Trollbound Notes Feb 5, 2013 1:14:21 GMT -5
Post by enigmamystere on Feb 5, 2013 1:14:21 GMT -5
Name: Rulett Doujou
Age: A bit more than 7 sweeps, or 16 years
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$take$.
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)
Kismesis: None (has black feelings for Tara, unrequited)