Name : Pergin Amycus

Age : 8 sweeps

Appearance : Finished sketch for now. (old rough sketch) Completely bald with horns that resemble a moose's, Pergin has an athletic build with muscles mostly being covered up by loose-fitting, comfortable clothes.

Blood : Rust blood, or so he has everyone believe. (He's actually a cerulean blood)

Caste Powers : Like most ceruleans, Pergin has slight mind-control powers, though his only work to the extent of making others have a false sense of companionship with him. After being hated and feared due to his blood colour time after time, Pergin now uses his powers to ensure that trolls aren't scared to speak their minds around him, and that strangers don't immediately try to cull him on sight, after all, he's nothing but a lowly rust blood, right?

Mutations : I guess the fact that he is incapable of growing hair counts as a mutation.

Personality : Your name is PERGIN AMYCUS, a cerulean rust blood. You have survived for 8 sweeps and counting, though you are not one to care about pointless things like AGE, GENDER or BLOOD COLOUR.

You are a TRAVELER. You enjoy visiting new cities and only go back to your hive about once per sweep. When you were younger you used to travel with you lusus, but for the past 2 or so sweeps, you’ve taken to going on your own. You’ve been to every major city on Alternia and have a serious interest in different CULTURES.

On your travels you have met many different trolls and have a VARIETY OF FRIENDS. However, due to never staying in one place for long, you have never felt anything more than completely platonic feelings for any of them. You attempted a moirallegiance once when you were younger, but it ended in, well, to be honest, IT NEVER ACTUALLY ENDED. The two of you just stopped talking to each other and both mutually agreed without actually saying anything that it was over. At least, you think it was mutually agreed upon, as, again, it never actually officially ended. You sometimes wonder if one day you’ll eventually SETTLE DOWN and finally find trolls to fill your quadrants with. You wouldn’t say you’re a ROMANTIC, per say, but you do often find yourself dreaming of some nameless and faceless troll who cares for you enough that they abandon their life to join you in your travels.

You love to live in the MOMENT, and dislike focusing too much on the PAST or FUTURE. Because of this, you do not hold GRUDGES, nor do you dwell on ‘WHAT IF’S. You are quite LAID BACK but are prone to going ALL OUT when upset.

Title : Bard of Blood.

Planet : Land of Paths and Choices.


Strife Deck : Flshlghtkind, Fhookkind


Fetch Modus : Backpack modus (Though only things that are the same size or smaller than the backpack may fit in it, it has endless space. It may take awhile, but objects are accurately pulled out of it with a bit of feeling around)

Trolltag : esemplasticNexus

Quirk : Pr*per synt^x & punctu^ti*n, th*ugh @ times w*rds ^re /emph^sized/ with sl^shes, & #s ^re never written *ut.

Dreamself : Prospit

Consorts : Axolotls

Name: Arestl Deidln (ah-res-tul dai-dul-on)

Age: 8 sweeps

Appearance: Arestl is unnervingly lean even for a purple-blooded troll. Constant stressing out has left him wiry, not so much muscular as lacking in body fat, with deep purple bags around his eyes that are readily mistaken for facepaint, and he has a somewhat disturbing tendency to shudder at inopportune moments. His hair is short, mostly because it doesn't grow in very far before a given strand falls out, and his horns emerge from his skull at a 30 degree angle, then curve around and downward toward his scalp, the tips dangerously close to the skin. He wears a black t-shirt with a hood and his sign on the front in his blood colour, grey jeans with various purple things inserted into the pockets, and black shoes which also display his sign.

Blood: Purple

-Caste Powers: Fear-inducing chucklevoodoos, albeit modified by his own mutation. He may also have some low-level psychic abilities, mutant as they are.

-Mutations: Firstly, Arestl's innate chucklevoodoos often turn back on himself in his sleep, leaving his dreams utterly fraught with terrifying imagery. Secondly, he is able to roughly sense when those around him have bad intentions; the worse that intent is, the further away and stronger it can be felt, and it is most potent when they specifically wish potentially fatal harm upon him. Since the great majority of trolls possess bad intent for their fellows at some point, especially in higher hemocastes, this is surprisingly unhelpful unless they specifically plan to murder him, in which case it's perfect for escaping before they arrive.

Personality: Eight sweeps of being subjected to his own chucklevoodoos and psychic power, in addition to Alternia's other hazards, have left Arestl Idleon a paranoid mess. In his mind, everything is out to get him, either literally or potentially, and if it's not, it just hasn't decided it's out to get him yet. Even his position as a purple-blood does not put him at ease here, for his experiences have left him both unbelieving in the stupid clown religion and the stupid clown messiahs he supposedly serves, and too focused on the world around him to put much thought into the spiritual anyway. as such- he speaks- reathere halettiinnggly- but thEN YELLES WHEN HE FREAKS OUT-
He keeps large quantities of alcohol around for stress relief, but seems to never really drink any of it, worrying that it might just leave him vulnerable to getting attacked again. On a related note, his dexterity and hand-eye coordination is superb, partly due to how fidgety he is, allowing him to recklessly twirl a quarterstaff as easily as climbing sheer surfaces or creating very sensitive explosives- which he puts into his sylladex as a form of boobytrap for anyone trying to hunt through his things- not to mention lending him ridiculous accuracy with his attacks; if he were less of a total wreck of a troll who can barely keep himself in line, let alone others, he'd make a fine subjugglator. Indeed, his only truly trusted ally is his riverlizardbeast-esque lusus Creocooddiille, and even that is semi-questionable in his mind; his total concern regarding his own survival leads him to interact mostly with trolls of lower caste than himself, since if all else fails, he has the ability to just run from them until they die of old age.

Title: Mage of Hope

Planet: Land of Spirits and Spirits - Which is to say, a land of ghosts and high-proof alcohols. An unnerving parody of a planet-sized city that even extends underground, most structures are tall, glassy, and occupied by alcohol rather than floors. Most of the planet's liquid is alcoholic in nature, and even a lake of clear water with fish swimming in it could just be pure ethanol, whilst spooky spectres haunt between the narrow streets of each building, apparently either the consorts of the world or ghastly heralds of the same. Alas, the glass merely refracts clear images of nearby streets, making the entire place seem empty even when enemies are right around the corner. And lurking somewhere beneath it all is the mysterious basilisk-like Denizen known as Abraxas...

Strife Deck: Staffkind. This covers most forms of blunt-force poles or stave-based weaponry, most notably his trusty wooden quarterstaff.

Name: Josh Webster
Title: Heir of Space

Age:15

Appearance: A sophisticated looking young man with medium length dirty blonde hair and black eyes that always seem to be daydreaming. He stands at about 5'7 feet and weighs 135 pounds being on the thin side. He has some lean muscles but they are nothing out of the ordinary. Josh typically wears a simple untucked grey button-up shirt, black pants, and white rubber shoes. Preferring a more simple aesthetic of clothing to wear.

Personality: Absentminded and Aimless meaning he just always has his head in the clouds, He is Indifferent and Blunt but also he can be a big Sweet Heart. He likes to tease other people he deems as cute whether from their appearance or how they act and he is a closet Romantic which is why he easily gets infatuated for someone he deems cute but of course doesn't show it easily. He also has a 'slight' temper when it comes to others messing with his stuff or someone he has feelings for and can become quite irritated and jealous. Sending very barbed insults at the person or being very snippy.

Fetch Modus: Hourglass Modus-When an item is placed in this modus the user has to wait until the item drops into the lower half of the modus, the Modus cannot flip the until all the items have dropped into the lower half so do not try it unless you want the Modus to reset dropping all of your items on the ground.

Strife Deck: Phonekind-He wields a simple orange cellphone for combat although it's more useful as a gadget than a blunt weapon. He can stun foes with the camera flash. A tin can telephone can be used as nunchucks.

Planet: Land of Stars and Dreams- A planet mostly comprised of solid clouds and shimmering stars. The clouds act as the land of the planet itself and most of them are far apart from each other, the only light coming from various flying stars that orbit around the planet, mainly used by the locals as the transport to each cloud. Any being that falls asleep here have their dreams take on physical form and manifest giving the planet a wide range of bizarre creatures but these Dreamspawn themselves cannot dream so their numbers are quite a few outside of large clouds.

Name : Artina Infini
Trollian handle : SupremeDerring-do

Age : 8 sweeps

Appearance : Artina is 5 feet and 6 inches tall, and weighs 130 pounds. She has a slim build, as all trolls usually do. She has well toned muscles though. Her horns are fairly short and point out from either side of her head. Her eyes have begun to turn her blood color, olive green. She has two braids that hang in front of her face, and a glorious mess of long messy hair that reaches down her back. She usually has a confident smirk on her face.


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Blood : Olive

- Caste Powers : N/A

- Mutations : N/A

Personality : Artina is a tough girl, through and through. She stands up for her friends fiercely. She puts on a brave face, and runs into danger for fun! She has a cocky attitude, and often talks about how great she is. In reality, she has an inferiority complex. She feels like anyone is better at her than anything, and she puts on her cocky persona to combat that. She enjoys action and adventure movies. Especially the schlocky ones that are just explosions. Troll Transformers is a masterpiece in her eyes.

Title : Knight of Space

Planet : Land of Ruins and Frogs - Her planet is filled with ancient looking ruins and well... frogs. The landscape is green with yellow ruins popping out of the ground with a purple sky. The denizen of this planet is Echidna. Her consorts are Chameleons.

Quirk: D0uble spaces, O replaced with 0, ends sentences with !!

Fetch Modus: Russian Roulette. 5 items you want are loaded into your modus and one you don't want is also loaded. The modus spins then ejects one of the 6 items at your head.

Strife Deck : 2x hatchet kind

You are ARTINA INFINI. You are 8 SWEEPS old and COOL as hell. You like to live DANGEROUSLY, and as all olive blooded trolls, hunt for your food. Your LUSUS is a lazy FOX who you take care of now more than she takes care of you.

You live in a HIVE built into a cave. It is what some may call "cozy" but leaves much to be desired. The walls of your hive are covered in SHITTY ACTION MOVIE POSTERS. You have a fondness for Troll Michael Bay's "Transformers" and other explosion filled summer blockbusters. You have 2xHATCHETS that you use to combat your prey. You avoid killing other trolls because it seems excessive. You love ADVENTURE and ACTION.

You are known by your Trollian handle as supremeDerring-do [SD]. You speak In an excitable manner!! Y0u're pr0ne t0 using d0uble spacing!! Your friends know you as a bit of a SHOW-OFF who is maybe a little bit too SURE OF THEMSELVES. In truth you have a serious INFERIORITY COMPLEX and you only act confident to hide that fact.

Name : Veer Milan

Age : 17

Appearance :


he wears vests, harem pants and socks. have mercy

Personality :

Your name is GOGGLES GEEKSCREAM VEER MILAN, and you are HAVING TROUBLE FOCUSING. Your interests are mainly in SOCIO-TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT, which basically just means you have no friends in real life and spend all your time being VERY MUCH ONLINE. You also dabble in CONSPIRACY THEORIES, though you don't believe in anything except DEFINITELY ALIENS, and MAYBE ATLANTIS, and MAYBE SOME OTHERS AS WELL.

You can't really look at anything HIGH-CONTRAST without getting a HEADACHE, which is unfortunate since you live somewhere VERY BRIGHT and spend a lot of your time STARING AT BACKLIT SCREENS. You wear special glasses to help with this, but you still DON'T GO OUTSIDE VERY OFTEN because you're also sensitive to NOISE and HEAT. You do, however, SHOWER. Sometimes. When the mood strikes. The mood does not strike that often, actually, so maybe the rumours are true.

You also have GREAT DIFFICULTY in controlling your PROFOUND EXCITEMENT whenever anything unusual happens. It is not because you are A CRACKPOT. It is because you are AN ACADEMIC. You wish you could form better relationships with others, but you are SOMETIMES PRETTY HARD TO GET ALONG WITH.

Your WILD ENTHUSIASM also sometimes turns into WILD PANIC. In these situations you tend to get carried away, overthink, and start a PINBOARD.

You and your OVERLY HELPFUL DAD have a collection of REPLICA THREE-PRONGED WEAPONRY, none of which are VIABLE FOR ACTUAL COMBAT and some of which PROBABLY BELONG IN MUSEUMS, but you like to imagine sometimes.

Title : Prince of Light

Planet : Land of Prisms and Pitfalls - A desert-like planet made of glassy, light-reflecting pyramids and ever-shifting sands that seem to constantly re-settle by a strange thumping vibration from the planet's core. It's very loud, and very bright, and everything that gives Veer a headache. It is, however, very pretty and very energetic, and the wormlike locals consider it the ULTIMATE PARTY PLANET. Placing a foot wrong can often land one in a shifting sinksand pit, which will suck the fortunate partygoer under the desert and into the PARTY CAVERNS. Oh, god. The PARTY CAVERNS.

Strife Deck : FORKKIND