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Regina Mortis

Full Name: Regina Mortis
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'7" and 182lbs; Regina has a bit of a study build, and is just a bit pudgy in some places because she still retains some baby wriggler fat. Some people think she bigger than she really is, but that's only due to the clothes that are currently available to her being just a size too small.
Age: 7 sweeps

Physical appearance:



Personality: Regina is a wild child in the most literal sense. Since she was hatched, Regina has been living outside of society and technology, and grew up to be a modern-day caveman. She has had no proper school feeding, and reacts to any situation like an animal. People who've encountered her have began rumors online, dubbing her as the Creature of the Ancient Tomb. She'd be flattered, if she had any clue what the hell you or the computer screen was saying.

Regina wasn't raised entirely by her lusus alone. Due to the nature of her psionics, Regina was cared for by a bunch of ancient ghosts. She was taught basic knowledge for surviving, and other things such as reading and writing. However, since the trolls have been long-since dead, a lot of the information they've taught her is beyond outdated, and the language she speaks in is considered a dead language by Alternian standards.

Because of her naturally curious nature, Regina takes interest in trolls and the things they have with them. If anyone comes spelunking into the tomb, expect Regina to come and mess around in your belongings to check stuff out while you're asleep. Also expect her to come into your tent, stare and maybe prod at you for a bit while you sleep, and then leave. She might've stolen something, but she left a gift for you in the form of a dead animal or treasure. It's compensation for letting her steal your thing. There might also be bite marks on your stuff. Because of her animalistic tendencies, she bites things to figure out what they are, and if they're edible.

If anyone ever corners her, Regina panics, and reacts like a cornered animal would. She's not used to living, breathing trolls, let alone a troll that's capable of physically harming her, so she'll instantly label you a threat.
You just need to handle things gently from there, because she can be a wildcard and hurt whoever, even herself.

Introducing her to society will definitely be a fight, because she is used to her carefree life in her tunnel, where she knows things by names she gave them,
and can talk to people in a language she knows. Regina would be a bitch to teach, which is expected. Trying to teach her anything she isn't clearly interested in learning is met with indifferent huffs and deliberate ignorance. What's a hemospectrum? Who cares? She wants to go home, eat bugs,
and play in the dirt.

Strengths:

• Regina is a spritely and animated kid, and has the energy to go on and on until the milkbeasts come home.
  
• A natural gymnast, Regina can scale and clear most climbable surfaces with ease.
  

Weaknesses:

• The language barrier is currently her most fatal flaw. Unable to say what's wrong, or even understand what someone is saying is a great hindrance.
  
• She won't cooperate with anyone who uses a gun as their specibus. She's had too many bad experiences with people with a firearm, and refuses to be anywhere near a firearm itself.
  

Fears/Insecurities: Living people scare her, for reasons already listed, and also has a fear of firearms. Otherwise, she's just a carefree kid living in her own world.
Likes/Hobbies: Regina likes playing in the dirt, collecting pretty shiny things, and eating fat, juicy bugs. She also likes to prank other trolls who happen to be exploring the area, acting like some kind of wild beast and scaring them.
Dislikes: Regina dislikes having to be lectured, or otherwise being taught something when she really wasn't looking to learn anything. She also hates boomsticks (guns) and reacts in hostility if she sees one.

Handle: artlessTrickster (AT)
Typing Quirk/Color: ML LMV SZH ZMB RWVZ DSZG BLFIV HZBRMT BLF WLMG PMLD DSZG BLFIV HZBRMT
Blood color: Burgundy #990000
Psionic Power: Reanimation; ability to reanimate corpses and dead beings. Regina can also see and communicate with ghosts.
Symbol:
Lusus: Queenie; a large T. rex with four eyes, a smaller set sitting above the normal set.

God Tier Title: Bard of Light
Land: Land of Glass and Overgrowth
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: clawkind
Fetch Modus: n/a

Other:

• Regina's name, when broken down to Latin, literally means "queen of death".
  
• She can talk; however, Regina only talks in the Alternian equivalent of a dead language.
  
• Regina actually doesn't use her real handle until she eventually gets her own 'identity', and will use the handle of the troll whose husktop she stole.
  
• Regarding her quirk, Regina types in Atbash cipher.
  

Thalia Peixes

Full Name: Thalia Peixes
Gender: Non-binary; they/them or she/her (if you're close friends).
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'8" (6'0" with horns) & 280lbs; yes, they're fat, but Thalia doesn't give a damn. Despite their chubbiness, they have vague muscle definition in their arms and legs. They're a heiress with great physical assets, as their admirers may put it.
Age: 8.5 sweeps

Physical appearance:



Personality: For an heiress, Thalia doesn't really act like one. In fact, they've publicly stated that they dislike the idea of becoming empress, saying that the life just simply wasn't their style. Instead, they prefer their cushy, lavish life of being an heiress, where their only responsibility is living in a big, cushy castle and holding the most bitchin' of parties. It seems they like to live on the finer sides of life, rather than the grisly.

If you don't think Thalia could be anymore of a princess, think again. Thalia has a natural talent with animals. Nothing that would happen to put an animal communer to shame, but at least Thalia doesn't have to mind control a lusus to be tame. Their on-land castle is surrounded by lusii, some strays, others wild lusii that tend to hang around the abode. It's no surprise when regular visitors to the castle sees a bunch of dangerous predators follow the heiress at their heels, as calm as can be.

Thalia is a somewhat hyper and optimistic troll, but no one should ever consider them naive. Just because they can seem over-friendly at their parties or get-togethers, doesn't mean Thalia will ever just make friends with any troll who happens to be friendly back. They're actually very picky when they make good friends, and only has a select few of them. Thalia doesn't want to risk making friends with a threat that would use them for their good nature and influences to the masses. In fact, if Thalia ever suspects foul-play, they'll personally beat you up and toss you to the curb. No one is allowed to ruin their good time, or their good image. Not that Thalia is ever too focused on their self-image, but they'd rather be seen as something positive than some stupid drunk. Besides, their reckless behavior is usually done sober and off-camera.

Yes, Thalia can be quite reckless, almost to a fault. Because of their cushy spot on the hemocaste, they believe they're unrestricted in almost every way, only stopping the temptation of doing a thing if it's anything that may cross the Condesce, as they are still very fearful of the current empress. Thalia also has no problem saying no if something's just not their thing, or just rejecting anything they don't think is valid or useful to them. However, if someone is really good with words, and making situations seem not so bad, Thalia cannot possibly help themselves. If there is a camera or some recording device present, Thalia won't do anything too demeaning. This again goes back to their self-image, and if their reckless endeavors are ever posted online, Thalia will do everything they can to get that image taken down, and people's devices destroyed if they save it.

Strengths:

• Thalia is an active person, and doesn't tire out so easily.
  
• Thalia is stronger than they let on, being able to carry a tiger-sized lusus with easy.
  

Weaknesses:

• Thalia's body can produce too much insulin, and they'll eventually crash, which can be unfortunate in some situations.
  
• It's easy to appeal to their reckless nature by using the right words to convince them to do something.
  
• Alternatively, it's easy to pin something on Thalia because of their 'above the rules' nature. Anyone could, and probably would, blame a reckless highblood for doing something stupid.
  

Fears/Insecurities: Besides the very real fear of the Condesce, Thalia has no other known fear or phobia. As for insecurities, Thalia actually more worried about their self-image as they let on, if the 'destroy people's devices' thing didn't make it obvious. The reason they freak out over it is because they think the Condesce would personally go out of her way to kill them if they brought any real shame to the tyrian caste.
Likes/Hobbies: Thalia is an active person, socially and physically. While you wont see the heiress pumping mad amounts of iron or doing any actual working out, but you will probably see them walking or swimming along the shoreline, or play-wrestling with the lusii. Thalia's likes are pretty obvious, such as the partying, drinking, and using the troll-equivalent to weed. They also like laying around and reading, and they also enjoy a good play once in a while.
Dislikes: Anyone who causes trouble at their parties, bad trips, badly mixed drinks, when someone attacks their animals unprovoked, and paparazzi.

Handle: everlastingEcstasy (EE)
Typing Quirk/Color: :) ur quirk is ab-(Out as carefree as u r, with ur use -(Of sh-(Orthand ):
Blood color: Tyrian Purple #991532
Psionic Power: n/a
Symbol:
Lusus: Gl'bgolyb

God Tier Title: Heir of Life
Land: Land of Rods and Dials
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: tridentkind
Fetch Modus: n/a

Other:

• Thalia's blood is more reddish-purple than normal tyrian purple.
  
• They visit Gl'bgolyb once or twice a month, since she is their lusus.
  
• The :) at the start and the ): at the end of their messages represent the comedy and drama masks of theater. They're actually supposed to be same on both ends (ex.: :) yah yah yah (:) depending on how they feel.
  
• Thalia was inspired by both Aphrodite and Dionysus, however more of their traits come from Dionysus.
  
• Similarly, their name comes from one of the three Graces (Dionysus' daughters), Thalia. She was the Grace of Good Cheer.
  
• Thalia is actually aged down from their real age so I could use them on here. I didn't originally plan to use them here, but decided to post them anyway.
  

Zhudet Midrio

Full Name: Zhudet Midrio
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'8, 120 lbs
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Zhudet is maybe a little less royal and a little more immature than her blood color might suggest.

Physical appearance: Zhudet.. is a hot mess, to put it lightly. If the thick, unkempt hair didn't give it away, the messy thick eyeliner would have. Complete with the brightest blue lips, clumpy mascara, and pants ripped at the knee, this troll is a walking disaster. She likes to dress for comfort more than fashion, but still prides herself on looking "kool," no matter what everyone else thinks.

Strengths: Incredibly resilient - she's been through more scrapes and bruises than she can count. Green - blue? - thumb.
Weaknesses: Has a sort of soft spot for those really low on the hemospectrum (yellow and lower) and will often underestimate them. Absolutely horrid luck with traps and puzzles, especially when both are combined.
Fears/Insecurities: One day she will have to grow up and that thought terrifies her. She likes what she has now. She doesn't want to let it go.
Likes/Hobbies: Gardening. Bone collecting. Growing plants IN bones - it's been working so far. Her lusus - she's pretty chill too.
Dislikes: Super stuck-up highbloods. Being told to act her age/being reminded of her rank in the hemospectrum.

Handle: magneticParadox
Typing Quirk/Color:all lowercase, all the time. affectionately refers to friends as dorks/nerds/dweebs. all c's are k's.
Blood color: Blue (#000099)
Psionic Power: "psykhik? me? ha! that's a good one."
Symbol: see picture
Lusus: A large, mouse-like creature with six legs and three eyes.

God Tier Title: Sylph of Life
Land: Land of Rain and Frost
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Shearkind
Fetch Modus: Trap. Anything is available at any time, but at the risk that a mousetrap will snap on your hand when you go to retrieve something. In retrospect, this wasn't your best idea.

Other:

Saliss Enragi

Hey, despite these forums being sorta dead, I thought I'd share one of my many Troll bois. So... Here goes nothing

Full Name: Saliss Enragi
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Short and fit (Roughly 5'5'' and 185 pounds)
Age: 6 Sweeps

Personality: Saliss is the type to yell at his problems until they go away, he's almost constantly angry at something, anything. Generally, personality-wise, Saliss is very similar to Karkat Vantas, in that he hides his more sensible side (Whatever Saliss has of one) behind a wall of hatred and senseless shouting. Despite everything, he is able to hold himself back often and keep relationships with other Trolls.

As mentioned previously, he will usually scream at his problems to go away, but that really only goes for anything he deems as below him, if a problem is too big and can't be handled with harsh words or a bat to the face, he drops his tough-guy act and will often break down crying. like a frickin' pansy

Saliss hates having to deal with others' problems, usually responding with a stern yet honest "Shut up" or any other variation of the phrase, depending on his mood at the time. He is also a bit of a sore loser, often losing his mind over any sort of stupid loss, like at a video game, but he's quick to try and keep his composure.

Physical appearance: Saliss is, as described, short and fit, with scraggly black hair, rather large eyebrows and two Troll horns coming out from the front of his head and curving backwards. He wears two shirts, a long-sleeved white one under the black one that contains his symbol, he also has black jeans and red sneakers.

Strengths: He is very proficient with his specibus of choice, Batkind, and he is quite an intimidating leader among his group.
Weaknesses: As mentioned prior, he's quick to start bawling at something much larger than him, and his intimidating nature carries over to both his enemies and friends, making them think twice before ever interacting with him.
Fears/Insecurities: He is afraid of just about anything he feels he can't quite deal with, which is a rather large list, he's also quick to pass out at the sight of another Troll's blood (But only in excessive amount)
Likes/Hobbies: Saliss has tried many different hobbies to keep himself calm, all of which were "Too fucking boring" for him. These included: Scrapbooking, knitting, bottle cap collecting and writing. He very much enjoys the company of his mountainbeast Lusus, it being one of the only things to ever keep him quiet and calm for a significant amount of time. Saliss also likes fast food, but he knows his limits.
Dislikes: He has a strong hatred for a wide variety of things, from something as simple as being touched while in a bad mood, to people being A-holes directly to him.

Handle: unchasteSeraph (US)
Typing Quirk/Color: He talks in a very rushed and direct manner trying not to waste any freaking time (Only capitalizes the first letter, no punctuation at all) He also makes his emojis backwards and adds a "c" to represent his horns (|:c)
Blood color: Rustblood/Burgundy
Psionic Power: Might have, but never bothered with it.
Symbol: A circle with a crescent shape around it, with the opening pointing up.
Lusus: A mountainbeast (A goat creature with long, bug-like legs and horns almost identical to his) which he nicknamed M.T

God Tier Title: The Knight of Life
Land: Land of Ice and Cloth (LOIAC)
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batkind
Fetch Modus: Impulse (Whatever the user feels they need at a given moment will be ejected for them to use)

Other: His name comes from the words "Salt" and "Enrage", fitting with his angry demeanor.

So, uhh, feedback is appreciated, see y'all some other time, I think

Seiyya Sitkyn ((he FIN))

this boye ((tm)) is something of a troll-ified remake of a character i had ages ago, before i got into homestuck. i had to butcher the goddamn name for it to be a troll, but i'd have to completely neuter it to be a human, so i chose troll.
the original name was "seiya sytchine."

Full Name: Seiyya Sitkyn ((pronunciation: say-uh sit-kine))
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 6'3" ((6'6" with his tallest horn)), 183 lbs / 1.9 meter and 83kg for my Imperially-challenged friends :^)
Age: 7.85 sweeps (('bout 17 years))

Personality: Seiyya is, to put it bluntly, a chaotic boy. Now, I mean that in no bad connotation, but the term "chaos" often implies a bad quality, which is to some degree, true.

When he's calm, he's a klutz. When he's angry, he's a major klutz. Hell, he's just accident-prone all around. He's somewhat impulsive, not often thinking things through. Thankfully, he's got that seadweller endurance to keep him from dying.

He's somewhat charismatic at times, although he is also somewhat aggressive, which interferes with the charisma. He's had many a lowblood wrapped around his finger, by his will or not. When he does command them, it's usually not out of selfishness. He does care about others, but oftentimes believes that he knows best. Combined with the highblood mentality of being over others, he holds himself in high regard.

He may be relatively excelent and collected at times, but he is easily frustrated, and will go off on a moment's notice. He tries to keep himself from needless violence in those moments, but he's got that highblood/seadweller's anger inside him. He ((usually)) means the best when he does this, but sometimes he gets carried away. He's kind of like that overprotective big brother who scolds you for being an idiot, maybe shoves you, but you know still cares about you.

His feelings on the hemospectrum aren't particularly strong in either direction - He leans in favor of it, but he wouldn't say he's a full-on supporter. It assists him, yes, but he feels it as something of his duty to care for those beneath him. He's enjoys people looking up to him, but doesn't really like sycophants. He's there to help, not to be a god.

Physical appearance: Seiyya is one tall boye for his age, and that's not counting horns. He's not exactly the most visibly muscular, but he's got some strength on him.

Circling back around to his horns, one of them circles around. Specifically, it's the right one, it comes out the side of his head and curls a little bit before coming to a blunt end. The length outwards is short, but if straightened out, would be about three inches. It's kind of like a corkscrew. The other horn, the left one, also starts at the side but subtly curves upwards three inches, then hooks downward, kind of like a fish-hook someone held upside down. His face is something akin to your generic clean-shaved handsome guy, although the left side of his face is burnt chemically. A lot of his body is chemically burnt, actually.

One of the most easily noticeable things about him is that he is lacking his left eye, though he makes little attempt to hide it, when possible. Underwater he has to keep it firmly sealed so that water doesn't flood into his body and all, so he has a kind of suction-cup eyepatch of sorts he wears when swimming ((His hive is underwater, but he keeps it dry in there - airlocks galore!)). His hair about shoulder-blade length in the front and his bangs would reach about his chin, but he sweeps said bangs behind his ears. His hair is a bit unkempt, but considering he spends so much time swimming, it doesn't really matter too much. If he has to present himself, he keeps a comb in his pocket, anyway. His left face-fin is slightly torn.

With his wardrobe, he actually kind of resembles a movie villain - He wears a violet/fuschia cloak bearing his symbol on the back, although the bottom of the cloak is ripped, shortening it to halfway up his thigh. He also wears a black military-style peacoat, each button having his symbol etched into the gold buttons ((even the cufflinks)).

His lower body is less regal, consisting of a dark grey pair of jeans, with a rip in the right knee, followed by violet/fuschia Chucks. He purposely dresses this way to say "I'm pretty chill when I want to be, but if I need to be, I will show you business."


Strengths: Seadweller strength and endurance, dextrous, caring
Weaknesses: Easily angered, lack of depth perception, prone to accidents, somewhat overbearing
Fears/Insecurities: He's kind of insecure about his inability to lead, and is afraid of hurting others in his fits of anger.
Likes/Hobbies: Military history, helping those in need ((but only if they'll help themselves)), being in a position of power.
Dislikes: Reading, his instability, sycophants, idiots dumping shit into the ocean ((He's got chemical burns from that. Sore subject.))

Handle: chronologicalAscendancy [CA]
Typing Quirk/Color: CA: I'd b≈ glad to b≈ of assssisstanc≈. ((#5e2570))  CA: I'd b≈ glad to b≈ of assssisstanc≈. ((#c600c6)) doubles his s's and replaces e with ≈, to reflect his symbol.
Blood color: seadwelling violet although can also be played as royal fuschia
Psionic Power: Too high on the spectrum.
Symbol: Hydrus
Lusus: Leviathan-like sea serpent

God Tier Title: Heir of Time
Land: Land of Anarchy and Authority
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Sceptrekind
Fetch Modus: Pull the plug at the bottom of the card to release the item ((And some water. Don't use near electronics.))

Other: His gills are very sensitive. If you touch them, you're likely to get bonked by a sceptre.
He's missing an eye and his fin is torn from coming into contact with acidic chemical waste some dumbass dumped in the ocean. He's also covered in burns from them. He doesn't like to talk about it much, but he will tell you that he did kill the girl who did it, and that it was some idiotic juggalo trying to create ultra-Faygo.

Inysig Tuomit (Mage of Mind)

Full Name: Inysig Tuomit
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’7” 110 lb
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality: The most easily noticeable qualities when dealing with Inysig are: aloofness, a sense of superiority or even narcissism and a touchy air. She is a Type 5 with a 6 wing on the enneagram scale, and an INTP. She is naturally introverted but can overcome this when talking one-to-one, even to new people. Like a Knight (though she’s a Mage), she often hides behind her lofty status, but this prevents her from connecting with people, so she remains distant and watches, like a social outcast. Ironic. She’s formal and polite enough in person; her demeanour can be almost pleasant. She mostly has a ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude surrounding her though, but she’s cunning enough to mask it in her words. She deals with everyone in the same basic pragmatic way, but lets her distaste for social interaction show when speaking with lower blooded ones. She thinks before she speaks, so her words are often true, but she has a tendency to exaggerate for sarcastic effect. If she allows herself to get upset or angry, she takes a short break from anyone who set her off but can’t resist returning for more after a short while, whether she’s prepared to deal with them or not. She forgives quickly, but dredges up offenses easily too, so her pardons might not always be true.

In a personal relationship, regardless of quadrants, Inysig is likely to take more than she gives. Sometimes she feels a twinge of guilt about this, but not often. If someone does call her out on it, she’ll adjust her behaviour for that person, and only for as long as they notice. She feels isolated even from her closest friends as she thinks that she might scare them away with her intense thoughts. As she only wants real friends, she doesn’t bother putting on a mask of emotion of pretending to feel something for other people. This has led to a few enemies and left her with a healthy suspicion of others. Unfortunately, it gets out of hand sometimes and she can become a bit paranoid about others’ intentions. When speaking with a closer friend, she mostly lets the other person do the talking, (she is drawn to charismatic and talkative people), interjecting at a reasonable moment to offer her viewpoint or tell her own related story. She’d rather let an opportunity to discuss a topic pass rather than interrupt. All in all she can be described as a classic bookworm or introvert, with a bit of the behaviour belonging to a member of the one percent.


Physical appearance: https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xQ1b8AVYkCA/Wkhtqb0tHlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PEHkC8rp0f4J_oKDkEUYhV29oSTphi0mQCLcBGAs/s512/inysig.png https://68.media.tumblr.com/9e5b481effcdba8b8f2f7f36419d848e/tumblr_p1sxyxt7uR1vxfed6o1_1280.jpg

Strengths: Inysig is extremely intelligent and learns quickly when she puts her mind to it. She is strong willed and driven. She retains her rationality in almost any situation and is a good leader. She is fiercely loyal when she becomes attached to someone, however unlikely. She is physically adept and agile, and a good sport who knows when she’s beaten in a fight. She won’t surrender, but she’ll admit a loss in a friendly/safe fight.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, as a highblood who tends to bottle up her feelings, Inysig might easily fly into a terrible rage at the slightest thing, though it’s rare. She is also very blunt and tends to see matters in black and white. On top of that, she is a devout classist and very selfish. Last but not least, she finds it hard to make friends as her narcissism makes it difficult for people to get to know her.
Fears/Insecurities: Inysig has a few big time fears and a smattering of little childhood frights. Her greatest fear is losing the sway or control she has over individuals she’s close to. Her second greatest fear is appearing weak, as her Knight-like shield of confidence is actually an elaborate facade. She won’t tolerate seeming fragile. Her last large fear is people. She can only handle one person at a time; set her in a crowd and she’ll lash out, afraid to be seen as uncomfortable or intimidated. She’s also uncomfortable with fire (up to even candles), sunlight (of course), and she never lets things get dusty or wet for fear of conditions damaging her belongings. (That may not be a fear though ,just common sense. She’s afraid of being without the nicer things in life, perhaps)
Likes/Hobbies: When she’s not feeding her lusus, Inysig’s usual method to occupy herself is puzzles, particularly of the problem solving kind. She enjoys sudoku, picross, and variations of that sort. She enjoys reading, her favourite genre of book being fantasy, mystery and psychological fiction. Card games are also a favourite. She likes to bluff, from goldfish to poker, she’s always got an ace up her sleeve (sometimes literally). She’s not particularly interested in any specific form of art but she does doodle strange little cartoons or surreal illustrations. (Cough cough surreal memes.) When in public, and not engaged in conversation, (topics usually include recommended books or movies and the rare discussion on quadrants), she likes to glean insight into other trolls’ personal lives through either a quick talk or glance, guessing their hive situation, lusus, and pastimes. Basically a psychoanalysis on the go. Finally, she does enjoy the odd midnight snooze in the recoupracoon, if at all possible.
Dislikes: Inysig hates people not giving her their full attention, even about something trivial. She resents too many questions asked in a short period of time, especially when she doesn’t receive answers to her own friendly queries. She won’t stand for anyone slacking off or not giving their all. She hates deliberate withholding of information. Her pet peeves, that she usually gets annoyed about in private and won’t bother going about correcting are: improper grammar, unorganized bookshelves, messy desktops (both physical and computerised), and hungry lusii.

Handle: hostileSangfroid
Typing Quirk/Color: Types in her normal blood colour. (6A006A) Sentences are usually short and always grammatically correct excluding the rest of the quirk (Unless I myself make a mistake). Says ‘heck’ instead of cursing. Replaces ‘t’ ‘f’ and ‘e’ with ‘~’ ‘≈’ ‘≋’ respectively.
Blood color: Violet
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Hydra Constellation
Lusus: Sea Serpent

God Tier Title: Mage of Mind
Land: Land of Casinos and Neurones
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Chainkind
Fetch Modus: Poker Modus- Each deck (inventory) is filled with exactly fifty-two cards before a new one is started. When captchalogued, items in their cards are shuffled and assigned a suit and number (or letter, J, Q, or K). When taking out a number, the user is dealt a hand of five cards. Items can be taken out from a pair, full house, flush, royal flush, or any other point earning set in poker, if it shows up. If the first deck is not complete, items are shifted down so the last deck isn’t complete. Decks are shuffled all at once before any items are taken out.

Other: Was brought up privileged, of course, but developed Antisocial Personality Disorder during her early sweeps. (And don’t worry, I’ve done my research on this.) A chaotic life filled with bloodthirsty tendencies, as is her lot, combined with articulated care and reassurance from her lusus, she eventually became desensitised to the needs of others and grew up manipulative and a narcissistic. That’s not to say she can’t have friends. A sociopath is able to form bonds, it’s just unlikely they’ll have many. (See Sherlock, BBC.)

If I missed anything, please let me know! I hope I've fleshed her out enough, and if so I'm looking forward to roleplaying using her.
(Edit) Changed her aspect and land.

Thopez Orkave

Full Name: Thopez Orkave
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'10" | 104 lbs
Age: 6 sweeps.

Personality: The personification of mans best friend, although he takes things a little differently. He is a competitive person at heart and while he shoots to win everything he does, he refuses to even consider victory when his opponents are not thinking of their own victory as much as he is. As such, he tries his best to give advice and work as a 'Yes-Man' in order to pump them up.

Because of this, he comes off as a very obnoxious and snobbish person. Whatever his comrades find interest in, he follows behind them to work with them as a rival. Even if he is absolutely garbage in the said sport. Although he'd never show one part of him as it'd make him seem like someone easily angered. -Which he was.

Thopez is very impatient. Anything involving anything close to a beat or rhythm is difficult for him to do. Numerous clocks are smashed and many metronomes are destroyed in his attempt to overcome this obstacle. Once realizing that fate would be on his side in any situation, he simply does things and figures that his own pure genius will settle things on it's own.

As such he plans to be the Military Police equivalent within the fleet! A provostockraider to be exact! It's the perfect position to give people a kick in the ass to move and to maintain order. The perfect position for someone of his caliber! In order to make sure that he'd have no doubts in your ability, he decided to get himself acquainted with the old tales of the past! History does repeat itself, so at least he can be semi-prepared for his battle against fate!

-His luck hasen't grown thin on that department.

Physical appearance:

Strengths:

• Ability to spit rhymes.
  
• Vast knowledge of Alternian History
  
• A lot of Stamina
  
• Loyal, surprisingly.
  

Weaknesses:

• Uncoordinated attacks, usually just sends blind rushes hoping for the best.
  
• Relys too much on luck.
  
• -Has zero flow in his hot fire.
  
• Blinded by his idea of fate.
  
• Impatient.
  
• Always over exaggerates things.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Realizing fully what his destiny is. -He'd rather not know.
  
• Bad-luck charms.
  
• That someone better than him will stroll up.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• [Insert Troll!Soundcloud]
  
• Alternian History!
  
• Competitive sports.
  
• Long walks.
  
• Taking in new interests! -Although he acts like he had been doing it the entire time.
  

Dislikes:

• Fortune-tellers.
  
• Fire!
  
• Quitters.
  
• Really not into anything cat related. -It's a natural instinct that he simply cannot avoid.
  

Handle: concurrentGrunge
Typing Quirk/Color: you dont reΔLLY FOLLOW ΔNY sh1tty QU1RK 1n pΔrt1culΔr, 6ut speΔk w1th CONV1CT1ON!!
Blood color: Mustard/Gold
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Canis Major
Lusus: Large Woofbeast

God Tier Title: Prince of Time
Land: Land of Construction and Reverb
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batkind
Fetch Modus: uhh

Other:

- Woofbeast resides in a cave system just below the house. It leads it's prey within to catch and save for later consumption. As such the entire place reeks.

Pluvus Hdifix

Full Name: Pluvus Hdifix
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5”4’
Age: Seven sweeps

Personality: Pluvus is a sweet, awkward young boy who’s gone his whole life without using his powers even once - well, that he’s willing to admit - out of fear for becoming a menace like many of his caste. While quite well-meaning, Pluvus’s fear has led to him becoming a meek and painfully nervous troll. His friends expectations are as important to him as the friends themselves, whether or not he really knows what they are, and his imagination fills in the gaps with paranoia and nervousness. Nobody can claim to have seen him actually lose his temper, so he’s been treated as something of a pushover.

However, on rare occasions, he’s completely blown up in anger and freaked out on someone, displaying some of that cold-blooded determination and cut-throat attitude when someone pushes him too far. He just wants to be left alone by all those scary things out there, and they’d better play along. Pluvus could be mean if he truly wished to, as he’s easily sharp enough to be a manipulative jerk if he tried. It’s really for the best that it takes a lot to break him out of his shell; the motivation’s just not there.

Of course, instead of facing conflict, now and again, he sort of just hides and cowers beneath his lusus’s wings. What coaxes him out is the allure of metal, rocket fuel, and circuits. He loves nothing more than building, and especially repairing old machines, with a fixation on spacecraft, to the point of obsession. Definitely a nostalgia fan, possibly with a fixation on space travel and hardened detectives. He quickly flicks to those he admires and occasionally suppresses his own interests to emulate others’.

Physical appearance:



His pupils are asterisk shaped.

Strengths:
-Cautious and detail oriented for safety’s sake
-Unintentionally great at sucking up
-Impervious to insults because he’s used to them
-Not really one for revenge or grudges, or so it seems (he’s very experienced at hiding his true feelings)
-Gets very passionate and defensive about the things he likes, but not for long
-Will quickly defend a friend
-Oddly, not that shaken by dead things and dying

Weaknesses:
-Weak to peer pressure
-Tries too hard to please others
-Will put himself in danger to do unwarranted favors of his own volition to make up for mistakes
-Is terrible at picking friends and doesn't call out toxic behavior
-Gets way too focused on his projects, especially when avoiding something that upsets him
-Becomes rather clumsy when he’s anxious
-Only expresses confidence and assertiveness in short, unreliable bursts.

Fears/Insecurities:
-Extremely fearful of using his powers, asserting himself, coming off aggressive, and becoming what he sees as a bad person, i.e. most highbloods.
-Afraid of disappointing others
-Despite his online presence he’s afraid of basically everybody in person
-Lowkey super frazzled all the time due to years of living in a poorly-light hive with creepy corners and distant dripping

Likes/Hobbies:
-Rocket Science
-Building Space Ships
-Stockpiling for a hypothetical planetary escape
-Getting elbow deep in some circuit boards
-Butterfly Gardens
-Outdated forms of communication
-Supernatural Adventure Novellas about Aliens
-Black and white silent films
-Vintage memorabilia
-Moth mom makes him study proper embalming and zombie/Daywalker slaying procedure

Dislikes:
-Having secrets kept from him, big or small
-Getting pulled away from his projects
-Reaching a dead end in his research
-Getting dropped off in dangerous areas by his lusus for ‘survival practice’
-Being stuck with strangers for extended amounts of time
-Talking face to face with other trolls
-Danger, real actual ‘you could die’ danger

Handle: stutterCircuit
Typing Quirk/Color: yoO...u have been toO...ld the rise and fall oO...f yoO...ur dictioO...n is rather annoO...ying.
Blood color: Cerulean, #00297A
Psionic Power: Induced Sleep Walking: As much as Pluvus hates hates hates his powers, he can’t deny that he has them. Pluvus can pilot another troll’s body for a few minutes before his poor brain tires out. However, he can only control someone when they’re asleep. The closer they are to REM sleep, the less likely they are to wake up, but the harder they are to control. Some massive sleep flailing is par for the course. He has to fight for control if they wake up, and he always loses.

Symbol:
Lusus: A matronly skeleton moth - well, more of a centipede with wings - bearing a wingspan of fifteen feet, and a skeleton-like insectoid chassis with an affectionate tilt to their horrifying curves. Pluvus has to go to great pains to ensure Momma Bone Moth doesn’t leave the hive during the day, so he hardly gets any sleep.

God Tier Title: Heir of Mind
Land: Land of Vents and Snow
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Shovelkind. Wishes he was skilled/cool enough to use chainsawkind.
Fetch Modus: Space Invaders. Traditional retro space shooter arcade game.

Other: Pluvus lives in the shelled out remains of a small abandoned battleship once used by the Alternian army. Through sweeps of hard work, it allows for functional living beyond the occasional plumbing leak or power outage every once or thrice a week, but Pluvus intends to raise it to full capacity as a spaceship. Daywalkers are a bit of an issue, due to the battleship being in the middle of a past battleground, so he has even less incentive to go outside. There’s only a few zombies walking around the area these days, but one can never be too careful.

Gandey Geihem (V 2.0, New and Improved)

Full Name: Gandey Geihem
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5' 8" 120 lb.
Birthdate: 11/13
Age: 6.5 sweeps
Physical appearance: Gandey has a more athletic than average build, and perfect cone horns (his horns were once two different sizes, but he grinded one down). He was well kept ear-length hair. He wears a silken black suit with a "pure blue" tie with his symbol on his right breast pocket. Where one usually wears pants, he wears black pants. Also shoes i.e. black polished leather shoes.

Personality: It goes without saying that Gandey is, strictly speaking, a narcissist. His appearances or at least the "mask" he wears is of the utmost importance to him. His speech is eloquent, articulate, reserved, polite. His appearance, formal, manicured, a gentleman. His actions, mannered, gentle, meticulous. Even if one could read his mind, they'd see that even his thoughts are tempered in such a way that they are - or at least seem to be - noble, virtuous, immaculate. Grace in every detail.

Gandey is over-compulsive and self-involved. He hates every one of his flaws and the flaws of others and seeks to oppose these flaws at every turn of the way; by any means necessary. He is often manipulative in doing so.

He tends to attempt to dominate people whenever possible. Gandey's ideal friend is either a footstool with the inability to say 'no' or a rebellious rival with the inability to agree. That being said, he does not easily trust others: be they enemy, rival, friend (no matter how ideal or close), or even lusus.

He also practically wrote a book on Machiavellian schemes. Err. Actually literally wrote a book on them. Not published though, of course. He keeps it closely under wraps and definitely follows it. His goal is power: political or literal, for himself or for those he can control or manipulate.

Handle: eutacticSupremacy

Typing Quirk:
- Capitalizes the letter "I"
- Capitalizes first-person pronouns as they appear in words
- Capitalizes his name
- He doesn't capitalize these when he's unsure of himself or berating himself
- He will sometimes fake being unsure of himself or fake berating himself by not capitalizing words.
- Rarely uses other people's names

Blood color: Says he's "Pure blue" (#0000FF) actually #002FFF

Symbol:

Lusus: snake with two heads, though one head was killed by the other.

Strengths:
- Thinks quite far
- Extroverted leader
- Well-educated

Weaknesses:
- Cannot easily trust others
- Not exactly the most trustable himself
- Doesn't like to dirty his hands
- Quite sensitive about his flaws

Fears/Insecurities: Being imperfect and being betrayed.

Likes: Leading, domination, power, writing

Dislikes: Being forgotten, being disliked, non-competitive games,

Driving force: The desire to be beyond all others.

Hobbies: FLARPing, multiplayer games in general (especially strategy games), solving problems, rivalry.

God Tier Title: Prince of Light
Land: Land of Mirrors and Mystery
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: 2 Knifekinds (One is coated with poison)
Psionic Power: N/A

Describe your character in three words: The Near Perfect
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Both knives.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: Everything. (If I had to elaborate, his knowledge, horns, and blood color)
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: A perfect arrangement of food symmetrically placed at right angles and alphabetized.

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.
  

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

Quiikn Alernm

Full Name: Quiikn Alernm
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 6ft5in 200lbs
Age: 6 sweeps

Personality: Quiikn has a vibrant imagination and enjoys roleplays and FLARP-ing more than life itself. She has a passion for her character Loupin Sazall, the alchemist, who is quick on the trigger for their elixir thrower and wears many vials of different kinds of elixirs. Some to heal, other to harm. Quiikn admires her character’s ambition, clever thinking, and charisma. She tries to keep those aspects in her daily life but sometimes she tends to overdo it and ends up acting too much like Loupin to the point that some people might call Loupin her self-insert, which will hurt her deeply.

Quiikn herself is very optimistic. Social and flirtatious, she can be gullible and too quick to trust others flirting back with her. Heck, she can be quick to trust others in general. She tends to rely on gut instinct than to think things through.  She is a great listener, but at times can be pushy with what solution she /knows/ will fix the problem.

Physical appearance: Abnormally tall for a troll of her age, Quiikn Alernm has long horns that curl at the very tip. Quiikn has three modes of dress. Her casual, her FLARP gear, and her mix between the two.

Casual: Consists of black shorts, and a T-shirt that has her symbol on it and white sleeves. She wears teal socks that come up to her knees with two horizontal white stripes on the top of her socks. She wears white and black converse shoes.

FLARP: Loupin Sazall wears a worn brown overcoat, with a bright white ascot around her neck. Loupin wears a teal vest over a poofy white shirt. Sazall also has brown pants with teal belts that carry multi-colored ‘elixirs’ in. To bring the outfit together, Loupin wears teal, knee-high boots.

Mix: Quiikn wears all her casual clothes under her FLARP jacket,  open vest, and ascot.

Strengths: Adaptive. She has a great pitching arm due to thowing potions all the time. Can reach the top shelf.
Weaknesses: Can be passive aggressive. Due to the ‘don’t say no’ rule, most roleplayers have, if it’s not initially immoral, she’ll go along with almost anything until it crosses a line. Too quick to trust others.
Fears/Insecurities: Fears that Loupin is a self-insert character and what that says about her.
Likes/Hobbies: FLARPing. Writing about her character in different AU’s. She has a passion for independently created webcomics about magic.
Dislikes: Those who are inflexible. Dead things. Ugly things.

Handle: coquettishAlchemist
Typing Quirk/Color: Prefaces every message with @:*: (a little elixir bottle) unless in a hurry. she types like this. UNLESS she's roleplaying as The Great Alchemist, Loupin! Color#339999
Blood color: Teal
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol:
Lusus: Peacock-lizard-kind. Feather mom

God Tier Title: Sylph of Life
Land: Land of Bones and Decay
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Thrown-kind/Grenade-kind
Fetch Modus: Elixir kind. Put in a bottle, needs to either smash the bottle or pull out the cork to get the thing inside. Lines up bottles nicely on a belt-like fetch modus.

Erolei Keefer

Full Name: Erolei " 'Lei " Keefer
Gender: Male.
Physique (Height/Weight):  6'3/126lbs. He's a rather lanky troll all around.
Age:  8 sweeps.

Personality:

Going by his last name, Keefer is a rather pleasant troll, despite being raised in less than desirable circumstances. He always likes to put the interests and personal desires of others before his own, using this as some sort of strategy in order to "fit in" more with society. He's obviously doing a lot wrong though, since he's often manipulated by his employers and so-called friends rather frequently. He can definitely tell, but hardly ever stands up for himself or just doesn't sugarcoat stuff. It's hard for people to take him seriously and not take advantage of him when he's just.. So nice.

Although he may be nice and kind of a pushover, he does have his limits. If something is extremely morally wrong, he'll definitely resist it.. But he has done some questionable things in his lifetime. That's the original reason why he'd left his cavern to become a farmer or someone more productive, to improve and repair himself as a person. He was also just really sick of eating raw grubmeat.

In battle, Erolei isn't exactly the most aggressive troll, much preferring to defend and try and talk his way out of situations.. Unless you get between him and someone he holds dear. He tries to suppress his primal urges most of the time, but when situations like this come up, he often just lets his body fully take over. On the topic of friendships, Keefer is extremely loyal to friends and quadmates, defending them with his life. He wants to better both them, and himself in the end.


Physical appearance:

Erolei is a tall, twiggy troll with rather long arms and legs, perfect for sprinting long distances and grappling onto things. His body is built more for survival than aesthetic, looking rather.. "Ugly", as some would and have said before. He looks more like a cryptid than a troll, but is just a gentle giant overall.

His hair is cut short and is often messy, sticking up straight in the air.. Kinda like a duck's ass. Despite its appearance, he tries to take good care of it and bathe as often as he can. His eyes are already partially filled in with his blood color, and are light-reflective like a cat's. His horns sit at the top of his forehead, curling just back out of it, hardly reaching the back of his head. Erolei is a rather fluffy boy, hair covering his arms and a bit on his chin. He also has killer sideburns.

His wardrobe mainly consists of overalls and red button up flannel, but he'll occasionally throw on a pair of ratty jeans and sneakers instead of his regular steel-toed work boots. He wouldn't trade his shirt for anything, given to him when he was just a young boy in the cavern he was raised in. Luckily, he's grown into it.

Strengths:

• His crushing physical strength, despite having little to no muscle.
  
• He possesses the ability to make friends rather easily.
  
• Keefer's appearance is likely to scare off any potential attacker.
  

Weaknesses:

• His extreme kindness is definitely one of his downfalls.
  
• He isn't exactly fluent in standard Alternian, speaking in only heavily broken Alternian and the shrill screech-language of his original brooding cavern.
  
• Often gives his heart to those that will shatter it, gives too many chances.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Erolei has minor body image issues, though he tries not to pay much attention to them.
  
• Failure, and disappointing his quads.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Farming, specifically harvesting animals for his boss, who happens to be a butcher.
  
• Making his own brews and jerky, with a little help from his employer.
  
• Visiting his "family" back in his ratty old cavern which he still considers home.
  
• Learning new skills/how to speak properly.
  
• Handing down the useful skills he has down to younger trolls.
  
• Socializing with the other farmhands and those at the market where he sells his junk.
  
• Gardening, though exclusively growing herbs and whatnot, such as lilac and sage.
  
• Playing guitar for trolls willing to listen and help him improve.
  

Dislikes:

• Trespassers.
  
• Pests that harm the crops and his own plants.
  
• Higher-blooded trolls. He can't be around anyone higher than purple, and even that's pushing it.
  
• Being demonized because of his heritage and appearance.
  
• Pompous asshats.
  
• Trolls who poke at him because of his odd southern drawl.
  

Handle: altruisticBotany [AB]
Typing Quirk/Color: You try and type as normally as you can, though you tend to forget words sometimes.
Blood color: Pure jade.
Psionic Power:  N/A.
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus:  Elkdad (or just Pops), one of the only lusii on the farm allowed to roam around freely. He was also one of the only living lusii in the cavern, as well.

God Tier Title: Knight of Breath
Land:  Land of Fog and Cults
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: forkKind, a large steel pitchfork with bits of blood splattered on it.
Fetch Modus: Never going to use this.

Other:

• Erolei is fluent in his cavern's own language of screeches and chirps,
  and has probably the nicest voice by their standards.
  
  
• His birth cavern is one of the dirtiest on-planet, and produces almost all of the mutants in the surrounding area. The jades here are filthy, and are usually all cannibalistic monsters looking vaguely similar to eachother, despite varying body types. They all feast on undesirable and sick grubs, living in large packs of 15-20 in the tunnel systems. This cavern basically has its own culture and everything, trolls on the surface labeling them as forest monsters and savages.
  Let's just say Erolei didn't get the warmest welcome upon first coming into a town.
  
  
• Ero's boss is a big beefy purple blood named Bittie. He's a pretty cool guy,
  but he isn't very social. He's always working on something, and is rarely ever seen relaxing.. Or seen in general.
  
  
• He works on Bits' farm, harvesting lusii and trolls alike to make into jerky and other "meat" based products that he sells at the market every weekend, along with 2 or 3 other farmhands. They tend to stay away from him.
  
  
• He probably could've been a country singer if he knew enough proper Alternian.
  

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.

Reiley Quatro

Full Name: Reiley Quatro
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 6'10"
Age: 8

Personality: Hater of liars and having an ear for critics, Rei abandoned the courts of Highbloods long ago after discovering they were all liars and posers who would say anything to stay on her good side. After a rather bloody rage induced slaughter, she decided to go incognito for a while and play for Lowbloods. It was here she was told the truth, that she was just plain fucking awful, and she loved it. She appreciates honesty and criticism, hating people who lie even if they are trying to spare another's feelings.

She treats Lowblood commonly better than Highbloods, originally because she wanted to get actual opinions out of them, but now it's because she has begun to better identify with them over the upper echelons of the hemospectrum. However, she has grown very trusting over time, causing her to be easily tricked or fooled on occasion. Finding out about this betrayal usually leads to anger of the highest order.

She loves romantic and love themed ballads, and continually tries to write her own despite being absolute garbage at any music that isn’t Rock. Her continued failure is a sore spot for her, but she will not accept anyone lying to her about her attempts. She also has a thing for troll boy bands, as rare and short lived as they are in the industry. This secret she hides with also frightening levels of obsession, and is the only thing she her self will lie about, being rather blunt and honest most any other time. This love lead her to her current manager, a low blood boy who was the only survivor of the great boy band massacre. He’s pretty bad at it but she still like him and forgives his failures.

Physical appearance: Spotting a wild and unkempt Mohawk, the tips dyed in the colors of the Hemospectrum. Her horns curve upwards after growing out at an angle, appearing like demon horns. She has piercing along its length. Her face is one of wild intensity, angles sharp and refined that bend and shift to always seem to but an edge to her smile.

Leather jackets, combat boots, she wears a punk rockers uniform, and wears it proudly. The only deviation being a Fuchsia scarf around her neck that she pulls over her mouth when she gets into a scrap, for no other reason because she feels cooler like that.

When she is rocking out, she’s usually in an oversized sweater, her hair is just left to go wherever, and she goes barefoot to complete the lazy look and feel.

Strengths: Physically powerful, Dangerous close quarters combatant, skilled battle bard, able to focus her rage most of the time
Weaknesses: Psionic equivalent to a dead fish, unbelievably short fuse, not very comfortable leading.
Fears/Insecurities: No one actually likes her music, and only tolerate it because of her blood. She wants to be liked and hated for who she is, not what she is.
Likes/Hobbies:Song writing, debilitatingly spicy food, leatherworking, love ballads, breaking vases, making vases
Dislikes:Liars, Posers, low fat Yogurt

Handle:  Youthfultesseract
Typing Quirk/Color: None to speak of
Blood color: Fuschia
Psionic Power: Barely anything. Some telekinesis to help her withstand damage a bit better.
Symbol: https://cdn.dribbble.com/users/3662/screenshots/605261/rocknroll.jpg
Lusus: Horror Terror Emmisary

God Tier Title: Heir of Rage
Land: Land of Submarines and Chaos
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus:  Axe Kind
Fetch Modus: Electrified String stick Hero

Other:

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.

Kieson

Full Name: Gastry ‘Slugger’ Kieson- Everybody calls him Kieson.
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Pretty short for his age (and almost freakishly short for his blood), but still relatively toned in musculature
Age: Seven and a half sweeps

Personality: Kieson lies somewhere between no nonsense and good natured, kind enough to most people while still keeping up a charming facade. He doesn’t like to talk about himself a lot to people he hasn’t opened up to. It’s not that he’s especially distrusting, because he’s pretty nice as a person and likes to think the best of everyone; it’s more that he has a bit of social anxiety and fears their judgement. He’s independent and hard working, but sometimes doesn’t know when to stop and relax. He’s a bit of a workaholic, really.
Kieson sees most conversations as an opportunity for embarrassment, making it hard for him to open up or interact properly. Because of this, he oftentimes comes across as a little reserved or uncomfortable. In spite of these shortcomings, he’s still usually seen as a pretty cool dude. He’s kind when it counts and knows how to put a smile on and act naturally.
He dislikes his social ineptitude, blaming himself too much for how much he cares until it boils over in a stress-induced bout of anger. Generally gentle and quiet, he can hurting people or breaking things if he lets it build up. He’ll usually work through things like stress and anxiety by calming himself down with some batting or talking it out with a friend. He either takes adversity in stride or simply crumples from the weight of it, beating himself up about it later either way.
He’s not quite a jock as one might put it, sports and activities only making up part of his interests. He likes the simpler things in life, content with a nice lawnring and a good book. He’s read most of the classics and has moved on to the works of people like Troll Tolkien or Troll Sir Terry Pratchett, preferring fiction and fantasy.

Physical appearance: Kieson isn’t as intimidating as you’d expect of an indigo blood, much shorter than average at about 5’4. He’s still got some body mass, but nothing like it could be. He doesn’t have any sort of workout regimen, anyhow, so what muscle he has is from his sports. His hair is usually short, sort of unkempt, as black as any other troll’s and usually covered up by an equally dark baseball cap with his symbol on it. He usually wears something similar to an old-timey baseball uniform, with grey socks up to his knees and loose pants cinched above them, a baggy tee with his symbol on it and indigo racing stripes all about. He usually gives off an air of ‘coolness,’ his body language almost always calm and relaxed. He doesn’t tend to tense up at all, just get [i]more still[i]. His horns are about five inches long and curve upwards from further up on his had

Picture:

Strengths: Pretty fucking STRONG, independant, fast on his feet
Weaknesses: Over thinks some of the simplest things, social anxiety, works best without others, doesn’t know how to handle complex interpersonal relationships
Fears/Insecurities: Failure, judgement
Likes/Hobbies: Kieson enjoys reading and listening to music in his spare time, sometimes prone to indulge in an action flick if they had good reviews. One would see that he is interested in troll baseball as well, although he’s less a fan than a player. He doesn’t waste time reading up on Troll Babe Ruth or drooling over batting averages like some people. He just wants to become a professional diamond trotter when he grows up, practicing batting by himself most of the time since trolls don’t really do social interaction very well. He’s never actually played a whole game of baseball, but that’s a secret. The whole ‘sports’ thing started as a sort of facade so he didn’t seem like a wuss, really.
He’s also sort of into things you might not expect him to be, like origami, feng shui and whittling. He tries to keep his more ‘sensitive’ interests as something of a secret.
Dislikes: He tends to blame himself for most of  the problems other people have, so he doesn’t make many judgements about people. Surprises, sudden loud noises or a lack of privacy can all make him uncomfortable. He knows he’s morally averse to hemotyping because of how cruel it is, but isn’t very vocal about his opinions. He really hates the thought that other people are judging him. He’s also a lot more opposed to violence than one might guess from his strength and choice of weapon.

Handle: gastropedalSlugger
Typing Quirk/Color: he tends to slip a lot of snail/tortoise puns and sometimes randomly add in ‘snail’ or ‘tortoise’ in strange places. his emoticons are all along the lines of ,@,’/’ to represent his lusus. ,@,*/* ,@,^^ ,@,% .@:’ it’s pretty hard to interpret them. he claims he would use a snail or tortoise noise instead of just saying ‘snail’ and ‘tortoise’ randomly, but snails and tortoises don’t make noises.
Blood color: Indigo
Psionic Power: None
Symbol: An X with a circle cut out of it- like an aerial shot of a turtle or two baseball bats crossed with a comically large ball over them.
Lusus: Snailpops (Pulmonatortoise) - A massive, slimy tortoise with a head and flesh more similar to a snail. Its shell is about ten feet in diameter. It has a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, but relies on its charge to feed it due to its almost grody lack of mobility. They share a more or less symbiotic relationship, Kieson beating stray lusus to death every so often to feed its slow metabolism while the tortoise provides him with virtually useless protection and company. He still loves him though, he’d suppose.

God Tier Title: Page of Heart
Land: Land of Greens and Sun
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batkind - He took the time one day to captchalogue a massive pile of wooden baseball bats. This is for good reason, since anything that puts up too much resistance to a strike from his bat will end up breaking the bat. The specibus often switches to ½ Batkind after such an event, but he’s figured out how to fix that by requesting a custom made ‘retractable bat’ online. After his specibus is crippled by a broken weapon, he equips the retracted bat and then extends it, changing the specibus back to a simple Batkind.
Fetch Modus: Snail’s Pace Modus - When an item is captchalogued, it can’t be ejected or used for a period of time dependant on the mass of the item. While there aren’t any size restrictions, bigger or heavier items will take a long time. A little Pulmonatortoise makes its way across a loading line as you wait impatiently. Until the loading bar is fully up, the item stays outside the deck and a ghost version of the item is captchalogued. When the timer fills up after that, the item will be captchalogued no matter where the user is in relation to it.
More than one item can be set for captchaloguing at the same time, but the timers only go up one at a time from the first item queued. For example, if you tried to captchalogue a baseball bat, then a baseball cap, and then first base, you would have to wait for the bat before it even starts on the cap, then after the cap it would start on the base. Items can still be ejected while another item is queued for being captchalogued, and an item queued to be catalogued can be canceled at any time.

Other: yeah i know not all indigo bloods are strong, but I figured since ruffiannihilators presumably recruit STRONG people i'd go with it

Okrahm Seedot

Full Name: Okrahm Seedot
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5"6'.
Age: 6 (and a half!!) sweeps.

Personality:
Okrahm is dependable, yet aloof. Oftentimes distracted but the task at hand never forgotten. Whilst confident, sometimes doubtful. He's always kind of half and half with any given situation- looking at the bright and darker side of any circumstance. In fact, he's pretty half and half with most of the things he does. One day he may care immensely about something, but the following day he shows signs of apathy and disinterest.

His memory is known for being quite bad, especially if he's found a project for him to work on for a day and then subsequently give up for another project. However, he remembers the more important or less checked on details that any other troll may forget.

Being easy to talk to, Okrahm is easily approachable and friendly; and has been in a multitude of pale relationships with various trolls- until either they no longer required each other anymore or Okrahm had merely forgotten their existence one day. (you can bet your ass it's a 50/50)

He spends a lot of his time either at his husktop or his makeshift workshop. Thusly Okrahm is very knowledgeable with machines and is keen to reverse engineer them if possible. Most of the time he's up to date with the 'Hot new Tech' that Alternia has to offer- and is more than happy to engage in a conversation about it.

Physical appearance:

Appearance:

Strengths:
He's innovative when it comes to machinery, he's a pretty good programmer, Okrahm understands other's wants and needs, resistance to being spooked.
Weaknesses:
His disregard for subjects and general forgetfulness can put him off as insensitive, Okrahm can easily come off as overconfident and terrible simultaneously causing unpopularity, wears socks and sandals at the beach, does not do well with pain.
Fears/Insecurities:
Being ridiculed or called out (to which he'll respond angrily), Meeting a problem that can't be solved via trial and error, irrational fear of fuchsia and violet blooded trolls. (shit's supposed to stay on land, man)
Likes/Hobbies:
Despite never really finishing many projects he is extremely happy whenever one is finished and actually good. One of his hobbies is the art of robot-making; they're all over his hive already, with questionable uses.
Dislikes:
Mean-spiritedness (highblood aggression specifically) gets on his nerves and really grinds away at his patience. He prefers the warmth to the cold, and would really not like being too cold.
Handle: apatheticPipedreamer
Typing Quirk/Color: Two letter2 change, really 2uck2 when 1 have to type code though.
Blood color: Jade
Psionic Power: Magnet hands. (Using one or two hands, depending on style points, he's able to pull or push metallic objects closer/away from him. Using both, he's able to stabilize an object in mid-air.
Symbol: (See appearance)
Lusus: HAWKDAD, FUCK1NG 2TOP P1CK1NG ON THE ROBOT2

God Tier Title: Knight of Hope
Land: Land of Feathers and Code
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: keyboardKind, coinKind
Fetch Modus: Computerized
(Everything is in it's place in separate files... If only you remembered to name them)

Other: The scar on his eye is due to an accident involving robots. When he was relatively young, a robot he had been working on exploded- leaving a scar over his eye. He likes to tell people that he lost it in a fight though, which he won by the way.

Kimoke Zemwal

Full Name: Kimoke Zemwal
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 6'8 / 260 lbs
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality:

A gentle giant in the middle of the fast highway that is Alternia. Although he may have a soft exterior (regardless of his scary body-build) he is by no means the best. His kindness hides some cowardly undertones of a liar and tall tale maker. It's not like he wants to lie completely, but that's the story of any compulsive liar. All of this is his attempts to be free from his ties and do what he wants.

He does care for his friends completely and has no intention on betraying them, but he can't commit to anyone. Hence why he starts relationships with people only to just leave them in the dust. This is because...well..if he didn't he'd get culled for not bringing forth genetic material. All of this makes him look like a lady-killer/black-widow to most for his callous way of finding quadrants.

Physical appearance:

Strengths: A people person as in he can easily engage conversation, A welcoming presence, STRONK, Open to try new things.

Weaknesses: Compulsive Liar, Can't commit to anything, Passive aggressive when caugh in a lie, Lowkey Cold (mean/callous etc).

Fears/Insecurities: The sight of fire (Even he isn't sure exactly why), Running his friends away, Disappointing his Lusus.
Likes/Hobbies: Flarping, Traveling, 'Learning new Skills', Bad Movies (he respects the effort into making a movie!)
Dislikes: Promises, crowds, the OCEAN (stops him from moving on because he can't swim.).

Handle: galliardAffranchise
Typing Quirk/Color: Southern drawl '--/\ freeLy spe@KS wHEre rand0m letters can Be c@pitals. #a15000
Blood color: Bronze
Psionic Power: Highblood Physiology (not a Psionic, but it's more of a mutation. He has the body-build of someone in a higher caste. -And also really big fuckin ears.)
Symbol: Ursa Minor
Lusus: BEAR. DAD.

God Tier Title: Knight of Breath/Bard of Blood
Land: Land of Concrete and Valves
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: scythekind (not knightly, but trying really hard not to use bladekind.)
Fetch Modus: uh

Other: uhhhhhhhhhhh

Atalis Atisen

i hope i have expressed my ideas clearly enough you can understand what i'm trying to do.

Full Name: Atilas Atisen
Gender:Male
Physique (Height/Weight):5"8'
Age:8 sweeps

Personality:
Atalis is a servant, living in the Royall Overground Base, where all the ships come in and take off on different missions, to take over other planets, and what not. While he gets to watch all the troops and has talked with the General, a few times, he has never gotten to hold a gun, nor get off Alternaria, or any of the cool perks that usually comes with working with the army.

Instead, he is just a servant, a custodian, and a technician. while everyone else is going about, rushing in and out from doing one thing or another, he slips in and out of everything quietly keeping the place clean, and running smoothly. He keeps vending machines stocked, keeps the place clean enough for safety inspections, makes sure that people know where to go to get to places on time, and other rather important jobs. He does do this on a team, but most people will stay a quarter of a sweep at most, as they then try to move on to more glorious lines of work. Atalis, on the other hand, has now been working there a sweep and a half.

You see, while most other trolls want to be acknowledged for good works, and accomplishments, or seeking the approval of others, Atalis is content just knowing that because he was there, the place ran smoother. He will not yell back at another troll who starts complaining that he is doing an awful job at something, instead, he just takes it in, rolls up his sleeves, and makes sure to get it done better.

While he is fine just letting the weight of the skies rest on his shoulders, it’s not like he is crazy, and loves working, he gets stressed like anyone else, but he “knows” that it would not be courteous to say anything, as everyone else must be just as stressed as he is. He just bottles it all up and keeps working, doing the best he can. occasionally the pressure will burst, and he ends up yelling out others of the team, especially when he sees them not pulling their own weight. this is more rare than common, so as long as you are not the straw that breaks the camel’s back, you should be fine.

On the rare occasion that he finds himself with an ounce of free time, he will often be found catching up on sleep, or meals. if the even rarer occasion comes, and he doesn’t need anything for himself, you can often find him staring up at the stars, naming constellations, and imagining all the glorious battles that are going on up there. He will also spend time chatting with friends online.

Physical appearance:
He is tall and skinny to the point of malnourishment, he doesn’t have much to go on in the ways of looks. he rarely does his hair, as he doesn’t have the time, and so it’s kind of scraggly mangy, long hair. His horns are fairly wide, and at the top split off into five, almost looking like hands holding something up.



Strengths: he is organized in his time, he can get quite a bit done in a short amount of time,
Weaknesses: he never knows how much is too much, and he is not always the best at taking care of himself.  
Fears/Insecurities: he irrationally fears letting people down, and he fears forcing his troubles on others, as if they wanted to be bothered by it, they would ask.
Likes/Hobbies:
he finds joy when someone thanks him for something he has done, especially since he doesn’t get a lot of thanks. His main hobby is star gazing.


Dislikes: he dislikes forcing others to do things, he can ask them, but won't push much past  a solid maybe. He also actually dislikes having to do everything by himself, although he will never show it, as he hates bothering others about it even more.

Handle: ablatedAdespota
Typing Quirk/Color: speaks concise\_y, yet \_aid back.
Blood color: Olive
Psionic Power:none
Symbol:

Lusus: a Giant Tortuous

God Tier Title:bard of space
Land:land of Frogs and rain.
Derse or Prospit:prospit
Strife Specibus:crowbarKind
Fetch Modus:Wallet, as it’s the only way to be even the least bit organized

Astero Erebus (Edited Psionic power)

Full Name: Astero Erebus

Gender:Female

Physique (Height/Weight): 5”1, 129 lb

Age: 7 solar sweeps

Personality:  Astero’s nature is somewhat akin to that of an asteroid, lazily floating around in orbit and refusing to leave their usual route unless forced to. She tends to only focus on what she considers important, that being having scheduled one-sided conversations with the stars, spontaneously dissociating, studying astronomy, and having more one-sided conversations but with her lusus instead (though her floaty lusus will occasionally respond with a few clicks or growls). It will take a quite a bit of pestering to convince her to deviate from her schedule, acting like a stubborn space rock in orbit, and do something else. The one who would most likely succeed at this would be her moirail, anyone else will experience more trouble attempting to persuade her to join in any activities. Her increased interest in space was mostly thanks to discovering the journals of her ancestor, who was both an astronomer and a skilled oracle, while exploring the ruins of an ancient tower. She does attempt to predict the future using the stars, but she struggles greatly to understand them and rarely makes any accurate predictions, the logs of her ancestor not giving her much help.

When it comes to talking about subjects she knows little about or that she doesn’t care about, the young troll won’t have much to say other than maybe throwing in a few opinions or observations here and there, almost certainly spacing out not a second after when she’s unable to think of anything else to say. Astero spaces out frequently, having trouble keeping focus on most things except for certain subjects. Important meeting? She’ll be staring blankly in a random direction, drowning in thoughts of questioning the credibility of reality, pondering aspects of astronomy that she has yet to study, and flashing back to past conversations with the stars and wondering what the next conversation will focus on, within 10 seconds of said meeting beginning. Concerning topics she does enjoy talking about, specifically astronomy, art, and aliens, she will speak much more frequently and will probably become the one to carry the conversation. Her other interests stem from her deep interest in space, having practiced drawing and painting in order to illustrate her research, anomalies spotted, and to paint brilliant stars on the walls of her hive using her own skill. However, she still hasn’t quite mastered art. Her research illustrations of planets and stars look somewhat like senseless scribbles by a very young troll still learning to use their newfound limbs. Nevertheless, she appreciates art, many times referencing to the starry night skies as works of art (and the area where her eyes usually drift up to when she spaces out). Being an avid space fanatic, Astero has taken it upon herself to study aliens as well, aspiring to befriend one. Unfortunately, this probably won’t happen, seeing that aliens were always culled. Knowing that she would encounter aliens when she reaches adulthood and joins the military might’ve excited Astero, but knowing she would only meet dead or soon-to-be-dead aliens makes her look towards adulthood with more dread than excitement. At the very least, she would be exploring the cosmos on a badass space ship.

Due to spacing out often, Astero is a very forgetful troll. The only thing she remembers well is her own basic personal info (Name, blood color, etc), research, and her schedule (but she does sometimes forget parts of it, though she has down a written schedule just in case). She’s likely to forget any special events if she doesn’t write them down on paper (she carries around a little book and pen on her person at all times because of this), or call someone she has known for only a few weeks by the wrong name. Despite this, the young troll is surprisingly observant, scrutinizing her surroundings or not very noticeable things. While spacing out, the majority of the time she’ll turn to examine her surroundings, the sky, and anything that would usually be brushed off as unimportant to other people. However, this makes it difficult for others keep her attention, much to the annoyance of those who talk to her.

Astero is able to stay relatively calm throughout most situations, rarely panicking and will either attempt to solve the problem or ignore it completely, setting it aside to focus on something else (usually it’s the latter). Because of Astero's lack of social skills, she’s not exactly the best comforter. But if someone like her moirail needs comforting, she’ll do her best, though she will pause repeatedly trying to think of the best words to say. In deeper relationships like matespiritship, Astero tries her absolute hardest to show her love for them, even letting them borrow her precious astronomy books or even make art for them. She feels more comfortable to be herself around them, leading her speak more frequently. Astero’s attitude around others is relatively neutral, offering a few smiles if she feels up to it or absent-mindedly nodding along to whatever conversation she’s been dragged into.
 
Physical appearance: A curly mess of short, black, and curly hair resides on Astero’s head, reaching down to just a few inches above her shoulders. A two bangs next to each other hang in the middle of Astero’s face. Her horns are flat with round corners, having a length of 6.5 inches and a width of 2.5 inches. One curly 3 inch long horn is at the base of each larger horn, protruding towards the outward side of the larger horn.

Astero’s jawline is more round than it is sharp, giving her a childish appearance. Her scleras are yellow, like any other troll. However, formerly dark grey irises have turned gold, sharing the same color of her blood, a permanent sign of approaching adulthood. However, the colored irises isn’t very noticeable, due to the color being similar to that of the scleras.

Since she paints/draws often, her hands are covered in a few specks of paint and other art materials. A few minor scars litter her arms, left by her lusus’ mandibles when she was a young troll ,who had just completed her trials, attempting to find a way to feed the colossal creature while keeping herself in one piece.

Because she exercises only occasionally (if pacing around the room, climbing stairs, and writing harshly counts) she isn’t very muscular. She’s a bit more on the chubbier side.

For casual wear, Astero will usually wear a white shirt with her symbol on it along with an open black jacket, the jacket bearing a single yellow stripe on each outer side of the sleeves and torso. Her pine-green pants are loose and comfy, decorated by numerous little knitted yellow stars that Astero added herself. As for shoe wear she'll wear simple black sneakers.

Strengths:

• Very observant.
  
• Able to remain calm and composed throughout most situations.
  Barely affected by insults.
  
• Has a wide span of knowledge on astronomy and some extensive knowledge of physics.
  
• Somewhat experienced with maces.
  
• Thinks before she acts (mostly).
  
• Skilled at improvisation.
  

Weaknesses:

• Very forgetful, has to write reminders down on paper.
  
• Has trouble focusing.
  
• Spaces out often/easily distracted.
  
• Not the best comforter.
  
• Stubborn about keeping to her schedule.
  
• Disorganized with almost everything other than her schedule.
  
• May get randomly moody and refuse to take orders from others, taking things into her own hands and possibly endangering herself and others.
  
• Mediocre reflexes.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Being trapped in small spaces.
  
• Being unable to see surroundings/going blind.
  
• Paranoid that reality will suddenly be revealed to be fake or suddenly come to an end.
  
• Extremely protective of her research, she fears that she may suddenly lose all of it.
  
• A mild fear of having no one to share her love of space and her predictions with.
  
• Hostile and dangerous creatures/people who are exceptional at stealth and rely on ambush tactics.
  
• Fears that she’ll never become as skilled as an oracle as her ancestor once was.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Everything related to space.
  
• Fluffy objects.
  
• Frequent one-sided conversations with the stars.
  
• Researching astronomy.
  
• Painting/drawing.
  
• Stargazing on her large lusus as it calmly flies around.
  
• Science fiction movies/tv shows.
  
• Dabbles in crocheting and knitting occasionally.
  
• Spacing out at the time most inconvenient to everyone else.
  

Dislikes:

• Being bossed around (though is able to tolerate it for a limited amount of time).
  
• Having her schedule interrupted without warning.
  
• Having the few paintings she considers good insulted.
  
• Others carelessly handling her research journals and astronomy/physics/etc books.
  
• Loud noises.
  
• Small and restrictive spaces.
  
• Large crowds.
  

Handle: nebulasEye [NG]

Typing Quirk/Color: A s t e r O  l i k e s  t O  g i v e  h e r  l e t t e r s  s O m e  s p a c e  a n d h e r  O s  s O m e  s i z e .

Blood color: Gold

Psionic Power:

• BLANK OUT: Allows the user to cause their target to "space out" for 3.5 seconds, causing the target to very briefly forget their next action and their situation, leading the target to be confused. In order for this psionic power to activate, the user must maintain direct eye contact with the target for at least one second. The power's effectiveness (the amount of time that the target blanks out) decreases if it's used multiple times in a short span of time. Abuse of the power leads to two side effects (which usually occur within 30 minutes of overuse): mild double vision and decreased focus. BLANK OUT has no effect on denizens.
  
  The user can use BLANK OUT on themself in order to cancel out mind controlling powers ranging from weak to moderate.
  
  
• Moderate telekinesis.
  

Symbol:


Lusus: A mostly docile, white tomopteris of an impressive length (278.5ft long) with slender and gentle tendrils that vary in length, the longest tendrils being 150ft long. Boasts two intimidating mandibles. Usually found gracefully soaring through the sky, circling Astero’s tall hive or resting on it. It lets out a glass shattering screech in order to alert Astero of danger, when it's hungry, or to scare off intruders. Known as Tendrilmom

Due to its lack of speed and combat capabilities, it's not that dangerous to others. But its ear-piercing screech is enough to send most enemies/intruders on their way.

God Tier Title: Mage of Light

Land: Land of Fog and Feathers

Derse or Prospit: Derse

Strife Specibus: Macekind, Artkind

Fetch Modus: Orbit Modus: Items in the inventory will appear in a clustered (depending on the number of items) ring formation around the player when the Sylladex is open. The items will circle in a fixed orbit around the user at an adjustable speed, the speed ranging from 2 mph to 68 mph.

Other:

• Has gone FLARPing before, which is how she retrieved her dual chain maces and her grappling hook, but rarely goes out FLARPing. She prefers to spend the majority of her time researching and doing other activities.
  
• Uses maces only because they look similar to asteroids.
  
• Despite having a schedule, she's disorganized with almost everything else. She has a tall book shelf but is sometimes too lazy to put books back, therefore a 3ft tall stack of books has piled up on her desk.
  
• Owns 25 sweaters and jackets each and has only 5 shirts suitable for warm weather.
  
• Has emergency earplugs on her person just in case her lusus screeches without warning.
  
• Alternates between jobs because she keeps getting fired for spacing out too often.
  

Popiko Pantak

Full Name: Popiko Pantak
Gender: The norm...
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'8
Age: 7 solar sweeps

Personality: Despite suffering absolutely terrible circumstances, Popiko somehow remains relatively active in a social environment. However, when in the privacy of his own home he tends to sulk in his own sadness, not to be confused with depression however. Popiko is an optimist even when sad and will desperately try to find things to cheer him up. He enjoys making friends and helping others yet despises sports as he lost both his horns in a cueball incident...

Popiko will try to help people reguardless of their social class or faction they are affiliated with and will even try to help people when they are physically hurting him, although he will try to ask them to stop. Being a pacifist Popiko is usually ridiculed as a troll and tends to get beaten by superior bloods. If this were to happen he'd simply look up and ask if they would like to hit him again. (Internally, Popiko thinks a change needs to occur... Popiko is a secret member of the rebellion and tries his best to boost moral by tending to wounds and making jokes.)

Popiko isn't like your average optimist as instead of acting like he's having a great day he'll be dry, sarcastic, and kinda pushy. He believes doing this cheers people up as average optimism almost seems too fake. If he accidentally insults someone like this he'll apologize and try to avoid acting this way when around them.

Inner Rage:

Physical appearance: Popiko has shaggy black hair, two stumps of the now broken horns he once had, squinted eyes and long pupils. He has an overbite showing his two canines and his two front teeth... the canines curve away from each other out to the sides of his cheeks. Popiko wears a grey windbreaker jacket, black shirt with his symbol under it, the troll variant of sketchers and grey jeans. Popiko's hair is parted to the left of his head and seems to curve outward.

Strengths: Unending optimism/Inner rage, witty comebacks and musically gifted.
Weaknesses: The mentioning of his missing horns, getting pushed around in romantic relations, almost TOO nice.
Fears/Insecurities: Afraid that his inner rage for the world will break out, and that he'll end up destroying everyone he loves.
Likes/Hobbies: Helping the weak, the past, new wave music.
Dislikes: Those who took his horns from him.

Handle: arithmaticHoliday
Typing Quirk/Color:Always writes a ?! at the end if his sentances, uses no other punctuation except ?! AH: Who are you people?!
How did you all find me?!
Blood color: Rust
Psionic Power: Capable of minor psychic powers (can lift small items and push lightweight objects) and the ability to speak to the dead.
Symbol: The Greek Letter, Phi
Lusus: A large, annoying, loud crow.

God Tier Title: Page of Rage
Land: Land of Oil and Flint
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Shieldkind
Fetch Modus: probably not gonna use this...

Other: Is trying to befriend his nemesis.

Ekliat Bodrig

Full Name: Ekliat Bodrig
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5'10" and 125 pounds
Birthdate: Translating to Earth, 23/11/98
Age: 7 Alternian Sweeps
Physical appearance:

Appearance:

Personality: Whilst insists she is an asshole, she can be quite kind and caring. Despite the fact that she has good patience, once snapped, can trigger some sort of blood lust; common with higher bloods. Due to living a lonely life, she is not too good at conversation and being charismatic.  Ekliat often broods a lot in her spare time. A positive/negative about his personality, is that she always tries to look her best- except for her hair, which is a lost cause. Upside being, that she isn't a stinking slob who will sit around and do nothing. Downside being, that he cannot stand wearing something filthy or not suited to her class. She is indifferent to her blood colour, but doesn't take most gutter bloods into consideration.

Handle: homologousTophat [HT]
Typing Quirk: H's turn into |-|, otherwise perfect grammar.
Blood color: Violet
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus: A Giant Turtle, slightly reminiscent of a bowler hat.

Strengths: Has great aim, quite strong and thoughtful about most situations. Will work towards a common goal. Looks dapper.
Weaknesses: Doesn't know how to comfort people correctly, too blunt.
Fears/Insecurities: Massive crowds, insects
Likes: Fine clothing, water, being alone/with few people
Dislikes: Torn/'peasant' clothing, hot deserts, close-combat
Driving force: The promise of, one day, being able to live somewhat of a normal life.
Hobbies: Hunting, day dreaming, blowing stuff up

God Tier Title: Witch of Void
Land: Land of Gems and Fabrics
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Cannonkind, Hatkind
Psionic Power: N/A
Fetch Modus: Cup - The item she wants is put in one of three cups. They're scrambled, and she has to guess which one the item is under. It's highly frustrating.

Other: Ekliat's anscestor, which she believes she has his tophat, is male. So, she dresses similarly to that of a male in order to 'feel closer' to her ancestor- despite troll culture generally not caring about this kind of thing. She does, though, because screw (some of) the rules.

Cirice Seniah

Full Name: Cirice "Ciri, Siri" Seniah
Gender: Female.
Physique (Height/Weight): 4'6, 92lbs.
Age: 7 sweeps.

Personality:
Cirice is a quiet, soft-spoken imperial secretary with the tendency to obey every little order given to her. She's positively the most pathetic troll, making her perfect for her actual job and part-time job as a doormat for literally everyone. Even gutter-bloods like her seem to shove her around whenever they have the chance, treating her as the lowest of the low. Not exactly having much experience being anything other than that, she believes herself to be dirt under everybody's heel.

Despite this, she actually has one of the most important jobs, directly under the Empress' command as her personal secretary and adviser. She is the one that keeps the Empress sane and tells her what she needs to improve on, and is one of the only trolls in the Empire allowed to be completely straightforward with her. Does this mean that never sugarcoats anything? Hell the fuck no. That's all she does. Cirice has little to no backbone, and refuses to stand up and assert herself even when it's completely necessary.

Physical appearance:
She is a small, relatively plump troll with long black hair often tied into a messy bun at the top/back of her head. Her horns are little nubs that curl ever so slightly back out of her forehead and kinda look like devil horns, but are hardly noticeable under her gigantic mess of hair. Her wardrobe mainly consists of black, red, or fuchsia business clothes such as dresses or mini custom-tailored suits, but her staple piece is her pair of large round red glasses.

Strengths:

• Loyal to the Empire and those she considers friends.
  
• Gets a job done quickly and very well.
  
• Helpful, good listener.
  
• Always tries to do her best.
  
• Obedient as hell.
  

Weaknesses:

• Small and stubby.
  
• Little to no combat experience.
  
• Scared easily.
  
• Petrified of fuchsia-blooded trolls.
  
• Refuses to stand up for herself.
  
• Obeys every little rule.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Space.
  
• Large lusii.
  
• Being fired.
  
• Being abandoned by those she's close to.
  
• Failure.
  
• Oh my god, a LOT.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Reading.
  
• Making lists/spreadsheets/diagrams.
  
• Knitting.
  
• Big cozy sweaters.
  
• The cold season.
  
• Organization/organizing things.
  
• Blogging.
  
• Talking to her pals.
  
• Physical contact.
  

Dislikes:

• A lot of the people she works with.
  
• Loud, obnoxious trolls.
  
• Crowds.
  
• Trolls trying to pick her up. Literally.
  
• Being treated like the Empress' exotic pet.
  
• Having to deal with rebellions.
  
• Physical activities.
  

Handle: burgundyBlowzed [BB] Despite being a candy-red blooded troll, she insists that she's a burgundy.
Typing Quirk/Color: #800000. all lowercase. not much emotion shown. keeps things short and to the point.
Blood color: Candy red. The only reason she's alive is due to the fact that she works under the Empress' direct command.
Psionic Power: Very, very weak telekinesis. The most she can pick up is a small stack of books.
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus: Kangaroomom, a large kangaroo that likes to carry Cirice around in her pouch.

God Tier Title: Maid of Doom
Land: Land of Charts and Spires
Derse or Prospit: Derse.
Strife Specibus: scissorKind, a pair of common scissors.
Fetch Modus: Never going to use this.

Other:

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]