The Frenzied ((Ayy, TW.)) ((Ayy, done-o))

Trigger warning for random bursts of schizophrenia

Title: The Frenzied
Full Name: Sjiork Xekrit
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Six foot two, six foot nine with horns, and 286.7 pounds.
Age: 8.77 sweeps
Physical appearance: The Frenzied stands at six foot two with horns that start at the top of the head and continually curl upwards until they reach a sharp point, but very little is seen through his hair, which is massive and curly. It probably sticks roughly a foot out from the base of his head, a massive black bush of fluff. His eyes are more open than most and often fixated on the ground. He is not quite fat nor muscle, the closest word would be "meaty." His arms are lanky and long, his torso is also somewhat long, and he has slightly shorter legs than his torso, enough where it's noticeable but also not enough to be a hindrance most of the time. Large, but not completely in charge, there is obvious muscle hidden behind what fat lies on him, leaving him somewhat intimidating. The Frenzied would actually be somewhat attractive, save for the curly mane and the constant psychopathic murder smile on his face, as well as the myriad of scars covering his body, and the x-shaped scar on his left cheek. and . He wears a purple cloak, a black shirt with his symbol on it, purple pants and purple shoes.

Physical appearance drawn by aestheticAvenger v1:

Physical appearance drawn by aestheticAvenger v2:

Personality: The Frenzied is best described as erratic. His behavior depends on if he's having a reality seize or not, and is also dependent on how angry he is. If neither are applicable, he is relatively approachable and kind, a great person to vent towards or to tell your problems, as he is very understandable. But when reality slips from his mind, he begins freaking out, panicking, and generally doing all the things you shouldn't do in a dangerous situation. As things gradually shift into the unrecognizable, he can't remember what he was doing and how to do it, and may begin to injure those around him ((Though without knowing it.)) When he is angry, he becomes increasingly loud and strong, holding himself up to his highest, which is up roughly three inches from his regular slouch, but with his stature, that usually leads to the "Oh, I'm fucked" reaction. He then proceeds to lose control and flies into an insatiable rage, glad to kill anything in his way. He holds himself in very high respect for being a highblood, and has a serious issue with allowing lowbloods anywhere near him. Though, around highbloods, he becomes a sycophantic boot-licker.

Typing Quirk/Color: Indigo. "I AM GOING TO SHATTER YOUR FLIMSY BONES LIKE FAULTY GLASS!"
Blood color: Indigo
Symbol: A horizontal line segment with an x in the middle. If you don't remember what a line segment is, it's two dots connected by a line.
Lusus: Mamabear.

Strengths: Physical strength, understanding ((When calm)),
Weaknesses: Slips of reality, easily angered and enraged, erratic behavior.
Fears/Insecurities:
Likes: Relaxing, attempting to set traps ((And failing horribly,)) shipping ((Something he also fails horribly at)), classic music ((He both enjoys this and it keeps him calm)), and mice.
Dislikes: Being angry, having a reality slip, people mocking him for his behavior, obeying lowbloods, disobeying higher-than-he-bloods.

God Tier Title: Prince of Rage
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Macekind
Psionic Power: None.

History: The Frenzied grew up a relatively normal troll, until his lusus reached the end of her lifespan and simply died. He grieved, and being left alone for a few sweeps with little to no contract with other trolls, he began to lose his grip on reality, but only for short periods of time. He also let the anger of his lusus passing away build up, leaving him easily angered, and bitter on the subject of lusii.

Being a great physical highblood specimen, he was enrolled in the military, gladly taking the rebellious lowbloods down hella notches, but was eventually kicked out once they learned of his mental instability, leaving him alone, with nothing to do, so he began doing odd jobs to the best of his ability --- often for non-rebellious lowbloods, some of which enjoyed watching him follow orders from them with a grimace on his face.

Other: The scar on his cheek was from attempting an arrow-trap, which luckily, didn't go through the skull, it simply hit it and stuck in flesh.

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