Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Jan 13, 2012 21:56:15 GMT -5
One of the most fun things about making a fantroll for me is writing the little blurb that introduces them. And since so many of us have fantrolls I'm just like, fuck it, let's make a topic where we can collect these blurb things!
full body
Your name is VOLANS EXOCET.
You are 7 AND A HALF SWEEPS old, and greatly await the day that you are able to LEAVE THIS BACKWATER HOME PLANET for good. Despite the fact that you are a SEA DWELLER, you find yourself more at home in the air than under the water. When you were younger, you liked to take flights on your flying fish lusus, at least until he was MURDERED by a HIPSTER GRUBFUCKER. You’ve made do the best you could, though you’ve had some close calls. Since then you have been working on developing a working FLYING DEVICE fitting your own CRIPPLINGLY SPECIFIC IDEALS.
Your hive is located at the base of a large cliff overlooking the water. The ocean surrounding your hive is littered with the burnt out husks of PAST FAILED PROTOTYPES. Extending from your hive is a floating runway your lusus used to take off from. You now use it when testing your inevitably useless flying devices, which have an unfortunate habit of crashing into the ocean and EXPLODING.
You are an incredibly FLIGHTY person and are EASILY DISTRACTED. This often leads to disaster as you ARE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE OF MULTITASKING, and all attempts to do so lead to LESS-THAN-COMICAL MISHAPS. To make matters worse, you often WORK YOURSELF TO EXHAUSTION and are almost constantly SLEEPY. As a result you LACK ENTHUSIASM for most things that aren’t MECHANICAL AND AERODYNAMIC. Someday you’ll find the time for other things and learn that there is a life outside of machines.
During those unfortunate instances where you are forced into battle, you prefer to use the WRENCHKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS. This happens far more often as you’d like, as your tendency toward sarcasm has gotten you into more than a few fights. Your trolltag is aeronauticalPiscis and you tend to speak in a manner that gives an i^^pressi°n that y°ur head is in the cl°uds.
full body
Your name is ICRIUS LUROPS.
Your wriggling day has just recently passed, and you have turned 7 SWEEPS OLD. Exciting! You celebrated this day much as you do every day, by CLIMBING LARGE AND STEEP GEOGRAPHICAL FEATURES. In fact, you have made an entire profession out of this, something you like to call HORRORSCENDING. You hope that someday you may be able to convince the Alternian fleet to adopt this profession and that you will be able to lead a team of elite HORRORSCENDERS. However, your CHOCOLATE BLOOD means that the chances of this occurring are very slim, and you become INCREDIBLY IRATE when reminded of this fact.
In fact, there are numerous things that make you INCREDIBLY IRATE, to the point that you can be considered to have a HAIR-TRIGGER TEMPER. Whenever something sets you off, you have been known to become violent faster than even the most bloodthirsty of highbloods. Luckily for everyone else, you have a MOIRAIL strong enough to hold you back during most of these instances, though that often means you attack him instead. These explosions of RAGE contrast severely with your normal self, as you are normally quite CHEERFUL and EASILY EXCITABLE and a PLEASANT PERSON TO BE AROUND. Mostly. You can be said to be quite VAIN, particularly about your horns, which you keep perfectly and expertly trimmed. In fact, you are so enamored with your horns that you are particularly fond of anything that mimics their shape.
Your hive is located at the peak of one of Alternia’s many steep mountains, making it unreachable unless you are capable of expert HORRORSCENDING. Your woolbeast lusus taught you these techniques when you were young to help you navigate these mountains, and you have used them ever since. Sometimes the two of you have ASCEND-OFFS to see who can get to the top of the mountain quickest. Lately you’ve gotten the feeling that he lets you win so you don’t throw YET ANOTHER TEMPER TANTRUM, but you’re pretty okay with that.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is equipped with a PICKKIND SPECIBUS. After all, pickaxes aren’t just useful climbing tools, but also useful stabbing tools, and with all of the dangerous Alternian beasts roaming around, you need something that can give a good stabbing.
Your trolltag is vehementAlpinist and you t@lk in @ very excite@6le w@y! @^_^@
full body
Your name is VOLANS EXOCET.
You are 7 AND A HALF SWEEPS old, and greatly await the day that you are able to LEAVE THIS BACKWATER HOME PLANET for good. Despite the fact that you are a SEA DWELLER, you find yourself more at home in the air than under the water. When you were younger, you liked to take flights on your flying fish lusus, at least until he was MURDERED by a HIPSTER GRUBFUCKER. You’ve made do the best you could, though you’ve had some close calls. Since then you have been working on developing a working FLYING DEVICE fitting your own CRIPPLINGLY SPECIFIC IDEALS.
Your hive is located at the base of a large cliff overlooking the water. The ocean surrounding your hive is littered with the burnt out husks of PAST FAILED PROTOTYPES. Extending from your hive is a floating runway your lusus used to take off from. You now use it when testing your inevitably useless flying devices, which have an unfortunate habit of crashing into the ocean and EXPLODING.
You are an incredibly FLIGHTY person and are EASILY DISTRACTED. This often leads to disaster as you ARE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE OF MULTITASKING, and all attempts to do so lead to LESS-THAN-COMICAL MISHAPS. To make matters worse, you often WORK YOURSELF TO EXHAUSTION and are almost constantly SLEEPY. As a result you LACK ENTHUSIASM for most things that aren’t MECHANICAL AND AERODYNAMIC. Someday you’ll find the time for other things and learn that there is a life outside of machines.
During those unfortunate instances where you are forced into battle, you prefer to use the WRENCHKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS. This happens far more often as you’d like, as your tendency toward sarcasm has gotten you into more than a few fights. Your trolltag is aeronauticalPiscis and you tend to speak in a manner that gives an i^^pressi°n that y°ur head is in the cl°uds.
full body
Your name is ICRIUS LUROPS.
Your wriggling day has just recently passed, and you have turned 7 SWEEPS OLD. Exciting! You celebrated this day much as you do every day, by CLIMBING LARGE AND STEEP GEOGRAPHICAL FEATURES. In fact, you have made an entire profession out of this, something you like to call HORRORSCENDING. You hope that someday you may be able to convince the Alternian fleet to adopt this profession and that you will be able to lead a team of elite HORRORSCENDERS. However, your CHOCOLATE BLOOD means that the chances of this occurring are very slim, and you become INCREDIBLY IRATE when reminded of this fact.
In fact, there are numerous things that make you INCREDIBLY IRATE, to the point that you can be considered to have a HAIR-TRIGGER TEMPER. Whenever something sets you off, you have been known to become violent faster than even the most bloodthirsty of highbloods. Luckily for everyone else, you have a MOIRAIL strong enough to hold you back during most of these instances, though that often means you attack him instead. These explosions of RAGE contrast severely with your normal self, as you are normally quite CHEERFUL and EASILY EXCITABLE and a PLEASANT PERSON TO BE AROUND. Mostly. You can be said to be quite VAIN, particularly about your horns, which you keep perfectly and expertly trimmed. In fact, you are so enamored with your horns that you are particularly fond of anything that mimics their shape.
Your hive is located at the peak of one of Alternia’s many steep mountains, making it unreachable unless you are capable of expert HORRORSCENDING. Your woolbeast lusus taught you these techniques when you were young to help you navigate these mountains, and you have used them ever since. Sometimes the two of you have ASCEND-OFFS to see who can get to the top of the mountain quickest. Lately you’ve gotten the feeling that he lets you win so you don’t throw YET ANOTHER TEMPER TANTRUM, but you’re pretty okay with that.
Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is equipped with a PICKKIND SPECIBUS. After all, pickaxes aren’t just useful climbing tools, but also useful stabbing tools, and with all of the dangerous Alternian beasts roaming around, you need something that can give a good stabbing.
Your trolltag is vehementAlpinist and you t@lk in @ very excite@6le w@y! @^_^@
