Trollbound Notes

[enigmamystere]

Name: Rulett Doujou
Age: A bit more than 7 sweeps, or 16 years
Gender: Female
Constellation: Corona Borealis
Blood Color: Burgundy
Quirk: ha$ a rather nervou$ $pee€h pattern. repeated£¥ €orre€t$ her$e£f and apo£ogize$ when $he make$ mi$take$.
Lusus: Rus/mousemom
Broswer: Tama
Fetch Modus: Roulette (number of slots given to each item by weight, and are randomly pulled a la spinning said modus's wheel)
Strife Specibus: shieldkind
Trollian: semiluckyRotation (SR)
SGRUB Title: Rogue of Space
World: Land of Tunnels and Frogs (LoTaF)

==> Be the overly-shy Mouse crafter

Your name is Rulett Doujou, and you are a bit over SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You are a BURGUNDYBLOOD, the lowest of all the bloodcastes. Your interests include TINKERING, CRAFTING and READING. You made your weapon, a circular, semi-luminescent shield with your symbol in the center, after watching a movie about CAPTAIN ALTERNIA, the rustblood who prevented the alien invasion. Let's face it, that was your kind's niche. Anything else you made tended to go to your friends. At least, you think they are your friends. They occasionally came over and visited you, which made you glad that you KEPT YOUR MODEST HIVE CLEAN.

You were taught by your lusus to RESPECT HIGHERBLOODS. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but you took that to the extreme, doing your best to keep from offending anyone higher on the hemospectrum than you. Of course, this meant you are CONSTANTLY DOING YOUR BEST TO APPEASE OTHER TROLLS, even if they were being complete squeaks to you.

You weren't going to deny it, you HAVE A PROBLEM.

Your lusus had also taught you how to speak, among other things. This had the side-effect of causing you to OCCASSIONALLY SQUEAK when you were nervous or trying to curse. Oh, that's right, you PHYSICALLY CAN'T CURSE for some reason. You have no idea why, to be honest. Then again, you never found a need to do so. Unless you accidentally electrocuted or burnt yourself while working, of course.

When you were younger, you learned to squeeze through TIGHT SPACES. Once, a few days after you'd snuck a nice, big cake, you got stuck during practice. It turns out that it caused you to gain a significant enough amount of weight to impede your skill. Since then, you're MINDFUL OF YOUR PHYSIQUE, making sure you don't gain too much weight. Of course, it wasn't like you were skin and bones - you easily survived by HUNTING AND SCAVENGING in the forest around your home. Another great lesson from your lusus.

You built your hive by BURROWING INTO A MOUNTAIN. This may have been a bad idea, as there is a VOLCANO NEARBY that may cause your home to flood with lava, for all you know. You probably got your WORRYING STREAK from your lusus, too.

You really miss RUS. She was one of the few beings you could freely talk to. She was always willing to listen to you without judging. Well, she still could, but you'd feel rather awkward talking to her STUFFED FORM. Who could do something like that without feeling awkward? The idea strikes you as some meaningless randomness. You shiver, trying to forget that - you ARE TERRIFIED OF MEANINGLESS RANDOMNESS.

On a separate note, you found an ODD BAND on one of your hunts. You have no idea who it belonged to, but they seemed really interested in their lusus, a winged hoofbeast which apparently had a multi-colored mane. That was interesting enough, as you thought that lusi were only white. It looked rather pathetic, though. Maybe the wimpy appearance hid an unexpected strength? Either way, you figured it was an interesting item and use it to hold your hair back while you are working. You also had a WIRELESS HEADSET for when someone contacted you while working.

You also have the ability to create FORCEFIELDS, but you normally just use it to move stuff around or carry tiny items you might need. You've considered using them for hunting, but you really don't know how that would work.

Matesprit: None (has red feelings for Aaron)
Moirail: None
Kismesis: None (has black feelings for Tara, unrequited)
Auspitice: None

[enigmamystere]

Name: Kyobee Umsake
Age: 7 sweeps, fifteen years
Gender: Male
Constellation: Vulpecula
Blood Color: cobalt
Quirk: ~T^lks with ^n ^ir of superiority, but becomes kind when it benefits him.~
Lusus: Foxdad
Browser: Porunga
Fetch Modus: Leaf (put in pressed leaves in a book, have to find specific leaf for specific item)
Strife Specibus: staffkind
Trollian: vulpinePlanner (VP)
SGRUB Title: Bard of Void
World: Land of Fog and Mirrors (LoFaM)

==> Be the wily Fox ponce

What does that mean, "ponce"? You aren't sure, but you feel as though you've just been insulted. You wait for the user to put in a phrase you understand.

==> Be the smug Fox prick

Okay, now you know you've been insulted. You're willing to ignore it, though, as you don't like WASTING TIME.

Your name is Kyobee Umsake, and you are a CERULEANBLOOD. You are SEVEN SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. Your interests include LOGIC PROBLEMS, REAL-TIME STRATEGY GAMES and HUNTING. You like that last one the most, and good thing, too, or else your lusus would've starved a long time ago. As it was, FOXDAD was blind, and couldn't get food for himself. You really don't mind taking care of him, even if it did take time away from your GAMES.

He was still useful, even though he couldn't move from the cushion you made for him with your SEWING skills (not that you'd ever admit it). For one thing, he taught you how to MANIPULATE OTHERS to get what you want. You definitely like this ability, and you use it whenever you go over to your "friend's" hive. She is so gullible, making you whatever you want. She actually made your HIGH-PERFORMANCE HUSKTOP in exchange for watching a film with her. You forget the name of it, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it. She also made you a few STAFFS, one being made of WOOD and another being LIGHTWEIGHT METAL.

Personally, you wonder if she has a RED CRUSH on you or something. That thought is almost enough to make you feel bad for accidentally killing her lusus. Of course, you still don't, as your lusus was hungry and you have pretty much accepted the fact that you incapable of feeling any TRUE QUADRANT EMOTIONS. You doubt you'll ever feel anything even slightly romantic towards anyone. Probably a good thing, too, as those not only waste time but also energy.

You tend to GATHER KNOWLEDGE about everything, using the info as leverage over others. You occassionally (but, sometimes, not occassionally enough) give the info away, but you do have a CODE OF HONOR - if you promise not to share something, you keep it. Even if said piece of information is likely to eventually be revealed, anyways.

Of course, your quest for knowledge never sleeps. Sadly, you have to. The good news is that you can STAY AWAKE FOR THREE STRAIGHT DAYS. The bad news is that YOU SLEEP FOR A FULL DAY AFTERWARDS. It's a bit of a hassle, but you know full well when you're about to fall asleep and make sure to get back to your hive before then.

Speaking of, your hive is a quaint little thing. At least, that's what you tell everyone. You do this to hide the fact that it is rather large and, in your opinion, well-built building. You always prided yourself on your NATURAL INTELLIGENCE, which allowed you - as a grub, no less - to make a magnificent mansion in the middle of a forest. If you looked out to the North, you could see the mountain range that your "friend" made her hive in. If you looked East, you could see a slapdash hive on the edge of the ocean.

It's a guilty pleasure of yours, but you like the show DRAGONSPHERE. You have all of the DVD's of the original series. You felt like you could really connect with the main character, especially since he used a staff, just like you. Of course, you felt betrayed when he didn't have it in later spin-offs, so you don't watch those.

Matesprit: None (has red feelings for Beth)
Moirail: None
Kismesis: None
Auspitice: None

[ShadesofGrey18]

Name: Aquila Aperto
Age: around 8.5 Sweeps, or about 18 years
Gender: Male
Constellation: Aquila
Blood Color: Jade
Quirk: ````\ starts and ends his sentences with wings, doesn't use capita/_ization except for one-/_etter 'nicknames', rep/_aces a/_/_ 'l's, both upper and /_owercase with a 'perch', and uses a 'nest' instead of a period, /_ike so_ /````
Lusus: Eagledad
Browser: Thanatos (or Tanatos; it changes name by itself every so often)
Fetch Modus: Message (Items he puts into it are put into 'scrolls' that he has to attach to an arrow and shoot before it can be retrieved. Useful for getting items to others but not so much for himself.)
Strife Specibus: Bowkind. (With a special variant available for him later on)
Trollian: unboundAvian
SGRUB title: Seer of Hope
World: Land of Sky and Fields (LoSaF)

==> Be the laid-back Eagle guy

Your name is Aquila Aperto and you are about EIGHT AND A HALF SOLAR SWEEPS OLD. You are a JADEBLOOD, but due to being male, you DO NOT get to so much as see a MOTHER GRUB. Your interests include ARCHERY, FLYING WITH YOUR LUSUS, and generally BEING OUTSIDE. Due to being a JADEBLOOD, your skin and eyes are less sensitive to the HOT SUN of Alternia, so you take full advantage of that to feel the freedom the open sky provides... well, whenever Eagledad isn't asleep, anyway. Thankfully, your HIVE is higher off the ground, not unlike a nest, so it's pretty secure.

You have VERY SHARP EYES, which is very helpful with your archery; you built your BOW yourself, and are very proud of having done it. Having lived so far away from Alternian society, you don't really understand the pressure to FILL YOUR QUADRANTS, and as such have never really felt much in the way of romantic urges. That said, you do try to be KIND to the other trolls you know; they say FRIENDSHIP is a disease but you really don't buy into that.

The other trolls talked about a GAME they wanted to play and invited you. The concept made you tilt your head not unlike your lusus does when he's confused, as you tend to do when perplexed, but you agreed to play. Part of you is very excited to finally meet these other trolls.

Matesprit: None
Moirails: None (to start; eventually with Orcana)
Kismesis: None
Auspistice: None.

[DanteMGalileo]

Name: Orcana Vanisa
Age: 7 sweeps (~15 Earth years)
Trollian: delphinicDropper (DD)
Quirk: >Q> whale look what da meowbea$tfI$h dragged In... a bIg fat lo$a!
Constellation: Delphinus
Lusus: Dolphinmama
Blood Color: Violet
Fetch Modus: Operation
Strife Specibus: pokingstickKind
SGRUB Title: Thief of Rage
World: Land of Lava and Obsidian (Lolao)

== Be the queen bitch

Your name is Orcana Vanisa, and man is it hard to be as awesome as you! Your VIOLET BLOOD makes you a SEADWELLER, and it makes you all the more awesome. Your interests include TREASURE HUNTING, KEEPING THOSE STUPID LANDDWELLERS IN THEIR PLACE, and BEING YOU. You're just so cool.

Living with your lusus DOLPHINMAMA has always been great. As suits a troll with KICKASS ROYAL BLOOD, she's basically given you ANYTHING YOU WANTED. And to top it all off, she hunts for herself! Does anyone have a more awesome lusus than you? Yeah right.

You kind of SUFFER A LACK OF ONE EYE, which you DO NOT LIKE TO TALK ABOUT. Convinced that your AWESOME BLOOD would protect you, you STARED AT THE SUN. Alas, all it did was BURN OUT ONE EYE. It's your only flaw, really. Then again, it makes you LOOK LIKE A TOTAL BADASS.

Some of the other lameass trolls (LANDDWELLERS, OBVIOUSLY) have been talkin' 'bout dis new game. Somefin bout somefin stupid. Alas, your PALECRUSH is playing, so you suppose you'll join in dis lameass game.

Matesprit: None
Moirails: None (to start; eventually with Aquila)
Kismesis: None (to start; developed caliginous feelings for Arti later on)
Auspistice: None