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If I forgot to add anything, feel free to throw it in there =P


Name:
Age:
Gender:
Blood:

Aspect: (include powers)

Land:

Strife kind:

Sign: (Try to use something astronomical)

Personality:

Typing quirk:

Other:

Appearance: (I can make a sprite if you want)

Lusus:

Quadrants: (This will be filled out as the game goes on)

Matesprite:
Moirail:
Kismesis:
Auspistice:






Name: Atrius Corono
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Blood: Purple

Aspect: Mage of Dreams. Because of his subjugglator past, Atrius already had some experience of manipulating dreams: using his chucklevoodoos to cause nightmares among lowbloods. However, that has nothing to do with his status as Mage of Dreams. The Dream aspect allows him to wake up on either Derse or Prospit at will, although he is a Derse dreamer. He can also wake up inside dream bubbles, once he learns about them.

Land: Land of Forests and Gloom. The consorts are ugly fairies.

Strife kind: Macekind

Sign: Perseus

Personality: Despite his rather intimidating appearance, Atrius isn't such a bad guy. He used to be a ruthless, cold blooded killer who raided alongside his cult brethren. These days, he's come to highly regret his past. His regrets push on the verge of mental instability at times. What caused this change of heart? After finding Zinzie, it was hard to look at a cowering lowblood without seeing a little of his moirail in them. He simply couldn't do it anymore.

Atrius is drawn to all things cute and adorable. He's really a big softy at heart. However, it's hard to bury a nature that is so deeply rooted in his instincts. Don't let the way he cuddles bunnies fool you, this guy can still fuck you up. His calm outer appearance has highblood rage that bubbles deep below. As for his opinion on lowbloods, he sees them as inferiors who need protection. They need to be kept in line for their own good, but do not deserve the torment that many of his brethren inflict upon them. For this reason, he accompanies the subjugglators on raids just to be sure he's there to tell them when enough is enough.

Typing quirk: His troll handle is vehementArbiter; [Atrius says e\/erything within bra(kets, repla(es "V" with "\/" and C with (.]

Other: He has a not-so-secret love of bunnies. Being a MOTHERFUCKIN SUBJUGGLATOR, this may be odd. But who's gonna question the guy? Just LOOK at him. He also has a pet bunny named Mr. Fluffers.

Appearance: As mentioned, Atrius is a very intimidating guy. He has potential to be a great subjugglator, standing at nearly 7 feet tall and built like an ox, and still growing. He has long, black hair which he wears back in a pony tail. He wears a purple jacket and purple striped shoes. His horns are long and curved back, with a sharp point. Atrius almost always has a serious expression; it's not often that he expresses his emotions. He often wears face paint, just in case he wasn't scary enough without it.


Lusus:

History:
As said before, Atrius was a ruthless killer before he met Zinzie. It was a cold and rainy day when he heard something fumbling around in his garage. He went to fuck up whoever was intruding on his hive when he saw a shivering, naked, dirty, and very bony little troll. Atrius knew he couldn't have hurt the poor kid if his life depended on it.

Atrius then defied troll instinct: he took the little lowblood under his wing. As it turned out, Zinzie didn't have a lusus. Atrius became both a moirail and sort of guardian over the broken troll. Zinzie has since gotten a hive of his own, because living within the same vicinity of hundreds of subjugglators just wasn't a good idea. Atrius often visits him to stock up his supply of food, clean clothes, and to make sure he stays good and mentally grounded.

Quadrants: (This will be filled out as the game goes on)

Matesprite:
Moirail: Zinzie
Kismesis:
Auspistice:




Name: Zinzie Lamura
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Blood: Brown

Aspect: Rogue of Sound. His powers include the ability to produce a sonic wave of destruction. I'm not sure what else =P

Land: The land of Clouds and Syrup, consorts are bear cubs.

Strife kind: Spearkind

Sign: Was never assigned one.

Personality: Zinzie is a sweet little troll that means well, but is, quite frankly, not too bright. He's as gullible and naive as they come, and no matter how many times you try to tell him something, he often forgets. Despite having lived like a normal troll for two sweeps now, he still has fits in which he acts like little more than a wild animal. This mostly happens when he's crowded, stressed, or when things just get too exciting for his think pan to handle.

Typing quirk: His chumhandle is uniformArbitrary, and his typing quick consissts of words missused and mispelled completely on axident.

Appearance: In great contrast to Atrius, Zinzie is tiny and adorable. He is just barely 5'3", and has a very willowy build. His black hair is constantly a mess, covering the almost none-existent horns mounted on his head. His horns are so ridiculously small, they can barely even be considered horns at all. Zinzie wears Atrius's hand-me-downs, which are more often than not WAY too big for him.


Lusus: Was never assigned one.

History: Zinzie was never quite right from the time he was a grub. He would have likely been culled if he hadn't given the jadebloods in the brooding cavern the slip. He scuttled out to the surface world, completely missing his trials, getting his lusus, and receiving his sign. Left to his own devices, Zinzie turned feral. He was little more than part of the wildlife of Alternia. It wasn't until the day that he took shelter inside of a random troll's hive that he was taken away from his savage life.

Atrius turned Zinzie's miserable little life around. He was given clothes, food, comfort, and most of all, someone who cared for him. Zinzie never seemed to mind one bit that that someone was a massive, scary clown cultist. Zinzie has since moved out into his own hive, which lays in field far from any civilization. Atrius figured he would be safe there without any other trolls to mess with him.

Quadrants:

Matesprite:
Moirail: Atrius
Kismesis:
Auspistice:






Name: Jabiko Ziboni
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Blood: Yellow

Aspect: Seer of Sense. Other than having common sense, Jabiko can also sense his fellow players in the game. He can tell if they're hurt and sometimes where they are. His own senses are heighted: smell, sight, touch, taste, hearing. However, that's not always a good thing.

Land: Land of Gears and Snow

Strife kind: Bowkind

Sign: Orion

Personality: Jabiko likes to think that he's the only troll with a bit of common sense, and honestly, he sometimes is. However, despite how smart he may or may not be, he tends to be a bit of an asswipe when it comes to regarding other's feelings. He tends to say things that upset people, feel so proud of his sick burn, then turn around and feel guilty for it. He has always been a bit too mature for his years. His responsibilities as Acarra's caretaker have only proved to make him more solemn.

Typing quirk:
None.
Because fuck that wrigglerish shit.
Seriously.
His troll handle is commodityProphet .

Other: Jabiko, as a lowblood, as psionic abilities. His particular ability is called scrying, which allows him to see objects in his mind's eye from either far distances or from another point in time. It doesn't really come in handy that often.

Appearance: Jabiko is 5'8 with an average build.


Lusus: Dogdad, a giant dog-like beast.

Quadrants:

Matesprite: Acarra
Moirail:
Kismesis:
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Name: Acarra Larton
Age: 7.5
Gender: Female
Blood: Maroon

Aspect: Sylph of Space

Land: Land of Ruins and Mist

Strife kind: Psionic

Sign: Columba

Personality: Acarra is unique in that she does not share the war-like nature that many other trolls have. She is quite gentle and peaceful. Acarra is so friendly it's almost sickening to some. She is, in fact, incapable of feeling hatred. This is a bit of a problem, seeing as having a kismesis is mandatory for trolls when the day to collect buckets comes. However, Alternia will never live long enough for it to matter.

Typing quirk: Her troll handle is torpidWanderer, and sh e te nds to in sert rando m spac es in to he r sente nces.

Other: Acarra is currently in a coma. Her psionic abilities allow her to use astral projection to make a ghostly for of herself. She can use her telepathy so that her 'ghost' form can pick up and move objects. It's almost as if she's actually there, but she's not! However, she must remain close to her body.

Appearance: Except, you know, not conscious.


History: Acarra lived a pretty normal 6.5 sweeps with her lusus, a giant dove-like bird. She'd had her matesprit, Jabiko for about half a sweep, was happy, and everything was dandy. It wasn't until her hive came under attack one night that everything changed.

A group of highbloods in search of Jabiko (for reasons that will be revealed later) busted down her door and charged in. Her lusus was killed and she herself barely survived the attack before the highbloods finally left her hive in ruins. Acarra was critically injured and barely clinging to life when Jabiko returned to her hive and found her. He managed to save her, but not before she fell into a coma. A sweep has passed, and Acarra has yet to wake up.

Acarra had always been a little bit psionic. She had the ability of astral projection and slight telekinesis, both of which were pretty much useless. However, once in a coma, her abilities became her only means of communication. Acarra can project herself at will as a ghostly form. In this form, she can talk to others and use her telekinesis to move light object, much like a ghost. However, she can't wander far from her body.


Lusus: Birdmom. Deceased.

Quadrants:

Matesprite: Jabiko
Moirail:
Kismesis:
Auspistice:

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I'll get to writing in a moment because I'm a lazy ass and need to track down the pictures I have.

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You suck.

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You suck. D:<

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Your face sucks >:3

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EGGS YOU BUTTHOLE POST

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Fuck, sorry, I've been swamped with a lot of stuff. I'm working now. D;

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Here's two, I'll make some others later.

Name: Gerrat Zarren
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Blood: Purple

Aspect: Knight of Hope. His general disposition towards fighting, combined with the aspect of Hope, basically gives him the kickass ability to boost morale to crazy levels. And as everyone knows, burning spirit can basically be a superpower of its own when combined with large pieces of machinery and pointy glasses.

Land: Land of Mechanics and Stars. The consorts are robotic in nature and of various sizes, and the sky is littered with stars of various shapes and colours.

Strife kind: Chainkind. Normally, this is just a pair of chains to beat shit with, but alchemy shenanigans may allow for fancy add-ons.

Sign: Pluto

Personality: Normally, Garret is surprisingly calm and collected for a member of his blood caste. He's rather polite, especially to other highbloods, but occasionally lets out some condescending remarks about lowblooded companions. He doesn't mean it in a bad way, it's just the way he was raised. Can't blame the guy for being part of a caste that nearly totally consists of psychotic racist clowns, after all. However, beneath that, he has a burning love for battle and conflict. War is one of his greatest interests, and he loves to spar whenever possible. Unfortunately, most of his own friends turn down his offers of violent beat-downs on each other, because having a cracked skull is not nearly as fun as one would imagine.

Typing quirk: His handle is destructiveDecadence; he type$ everything in lowerca$e, and replace$ a certain letter with a monetary $ymbol for no apparent rea$on, and al$o ha$ the bad habit of going on long-winded tirade$ whenever $peaking.

Other: Likes to collect various weapons, and hangs them on his wall despite hardly ever touching them. They make for fine display pieces. He also has a hatred for all things cephalopodic and tentacled.

Appearance: A special thanks to you for making some of these.




Lusus: It could almost be called a mole, if moles were giant and reptilian. It's about three times the size of Gerrat. The thing's scaly, and has a slightly crocodile-like head, if you could smush a croc's snout back about 3/4ths of their normal length. As a result of its living quarters, underground, Gerrat's hive is basically the size of an average purpleblood's, but inverted and stuck into the ground.

Quadrants: Haha nope.



Name: Telvan Arthas
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Blood: Green

Aspect: Prince of Breath. "Destroying breath" or "Destroying with breath" are just as unpleasant as they sound. Forced suffocation, on one hand, and blasting people with gale-force winds on the other. Neither seem very nice to be on the receiving end of.

Land: Land of Fungus and Wisps. There's no 'ground,' per se, on his land. It's a gas planet inhabited by giant, flying mushrooms the sizes of islands. The denizens are, predictably enough, mushroom people. This offers a good example.

Strife kind: Slingkind. He prefers the Y-shaped stick with a piece of material for launching objects out of to the long, single strip of material. Either works, really.

Sign: Fuck your shit it's a leaf.

Personality: Telvan is a dick, quite simply. He's kind of annoying, and an average reaction to his antics is 'if this fucker don't shut the hell up' followed by violent thoughts. He doesn't mean to be so unlikable, it just kind of happens. He does enjoy nature, and likes to explore the canopies around his hive. Caves and other suck things, not so much. After a bad encounter with one, he won't go near the things. With time, he may become less of a little shit to a person who puts up with him.

Typing quirk: His handle is naturalAffinity; Y*he speaks in lowercase, and always opens lines with a Y and asterisk! they're supposed to be a slingshot, and he also always finishes sentences with exclamation points!

Other: Lives in a tree. Not a treehouse hive, that would be too generic. He instead found a nice, huge-ass hollowed out tree trunk and moved in there.

Appearance: Chop off the sleeves and add a scarf to the talk sprite and you're set.



Lusus: Raptordad. Take a velociraptor, make it about ten feet tall, cover it with white feathers, and stick flight-capable wings on its arms. Nighttime sky rides are a common pastime of his, and exploring together has always been something they love doing. Naturally, he's as much of a little shit as Telvan himself is.

Quadrants:

Matesprite:
Moirail: Sarina Tulius (Soon to come when I stop being a lazy fuck.)
Kismesis:
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I CAN'T FUCKING READ THOSE COLORS OF TEXT.

Otherwise, I like them :3

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Got some tigers.

Acarra in her badass space gear.


Jabby in his Femtier. No attempts were made to make the seer wardrobe manlier. No fucks were given.


Zinzie is fucking adorbs as always


And Atrius is as happy as he always is.