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Your name is PLUTUS ISHTAR, and you are best described as a SPINELESS WHELP.

At least, that's what you've been told by other trolls. You are SIX SWEEPS old and live in your mountain hive with your Lusus, LIONESS MOM, who is very strict and protective. In fact, your Lusus is so overprotective that she refuses to let you leave the hive to play with your friends or any other manner of EXTREMELY DANGEROUS OUTDOOR ACTIVITY. She also keeps you inside as your status as a VERMILLION LOWBLOOD makes you a target of bullying and possible culling from other trolls of a more respectable blood caste. You don't mind though, because your incredibly spacious hive is packed to the rafters with various goodies to keep you entertained.

Yes, an upstanding MALE TROLL such as yourself has a variety of INTERESTS in which you engage in daily. You fucking love FLARPING, but not being able to play with friends does limit yourself to solo campaigns only. Oh, but how you dream of one day running your own multiplayer campaign. You have many interesting and engaging ideas for these campaigns, which you keep stored in your HUSKTOP for safe keeping. You do enjoy casual WRITING and READING ANCIENT TROLL LITERATURE from time to time. Particularly you are a fan of YOUNG ADULT ROMANCE and thoroughly enjoy imagining yourself being whisked away by your own personal Troll Prince Charming. Your hive is filled with countless novels that your Lusus has brought back to you over the years so you wouldn't be bored.

Your prized possession is your absolutely stunning PEACEKEEPER RIFLE, a long ranged sniper rifle that belonged to your ancestor; THE HIGHBLOOD CULLER, a rebel who assassinated Highblood trolls for their prejudices against the lower castes. You would often spend your afternoons using the rifle from your hive to help your Lusus hunt food for you in the forests down below. While you would never dream of killing another troll, you do wish you weren't so SHY AND TIMID, just so you could stand up to the various Highbloods who torment you by vandalising your hive and stealing your stuff. Alas, the courage of your ancestor was not a trait you inherited.

Unfortunately, you no longer have your STRIFE SPECIBUS: SNIPERKIND anymore. It was stolen, along with your SYLLADEX. You are fan of the LINGUISTICS MODUS, which translates the name of anything you place into your Sylladex from Alternian into over 1000 different languages from across the galaxy; though you're pretty sure most of them are made up. You can take out anything you'd like from the Modus, but you have no idea what anything is anymore. Unlike other Sylladex's, there is no picture displaying the item stored. You find the Modus to be both a fun way to learn other languages as well as an amusing guessing game. You suppose you'll have to find a way to get those back sometime. Perhaps you could ask one of your many TROLLIAN FRIENDS.

Despite your low blood caste and INTROVERTED TENDENCIES, you have quite a handful of online friends which you chat to quite regularly. You are a very GOOD LISTENER and are surprisingly in popular demand in the realm of MOIRAILLEGIENCE. However you haven't committed yourself to any of your quadrants just yet, feeling quite HESITANT AND FRIGHTENED by the whole ordeal. Your Trollian is TimidScribe and you tend to type AZ IF TO EMULATE YOUR ZTRONG, COURAGEOUZ, ANCEZTOR.

Despite your reclusive nature, you are actually quite a tall troll. Though it's easy for others to mistake you for average height with the way you slouch and try to make yourself smaller. Your cheeks are flushed with vermilion red and your teeth are pointy and sharp, with elongated canines that sit just over your bottom lip. Your black hair kept short on the sides, but the top is left to grow long and wild, like a floppy Mohawk that falls down over your right eye. Your horns are short and nubby, but one is slightly larger than the other for whatever reason. Your outfit is usually very standard, grey trousers and a black shirt with your Troll Sign printed on it. However you do enjoy wearing your ancestor's leather jacket, which was clearly designed for someone with more muscle mass than you. The article of clothing was left in a chest for you to find along with the Peacekeeper Rifle. It's much too big for you, but you dream of one day being able to look just as cool as he probably did wearing it. You also like to wear a pair of large goggles.

Your name is KLESSA SVETOS and you are a pioneer.

Living in the COLD AND LAWLESS ALTERNIAN NORTH has turned you from a typical vicious troll to something of a legalist survivalist hunting for subsistance on the fringe of civilization. Living with your BEAR LUSUS in a land where the law is basically nonexistant has made you VALUE ORDER AND RULES to an almost religious degree. Everything in your life is SCHEDUALED AND ORGANIZED, with timeslots dedicated to things such as hunting, hive maintenance, and designated time for games and social chat.

In many ways, this strict adherence to rules and regulations can make you a bit unpleasant. You are UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKING IN THE FACE OF YOUR RULES to the point of outright refusing to work with anyone who will not adhere to your own ideas on what must be done and how to do it. This has made you sort of a BAD TEAMMATE and you've not worked on a team since your last HORRIBLE FLARP ACCIDENT which resulted in one of your partners being mutilated and the other being horribly maimed. It was their fault of course; they should have listened to you. You still do FLARP from time to time, with your persona, THE STALKER, being a very high level character, abet one that few seek to actively work with.

You have devleoped a knack for MACHINERY AND TECHNOLOGY, as a consequence of having to preform your own routine maintenance to keep you hive warm as not to freeze to death, and establishing a connection to the greater internet from your remote home. Your interests, aside from keeping yourself alive, include the FINE ARTS, especially Music, who's careful organization holds great appeal to you. You often try your hand at MUSICAL COMPOSITON when you have the free time to do so, and are capable of playing many instruments, acting as your own ensemble when you need to record a piece. This foray into music also leads you to venture into the very valued art of POETRY, which you often delve into for accompanying your instrumentals; poetry appeals to you for it's rigid rules of meter and the challenge that provides. Yes you are a regular RENESSAINCE TROLL, whatever that may mean.

Living in a glacier means needing to hunt to survive, and thus you have skill with the SABREKIND strife specibus, as being a survivalist does not mean that you cannot hunt with the grace and sophisication of the nobility that you are, as well as an alternative BOTTLEKIND back up, when you need to huck a burning bottle of drink at any fearsome northern beasts or other troll hunters looking to take your quarry. Your fetch modus is the REFORMATION modus, which deconstructs any items that you place into it, and forces you to rebuild the item before it can be removed.

Your troll tag is septentrionalBoyar, and it's well known that you govoяeeт шiтh a мalenky вiт of an accenт, шith noятheяn slovos and leттeяs. You've found that your trollian friend react in various degrees to your use of accented speech

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-> Enter Name
Topcake McNo
Nice Try Asshole
Try Again?

Your name is Fortid Ischyr and you CAN'T STAND SHIT! You are CONSTANTLY ANGRY, and you ARE ALWAYS ANNOYED. Because of this ANNOYANCE you have decided to partake in a RELEASING career; That being, a THRESHECUTIONER. Thanks to this aspiration, your weapon of choice is the SICKLE, which you've actually gotten pretty badass at. You train with the SICKLE during battles in EXTREME roleplay games that you often do with some of your friends, and you've become pretty notorious for SLAUGHTERING trolls and their Lususes both. Speaking of Lususes, you have the BEST one ever, whom is basically just an ENORMOUS FUCKING SCORPION.

You are currently on your 9th sweep, and you LOVE pop punk music, although a lot of your friends think you're a nerd for it. You have a few other INTERESTS, such as CAGE FIGHTING and watching mediocre sci-fi, which you refuse to think is anything other than BADASS AS HELL.

You've also been using TROLLIAN, a semi-new IM service, and your troll tag is rampantCrone. You are PERPETUALLY AGGRAVATED, and tend to yell ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY.

You name is LESHAS MUVAAR and you live under a rock. Well more accurately you live deep underground, beneath a mountain in one of the rockier parts of your planet. But hey, why make a mound out of a mole hill?

You spend a great deal of your time DIGGING TUNNELS with the expressed goal of FINDING PRECIOUS THINGS. Crystals and Gems are your favorite but you won't turn down the odd precious metal or lost artifact. Though most you find are rather busted. You have been told you are a CHEERY SORT, possible to a FAULT. Though that doesn't mean you don't have a temper, it just takes a lot to push you over that edge. Instead you enjoy JOKES, PUNS, and GENERAL TOMFOOLERY as well as HORDING YOUR FINDS which would be a problem if it weren't for your mole dad who instilled a industries attitude in you at a young age, so you have dug plenty of tunnels in which to keep your various finds. So what do you do with all the various odds and ends you collect. Well given your access to gems, metals, crystals and the like as well as your RIDICULOUSLY STRONG GEOKENTIC ABILITIES, you've become quite the AMATURE JEWLER, making various items for yourself and for sale.

Despite your freakishly powerful ability to move various forms of minerals about with your mind, you tend to do a lot of digging with your DRILL, which is incidentally your weapon of choice. If your MOLE DAD taught you anything, tis that HARD WORK and a POSITIVE ATTITUDE can move mountains.

Your Trolling tag is crystalWisecracker and Your goo:D cheer n_never wavers!

Who is this young man?

==> Enter Name
FILET MIGNON

No... That doesn't seem right. Try again.

==> Enter Name

You are FLEILT APRELL and you are a 8 AND A HALF SWEEP OLD TURQUOISE BLOOD JUST TRYING TO DO HIS THING. You are SPITEFUL, and you know damn well you won't put up with anyone else's shit. They say you can't do something? You do it. You live in a shady area in the middle of the middle of the woods. Rather, you are the shade in the middle of the woods. You live in a large tower with an orb at the top, acting as your room and observatory.

You spend a great lot of your time OBSERVING THE STARS and trying to point out CONSTELLATIONS. Stars have always been your favorite thing, ever since you finished your trials. You try and point out almost ANYTHING in the stars, even the smallest things. One of your favorites is THE HUNTER, with his long horns and hunting bow the size of his body, he seemed to scare away any other big constellations. You like to point out other ANIMALS around THE HUNTER, even if the connections seem to be a stretch. You suppose the HUNTER to have once been a real person, possibly even an ANCESTOR of yours. Despite you claiming yourself to be INTELLECTUAL and FUN, most of your troll peers disagree with you, describing you as BLAND. Due to your love for the HEAVENS, you're often seen outside or in your room. Though you don't usually stray far from your hive tower. You like to make STAR MAPS and your FOX LUSUS is often quite PISSY about you always being awake looking at the stars instead of doing SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE. You're not that interested in COMPUTERS but your friends are so you have a basic one in your room for star maps and such.

You are not that SPECIAL but you think you make up for it with sheer BRAIN, as you are quite skinny. To top that off, you're also very lanky. You're only one or two inches taller than most, but it's enough to be noticeable to the other trolls. You don't have any SPECIAL ABILITIES, to be honest, you wish you were anyone else, but you don't let that get you down. Remember, you're SPITEFUL AS FUCK.

Your trolltag is outlandishExaminer and you*re in love with stars.

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Name: Strace Adonis

Race: Troll

Gender: Female

Blood: Peridot #39b54a

Age: ~8 sweeps (~18 human years)

Strife Specibus: Hammerkind/Shovelkind/Spearkind

Dream Self: Prospit

God Tier: Witch of Choice

Trolltag: pleasantNaturalist

Land: Land of Hedge and Forest

Symbol: An interlocking A and E.

Lusus: A birdlike creature resembling both an ostrich and a pigeon.

Typing Quirk: Interlocks A and E when typing, doesn't capitalize anything, often overuses exclamation points!!!!!!!! When irritated..... uses.... ellipses..

Typing Example: i love sundæs!!!

Appearance:
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Personality: Very extroverted and considered to be kind by her fellow trolls. Protective over her friends at an almost ridiculous rate. Strace is very bubbly a lot of the time, and has an affinity for nature. She loves Alternia and what it has to offer, even though it's kind of dark and gloomy to some, she loves the darkness and nighttime. She desperately wishes she could see the sun, however. With her very bubbly personality, she can clash well with Fleilit's spiteful nature, as opposites do truly attract. She tries her best to bring out the best in him.

Quadrants: In a moirallegiance with Fleilt.

==> Be the sweet girl.

==> Enter Name

You are STRACE ADONIS and you are a NATURALIST.

You wish you could be less interested in SUNLIGHT as it would BLIND YOU, but it's all you want to see anyway. You're often described as SWEETER THAN A BOTTLE OF FAYGO and you take that as a personal offense because Faygo is rancid. You love to be nice and are rather caring for all your friends. Your moiral FLEILIT is your little PUPA AND NO ONE WILL HURT HIM. You are prepared to KILL for this little boy, who's higher on the hemospectrum. You don't CARE THOUGH, you think he deserves to be protected.

You care for NATURE more than you care for MOST OTHER THINGS, as said before, NOT FLEILIT THOUGH.
You're blood color is PERIDOT and you don't like to think it DEFINES YOU, even though in this society it literally defines you in full. Your hive is a TREEHOUSE that you stay in, it has a big sign on the outside with your name on it and little hearts around it. You're very cute like that.

You like to say you're interested in a lot more than just NATURE but you're lying. It is your whole life. You are VERY SENSITIVE and do not take well to being called names. You wield hammers, shovels, and spears.

Your trolltag is pleasantNaturalist and you are very excited!!!!

-YIKES I FUCKED UP SORRY-

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==> An ominous beast lurks in her fetid crypt.

Who is this fearsome creature?

==> Enter name.

Your name is HECARE ERITAS, and you are a godforsaken VAMPIRE. At least, you wish you were one of the prestigious rainbow drinkers, those brilliant beings of the day. Much to your constant spite, despite your JADE blood coloring, you are utterly and completely NORMAL. To try and compensate, you wear a pair of PROSTHETIC FANGS which double as your strife specibus in combat. You have a fondness for a WHITE AESTHETIC, going as far as to powder your skin and bleach your hair, though your makeup is always rubbing off on everything and your hair grows too fast for the coloration to remain.

For all SEVEN SWEEPS of your life, you've found yourself near obsessed with the GRIM and MACABRE. Your gloomy home is strewn with SYMBOLS OF DEATH and VAMPIRE FANFICTION. The latter is almost entirely based on a series of books you hold in high esteem: "Sun Striders," stories about the dashing, daring rainbow drinker FANGFALL BLOODIRE. In fact, you are so enamored by this character that you tried to name your SNAKE LUSUS after her. However, in his infinite traditionalistic wisdom, you kept calling him his preferred name of SNAKEDAD. It probably helped that he threatened to bite you until you either passed out from blood loss or complied.

When you're not busy scribbling raunchy stories and practicing hissing in the mirror, you enjoy reciting EMOTIONAL POETRY to your friends on Trollian. Their annoyance is probably because they're jealous of your DEEP COMPLEXITY, and not because they grow tired of your beautifully melancholic works. Your trolltag is sunlitVaudevillian, and you emphasize a bite in your typing by “Viciously ViVisects Vords Vith Vile VerVe.” To store items, you use the strange and mysterious GRIMOIRE MODUS, which captchalogues items as pages retrievable by reading INCANTATIONS. Unfortunately for you, your prosthetic fangs give you a definite SPEECH IMPEDIMENT, making it difficult for you to access anything without multiple tries.