[CHAR] Sgrub: Chapter One

[Majoraa]

Aleida Ismene, The Maid of Rage

Who is this young lady?

==> Enter Name

CRIPPLING DEPRESSION
hahaha,no.

==> Try Again

You are ALEIDA ISMENE and you may have some sort of MENTALITY PROBLEM,That or constant ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES. All that aside, you've lived a a PRETTY DECENT LIFE so far. You have LOADS OF INTRESTS,such as GAMING, COLLECTING DECORATIVE KEYS, and BEING IN COMBAT. Your lusus,THE WISE OLD HOOT,as you sometimes call her jokingly had been the one to teach you how to USE DIFFERENT KINDS OF WEAPONS for when someone tries to hurt you.

You've used to have UNCONTROLLABLE ANGER that ended up with something BROKEN,but until you had almost hurt your lusus was when you realized you had to TRAIN YOURSELF to be more STABLE. Now your CALM and LAID BACK, but still can get ANGRY at others. Your Choice for a STRIFE SPECIBUS was the SCYTHEKIND you had made while BLACKSMITHING, not knowing if that's an actual WORD or not, or the weapons your ANCESTOR once weilded. Being a LAVENDER-BLOODED troll is ROUGH,but at least it has its PERKS.

You always used the KEYRING MODUS SYLADEX ever since you found it in the CELLAR of your HIVE. It turns stuff you CHAPTCHALOGUE into different KEYS, and you could only grab the KEYS that aren't STUFFED BETWEEN OTHER KEYS or all of them on that side would FALL OUT.

Your trollian is fabledMadness, and you Sometimes spe4k in riddles 4nd rhymes,just like your 4ncestor. ˎ₍•ʚ•₎ˏ

(Your a bit of a short troll,standing about 5'3. you sometimes have your black hair put up ina ponytail,but mostly ina medium bob with your bangs swept aside. Your horns are shaped like your lusus' wings. You wear a short dark purple trench coat,it being always open, with a black turtleneck that has your symbol on it,dark grey shorts and leggings,and brown lace-up boots. Sometimes you wear one of your keys from your collection.)

[effervescentF]

Irevir!

an actual sheet that wasn't that much fun to make compared to the intro

Name: Irevir Grawel

Age: 8 sweeps

Handle: effervescentFeral

Lusus: Wolf

Sign: )+

Blood color: Teal

Personality: Bubbly (effervescent, even), excitable, and a tad unpredictable. Loves cute things, and will often scream over them. Usually friendly, although she can be rude, sometimes without knowing it and sometimes perfectly intentionally. Overly enthusiastic about stuff. Enjoys fighting but jokingly. A “wild child”, she feels at her best when she is outside, usually in bare feet, tracking animals and peeing in the woods. Completely disregards the expectations of her caste as a teal-blood and doesn’t much care for the hemospectrum (but she pretends to, to be ironic). Easily distracted from conversations by movements, but very focused when hunting. Overprotective of her moirail, Kaitan, afraid of bodies of water, and seemingly always hungry. Likes to howl.

Bio: After completing her trials, Irevir was selected by a wolf, with whom she quickly formed a bond. She chose to build her hive in the foothills of the mountains, because they seemed most like home to wolf-mom. Her lusus taught her to track, hunt, and howl. She figured out on her own how to make atlatls and their respective darts so that she could help hunt. As a result of her upbringing, Irevir mostly eats raw meat, but she occasionally fits some roots and berries into her diet. She’s very tuned to nature and spends most of her time outside.

Land: Land of Fog and Mystery

Classpect: Witch of Life (sorry sorry sorry aahh)

Dreamer: Derse

Strife Specibus: Atlatlkind (she has to alchemize darts)

Typing Quirk: )+ \ Scratch€s thrøugh h€r €’s and ø’s, lik€ this!

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Your name is IREVIR GRAWEL, and damn, do you LOVE the way your last name RESEMBLES THE SOUNDS WILD ANIMALS MAKE.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, many of which take place in the GREAT OUTDOORS. It is, of course, extremely dangerous out there, but you have an EXCELLENT LUSUS to protect you. After all, you cannot TRACK DOWN AND SLAUGHTER ANIMALS while cooped up in your hive, nor can you urinate on the forest floor to MARK YOUR TERRITORY. You are somewhat competent with an ATLATL, which is your weapon of choice because sometimes you don’t see the point of dirtying your teeth.

You are a wild child, and perfectly HAPPY THAT WAY, even though some of your peers might sometimes perceive this UNBOUND JOY as you simply being either completely BATSHIT FUCKING INSANE, which you are not, or having some kind of HYPERACTIVITY DISORDER, which may have some truth to it. You consider yourself quite the FOODIE, as your palette is sensitive and your taste in UNCOOKED FLESH is one of the best.

Your trolltag is effervescentFeral and you claw thrøugh yøur €s and Øs!

Velant!

I finally wrote his intro!

Name: Velant Corune

Age: 8 sweeps

Handle: nimbleAgrarian

Lusus: Pronghorn antelope

Sign: ☈

Blood color: Olive

Personality: Reserved, quiet and thoughtful, and therefore often mistaken for shy, which he’s not––okay, maybe just a little. But mostly he is introverted, and prefers to just kind of do his own thing. He is a little anxious, and he needs to chew on something constantly to alleviate it. Usually this something is a blade of grass or wheat, because he is a hick, but it has known to be writing instruments (although this has resulted in Velant spraying himself in the face with ink, so he tries to stick with plants). Enjoys reading and writing (bad fanfics), and gardening. Eats mostly plants and insects. Easily startled and kind of jumpy. Gets flustered and stuttery when he’s pissed off. He’s slow to anger, but in the event that he decides to STRIFE, he likes to headbutt. Favorite times of day are early morning and late evening.

Bio: After completing his trials, he was chosen by a pronghorn. He became very closely attached to his lusus, who gave him rides on his back and still does sometimes. His lusus taught him to differentiate between edible plants and poisonous ones, and also to be scared shitless by just about every sudden movement. Whoops, not shitless. Just scared. Antelope-dad doesn’t appreciate swearing, for some mysterious reason, so neither does Velant. Anyway, he chose to build his hive in a wide-open grassland where there would be plenty of room to abscond if anything gross hit the whirling device.

Land: Land of Journals and Barley

Classpect: Prince of Space

Dreamer: Prospit

Strife Specibus: Shovelkind

Typing Quirk: / instead of L, begins with |<, < instead of C

Your name is VELANT CORUNE.

You like to think of yourself as a SIMPLE TROLL, but in a lifestyle way as opposed to intellectually. You do, after all, have a VARIETY OF INTERESTS, which you consider to be sufficiently healthy and well-rounded. For example, you enjoy WEAVING TALES about BRAVE COUNTRY FOLK and their incredibly high ROMANTIC TENSION. You also like to GROW PLANTS for the sole purpose of CONSUMING THEM.

You are suspicious of SUDDEN MOVEMENTS and LOUD NOISES, and you have always been taught by your WISE LUSUS to abscond instead of strife. Because of your CONSTANT VIGILANCE, you have a slight ANXIETY PROBLEM, which you alleviate by CHEWING ON PLANTS.

Your trolltag is nimbleAgrarian and you /ike to in<orporate parts of your symbo/ into your writing.

Astavi

Actual CS

Name: Astavi Saelys

Age: 7 sweeps

Handle: cunningCrocodile

Lusus: Crocodile

Blood color: Iris

Personality: Asocial, quiet, and callous; seen as cold and uncaring. Values rational thinking and decisions above all else, and thinks it stupid to make emotion-based arguments and choices. Confident in her ability to make the most logical decision, and considers herself a leader. Pathological liar; justifies it in the event of being caught in any way she possibly can. (“Leaders always have a lot of secrets.” “I didn’t think you could handle the truth.”) Would kill without hesitation if she thought that it would be best for the session. Rarely, if ever, shares anything about herself, especially the fact that she has a fascination with experimentation on other trolls.

Bio: Had a moat built around her hive so that her lusus would have some murky water to hang out in. Also, it brought about an intimidation factor that would hopefully prevent most predators or other trolls from intruding. Only started speaking to her fellow players because she saw that it would benefit her. Skills include cryptography, mathematics, and trapmaking. Interests include ancient Alternian history, biology, and bioengineering.

Land: Land of Rivers and Snares

Classpect: Thief of Mind

Dreamer: Prospit

Strife Specibus: Lassokind

Typing Quirk: Adds a space: _ before punctuation, which she always adds. She types_, like this_.

Your name is ASTAVI SAELYS.

As of right now, you have no EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENTS, nor do you desire any. You prefer to devote your time and energy to pursuits that are ACTUALLY USEFUL, such as DECODING and ELABORATE AND LETHAL TRAPS. As a result of your emotional detachment, you may be seen as COLD AND UNCARING, which you do not care to argue with. You have a bit of a LYING HABIT, which is okay because it’s JUSTIFIED, and you do not like anyone to know anything about you because that is not important.

Your trolltag is cunningCrocodile and you like to leave thoughtful pauses before your punctuation_.

appearance!

[Cello]

Prospit Dreamer
Vermillion Lowblood | ஜ
❤ Seer of Heart | The Land of Fog and Silence ❤

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Your name is PLUTUS ISHTAR, and you are best described as a SPINELESS WHELP.

At least, that's what you've been told by other trolls. You are SIX SWEEPS old and live in your mountain hive with your Lusus, LIONESS MOM, who is very strict and protective. In fact, your Lusus is so overprotective that she refuses to let you leave the hive to play with your friends or any other manner of EXTREMELY DANGEROUS OUTDOOR ACTIVITY. She also keeps you inside as your status as a VERMILLION LOWBLOOD makes you a target of bullying and possible culling from other trolls of a more respectable blood caste. You don't mind though, because your incredibly spacious hive is packed to the rafters with various goodies to keep you entertained.

Yes, an upstanding MALE TROLL such as yourself has a variety of INTERESTS in which you engage in daily. You fucking love FLARPING, but not being able to play with friends does limit yourself to solo campaigns only. Oh, but how you dream of one day running your own multiplayer campaign. You have many interesting and engaging ideas for these campaigns, which you keep stored in your HUSKTOP for safe keeping. You do enjoy casual WRITING and READING ANCIENT TROLL LITERATURE from time to time. Particularly you are a fan of YOUNG ADULT ROMANCE and thoroughly enjoy imagining yourself being whisked away by your own personal Troll Prince Charming. Your hive is filled with countless novels that your Lusus has brought back to you over the years so you wouldn't be bored.

Your prized possession is your absolutely stunning PEACEKEEPER RIFLE, a long ranged sniper rifle that belonged to your ancestor; THE HIGHBLOOD CULLER, a rebel who assassinated Highblood trolls for their prejudices against the lower castes. You would often spend your afternoons using the rifle from your hive to help your Lusus hunt food for you in the forests down below. While you would never dream of killing another troll, you do wish you weren't so SHY AND TIMID, just so you could stand up to the various Highbloods who torment you by vandalising your hive and stealing your stuff. Alas, the courage of your ancestor was not a trait you inherited.

Unfortunately, you no longer have your STRIFE SPECIBUS: SNIPERKIND anymore. It was stolen, along with your SYLLADEX. You are fan of the LINGUISTICS MODUS, which translates the name of anything you place into your Sylladex from Alternian into over 1000 different languages from across the galaxy; though you're pretty sure most of them are made up. You can take out anything you'd like from the Modus, but you have no idea what anything is anymore. Unlike other Sylladex's, there is no picture displaying the item stored. You find the Modus to be both a fun way to learn other languages as well as an amusing guessing game. You suppose you'll have to find a way to get those back sometime. Perhaps you could ask one of your many TROLLIAN FRIENDS.

Despite your low blood caste and INTROVERTED TENDENCIES, you have quite a handful of online friends which you chat to quite regularly. You are a very GOOD LISTENER and are surprisingly in popular demand in the realm of MOIRAILLEGIENCE. However you haven't committed yourself to any of your quadrants just yet, feeling quite HESITANT AND FRIGHTENED by the whole ordeal. Your Trollian is TimidScribe and you tend to type AZ IF TO EMULATE YOUR ZTRONG, COURAGEOUZ, ANCEZTOR.

Despite your reclusive nature, you are actually quite a tall troll. Though it's easy for others to mistake you for average height with the way you slouch and try to make yourself smaller. Your cheeks are flushed with vermilion red and your teeth are pointy and sharp, with elongated canines that sit just over your bottom lip. Your black hair kept short on the sides, but the top is left to grow long and wild, like a floppy Mohawk that falls down over your right eye. Your horns are short and nubby, but one is slightly larger than the other for whatever reason. Your outfit is usually very standard, grey trousers and a black shirt with your Troll Sign printed on it. However you do enjoy wearing your ancestor's leather jacket, which was clearly designed for someone with more muscle mass than you. The article of clothing was left in a chest for you to find along with the Peacekeeper Rifle. It's much too big for you, but you dream of one day being able to look just as cool as he probably did wearing it. You also like to wear a pair of large goggles.

[Nerevarine]

Klessa Svetos

Prospit Dreamer
Cerulean Highblood| Ⱄ
Ⰻ Sylph of Doom | The Land of Abyss and Ignition Ⰻ


Indoor and Winterized variations

Hider

Age: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: 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.
Symbol: The Glagolitic Letter Slovo

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

Sylladex: Reformation Sylladex

Strife specibus: Sabrekind and Bottlekind

HuskTop

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

SBURB

God-tier: Sylph Of Doom
Moon: Prospit
Land: Land of Abyss and Ignition
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.

Your name is KLESSA SVETOS and you are a pioneer.

Living in the COLD AND LAWLESS ALTERNIAN NORTH 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 BEAR LUSUS in a land where the law is basically nonexistant has made you VALUE ORDER AND RULES to an almost religious degree. Everything in your life is SCHEDUALED AND ORGANIZED, 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 UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKING IN THE FACE OF YOUR RULES 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 BAD TEAMMATE and you've not worked on a team since your last HORRIBLE FLARP ACCIDENT 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, THE STALKER, being a very high level character, abet one that few seek to actively work with.

You have devleoped a knack for MACHINERY AND TECHNOLOGY, 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 FINE ARTS, especially Music, who's careful organization holds great appeal to you. You often try your hand at MUSICAL COMPOSITON 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 POETRY, 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 RENESSAINCE TROLL, whatever that may mean.

Living in a glacier means needing to hunt to survive, and thus you have skill with the SABREKIND 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 BOTTLEKIND 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 REFORMATION 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 septentrionalBoyar, and it's well known that you govoяeeт шiтh a мalenky вiт of an accenт, шith noятheяn slovos and leттeяs. You've found that your trollian friend react in various degrees to your use of accented speech

[hagroden]

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-> Enter Name
Topcake McNo
Nice Try Asshole
Try Again?

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.

Fortid Ischyr

Name: Fortid Ischyr
Age: 8 1/2 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood: Sapphire
Appearance: Credit Taiyakidesu on Deviantart (Ignore Trolltag)
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

[auspiciousPetal]

The Knight of Verve and The Heir of Light

Poppii Dweler

==>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB

You are POPPII DWELER, and you are the lowest color on the hemospectrum, a BURGUNDY BLOOD, MORE SPECIFICALLY, AN AUBURN. You are the most fucking OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY troll to ever grace Alternia. So happy and optimistic, in fact, that you just RADIATE FUCKING SUNSHINE THAT NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. BITCH, PLEASE, YOU WILL MAKE THEM SMILE. This in no way means that you are any less of a VICIOUS, MURDERING PSYCHO. It just means you tend to be bubbly as you smash people's heads in.

You have TWO RULING HOBBIES, the first of which is TROLLIAN LITERATURE. You just love a good book! It's one of the only things that can make you CALM FOR FIVE SECONDS. You also love anything that has to do with COMPUTERS. You are proficient in PROGRAMMING, and are a kick ass GAMER. You rock those fucking troll games hardcore. There is no game you cannot CONQUER. And your codes? UNHACKABLE and UNTOUCHABLE. (At least, so far.)

You have a knack for FASHION, and your favorite outfit is that of a stripped rust and black dress, a high collared vest bearing your INSIGNIA of an ASYMMETRICAL FLOWER, and a pair of tall black boots, which is obviously a blatant DISREGARD FOR THE RULES, BUT YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS. In all honesty, you're pretty surprised you haven't been culled yet. It could be because you live in a highly SECLUDED AND RURAL HIVE, out in the literal middle of nowhere. You might as well be A FUCKING HERMIT.

You were originally the ward of a LARGE BURGUNDY MEOWBEAST. However, it disappeared around the middle of your fifth sweep. The

Today is the day that you and some other trolls are going to play SGRUB. Which is a game that you TOTALLY ILLEGALLY ACQUIRED from a troll somewhere in the city that you occasionally snatch epic games from. Not like the supposed genius ever notices. He's probably too busy lisping about how awesome he is to even notice that YOU HAVE BEEN "BORROWING" THINGS FROM HIS GRUBWORK FOR SWEEPS. Ah well. His lost, you guess. In any case, you're just super fucking stoked to start this game. You just know that the others will love it.

B-B-BORING SHEET IS FOUND HERE!!

Name: Poppii Dweler

Age: 7 sweeps

Gender: Feminine

Blood: Auburn Burgundy

Symbol: an asymmetrical flower with six petals.

Appearance: Of short height with an extra foot and half in horn height, this troll comes off as far too small to be such a huge PROBLEM. Her hair is cut in two distinct layers, one that brushes her shoulders and curls up, and the second that reaches her waist. Her bangs frame her face near her eyes and her cheekbones. Her eyes are still the same grey as the usual adolescent's colour, and her asymmetrical horns curl up and out, with one curling slightly inward, almost straight up.

Lusus: (deceased) A giant red meowbeast with six legs and foot long fangs.

Moirial: Alvaro Callom

Hive: A low to the ground, labyrinthine structure built of the indigenous stone. The rooms have a wide, open feel, due to the lack of completed walls. Wild beasts tend to roam freely in and out if her home. Each wall that does exist is painted a different colour, and the doorframes extend from ceiling to floor.

Handle: auspiciousPetals

Quirk: YOU LIKE TO YELL ABOUT EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE S-S-SUPER EXCITED ABOUT EVERY FUCKING TH-THING!!

Sylladex: The colour wheel. Everything gets sorted by colour into a wheel. They are then stacked in small boxes on top of one another. However, you never have any idea what's in the box you remove, since they are all the same size and colour.

Strife Specibus: The Colourblade, a combination of a sword and a paintbrush that slices through the air with bright streaks of colour.

God Tier: Knight of Verve

Moon: Prospit.

Land: Land of Sunlight and Melody

Alvaro Callom

==> BE THE LEADER THEY NEED.

Your name is ALVARO CALLOM, and you are so fucking fed up with this bullshit. If your RODENTBEAST LUSSUS goes into your respite block one more time when you are out, you might actually Strife with him.

You are a 8 SWEEP OLD CINNAMON BLOOD, and you are so STOIC that it legitimately freaks out others. Something about your heavy, browsing grey gaze just makes everyone uncomfortable when you want it to. Usually, you're rather RELAXED DESPITE YOUR SERIOUS ATTITUDE. You have a strangely open air about you, and many TROLLS FEEL AS THOUGH THEY CAN TALK TO YOU. It makes you a very natural COORDINATOR AND LEADER. You follow your INTUITION, even when others question you.

You live near the outer edge of a hive cluster, in a rather straight, tall hive with complexly shaped floors and walls. Your LUSSUS is a GOLDEN BROWN KILLER RODENTBEAST, and she in no way respects your privacy. She has a tendency to sniff through your belongings, so you get a lot of STRIFE PRACTICE.

You have a variety of interests, that include COLLECTING DISCARDED HORNS FROM DECEASED TROLLS, SOLVING COMPLEX PUZZLES, AND DEVELOPING ELABORATE BATTLE STRATEGIES. Your horn collection includes a wide range of sizes and shapes, and even includes some very rare fully grown troll horns from the years of the rebellion.

//The important information//

Name: Alvaro Callom

Age: 8 Sweeps

Gender: Masculine

Blood Color: Cinnamon

Appearance: Tall in height, nearly six feet and four inches, with slender, backward bent horns adding another four inches to his height. He tends to stand incredibly straight and stiff, making him look even more tall. His hair is straight and choppy in length, the rough strands blocking out segments of face. His eyes have begun to colour in their iris, and have a strange grey brown colour. He has sharper nails than the usual.

Symbol: A glyph that resembles a music note.

Lussus: Killer Rabbit. (Rodentkind)

Moirial: Poppii Dweler

Sylladex: A very direct and simple to use modus called Thing-In-A-Bottle. It captchalouges his items into labeled bottles and shrinks them to fit in a canvas satchel. The satchel contains thirty-two slots and bottles, that allows for thirty-two items. To use on of these items, he simply needs to uncork the bottle and retrieve the item with a set of tweezers. It will then maximize to it's real size.

Strife Specibus: Chakramkind. His spinning circular blades of death are painted a wicked bronze.

Handle: enviousCalamity

Typing quirk: //He has a tendency to speak with supreme severity.//

God Tier: Heir of Light

Moon: Derse

Land: Land of Fog and Gold.

[KiltmanBagz]

Full sheet/appearance

Name: Leshas Muvaar
Blood color: cinnamon
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: Leshas is a lean troll of average height and athletic build that reflects of her constant physical work. Her hair is kept in a close, neat, pixy cut help keep it from getting in her way to getting overly dirty, the few odd curly ends betraying her naturally wavy hair. Her teeth are mostly healthy and sharp, though a pair on her right side a very clearly chipped, likely from trying to bite something that was very hard. They a have sense been replace by a pair of crystals of appropriate size she had found ( If she has a morail, they will be that color, if not, they are clear crystals ). Short, curled horns adorn her head. She tends to ware various necklaces of various metals and crystals/gems about her neck. Her preferred attire is light and easy to move in, most often a tank top, shorts, sturdy boots and gloves.

She has a unique mutation known as 'Night Eyes', the physical result of which is that her eyes are pre-maturely Bronze and the outsides are Grey-ish rather than the traditional orange. Additionally she can see perfectly in pitch darkness but her eyes are hyper sensitive to light, and will be easily hurt or blinded in what most trolls consider normal amounts of light. As a result she is never without her goggles, which come with adjustable tint. It is possible that a side effect of this mutation has left her with a unique psionic ability, why she does not have a great deal of the powers that your average psionic does ( she has about enough telekinesis to pick up a soda can ), she is one hell of a geokentic.

Symbol: A simple brown diamond, bisected horizontally

Lusus: Mole Dad

Sylladex: Geode Sylladex: Each item is places inside a unique geode, which must be cracked open once pulled back out. The trouble is keeping track of which item was in each geode...

Strife specibus: DrillKind

HuskTop

Handle: Crystal Wisecracker [CW]
Quirk: Leshas is abundantly cheerful and positive, this shows in that any time she uses an n it comes out as n_n and d as :D
CW: n_now :Don't get your n_nickers in a twist, my rock pun_ns aren_n't THAT ba:D

SBURB

God-tier: rouge of Time
Moon: Prospit
Land: Land of Whistles and Quarries
A hard, rocky land, filled with deep scars in the land as if intense mining operations had left the whole world pocked with deep stony quarries. From the ground everywhere steam whistles rise up like bizarre trees, occasional blowing steam and letting out their whining cry.

You name is LESHAS MUVAAR and you live under a rock. Well more accurately you live deep underground, beneath a mountain in one of the rockier parts of your planet. But hey, why make a mound out of a mole hill?

You spend a great deal of your time DIGGING TUNNELS with the expressed goal of FINDING PRECIOUS THINGS. Crystals and Gems are your favorite but you won't turn down the odd precious metal or lost artifact. Though most you find are rather busted. You have been told you are a CHEERY SORT, possible to a FAULT. Though that doesn't mean you don't have a temper, it just takes a lot to push you over that edge. Instead you enjoy JOKES, PUNS, and GENERAL TOMFOOLERY as well as HORDING YOUR FINDS which would be a problem if it weren't for your mole dad who instilled a industries attitude in you at a young age, so you have dug plenty of tunnels in which to keep your various finds. So what do you do with all the various odds and ends you collect. Well given your access to gems, metals, crystals and the like as well as your RIDICULOUSLY STRONG GEOKENTIC ABILITIES, you've become quite the AMATURE JEWLER, making various items for yourself and for sale.

Despite your freakishly powerful ability to move various forms of minerals about with your mind, you tend to do a lot of digging with your DRILL, which is incidentally your weapon of choice. If your MOLE DAD taught you anything, tis that HARD WORK and a POSITIVE ATTITUDE can move mountains.

Your Trolling tag is crystalWisecracker and Your goo:D cheer n_never wavers!

Zarkal Ararus

Name: Zarkal Ararus
Age: 7 Sweeps
Symbol: Ꞟ
Handle: alignedAegis
Lusus: giant catfish mom. An aquatic panther like creature with fishlike qualities. Basically combine the qaulities of a hunting cat and a cat fish but roughly the size of a killer whale.
Blood Color: Lilac
Personality: Zarkal is a troll of a quiet and organized mind. He tends to take his time and rarely acts in haste. He attempts to maintain a controlled and dignified persona. He believes in order and hierarchy, that while the hemospectrum is a broken model for the society, that a strict order is necessary to the survival of their species. He doesn’t feel he is up to the task of making a proper order for the world himself, so he is resigned to defending those who need defending when they need defending.

Appearance: Zarkal is the troll equivalent of a scimitar; large, sturdy, and defined by sharp features. He stands at an even 6 feet, and is still growing. Broad of shoulder, with a powerful and well defined body. while he doesn’t have the STRONG build of a Ruffiannihilator, he is not one to take lightly in terms of brute force. Often dressed in toga like cloths, though he has shorts and T-shirt beneath it. His faces is defined by high cheek bones and sharp eyes, and prominent fangs, giving him a fierce predatory countenance. These intense features are offset by a pair of softly curving horns similar to that of a water buffalo. His is long and strait, reaching about the small of their back, and kept in a very neat braid.

Typing quirk: Ararus always aspires for aristocratic alliteration when he types. The regular repetition relays order to his words.

Strife: Shield Kind

SBURB

God Tier: Kight of Void
Moon: Derse
Land: Land of Keeps and Discord

[Aqua]

FLEILT APRELL

Who is this young man?

==> Enter Name
FILET MIGNON

No... That doesn't seem right. Try again.

==> Enter Name

You are FLEILT APRELL and you are a 8 AND A HALF SWEEP OLD TURQUOISE BLOOD JUST TRYING TO DO HIS THING. You are SPITEFUL, and you know damn well you won't put up with anyone else's shit. They say you can't do something? You do it. You live in a shady area in the middle of the middle of the woods. Rather, you are the shade in the middle of the woods. You live in a large tower with an orb at the top, acting as your room and observatory.

You spend a great lot of your time OBSERVING THE STARS and trying to point out CONSTELLATIONS. Stars have always been your favorite thing, ever since you finished your trials. You try and point out almost ANYTHING in the stars, even the smallest things. One of your favorites is THE HUNTER, with his long horns and hunting bow the size of his body, he seemed to scare away any other big constellations. You like to point out other ANIMALS around THE HUNTER, even if the connections seem to be a stretch. You suppose the HUNTER to have once been a real person, possibly even an ANCESTOR of yours. Despite you claiming yourself to be INTELLECTUAL and FUN, most of your troll peers disagree with you, describing you as BLAND. Due to your love for the HEAVENS, you're often seen outside or in your room. Though you don't usually stray far from your hive tower. You like to make STAR MAPS and your FOX LUSUS is often quite PISSY about you always being awake looking at the stars instead of doing SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE. You're not that interested in COMPUTERS but your friends are so you have a basic one in your room for star maps and such.

You are not that SPECIAL but you think you make up for it with sheer BRAIN, as you are quite skinny. To top that off, you're also very lanky. You're only one or two inches taller than most, but it's enough to be noticeable to the other trolls. You don't have any SPECIAL ABILITIES, to be honest, you wish you were anyone else, but you don't let that get you down. Remember, you're SPITEFUL AS FUCK.

Your trolltag is outlandishExaminer and you*re in love with stars.

Regular CS

Name:
Fleilt Aprell
Age:
8 and a half sweeps.
Gender:
Male
Blood:
Turquoise
Symbol:
A blue oval with two brown-red carrots inside it. (^^)
Appearance:
Fleilt is... Fleilt is something else. His horns aren't as big as any other's. they're honestly mostly like horns of a little devil you'd see in mainstream media. He's rather tall, standing at a rough 5'11. He's very skinny, possibly under one hundred pounds, but he's not sure.
His skin color is the generic grey you'd expect from trolls, his hair is at a midlength, and it's rather wavy. His features would be considered feminine. His eyes are somewhat small and green, and his hips are wide.

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Lusus:
Fox
Moirial:
"Yikes
Strace"
Hive:
A tower with an orb at the top of it serving as an observatory/bedroom.

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Handle:
outlandishExaminer
Quirk:
Replaces apostrophes with *'s, often doesn't use proper pronunciation after that. He rambles and sends messages to early, then continues until he's called out on it, placing a period after that.
Example: Don*t talk to me you*re such a dolt.
Sylladex:
Book modus-
With every captchalogued item adds a page into the book, the page includes a brief description of the item and the item can be retrieved by ripping a page out of the book.
Strife Specibus:
Bowkind and Bladekind
God Tier:
Prince of Pride
Moon:
Derse
Land:
Land of Skin and Meadow
LOSAM is... revolting. With rivers of blood, and plains of skin as far as the eye can see. The skin is of an indeterminate species.

STRACE ADONIS

Boring CS

Name: Strace Adonis

Race: Troll

Gender: Female

Blood: Peridot #39b54a

Age: ~8 sweeps (~18 human years)

Strife Specibus: Hammerkind/Shovelkind/Spearkind

Dream Self: Prospit

God Tier: Witch of Choice

Trolltag: pleasantNaturalist

Land: Land of Hedge and Forest

Symbol: An interlocking A and E.

Lusus: A birdlike creature resembling both an ostrich and a pigeon.

Typing Quirk: Interlocks A and E when typing, doesn't capitalize anything, often overuses exclamation points!!!!!!!! When irritated..... uses.... ellipses..

Typing Example: i love sundæs!!!

Appearance:
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Personality: Very extroverted and considered to be kind by her fellow trolls. Protective over her friends at an almost ridiculous rate. Strace is very bubbly a lot of the time, and has an affinity for nature. She loves Alternia and what it has to offer, even though it's kind of dark and gloomy to some, she loves the darkness and nighttime. She desperately wishes she could see the sun, however. With her very bubbly personality, she can clash well with Fleilit's spiteful nature, as opposites do truly attract. She tries her best to bring out the best in him.

Quadrants: In a moirallegiance with Fleilt.

==> Be the sweet girl.

==> Enter Name

You are STRACE ADONIS and you are a NATURALIST.

You wish you could be less interested in SUNLIGHT as it would BLIND YOU, but it's all you want to see anyway. You're often described as SWEETER THAN A BOTTLE OF FAYGO and you take that as a personal offense because Faygo is rancid. You love to be nice and are rather caring for all your friends. Your moiral FLEILIT is your little PUPA AND NO ONE WILL HURT HIM. You are prepared to KILL for this little boy, who's higher on the hemospectrum. You don't CARE THOUGH, you think he deserves to be protected.

You care for NATURE more than you care for MOST OTHER THINGS, as said before, NOT FLEILIT THOUGH.
You're blood color is PERIDOT and you don't like to think it DEFINES YOU, even though in this society it literally defines you in full. Your hive is a TREEHOUSE that you stay in, it has a big sign on the outside with your name on it and little hearts around it. You're very cute like that.

You like to say you're interested in a lot more than just NATURE but you're lying. It is your whole life. You are VERY SENSITIVE and do not take well to being called names. You wield hammers, shovels, and spears.

Your trolltag is pleasantNaturalist and you are very excited!!!!

[Crobot]

Kaitan

General CS

*Drawn by @effervescentF

Name: Kaitan Rolyat

Race: Troll

Gender: Female

Blood: (Purple Spectrum) Violet #C100FF

Age: ~8 sweeps (~18 human years)

Strife Specibus: Minigun-kind

Dream Self: Prospit

God Tier: Maid of Dread

Chumhandle: viciousEmpress

Planet: Land of Bunnies and Whiskey

Symbol: Spiral with horizontal line on top and three dots above it.

Lusus: Starfish

Typing Quirk: Uses perfect grammar and spelling. She replaces S’s with 5’s, her to's with two's, doubles her I’s, and often will start a new line instead of using a period.

Typing Example: The quiick brown fox jump5 over the lazy dog.

Appearance: Kaitan is well within average height for a troll, though slightly more muscular than would be expected. She is only about five foot and five inches tall, but is very lean and not considered thin or small. A lot of people know from experience not to get on her bad side, but she is not particularly intimidating to a passerby, as she wears a generally happy and positive (though twisted-looking) smile. Her hair is short and messy, cupping around finned ears. There are gill slits on either side of her neck to allow easier breathing in the water. Her eyes are a beautiful, soft yet vibrant violet color. She wears wide, thick-rimmed glasses, and has a mouth full of sharklike teeth. Normally, she wears three snug-fitted gold rings on her left ear, a golden chain around her neck, and a golden bracelet with three evenly-spaced rubies. Her normal attire is a soft fuchsia t-shirt underneath a leather jacket with black jean pants and violet sneakers.

Personality: To describe Kaitan, one would have to use the absurd mixture of the words wild, spontaneous, responsible, and calm. Because she is all of these things at varying degrees and at unpredictable times. Mostly, she is childish and carefree, the wild and spontaneous side of her. However, when situations call for a serious leadership-worthy attitude, she can sober up to be a very responsible and level-headed troll.

Quadrants: In a moiraillegiance with Irevir Grawel and a matespritship with a human.

Well now, who is this boyish dame?

==> Enter name.
HOSTILE BITCHLADY.

Excuse the FUCK out of me?

==> Right, let’s try that again. Enter the right name.
KAITAN ROLYAT.

That’s what I thought.

You are KAITAN ROLYAT. That’s really all there is to say on the matter. You have BEAUTIFUL VIOLET BLOOD that emphasizes your ROYAL HERITAGE. Unfortunately, you are not next in line to be the EMPRESS, which is a right fucking shame considering you could definitely put some orders in to improve this SHITTY WORLD. To make up for not being able to rule on a broader spectrum, you strike fear into the hearts of the locals in order to get them to do your bidding. By no means are you a HOSTILE BITCHLADY. In fact, you’re one of the most COMPASSIONATE and CARING trolls in comparison with the rest of the VIOLENT, DEGENERATE society. Most of your time is spent caring for LANDDWELLING ANIMALS because the SEADWELLING ones have to be your source of nutrients. Oops.

Most of your interests include reading about ASTRONOMY, PHILOSOPHY, and TECHNOLOGICAL SCIENCES. In fact, that’s what you spend most of your time doing when you’re not SWIMMING or HARASSING poor, unsuspecting PEASANTS online. You really don’t like being a seadweller, but one time you brought this up to your STARFISH LUSUS and she nearly had an ANEURYSM. (And you didn’t even know that was possible for starfish.) Most of your time is spent OUTDOORS. This is mainly because you have to make sure your moirail, IREVIR GRAWEL, isn’t getting into some poisonous shit again or psychologically traumatizing innocent trolls.

For the most part, you are a pretty SUPPORTIVE and POSITIVE person, but you always exhibit nothing but TOUGH LOVE. You think that’s what it takes to make a strong, successful troll.

Your trolltag is viciousEmpress and you type iin a manner that u5ually reflect5 the 5tyle of the legendary captor5 becau5e you, too, are burdened wiith a lii5p and vii5iion5 normally only thru5t upon mutant5. You are an anomaly.

What will you do?

==> Crawl under your desk and cry discreetly.

Hey! That’s…Actually, you might do that.

Dauxix

General CS

Name: Dauxix Gallum

Race: Troll

Gender: Male

Blood: (Yellow Spectrum) Saffron #BF9926

Age: ~8 sweeps (~18 human years)

Strife Specibus: Staff-kind

Dream Self: Derse

God Tier: Mage of Peace

Chumhandle: toxicAnnihilator

Planet: Land of Souls and Doom

Symbol: Two sideways interlocking sixes.

Lusus: Iguana

Typing Quirk: Uses perfect syntax, including grammar and spelling. His only quirk is that he uses 6's in places of b's, 1's in places of I's, and 0's in places of o's. Often, he'll use faces such as @_@, >:(, and :I. However, he is rarely seen using any sort of literal "smiley" faces. The @_@ face is used either directly before or after most sentences.

Typing Example: The qu1ck 6r0wn f0x jumps 0ver the lazy d0g.

Appearance: Dauxix is very tall and slender by any standard. At his peak height, he will reach six feet and seven inches. Most consider him intimidating, as he is very lanky and ghastly-looking. His demeanor is dark, as well as his aura. He has short, slightly spiked hair that is white, and he has no idea why. There are no visible blemishes on his body, however there is a mysterious crescent-shaped mark on his back in the lower-right corner, slightly above his right hip. His eyes are dark enough to appear black, though closer inspection would prove they match his blood color. He has a septum piercing, usually prominent by the fact that he wears a thick, black ring. His normal attire consists of a long-sleeved white shirt underneath a short-sleeved black shirt, black pants, and black sneakers, as well as one silver band with a tiny ruby in the center worn on his right thumb. On the inside of the band is an inscription that supposedly nobody but himself can read. It's notable that he wears this ring at all times. No exceptions.

Personality: For the most part, Dauxix is quiet. It's not the introverted or shy type of quiet, although he could be described as an introvert where "antisocial" would be a much better term. Some would say that he's more immoral than the typical troll, which is already very immoral by human standards. However, that's not so. Dauxix has never done anything to harm another living being. In fact, he is a vegan!

Quadrants: In a vacillating pitch/red relationship with Velant Corune.

==> Be the boy in black.

Actually, do you have to be the boy in black? He looks a little scary.

==> The boy in black is not scary, fuck you. Be the boy in black.

Okay, okay, fine. Whatever. You are now the boy in black.

==> Enter name.
DAUXIX GALLUM.

It’s not the name you would have chosen for yourself, but in some aspect, you guess you did. You are DAUXIX GALLUM, and you are often described as a GROUCHY ASSHOLE. That is not inherently true. You have the FACADE of a grouchy asshole. You are actually a very SWEET, KIND, and CARING person. Sort of. Anyway, on to the IMPORTANT FACTS: you are a YELLOW BLOOD. You are not very WELL-LIKED. You think your entire existence is SHITTY. For some reason, you have naturally WHITE HAIR. You will never question it.

Among your many INTERESTS are HISTORY, ARCHAEOLOGY, and WRITING. When you’re not reading classic novels and poetic prose from infamous authors, you’re writing your own. Most of the time, you avoid using Trollian, but the damn thing keeps ringing and, well, you get distracted pretty easily.

Your FRAGILE FEELINGS are securely protected by a THICK SKIN. That’s an easier way of saying that you often cry yourself to sleep.

You are not manly. Shut the fuck up.

Your trolltag is toxicAnnihilator and you think it suits you quite well, thank you. Y0u speak 1n a very s0lemn and art1culate manner, 6ut y0ur v01ce 1s a l1ttle h0ll0w and em0t10nless. @_@

[Aqua]

-YIKES I FUCKED UP SORRY-

[Annasiel]

Character Sheet

Name: Hecare Eritas

Age: 7 sweeps

Gender: Female

Blood color: Jade

Appearance: Tall and lanky, almost gaunt, with a narrow face. She has long, white-bleached hair, almost down to her hips, that she often keeps trussed in a series of braids. Her teeth are fairly sharp, with an average set of canines, but to enhance the effect she often wears a pair of prosthetic fangs. Recently, she’s taken a habit to wearing white makeup on her face and hands, which has the annoying habit of rubbing off on anything she touches. She wears a white, v-neck blouse with a fluffy trim, a pair of grayish slacks, and brown boots. She has a golden, bejewelled bracelet on her wrist, and a white lace choker around her throat. Her horns extend up, tilted somewhat out to the sides, with sharp, tooth-like hooks at the ends.

Symbol: symbols.com/gi.php?type=1&id=821&i=1

Lusus: A long, sinuous cobra-like beast named Snakedad. Hecare wanted to call it Bloodire after the famous rainbow drinker in “Sun Striders,” the best book series to ever grace the surface of Alternia. Snakedad, in its infinite traditionalist wisdom, vehemently refused.

Sylladex: Grimoire Modus. Items are stored on a page in a dark book, and can only be retrieved by ritualistic chanting of the page’s spell. Unfortunately, most of these spells contain the letter ‘v’, which are nearly impossible for her to properly pronounce with the prosthetic fangs.

Strife specibus: Fangkind. Trying her hardest to live up to her dream, Hecare fights her foes in a true vampiric fashion.

Handle: sunlitVaudevillian (#078243, 7/130/67)

Typing quirk: To emphasize a bite with every sentence, she “Viciously ViVisecting Vords Vith Vile VerVe.”

Personality: A true drama queen of fantastical proportions, Hecare takes great care to display every emotion that crosses her mind. She is fascinated by the macabre and dark, especially the allure of her bloodcaste’s rainbow drinker heritage. She herself is not a rainbow drinker, and doubtless ever will be, but this doesn’t stop her from trying. A girl has to have dreams. She is quite intelligent, and will flaunt it if need be, but prefers to brag about her more literary pursuits: She is an avid creator of “Sun Striders” fanfiction and deep, emotional poetry.

God tier: Bard of Dream (Don’t ask. Don’t even bloody ask. I know this isn’t right, I know this isn’t proper, and frankly, I’m scared as to why AP is allowing me, almost telling me, to do this. I fear for all of you. Fear the female bard. Fear the female cod piece.)

Moon: Derse (For sufficient edge. Also, Hecare doesn’t bother with trite formalities such as making beds.)

Land: The Land of Trees and Whispers. A quiet planet filled with tall, dark oaks, spreading the sunlight overhead in a crossed pattern below. Thin mists dance between the trees, carrying with them words that none can ever hear and truths that none are meant to know.

Extra: She got the booty.

Character Sprite


Character

==> An ominous beast lurks in her fetid crypt.

Who is this fearsome creature?

==> Enter name.

Your name is HECARE ERITAS, and you are a godforsaken VAMPIRE. At least, you wish you were one of the prestigious rainbow drinkers, those brilliant beings of the day. Much to your constant spite, despite your JADE blood coloring, you are utterly and completely NORMAL. To try and compensate, you wear a pair of PROSTHETIC FANGS which double as your strife specibus in combat. You have a fondness for a WHITE AESTHETIC, going as far as to powder your skin and bleach your hair, though your makeup is always rubbing off on everything and your hair grows too fast for the coloration to remain.

For all SEVEN SWEEPS of your life, you've found yourself near obsessed with the GRIM and MACABRE. Your gloomy home is strewn with SYMBOLS OF DEATH and VAMPIRE FANFICTION. The latter is almost entirely based on a series of books you hold in high esteem: "Sun Striders," stories about the dashing, daring rainbow drinker FANGFALL BLOODIRE. In fact, you are so enamored by this character that you tried to name your SNAKE LUSUS after her. However, in his infinite traditionalistic wisdom, you kept calling him his preferred name of SNAKEDAD. It probably helped that he threatened to bite you until you either passed out from blood loss or complied.

When you're not busy scribbling raunchy stories and practicing hissing in the mirror, you enjoy reciting EMOTIONAL POETRY to your friends on Trollian. Their annoyance is probably because they're jealous of your DEEP COMPLEXITY, and not because they grow tired of your beautifully melancholic works. Your trolltag is sunlitVaudevillian, and you emphasize a bite in your typing by “Viciously ViVisects Vords Vith Vile VerVe.” To store items, you use the strange and mysterious GRIMOIRE MODUS, which captchalogues items as pages retrievable by reading INCANTATIONS. Unfortunately for you, your prosthetic fangs give you a definite SPEECH IMPEDIMENT, making it difficult for you to access anything without multiple tries.

Fangfall Bloodire

Maybe in a fair fight, they would have stood a chance. But the two teals, hovering above the body of a slaughtered noble, did not know she was watching. One, bearing the uniform of a legislacerator, was kneeling beside the ravaged troll, while the other was taking notes in a thick book. Quickly, silently, she descended from her perch above the narrow alleyway, whipping her hand across the back of the recorder’s neck. She crumpled, her journal falling to ground beside her. The legislacerator turned, his eyes widening, but the drinker was already on top of him. Few but bluebloods could match her speed. Fangfall’s finger’s twitched, and the lawkeeper toppled, an aquamarine stain already flowering on his chest. Before he could hit the ground, she leapt forward, catching him by the throat of his outfit.

“Do you know why I am here?” she whispered, pulling his face into her own. The legislacerator flinched, his eyes pressed tight in fear.

“I don’t… are you a rebel? Please, I don’t want anything to do with that mess, I’m just doing my job, I’ll tell you anything you need to know just please don’t kill me I have a matesprit and he…” the victim stuttered. Fangfall silenced him with a hiss, and he cowered once more.

“I am not a part of the rebellion. I am not looking for information, reform, or petty squabbles. I am here because you,” to emphasize the word, she shook the whimpering troll, “are with her. You are just as guilty as the rest of them. Say it!” The last part came out like a barking command, fangs flashing in the dim light.

“I… I’m guilty! Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m guilty, I’m guilty, just please don’t kill me!” The tealblood was practically sobbing now, his body limp and resigned in Fangfall’s grasp. “I’ll do… I’ll do anything you want… please…”

“You killed him. You killed him, just like all the others. You may not have held the blade, but your actions, your allegiances, make you just as much at fault. You killed him and you don’t even care, do you?” She leaned in closer, her nose touching with her captive’s. “You’re just another soulless monster. Just like all the others.”

“I care I care I’m a monster, just like you said I killed him please…” the legislacerator spouted in a terrified ramble.

“Repent! You’ve confessed, now ask me! Beg me to forgive you!” Her voice was rising, almost a shout, her body tensed and shaking with anger.

“Forgive me! I killed him I’m sorry please forgive me!” As soon as he said these words, the drinker relaxed, her snarl turning into a smile. She loosened her grip for a moment, and the lawkeeper exhaled in relief. But the moment of peace was short lived as the nails once more tightened, spinning him around into a chokehold. Fangfall’s lips brushed against his ear, whispering the last words he would ever hear.

“You are absolved.”

The pain was blinding, but it only lasted for a few short seconds. Then it numbed, then the curtains fell, then darkness became his world. Fangfall let his body slide down onto the pavement, wiping his blood from her lips. She turned, ready to leave, when a breathless voice coughed behind her. The scrutiniver was still alive, somehow, despite her shattered spine.

“You are just as guilty,” she told her. The dying recorder could only watch, her mouth opening and closing breathlessly. Fangfall approached her, kneeling down beside her sprawling form. “Confess.” The scrutiniver made a noise halfway between a croak and a groan, but no words came out. The drinker placed her hand on the injured troll’s chest. Even if she wanted to plead, wanted to beg, it was obvious she couldn’t. There was no relief in death without confession. Fangfall leaned in, her mouth open, and ended the administrant’s suffering.

“You are absolved,” she said, though the words now felt like a lie. They hung over her shoulders like an invisible shroud, turning her righteous mood darker. Trying to ignore it, Fangfall rose, and disappeared into the night.