Phreml Awulof

Full Name: Phreml Awulof
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'2"
Age:  7 sweeps

Personality: Phreml isn't a very optimistic or positive gal. She's had many friends die and many loved things break on him so much that she just became dull. The catalyst was when she found out her lusus was nearing death. She knew that ol' Polly was, well, ol', but figured he'd live longer. While she still has hopes and desires, she's stuffed them down and nearly snuffed them out.

This has been beaten out of her so hard it isn't even funny. She doesn't really enjoy much anymore, simply being alive is enough for her. Why wish for more if it's going to go away? You can't even really get an emotion out of her anymore.

Phreml is also kind of paranoid at all times, since she constantly hears a monotonous ticking, like a large metronome, inside her skull. In addition to that paranoia, she has a tendency to be a little too rough with items and break them, so she is very, very gentle with everything.

Physical appearance:

Phreml isn't exactly the most kempt of trolls. She certainly practices basic hygiene, but her hair is a an unkempt mess that falls down to her mid-back; it hasn't been cut in awhile. She sweeps her bangs behind his ears because they reach to the middle of her throat. Her eyes have bags under them. She sleeps well but they just appear naturally.

She wears a t-shirt with her symbol on it, as well as gloves fashioned from duct tape. Black cargo pants are her preferred leg coverings, and she wears black shoes. She doesn't see a point in flaunting her blood color.

Strengths: Sees the potential uses for things rather easily, realistic outlook, not emotionally inclined to much, tanky immune system, gentle with things
Weaknesses: Only sees what he wants to see, super depressing and uncharismatic, toxins will fuck her up hardcore, is too gentle with things and won't try to exercise much strength on it
Fears/Insecurities: Everything dying or breaking. It's happened before, it'll happen again. Drowning, as well. She can't swim worth anything.
Likes/Hobbies: Nothing, really, at this point. Still harbors some sort of interest for music, specifically some sicknasty psychedelic guitar.
Dislikes: What isn't there to dislike anymore? Though she definitely despises any sort of time-telling device and will go out of her way to bust them and throw them out of her hive. She also really doesn't enjoy reptilians, something about their skin/scales freaks her out.

Handle: grievousCronos [GC]
Typing Quirk/Color: GC: what's even the po1nt? he's an abso1ute 1gnorant assho1e. both I and L are replaced with 1.
Blood color: Olive
Psionic Power: Can levitate up to 15 feet in the air. Doesn't do it much, in case she'd fall.
Symbol: A stylized clock hand
Lusus: A boneless pizza? I kid. It's a dying parrot.

God Tier Title: Mage of Time
Land: Land of Grey And Hourglasses
Derse or Prospit: Definitely Derse
Strife Specibus: Branchkind. She keeps a handful of them in his modus because they break so often.
Fetch Modus: Smash the grandfather clock to get the item that you want.

Other:
Her name is derived from bastardizations and scramblings of "ephemeral" and "flow".

#Troll #Gold #Mage #Time

time to be check'd

also if it says "he" or "his" or something like that i forgot this was supposed to be a female, so just ignore those

DERPO. It's TIME.

Spoiler:

Can't accept this til' you flesh them out a bit more.

reee
i finished this like hella early in the morn this morn so i guess that didn't help

how's this tho?

A lot better! Yep, yep.

Accepted!

yey