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 However, since the trolls have been long-since dead, a lot of the information they've taught her is beyond outdated, and the language she speaks in is considered a dead language by Alternian standards.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

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

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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

Alex Thomas

Full Name: Alex Chappon (Likely to change in his story)
Gender: N/A. Use whatever pronouns and words you want. Idc.
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'2" 100 lb.
Age: 13

Personality: Alex's biggest quality of all is being naively optimistic and idealistic. They do however keep this on the down-low as much as possible. They like to believe that they are chosen to do some great deed to save humanity from something.

Alex is rather adventurous but also a coward. They seek adventure and are frustrated when they're unable to.

They have very low self-confidence. Another quality is being dangerously forgiving of others. In social conflict, Alex just tends to submit.

Physical appearance: Alex has an average but wimpy build. They have straight ear-length brown hair. Alex's favorite and most common fashion is to wear denim flare jean. Did I say denim jeans? Yes, I did. And what better to go with denim jeans than a denim jacket. It's never actually fastened though as that would be much too warm.

Of course, it wouldn't be too warm if Alex didn't always wear an orange turtle neck with their signature blue feather smack dab in the center. It looks a bit like this. They typically wear brand new Birkenstock sandals.

Strengths: Dumb luck, really solid understanding of story and plot, socially prevalent
Weaknesses: Naivety, cowardly, and submissive.
Fears/Insecurities: Superstitious things happening such as breaking mirrors and certain numbers (tetraphobia and triskaidekaphobia). Especially tetraphobia and triskaidekaphobia.
Likes and Hobbies: Stories and story devices, books, TV, movies/films. Especially the analysis of which. Sometimes music as well.
Dislikes: Bad luck, tragedies, and sad music.

Handle: naturallyBellwether
Typing Style: Standard capitalization and punctuation always. Will use slang quite a bit, but will never cuss or defame. Uses exclamations quite a bit.
Eye color: Blue.
Symbol: A feather.
Guardian: Pop. Their father.

God Tier Title: Bard of Doom
Land: Land of Cards and Rooms
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Swordkind
Fetch Modus: Fate deck - Will only allow you to take things out when it's destined to be used.

Other: Dead.