist you're just trying to be a wretched form of hip troll. Those are the kinds of trolls you get into brawls with. You just happen to REALLY like hobbies and pastimes from sweeps long past. Your lusus, an ARMADILLO LIZARD, thinks you're just a twit who should try more to fit in, but your IDOLS would all totally suggest for you to rebel against that loser of a custodian! Yeah!

Armalizadad probably shouldn't have let you have that VINTAGE RECORDED SOUNDTRACK PLAYER if he had ever wanted to keep you more trendy, but it's far too late now. Once you first heard a song from it, you were hooked faster than a addict on some form of dangerous narcotics. You just had to know more about where this blessed music came from, and the internet was at your pudgy fingertips. Soon your hive began to FILL with an assortment of OBJECTS, ranging from posters of ROCK AND ROLL stars to STRINGED MUSIC DEVICES to velvet lined AUDIO ENHANCERS. Anybody who took issue with your odd obsessions either learned to deal with it or just called you a nerd and left. Many of them opted for the latter.

But hey, even you can't completely fixate you on dated music stars. So instead you opted to fixate on the culture of the sweeps they came from! Or whatever the culture seemed to be like from their time. Your sources on it are incredibly dodgy and vary wildly, so half the time you just make up what to act like. This seems to heavily involve drinking COPIOUS AMOUNTS of soft drink, all from one particular brand. You've even started up a collection of BOTTLES from said soft drink company, while using their odd "points" system to order even more junk to collect. Some may call you a HOARDER. You tell them to shut up. You also have an extreme fondness for SWING music and classic RUMBLES, and obviously the two go hand in hand. So much so that you've tried on repeated occasions to time a fight to music, but nobody ever follows your carefully charted choreography.

Being as painfully stuck in the past as you are, you're not quite as ANGRY or VIOLENT as your fellow trolls. This has earned you a few beatings by temperamental trolls looking for punching bags, but that's what regenerating teeth are for, right? Your more AMICABLE nature has, at least, let you earn a few more friends via the express route of not being a complete douchebag. Sure, they sometimes make fun of your habits, your hobbies, your rather small lusus, and other things, but they're FRIENDS! That's totally what friends do. At least in the movies you watched. Mutual berating always healthy! So are greased hair and leather jackets but you're not ready just yet to go that far.

Now, your position as a mustard blooded troll hasn't exactly earned you benefits. Sure, you could be lower. Which would be awful, just awful. But you'd really rather be at least a little higher up. You could afford so much more cool stuff that way! Those nobles got no idea how to REALLY spend their money, and if one of them just happens to leave their wallets unguarded.....well, your pretty sure they won't miss a few caegars. Your LOW status has also granted you a power...of a sort. It took a while to figure out, but you seem to be some sort of living battery. You can suck up the power from electrical appliances if you concentrate, then transfer the power to something else, or just give someone a nasty shock. It has become marvelously handy for yanking power from someone else's hive and injecting it into yours, thus allowing you to constantly play your beloved MUSIC at all hours. Your neighbors are not very happy about this, but they've yet to figure out it's you stealing their power.

Your strife specibus is, of course, fistKind. How else are you to get into the TOTALLY FOR FUN brawl? They certainly wouldn't tolerate you whipping out a nailboard or somesuch! Outside of those, however, you really would be happy not having to fight anyone. It's much more fun to DANCE the night away! To proper music, of course.

Your fetch modus, BOXING, plays a crucial part in keeping your skills sharp all the same! To retrieve an item, you must brutally pound a punching bag until it is deemed to be "K.O'd". The more durable the item you're trying to retrieve, the more of a beatdown the bag needs to receive! So far it hasn't caused any problems, but you never know...

If someone were to convince you to play some form of GAME, you would be the KNIGHT of LIGHT in the LAND of RHYTHM and HEAT.

Your trolltag is inveterateProwler and "/\/ya prefer a lil less fight n a lil more spark yeah!?!/\/"

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**invisibleTerrarium** · 06-22-2012, 12:36 PM

Be the weirdo in the hole.
Well, he can't be any weirder then anyone else we've seen so far. Let's give it a shot.

Your name is CAMEAN JINFAX. You have been stuck in this STUPID HOLE for six sweeps today. Due to never having a chance to really grow up outside the whole, you are quite CHILDISH and NAIVE. You take an interest in FAUNA, especially CHAMELEONS. (DARNIT, TOTALLY NINJA'D TO THE CHAMELEON THING. >:[ ) Jeez those things are cool. You don't really have many other interests because you are stuck in the... well, you know. Some idiot chucked a HUSKTOP down here two sweeps ago. You have absolutely no idea how it is NOT OUT OF BATTERY. Anyway, you discovered the wonderful world of TROLLIAN, and became friends with five other trolls. (More on them later.) You are actually down here because you were deemed TOO DANGEROUS FOR TROLL SOCIETY. Not because you're crazy-freaking-insane or anything, but you have the oddest psychic power around. Your blood is actually seadweller's purple, but you aren't a seadweller. Makes zero sense. You are able to copy the psychic abilities of others, much like a certain color changing reptile. You keep all of the abilities permanently, thus possibly making you absurdly powerful. Hence, you are in the hole. Your trolltag is invisibleTerrarium, and you always copy the quirks of your friends.
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Anyone able to sprite at all? Just tell me and I'll PM you a drawing.

Be the one with amnesia.

Your name is KHAIAN FURTAE. And with that, we have exhausted EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT YOURSELF. You vaguely remember something about a man named DOC SCRATCH, although you don't know what significance he holds. You possess the ability to TELEOPRT ANYWHERE YOU HAVE BEEN BEFORE, and again you have no clue why. It also isn't that useful at the moment, as you can't remember anywhere you've ever been except where you are right now, which is the LAND OF STEEL AND LIGHTNING. Not the greatest combo ever. You woke up here one day, the body of your lusussprite next to you. You have no idea what that is, just that it is one. You would mourn, but you REMEMBER NOTHING ABOUT HIM. You appear to have a backpack, in which there was a HUSKTOP. It has the program TROLLIAN installed, and has several friends on it. (More on them later.) Your trolltag is [COLOR="#a10000" exiledTomato, and you spe!! certa!n words !n a strange manner. [/COLOR]

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Again, if anyone can sprite, I'll Peregrine Mendicant a picture.

FOUR MORE TO GO PEOPLE
Also these other three are birdtrolls, an invention of my own, and possibly the absolute stupidest idea ever.
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN TROLLS AND BIRDTROLLS:
1. Various disgusting internal differences.
2. They aren't given last names, and names have eight letters.
3. Horns serve some purpose. (NERD STUPIDITY YEAH! I mean like random moving parts by that.)
4. Take a wild guess. They're called birdtrolls for a reason!

Be the birdtroll mechanic.
Your name is DAEDALUS. You love FLYING. You do it every single day., and you are QUITE GOOD AT IT, if you do say so yourself. Every single mechanical thing you and three of your friends own, YOU BUILT. Machines JUST MAKE SENSE to you. More sense then people, at any rate... The other two friends you have never met in person. You are usually very UPBEAT and CHEERFUL, and it takes QUITE A BIT to tick you off. Every once in a while, you will blow off some steam by KICKING BACK AND ENJOYING A WICKED ELIXIR. You don't dare tell anyone else this. You are currently working on a HUGE SECRET PROJECT OF SECRECY that will blow all of the minds. All of them. Your trolltag is triumphantMechanism, 4nd y0u t3nd 2 211p numb3r2 1nt0 y0ur 2p33c4.
SPRITERS PLZ HELP ME OUT!!!! I CAN'T SPRITE FOR MY LIFE!
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Be the emo one.
Hey! You aren't emo! You just have awful self esteem! But name plz?
Your name is PRIMROSE. You CANNOT STAND YOURSELF. From your FREAKISH DRILL HORNS to your ugly face, you just SUCK. Or at least that's what YOU THINK. Everyone is always quick to correct you, but you know they are just LYING TO CHEER YOU UP. And it USUALLY WORKS. It isn't that you can't ever be cheerful, it's just that you SUCK SO HARD. You are somewhat obsessed with PLANTS, and they are absolutely EVERYWHERE in your hive. Your trolltag is negativeOptimist, and you refuse to type the letter I and -nstead replace -t w-th a l-ttle dash. (NOTE: She is not really ugly. Just low-self-esteem-ish.)
Primrose is in dire need of spriters.
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Be the grumpy seadweller.
(yes he's a seadweller birdtroll. yes that is absurdly contradictory. no, i don't care.)
Your name is ATTILLIA. You love EXPLOSIONS! Unfortunately you were born a seadweller, so it is nigh-impossible to observe one from the safety of your HIVE. Your LUSUS WAS KILLED in a freak BOAT ACCIDENT four sweeps ago. Since then, your SANITY HAS BEEN SLIPPING. You have displayed an OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO DESTROY BOATS. You have nothing really against landdwellers, you just want them to STA Y THE FRICK OUT OF YOUR OCEAN. Your trolltag is unstableEnforcement and You enunciate your Nouns very clearly and dont type Punctuation
TL;DR

Ok, last one.

Be the one with serious issues.
Your name is WINTERIA, and you will freely admit that you do in fact HAVE ISSUES. You are a SEADWELLER BIRDTROLL, and you have an IRRATIONAL FEAR OF LEAVING THE WATER. You believe that you will DROWN IN THE AIR if you step out of the water. Of course that's NONSENSE, you just are REALLY WEIRD. But you have a bigger problem than that. Every once in a while, your ALTERNATE PERSONALITY takes over. Her name is THEISTIC. She is horrible and evil. For some reason, your BLOOD IS COBALT when YOU ARE A SEADWELLER. It makes zero sense, and you ARE NOT SURE YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY IT IS. Your trolltag is negativeOptimist, and you always trail off at the ends of your sentences... Theistic types with perfect grammar.
TL;DR

I CAN HAZ SPRITERS??????????

**Thunder Reign** · 06-22-2012, 12:39 PM

WEEKLY ROUNDUP: 22/06/12 EDITION

This week we had 10 trolls posted!

Araiss's brown Mitari Guidou, F
MinstrelOfInsanity's indigo Daardy Naangh, M
Hpboy7's red Zaalek Cardis, M
Hpboy7's teal Naazek Loscus, F
Hpboy7's blue Yangre Reshir, M
Hpboy7's red Yinram Kromez, F
OneQuarterPower's green Ninuta Leukin, M
Luxian's indigo Luxian Rouset, M
Prixel's orange Eonoto Argent, F, and our TROLL OF THE WEEK
Overlard's yellow Evelsi Falpre, M

Our most common blood caste was indigo! This week had a male bias YET AGAIN, with six guys to four girls.

That's all for now, folks, I'll see you in a week with another WEEKLY ROUNDUP.

**scalyHerpetologist** · 06-22-2012, 08:45 PM

Yay I have another one

==> Be the awesome lady killer

Hell yeah! Just take it easy on the whole lady killer thing. It’s not nice to kill good madams.
Your name is DIVNIE SVANIR, and you are 8 sweeps old. You enjoy being AWESOME. You’re so awesome that you can wear a different shirt color than the other trolls. You are also a highblood, and that friggin’ rocks. You have INDIGO blood, so that puts you pretty high above the other trolls you know. Some of them at least. But you’re the coolest out of all of them, so that’s good. And to top it off, you have ONE BLIND EYE that was pecked out, so you wear sweet shades with only one lens.
Looks like your lusus SWANDAD is poking his head out from the door to his nesting room. He’s a two-beaked swan, but he’s extremely manly, you swear. The ladies like Swandad, and Swandad picks up a lot of chicks. Every day, he goes out to look for other swans of his kind, and always returns with a bunch of eggs. With the bounty of eggs, you decided to put them to use as weapons, making you weilder of the EGGKIND strife specibus. You have no idea where that guy gets these things from, or how they appeared to him.
You like many things and have a variety of INTERESTS. Besides BEING AWESOME, you enjoy TROLLING the hell out of your friends on your Trollian. And by trolling, we mean TELLING THEM HOW AWESOME YOU ARE. You also like DANCING, because it shows masculinity in your mind. You also enjoy SPINNING YOUR TURNTABLES, and you’re pretty good at it. You want to be a DJ for a living.
You think you’re THE BEST. There is no one else higher than you as far as looks, riches, or whatever goes. Sure, the three trolls higher than you have a bit more, but you still think you are SUPERIOR. You have NO CLUE about the whole caste system thing. All you know is that you’re really high on it. You also tend to RUSH INTO SITUATIONS, rather than standing back and thinking first. Thinking is for losers.
Your trolltag is dauntingFalconeri, and you type !!!with empha2i2 and p< >wer... None of your quadrants are filled, but THEY WILL BE SOON, you know it! On SGRUB, your land is the LAND OF BIRDS AND MAGMA. Your God Tier title is the ROGUE OF LIFE. Your ancestor was believed to be known as THE IMPUDENS. He was just....well, AWESOME.

**Lovenu** · 06-23-2012, 02:53 PM

(Hi! This is my first post!)

Be the finicky chicken girl

Name: Petela Gallus
Age: Roughly 7 sweeps
Blood: Yellow (#CFB53B)
Powers: Keen perception, though not to a future-telling level. Basically she's really good at not being tricked and can organize things on an almost microscopic level
Lusus:

Strife Specibi: PISTOLKIND
Fetch Modus: Egg (Has to crack open cards to retrieve items)
Trolltag: astuteJunglefowl
Quirk: Places a '3B>' in front of all of her sentences. Otherwise has proper grammar and punctuation. Makes lame chicken/egg/bird puns (see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F825cdwotdM )
Title: Maid of Space
Land: Land of Pears and Frogs (LOPAF)

Your name is PETELA GALLUS

You are about 7 sweeps old.

You enjoy anything that is ELEGANT or CLASSY. You live with your DELICIOUS CLUCKBEAST lusus who is named LADY PECKINGHEN. She lays many eggs which you have come to DESPISE over the sweeps as they seem to be the only thing she'll let you eat. Despite your yellow blood you like to think of yourself as PRETTY CULTURED. You have a pretty mild personality and you pay your respects to highbloods. Very rarely do you step outside comfort zones and you tend to be a very cautious person. Even, dare I say... A bit chicken.

You also suffer from severe OCD. You must constantly keep things ORGANIZED or else you will have nervous breakdowns. You have a deep passion for things that are ROUTINE and it tends to annoy EVERYONE. You also like to keep yourself well groomed and well dressed as that is what CLEAN and TIDY trolls do. You can be frustrating to impatient people, even though you yourself are quite impatient as well. You do not like it when things are off-task and organization is a key component to your personality.

However, you have one of the keenest senses of PERCEPTION out of any troll. You can sense things you like to call BAD VIBES. You are so perceptive that you keep your dust and dirt organized in specific PATTERNS. Considering your yellow blood, this is a PRETTY LAME psychic power.

Your trolltag is astuteJunglefowl and you 3B> Tend to put a chicken face in front of everything you say. You also speak in an incredibly classy way and always have perfect grammar. However, you have a habit of making bad egg and chicken related puns.

You are OBSESSIVE TO THE POINT OF IT BEING UNBEARABLE when it comes to cleanliness. Cleaning is your favorite HOBBY. If something is DIRTY you will CLEAN THE HELL OUT OF IT. In fact, cleaning is your favorite pastime as well and you do it for fun.

Aside from your cleaning you also enjoy FARMING wheat and then BAKING it. You like to think of yourself as a pretty good farmer/baker... When LADY PECKINGHEN isn't eating all of the seeds. You often share this food with your other LOWBLOOD friends.

Other Pictures of her:
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...belgunkind.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...elsketches.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...riaanpetel.jpg (Forgot the 'a' at the end of her name, also ignore the big scary seadweller, more info on her later)

**Lovenu** · 06-23-2012, 06:25 PM

Be the intimidating soldier girl

Name: Charia Arodon
Age: 8 Sweeps
Blood: Purple (#AF45E0)
Powers: Rows of sharp, serrated teeth she can use to tear, an extensive background of weapon and fighting training
Lusus:

Strife Specibi: HARPOONKIND
Fetch Modus: Armory Modus (Has to pull out her armory a la midnight crew before she can use her cards, making her vulnerable)
Trolltag: greatCarcharodon
Quirk: She begins her words in all-caps but alternates between low-caps and all-caps as she continues to speak. She also surrounds everything she says in quotation marks.
Title: Witch of Blood
Land: Land of Teeth and Iron (LOTAI)

Your name is CHARIA ARODON

You are 8 sweeps old.

You are a SEADWELLING troll that lives in a GIANT CAVE under the ocean with your lusus RIPTIDE who happens to be a SEADWELLING RIPBEAST. You sometimes EAT OTHER TROLLS but not as often as you make it out to be. You must keep RIPTIDE well fed with trolls of all bloodcolors or she will EAT YOU. Luckily you've seem to have done a good job of making it this far!

Your interests include THE MILITARY and HONOR. You also enjoy wearing lots of ARMOR and carrying around WEAPONS despite your ROWS AND ROWS OF SERRATED TEETH which could work just as well. You also enjoy SHIPS.... No not those kind... You're talking about BATTLESHIPS!

You hope to one day become a ROYAL GUARD for the Empress. You would DIE VIOLENTLY AND HORRIBLY for your planet and your people.

You do not like TREE-HUGGERS as they are too PEACEFUL for you to cope with. You also hate being OUT OF THE WATER because you are HORRIBLY AWKWARD on land.

Your cave is littered with the BONES AND ORGANS OF YOUR PREY.

You love to BATTLE and you also love trolls that can duel you with HONOR. You also have something of a LUST for VIOLENCE AND BLOOD. However you are quite good at keeping your composure and retaining your manners... For the most part. TEETH also turn you on. And BITING... Some PRAY for whatever poor souls will end up in your QUADRANTS.

Your trollhandle is greatCarcharodon and You "SPEAK in A manner THAT is VERY forceful. IT is ALSO quite HONORABLE though. PERHAPS you WILL be QUOTED someday."

((Charia is a seadwelling troll who was left a message from her ancestor bestowed upon her by her lusus. The message explained that the Arodons were high class soldiers in the royal’s armies and that she must carry on her duties. Since she can remember, she has been training and killing to gain the royal’s approval and join the ranks of the soldiers once she becomes of age. She has lived in the ocean all her life and has yet to set foot on land. She resides in a large underwater cave, filled to the brim with the bones and detriment of the lusii and trolls she and her lusus have killed and eaten. She is feared by many in the ocean and is well known for her violent tendencies. Her ancestor was dubbed the Insatiable, Charia knows much about her due to the letters she left.

Charia is the model soldier. She is steadfastly loyal, incredibly well versed in military protocol and she can remove emotional attachment very quickly. In fact, she often feasts on members of her own species if food supply is low. That and she must keep her lusus well fed with other lusii and trolls in case it one day decides to eat her. She enjoys confrontation and battling so she can tell who to respect and who is expendable. She is very brash and brave in nature, and doesn’t care what she says. She salutes both highbloods and lowbloods due to the fact they both have different militaristic uses. She becomes panicked if on land for too long and carries around a spray bottle to calm her nerves. She is much more awkward on land than she is in the water, which gives a lot of land dwellers the upper hand. A fact she’s very well aware of.))

Other Pictures of her:
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...riaanpetel.jpg (That other one is Petela)
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/20...on-d41q7tt.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...erealldead.jpg
http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a1...ariaimages.jpg

**Juggalette2Xcombo** · 06-23-2012, 07:45 PM

==> Be dark and mysterious

Your name is… well you call yourself Spectre and it’s the only name you are going to know, you are 8.77 sweeps old and you live as a nomad does finding little places to sleep in fitful nightmares when you are tired.
You used to have a home and a lusus to tuck you into your racoperacoon and read you stories… but that was long ago when you were whole, unfortunately the lusus ran away when the drones came for you and you haven’t seen the hermit since.
That day you died and Spectre was born and you crawled through the hatching like a grub and survived… some might say it was a miracle; not like you’d let anyone know though.
You’re reaching the age where trolls join the fleet and venture into space but I highly doubt that they would accept you, one look at your face and you would be tossed to the drones. Again.
Again as in it has happened before, in a different situation, you foolishly allowed someone to know your secret and you payed dearly… but not as dearly as they are when you find them again.
Before things changed you were terribly fascinated by super like beings who would look after and protect the good Samaritans, like you, your lusus used to go all click when he saw you drawing them, he was a sceptic. Now considering your currant get up you fancy yourself a kind of real life protector.
THROUGH SPACE AND BEYOND!
You have already saved someone too, from a burning building none the less.
She also doesn’t have a name and is in the same boat as you, you’re kind of like a crime fighting team of sorts… although the only crime you have been trying to fight is the injustice of an empty belly and getting your head knocked off.
After saving the girl and then saving her again with the tending to her wounds with your medical skills honed on the road, you found out that she had a knack for robotics and in Samaritan gratitude she made you some gauntlets to cover up your slightly disabled hands she also made you a new leg and a matching boot.
You think that you are in a moirailship with her but you can’t really tell, crime is easier to understand than feelings or infeelings.
She has also made you a tail so that you can swing around and sneak into the roofs like a laughssassin on a mission or a ghost… I guess that’s why you call yourself spectre.

NAME: Spectre (nickname)
AGE:8.77 sweeps
GENDER: male
BLOOD COLOUR: anon
TROLLTAG: spectralNomad
QUIRK: you place a \ at the end on every word and really emphasis your I's
STRIFE SPECIBUS: robot-kind
LUSUS: hermit crab (ran away)
QUADRANTS: moirail-???

**AnonymousPerson** · 06-24-2012, 02:51 AM

NAME: Siren (nickname)
AGE: 8 sweeps
GENDER: female
BLOOD COLOUR: anon
TROLLTAG: N\A
QUIRK: She has 'o-o' at the end of her sentances, having her eyes and any emotion she cannot show because of her robot parts 'i am siren o-o'
STRIFE SPECIBUS: robotarm-kind
LUSUS: worm pig (unknown)
QUADRANTS: moirail-Spectre

**Wyde** · 06-24-2012, 02:49 PM

(Good lord, when will I stop tweaking this argh)

==>Be the challenger

Your name is SENSUS CYSARA.

You find the ideas of FIGHTS and WRESTLING lots and LOTS of fun. You're NOT ALL THAT GREAT at it because you don't get much PRACTICE with other trolls, what with your hive being out in the WILD away from most other possible enthusiasts. You are therefore often on TROLLIAN, looking out for trolls boasting about their PHYSICAL STRENGTH, in case there's a chance you could set a date to TAKE THEM ON and see how you fare! You attribute the fact that you haven't been KILLED yet down to CHOOSING OPPONENTS CAREFULLY and MAKING DEALS; you have a LOT of spare time to bargain with for SELF-PRESERVATION'S SAKE. Your sporadic challenges also allow you time to GROW BACK SMASHED TEETH, but even now you always have at least a few MISSING. You're SELF-CONSCIOUS of the WHISTLING you make when you speak because of this; so much you even dislike SAYING YOUR OWN NAME!

You hive is a WOODEN LODGE. It looks PRETTY BORING, but STURDY enough to endure the INTENSE WEATHER and FAUNA surrounding it. Your best source of company is your LUSUS, which happens to be a FLAPTOR: some sort of FEATHERY, SCALY WINGED CREATURE you guess. He's not of impressive size, but he's been an INVALUABLE SOURCE OF SUPPORT for longer than you can remember, keeping you from getting DEPRESSED and stuff with it's cheerful and encouraging ROARY SQUAWKING. Well, YOU know when it's cheerful, anyway.

Because you want to get better at CLOSE QUARTERS, your hobbies chiefly revolve around GETTING EVEN TOUGHER. To toughen yourself up, you have taken up all sorts of personal habits as part of of your TRAINING REGIMEN, such as making regular use of your IMPROVISED EXERCISING DOODADS, exploring Alternia BAREFOOT and tangling with WILD BEASTS in all sorts of ways with your versatile ROPEKIND strife specibus. Doing stuff like this for a few sweeps means you're HARDY enough to try something like JOGGING IN A THUNDERSTORM or SKIPPING ACROSS HOT COALS like a BADASS, and possibly SUCCEED.

Your FETCH MODUS is well suited to a BUDDING FIGHTER such as yourself. You store and extract items from your DUMMY modus, with items randomly logging themselves into different parts of a CURIOUSLY TROLL-SHAPED index. You retrieve items by choosing what to do with the body part equivalent to get it to respond, eg. KICK the GROIN. If you've stored something DELICATE, you hope you only have to PINCH a TOE or something: you'd rather not UPPERCUT another GLASS LANTERN out of your sylladex.

Like some lowbloods, you possess innate PSYCHIC POWER, with your gift being EMPATHY. Sadly, it has caused you problems, because most trolls are usually full of HORRIBLE, NEGATIVE FEELINGS, and you had NO WAY of stopping their EMOTIONAL CRAP from noisily BOMBARDING YOUR THINKPAN from MILES AROUND when you were young. STRONG-MINDED HIGHBLOODS unwittingly bludgeoned the importance of the HEMOSPECTRUM into your view on the world in this way, making you EXTREMELY CONSCIOUS of how well you act and present yourself around HIGHER BLOOD CASTES: consequently, pretty much EVERYBODY. On the plus side, however, introducing PLENTY OF PHYSICAL TENSION into your everyday life seems to help SUPPRESS your powers; now you only experience strong readings through SKIN CONTACT, and that obviously takes a BUTTLOAD off of your mind.

You suspect the ability to share your opponent's EXCITEMENT and BLOODLUST in the heat of battle might be why you enjoy getting your MUDDY HANDS on other trolls in fights. You think you have even WAXED BLACK for some opponents in the past as a result of those connections, but you hadn't thought about enlisting SUITORS this way until recently. May as well think of these things LONG before COLLECTION DAY, right?

Your trolltag is temperedUnderling. You're well s_poken, in s_pite of broken teeth causing a s_light s_peech impediment. It ;annoys; you, but you're too fond of making good impressions to dare let that on. =F

TL;DR

**Flamerider64** · 06-24-2012, 03:20 PM

(The following troll has been around for a great deal of time. This profile is more or less directly taken from her profile in the "Changes" Roleplay. Which isn't really cooking up much of a storm right now.)

I^ hope^ I'm- in- the^ right- place^.

Your name is Litmen Akwenn, and you have a heck of a past behind you. On first glance, your unassuming smile and posture wouldn't connote that anything rough has ever happened to you, but you've been rendered seperated from your partners as you escaped an otherwise endless struggle.
It is because of this struggle that you fancy yourself one thing, an enemy to all highbloods of a tyrannical nature.
You should probably stress the specifics, we're talking non-seadweller types, and you know what's best for your own sake, you wouldn't absolutely take one on outright unless it was clear that was something you wanted, or even needed, to do. You just hate them enough to do it without hesitation.
You wouldn't underestimate a fighter, but with all the experience under your belt, you are yourself a decent blade swinger.
You also may (given the universe version) have a rather run-of-the-mill psychic power, in that you can create hexagonal barriers. Unfortunately, you can only make small ones at this stage, but they make okay hand-shields.

The mishap goes something like this, you and a bunch of other trolls whom you grew a close bond to often did FLARPing together, like young trolls would do, forming amongst thick and thin. You ran into a group of highblooded trolls, who weren't notorious, but wanted to be notorious, and wanted to start a murderous streak and rule what they could by fear. You weren't the brightest of bulbs at the time, and came close to them under the guise of a friendly FLARP session, which turned out to be a hunt.
You stayed well and truly alive, by fighting and by hiding. Eventually, you overcame your desire to help your allies to the end, and ran with the burden of guilt feeling like a chained boulder.
Thankfully, your hive proved to be a place far away enough and yet unknown by them, and you took the liberty of retreating back to your owl lusus with all the shame on your shoulders. You can't say for sure where your fellows are now, and if they are even still in the land of the living. You know for certain they haven't contacted you, but not why that is.

On the calmer side of things, professions of yours include playing both Violins and Pianos,
something encouraged by your owl lusus, as owls do apparently. As said before, you are also a very much experienced fighter with Bladekind, though whether you're good is up in the air to judgement.
You also fancy yourself to be the well read type, with at least a few good shelves of books kicking about, again, by the influence of your lusus. In general, you seem quite collected and intelligent, your posture and mannerisms are indicative of that.
If the costume looks wierd, don't ask about it, it's an odd attachment you might have picked up from 'the experience', as it were. You can't explain it, no one really can. You do have more casual and supposedly practical attire, should the need arise.

In other news, your modus is the Slideboard type. The cards, and the items within them, manifest themselves as sliding blocks on a flat plane, and getting an item requires moving it to a particular spot outside of the board. It gets harder the more shit you carry, because of all the other things you have to move out of the way just to get an item you want out. You never said the blocks were cubes by the way, just implied they were 3D shapes of a square cornered nature.
You live life the simply way, your lusus hunts food, gives you a share, maybe you go out and hunt some stuff too, it's all good. No need to worry about that highblood arrogance when you're sitting inside, you're not all afraid to go out, but you are a tad cautious, especially in areas of considerable population.

Your trolltag is wisdomWisher and you^ categorize^ the^ letters- at- the^ end- of- words- based- on- their- nature^, certainly^.

TL;DR?

**Jarzii** · 06-24-2012, 09:03 PM

==> Be the spacy prick.
Hnhnhn... O~kay.
==> Fine be th- wait. You're actually okay with that? Okay, be the spacy prick who's apparently okay with everything.
No~t everything.
==> Whatever. Let's just keep this moving.

Your name is AERAKI RAPHIS, and as previously stated, you're spacy, and your attention tends to wander easily, and often. For instance, someone could be talking to you and you'll just lose interest, and while appearing to still be listening, instead switch your attention to something in the background. The same goes for what can be called your HOBBIES. Most things that you try, you'll get bored with half way, and just drop them. You've done this with many things, but a few that have stuck include ORIGAMI, HANG GLIDING, EXTREME SPACE STARING, and 'TREASURE HUNTING' IN OTHER TROLLS HIVES. The other two are better explained later but, with origami your reason for liking it is because it's something that, for whatever reason, holds your attention better than anything. It also helps to calm you, because it's the only thing you do that holds your attention so well without getting you worked up, and excited.
As for 'TREASURE HUNTING', you don't very much care for what you find. It's finding it that you love. Taking something from another troll without their knowing, the risk of being caught, all of it gives you SUCH A RUSH. Of course, if you find later that they seem thoroughly devastated, you'll return what ever you stole, usually after watching them squirm first of course.
Though you have occasionally been commissioned to gather 'shiny things' by a certain VIOLENT SEADWELLER. And by commissioned, you mean threatened.

Your hive is situated scenically atop a sea side cliff, with a perpetual storm overhead. It is a lovely GOTHIC CATHEADRAL, that you love to sit on the highest point of and stare out across the sea, and EXTREME SPACE STARE. You enjoy this hobbie, because it's one of the few times when you don't have to focus on anything, or pretend like you're paying attention to anyone. You can just let your mind soar free to whatever oddities it wants.

As for HANG GLIDING, you get from your lusus - a serpentine wyvern, who taught you the joys of soaring through the air, as well as 'TREASURE HUNTING.' Though, unlike you, your lusus never returns what it takes, because as a breed of dragon, it collects riches, and hoards them. Though, less so than other breeds. (Imperfect example of Lusus>

Due to the nature of your hobbies, SNEAKING THROUGH TROLLS HIVES IN SEARCH OF TREASURES, SOARING THROUGH THE SKY, and CLIMBING TO YOUR EXTREME SPACE STAREING POINT, you're quite agile, and have a general tendancy to move quietly without even trying.

By this point you may be wondering about the COAT. Well. It's more than just a stupid fashion statement, though it mostly is. For starters, it's one of your few prized possessions in this world. It also serves practical purposes, such as giving strife specibus more versatility, and giving you more places to stash smaller treasures for quicker, easier retrieval.
It is also designed to be well suited for your HOBBY OF THIEVING. Did you say thieving? Oh well, who are you trying to fool, anyway?
For example; say you were hanging upside down, or horizontally, there are clips on the inside of your coat along the belt that clip onto the belt loops of your pants, and the mechanics of the bands below that keep your coat from falling down, for the sake of hiding.

Your Strife Specibus is HIDNBLDEKIND, which fits nearly anything with an edge, as long as you can tactfully hide it on your person, so as not to show. While this does include a hand full of smaller, possibly throwable weapons, your main weapons of choice are two retractable arm blades that sit on top of your forearms, coming out over your wrists, and are dual-sectioned. This means the first half comes out of the sheathe and the second half comes out of the first, with each half a bit shorter then your forearms. The second halves end in a diagonal third edge, as opposed to the blades converging to form a point.

Your Fetch Modus is Lock & Key. When you stash an item, it creates a safe in your modus, and a key within the world, within roughly 2.5 miles. The safes must be removed from your modus in order to retrieve the items, and cannot be returned to the modus after being dropped. There is also a hint on the safe, as to where the key was spawned in the form of a riddle - however, you usually just forget about the key and use your SKELETON KEYS, which are actually a pair of gloves designed to pick any lock your modus can generate. And when you cheat your modus in this way, it destroys the key when the safe is opened. Also, you're VERY careful never to stash your SKELETON KEYS, because due to them fitting into a special catagory within your modus, they would be virtually irretrievable.

Your trolltage is casualBurglary, and yo~u exhale wi~th every first vo~wel of every fi~rst, or third wo~rd in a se~ntence.

TL;DR

**FubbalyWubbaly** · 06-25-2012, 08:34 AM

Your name is Jezima Derika

You are a quaint young lady with a strange interest in CLOCKS and HOW THEY WORK. You tend to decorate your hive with cogs and springs from various clocks you have found over time. You even carry around a POCKET WATCH, which you treasure dearly.
You tend to be a little obsessed in finding out HOW THINGS WORK and will think so deep into the topic, you often zone out and forget where you are or who you were talking to.
You are also quite the artist as you like to spend your time drawing about your characters that you use for CHAT ROLE-PLAYING. at times you wish you could become those characters, because they lead such an awesome life compared to your lonely, boring life... such childish dreams for one who is nearly an adult.

You can be quite sensitive at times but usually you are found with a SMILE plastered across your face. your pals (which is hardly any pals at all) often describe you as cheerful and positive, but deep down, at times, you can almost be the exact opposite. You love to chat and you could almost talk THE LEGS OFF A TABLE!
Your odd, but useful, psychic ability allows you to control clocks and the presence of time itself, but only for a short moment before you pass out from the sheer strain. You seem to take a liking to skinny jeans as it makes you appear more taller since you are only 5 feet and 4 inches tall, and they make you look less chubbier too.
You fight using the very long chain of your POCKET WATCH, which you keep mostly concealed in your jeans pocket. You are quite handy with that chain and it has saved you from some crippling accidents in the past. When it come to fighting, you tend to stand your ground and fight until you can fight no more, which isn't usually a very good idea but you're terrible at absconding.

Your hive is a scruffy looking suburban dwelling, surrounded by neighbouring hives. Its pretty messy but you try to keep it as tidy as possible.. mostly because your LUSUS is always on your back about being neat and tidy.
Speaking of your LUSUS, She is a large dog-tiger called SKIVVERP. She is always hassling you about keeping your hive tidy, about which friends you should hang out with and she can be a big grump sometimes. On her brighter days, she often takes you out of the hive and on fun trips through nearby bush lands for a bit of exploration. You always make sure you're always wearing comfortable footwear for those explorations

You honestly don't give much thought of the Hemospectrum, though you don't exactly like engaging in conversation with the SEADWELLERS... they're just a bunch of snobs. you can be a little rebellious at times towards the higher caste, but you've had so many close calls with them, you found its best not to mess with the system and now days, you just do as your told... sometimes.

Your Troll Tag is lonelytimeCrafter[LT] and you tend to stttuttter øn yøur TTT's and shøw øff yøur pøckettt watttch

Some Info on her (eg. blood colour, strife specibus ect ect)

**Majora787** · 06-26-2012, 05:02 PM

======> Be the DARK LORD.

The one and only, the master of mirthful shadows that shall paint the wicked miracles and herald the coming of the mirthful messiahs... Ha, you wish.

You'll just be CRIGER ZAENOK instead. You guess you can settle for that.

But one day, you will become an all-powerful dark lord. You are not entirely sure how you will go about this, but you're working on it. In the meantime you will occupy yourself with your INTERESTS, which all play a vital role in making you into the GREATEST SUBJUGGLATOR ON ALTERNIA. For as long as you can tell, you've had a great interest in DOMINATING, SUBJUGGLATING, AND ERADICATING THE WEAK. Alternia is no place for grubs, and you demand it stay that way. But you're not some LAZY ROYAL or anything; You're more than willing to CLEANSE ALTERNIA OF THE WEAK with your own hands. Or, rather, guns. As wonderful as it is to watch the COLORFUL MIRACLES flow from slit throats and removed limbs, guns are simply classier and more efficient for killing. You think, anyway. You normally wouldn't care about being classy, you suppose, but you are locked in an ENDLESS CONTEST OF ONE-UPMANSHIP with your kismesis. You may not be his, but he is certaintly yours, and your opinion on the matter is the only opinion. This contest has led to you dressing MORE FANCILY than you would have ever bothered to, to opt to the much classier COIN FLIP FETCH MODUS, and to pick up the classiest of all weapons, DUAL REVOLVERS.

You have even gone so far as to wear your ANCESTOR'S INTIMIDATING SPECTACLES OF UNTOLD MIRTH. Even though they were broken and dusty in a decrepit chest buried on the shore, they are far superior to your kismesis' stupid orange pointy sunglasses. Your ancestor tought you a lot about the secrets behind the mirthful messiahs and the imminent dark carnival. Within his teachings, a very prominent factor was the number 4. After reading through all of his teachings, you have come to very much enjoy the number four. Not only does it stand independent and unique from other numbers, in some circles, four is considered unlucky. Many think it's just superstition, but you think otherwise.

As time consuming as the black quadrant and killing people can very well be, you always have things to keep yourself busy in case you decide to mix things up. You FREQUENTLY RESTYLE YOUR FACE PAINT, a thing which nets you many snarky and condescending remarks. You tend to NOT TAKE THEIR BULLSHIT. There is more than likely only ONE TROLL who you would tolerate being condescending to you. The other Subjugglators tend to not care, because NOT CARING is one of the first things they teach you how to do in subjugglator camp. Well, not really; caring just gets you culled. Besides, you have a more impressive track record than a lot of subjugglators you know anyway. They are in no position to mock you, you think.

You tend to not involve yourself with the mundane activities of lower castes that pass for entertainment. Most of the rooms in your AMAZING CASTLE OF DARKNESS go unused, simply because you do nothing but eat and sleep in it. And oftentimes, you're not even eating there. Your DRAGONFLY LUSUS doesn't use the castle at all even. For the most part, it just goes out to hunt for itself and then may or may not crash on the roof. LOUSY BUM CUSTODIAN. You probably would have butchered the stupid bug by now, if you didn't run by STRICT MORAL GUIDELINES. You repay all of your debts, and you owe your lusus your life, even if it is a serious dampener on your mirth.

The only other thing you ever do in your castle is harrass your kismesis and his friends. You harrass them surprisingly frequently, for a variety of things. You will make fun of their stupid swill they call blood, make fun of the way they type, make fun of their no doubt inferior lusii, and you especially enjoy spiting them violently for being nonbelievers. It's like your ancestor would say, "The nonbelievers must die. And if you do not believe in this, you must die with them." ... Or at least, that's what the history books said. And your ancestor seems like a pretty BADASS DUDE. So it's probably legit. Many of the lowbloods who lack adequate mirth would block you often, but you can usually blackmail them into unblocking you and leave them alone until they have calmed down enough for more self-amusement. And whenever that hasn't worked, you've always been able to bait your kismesis into abusing his hacker miracle making for you with half-empty promises of leaving him alone.

Your trolltag is flayingMessiah, and |-|0/\/|< You begin and end with the VAST H_NK, type with EMPHASIS, cuts _ut the emptiness, and replace certain w_rds with 4. |-|0/\/|<

**unqualifiedParadoixer** · 06-27-2012, 08:10 PM

{I will edit this as her character develops, because it would be unfair to leave her a half-finished Idea here while she is fully finished in play.}
> Be the lonely Child
ᛟ i am nOt really a child, thOugh i dO nOt wish tO grOw up. ᛟ
> Be the lonely teen, then
ᛟ gOOd. ᛟ

Your name is Othila Spinel. And you are about seven sweeps old, though you act younger.

You really don't see how blood color matters, though you keep this to yourself. You rarely get mad and when you do, you generally forget it the next time anything moves. You are fairly flighty, much like your lusus, whom you affectionately call RoosDad.

You cannot keep a single thought inside your head. If a thought goes through your mind, it generally comes out your mouth.

You really do not like fighting, but you have FISTKIND and FOOTKIND to assist you if you ever need to. You use the Easter Egg modus, and as such have become pretty good at games of chance.

You love your bow! It is in the most pretty color you have ever seen, though you tell most people it is your constant nod to Her Imperious Condescension. You love all shades of pink and purple, just Tyrian the best.

Your ancestor's name is the innOcent, not that you would know that. You have heard far too much about other indigo blood troll's ancestors and are scared that yours would turn out to be just as vicious, in which case you would be a disappointment as you can't see yourself hurting a fly.

You feel rather lonely, lately. Maybe it is because most of your friends were older than you and have left the planet already.

Your trolltag is inheritancesBow and you ᛟ prOnOnce yOur O's as if they are the Only reasOn that wOrd exists ᛟ

**Teslamagnetic Integration** · 06-28-2012, 04:43 AM

You are now ARLUIN BEVEUX, an ESTEEMED troll of a whopping 9 SWEEPS! Yes, indeed you've lived a long and perilously vivacious life full of adventure, love, hate, mystery, and all sorts of incredible journeys.

You often get a lot of respect for being such a high class that is the INDIGO caste, but you rather not make such a big issue out of the HEMOSPECTRUM. You believe that a GENTLEMAN such as yourself should show as much respect as you'd want in return, and as a result, respect everyone unless reason proved otherwise necessary. As a result, you tend to be VERY REVERED among your peers for never one to suddenly off and lose his temper, even in key, critical moments. They even affectionally refer to you as CAPTAIN many times, and it warms your cold, weathered heart like a well-lit hearth.

Probably because YOU ARE ONE. Captain of the H.R.E.E. WARSPITE, named after your cold, ruthless ancestor. NOT MUCH IS KNOWN on him, though. However, you would think that a captain of a ship would have a fine vessel like a GALLEON or something, made of WOOD AND IRON. But such a vessel would be surely annihilated by both the currents of the violent Alternian seas, and the many unforgiving denizens that dwell within. No, it is, in fact, A DESTROYER CLASS VESSEL that can seat in over 200 cabins. You've kept this beauty up as spoils in NAVAL BATTLES, especially ones for FLARPing. You yourself don't FLARP though, making it VERY EASY TO ENSURE VICTORY. You've gotten parts and segments of other cruisers and built and built on your ship with the construction drones and your crew tirelessly to keep her in prime and pristine condition!

Speaking of which, the reason your ship is so up to date and clean, is because it's also YOUR HIVE. You once were just a WEE GRUB and saw the ocean thanks to your LUSUS, and ever since wanted to EXPLORE THE LIVING HELL OUT OF IT. Since then you made sure the construction drones made a SHIP that was SAIL RIGHT and TOUGH ENOUGH to handle even the niggliest of breaching shorelines. You worked a lot of blood into that ship. LITERALLY. Accidents happen, and as a result, you've got many screws in your hands to keep ligaments and joints together. Because of this, you have a REAL MEAN PAIR OF FISTS, though that kind of rough-housing isn't your kind of thing.

Your lusus? Why, your lusus was a brave and unflappable SKY WHALE that flew in the skies as if nothing mattered in the world but itself and whatever adventures it held. It INSPIRED YOU to say the least, and you looked up to him more than any other figurehead you could possible wrack together in that salty brain of yours. Unfortunately, your lusus died a good two sweeps ago, when some MANIACAL JERKASS SHOT IT DOWN FROM THE SKY, never to be seen again. You rue that one day you'll find the scummy little algeafeeder, and SKEWER HIM ON YOUR SPEAR FOR ALL TO SEE ALONG THE MAST LINE.

Ahem. Ever since your lusus died, YOU BECOME A MUCH HARDER TROLL. You hardened yourself vigorously to withstand any assault, and honed your now CHISELED FORM to keep the crew, the ship, and any security issues all in order. Your skills with your strife specibus are to be respected and feared for any who manage to draw the wrath of your anger onto their damned and wretched corpses. You've trained yourself on seadeck, and have the balance that would astound any, and the spine to keep going even during extreme climates. You're one, hardy son of a bitch, and you are exceedingly difficult to kill as long as you wield your specibus in hand.

Speaking of which, you have two of them. You used to have another, but really, what the hell will plankKind do? You searched out and you made damn sure to allocate correctly that time considering the harsh and deadly life you aimed for. Your 1x1spearKind keeps you on the edge of your toes, and your enemies on theirs. You make sure any who force your hand know the consequences, but you are without mercy. After all, you've got to go way too far to get your spear at the ready. However, that's not the true secret to your success. If you're fighting for survival, then your trusty flintockKind surprises them. Of course, that's a lie, it's not really allocated at all--it's in your coat pocket at all times.

But that nasty stuff aside, you've a CAREER in mind. There's a reason you're out on the sees, of course. You, my friend, are an OCEANOGRAPHER, and you DESIGN MAPS BASED OFF OF BOTH THE SEAS AND THEIR CURRENTS. It is through your dream to map the entireties of the seas before conscription that you've made it this far, though time is running out and you've only covered one fully. There's still so much more out there. Perhaps one day, you'll sneak back on the planet somehow and keep mapping. Somehow....

Your chumhandle, even though you almost never use it because you're constantly busy with the ship and its crew, is expeditiousBrine and ⚜ Aye, ya talk like a right salty sailor whose seen through wear an' tear and knows o' the life o' the sea. ⚓

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**taurusJustified** · 06-29-2012, 01:42 PM

Your name is MARKUS CERISE. You are an olive blooded troll with the symbol of TAURUS. Your hive is at the foot of a VOLCANO, which made the tropical island you call home. You have an unhealthy obsession with the color RED, which may be due to your admiration of the stories of the SUFFERER. You would never want to have RED BLOOD, you are perfectly content with OLIVE, but that doesn't stop you from only wearing red clothes, only eating red foods, and decorating your whole hive red.

Red food isn't hard to come by, as your LUSUS, a two-mouthed cat beast, hunts on the TROPICAL ISLAND around your hive, and brings you back his GAME every day. You enjoy taking trips to the VOLCANO SUMMIT with your trusty lusus, though this often MELTS YOUR SHOES. You spend most of your time going on adventures or hunting with your lusus and your trusty CROSSBOW. Your island is full of MYSTICAL RUINS, so you never run out of things to do. Well, you wish you could say that, but most of the time you are TOO SCARED to actually GO INSIDE.

Youtendtoforgetthespacesinyoursentances, which annoys your friends to no end. Most of you live on the same island, but you use TROLLIAN to communicate, where taurusJustified is your trolltag. You often engage in sessions of MODERATE to EXTREME ROLEPLAYING with them, though they often use their psychic abilities to cheat, which you don't have.

EDIT: I wanted to post this earlier, but I was getting an error message when trying to make an account. I blamed Andrew Hussie, and my computer ceased to function for a while.

**alphaBrain** · 06-29-2012, 10:11 PM

Your name is JASHAR RELSOD
You are a JADE BLOOD Troll. You are 6 sweeps old. You live in a MESSY TOWER, near a LARGE FEILD. You love CARD GAMES and are a SKILLED DEALER, but you don't gamble anymore after you lost your favorite JACKET. You also love ART and you use a CHAINSAWKIND. Your chainsaw can transform into a Deck of cards which if opend from one end will have regular cards, but if opend from the other end it transforms into a chainsaw. You are very shy and don't talk much but you are also very polite. You were raised to be so by your lusus which you refer fondly to as: DoeMom. Doe is your nickname for female hored hoolf beats. you are also very doubtful of your abilities. Your pesterchum handle is: alphaBrain and you tend to talk in: A sweet And polite mAnner that others find Bothersome.
Your title is: Mage of Mind
And your land is: Land of Books and Forests

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