effervescentF — Roleplayer Guild

At first, you are certain that you have the upper hand and are going to keep it. But the hesitation from realizing the caliginous nature of this interaction allows the stranger enough time to shove you off of him and then––oof. You stagger backward, winded by the powerful kick, and instinctively raise your arms to shield your head and throat, because there is no way he won't take advantage of your weakness and try to tear your throat out. 

But he doesn't. He just... absconds, leaving you clutching your chest and trying to catch your breath. You wipe your face with your forearm, which turns out to be a mistake because it just leaves an olive smear across your face. Papa Prongs is going to be out of his mind with worry if you don't clean up before you get home. 

...How are you going to get home? You are not willing to try crawling through that hole again. 

Oh. And there are humans staring at you. Humans. You've never even seen a human before, save for a small dead one. They look scared, which is ridiculous because you are outnumbered and weakened and terrified. You put a hand up, hesitantly, and say, "Hi?" to the onlooking mammals.

Name: Irevir Grawel

Age: 8 sweeps

Handle: effervescentFeral

Lusus: Wolf

Sign: )+

Blood color: Teal

Personality: Bubbly (effervescent, even), excitable, and a tad unpredictable. Loves cute things, and will often scream over them. Usually friendly, although she can be rude, sometimes without knowing it and sometimes perfectly intentionally. Overly enthusiastic about stuff. Enjoys fighting but jokingly. A “wild child”, she feels at her best when she is outside, usually in bare feet, tracking animals and peeing in the woods. Completely disregards the expectations of her caste as a teal-blood and doesn’t much care for the hemospectrum (but she pretends to, to be ironic). Easily distracted from conversations by movements, but very focused when hunting. Overprotective of her moirail, Kaitan, afraid of bodies of water, and seemingly always hungry. Likes to howl. 

Bio: After completing her trials, Irevir was selected by a wolf, with whom she quickly formed a bond. She chose to build her hive in the foothills of the mountains, because they seemed most like home to wolf-mom. Her lusus taught her to track, hunt, and howl. She figured out on her own how to make atlatls and their respective darts so that she could help hunt. As a result of her upbringing, Irevir mostly eats raw meat, but she occasionally fits some roots and berries into her diet. She’s very tuned to nature and spends most of her time outside.

Land: Land of Fog and Mystery

Classpect: Witch of Life (sorry sorry sorry aahh)

Dreamer: Derse

Strife Specibus: Atlatlkind (she has to alchemize darts)

Typing Quirk: )+ \ Scratch€s thrøugh h€r €’s and ø’s, lik€ this!

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Your name is IREVIR GRAWEL, and damn, do you LOVE the way your last name RESEMBLES THE SOUNDS WILD ANIMALS MAKE. 

You have a variety of INTERESTS, many of which take place in the GREAT OUTDOORS. It is, of course, extremely dangerous out there, but you have an EXCELLENT LUSUS to protect you. After all, you cannot TRACK DOWN AND SLAUGHTER ANIMALS while cooped up in your hive, nor can you urinate on the forest floor to MARK YOUR TERRITORY. You are somewhat competent with an ATLATL, which is your weapon of choice because sometimes you don’t see the point of dirtying your teeth. 

You are a wild child, and perfectly HAPPY THAT WAY, even though some of your peers might sometimes perceive this UNBOUND JOY as you simply being either completely BATSHIT FUCKING INSANE, which you are not, or having some kind of HYPERACTIVITY DISORDER, which may have some truth to it. You consider yourself quite the FOODIE, as your palette is sensitive and your taste in UNCOOKED FLESH is one of the best. 

Your trolltag is effervescentFeral and you claw thrøugh yøur €s and Øs!

Name: Velant Corune

Age: 8 sweeps

Handle: nimbleAgrarian

Lusus: Pronghorn antelope

Sign: ☈

Blood color: Olive

Personality: Reserved, quiet and thoughtful, and therefore often mistaken for shy, which he’s not––okay, maybe just a little. But mostly he is introverted, and prefers to just kind of do his own thing. He is a little anxious, and he needs to chew on something constantly to alleviate it. Usually this something is a blade of grass or wheat, because he is a hick, but it has known to be writing instruments (although this has resulted in Velant spraying himself in the face with ink, so he tries to stick with plants). Enjoys reading and writing (bad fanfics), and gardening. Eats mostly plants and insects. Easily startled and kind of jumpy. Gets flustered and stuttery when he’s pissed off. He’s slow to anger, but in the event that he decides to STRIFE, he likes to headbutt. Favorite times of day are early morning and late evening. 

Bio: After completing his trials, he was chosen by a pronghorn. He became very closely attached to his lusus, who gave him rides on his back and still does sometimes. His lusus taught him to differentiate between edible plants and poisonous ones, and also to be scared shitless by just about every sudden movement. Whoops, not shitless. Just scared. Antelope-dad doesn’t appreciate swearing, for some mysterious reason, so neither does Velant. Anyway, he chose to build his hive in a wide-open grassland where there would be plenty of room to abscond if anything gross hit the whirling device. 

Land: Land of Journals and Barley

Classpect: Prince of Space

Dreamer: Prospit

Strife Specibus: Shovelkind

Typing Quirk: / instead of L, begins with |<, < instead of C

Your name is VELANT CORUNE. 

You like to think of yourself as a SIMPLE TROLL, but in a lifestyle way as opposed to intellectually. You do, after all, have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS, which you consider to be sufficiently healthy and well-rounded. For example, you enjoy WEAVING TALES about BRAVE COUNTRY FOLK and their incredibly high ROMANTIC TENSION. You also like to GROW PLANTS for the sole purpose of CONSUMING THEM. 

You are suspicious of SUDDEN MOVEMENTS and LOUD NOISES, and you have always been taught by your WISE LUSUS to abscond instead of strife. Because of your CONSTANT VIGILANCE, you have a slight ANXIETY PROBLEM, which you alleviate by CHEWING ON PLANTS. 

Your trolltag is nimbleAgrarian and you /ike to in<orporate parts of your symbo/ into your writing.

Name: Astavi Saelys

Age: 7 sweeps

Handle: cunningCrocodile

Lusus: Crocodile

Blood color: Iris

Personality: Asocial, quiet, and callous; seen as cold and uncaring. Values rational thinking and decisions above all else, and thinks it stupid to make emotion-based arguments and choices. Confident in her ability to make the most logical decision, and considers herself a leader. Pathological liar; justifies it in the event of being caught in any way she possibly can. (“Leaders always have a lot of secrets.” “I didn’t think you could handle the truth.”) Would kill without hesitation if she thought that it would be best for the session. Rarely, if ever, shares anything about herself, especially the fact that she has a fascination with experimentation on other trolls. 
 
Bio: Had a moat built around her hive so that her lusus would have some murky water to hang out in. Also, it brought about an intimidation factor that would hopefully prevent most predators or other trolls from intruding. Only started speaking to her fellow players because she saw that it would benefit her. Skills include cryptography, mathematics, and trapmaking. Interests include ancient Alternian history, biology, and bioengineering. 

Land: Land of Rivers and Snares

Classpect: Thief of Mind

Dreamer: Prospit

Strife Specibus: Lassokind

Typing Quirk: Adds a space: _ before punctuation, which she always adds. She types_, like this_.

Your name is ASTAVI SAELYS. 

As of right now, you have no EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENTS, nor do you desire any. You prefer to devote your time and energy to pursuits that are ACTUALLY USEFUL, such as DECODING and ELABORATE AND LETHAL TRAPS. As a result of your emotional detachment, you may be seen as COLD AND UNCARING, which you do not care to argue with. You have a bit of a LYING HABIT, which is okay because it’s JUSTIFIED, and you do not like anyone to know anything about you because that is not important. 

Your trolltag is cunningCrocodile and you like to leave thoughtful pauses before your punctuation_.

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