Post by jessie on Feb 28, 2016 17:33:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Kamulo Entine
Nickname(s): Kammy, Kam, Sylph of Mind, CE, cirrostratusEmulsifier
Age: ~6 1/2 sweeps
Height: ~5'7"
Weight: 117(lb)
Gender: Female
Race: Troll, Cerulean
Alliance: SGRUB Player, Prospit Dreamer. Lawful Neutral.
Home: Alternia - Land of Caves and Keys -
Franchise: Trollbound, DCStuck, OC
Physical Description
Refer to Pictures.
Weapons and Accessories
You ended up with a SCISSORKIND SPECIBUS. You tend to just carry around an ASSORTMENT of SMALL SCISSORS, just in case. You suppose it isn't the worst it could be, since it's all you had at the time. However, sometimes you feel a bit JEALOUS of other's, wishing you could change your SPECIBUS.
The best weapon you have made AS OF YET would have to be the FLITCH MEGASHEARS. They're like half your size, but still light enough to swing around. They're covered in pink POLKA-DOTS, for UNKNOWN REASONS. But it looks SUPER RAD, is the point.
Abilities/Powers
You will be the first to admit you did NOT GET VERY FAR up your ECHELADDER. You didn't have the time or FORETHOUGHT TO THINK, maybe it would be smart to level up some. But you didn't, and now here we are, staring at your EMBARRASSINGLY LOW RUNG.
You did GODTIER, however, though you didn't do much with that either. You tiered on ACCIDENT, anyways. At least you have WINGS, that's PRETTY SICK. You're also a bit too good at the SHOOSH-PAPS, and it took you much too long to realize that was connected to your CLASSPECT ABILITIES.
But besides that, you have your bloodclass ability. You have TELEPATHY, though not as strong as a lowerbloods would be, it sure GETS THE JOB DONE.
Weaknesses
You have a terrible habit of PITYING EVERYONE YOU COME ACROSS. It's horribly annoying and time-consuming, and you don't know why you insist on PSYCHOANALYZING your VICTIMS, but it causes you to let a few too many go. You also tend to DAYDREAM a lot, prompting people to tell you to get your think pan out of the CLOUDS.
Also, you're COMPLETE SHITHIVES at the STRIFE thing. You TRIED YOUR BEST, but you fucked up and are now SEVERELY UNDERPOWERED, if we're being honest here.
Skills
Due to having rather STRONG EMOTIONS about CLOUDS, you've taken up PAINTING in order to try and replicate the sky's beauty. You're RATHER GOOD at it, but you find that you still have not reached the level of PERFECTION you desire. The artist is their own worst critic.
You've also got an interest in BAROMETRY, since you cannot actually go outside while the sun is out. So you took it up, so you can ACCURATELY GUESS at what the weather is like. It's very useful for your ARTISTIC ENDEAVORS, because actually LOOKING AT THE CLOUDS would be bad. You've amassed quite a COLLECTION OF WEATHER PREDICTORS.
You are also, as mentioned before, gifted with TELEPATHY. You weren't sure if this was a SKILL or an ABILITY. You use this skill to MANIPULATE others into DOING YOUR BIDDING, at least for a little while, and it works best if they're caught off guard. You could probably also use it to SEND MESSAGES, you guess.
Personality
Your name is KAMULO ENTINE, and today is not your wriggling day. Your wriggling day was quite a while ago, so long that it's almost about time for the next one. You like the SKY, so much so that you built your hive VERY HIGH UP so you could be closer to it. UNFORTUNATELY, the type of sky you like most is the DAY SKY, and you are not a JADEBLOOD. In fact, you are a CERULEANBLOOD. This should afford you MANY PRIVILEGES as an ELITE, but it doesn't seem to affect you, as you are so HIGH UP and FAR AWAY from other trolls. You have to use your INHERENT TELEPATHY to lure other trolls to your hive, and then you kill them to use their BLOOD FOR PAINT, feeding the rest to your LUSUS. At least, that's what's supposed to happen. Often, you ACCIDENTALLY START TALKING TO THEM, and end up LETTING THEM GO, because they have enough on their plate without you KILLING THEM. This makes your LUSUS mad too, but she has the ability to hunt for herself, she can DEAL WITH IT. You're prone to DAYDREAMING, about a multitude of things, mainly about ALTERNATIVE POSSIBILITIES for your life. You also have MANY FRIENDS, who you met through TROLLIAN. You've never actually seen any of their faces. It's fine. You have a tendency to, er, MICROMANAGE. Your friends are HAPPY FOR YOUR ADVICE, you're sure. You just like to HELP them through their PROBLEMS, even if it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. You would make a GREAT MOIRRAIL, which is why it doesn't make sense that NONE OF YOUR QUADRANTS ARE FILLED. You're halfway to 7 SWEEPS, and the clock is ticking, so it's understandable that this makes you SUPER WORRIED. But it'll all turn out fine, YOUR FRIEND has offered to play a GAME with you and some others, you're sure to find someone in there.
History
When you had just crawled out of the WRIGGLING CHAMBERS, a birdlusus swooped down and CARRIED you away. You thought you were GOING TO BE EATEN, but it was just claiming you, silly grub. You called her COLUMBA, or sometimes BIRDMOM. You built your hive UP HIGH, for your LUSUS to nest and you to be closer to the CLOUDS.
UNFORTUNATELY, this hive placement had DISADVANTAGES. It was SO FAR from all other troll-life, it was HARD TO SURVIVE for a while. And no SOCIALIZATION means no QUADRANTS. OOPS. Still, it's nice, and its yours, and you've SURVIVED THIS LONG, so you'll figure it out.
One of your TROLLIAN friends told you about this GAME, and you agreed to play it with them. There were other trolls you didn't know playing it, and so you went into it ENTIRELY SELFISHLY, looking for someone to QUADRANT UP with. After all that HAPPENED, though, you kind of stopped CARING AS MUCH about that.
In the MEDIUM, you found yourself in the LAND OF CAVES AND KEYS, or LOCAK. It put your hive in one of these CAVES, in fact. The ground was covered in KEYS of all sizes, some small and just laying on the ground, and some huge, sticking out of the LAND like metal monuments. The CONSORTS were lovely, darling little TURTLES. The SKY was always CLOUDY, swirling grey, blocking out all direct light. It was nice. A bit DREARY, but wonderful, to you. You could see the SKY in DAYTIME! You loved it. Unfortunately, your LUSUS tried to FLY UP INTO THOSE CLOUDS, and came back down DEAD. Turns out the CLOUDS were ACIDIC or something. You PROTOTYPED her into your SPRITE.
But the fact still remains that you're KINDA CRAP at STRIFING, so your IMPS managed to KILL YOU ON YOUR QUEST COCOON. Suckers, they didn't realize what they were doing, driving you back like that! It was FAR TOO EARLY, and you didn't really KNOW WHAT TO DO. You were more focused on SURVIVAL than BETTERING YOURSELF. Though the WINGS gained were a super nice perk.
Which is probably why you consistently got SMACKED SO HARD. You died about 6 times before it was finally deemed HEROIC - your DENIZEN, ARGUS, started an earthquake, which started to knock over KEYS, endangering the lives of your CONSORTS and a couple FRIENDS who had come through your GATE. You used your FLITCH MEGASHEARS to cut apart many of the KEYS before they did anything more than terrain damage, but eventually, you weren't fast enough, and got CRUSHED BY A KEY yourself.
Now you're dead. You're not sure where you are. But something tells you, you still have POTENTIAL.
Other
She types normally though she does capitalize for Emphasis on occasion, but not every time. She has a thing about 9s, and wh9n frustr9t99 sh9 will 9l9c9 9 '9' 9nywh9r9 th9r9 w9s 9 l9tt9r with 9 h9l9, m9king h9r 9 9it inc9m9r9h9nsi9l9. Hex code 1979e6
She's based on the constellation Columba, the dove.
Tangram Fetch Modus - has to manipulate shapes into the vague silhouette of the item she wants.
Picture(s)
Full body + Godtier: s10.postimg.org/3n8ulo62x/IMG_20160228_162546.jpg
Sprite + Bust + Lusus: s7.postimg.org/ngp3ete97/IMG_20160228_162520.jpg
Nickname(s): Kammy, Kam, Sylph of Mind, CE, cirrostratusEmulsifier
Age: ~6 1/2 sweeps
Height: ~5'7"
Weight: 117(lb)
Gender: Female
Race: Troll, Cerulean
Alliance: SGRUB Player, Prospit Dreamer. Lawful Neutral.
Home: Alternia - Land of Caves and Keys -
Franchise: Trollbound, DCStuck, OC
Physical Description
Refer to Pictures.
Weapons and Accessories
You ended up with a SCISSORKIND SPECIBUS. You tend to just carry around an ASSORTMENT of SMALL SCISSORS, just in case. You suppose it isn't the worst it could be, since it's all you had at the time. However, sometimes you feel a bit JEALOUS of other's, wishing you could change your SPECIBUS.
The best weapon you have made AS OF YET would have to be the FLITCH MEGASHEARS. They're like half your size, but still light enough to swing around. They're covered in pink POLKA-DOTS, for UNKNOWN REASONS. But it looks SUPER RAD, is the point.
Abilities/Powers
You will be the first to admit you did NOT GET VERY FAR up your ECHELADDER. You didn't have the time or FORETHOUGHT TO THINK, maybe it would be smart to level up some. But you didn't, and now here we are, staring at your EMBARRASSINGLY LOW RUNG.
You did GODTIER, however, though you didn't do much with that either. You tiered on ACCIDENT, anyways. At least you have WINGS, that's PRETTY SICK. You're also a bit too good at the SHOOSH-PAPS, and it took you much too long to realize that was connected to your CLASSPECT ABILITIES.
But besides that, you have your bloodclass ability. You have TELEPATHY, though not as strong as a lowerbloods would be, it sure GETS THE JOB DONE.
Weaknesses
You have a terrible habit of PITYING EVERYONE YOU COME ACROSS. It's horribly annoying and time-consuming, and you don't know why you insist on PSYCHOANALYZING your VICTIMS, but it causes you to let a few too many go. You also tend to DAYDREAM a lot, prompting people to tell you to get your think pan out of the CLOUDS.
Also, you're COMPLETE SHITHIVES at the STRIFE thing. You TRIED YOUR BEST, but you fucked up and are now SEVERELY UNDERPOWERED, if we're being honest here.
Skills
Due to having rather STRONG EMOTIONS about CLOUDS, you've taken up PAINTING in order to try and replicate the sky's beauty. You're RATHER GOOD at it, but you find that you still have not reached the level of PERFECTION you desire. The artist is their own worst critic.
You've also got an interest in BAROMETRY, since you cannot actually go outside while the sun is out. So you took it up, so you can ACCURATELY GUESS at what the weather is like. It's very useful for your ARTISTIC ENDEAVORS, because actually LOOKING AT THE CLOUDS would be bad. You've amassed quite a COLLECTION OF WEATHER PREDICTORS.
You are also, as mentioned before, gifted with TELEPATHY. You weren't sure if this was a SKILL or an ABILITY. You use this skill to MANIPULATE others into DOING YOUR BIDDING, at least for a little while, and it works best if they're caught off guard. You could probably also use it to SEND MESSAGES, you guess.
Personality
Your name is KAMULO ENTINE, and today is not your wriggling day. Your wriggling day was quite a while ago, so long that it's almost about time for the next one. You like the SKY, so much so that you built your hive VERY HIGH UP so you could be closer to it. UNFORTUNATELY, the type of sky you like most is the DAY SKY, and you are not a JADEBLOOD. In fact, you are a CERULEANBLOOD. This should afford you MANY PRIVILEGES as an ELITE, but it doesn't seem to affect you, as you are so HIGH UP and FAR AWAY from other trolls. You have to use your INHERENT TELEPATHY to lure other trolls to your hive, and then you kill them to use their BLOOD FOR PAINT, feeding the rest to your LUSUS. At least, that's what's supposed to happen. Often, you ACCIDENTALLY START TALKING TO THEM, and end up LETTING THEM GO, because they have enough on their plate without you KILLING THEM. This makes your LUSUS mad too, but she has the ability to hunt for herself, she can DEAL WITH IT. You're prone to DAYDREAMING, about a multitude of things, mainly about ALTERNATIVE POSSIBILITIES for your life. You also have MANY FRIENDS, who you met through TROLLIAN. You've never actually seen any of their faces. It's fine. You have a tendency to, er, MICROMANAGE. Your friends are HAPPY FOR YOUR ADVICE, you're sure. You just like to HELP them through their PROBLEMS, even if it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. You would make a GREAT MOIRRAIL, which is why it doesn't make sense that NONE OF YOUR QUADRANTS ARE FILLED. You're halfway to 7 SWEEPS, and the clock is ticking, so it's understandable that this makes you SUPER WORRIED. But it'll all turn out fine, YOUR FRIEND has offered to play a GAME with you and some others, you're sure to find someone in there.
History
When you had just crawled out of the WRIGGLING CHAMBERS, a birdlusus swooped down and CARRIED you away. You thought you were GOING TO BE EATEN, but it was just claiming you, silly grub. You called her COLUMBA, or sometimes BIRDMOM. You built your hive UP HIGH, for your LUSUS to nest and you to be closer to the CLOUDS.
UNFORTUNATELY, this hive placement had DISADVANTAGES. It was SO FAR from all other troll-life, it was HARD TO SURVIVE for a while. And no SOCIALIZATION means no QUADRANTS. OOPS. Still, it's nice, and its yours, and you've SURVIVED THIS LONG, so you'll figure it out.
One of your TROLLIAN friends told you about this GAME, and you agreed to play it with them. There were other trolls you didn't know playing it, and so you went into it ENTIRELY SELFISHLY, looking for someone to QUADRANT UP with. After all that HAPPENED, though, you kind of stopped CARING AS MUCH about that.
In the MEDIUM, you found yourself in the LAND OF CAVES AND KEYS, or LOCAK. It put your hive in one of these CAVES, in fact. The ground was covered in KEYS of all sizes, some small and just laying on the ground, and some huge, sticking out of the LAND like metal monuments. The CONSORTS were lovely, darling little TURTLES. The SKY was always CLOUDY, swirling grey, blocking out all direct light. It was nice. A bit DREARY, but wonderful, to you. You could see the SKY in DAYTIME! You loved it. Unfortunately, your LUSUS tried to FLY UP INTO THOSE CLOUDS, and came back down DEAD. Turns out the CLOUDS were ACIDIC or something. You PROTOTYPED her into your SPRITE.
But the fact still remains that you're KINDA CRAP at STRIFING, so your IMPS managed to KILL YOU ON YOUR QUEST COCOON. Suckers, they didn't realize what they were doing, driving you back like that! It was FAR TOO EARLY, and you didn't really KNOW WHAT TO DO. You were more focused on SURVIVAL than BETTERING YOURSELF. Though the WINGS gained were a super nice perk.
Which is probably why you consistently got SMACKED SO HARD. You died about 6 times before it was finally deemed HEROIC - your DENIZEN, ARGUS, started an earthquake, which started to knock over KEYS, endangering the lives of your CONSORTS and a couple FRIENDS who had come through your GATE. You used your FLITCH MEGASHEARS to cut apart many of the KEYS before they did anything more than terrain damage, but eventually, you weren't fast enough, and got CRUSHED BY A KEY yourself.
Now you're dead. You're not sure where you are. But something tells you, you still have POTENTIAL.
Other
She types normally though she does capitalize for Emphasis on occasion, but not every time. She has a thing about 9s, and wh9n frustr9t99 sh9 will 9l9c9 9 '9' 9nywh9r9 th9r9 w9s 9 l9tt9r with 9 h9l9, m9king h9r 9 9it inc9m9r9h9nsi9l9. Hex code 1979e6
She's based on the constellation Columba, the dove.
Tangram Fetch Modus - has to manipulate shapes into the vague silhouette of the item she wants.
Picture(s)
Full body + Godtier: s10.postimg.org/3n8ulo62x/IMG_20160228_162546.jpg
Sprite + Bust + Lusus: s7.postimg.org/ngp3ete97/IMG_20160228_162520.jpg
Sprites by Nat: sta.sh/0186k9bwi4ut
