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Tetrac Garasu

Full Name: Tetrac Garasu
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'3" / 110 lbs
Age: 6 Sweeps

Personality:  Featuring: The luckiest idiot in all of paradox space! Most things will just go his way whether he actively tries to make them or just lets everything fall into place from the sidelines. It's a true blessing that he has this, yet he lacks the real backbone to abuse it. This being because he understands the dangers of free-thinking and as such, avoids learning more than what he should! A true believer of the caste system with zero thoughts of rebelling!

Although he tries his best to be the star-gutterblood everyone expects him to be, keeping these pent up aggression is definitely not healthy. In times, he'll act fairly passive-aggressive and snarky, but deny all claims of him acting like it. The fear of overachieving also keeps him in an eternal rookie-like state. In essentially everything he does, he tries to act clueless about it. Even If that certain something happens to be his hobby.

Physical appearance:
-Surprisingly muscular, which should be expected by an Alternian-Residen.



Strengths: Good Listener, Dependable, Optimistic (As much as one could be)
Weaknesses: Blind Follower, Bad at keeping secrets, Too restrictive on himself [As in he censors his opinion a lot]
Fears/Insecurities: The fear that all his attempts to stay in line and be a true believer will go to waste. -That and...pretty much anything that flies. He really dislikes things being over him, not that he'd be audible about it anyways.
Likes/Hobbies: Chess, Mechanic Work!, Watching people box [He'd never do it himself.], Occasional Online Gambling [he surprisingly wins a lot considering it's rigged to have most of his money get sucked away]
Dislikes: Hate Propaganda, Secrets, Loneliness

Handle: committedTechnician
Typing Quirk/Color:  
[*]always takes the time to be easy on the eyes, so he makes sure to censor curse words like f**king s*it like this.  / #7f0000
Blood color: Rust
Psionic Power: N/A.
Symbol:
Lusus: Rat-Crow. Th'Pops.

God Tier Title: Heir of Light / Bard of Void
Land: Land of Crystal and Industry
[Underground 'Stock Exchange'. Abusing the copious amounts of materials in the land and the consorts are constantly taking more away. The Denizen responds to this by consuming the entire planet with a thick toxic smoke that covers the skies. -As is the price for turning the land into a industrial hell-hole covered in mines.]
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: tireironkind

Spoiler:

Fetch Modus: Pocket

[When something is put away, one must feel around for their item. Time consuming]

Other: uh.
alternate sprites

Spoiler:

Zadere Areven

Full Name: Zadere Areven
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Average build, but relatively tall compared to the average troll. He has a good amount of muscle mass, but low definition.
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality: Introverted and submissive, he seems to be the perfect low-blood servant. However, he has a great sense for adventure, and constantly gets sidetracked in his imaginative escapades. He hoards objects which remind him of ancient artifacts, anything old and worn out that he thinks looks cool. He puts on a facade of optimism and happiness, always smiling even when hurt. In his mind this makes sure that his friends aren’t affected by his sadness or pain, and are happier with the illusion of his own happiness. He’s very careful and plans everything in advance, always taking his time to think things through before acting, sometimes to the detriment of not acting fast enough. He thinks very highly of others, especially those in higher castes, and constantly strives to please them, constantly worrying about his actions, which further delays his planning process and slows his response time.

(I'll probably expand on this as I roleplay him and get his personality down better)

Physical appearance:

Drawing (Warning, I can't figure out how to shrink the image, it's huge):

Slightly Inaccurate Sprite:

Zadere is tall and averagely muscled, due to his constant adventuring and also his job serving higher blood castes. He wears a white button-up shirt with his symbol stitched onto the upper right of his chest. He also wears cargo pants, and either sandals or work boots, depending on where his latest adventure takes him. His black hair flows down to his waist, always tangled in knots and ruffled about due to him never taking care of it properly. When in a cold climate or just trying to look fancy, we wears a scarf which matches the tannish-brown color of his pants. He wears a pair of square glasses which he needs to see far away. He removes them for viewing things up close, which his eyes are extremely adept at. His horns are small and curve slightly downward, resembling his symbol, which appears to be a similar shape to a pickaxe.


Strengths: Creative, Observant, Careful
Weaknesses: Paranoid, Submissive, Helps Others to His Own Detriment
Fears/Insecurities: He fears above all else that people won’t like him, and strives to please everyone he can.
Likes/Hobbies: Dumpster Diving/Treasure Hunting, Cooking, Art
Dislikes: Cleaning, Violence, Swimming

Handle: optimisticArchaeologist
Typing Quirk/Color: Calls old worn-out things “treasures”, overuses exclamation points, and adds extra punctuation when excited.

Blood color: Bronze
Psionic Power: He can summon, and speak to, the spirits of the deceased while close to their remains.
Symbol: (See Appearance Section Image)
Lusus: Pigeon-kitten (I’ll draw this later)- A small white kitten with wings and a spot on its face above its nose similar to that of a pigeon.

God Tier Title: Knight of Space
Land: Land of Frogs and Ziggurats
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: bladekind
Fetch Modus: (Do people actually use these in roleplaying?)



If anything needs improving or you think anything could be better (even if it meets the requirements) let me know! I always like constructive criticism.

Huxley Kraguz

Full Name: Huxley Kraguz

Gender: male

Physique (Height/Weight): 5’11”/150lbs

Age: 8.77 sweeps

Personality:

Expressive

If Hux is in discomfort he will voice it. Or if you're doing something disgusting, he'll narrate every single moment with a displeased tone. You'll often have to warn him he's talking a few octaves louder during a conversation, as he's certainly not tracking his vocal cords.

Determined

If working towards a goal, Hux is pretty much a work horse, a job cannot go undone without the proper attention. This can apply to any given task. Where his stubbornness shines through, people fail to spot how much he cares.

Passionate

Hux has very strong feelings, which again, is the reason why he never tackles anything half hearted. He will often express himself in outbursts, or resign to silence and brood on the matter. Wether he shows such social techniques towards other trolls he feels for is uncertain, and will often seek out their company in the most unconventional ways. Hux isn't a class A student in troll etiquette, and cannot always direct that energy into something positive.

Forgiving

Hux will let go of resentment and anger to pardon someone who has wronged him, depending on how severe. If it affected others on a larger scale, you won't be given a second chance so lightly.

Physical appearance:

A set of pointy teeth with slightly enlarged canines, none are chipped. Face is smooth and cheeks bones sharp, wears a stern look where eyebrows are permanently furrowed. Wavy hair that is tied into a high ponytail, worn down, it reaches shoulder length. Moves stiffly when in motion and never slouches, for fear of it ruining posture. Horns spiral upwards three twists, see markor goat horns.Tends to put on gray simple shirts with long sleeves displaying his symbol, and black jeans. Shoes also remain just as colourless, or a navy blue. Hux's hair ties tend to vary any colour on the spectrum, as he misplaces and looses them a lot.

Strengths:

Sensitive taste buds: Can detect the subtlest flavours in food, which has inevitably led to Hux's picky eating habits. Fast food? Yuck. Oh yes, he’ll absolutely show his distress, and narrate every single salty chip you eat.

Rotary ears: Can rotate his ears 270 degrees independently. They are long, with a little point at the tips, curving in towards each other. An expert in ear language? You'll have no problem guessing his surface emotions.

Adept bowman: Hux can triangulate the direction of wind using his ears to fire arrows with precision. His practice stems from shooting a poor mantis lusus with plastic arrows tipped with suction cups.

Weaknesses:

Cannot swim: Is unable to float without assistance, and would likely sink like a stone.

Social interaction: A bit of a dunce when it comes to the finesse of interacting with others. It's easier with the mind set: respect higher castes: ignore lower ones:.

Dancing: Hux has two left feet, if you want to save yours and avoid crushed toes, don't risk trying to teach him the steps to Beyoncés single ladies.

Fears/Insecurities:

Captivity, being cooped up or confined.

Drowning, an inability to swim, there's no chance Hux would approach the waters edge, it's pretty embarrassing to talk about.

Loosing control, loosing control of his hereditary aggression and harming a redrom.

Prudeness, is afraid of revealing skin.

Public displays of affection, prefers the sanctity of a hive.

Likes/Hobbies:

Knitting. Did I mention knitting? Let me rummage through my sack, oh, look at all these yarn balls.

Downing a whole bottle of sauce and forcing tiny sachets to watch.

Ear scritches.

Dislikes:

Being bossed about, fetch your own remote, I'm comfortable watching soaps all day.

Getting tickled, raspberries are not appreciated, so don't even try.

Greasy food, BARF.

Excitable/overbearing trolls, yikes.

Handle: cannedCaterpillar

Typing Quirk/Color: replaces blue with bloo. Doubles o's.

"Hoow are yoou tooday?"

Blood color: Indigo

Psionic Power: none

Symbol: orion hunter symbol, 3 circles joined by dashes

Lusus: a big mantis

Strife Specibus: bowkind
Fetch Modus: TBA

Other:

Can and will eat glitter
Favourite snack is mayonnaise
Themes:
the good in me - Jon Bellion
my way - Chase Holfelder
sleep on the floor - The Lumineers

Viseri Venjin (EDIT)

Full Name: Viseri Venjin
Gender: Female (uses she/her and they/them.)
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'6, 164lbs.
Age: 13 sweeps.

Personality:
Viseri's main quality is her ability to just.. Not give a fuck whatsoever. She has grown from a timid, wimpy troll into a casual killer since joining an underground fight club, and doesn't intend to go back to her old ways.

This being said, she is a very cold troll with a morbid sense of humor. In the arena, she is very cocky and enjoys taunting her opponents with information she digs up before each match. She loves getting into people's heads just to mess with them.

V isn't a complete asshole, though. She stays loyal to quads and friends, and is actually relatively kind to them. A word of advice; don't get on her bad side.

Physical appearance:
Viseri has short, fluffy black hair that she often ties back into a little rat pony-tail. She almost never lets her hair down, because she's ashamed of the poor job she did cutting it, plus her two little black moth antennae stick up. Her wardrobe changes a lot, but her main outfit mainly consists of bandages wrapped around her chest, a large bloodstained candy red jacket, and a pair of black soccer shorts. She prefers to walk around barefoot.

Strengths:

• Excellent fighter, especially unarmed.
  
• Immeasurable rage in the arena.
  
• Very, very large fear of dying again.
  
• Rainbowdrinker perks.
  
• Will become increasingly violent in a fight if she's losing.
  

Weaknesses:

• Pop her ego, and she'll just deflate.
  
• Hard to approach.
  
• Loud.
  
• Overly-confident.
  
• Big burly lowblooded trolls. She's weak for 'em.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Dying once again.
  
• Tyrians. Not that she won't fight them, it's mainly just fear that drives her to.
  
• Daywalkers.
  
• Very, very insecure about her body.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Reading.
  
• Gardening and supplying what food she can to the lowblood village she lives by.
  
• Fighting, of course.
  
• BIG. BURLY. LOWBLOODED. TROLLS.
  

Dislikes:

• Neat-freaks.
  
• Super clean areas.
  
• Being ignored.
  
• Water.
  

Handle: daylightWanderer [DW]
Typing Quirk/Color:#006633, all lowercase unless you want to EMPHASIZE IMPORTANT THINGS!!!! also, a LOT of EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!
Blood color:Jade, #008141
Psionic Power: N/A.
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus: Moth man mom, a giant moth who liked to wander off a lot.

Strife Specibus: 2xdaggerKind.
Fetch Modus: TBA.

Other:
mothman is real.

Jaivyn Deksea (EDIT)

Full Name: Jaivyn "Jaiv" Deksea.
Gender: Female.
Physique (Height/Weight): 8'4 / 420lbs. A very big, powerful seadweller.
Age:19 sweeps.

Personality:
Jaivyn has grown from a bubbly, carefree kid to a seadweller too focused on her status and duties to do much else other than work. She is a stern, hard-assed leader who seldom shows her soft side publicly, but that's to be expected of an heiress. She wants her throne, and she'll do anything to get it.

This doesn't always apply, though. She still enjoys going to the bar and having a good time, though only on occasion. Jaivyn can be a very fun troll, but this is rare nowadays with her newfound responsiblities. She still enjoys regularly playing with her lusus, letting the massive leviathan slither after her on the beach.

Physical appearance:

Big Fish Lady:

Strengths:

• Jaivyn is incredibly intimidating as a tyrian, and just by the way she looks.
  
• She could honestly crush someone's skull with her hands alone if she really wanted to put in the effort.
  
• Loyal to quadmates, would give anything for them.
  
• Can be ruthless from time to time.
  

Weaknesses:

• Holds grudges.
  
• Relatively short fused.
  
• Can be violent where it isn't needed.
  
• Devoted to quads, even if they're toxic.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Losing the power she worked so hard to gain.
  
• Being culled, especially by another heiress.
  
• Being used.
  
• Herself, to be fully honest.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Hanging out with her lusus.
  
• Doodling.
  
• Singing. She always wanted to be a popstar or.. Something like that. Dream big, kiddo.
  
• Practicing speeches in the mirror.
  
• Exploring the open ocean around her hive.
  
• Loud classic rock.
  

Dislikes:

• Being talked down to, though who would be stupid enough to do that?
  
• Large amounts of light.
  
• Rebellious lowbloods. She's just trying to help.
  
• Classical music.
  

Handle: sereneImperial [SI]
Typing Quirk/Color:Perfect grammar and syntax, no quirk. It's already childish enough that she has one still.
Blood color: Fuchsia, #99004D.
Psionic Power: N/A.
Symbol:

Lusus: Leviathanmom, a massive leviathan just bigger than her underwater castle hive.

Strife Specibus:2x3dentKind, a massive custom made golden trident.
Fetch Modus: TBA.

Other:

Cergas Sangin

Name: Cergas Sangin
Gender: Male
Physique: 6'3" 159 lbs.
Age: 7.85 Sweeps or 17.1 years

Personality: Cergas tries to be a friendly person, for people he doesn't know he shows basic respect and tends to appear calm around them. When asked for help he generally ends up helping them, he has trouble saying no to people. He has very intense views on individuals, this meaning if he cares about you he will do almost anything to aid you. But, if he hates you, you better be worried about your safety. But as mentioned before if you gain his trust and care, he will watch over you and risk everything for you. He generally appears calm and collected on the surface but on the inside he is picking at his choices, constantly analyzing what he does, how much he's helped, and whether or not he deserves to call himself a good person. He tends to have very intense emotional breakdowns when he believes he's alone and generally cries for hours at a time. Cergas is a fan of playing cards and generally never leaves the hive without a good deck, just in case a game approaches.

Appearance: Cergas is a generally relaxed person and his appearance shows it. He has thick untidy long hair. He has the beginning of a goatee growing, which he refuses to shave quite stubbornly. He generally lets his hair be loose but when things get serious, such as an intense cards game or combat, he pulls it back into a ponytail. His left eyebrow has a divide in it where you can see a small scar. He generally wears a grey button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he tends to have the top two buttons undone. He wears black jeans and a matching black leather belt, he wears combat boots for footwear.

Strengths: Cergas is a fairly charismatic person, and has a strange knack for psychology and reading people. He takes great pride in his ability to help people. He has a great amount of endurance. He's made a vow to himself to never stoop to any sort of physical self harm.
Weaknesses: Cergas' pride in his work is also his weakness. If someone were to insult his ability to help or counsel others he would grow furious. He secretly hates not being in a position of power, but not for any malicious reasons he purely loves the safety it gives him. Cergas has a lot of conflicting beliefs and is very self loathing.
Fears/Insecurities: Cergas has a very intense fear of being forgotten. It drives him to work himself to his limits and often times he tries to push beyond them. This is with very little success. He hates the idea of losing all respect and love from his friends and family. He fears he'll eventually screw up bad enough to lose it all at once.
Likes/Hobbies: Cergas is an intense lover of card games. Especially those involving money. His other hobbies include Baking, and Helping his friends, He also enjoys watching lighthearted comedy's.
Dislikes: Cergas has a mild dislike of horror movies but if invited to watch one with a group of friends will likely go. He has a deep hatred for all forms of bullying and will interfere with any he finds out about. He doesn't like boxed, baked goods at all. He thinks its a Cheap fake to baking from scratch.

Handle: crestfallenCrusader (CC)
Typing Quirk/Color: Cergas tends to capitalize the first letter of ords he feels are important. This isn't shown in how he talks. He also types in Jade green.
Blood Color: Cergas is a Jade blood and a Rainbow drinker.
Psionic power: None that aren't attributed to being a Rainbow Drinker.
Symbol:The symbol of the sun. (Look it up it'll be the first result.)
Lusus: Cergas' Lusus is a very, very large Salamander.

Godtier: Knight of Blood
Land: Land of Lies and Loyalty
Derse/Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Bolt action rifle/Polearms
Fetch Modus: Playing Card Modus

Aquilo Mori

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
Full Name: Aquilo Mori
Gender: Male ( masculine| brute)
Physique (Height/Weight):
Age:
Human: 20 | 9.23 sweeps
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Personality:
Kind| scheming| loyal| manipulative when needed be| traitorous| tired| broken mentality to a certain degree. | Good natured

For a violet blood, most would assume he’s an ass kisser.  More ways than one, Aquilo like the rest of his fellow members of his blood are of course supposed to be at the beck and call of the royal family or so they say.  He as the most of the common traits of those, snobbish and literally assholes.   No disregard to the low-bloods.  Coming to this, he had learned that to be different one, although it would be within hidden attempts behind closed doors,  not all violet blood are complete asses.

One step ahead.  He must be a step ahead of all the rest, he has to be a thousand steps ahead or what else would cause sudden collapse and destruction on his own counterpart.  To the point all this careful planning and scheming had driven him to the point of paranoia and near hysteria.  
Manipulation a skill which could turn deadly depending on those who have used it, something that he himself hates using.   Unless the person truly deserves their own utter destruction, he is just a helping hand to their own upending doom.  

Although not all would assume for him to be kind.  No one would expect a gentle word or something in that nature of, course not.  He’s a violet blood, someone of high esteem.  Someone who is important after all.  
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
Physical appearance:

Strengths:
- He’s very careful.  Always cleaning up the loose ends that he doesn’t need to be existing.
-  He comes off a guy that is just way too unworthy of companionship and dangerous to those who wouldn’t trust him.
-  He can come up with good lies which have gotten him out of dangerous situations.

Weaknesses:
- From the lack of sleep and been so careful as slowly come to affect his mental state.  He is so careful, that it slowly working into his awakens state of doing things.
-  His loyalty is wavering in accordance of doing this like he supposed to.  

Fears/Insecurities:
- He’s much softer in the inside than what he shows on the outside.  
-been exposed.
- Betraying all that he knew for what cause?
Likes/Hobbies:
He likes to collect things.
He took the practice of knitting.  
He likes the smell of old books ( weird I know)
Dislikes:
Exposure
How snobbish and indifferent his blood spectrum is.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

Handle:
Schemingnature
Typing Quirk/Color:
E = 3 // o = # // H = ]-[
“ S3v3n ]-[3lls what d# y#u m3an?!”
Blood color:
Violet
Psionic Power:
n/a
Symbol:
Tonna ( type of seashell)
Lusus:
Hermit crab
God Tier Title:
Knight of Heart
Land:
Land of beach and tide pools
Derse or Prospit: Prospit?
Strife Specibus:
Hiddenweaponkind ( think Kingsmen)
Fetch Modus:
Wallet
Other:
While writing this glorious fellow’s bio.  I realized he’s more fitting in the Alterian timeline than Beforian.

Also the lyrics are from My way, but it's mostly from the minor key. Makes it sound more depressping and awesome.

Vela Algor

Full Name:  Vela Algor
Gender:  Female ( femme/ feminine)
Physique (Height/Weight):  5’5 ( wears platform shoes so looks about to be 5’10)| 96lb ( drifts  between 96-110)
Age:  Human: 16 | 7.38 sweeps

Personality:
Desire to travel | free spirit| introverted| creative

Vela is one hundred percent a wanderer or someone who just has a bad case of wanderlust.  She is nomadic, to the extreme.  She never seems to be able to stay in one location, always on the move.   For the burgundy blood, she is on the move, seeming to look for a new place to live, a sense of adventure living in the moment kind of thing, as the saying goes “Carpe diem.”  Coming with that trait she is mildly territorial just depends on the circumstances of her terrain.  She is willing to share just it comes down to the certain resources that she as or in direct need of having.   If she saw it first, she’s gonna fight for it.

Been a free spirit she has an honest respect for nature, and has as like an herbalist understanding to what she does when it relates been along with the earth in a way.  One with mother earths that kind of thing, minus the hippy bull.  She as more friends probably from creatures in the realms than from her own species.  She is an introvert; never seem to hold a solid conversation for she is more interested in been on her own, than actually having to deal with someone else.

Her clothing probably is an example of her creative nature. From various designs and creation of what her clothes even her own weapon almost unique in a way.
Physical appearance:
The first thing one would notice would be her hair.  Her hair is always in elaborate but beautiful hairstyles from various braids depending on the day or when she wants to change the style, from the simplistic to the downright complicated.  There is always a piece of fabric that clings towards the end of her braid, always.

Her clothing would consist of worn material, mostly ranging between the colors of her blood color and black.  The material is light and breathable with actual point of easy to move in, since she would be on the move more often than most of her fellow trolls.  Majority of the time she would be seen wearing a robe.
Strengths:
- She can run for a good amount of distance without getting winded.
-  Decent at tracking
- Very crafty and creative always making something.

Weaknesses:
- Painfully shy.
- tends to wander more often when conflicts arise
- can come off as aggressive when it comes to resources.

Fears/Insecurities:
- Physical interactions with others.
- Rejection
- been controlled
Likes/Hobbies:
- Currently she has taken up the hobby of weaving clothes for her ability to earn small merchandise in the areas she travels to.
- draws a good deal.
- discovering new places
- Open spaces
Dislikes:
- remaining solitary
- Lack of motivation
-  enclosed places
Handle:
Creativewander
Typing Quirk/Color:
E = 3 // o = 0 // O = OOO
“H3y!  B3 Car3ful!”  “ Y000 my dud3!”
Blood color:  A lighter shade of burgundy
Psionic Power:
n/a
Symbol:
Her constellation
Lusus:
Cave lion
God Tier Title: Maid of Life
Land:
Land of open spaces and plains
Derse or Prospit:
Derse
Strife Specibus:
Scythekind
Fetch Modus:
Pictionary
Other:
PHEW this was a challenge.

Haisen Ugasni [Dancestor] ((Donerino)

Full Name: Haisen Ugasni
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 4'10", 117 pounds.
Age: 8.31 sweeps ((18 years))

Personality: Haisen is a manipulator, through and through. She knows she's small and looks weak. She is, actually. She won't deny it. But she tries to act sweet and kind to hide that she absolutely loves being the puppeteer. If you know her, she's going to try and make you dance around.

She will attach herself to somebody in an attempt to get them to take the fall for her, or to fight on her side that "She's too sweet and innocent to do anything like that!"

She's also rather cowardly. She's the kind of person to have somebody else squish a spider because she's too afraid to. Easily scared and manipulated,

Physical appearance: Haisen isn't very large, whatsoever. She is a short little twig of a troll, and isn't all that strong either. She doesn't look all that intimidating, in fact, she looks like she isn't a threat whatsoever, in her face alone.

Her outfit, to some degree, denies this. She wears an extravagant and frilled black dress with blue trims and frills, although the dress itself isn't all that outwardly large, ((very Victorian in appearance)), accompanied with her symbol on her left breast. She dons tattered thigh-highs along with knee-high black leather boots ((though they lack heels)), as well as an eyepatch over her left eye, in the same blue as her blood and her dress trimmings.  The only other clothing she wears are full-fingered blue gloves that go to her elbows.
Strengths:

• She is often capable of calming people
  
  She herself is kind and soft outwardly
  
  She's aware that with her personality and appearance that she appears fairly innocent and weak, and will use this to her advantage
  
  Manipulative, likes to puppet people around
  

Weaknesses:

• Small and weak
  
  Not always a convincing liar, which is important for a manipulator.
  
  Gets in over her head with her manipulations
  
  Usually found out with her manipulations and treated badly because of it
  
  Only really manipulates so that she feels involved in any sort of social situation
  
  Tries to get people to protect her from herself and those that are angry at her
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• One day, she'll sever her own puppet strings and truly become the weak and small girl
  
  Dogs. Big, scary canines.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Sewing
  
  Creating dolls
  
  Puppets and puppeteering - Both people and actual puppets
  
  Soft and gentle music
  
  Eating eggs
  

Dislikes:

• People realizing she's pulling their strings
  
  Being alone in any sense
  
  Anyone who ever uses the term "yeet"
  
  Anything overly sweet
  

Handle: stockholmsSweetheart
Typing Quirk/Color: SS: ∞c| Practically the same as Esecru Ugasni
Blood color: Dark Blue
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Two chains linked diagonally.
Lusus: Large horned lizard.

God Tier Title: Maid of Blood
Land: Land of Puppets and Strings
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Scissorkind.
Fetch Modus: Severance - You have to snip the strings that wrap around the card.

Other:

Caymun Medica

Full Name: Caymun Medica
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Lanky and bony enough to look malnourished.
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Caymun is a shut in alchemist with a complex. He is an intense believer in the class system and highly manipulative person. He spends most of his time in his hive messing with potions and chemicals hoping to achieve the secrets of alchemy. He is highly intelligent and knows just how to use people for his benefit. His only interest is advancement of knowledge and science. In his eyes he isn't a "bad guy" he's just doing whats right. He psychologically evaluates everyone he meets and keeps a list of their personal fears and weaknesses. He can go from calm and collected to manic and animated in the blink of an eye. When he gets worked up on his experiments, he will disregard the safety of himself and others in the name of science.

Physical appearance: Caymun is a tall and bony troll with pronged horns. He wears an eye-patch, lab-coat, and black striped sweater with his symbol. He wears blue jeans and boots with violet stripes.

Strengths: Caymun is incredibly intelligent and can read people like an equation. He is extremely determined and will do anything to reach his goal.
Weaknesses: He cannot work well with others unless they are following his orders and suffers for it.
Fears/Insecurities: Caymun is afraid of being a failure and having his efforts amount to nothing. Defeat is the same as death for him.
Likes/Hobbies: Caymun enjoys science, alchemy and the pursuit of knowledge.
Dislikes: Caymun dislikes being told what to do and being bothered by others.

Handle: asininePursuit
Typing Quirk/Color: replaces s with x and x with s
Blood color: Violet
Psionic Power: None.
Symbol: Alchemic symbol for salt.
Lusus: Elongated Barracuda.

God Tier Title:  Prince of Void
Land: Land of Sand and Virus
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: potionkind
Fetch Modus: Alchemize. The user has to correctly identify two elements in whatever they want to deploy.

Other: Theme Song:

#Troll #Violet #Prince #Void

Edit: I felt Void better suited his character.

Octane Beatri

Full Name: Octane Beatri
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Somewhat tall, thin, slightly muscular.
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Octane is an underground troll DJ with a quiet, but extremely loyal fanbase. The limelight is his element and he loves the attention. He works night and day on his songs and puts his heart and soul into his music but his true passion is just being a celebrity. He genuinely does try to do the right thing in most scenarios but would never do anything to jeopardize his fame. He is a people pleaser with an overwhelming intent to entertain. Despite being a lowblood his celebrity status earns him a very posh life. He moves from hive to hive doing shows all over the planet so he never has a permanent place to stay, so he tries his best not to get attached to people or places.

Physical appearance: Octane is a tall troll with long, curvy horns and slicked back hair. He wears a headset in his blood color and sparkling pink and blue ladder shades. His 'casual' clothing is a pink and black hoodie with his symbol on it, pink sweatpants, and black sneakers with pink stripes. However he is known to wear many flashy outfits at his shows.

Strengths: Octane is a people person, with intense charisma and style. He is very well liked and can hold a conversation with ease. He is very fast.
Weaknesses: Octane cannot stand to be hated, (unless it's the romantic kind), so he will do whatever it takes to make someone like him. This is not a good thing.
Fears/Insecurities: He fears losing his fame and becoming washed up.
Likes/Hobbies: Octane enjoys writing music, designing outfits, and collecting lucky charms.
Dislikes: Octane hates being ignored and not being liked.

Handle: benignAudio
Typing Quirk/Color: Doubles the letter o and frequently inserts hashtags into sentences. Types in his blood color.
Blood color: Gold
Psionic Power: Octane has audiokinesis. He can project his voice to a volume loud enough to deafen anyone close to him, use echolocation, accelerate his movement with sound waves, and silence anything that produces sound.
Symbol:                Symbol for natural used in music.
Lusus: A large female insectile bat.

God Tier Title: Heir of Light
Land: Land of Beats and Glow
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: microphonekind
Fetch Modus: Hopscotch. The user has to rythmically dance to unlock cards stored in the inventory.

Other: Theme Song:

Esecru Ugasni ((she be done))

Full Name: Esecru Ugasni ((pronounced "es-eh-croo you-gos-knee"))
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Six foot two, 237 pounds.
Age: 8.08 sweeps ((roughly seventeen and a half years))

Personality: Esecru is insanely stubborn and often refuses to have things go anything but her way. She ultimately believes that her way is the best. However, her will is not unshakable. She doesn't realize it, but she's often influenced by her obligation to assist others. If confronted with this, she will refuse it.

She tries to avoid violence, yet she also enjoys it. This is not a secret, unless you're blind or clueless. She has something of a short fuse, but for the most part she quickly smothers the fire on said fuse. Naturally, there will be some things that instantly ignite her.

As previously stated, she feels obliged to assist others however possible, and this oftentimes leads to her gaining respect for her deeds, and afterwards, people will ask her how to do things related. ((This actually led her to teach a class on how to assemble a boat once.))

She holds some amount of faith in the blood castes, mostly in that she'll live a longer natural life than those below her, and that those higher than her will live longer than she. Other than that, not much to be noted. She's not above using her own ranking to her advantage, though.

Physical appearance: Esecru is taller than most female trolls and a little weighty. Her hair is roughly shoulder-length and relatively straight, yet she often keeps it in a ponytail, all of it pulled back as much as possible. She has one eye that is blue. Not as in the iris, as in it's actually 100% blue. She has hyphema in one eye ((eye filled with blood)) from hitting herself with her weapon by accident long ago.

Anyways, for clothing she dons a blue sleeveless vest, underneath which lies a black shirt ((naturally with her symbol)) grey pants, and blue sneakers. She also adorns herself with a few accessories: Namely the a necklace with her symbol and a few rings also sporting them. Nothing too flashy or really noticeable.

pic, once more with thanks to aestheticAvenger:

Strengths: Stronk ((yet nowhere near mr. meatsweats, equius)), resistant to disease/poisons/venom/toxins, charisma ((aided by appearance, personality, and to some, blood status))
Weaknesses: Lack of depth perception, stubborness, slightly cloudy vision
Fears/Insecurities: She fears the ocean, for the seadwellers, the depth, and her inability to swim. She also fears the concept of nonexistence, and if it's brought up, will likely freak out.
Likes/Hobbies: Hunting, painting, birds, and the color teal. ((She has something of an initial bias in the favor of tealbloods because of this.))
Dislikes: Her own paintings, fucking up her own paintings because she's bad at it, large bodies of water, people that try to challenge her.

Handle: incarceratedOrigin #000056
Typing Quirk/Color: IO: ∞c|an't do that, i'm afred.
not within my grasp. c's are "replaced" with "∞c|" to resemble a shackle. also speaks with something of a scottish accent.
Blood color: Dark bl00 blue
Psionic Power: Nada.
Symbol: Two chains linked diagonally.
Lusus: Large horned lizard.

God Tier Title: Heir of Blood
Land: Land of Mirrors and Chain Rivers
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Chain-whip. Exactly what it sounds like. A length of chain you whirl around or smack somebody with. Alternatively, you could strangle them I guess. If she doesn't have access to a chain to use as a whip, she does carry around bolt cutters...
Fetch Modus: I can't think of a name right now, but essentially you just cut the card off of a chain with bolt cutters.

Other: Funnily enough, from her hyphema, she has figured out how to squirt blood from that eye. It doesn't take from said hyphema however, and rather her regular bloodstream.

Exaras Avraro (EDITED, CW; DRUG MENTION)

Full Name: Exaras "Ex" Avraro
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'9 / 137lbs
Age: 17 sweeps old.

Personality:
Exaras is a thin and relatively lanky troll, such as most malnourished lowbloods are. The difference between him and others, is that he's had things rather good. He has an average sized hive, a lusus and two mates that love him.. What more could you need? This being said, Exaras is a very laid-back and chill troll, though gets uncomfortable around those higher on the hemospectrum.

He mainly prefers the company of lower-blooded trolls and mutants, ones that make him feel right at home due to possessing his own form of mutation. His tongue is abnormally long, and he often uses it as a conversation piece or tool to grab things with. The coolest of party tricks, he says. Exaras is partially blind, and prefers to keep his eyes closed and off of the topic.

Physical appearance:

Icky Anteater Boy:

Strengths:

• Exaras is a very sweet troll, and often tries to talk his way out of sticky situations.
  
• He has excellent hearing due to his large ears, and tries to be constantly aware of his surroundings.
  
• Isn't easy to trust higher-blooded trolls.
  

Weaknesses:

• Timid to an extent. Very hesitant to fight.
  
• His ears are extremely sensitive to loud noises.
  
• Exaras can't fight very well.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Trolls above cerulean.
  
• Seadwellers, especially tyrians.
  
• Being ridiculed for his odd sense of style.
  
• Sunlight.
  
• Large lusii.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Getting absolutely baked with his boyfriends.
  
• Gardening.
  
• Rock/gem collecting.
  
• Listening to "loud" music, which isn't really that loud.
  
• Loafing around at hive.
  

Dislikes:

• Water/water bodies.
  
• Fish, the smell of fish, etc. It makes him sick.
  
• Highblooded trolls.
  
• Complete silence.
  
• Country music.
  
• Politics. Pink fish are only important because one big fish said so. Ugh.
  

Handle: undergroundNoisemaker [UN]
Typing Quirk/Color: #663300 His quirk is replacing o's with e's. He also types all lowercase.(ex; the quick brewn fex jumped ever the lazy deg.)
Blood color: Bronze, or #cc6600
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol:
Lusus: A large, lazy anteater with two tongues.

Strife Specibus: knifeKind. A pocket knife.
Fetch Modus: TBA.

Other:

Lettie Scourl

Full Name: Lettie Scourl
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Slightly taller than average and lithe and trim in build
Age: 15 earth years

Personality: Normally, Lettie is pretty mellow and unreactive. She might let out a wry smile or crack a dry joke, but in general she’s pretty subdued, as though her mind is elsewhere. Lettie, however, is prone to obsessive rages. She might wake up one day and just want to hurt people, the next minute being as cool as a cucumber. It could be anything that sets her off, but excessively happy people are a gimmie. In a rage she’s vindictive and hurtful, in general a bit of an excessively violent bitch.
Whether angered or not, she’s sharp and competent, a skilled operator when it comes to anything physical or practical. She’s pretty cordial when in a good mood, but down right toxic otherwise. She enjoys being engaged in conversation and has a soft spot for confident people- someone who could manage to dominate her. A bit of a romantic, she’s kind of a dork in that regard.

Physical appearance:

Image:

Lettie is very fit but still of average build, lithe and acrobatic. Her teeth are viciously sharp and she usually bears a wry smile beneath her upturned nose. She tousles her hair or gels it into a cooler style if she’s in a mood, but normally it’s a very neat and trim bob dyed white with a streak of jade- She wouldn’t do something like that if she didn’t know here genes were too good to cull. She dons herself with a variety of piercings, in her tongue and on her upper lip, along with three in each ear and two hoops in her right eyebrow. She’ll take out what she can if she’s feeling calm, but they usually go back in pretty quickly because she likes the tough aesthetic.
For clothes she usually wears tattered grey jeans and black tees, or just her pyjamas if she’s feeling especially mellow.

Strengths: Intense fear of death, rainbow drinker, vicious fighter.
Weaknesses: Erratic, susceptible to mental drubbings, short temper and bad people skills
Fears/Insecurities: The dark, the unknown, most people, sharp objects, bugs. You get the drift.
Likes/Hobbies: Sparring, FLARP if it’s violent, (Pantomime, brightly-colored clothing and high-riding fantasy novels, but it’s a secret!!), hitting things really hard
Dislikes: Other people, things she fears, her rages, being dead, being a rainbow drinker. Also, garlic and wooden stakes for some reason.

Handle: volatileEffervescent/vindictiveErratic
Typing Quirk/Color: all lower case, separ@ing all individual words and replacing ‘at’ in any word with @. Punctuation like ! and ? are doubled. wHEN @NGERED, SHE INVERTS C@PS AND REPL@CES A, with @. Depending on how mad she is, she might replace more letters with @.
Blood color: Jade #0c7842
Psionic Power: None
Symbol: @
Lusus: A crazy, violent Baboon that you should not give sharp objects.

God Tier Title: Knight of Rage
Land: Land of Polygons and Technicolor
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Whipkind
Fetch Modus: Pantomime modus. You have to pantomime using an object to retrieve it, otherwise it’s straight forward.

Other:

Miriah Cletus (Wip)

Full Name:Miriah Cletus
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight):
Age:

Personality: She is big mouthed, who is not afraid to put you in your place. Though she lacks a filter sometimes and says what's on her mind. She is very sensitive when it comes to calming down, mentioning or offering faygo will just piss her right off, (not only is she rather allergic.) When not blowing her cap she is rather nice but a tuff leader, who has a goal in mind and wants to reach it. She hates being put down and ignored, she has a voice, you can't shut her up. She is not great with quadrants, flirting of any kind goes right over here head if it's not obvious as hell. So unless it's stated, she doesn't realize she is been in a quadrant at all. She is rather inverted, she has been on her own for so long why would she need others??


Physical appearance:[spoiler]

Miriah:

Strengths: She is very direct, an okay friend.
Weaknesses:She says what's on her mind, no matter how harsh it is. She's been on her own so long that it's hard to let others tell her what they should do.
Fears/Insecurities: Being Kulled, and kulling her family.. Becoming a monster that nature says she is. It's haunting to think a moment your enjoying time with your blood-kin and the next your tussling for life with them.
Likes/Hobbies:
Dislikes:

Handle:
Typing Quirk/Color:
Blood color: Scarlet Coral
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol:
Lusus:Larg Snapping Turtle

God Tier Title:Maid of Heart
Land:
Derse or Prospit:
Strife Specibus:
Fetch Modus:

Other:

Coltri Delxus

Full Name: Coltri Delxus
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Average-height and weight.
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Coltri is a self-proclaimed bad boy rebel-type with a troubled past. (SPOILER: His past is only about as troubled as anyone else's.) He talks himself up to sound like the coolest guy around, and the thing is, people BELIEVE him. But really, under all that RADNESS, he's a huge coward. While he calls himself a "rebel", he just does whatever other people would think is "cool". Deep down, he's a huge nerd and he knows it. He doesn't really believe in the hemospectrum but makes it a point to mock and harass the lowbloods because its what is expected of him. He acts like he doesnt care in most situations but behind the persona he is tirelessly analyzing his every action, making sure he says and does the right things. Many trolls have crushes on him, whether red or black, and he uses this to his advantage to get what he wants.

Physical appearance: Coltri wears a black leather jacket with purple trim and his symbol with a white undershirt. He also wears navy blue pants with brown sneakers. His hair is styled heavily and combed in different directions. His horns are curved flat at the top and hook inwards. His teeth are all very sharp.

Strengths: Coltri is an extremely good liar and can almost always convince someone that something is true. He knows just what to say to either make people upset or to calm them down.
Weaknesses: He gets flustered easily and can't quite keep up with things when they are moving too fast. He refuses to share his own ideas in fear of them being rejected.
Fears/Insecurities: He is deathly afraid of higher-bloods and as such is very nervous around them. He is very afraid of his coolkid persona being shattered and everyone discovering his true self. And bugs. He's afraid of bugs.
Likes/Hobbies: He enjoys playing card games, practicing magic tricks, yoga, and reading romance novels.
Dislikes: Loud noises, pictures, smart people, etc.

Handle: bitchinEquilibrium
Typing Quirk/Color: replaces j with ? and always capitolizes T
Blood color: Teal
Psionic Power: Very weak telekinesis. (Can only move things equal to a tin can in weight.)
Symbol:
Lusus: Winged raccoon

God Tier Title: Rogue of Rage
Land: Land of Volcanoes and Plushies. The ground and trees are made of plush and there are various volcanoes that erupt frequently. The lava left behind does not scorch the land but does destroy consort villages. It is Coltri's job to find a way to stop the volcanoes from erupting.
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: combkind
Fetch Modus: Cash Grab (Every time you want to deploy something, you have to punch in a specific code and insert a dollar, like a vending machine.)

Other: Theme song:

#Troll #Teal #Rogue #Rage

Luurth Iprame ((Dancestor)) ((done? needs checked))

Full Name: Luurth Iprame
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Five foot three and 153 pounds.
Birthdate: May 16th, 2000
Age: 17 years human, 7.85 sweeps Alternian
Physical appearance: Luurth has an angular face, which is easily shown thanks to his hair, shoulder-length but swept away from his face and pinned behind both ears, split in the middle. His horns begin at the side of his head, around where the human temple would be, and bend backwards until they come back to the point where they started, where they continue straight forward, ending in a sharp point, save for the left one, which is blunt. His head is adorned by a cyan bandana above his horns and ears.

For clothing, he wears fingerless cyan gloves, a sleeveless black shirt with his symbol on it, a cyan leather-esque vest, black shorts and cyan Chuck-styled sneakers. His arms are adorned with cyan tattoos that swirl continually upwards starting at the wrist and ending at the shoulder.
Personality: Luurth is full of confidence, although this is partially to keep up appearances. If you told him to go jump off a bridge ((non-harassingly)) he's likely try it, just so it looks like he's got the confidence that he'd be alright.

Though it's not all false confidence that leads him to acting like an asshole to others ((-cough- tavros -cough-)), some of it truly does exist. Maybe not the overzealous confidence that everything will be fine, but he's confident enough in himself and his abilities to take care of himself.

He's even confident in his friends most of the time, but if they're trying something stupid he'll try to intervene. Which is ironic, considering that if you try to intervene for him doing something stupid he'll do his best to continue doing said stupid thing.

He's fairly laid back, though, as long as you're not suggesting things for him to do. Because he'll usually try and follow out on it, unless it's something like staring into the good ol' blinding Alternian sun.

Luurth is also fairly free-spirited. He'll make friends but he'll try not to keep anything too close, feeling that he'll just be weighed down. It's easy to be a friend for him, it's hard to be a good friend or above.


Handle: unregulatedInsurgent
Typing Quirk/Color: Cyan replaces e with 3, i with 1, a with 4, capitalizes every "L", adds a hyphen before each "o". UI: 4Lr1ght, y-ou w4nt m3 t-o-o pL4y th4t w31rd kn1f3 g4me? 1'm s-o g4m3 f-or th4t.
Blood color: Cyan
Symbol: Three triangles in a circle, connected at the tip of all three, with a single dot in the middle. ((Basically, a Triforce where each triangle is slightly rotated with a dot in the middle.))
Lusus: Emperor Scorpion

Strengths: Confidence, fairly laid back, free-spirited, high perception and unintended charisma.
Weaknesses: Confidence to a fault, gullible, weak to venom and natural poison, low physical strength & endurance
Fears/Insecurities: He fears death by the noose and he's insecure about his overconfidence.
Likes: Showing people he's "confident", relaxing, using soporific substances.
Dislikes: Being weighed down, periods without his soporifics, gallows.
Driving force: Doesn't quite have one.
Hobbies: Relaxing while under the effects of soporific substances.

God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alt. title Knight of Breath
Land: Land of Seas and Swallows ((LOSAS))
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Revolverkind, 2xRevolverkind
Psionic Power Low-grade telekinesis, only about 50 pounds can be lifted

Describe your character in three words: Gullibly cool fool
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Some rope and a knife

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: He'd give himself more actual confidence in the hope that he won't be an idiot
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Non

Other: His favorite number is 43.

Fetch Modus: Toxicity. You have to reach into the card, which is covered in poisonous spines.

Comedian/Six-Shot ((done in 1 day)) ((TW for uh... alluded rape))

Title: Comedian/Six-shot
Full Name: Luurth Iprame
Nickname(s): Comedian, SickShot ((The latter is a mishearing of Six-shot))
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Five foot nine and 184 pounds
Age: 11.54 sweeps ((Roughly 25 human years))
Physical appearance: The Six-Shot likes to keep his style simple, and is very reminiscent of one of Earth's western movie heroes. His hair is medium-length and swept back behind his ears, save for his bangs, which he brushes to the left side of his face. His horns begin at the side of his head, around where the human temple would be, and bend backwards until they come back to the point where they started, where they continue straight forward, ending in a sharp point, save for the left one, which is blunt. A smirk almost always adorns his face. Before I move on to clothing, there is one more thing to note - He has a brand on the left side of his neck, one of a triskelion ((although with an altered history pertaining to other ancestors, this brand can be changed))

For clothing, he wears a black Stetson atop his head, as well as a black leather duster, kept open, with a black shirt underneath. Pinned to the left side of his duster is a little metal version of his symbol, similar to a sheriff or deputy's badge.  He wears a cyan handkerchief tied around his neck ((although the brand still shows)) with needlessly long back-ends. He keeps his shirt tucked into his pants, which are cyan, and keeps the shirt in place by means of a black belt with three holsters - Two at the hip and one at the front. He also wears black boots that come halfway up his lower leg.
Personality: There's a reason he's called the Comedian - Not because he's particularly funny, but because he almost always has a snarky response. Commonly referred to as a "Wise guy", he's full of quick snaps at pretty much anything and everybody.

Though that's not to say he's a complete and utter douchebag. And that's not to say that he's an extremely nice guy. He's mostly out for himself and having fun by whatever means necessary. He's neither above or below deceit and trickery. He does what he has to do to survive and to keep himself going.

He's a firm believer in the fact that chaos and entropy rule everything, and lives by it - He's a wild and free soul, and will do his best to sever any ties he has to someone, unless they are within his perceived "Area of Acceptable Trolls". To be come one, you essentially have to be wild and free as well.

This can be rather difficult, though, since he holds one hell of a grudge. If he feels you've wronged him or one of his friends, he will hunt you down, fighting until his last breath to make you pay or admit sorrow and regret.

He doesn't really buy into the whole hemospectrum thing, but he doesn't oppose it either. He tries to make sure it doesn't affect him, although that's not something that can be guaranteed, since others may view the hemospectrum differently and, depending on their views, treat him differently.

He's brimming with self-confidence and it takes quite a bit to keep him down. His heart and mind are always ablaze with ambition, and the inferno will blaze until it is ultimately smothered, leaving him broken inside. He hopes this never happens, though.

Typing Quirk/Color: "0n3 0f th3s3 days i'm g01ng t0 3nd up in a n00se, sw1ng1ng fr0m th3 gaLL0ws. but untiL th3n, i r0am."
Blood color: Cyan, on par with Terezi's teal
Symbol: Three triangles in a circle, connected at the tip of all three, with a single dot in the middle. ((Basically, a Triforce where each triangle is slightly rotated with a dot in the middle.))
Lusus: Large emperor scorpion

Strengths: Great pistol accuracy, confidence in himself and his abilities, agile and dextrous.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence in himself and his abilities, low physical strength, tries his best not to be tethered to anything.
Fears/Insecurities: Funnily enough, he doesn't quite fear death - He embraces it, yet feels like he should spit in it's face. What he does fear, though, is how he'll die - The three highest are drowning, suffocation, and being hanged. He also fears that he'll get a matesprit or kismesis that will tie him down and prevent him from being free.
Likes: Revolvers, playing an acoustic guitar, doing whatever the hell he wants, freedom
Dislikes: Being tied down or having any sort of connection to anybody, having his spirit broken

God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alt. Knight of Breath
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Revolverkind ((both double and single action, he is capable of dual-wielding double action revolvers.))
Psionic Power: Low-grade telekinesis, only 50 pounds can be lifted. ((usually only used to speed-load his revolvers))

History: The Six-Shot has something of a history among other trolls. A chaotic neutral being, he's known for just about everything he can do. The kindest acts of compassion and the coldest acts of brutality both come from him. Because of his wild nature, it's hard to really give him a history - He doesn't speak much about the past either.

What he will say is that he spent a while travelling alone, doing odd jobs to keep himself sustained, or thieving when he couldn't get payed enough. He also spend a good while roughing it, giving him an edge on knowing what you can and can't eat.

His highest-ranking act of both cruelty and kindness go hand-in-hand. It is quite a tale.

The Six-Shot was once requested in his travels to find another troll's stolen amulet, given to her by her matesprit, and would be rewarded with some food and a place to stay the night. He agreed, and went out into the dust of the desert to track down the thief.

Little did he know, the thief was a local nuisance with a large gang of other trolls to follow her orders. An olive blood by the title of The Vicious - So named because she was essentially an outlaw and had very few qualms about anything. Nearing the building where they were believed to be hiding out, he was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head via a rifle butt.

When he awoke, he was tied up and the henchmen of The Vicious and she herself were there, ready to, pardon my French, beat the motherfucking shit out of him. This began with a red-hot iron, the end beaten into the shape of the symbol of the Vicious ((a triskelion, as you could likely guess)) pressed into his neck.

The Vicious took a special liking to him though, and kept him around for a sweep or so as her black lover-prisoner, although he didn't share the same feelings - Rather, he absolutely despised her. He was often doing physical labor for her and her gang, and they utilized his telekinesis whenever he would get too tired to continue. He also did things that he refuses to speak about.

It took him a while, but he eventually managed to sneak one of his revolvers back with him into his and her room. Being chained to the wall during the time in which they would sleep, he shot the chain off, which alerted her, but apparently nobody else. He grabbed her by the head and smashed it into the wall until there was a pool of olive blood underneath her and she no longer drew breath.

From there, he began a full-on assault on the compound he was being held in. He one-man-army'd it up in that bitch and took all of his things back, making sure that he didn't outright kill anybody, and rather, left them to bleed out or die from their wounds. Some, he shattered their kneecaps and elbows and threw them in the pit he was forced to dig.

He also found the amulet that he was searching for when he got into that mess. When all was said and done he returned the amulet back to it's rightful owner. She was glad that it was back, but asked why it took so long. He told her the story, and she offered much more in compensation for his trouble, but he refused, saying that "1 want t0 m0ve 0n and f0rg3t th1s 3v3r happ3n3d. y0u have a g00d day n0w." with a tip of his Stetson and continued on with his wandering, a mental scar and a physical scar of his brand.

((History can be altered to fit the ancestors of a troll in a roleplay, but this is the default.))

Other: Both Comedian and Six-Shot refer to him. His official title is Six-Shot but some accept Comedian as his title.
When he fires a revolver, he does a quick flip of the gun, taking roughly a second. When dual-wielding double actions, he'll fire left and then right, followed by throwing both in the air and catching them with the other hand. This takes a second and a half.

Very much inspired by Novakids from Starbound. Mostly just the western aesthetic, though. ((I actually wrote a lot of this while listening to the Novakid theme ))

Normal Person

Full Name: Normal Person
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Age: 7 sweeps

Physical appearance:




Personality: Those who know Normal would tell you that she isn't really someone who is really unique. She comes off as a normally happy and social kid who does just a little bit of everything that catches her interest. She is particularly fond of collecting older items such as old bottle caps, or the shells of cicadas she finds in trees. Her room is an 'organized' mess of items that hold sentimental value, whether or not they are hers.
Normal doesn't tend to do a lot of exciting things, unlike other rambunctious teens. She likes calmer activities, such as fishing, doing puzzle pieces, or watering plants. People tell her she has rather boring hobbies, but she's content. When she eventually does get to doing exciting things with her friends, she likes to go at her own pace.

Normal does get sad when people think she isn't an interesting person. It's not a major insecurity, but it does hurt her feelings when no one invites her to do anything because they think she's either boring or wouldn't be into the activity.

She does feel like she only has friends because she is loaded with cash. The mind honey her lusii makes is quite the hot seller, and she has become the face of a money empire she doesn't personally keep up with. She doesn't tend to consider anyone a 'genuine pal', even if you've known each other for a while. Normal would eventually come around if you try hard enough.

Handle: particularlyPeculiar (PP)
Typing Quirk/Color: Your quirk, much like you, lacks much pizzazz.
Blood color: Viridian {#}6e9500{/#}
Symbol:
Lusus: The Hive (the hive itself is controlled by a singular queen, who uses her hive to protect her charge)

Strengths:

• Normal's got a great swing.
  
• while she doesn't flaunt it, she does kinda have an army of bees.
  

Weaknesses:

• if something starts to bother her, Normal will stay so focused on it that it starts to affect her better judgement.
  
• her paranoia over her friends also affects the way she works with others, though it takes a good eye to notice this.
  

Fears/Insecurities: While Normal doesn't have many, her insecurities and paranoia lie in the fact she can't completely trust other people.
Likes/Hobbies: Normal likes to collect bottle caps, cicada shells, and growing plants/succulents. She even names them!
Dislikes: She doesn't really dislike anything. The most she hates is when people move items and things around, since she has a 'system' for each specific thing.

God Tier Title: Rogue of Time
Land: Land of Sand and Junctions
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: batkind
Psionic Power: n/a

Describe your character in three words: Not so bland.

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A fishing pole and her lusii.

Other: n/a

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Mozert Mistro

Full Name: Mozert mistro
Gender: Male
Height: 5”3
Age: 9 sweeps
Physical appearance:


artwork by AestheticAvenger
Personality:
To the populous, he is a hardcore rock star, who goes out of his way to be like no one else. He has gotten tired of all hard rock bands sounding the same, so every concert he will bring something out of the ordinary to play, whether it be a tuned Tesla coil, a twelve foot Triangle, 100 rubber bands, or whatever, else he can think up. He also to make himself stand out,(or so he says) doesn't play with other trolls, he is a one-man band, using his psychic abilities to handle the instruments.

To his friends, he is cold and distant. He doesn't have many close friends. He has had some major losses in his past, and to make sure he doesn't have any more major losses like that, he makes sure no one gets that close to him.

But when he is all alone, and no one is watching, he sheds his tough exterior, and will listen to the beauty of the sounds of nature. He loves listening to the quiet noises and hates how everything in life has to be such a big production.

Handle:artisticComposer
Typing Quirk/Color:Tends to make Music Puns. And will end sentences with ||
Blood color:Bronse
Symbol: a double sharp.
Lusus: a small salamander

Strengths:: strong psychic abilities. Great at music. He is good at intimidating a strong persona  
Weaknesses: Cold to people and refuses to make friends. Not very physically strong.
Fears/Insecurities:Fears getting close to people. He is not a fan of
Likes/Hobbies:He loves making music, both the beautiful and the loud.
Dislikes:he doesn't like being ignored, and he Dislikes getting close to people.


God Tier Title:Rouge of time
Land:Land of Clocks and Rhythm
Derse or Prospit:Derse
Strife Specibus: Stick Kind
Psionic Power: can controll many things at a time

Describe your character in three words:
Cold but kind
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?:
a whistle, and his picture of Izebel.

Other:
Background
at about five sweeps old, he met a rust blood named Izebel who was gentle and kind, and he quickly took a liking to her. They soon got in a pail relationship, and he vowed to protect her from the evils of the world. At which point, he took up fighting with the branches of trees and got good at controlling many small things with his psychic abilities. He was able to protect her from the usual dangers of the forest, and in return, she taught him to see the beauty in the sounds of nature, from the song of a bird to the scuttle of insects beneath, to the silence of the night.

He eventually got good at making beauty in sound, he could get her to dance by rubbing different types of string together, he could make her smile by cutting out notches out of a branch, and play a light and airy tune on a flute. And they were happy together.

But alas, it was not meant to last forever for at the age of seven sweeps, she fell ill. He knew a cobalt blood troll, who could have cured her, and so he tried contacting him but was completely ignored, because according to the doctor, Mozert was not worth lifting a finger for. Izebel died, and Mozert after a failed assassination attempt on the doctor, who he blamed, decided a different approach. He would use this skill she taught him, to make sure that the high-bloods could hear him.

Now he plays loud music while speaking out for equal rights for all blood types while playing punk rock. While some trolls enjoy his music, few have gotten behind his cause.  He makes sure his music is different because if you keep doing the same things, you will keep getting the results you have always gotten. But the one thing he keeps in his music, is beneath the loud instruments, and 4 foot Subwoofers, if you listen close enough, you can hear a soft, almost silent, beautiful melody, just like if you get to know him good enough you can find a bit of Izebel under all his layers of pushing everyone away.

Keidzo Quilis- Rogue of Breath

Full Name: Keidzo Quilis
Gender: Male
Height: 4'5 (SMOL)
Age: 5
Physical appearance
Personality: He is a bit strange, quite creative, a bit of an introvert until you get to know him. He is definitely selfless, and would do a lot for his sister- even if they fight/argue sometimes.

He wants to hide his emotions, but often can't. With love, he'll show it by being awkward around them, maybe trying to impress them. He would die for a loved one.

Handle: KillerKhaos
Typing Quirk/Color: E=3 T=7 a=@ A= /\ o,O=0, , N= I\I, Double oo (Ooh sound)= ew, H= I-I, L=I_ and l=/
Blood color:  Rust
Symbol: Include a picture if possible. https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/albums/pnjkb9tcsf0p17u7m9pegv3d1de535rcn?pid=6405218182107360722&oid=113879263393334337604
Lusus: Eagle-Dad-Thing-Idfk

Strengths: His creativity,Artistic,friendliness helps, I guess.
Weaknesses: His emotions, anxiety, Anger problems.
Fears/Insecurities: Spiders, small bugs, Death.
Likes/Hobbies: Anime,Animals,Video games,geeky.
Dislikes:Douchebags.


God Tier Title: Rogue of Breath
Land: Land of Rain and Xulos
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Dartkind
Psionic Power: Telekinetic Powers

Describe your character in three words: Quirky,Geeky,Creative

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Crisps and a book.

Kemida Lelana

Full Name: Kemida Lelana
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’5” and 120lbs.
Age: 7.5 Sweeps (≅16 Years)

Personality:
Kemida is rather chill which makes her usually be calm and mild mannered. Her chill is strong enough that there is almost no way for someone that she is comfortable with to make her lose her chill. By being chill, she is better able to analyze the world under a scope of logic. There are however things that can make Kemida lose her chill. The primary thing that can make her uncalm is social interaction with someone she doesn’t know. Such a situation makes her nervous, not in the sense that she is afraid of the other person, but rather she becomes afraid of ruining potential future interactions with said person by soiling the other person’s early impressions of her accidentally. When in a conversation with someone she doesn’t know well, her mind goes into overdrive to analyze every possible thing about the other person and the situation they are in so that she has a better chance of doing the more socially acceptable thing in a given scenario. She begins plotting out potential pathways the conversation might go down in order to plan accordingly for any  potential “danger” to the conversation. The “danger” being blown way out of proportion of course. Put in more straightforward terms, she is rather shy.
The reason that Kemida is so careful in a conversation with someone  she doesn’t know is because she is very easily misconstrued. The way she communicates typically comes off as being fairly one-dimensional when in reality she is typically speaking through several layers of either sarcasm or other things that might make meaning seem ambiguous. Her failure to speak her mind in a clear way typically makes the pragmatics of what she means to get lost on the other person unless they can realise double meaning. Kemida is aware of this but has a fairly hard time adjusting her way of communicating, causing her speech patterns to seem fairly inconsistent, which can typically cause even more confusion in a conversation. On top of all of this, she’ll be looking for double meaning in what the other person is saying which can further muddy the meaning in such a conversation. Besides all that, another problem Kemida has in communication is that she is very stubborn when she makes a decision, requiring lots of strong evidence. On the other hand, people who do understand what Kemida means when she says something, and vis versa, are usually able to gleam much more information much faster with a talk with Kemida than from most other people.
Regardless of who Kemida is talking with, she tries to stay friendly to the other person and show respect. She generally tries to have a light hearted air about her while still trying to leave the door open for any serious conversations that might need to take place.

Physical appearance:
Kemida, being somewhat lean and mildly slender, has a rather average build. She isn’t the most athletic, so most of the time if she has to do a physically strenuous task, she relies more on skill and technique than she does on pure strength. Her reliance on skill has occasionally gotten her hurt, leaving the occasion small scar, including a light vertical scar on the left side of her upper lip.
Kemida has never really cared much about fashion, which lead her to typically wear a simple casual outfit of a black t-shirt with her symbol on it, a pair of black jeans, and black tennis shoes. To accompany that outfit, she will usually just leave her hair to sit however it naturally lies, which most often leaves her hair as a messy, sometimes wild, wavy concoction of hair. Her hair isn’t all that long, but it isn’t short either. If her hair were straight, it would go about an inch (2.5 cm) past her eyes, but since it isn’t straight, her hair rests about half an inch (1.3 cm) over her eyes.
However, occasionally she will dress in slightly more formal attire for more formal events. In such a scenario, she’d most likely wear a dark green colored long sleeve shirt with her symbol in black in the center, long dark green pants that slowly transition to black at the bottom, and the same black tennis shoes as in her casual clothing. To accompany this outfit, she usually will keep her hair the same, but she has been known to straighten her hair and part it above the center of her left eye.
She has two horns, one on the left, one on the right. The horn on her right is thin and juts straight out of her head at about a 45 degree angle from the center of her head, closing  to a quick point. The horn on her left is just as thin and has the same angle as her other horn, but a short way up the horn, it curves up and to the left only to turn face her head on the opposite side of the center of the horn. Basically her left horn is the top of a question mark, but tilted 30 degrees counter clockwise.

Strengths:
Kemida knows how to stay calm in practically every situation.
She is fairly independent, not asking for help if ever possible.
She is very calculated, rarely making  an important decision on impulse.
Weaknesses:
Kemida is not very good at interacting with people she doesn't know. She is aware of this, which causes her to rarely be the one to start a conversation, especially with someone she doesn’t know very well.
She is easily angered by people who know how to get at her.
She can come off very egotistical due to stubbornness and occasional sarcasm.
Kemida isn’t the best at communicating her thoughts in such a way that accurately depicts her opinions clearly.
She often doesn't ask for help, even if she needs it.
Fears/Insecurities: Somewhat pessimistic when in regard to own self in terms of her ability, but she is pretty successful at not showing it though. This is because she typically clings to her failures while her successful moments don’t faze her. Another insecurity of hers is that when she messes up in the presence of other people, she’ll get more embarrassed than most other people would. She can usually shrug off smaller things with a joking “You saw nothing” type of response, but bigger mistakes take more than that to get over.
Likes: Messing with people, rain, interacting with friends occasionally, logic puzzles.
Hobbies: Messing with music files and  playing video games.
Dislikes: Poor logic, people that insult her friends, eye contact, and people who are rude for no other reason than to be rude.

Handle: twistedMusician or TM
Typing Quirk: AE=Æ (æ if lower case), C=Ç (ç if lower case), and K is always capitalized. Example words: Aesthetic be comes Æsthetiç, kick becomes KiçK.
Blood color: Dark Green
Psionic Power: Nope
Symbol: Kuestion Mark

Lusus: Large, white Owl creature.

God Tier Title: Sylph of Mind (or Sylph of Time)
Land: Land of Logic and Storms
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: lanceKind, speakerKind, sniperKind
Fetch Modus: Logical Connection Modus: To captchalogue an item, the item’s function must have something in common with the previous catalogued item, forming a line of similarities. The item doesn’t have to share similarities with items that it isn’t next to in the line. Each item can only be connected to two other objects in the line. If an object is to be removed, the line must be reordered to accommodate not having that object.

Other: Kemida is usually only up at night due to her lusus constantly making noise at night which would make it difficult for her to sleep.

Sidenote: I feel like this could be better, but I’m not really sure what I could do to improve it, so any advice or suggestions are welcome.

Myruna Covest (Now Finished!)

Name: Myruna Covest
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5''
Age: Almost 7 sweeps! Any day now! At least, that's what she tells people. Myruna is closer to 6.5 sweeps.
Physical appearance:

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Personality: Myruna's personality can be summed up as "ocean-obsessed". She loves everything about it, from the shells she collects on the beach to the sea dwellers that she practically worships. She is an expert at dismissing reality and oftentimes doesn't take true threats seriously because of this. Some may call it brave, but really, it's just naivety. She's also pretty melodramatic.

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Handle: TidalDeimos
Typing Quirk/Color: Myr~na ~ses "~" in place of u, makes a lot of fish p~ns, and ~s~ally ends her sentances with a lot of exclamation points!!! She types in beryl.
Blood color: Beryl
Symbol:

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Lusus:

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God Tier Title: Rogue of Blood
Land: Land of Topiary and Sadness. The consorts of the land are depressed parrots who like to talk politics. Maybe that's why they are depressed.
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: ropewpnkind (ropes with weapons on one end. this includes things like grappling hooks, harpoons, or rope darts. None of these include launching mechanisms and must be thrown by hand)
Psionic Power: n/a
Describe your character in three words: ocean-obsessed, adventurous, insecure
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Myruna would be overjoyed to be stranded on an island, to be honest. She'd bring her trusty flippers and a bag to collect all the seashells and offshore loot she could find!
Other: She is very melodramatic and that will probably be reflected in dialogue semi-often. Some of this dialogue may make her seem like a Mary Sue (ex. saying something like "i have worse problems than any of you!"). Please note that whatever she says about herself or her situation is probably an exaggeration of the truth (or even an outright lie) and not an effort by me to influence the nature of the roleplay's reality or focus. Thank you :)

Melody Pythos [Done]

Full Name: Melody Pythos
(Melody - An effeminate name suggesting of song and the name of a girl whose singing brought forth a God. Pythos - In reference to the legend of Pandora: The container which has nought in it but Hope.)
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft (Horns none inclusive) - You're yet young, however something tells you that you have reached your full potential in this department.
Age: 6
Physical appearance: You see before you a young female troll, seemingly a waif of a girl with little about her but the plain, light clothes that flow over her as a river of cloth over the gentle plains of her lithe and athletic form.

Her face is rounded and innocent, graced ever by a young smile full of all that is nice in this world, too young yet to be called beautiful and yet so aglow with life that there is no other word for it.

Though far from the royalty of those of her blood, she holds herself with a natural dignity and grace that is undeniable. Her hair, as black as the night and soft and smooth as silk flows down the entirety of her body, giving contrast to the glistening grey of her skin.
Her horns are to graceful, spaced reasonably apart on the crown of her head and curving ever so slightly backwards giving them an almost windswept look.

Though she would not admit to this description, her modesty too much to allow it, she is a wonder to behold.

//Smol moe siren girl with an innocent and hopeful expression.\\
Personality: A smollness so precious that it must be protected.

Melody is a soft spoken and gentle person with a predilection towards the happy and optimistic. She is hopeful in a naïve and yet philosophical way, the sort of person whom can find a reason to smile in any situation and does her best to make everyone around her feel the same.

She is very musical and loves nothing more than singing, even when she's the only one to hear, and unlike just about every fictional singer ever, she doesn't mind an audience, and is certainly good enough to captivate one.
She believes in the magic of music, and her in game 'fighting' style matches this.

She's full of love and happiness and kindness and is just the slightest bit completely oblivious when it comes to romance. If someone got their feelings across she might not be able to handle it and would become flustered around that person. She's not an entirely lost cause though.

She just loves life.

After all, isn't this world truly and incredibly beautiful?

Handle: seasweptSongstress
Typing Quirk/Color: I am softly spoken, and like to write in a proper manner - even online - though I am sometimes prone to turning to purple prose and exaggeration. Fish puns are in my blood and I am so sorry for it.
#c50063
Blood color: Fuchsia
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Symbol: Treble clef

Lusus: Dolphinmom

Strengths: Her unrelenting optimism. Amphibious. Musical talent - Singing and instruments
Weaknesses: Not a fighter - Low AT, Low DF. Naïve - Easily taken advantage of. Romantically hopeless.
Fears/Insecurities: Fear of being unable to breath.
Likes/Hobbies: Basically everything.
Dislikes: She has yet to find one. (Please don't tell her about all the horrible things.)


God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alternates;
Maid of Hope
Sylph of Hope
Heir of Life
Land: The Land of Mist and Silence
Derse or Prospit: Prospit - Come on, she's too cute and innocent to expose to the hentai-waiting-to-happen that are the horrorterrors.
Strife Specibus: Flutekind, Voicekind
Psionic Power: None - As a joke, I was going to say 'Her singing voice has magical healing powers! It once made a blind man deaf!' but her singing voice is very beautiful.

Describe your character in three words: Love, Life, Music

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?:
What, you mean before she swam away? Her flute and maybe some binoculars.

Other:
Her Dancestor is Ramiel Pythos, Bard of Hope. Her Ancestor was the Songstress.
Her denizens would be the Angels and her associated bird would be seagulls.
Inspired by one of the most beautiful pieces of music in a movie ever.

#Troll #Fuchsia #Heir #Maid #Sylph #Hope #Life