Full Name: Sjoirk Xekrit ((Pronounced Ss-york Xec-reet))
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Six foot two, 286.7 pounds
Birthdate: March/10/1997
Age: 8.77 sweeps ((19 Earth years))
Physical appearance: Sjiork is most often noted by either his horns or his hair. His hair is a massive black rainforest of pure fluffery. Not even really a rainforest, just... Basically a bush. A bush of fluffery. Sprouting from his head. Which covers up the other thing sprouting from his head, his horns, sprout from the top and curl upwards seven inches before reaching a sharp point. However, he usually straightens his hair, leaving it with a length of roughly shoulderblade length at the sides and back, and chin length at the bangs. His actual facial features are rather round, reminiscent of a human child, or a troll grub. His cheekbones are high and narrow his eyes, to the point where when he laughs his eyes are barely even slits. His chin juts out slightly from his face. For clothing, he wears a black t-shirt with his symbol, a purple and black flannel, black/dark grey jeans and checkered purple shoes. Being a subjugglator, he wears white face paint on his face that covers all but his mouth, right eye, and a small diagonal line across said right eye. His left eye is encompassed in a black Omega symbol.
Personality: Sjoirk can often come across as a prick. He's fully aware of this and wishes that he would stop. His voice and tone is almost always naturally sarcastic, but he means well. He's all-around an idiot, to mask his fears and all that jazz. Not to say he's not intelligent, he's of above-average intelligence, he simply acts like a fool. He'll laugh instead of cry, smile instead of scowl. He views these as both a weakness and something way too embarrassing for a highblood to ever do. While not fully on-board with the "highbloods are far better than lowbloods", he does hold himself in fairly high respect for being one - and believes that others should look up to him as a beacon for land-dwelling trolls. He will randomly switch moods, a complete 180 from mirthful to absolutely devastated is possible in a matter of moments. Because of this, when he's neutral and alone, he will examine himself and his flaws, which could lead to depression on it's own. While he may be able to be sarcastic often, many of the things he says are purposefully, accidentally, or subliminally negative --- Often about/towards himself. He himself is a Subjugglator, and this is reflected by his facepaint and attempted joking nature.
Handle: egotisticalArsonist
Typing Quirk/Color: EA: Y'knΩw, sΩmetimes i jμst lΩΩk at myself and wΩnder, yes, i'm SjiΩrk, but is there more than jμst being SjiΩrk?
Blood color: Eggplant purple - Land dweller
Symbol: A line segment with a large x in the middle. Essentially just this:
o-----X-----o
Lusus: A large white Saint Bernard-esque dog-creature.
Strengths: Empathy/Sympathy, constant sense of humor and sarcasm, ability to laugh at his faults ((at times))
Weaknesses: Crippling depression, mood swings,
Fears/Insecurities: Primally, his fears are heights, darkness that limits his sight, and heights. His conscious fears include having to murder his friends in the name of Subjugglation, better Subjugglators,, and being made to dance.
Likes: Stuffed animals, joking with friends, and not being dead.
Dislikes: Being dead ((Well that's gonna fuckin' suck)), people taking away his stuffed animal Bern, and classical music.
Driving force: His own driving force is to bring joy to all, while his religious force is, naturally, the Subjugglation of all that are not within his religion.
Hobbies: Chatting the shit up with his fellow brosephs and sistahs, creating new ((And shittily made, but heartfelt)) stuffed animals, bringing a smile to people's faces, and being a fool.
God Tier Title: Prince of Hope ((not the wweh kind))
Land: Land of Reflection and Dread
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Clubgun: A combination of shotgun and club. When the club makes contact with something on it's side or tip, it blasts pellets out of the front, to graze at the least, or to penetrate through the target at best.
Psionic Power He does not have one.
Describe your character in three words: Big, foolish sadsack.
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: His childhood stuffed doll that he'll never let anyone see, and a nuclear-powered hair straightener.
If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: He'd stop being so negative.
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Sjiork doesn't often use his fridge. Instead of food, there's a giant mold spot in his fridge, some Faygo, and his childhood stuffed doll.
Other: Physically, he almost exudes an aura of deep sadness. Being around him may affect your mood.
As well, he is based off of a midieval jester, in that he acts all fool on purpose to bring a smile to one's face, but a darker jester --- one that also attempts to bring a smile to his own face, to both hide his feelings and to attempt to cheer himself up.
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- the nerds:
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bro i'm like a 400 pound walking slab of rage meat but i spend most of my energy memeing and sleeping
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