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Bittie Ampruf (v2.)

Full Name: Bittie "Bits", "Bossman" Ampruf
Gender: Male.
Physique (Height/Weight): 7'6, 312lbs.
Age: 9 sweeps.

Personality:
Bittie is an elusive and standoffish troll, commonly preferring the company of animals and farm equipment over that of other trolls, due to his lack of social skills and current reputation in the area like that of some sort of serial killer. This.. Isn't entirely false, as cheap meat has become more and more scarce to come by to sate the public's desire for his beef jerky. As a substitute, he's begun to (hesitantly) use troll body parts in his recipe. This is far more convenient, as he often slaughters those that happen to trespass on his property, not really having much of a use for the bodies.

He used to be an innocent, bubbly troll up until his 4th or 5th sweep, when he had the sudden realization that he'd soon either be drafted into the military or some other branch, deciding that he'd better start taking care of himself and pulling his act together. In recent sweeps, he's matured and hardened into a fine young highblood, aside from the fact that he's rejected the church. He despises clowns and their barbaric rituals, though sometimes finding himself falling into their murderous patterns, himself.

This being said, Bits tries to keep himself as grounded as possible until the inevitable night he IS shipped off-planet, trying to do as much good as possible in the time that he is at the farm.. Though it isn't much. Despite the highblood or hillbilly killer stereotype, he's actually relatively kind to lower blooded trolls and mutants alike, helping some that wander onto his land looking for shelter.. Though he won't actively stick his neck out for them, knowing he'll have to drop these habits in the fleet.

In his spare time, he enjoys taking care of animals and keeping an eye on one of his newer farmhands from the shadows, though denies stalking him. He seems to be Bittie's favorite, being a hard worker and all, though he refuses to confirm or deny this statement. He refuses to give in-depth answers to any question, being an extremely vague troll in general.

He knows what's coming, and is prepared to serve in the fleet, but deep down.. He really doesn't want to go, scared to death by the thought of leaving everything he's ever known behind. If you ask him about it, he'll likely just get emotional and isolate himself for a while. He isn't good with people, OR emotions.

Physical appearance:
Bits is a massive, hulking troll with short but muscular arms and legs, fit for lifting heavy crates and strangling hugging people. He hasn't worked on his stomach muscles for a sweep or so, having gotten a little round, but is anybody going to tell a troll that big he's fat? Don't think so. He has two massive, strong looking horns protruding out of either side of his head and tilted slightly forwards, looking like a proper bull's.

He has low-set eyes like a bulldog's, nearly completely filled in with his dark purple hue, though looking almost worn over from the recent sweeps and what he's all seen. His thin mouth is hardly visible through his thick black beard, possessing the rare ability to grow a rather sick one since about his 6th sweep, two large tusks poking out and coming up just below his eyes. (He's considered having these filed down or just completely ripped out in general.) He has long black hair down to his behind, though it's often tied back when he isn't in public, finding it rather unattractive looking.

Bittie's wardrobe is limited to mainly bloodstained clothes splattered with reds and oranges, though always wearing the dirtiest for work and whatnot, liking to save the cleaner ones for special occasions. He usually just sticks with one of his flannel shirts with the torn rolled up sleeves and a pair of loose-fitting pants, completing The Look with his tall work boots. These were all original grey, but are plenty more colorful after a sweep or so of "hands on" work.

Strengths:

• Relatively extensive mechanical knowledge.
  
• He's a damn good cook, and can make a mean stir-fry.
  
• Expert at the art of using brute force.
  
• He likes to keep his nose clean, staying out of things that don't involve him.
  
• Already sorta preparing for his military training, working out.. Kinda regularly.
  

Weaknesses:

• Isn't the fastest, easy to lose in a cornfield.
  
• Isn't easily trusting.
  
• Can be kinda insensitive at times, judging a troll by the stereotype of their blood caste more than often.
  
• Vague anger issues, trying to get better.
  
• Isn't one for jokes, or just joking around in general.
  
• Very sensitive to certain topics.
  
• Mumble some nonsense and pretend to put a curse on him and he'll lose his shit.
  

Fears/Insecurities:
Bits is an extremely superstitious troll, fearing the spirits and just supernatural shit in general. Sometimes he'll even leave offerings for them outside his hive, lighting candles around them to "lead" them to it. He urges his farmhands to do the same.

Aside from that, he REALLY doesn't want to join the fleet. They'll like a big guy like him.. Just the thought of being dragged off makes him nauseous. He just hopes they'll leave him be to some extent because of his caste.

Likes/Hobbies:
Bits seems to enjoy tinkering with his farm equipment in his spare time, taking parts off of it and seeing what makes them tick, stuff like that. He's very interested in seeing how things work. Aside from that, he doesn't entirely do much else other than work on producing jerky and feeding his livestock. He doesn't do this when other trolls are around though, often surprising the farmhands when their work is already done for them.

Another thing he tends to do is patrol his property whenever he has some spare time, loving the scenery and all that jazz. When he gets really bored, he tasks a farmhand with doing it for him, and then just popping out to scare them for the hell of it.

Dislikes:
As much as he loves giving his farmhands a good spook by revving a chainsaw in the pitch black cornfields, he HATES the serial killer label he's been given by some of the townspeople. It makes him itch, and just feel terrible altogether. Killing isn't out of the nature of trolls, but something about it just sets him off. Either way, he has a deep rooted hate for seadwellers, ESPECIALLY fuchsia bloods. He knows he has to get over this in order to serve, but if someone suspects there's one on his land, he'll go out and slaughter them himself.

His fear of spirit is only worsened by people that disrespect them, distancing himself almost immediately. He doesn't want to be around them if they get cursed or something like that. The thing that really gets on his nerves are extremely hemoloyal trolls that think absolutely nothing of themselves. Everybody should take at least SOME pride in themselves.

Handle: handmadeHomestead [HH]
Typing Quirk/Color:y-o-u like t' type pretty casual, givin' y-o-ur -o-'s little h-o-rns like y-o-ur -o-wn. y-o-u als-o- tend t-o- mind y-o-ur p's and q's when talking t-o- pe-o-ple, hardly cursing as much as y-o-u d-o- in real life.
Blood color: Purple.
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus: Minotaurdad. He's long gone.
Strife Specibus: shotgunKind, a massive boomstick.

Other:

• His lusus died of an unknown illness just after Bittie's 5th wriggling day, causing him to go into a deep depression.
  
  
• Bits already has his bags packed for the fleet, ready to go whenever.. Although he isn't the most willing to.
  
  
• His fear of spirits started just after he began using troll parts as a regular meat substitute, odd things happening around his farmhive. Lights flickering,
  doors slamming shut suddenly.. He began trying to find ways to appease these ghosts around the hive, talking to them and leaving gifts and whatnot out.
  
  
• He often tells them stories about his lusus and wriggler-hood whenever he's all alone. They seem to be the only ones he can be truly open with.
  
  
• He had to start using troll meat as a substitute as he doesn't have much cattle left at this point, due to it being in such high demand.
  
  
• Bittie never goes into town himself, hating the way trolls tend to look at him.
  

KoiKaz Rompen

Full Name: KioKaz Rompen
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5ft/125lbs
Age: 7 sweeps old

Personality: KoiKaz is the kind of troll to say something out loud that everyone else is too nervous to say. She is very stubborn, and once she made up her mind about something there’s no going back without a lot of convincing. Her dry humor drifts toward the macabre. She is more concerned with the big picture than with the tiny details. She is patient and mastered the art of take things as they come.She can take a situation and see the good in it, much to some other’s dismay.

She has a bad habit of being vague at times. She can be pessimistic. Sometimes her mind gets caught up on a thing that somebody said or did that rubbed her the wrong way and she keeps replaying that over and over in her head. Sometimes it’s something she did that was wrong or stupid that she did that replays over and over again in her head. Sometimes she has get her out of her head and she sleeps a lot to escape.

Physical appearance: KoiKaz is a short, muscular troll with long, thin horns. She has sharp, uneven teeth. She has long, curly, messy, black hair she keeps pinned back behind her ears. Like most purple bloods, she paints her face with white designs of her interests. For her it’s a big, single, messy snowflake.

She wears a purple tank top under her black sweater with a hole cut in the shape of her sign since she didn’t know how to sew things when she first bought it and it was very comfortable with the holes. Then she learned how to sew and bought a black jacket with purple lining and crudely sewn a large version of her symbol onto the back of it, and a smaller one on the front. She wears thick black leggings under a knee length black skirt with purple trim. Lastly, her shoes are purple hiking boots complete with snow shoe clip-ons for the harsh weather conditions.


Strengths: Physically strong. Great balance. Quick learner.
Weaknesses: She will never let anyone know about her thoughts that repeat themselves. She will have long pauses for thoughts. Very stubborn.
Fears/Insecurities: She hates her unevenly sharp teeth.
Likes/Hobbies: Sledding to the extreme! Puzzle games, first-person shooters, first-person puzzle games. Folding things and cutting them to look like snowflakes. Sewing, though bad at it. Has a passion for emotionally driven, high action, cartoons.
Dislikes: Moba’s, fish, the footwear-flip-flops, existential feelings of dread, that weird ass ‘penguin’ lusus down the way that just sits there and stares at them… menacingly.

Handle: fractalBixby
Typing Quirk/Color: She replaces z and ‘zee’ sounds with Ƶ . Color#330066
Blood color: Purple
Psionic Power: N/A

Symbol: Capriga

Lusus: Giant seal with tusks jutting upward and outward from its jaw.

God Tier Title: Witch of Space
Land: Frogs and Roses
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Scissor kind
Fetch Modus: Puzzle modus

Other: KoiKaz lives in the farthest reaches of the planet in the ice zones. Her hive is near floating glaciers.

Someone told her about the Juggalo faith and she’s not really that interested in it or knows that much about it but all the other purple bloods are doing it, so might as well. The face paint looks nice.

Freyja Vrtuil

Full Name: Freyja Vrtuil
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 4”7’, 89 lbs. In other words, a shrimp.
Age: Six Sweeps

Personality: With a flourish for luxury and an extremely sheltered lifestyle, in addition to hints of egotism and an obsession with material comforts, Freyja is borderline obnoxious. He goes out of his way to talk to his beloved 'friends', even if they've asked him to leave them alone, and conversation with him is usually considered unpleasant at best. Oh, Freyja doesn't have a mean-spirited bone in his body, but he's also extremely dramatic, prone to screaming fits, and rather prone to bulldozing his way through the average conversation. He may not have a malicious tongue, but he is certainly rude when he's too caught up in the moment. Personal boundaries are a thing he tends to forget, but he, at the very least, makes an effort to be understanding.

It doesn't really help that Freyja isn't the smartest tool in the shed. He's far too trusting and latches onto others very quickly, though he is extremely loyal to his friends, and any who would dare hurt his loved ones can be guaranteed to meet his wrath and the blade of his axe. Although, and this brings him shame to admit, he hesitates to do anything that would bring attention from higher authorities - conspiracies and rebellions are a big no no!

Largely driven by passion, and a slave to his moody behavior, Freyja wears his heart on his sleeve, but his honesty can be refreshing...right? Just be prepared for the waterworks if you tell him a tear jerker. Healthy, productive communication will always be a struggle he doesn't know he has, and his lack of awareness can only be excused so far. But please, cut him a little slack - he's a highblood, after all! It's hard to be nice when it's not your job!

Physical appearance:



Strengths:
-Social manners and cues have never gotten in the way of being over-energetically friendly
-When met with an upset friend, he'll spare no means to divulge the source and make then better.
-Will see a task to its end once he’s started it, no matter what, out of sheer stubbornness
-Protective and loyal as heck
-Almost incorrigibly honest, and never tries to play mind games. Lies are completely foreign to him.

Weaknesses:
-For what Freyja has in enthusiasm, he’s lacking in grace and delicacy.
-He has no control over his mouth.
-Freyja is super sheltered. He's used to letting his money and social status do all the talking, and has never had to finagle his way out of actual trouble.
-He’s completely oblivious to animosity and doesn’t recognize enemies until they’ve stabbed him, stolen his money, and pushed him off a cliff.
-A sucker for a sob story and gullible beyond all belief
-Terrible with his finances
-A lot of his stuff gets destroyed or lost because of his own carelessness, and he generally makes a mess of things

Fears/Insecurities:
-An incident that occurred hardly a sweep ago left him almost completely deaf in both ears, and he has yet to accept his hearing loss. Being questioned on the topic leads to a clueless response, and further investigation is met with annoyance and anger. He’s unaware of his volume, and pretends to know what other trolls are saying because of his refusal to learn sign language.
-Hydrophobic, due to the same cause of his hearing loss
-He hates to be teased about his size, as it sets him apart from his caste, and he fears ostracizing and violence from his fellow highbloods.
-Any insult to his intelligence, whether real or not, makes him very upset
-Freyja is, perhaps, a bit too attached to his pampered lifestyle, and fears having anything less
-Afraid that the subjugglators will come and forcibly reconvert him

Likes/Hobbies:
-Collecting capes, neckties, cuff links and other dapper wear
-Currently obsessed with military history and military themed FLARPing
-Cataloguing his extensive fortune
-Amassing more fortune through a variety of legitimate and illegitimate business ventures
-Supporting small businesses and private ventures, highly probably he'll be a patron for is friends with more...interesting, hobbies
-Currently the number two producer of vinyl records, gold plated statues, and the little plastic things on your shoelaces.
-Likes trading cards, and pursues the rarest of the rare
-A collector of exotic fauna and distinguished art
-Enjoys sculpting through a variety of mediums, such as marble, clay, or stone
-As great a student of art history as he is military history

Dislikes:
-Riddles, secrets, and cryptic language
-Remembering his brief stint within the cult of the Mirthful Messiahs, which has earned him many enemies (or so he thinks)
-While he is a bit dense, he detests being mocked and treated like an idiot, even harmless teasing
-Snobs without an appreciation of the fine arts
-The sight of blood

Handle: splendorApostate
Typing Quirk/Color: dėspitė åppėåråncės, y°u rårėly gėt thė p°int

Blood color: Purple, #39005C
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol:
Lusus: An aggressively affectionate hippo-lotl of large proportions with lovely gill fronds, measuring four feet from shoulder to toes and seven feet nose to tail. With powerful skull-crushing jaws and a partly amphibian biology, Hippolotl is a peak predator. Hippolotl Mom used to swim down in the river below his cliff side hive, until that nasty fall. Now she mostly just lies in bed and doesn’t move. Or eat, or drink, or probably even breathe if he didn’t take care of her himself. A pleasant herbivore with the occasional taste of flesh, rendered between her powerful jaws.

God Tier Title: Page of Heart
Land: Land of Spires and Glass
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Handaxekind
Fetch Modus: Roulette Modus. Based on a roulette wheel you would see in a casino, Freyja has exactly a 2/36 chance of retrieving the item he wants. Landing on any other slot ejects a random item from his sylladex.

Okuyas Stirek

Full Name:bee boy Okuyas Stirek
Gender:Male
Physique [Height/Weight]:5'4" / 113 lbs  
Age: 6 sweeps

Personality: This egghead has the worst luck you could ever imagine, it's like he rolled a nearly perfect 18 on a dice roll and landed safely on the hemospectrum, but the rest he had dearly work for, or just HOPE that it would work. This young lad is a true believer in hard work for a brighter future, he believes in luck but outwardly denies it, as his horrible, reality-defying luck would only seek to destroy him. Sweeps of experience taught him how to take out his aggression over his bad luck out on the other caste, which he does profusely being interested in several hands-on sports one of them being his favorite, Boxing.

Ah yes, boxing. The amazing sport that any troll would consider one of the best! (Other than Pro Arena Stickball of course.) A good stress reliever, a great way to become stronger, and heck it something that doesn't require stupid luck, what more could a young boy want? Without it, Okuyas would probably have gone insane from having nothing to do almost every single day of his unlucky life, at least he isn't a gutter blood! God, does he absolutely love destroying foolish bloods in the ring, it makes him feel great about himself!

Physical Appearance: [A real greaser]


Strengths: His strength, hard worker, pessimistic
Weaknesses: Outward on his opinion, doesn't fly far from his comfort zone, very paranoid
Fear/Insecurities: Being beaten by a low blood, losing championship title, Fears himself.
Likes/Hobbies: Boxing, bullying low bloods into submission, long hot showers, go to a wishing well and wishes for an easier life, every day.
Dislikes/Hate: GAMBLING.

Handle:corrosiveGrunt
Typing Quirk/Color: CAPS LOCK WHEN SPEAKING TO LOWERBLOODS, or simply very signify ANGER, however while speaking to highberbloods he switches his tone to a much humbler one. Other than that he uses any variation of >^:( / #2E0854 (Barely considered high blood)
Blood Color: Very dark indigo, considered purple.
Psionic Power: With his luck? Nah.
Symbol:
Lusus: Giant corrosive beetle-bee

God Tier Title: Knight of Doom
Land of: Desolation and Demons
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Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Fistkind
Fetch Modus: Coinflip

[Very reason he hates gambling is his own damn fetch modus]