[CHAR] Sgrub

[auspiciousPetal]

Poppii Dweler 🌸

==>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB

You are POPPII DWELER, and you are the lowest color on the hemospectrum, a BURGUNDY BLOOD, MORE SPECIFICALLY, AN AUBURN. You are the most fucking OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY troll to ever grace Alternia. So happy and optimistic, in fact, that you just RADIATE FUCKING SUNSHINE THAT NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. BITCH, PLEASE, YOU WILL MAKE THEM SMILE. This in no way means that you are any less of a VICIOUS, MURDERING PSYCHO. It just means you tend to be bubbly as you smash people's heads in.

You have TWO RULING HOBBIES, the first of which is TROLLIAN LITERATURE. You just love a good book! It's one of the only things that can make you CALM FOR FIVE SECONDS. You also love anything that has to do with COMPUTERS. You are proficient in PROGRAMMING, and are a kick ass GAMER. You rock those fucking troll games hardcore. There is no game you cannot CONQUER. And your codes? UNHACKABLE and UNTOUCHABLE. (At least, so far.)

You have a knack for FASHION, and your favorite outfit is that of a stripped rust and black dress, a high collared vest bearing your INSIGNIA of an ASYMMETRICAL FLOWER, and a pair of tall black boots, which is obviously a blatant DISREGARD FOR THE RULES, BUT YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS. In all honesty, you're pretty surprised you haven't been culled yet. It could be because you live in a highly SECLUDED AND RURAL HIVE, out in the literal middle of nowhere. You might as well be A FUCKING HERMIT.

You were originally the ward of a LARGE BURGUNDY MEOWBEAST. However, it disappeared around the middle of your fifth sweep. The

Today is the day that you and some other trolls are going to play SGRUB. Which is a game that you TOTALLY ILLEGALLY ACQUIRED from a troll somewhere in the city that you occasionally snatch epic games from. Not like the supposed genius ever notices. He's probably too busy lisping about how awesome he is to even notice that YOU HAVE BEEN "BORROWING" THINGS FROM HIS GRUBWORK FOR SWEEPS. Ah well. His lost, you guess. In any case, you're just super fucking stoked to start this game. You just know that the others will love it.

Name: Poppii Dweler

Age: 7 sweeps

Gender: Feminine

Blood: Auburn Burgundy

Symbol: an asymmetrical flower with six petals.

Appearance: Of short height with an extra foot and half in horn height, this troll comes off as far too small to be such a huge PROBLEM. Her hair is cut in two distinct layers, one that brushes her shoulders and curls up, and the second that reaches her waist. Her bangs frame her face near her eyes and her cheekbones. Her eyes are still the same grey as the usual adolescent's colour, and her asymmetrical horns curl up and out, with one curling slightly inward, almost straight up.

Lusus: (deceased) A giant red meowbeast with six legs and foot long fangs.

Moirial: Alvaro Callom

Hive: A low to the ground, labyrinthine structure built of the indigenous stone. The rooms have a wide, open feel, due to the lack of completed walls. Wild beasts tend to roam freely in and out if her home. Each wall that does exist is painted a different colour, and the doorframes extend from ceiling to floor.

Handle: auspiciousPetals

Quirk: YOU LIKE TO YELL ABOUT EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE S-S-SUPER EXCITED ABOUT EVERY FUCKING TH-THING!!

Sylladex: The colour wheel. Everything gets sorted by colour into a wheel. They are then stacked in small boxes on top of one another. However, you never have any idea what's in the box you remove, since they are all the same size and colour.

Strife Specibus: The Colourblade, a combination of a sword and a paintbrush that slices through the air with bright streaks of colour.

God Tier: Knight of Hope

Moon: Prospit.

Land: Land of Music and Sunshine

Alvaro Callum

==> BE THE LEADER THEY NEED.

Your name is ALVARO CALLOM, and you are so fucking fed up with this bullshit. If your RODENTBEAST LUSSUS goes into your respite block one more time when you are out, you might actually Strife with him.

You are a 8 SWEEP OLD CINNAMON BLOOD, and you are so STOIC that it legitimately freaks out others. Something about your heavy, browsing grey gaze just makes everyone uncomfortable when you want it to. Usually, you're rather RELAXED DESPITE YOUR SERIOUS ATTITUDE. You have a strangely open air about you, and many TROLLS FEEL AS THOUGH THEY CAN TALK TO YOU. It makes you a very natural COORDINATOR AND LEADER. You follow your INTUITION, even when others question you.

You live near the outer edge of a hive cluster, in a rather straight, tall hive with complexly shaped floors and walls. Your LUSSUS is a GOLDEN BROWN KILLER RODENTBEAST, and she in no way respects your privacy. She has a tendency to sniff through your belongings, so you get a lot of STRIFE PRACTICE.

You have a variety of interests, that include COLLECTING DISCARDED HORNS FROM DECEASED TROLLS, SOLVING COMPLEX PUZZLES, AND DEVELOPING ELABORATE BATTLE STRATEGIES. Your horn collection includes a wide range of sizes and shapes, and even includes some very rare fully grown troll horns from the years of the rebellion.

Name: Alvaro Callom

Age: 8 Sweeps

Gender: Masculine

Blood Color: Cinnamon

Appearance: Tall in height, nearly six feet and four inches, with slender, backward bent horns adding another four inches to his height. He tends to stand incredibly straight and stiff, making him look even more tall. His hair is straight and choppy in length, the rough strands blocking out segments of face. His eyes have begun to colour in their iris, and have a strange grey brown colour. He has sharper nails than the usual.

Symbol: A glyph that resembles a music note.

Lussus: Killer Rabbit. (Rodentkind)

Moirial: Poppii Dweler

Sylladex: A very direct and simple to use modus called Thing-In-A-Bottle. It captchalouges his items into labeled bottles and shrinks them to fit in a canvas satchel. The satchel contains thirty-two slots and bottles, that allows for thirty-two items. To use on of these items, he simply needs to uncork the bottle and retrieve the item with a set of tweezers. It will then maximize to it's real size.

Strife Specibus: Chakramkind. His spinning circular blades of death are painted a wicked bronze.

Handle: enviousCalamity

Typing quirk: //He has a tendency to speak with supreme severity.//

God Tier: Heir of Light

Moon: Derse

Land: Land of Fog and Gold.

[Aqua]

FLEILT APRELL

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 HUNTSMAN, 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 HUNTSMAN, even if the connections seem to be a stretch. You suppose the HUNTSMAN 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.

Regular CS

Name:
Fleilt Aprell
Age:
8 and a half sweeps.
Gender:
Male
Blood:
Turquoise
Symbol:
A blue oval with two brown-red carrots inside it. (^^)
Appearance:
Fleilt is... Fleilt is something else. His horns aren't as big as any other's. they're honestly mostly like horns of a little devil you'd see in mainstream media. He's rather tall, standing at a rough 5'11. He's very skinny, possibly under one hundred pounds, but he's not sure.
His skin color is the generic grey you'd expect from trolls, his hair is at a midlength, and it's rather wavy. His features would be considered feminine. His eyes are somewhat small and green, and his hips are wide.

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Lusus:
Fox
Moirial:
N/A
Kismesis:
Irevir Grawel
Auspistice:
N/A
Matesprit
N/A
Hive:
A tower with an orb at the top of it serving as an observatory/bedroom.

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Handle:
outlandishExaminer
Quirk:
Replaces apostrophes with *'s, often doesn't use proper pronunciation after that. He rambles and sends messages to early, then continues until he's called out on it, placing a period after that.
Example: Don*t talk to me you*re such a dolt.
Sylladex:
Book modus-
With every captchalogued item adds a page into the book, the page includes a brief description of the item and the item can be retrieved by ripping a page out of the book.
Strife Specibus:
Bowkind and Bladekind
God Tier:
Prince of Heart
Moon:
Derse
Land:
Land of Skin and Meadow
LOSAM is... revolting. With rivers of blood, and plains of skin as far as the eye can see. The skin is of an indeterminate species.

---will edit with 2nd character l8r---