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[b][color=black] Topcake McNo [/color][/b]
[color=ed1c24]Nice Try Asshole[/color]
[color=0054a6] Try Again?[/color]

	Your name is Fortid Ischyr and you CAN'T STAND SHIT! You are CONSTANTLY ANGRY, and you ARE ALWAYS ANNOYED. Because of this ANNOYANCE you have decided to partake in a RELEASING career; That being, a THRESHECUTIONER. Thanks to this aspiration, your weapon of choice is the SICKLE, which you've actually gotten pretty badass at. You train with the SICKLE during battles in EXTREME roleplay games that you often do with some of your friends, and you've become pretty notorious for SLAUGHTERING trolls and their Lususes both. Speaking of Lususes, you have the BEST one ever, whom is basically just an ENORMOUS FUCKING SCORPION.

	You are currently on your 9th sweep, and you LOVE pop punk music, although a lot of your friends think you're a nerd for it. You have a few other INTERESTS, such as CAGE FIGHTING and watching mediocre sci-fi, which you refuse to think is anything other than BADASS AS HELL. 

	You've also been using TROLLIAN, a semi-new IM service, and your troll tag is rampantCrone. You are PERPETUALLY AGGRAVATED, and tend to yell ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY.
	
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Name: Fortid Ischyr
Age: 8 1/2 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood: Sapphire 
Appearance: [url=http://taiyakidesu.deviantart.com/art/Fantroll-Aquila-Vates-335781473] Credit Taiyakidesu on Deviantart (Ignore Trolltag) [/url]
Symbol: See image above (On Shirt)
Lusus: ScorpioDad
Handle: rampantCrone (RC)
Quirk: YOU YELL A LOT, BECAUSE YOU'RE PISSED A LOT. But when you're not angry, you talk pretty normally.
Personality: Being in the Blue Blood Caste, he's a natural trickster that keeps his true intents indiscernible from his false ones. He finds it simple in his constant tone of voice; Anger. He is prone to being pissed off, primarily because every breath he takes fills him with more and more irritation. He hates almost every aspect of everything, and the few things he doesn't hate, he makes up for in aggressive adoration.
Bio: You hatched early, and made it through the trials even earlier. This caught the attention of your Lusus ScorpioDad, one of the most aggressive monsters in that cavern. His aggression rubbed off on you, and you quickly became experienced in strifing with him on a casual basis. After he became too easy for you to fight, you began to explore other ways to strife. Finding extreme pleasure in roleplaying led you to become one of the most infamous killers in the flarping world, and after a lack of people daring to battle with you, you begin a real world career of battling in caged coliseums, mimicking the savagery of your ancient ancestor the most lethal Cafe Fighter know to troll society, The Gladior, and he scorched his way through armies of enemies with Brisin Arif, the same Karambit Swords you now wield. You take pride in these blades, rumored to bring forth waves of flames with each swing, and use them exclusively during any sort of strife. Due to such long-term use, you've become an expert with them, and even though they were forged to fit the Gladior (whose size you will eventually reach, hopefully) make them too big for knives. For now, they just look like really badass swords you can spin on your fingers horrifically fast. 

Sylladex: Stick/Poke (When he puts something into his Sylladex it creates a small symbol on the back of his hand, which he has to stab to retrieve Items)

Strife Specibus: KarambitKind
God Tier: Prince of Wrath
Moon: Prospit 
Land: Stone and Sulfur 



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