[center][h2]Klessa Svetos[/h2]
Prospit Dreamer
[color=005682]Cerulean Highblood[/color]| Ⱄ
Ⰻ Sylph of Doom | The Land of Abyss and Ignition Ⰻ

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Indoor and Winterized variations
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[b]Age:[/b] 8
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] Klessa is a very tall troll, standing almost at her adult height, and has an unhealthy thinness, coming from the constant famine that she faces living in the north. Her hair is allowed to grow out and thick, to help keep warmth. Her nose is slightly bent, having been broken during an arctic cholarbear hunt, in which another hunter hit her in the face with the back of his rifle. Her teeth are sharp, and a few of her teeth have been replaced by prosthetics crafted from the teeth of beasts she hunted. Her horns are long, straight and uniform. 

Her so called, Winterized Clothes, is a long fur coat, a fur lined Northern Style hat, boots with steel tacks in them to grip the ice, and a pair of light-blocking goggles to keep her eyes safe, especially in the face of sunlight being reflected off of the snow during the dim season, which could easily blind a troll in less than a second. 
[b]Symbol:[/b] [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f7/Glagolitic_slovo.svg]The Glagolitic Letter Slovo[/url]

[b]Lusus:[/b] Three Headed Polar Bear, referred to as "The Starry Bear" by Klessas herself

[b]Sylladex:[/b] Reformation Sylladex

[b]Strife specibus:[/b] Sabrekind and Bottlekind

[b][u]HuskTop[/u][/b]

[b]Handle:[/b] septentrionalBoyar
[b]Quirk:[/b] replaces certain letters with cyrillic chracters, and occassionally uses words derived from North Alternian (Russian)
[b]SB:[/b] I тhink iт is a malenky вiт яude тo goveяeeт шiтh me like тhaт

[u][b]SBURB[/b][/u]

[b]God-tier:[/b] Sylph Of Doom
[b]Moon:[/b] Prospit
[b]Land:[/b] Land of [b]Abyss[/b] and [b]Ignition[/b]
A planet that is little more than a ball of water floating in space, with rare, very small islands. Beneath the sea that dominates planet, lies a small rocky surface with a plethora of dormant volcanos that have not erupted for millenia, along with the occasional long, thin spindle of rock poking out of the sea, creating small, stone islands. 
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Your name is [b]KLESSA SVETOS[/b] and you are a pioneer. 

Living in the [b]COLD AND LAWLESS ALTERNIAN NORTH[/b] has turned you from a typical vicious troll to something of a legalist survivalist hunting for subsistance on the fringe of civilization. Living with your [b]BEAR LUSUS[/b] in a land where the law is basically nonexistant has made you [b]VALUE ORDER AND RULES[/b] to an almost religious degree. Everything in your life is [b]SCHEDUALED AND ORGANIZED[/b], with timeslots dedicated to things such as hunting, hive maintenance, and designated time for games and social chat. 

In many ways, this strict adherence to rules and regulations can make you a bit unpleasant. You are [b]UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKING IN THE FACE OF YOUR RULES[/b] to the point of outright refusing to work with anyone who will not adhere to your own ideas on what must be done and how to do it. This has made you sort of a [b]BAD TEAMMATE[/b] and you've not worked on a team since your last [b]HORRIBLE FLARP ACCIDENT[/b] which resulted in one of your partners being mutilated and the other being horribly maimed. It was their fault of course; they should have listened to you. You still do FLARP from time to time, with your persona, [b]THE STALKER[/b], being a very high level character, abet one that few seek to actively work with.

You have devleoped a knack for [b]MACHINERY AND TECHNOLOGY[/b], as a consequence of having to preform your own routine maintenance to keep you hive warm as not to freeze to death, and establishing a connection to the greater internet from your remote home. Your interests, aside from keeping yourself alive, include the [b]FINE ARTS[/b], especially Music, who's careful organization holds great appeal to you. You often try your hand at [b]MUSICAL COMPOSITON[/b] when you have the free time to do so, and are capable of playing many instruments, acting as your own ensemble when you need to record a piece. This foray into music also leads you to venture into the very valued art of [b]POETRY[/b], which you often delve into for accompanying your instrumentals; poetry appeals to you for it's rigid rules of meter and the challenge that provides. Yes you are a regular [b]RENESSAINCE TROLL[/b], whatever that may mean. 

Living in a glacier means needing to hunt to survive, and thus you have skill with the [b]SABREKIND[/b] strife specibus, as being a survivalist does not mean that you cannot hunt with the grace and sophisication of the nobility that you are, as well as an alternative [b]BOTTLEKIND[/b] back up, when you need to huck a burning bottle of drink at any fearsome northern beasts or other troll hunters looking to take your quarry. Your fetch modus is the [b]REFORMATION[/b] modus, which deconstructs any items that you place into it, and forces you to rebuild the item before it can be removed. 

Your troll tag is [color=005682][b]septentrionalBoyar[/b][/color], and it's well known that you [color=005682]govoяeeт шiтh a мalenky вiт of an accenт, шith noятheяn slovos and leттeяs[/color]. You've found that your trollian friend react in various degrees to your use of accented speech