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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 However, since the trolls have been long-since dead, a lot of the information they've taught her is beyond outdated, and the language she speaks in is considered a dead language by Alternian standards.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.
  

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.

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.
  

Tetrac Garasu

Full Name: Tetrac Garasu
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'3" / 110 lbs
Age: 6 Sweeps

Personality:  Featuring: The luckiest idiot in all of paradox space! Most things will just go his way whether he actively tries to make them or just lets everything fall into place from the sidelines. It's a true blessing that he has this, yet he lacks the real backbone to abuse it. This being because he understands the dangers of free-thinking and as such, avoids learning more than what he should! A true believer of the caste system with zero thoughts of rebelling!

Although he tries his best to be the star-gutterblood everyone expects him to be, keeping these pent up aggression is definitely not healthy. In times, he'll act fairly passive-aggressive and snarky, but deny all claims of him acting like it. The fear of overachieving also keeps him in an eternal rookie-like state. In essentially everything he does, he tries to act clueless about it. Even If that certain something happens to be his hobby.

Physical appearance:
-Surprisingly muscular, which should be expected by an Alternian-Residen.



Strengths: Good Listener, Dependable, Optimistic (As much as one could be)
Weaknesses: Blind Follower, Bad at keeping secrets, Too restrictive on himself [As in he censors his opinion a lot]
Fears/Insecurities: The fear that all his attempts to stay in line and be a true believer will go to waste. -That and...pretty much anything that flies. He really dislikes things being over him, not that he'd be audible about it anyways.
Likes/Hobbies: Chess, Mechanic Work!, Watching people box [He'd never do it himself.], Occasional Online Gambling [he surprisingly wins a lot considering it's rigged to have most of his money get sucked away]
Dislikes: Hate Propaganda, Secrets, Loneliness

Handle: committedTechnician
Typing Quirk/Color:  
[*]always takes the time to be easy on the eyes, so he makes sure to censor curse words like f**king s*it like this.  / #7f0000
Blood color: Rust
Psionic Power: N/A.
Symbol:
Lusus: Rat-Crow. Th'Pops.

God Tier Title: Heir of Light / Bard of Void
Land: Land of Crystal and Industry
[Underground 'Stock Exchange'. Abusing the copious amounts of materials in the land and the consorts are constantly taking more away. The Denizen responds to this by consuming the entire planet with a thick toxic smoke that covers the skies. -As is the price for turning the land into a industrial hell-hole covered in mines.]
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: tireironkind

Spoiler:

Fetch Modus: Pocket

[When something is put away, one must feel around for their item. Time consuming]

Other: uh.
alternate sprites

Spoiler:

Ross Smith

Full Name: Ross Smith              

Gender: Male

Height & Weight: 4’11” and 92 lbs

Birthdate: September 9th

Age: 15


Physical appearance: Standing tall at an inch below five feet, with the build of a stick figure, and with a face that's gotten you mistaken for a girl more than once, you are not the most intimidating fella to walk the earth. In fact, you’ve had far more fucking people refer to you as “adorable” rather than scary, much to your chagrin.
  But what you lack in height, you make up with attitude. You will carry yourself like you are ten feet tall, goddamnit. You might trip over shit and fall flat on your ass, but you are bound and determined to pick yourself up again and strut your shit.
  Clothing wise, you keep it simple. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and the orange letterman jacket your grandma brought back from a trip.




Personality: You’d say you probably don’t have the most appealing personality in the world. Awe hell, you’re just going to come out to say it, you’re a prick. You’re moody, paranoid, impatient, you cuss at everyone and everything, and you’ve seemed to have more enemies than friends. You’re not sure why you’re this way, but it you’re just stuck like this.
  Honestly, it’s not like you think it’s fun. You do try to get along with the few friends you have, but the majority of the time, you drive new people away.
  Maybe it has more to do with you just hating unfamiliar people. Folks that you don’t know can be scary. You never know if a person is really being genuine and nice when they smile at you, or if they’re just waiting to dump a bucket of ranch on you while your back is turned and lock you in the janitor's closet.
  No, you’ve just seen the bad side of people enough to know that sometimes, it’s less of a pain to keep them at arm’s length just enjoy your solitude.
  There’s also the other issue. You’re just paranoid and closed off in general, but not for any reason you feel like you can talk about. Well, you could, but there’s no sane person on earth who would believe you.
  You have weird, weird dreams. Dreams that actually do come true, but also don't. You’ll dream about an event you haven't seen, like Lily Mason slipping on a puddle of congealed pudding at lunch and face-planting onto the floor next to your seat. And low-and-fucking-behold, it happens that very same day, and you’re left staring at a puddle of spit, blood, and dirty crappy pudding as the teachers rush her to the nurse’s office. Or you'll dream of something that has already happened and see it in full view. Like the time you watched the principal pull money out of the school account to pay for the mortgage on his new house. Then hear about him getting arrested a week later.
  You honestly just been trying to chalk these up to coincidental hallucinations or those “deja vu brain glitches”. You see a lot of things you don't care to see, and you really would like to think that they aren't actually true. But they’ve only gotten worse and more accurate as you’ve gotten older.
  You’ve started having nightmares. Bad, bad nightmares. You dream about the human race going extinct, the earth being destroyed, and people being slaughtered like cattle in front of you.
  You’ve turned in an insomniac in the past few months. The nightmares being the main cause, but not just because of them. Grandma told you that you’ve started doing more than just sleeping. She’s said that you’ve started sleepwalking around the house. You’ll stare blankly at the walls, dead-eyed like a fish and spouting out random gibberish non-stop. She’s said that it’s almost impossible to keep track of what you say, but she’s caught something about “ a storm in a golden city” and how “everything will have start again, we’re all doomed”. It was incredibly disturbing, both for her to see and you to hear.
  So now you’ve taken to sleeping as little as possible. It’s in no way healthy, and you know that, but it’s the only thing you can think to do that will help.
  Overall, you are paranoid and defensive. For reasons you don’t think you open up about.  

Handle: tartarologyCritic

Typing Style: You type in perfect grammar because you like for people to have a fucking clue of what you’re saying. Your style is actually pretty dull, no quirks or anything to speak of. Outside of the fact that you desperately try to hide the fact you have a southern accent. And sometimes it slips out. Ain’t easy to hide, ya know. Color Code #FF8700

Eye color: Orange

Symbol: Off/On symbol

Guardian: Weird Granny


Strengths:
  You are a very, very smart kid. You are the guy most people come to if they have a problem that needs sorting out or solving. Puzzle and thinking-based issues are your fucking bread and butter.
  You are an undyingly loyal motherfucker. If you have a buddy in need, you won’t think twice before helping them.
  You can come at most problems from an unbiased perspective if you need to.
  You have a handy little ability to set your emotions to the side to solve a bigger issue and just look at it rationally.
  Your foresight is on point. It’s easy as shit for you to be able to tell where things will end up.  
  You’re a straightforward, honest fella. Not really because you want to be, but more because of you're just terrible at lying.

Weaknesses:
  You have your own ideas about the nature of aggression. You’re used to being picked on, so you’re quick to attack before you can be attacked.
  You tend to be pretty hard on people, but being a perfectionist, you’re even more unforgiving on yourself. You tend to really grind down on mistakes, even to the point of punishing yourself.  
  You have a bad habit of overestimating your intellect. You study things you’re really better off not knowing or something that is flat out dangerous to study. You’d like to be the expert on whatever you’re into, so you will take all the risks to be the best at something. Even to the point disregarding common sense.
  You are not an “emotions” kinda guy. Not in the sense of being emotionless, but more along the lines of you just don’t know what the fuck to do with them. Whether dealing with your own or dealing with others. ]
  Your eyesight is pretty bad. Like, really bad. You have diagnosed astigmatism, so you have to wear special glasses to be able to see fucking anything.

Fears/Insecurities: You are always nervous about what you don’t know. Deep down, you’re afraid that one thing you don’t know about will be the thing to do you in, or worse. You’ll find about the horrible, inevitable thing that is heading your way and you won’t be able to do anything to stop it.
  Being smart is part of your identity at this point, and to be honest, you really, really don’t like meeting someone who’s smarter than you. Makes you feel obsolete and useless. Because let’s be real here, your smarts are the only thing that makes you helpful. You are the go-to guy for information and if you fail on that, you’ve lost your purpose. And that is fucking inexcusable.
  Also, ever since you were a kid, you've been deathly afriad of thunderstorms. You just go into straight up panic mode whenever you hear the sound of thunder.


Likes: Books, dogs, anime, deepweb lore, film noir, urban legends, and clockwork.

Dislikes: Superstition, country music, kawaii weeaboo shit, storms, loud noises, and birds.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, internet browsing, solving puzzels.

Driving Force: To learn EVERYTHING and use that knowledge for the greater good.


God Tier Title: Mage of Light

Land: Land of Lighthouses and LEDs

Derse or Prospit: Prospit

Strife Specibus: iPadkind + Broomkind/Staffkind

Fetch Modus: You have the Social Media Modus, it was a gift from your grandma to try to get you to "socialize more". It's an Array type, but every time you captchalogue/eject an item, the modus automatically posts this to your Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, Myspace, Friendster, Youtube, or any other account you could have. It's absolutely pointless, but you hate using it. What if you captchalogue something private? You don't need that shit out there.


Describe your character in three words: Here’s this motherfucker.

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A working yacht with WiFi and a laptop.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: You’d like to not be such a mistake.

Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Milk, applesauce, soda, ice cream… When the fuck is grandma going shopping, again?

Other: N/A

Octane Beatri

Full Name: Octane Beatri
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Somewhat tall, thin, slightly muscular.
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Octane is an underground troll DJ with a quiet, but extremely loyal fanbase. The limelight is his element and he loves the attention. He works night and day on his songs and puts his heart and soul into his music but his true passion is just being a celebrity. He genuinely does try to do the right thing in most scenarios but would never do anything to jeopardize his fame. He is a people pleaser with an overwhelming intent to entertain. Despite being a lowblood his celebrity status earns him a very posh life. He moves from hive to hive doing shows all over the planet so he never has a permanent place to stay, so he tries his best not to get attached to people or places.

Physical appearance: Octane is a tall troll with long, curvy horns and slicked back hair. He wears a headset in his blood color and sparkling pink and blue ladder shades. His 'casual' clothing is a pink and black hoodie with his symbol on it, pink sweatpants, and black sneakers with pink stripes. However he is known to wear many flashy outfits at his shows.

Strengths: Octane is a people person, with intense charisma and style. He is very well liked and can hold a conversation with ease. He is very fast.
Weaknesses: Octane cannot stand to be hated, (unless it's the romantic kind), so he will do whatever it takes to make someone like him. This is not a good thing.
Fears/Insecurities: He fears losing his fame and becoming washed up.
Likes/Hobbies: Octane enjoys writing music, designing outfits, and collecting lucky charms.
Dislikes: Octane hates being ignored and not being liked.

Handle: benignAudio
Typing Quirk/Color: Doubles the letter o and frequently inserts hashtags into sentences. Types in his blood color.
Blood color: Gold
Psionic Power: Octane has audiokinesis. He can project his voice to a volume loud enough to deafen anyone close to him, use echolocation, accelerate his movement with sound waves, and silence anything that produces sound.
Symbol:                Symbol for natural used in music.
Lusus: A large female insectile bat.

God Tier Title: Heir of Light
Land: Land of Beats and Glow
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: microphonekind
Fetch Modus: Hopscotch. The user has to rythmically dance to unlock cards stored in the inventory.

Other: Theme Song:

Alex Eastwick

Full Name: Katherine ‘Alex’ ‘Lord’ Eastwick
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’5 120 lbs
Age: 16

Personality: (INTJ) Alex is self-centered and a bit of an egoist; To her, she may as well be the only person to exist. Haughty and somewhat detached, she is still at least relatively pleasant to be around. She often ‘humors’ conversation and ends up sounding more interested or kind than she really is. She’s a pretty good actor and can come off as slightly melodramatic sometimes. The friends she keeps are mostly for personal gain or entertainment, and she seldom feels emotions in the spectrum of empathy or compassion. Sometimes she wonders if she’s broken, wonders why she has to try to feel things when other people don’t. Sometimes prone to depressive fits that are often triggered by her inability to emote, she still can retract even further into her shell.
Likely to be seen as more an intellectual, people tend correctly to assume her intellect from her quiet and reserved nature. She strives for expertise in everything she does, and often reaches that goal without much effort. She is talented in many areas, including music, creative writing, mathematics and dance.
She has the hubris of a king and a heart to rival the gods.

Physical appearance: She stands at an average height, her body generally just flat and boring all around. Her features are somewhere between tragic and striking, depending on how rude you want to be. Two apathetic eyes with dark circles underneath are disrupted in the center with the bridge of a moderately prominent aquiline nose. Her lips are a flat line of blandness, and even her slightly higher cheekbones just don’t take her into the spectrum of beauty. Not too much of a looker in any regard, she probably doesn’t care about it anymore. She seldom applies makeup, and when she does it’s a mistake because she isn’t good at it. Yes- physically, a tragedy.
Her hair is a dirty blonde and relatively full, curling a bit on some days and waving on most others. It reaches to about her neck where it ends in a few bland twists. She wears no jewelry and doesn’t like hats or hoods. She’ll generally end up in a bland pair of jeans and a sweater or long-sleeved tee sparse in designs.

Strengths: She is a skilled ballerina, and therefore has higher stamina and flexibility on par with an athlete for a more physical sport. She’s intelligent, too, and has a way of getting people to do things for her.
Weaknesses: Emotionally unstable and prone to indignant rages, she can be a liability to herself and her friends when her pride is put on the line. Adding to that, she has a chilling lack of empathy and a willful heart. Her instincts for self-preservation are dangerously low as well. While she’s book-smart, that doesn’t really lead to practical application, and she may be overwhelmed in an overly stressful combat situation.
Fears/Insecurities: Alex doesn’t fear many things at the point in the life she’s gotten to. As for insecurities, she worries about her emotional inabilities and sometimes, on bad days, her looks.
Likes and Hobbies: Alex enjoys reading classical literature, especially things like the Odyssey or Dante’s Inferno for their complex underlying themes and ancient origins. She’s also a skilled ballerina and has been performing and practicing since she was very young. She plays the harp and lyre, preferring the latter, but is capable in several other instruments. She’ll often sit down with a her childhood practice lyre and play herself to sleep when she’s depressed or feeling low.
Dislikes: Alex has very few dislikes. She can’t stand overly cheerful people or incessant noises, though. Generally apathetic and uncaring, she tries not to judge things too harshly just because it’s wasteful to expend emotion on frivolous things.

Handle: introspectiveTearjerk
Typing Style: Alex types with perfect syntax and grammar, and never uses emoticons.
Eye color: Malachite
Symbol: The head of a goat, the kind that would fit right in a pentagram
Guardian: She is protected by a First Guardian; an adult goat that flashes with the power of the green sun. She calls it Goat or The Goat.

God Tier Title: Lord of Light
Land: Land of Cities and Sun-Scourge
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Lighter/Pitchforkkind- She has a simple lighter/pitchfork combo called ‘Burn in Hell’ that she uses to defend herself if need be, or to just strife her guardian with.
Fetch Modus: Multiple Choice- It asks a multiple choice trivia question pertaining to the item to be stored or retrieved. If it is answered correctly, the item is stored or retrieved. Wrong answers result in the forceful expulsion of the most previously captchalogued item. This makes holding common things easy, but storing a book or something of a subject one does not understand risky.

Other: Alex is already awake on Derse prior to the start of the game. Due to this, she generally has an edge on the goings-on on Derse and Prospit and may even have orchestrated the assassination of her teammates if they irk her, although she wouldn’t know the implications of this.