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Thopez Orkave

Full Name: Thopez Orkave
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'10" | 104 lbs
Age: 6 sweeps.

Personality: The personification of mans best friend, although he takes things a little differently. He is a competitive person at heart and while he shoots to win everything he does, he refuses to even consider victory when his opponents are not thinking of their own victory as much as he is. As such, he tries his best to give advice and work as a 'Yes-Man' in order to pump them up.

Because of this, he comes off as a very obnoxious and snobbish person. Whatever his comrades find interest in, he follows behind them to work with them as a rival. Even if he is absolutely garbage in the said sport. Although he'd never show one part of him as it'd make him seem like someone easily angered. -Which he was.

Thopez is very impatient. Anything involving anything close to a beat or rhythm is difficult for him to do. Numerous clocks are smashed and many metronomes are destroyed in his attempt to overcome this obstacle. Once realizing that fate would be on his side in any situation, he simply does things and figures that his own pure genius will settle things on it's own.

As such he plans to be the Military Police equivalent within the fleet! A provostockraider to be exact! It's the perfect position to give people a kick in the ass to move and to maintain order. The perfect position for someone of his caliber! In order to make sure that he'd have no doubts in your ability, he decided to get himself acquainted with the old tales of the past! History does repeat itself, so at least he can be semi-prepared for his battle against fate!

-His luck hasen't grown thin on that department.

Physical appearance:

Strengths:

• Ability to spit rhymes.
  
• Vast knowledge of Alternian History
  
• A lot of Stamina
  
• Loyal, surprisingly.
  

Weaknesses:

• Uncoordinated attacks, usually just sends blind rushes hoping for the best.
  
• Relys too much on luck.
  
• -Has zero flow in his hot fire.
  
• Blinded by his idea of fate.
  
• Impatient.
  
• Always over exaggerates things.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Realizing fully what his destiny is. -He'd rather not know.
  
• Bad-luck charms.
  
• That someone better than him will stroll up.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• [Insert Troll!Soundcloud]
  
• Alternian History!
  
• Competitive sports.
  
• Long walks.
  
• Taking in new interests! -Although he acts like he had been doing it the entire time.
  

Dislikes:

• Fortune-tellers.
  
• Fire!
  
• Quitters.
  
• Really not into anything cat related. -It's a natural instinct that he simply cannot avoid.
  

Handle: concurrentGrunge
Typing Quirk/Color: you dont reΔLLY FOLLOW ΔNY sh1tty QU1RK 1n pΔrt1culΔr, 6ut speΔk w1th CONV1CT1ON!!
Blood color: Mustard/Gold
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Canis Major
Lusus: Large Woofbeast

God Tier Title: Prince of Time
Land: Land of Construction and Reverb
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batkind
Fetch Modus: uhh

Other:

- Woofbeast resides in a cave system just below the house. It leads it's prey within to catch and save for later consumption. As such the entire place reeks.

Phreml Awulof

Full Name: Phreml Awulof
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'2"
Age:  7 sweeps

Personality: Phreml isn't a very optimistic or positive gal. She's had many friends die and many loved things break on him so much that she just became dull. The catalyst was when she found out her lusus was nearing death. She knew that ol' Polly was, well, ol', but figured he'd live longer. While she still has hopes and desires, she's stuffed them down and nearly snuffed them out.

This has been beaten out of her so hard it isn't even funny. She doesn't really enjoy much anymore, simply being alive is enough for her. Why wish for more if it's going to go away? You can't even really get an emotion out of her anymore.

Phreml is also kind of paranoid at all times, since she constantly hears a monotonous ticking, like a large metronome, inside her skull. In addition to that paranoia, she has a tendency to be a little too rough with items and break them, so she is very, very gentle with everything.

Physical appearance:

Phreml isn't exactly the most kempt of trolls. She certainly practices basic hygiene, but her hair is a an unkempt mess that falls down to her mid-back; it hasn't been cut in awhile. She sweeps her bangs behind his ears because they reach to the middle of her throat. Her eyes have bags under them. She sleeps well but they just appear naturally.

She wears a t-shirt with her symbol on it, as well as gloves fashioned from duct tape. Black cargo pants are her preferred leg coverings, and she wears black shoes. She doesn't see a point in flaunting her blood color.

Strengths: Sees the potential uses for things rather easily, realistic outlook, not emotionally inclined to much, tanky immune system, gentle with things
Weaknesses: Only sees what he wants to see, super depressing and uncharismatic, toxins will fuck her up hardcore, is too gentle with things and won't try to exercise much strength on it
Fears/Insecurities: Everything dying or breaking. It's happened before, it'll happen again. Drowning, as well. She can't swim worth anything.
Likes/Hobbies: Nothing, really, at this point. Still harbors some sort of interest for music, specifically some sicknasty psychedelic guitar.
Dislikes: What isn't there to dislike anymore? Though she definitely despises any sort of time-telling device and will go out of her way to bust them and throw them out of her hive. She also really doesn't enjoy reptilians, something about their skin/scales freaks her out.

Handle: grievousCronos [GC]
Typing Quirk/Color: GC: what's even the po1nt? he's an abso1ute 1gnorant assho1e. both I and L are replaced with 1.
Blood color: Olive
Psionic Power: Can levitate up to 15 feet in the air. Doesn't do it much, in case she'd fall.
Symbol: A stylized clock hand
Lusus: A boneless pizza? I kid. It's a dying parrot.

God Tier Title: Mage of Time
Land: Land of Grey And Hourglasses
Derse or Prospit: Definitely Derse
Strife Specibus: Branchkind. She keeps a handful of them in his modus because they break so often.
Fetch Modus: Smash the grandfather clock to get the item that you want.

Other:
Her name is derived from bastardizations and scramblings of "ephemeral" and "flow".

#Troll #Gold #Mage #Time

Astero Erebus (Edited Psionic power)

Full Name: Astero Erebus

Gender:Female

Physique (Height/Weight): 5”1, 129 lb

Age: 7 solar sweeps

Personality:  Astero’s nature is somewhat akin to that of an asteroid, lazily floating around in orbit and refusing to leave their usual route unless forced to. She tends to only focus on what she considers important, that being having scheduled one-sided conversations with the stars, spontaneously dissociating, studying astronomy, and having more one-sided conversations but with her lusus instead (though her floaty lusus will occasionally respond with a few clicks or growls). It will take a quite a bit of pestering to convince her to deviate from her schedule, acting like a stubborn space rock in orbit, and do something else. The one who would most likely succeed at this would be her moirail, anyone else will experience more trouble attempting to persuade her to join in any activities. Her increased interest in space was mostly thanks to discovering the journals of her ancestor, who was both an astronomer and a skilled oracle, while exploring the ruins of an ancient tower. She does attempt to predict the future using the stars, but she struggles greatly to understand them and rarely makes any accurate predictions, the logs of her ancestor not giving her much help.

When it comes to talking about subjects she knows little about or that she doesn’t care about, the young troll won’t have much to say other than maybe throwing in a few opinions or observations here and there, almost certainly spacing out not a second after when she’s unable to think of anything else to say. Astero spaces out frequently, having trouble keeping focus on most things except for certain subjects. Important meeting? She’ll be staring blankly in a random direction, drowning in thoughts of questioning the credibility of reality, pondering aspects of astronomy that she has yet to study, and flashing back to past conversations with the stars and wondering what the next conversation will focus on, within 10 seconds of said meeting beginning. Concerning topics she does enjoy talking about, specifically astronomy, art, and aliens, she will speak much more frequently and will probably become the one to carry the conversation. Her other interests stem from her deep interest in space, having practiced drawing and painting in order to illustrate her research, anomalies spotted, and to paint brilliant stars on the walls of her hive using her own skill. However, she still hasn’t quite mastered art. Her research illustrations of planets and stars look somewhat like senseless scribbles by a very young troll still learning to use their newfound limbs. Nevertheless, she appreciates art, many times referencing to the starry night skies as works of art (and the area where her eyes usually drift up to when she spaces out). Being an avid space fanatic, Astero has taken it upon herself to study aliens as well, aspiring to befriend one. Unfortunately, this probably won’t happen, seeing that aliens were always culled. Knowing that she would encounter aliens when she reaches adulthood and joins the military might’ve excited Astero, but knowing she would only meet dead or soon-to-be-dead aliens makes her look towards adulthood with more dread than excitement. At the very least, she would be exploring the cosmos on a badass space ship.

Due to spacing out often, Astero is a very forgetful troll. The only thing she remembers well is her own basic personal info (Name, blood color, etc), research, and her schedule (but she does sometimes forget parts of it, though she has down a written schedule just in case). She’s likely to forget any special events if she doesn’t write them down on paper (she carries around a little book and pen on her person at all times because of this), or call someone she has known for only a few weeks by the wrong name. Despite this, the young troll is surprisingly observant, scrutinizing her surroundings or not very noticeable things. While spacing out, the majority of the time she’ll turn to examine her surroundings, the sky, and anything that would usually be brushed off as unimportant to other people. However, this makes it difficult for others keep her attention, much to the annoyance of those who talk to her.

Astero is able to stay relatively calm throughout most situations, rarely panicking and will either attempt to solve the problem or ignore it completely, setting it aside to focus on something else (usually it’s the latter). Because of Astero's lack of social skills, she’s not exactly the best comforter. But if someone like her moirail needs comforting, she’ll do her best, though she will pause repeatedly trying to think of the best words to say. In deeper relationships like matespiritship, Astero tries her absolute hardest to show her love for them, even letting them borrow her precious astronomy books or even make art for them. She feels more comfortable to be herself around them, leading her speak more frequently. Astero’s attitude around others is relatively neutral, offering a few smiles if she feels up to it or absent-mindedly nodding along to whatever conversation she’s been dragged into.
 
Physical appearance: A curly mess of short, black, and curly hair resides on Astero’s head, reaching down to just a few inches above her shoulders. A two bangs next to each other hang in the middle of Astero’s face. Her horns are flat with round corners, having a length of 6.5 inches and a width of 2.5 inches. One curly 3 inch long horn is at the base of each larger horn, protruding towards the outward side of the larger horn.

Astero’s jawline is more round than it is sharp, giving her a childish appearance. Her scleras are yellow, like any other troll. However, formerly dark grey irises have turned gold, sharing the same color of her blood, a permanent sign of approaching adulthood. However, the colored irises isn’t very noticeable, due to the color being similar to that of the scleras.

Since she paints/draws often, her hands are covered in a few specks of paint and other art materials. A few minor scars litter her arms, left by her lusus’ mandibles when she was a young troll ,who had just completed her trials, attempting to find a way to feed the colossal creature while keeping herself in one piece.

Because she exercises only occasionally (if pacing around the room, climbing stairs, and writing harshly counts) she isn’t very muscular. She’s a bit more on the chubbier side.

For casual wear, Astero will usually wear a white shirt with her symbol on it along with an open black jacket, the jacket bearing a single yellow stripe on each outer side of the sleeves and torso. Her pine-green pants are loose and comfy, decorated by numerous little knitted yellow stars that Astero added herself. As for shoe wear she'll wear simple black sneakers.

Strengths:

• Very observant.
  
• Able to remain calm and composed throughout most situations.
  Barely affected by insults.
  
• Has a wide span of knowledge on astronomy and some extensive knowledge of physics.
  
• Somewhat experienced with maces.
  
• Thinks before she acts (mostly).
  
• Skilled at improvisation.
  

Weaknesses:

• Very forgetful, has to write reminders down on paper.
  
• Has trouble focusing.
  
• Spaces out often/easily distracted.
  
• Not the best comforter.
  
• Stubborn about keeping to her schedule.
  
• Disorganized with almost everything other than her schedule.
  
• May get randomly moody and refuse to take orders from others, taking things into her own hands and possibly endangering herself and others.
  
• Mediocre reflexes.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Being trapped in small spaces.
  
• Being unable to see surroundings/going blind.
  
• Paranoid that reality will suddenly be revealed to be fake or suddenly come to an end.
  
• Extremely protective of her research, she fears that she may suddenly lose all of it.
  
• A mild fear of having no one to share her love of space and her predictions with.
  
• Hostile and dangerous creatures/people who are exceptional at stealth and rely on ambush tactics.
  
• Fears that she’ll never become as skilled as an oracle as her ancestor once was.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Everything related to space.
  
• Fluffy objects.
  
• Frequent one-sided conversations with the stars.
  
• Researching astronomy.
  
• Painting/drawing.
  
• Stargazing on her large lusus as it calmly flies around.
  
• Science fiction movies/tv shows.
  
• Dabbles in crocheting and knitting occasionally.
  
• Spacing out at the time most inconvenient to everyone else.
  

Dislikes:

• Being bossed around (though is able to tolerate it for a limited amount of time).
  
• Having her schedule interrupted without warning.
  
• Having the few paintings she considers good insulted.
  
• Others carelessly handling her research journals and astronomy/physics/etc books.
  
• Loud noises.
  
• Small and restrictive spaces.
  
• Large crowds.
  

Handle: nebulasEye [NG]

Typing Quirk/Color: A s t e r O  l i k e s  t O  g i v e  h e r  l e t t e r s  s O m e  s p a c e  a n d h e r  O s  s O m e  s i z e .

Blood color: Gold

Psionic Power:

• BLANK OUT: Allows the user to cause their target to "space out" for 3.5 seconds, causing the target to very briefly forget their next action and their situation, leading the target to be confused. In order for this psionic power to activate, the user must maintain direct eye contact with the target for at least one second. The power's effectiveness (the amount of time that the target blanks out) decreases if it's used multiple times in a short span of time. Abuse of the power leads to two side effects (which usually occur within 30 minutes of overuse): mild double vision and decreased focus. BLANK OUT has no effect on denizens.
  
  The user can use BLANK OUT on themself in order to cancel out mind controlling powers ranging from weak to moderate.
  
  
• Moderate telekinesis.
  

Symbol:


Lusus: A mostly docile, white tomopteris of an impressive length (278.5ft long) with slender and gentle tendrils that vary in length, the longest tendrils being 150ft long. Boasts two intimidating mandibles. Usually found gracefully soaring through the sky, circling Astero’s tall hive or resting on it. It lets out a glass shattering screech in order to alert Astero of danger, when it's hungry, or to scare off intruders. Known as Tendrilmom

Due to its lack of speed and combat capabilities, it's not that dangerous to others. But its ear-piercing screech is enough to send most enemies/intruders on their way.

God Tier Title: Mage of Light

Land: Land of Fog and Feathers

Derse or Prospit: Derse

Strife Specibus: Macekind, Artkind

Fetch Modus: Orbit Modus: Items in the inventory will appear in a clustered (depending on the number of items) ring formation around the player when the Sylladex is open. The items will circle in a fixed orbit around the user at an adjustable speed, the speed ranging from 2 mph to 68 mph.

Other:

• Has gone FLARPing before, which is how she retrieved her dual chain maces and her grappling hook, but rarely goes out FLARPing. She prefers to spend the majority of her time researching and doing other activities.
  
• Uses maces only because they look similar to asteroids.
  
• Despite having a schedule, she's disorganized with almost everything else. She has a tall book shelf but is sometimes too lazy to put books back, therefore a 3ft tall stack of books has piled up on her desk.
  
• Owns 25 sweaters and jackets each and has only 5 shirts suitable for warm weather.
  
• Has emergency earplugs on her person just in case her lusus screeches without warning.
  
• Alternates between jobs because she keeps getting fired for spacing out too often.
  

The Magnus~

Title: The Magnus~
Full Name: Sonaro Beatri
Nickname(s):
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'0, 165 lbs.
Age: 26 sweeps.

Personality: Magnus~ was one of the loudest mouthpieces of the lowblood rebellion. He is a brazen and cocky individual with charm to boot. He never missed a chance to show off his impressive psionic skills and inspire those under him to fight back against the regime of the heiress.

Physical appearance: The Magnus was a tall, lanky troll with a large pompadour and curled horns. He wears a pair of pink and blue bedazzled goggles and a black cloak with pink highlights. He also wears a pair of knee-high mauve boots.

Typing Quirk/Color: doubles o's and ends sentences with ~. types in pink to hide his blood. uses various emoticons. 2B)
Blood color: Gold
Symbol: Natural symbol in music
Lusus: Large insectile bat.

Strengths: The Magnus~ is a confident and intelligent spy with the wit required to improvise on the spot.
Weaknesses: Magnus cares way too much about his looks and image.
Fears/Insecurities: The Magnus~ fears nothing babe~
Likes: Flirting, infiltrating highblood meetings, talking about himself.
Dislikes: Listening to other people, highbloods, frizzy hair.

Weapon of Choice: Mirror's Echo (Advanced Microphone.)
Psionic Power: Audiokinesis. The Magnus~ can project his voice and silence others, accelerate himself with sound waves, and throw his voice. (Like intense ventriloquism).

History: The Magnus~ was enslaved for the earlier portion of his life and used as a siren alarm for large highblood villas to warn them of incoming rebels. One evening he ran out of energy to project his voice with and passed out. The lowbloods were able to enter without alarm and free him from the bonds and machines attached to him. From that night on, he dedicated his life to overthrowing the heiress. He snuck into many highblood meetings in his lifetime disguising himself as one of them, then he transmitted information to the rebel leaders becoming an invaluable asset to the lowbloods. Until the day the highbloods expected a spy amongst themselves. He was found, shackled, and tortured until he emitted a sound so loud it killed everyone within the area, and himself.

Other:

Octane Beatri

Full Name: Octane Beatri
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Somewhat tall, thin, slightly muscular.
Age: 7 sweeps

Personality: Octane is an underground troll DJ with a quiet, but extremely loyal fanbase. The limelight is his element and he loves the attention. He works night and day on his songs and puts his heart and soul into his music but his true passion is just being a celebrity. He genuinely does try to do the right thing in most scenarios but would never do anything to jeopardize his fame. He is a people pleaser with an overwhelming intent to entertain. Despite being a lowblood his celebrity status earns him a very posh life. He moves from hive to hive doing shows all over the planet so he never has a permanent place to stay, so he tries his best not to get attached to people or places.

Physical appearance: Octane is a tall troll with long, curvy horns and slicked back hair. He wears a headset in his blood color and sparkling pink and blue ladder shades. His 'casual' clothing is a pink and black hoodie with his symbol on it, pink sweatpants, and black sneakers with pink stripes. However he is known to wear many flashy outfits at his shows.

Strengths: Octane is a people person, with intense charisma and style. He is very well liked and can hold a conversation with ease. He is very fast.
Weaknesses: Octane cannot stand to be hated, (unless it's the romantic kind), so he will do whatever it takes to make someone like him. This is not a good thing.
Fears/Insecurities: He fears losing his fame and becoming washed up.
Likes/Hobbies: Octane enjoys writing music, designing outfits, and collecting lucky charms.
Dislikes: Octane hates being ignored and not being liked.

Handle: benignAudio
Typing Quirk/Color: Doubles the letter o and frequently inserts hashtags into sentences. Types in his blood color.
Blood color: Gold
Psionic Power: Octane has audiokinesis. He can project his voice to a volume loud enough to deafen anyone close to him, use echolocation, accelerate his movement with sound waves, and silence anything that produces sound.
Symbol:                Symbol for natural used in music.
Lusus: A large female insectile bat.

God Tier Title: Heir of Light
Land: Land of Beats and Glow
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: microphonekind
Fetch Modus: Hopscotch. The user has to rythmically dance to unlock cards stored in the inventory.

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