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Okrahm Seedot

Full Name: Okrahm Seedot
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5"6'.
Age: 6 (and a half!!) sweeps.

Personality:
Okrahm is dependable, yet aloof. Oftentimes distracted but the task at hand never forgotten. Whilst confident, sometimes doubtful. He's always kind of half and half with any given situation- looking at the bright and darker side of any circumstance. In fact, he's pretty half and half with most of the things he does. One day he may care immensely about something, but the following day he shows signs of apathy and disinterest.

His memory is known for being quite bad, especially if he's found a project for him to work on for a day and then subsequently give up for another project. However, he remembers the more important or less checked on details that any other troll may forget.

Being easy to talk to, Okrahm is easily approachable and friendly; and has been in a multitude of pale relationships with various trolls- until either they no longer required each other anymore or Okrahm had merely forgotten their existence one day. (you can bet your ass it's a 50/50)

He spends a lot of his time either at his husktop or his makeshift workshop. Thusly Okrahm is very knowledgeable with machines and is keen to reverse engineer them if possible. Most of the time he's up to date with the 'Hot new Tech' that Alternia has to offer- and is more than happy to engage in a conversation about it.

Physical appearance:

Appearance:

Strengths:
He's innovative when it comes to machinery, he's a pretty good programmer, Okrahm understands other's wants and needs, resistance to being spooked.
Weaknesses:
His disregard for subjects and general forgetfulness can put him off as insensitive, Okrahm can easily come off as overconfident and terrible simultaneously causing unpopularity, wears socks and sandals at the beach, does not do well with pain.
Fears/Insecurities:
Being ridiculed or called out (to which he'll respond angrily), Meeting a problem that can't be solved via trial and error, irrational fear of fuchsia and violet blooded trolls. (shit's supposed to stay on land, man)
Likes/Hobbies:
Despite never really finishing many projects he is extremely happy whenever one is finished and actually good. One of his hobbies is the art of robot-making; they're all over his hive already, with questionable uses.
Dislikes:
Mean-spiritedness (highblood aggression specifically) gets on his nerves and really grinds away at his patience. He prefers the warmth to the cold, and would really not like being too cold.
Handle: apatheticPipedreamer
Typing Quirk/Color: Two letter2 change, really 2uck2 when 1 have to type code though.
Blood color: Jade
Psionic Power: Magnet hands. (Using one or two hands, depending on style points, he's able to pull or push metallic objects closer/away from him. Using both, he's able to stabilize an object in mid-air.
Symbol: (See appearance)
Lusus: HAWKDAD, FUCK1NG 2TOP P1CK1NG ON THE ROBOT2

God Tier Title: Knight of Hope
Land: Land of Feathers and Code
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: keyboardKind, coinKind
Fetch Modus: Computerized
(Everything is in it's place in separate files... If only you remembered to name them)

Other: The scar on his eye is due to an accident involving robots. When he was relatively young, a robot he had been working on exploded- leaving a scar over his eye. He likes to tell people that he lost it in a fight though, which he won by the way.

SHWN Westing

Full Name: SHWN ‘Sherwyn’ Westing
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Shorter than most her age and built with an average frame
Age: 15

Personality: Sherwyn is a confident and individual go-getter, direct in her actions and blunt in speech. She tends to disregard most other people’s feelings and will take what she wants if it’s in reach. She has an indomitable spirit and surprising vigilance, more than ready to take on the world with her teeth and nails.
She has little patience for slow or seemingly pointless things, unaccustomed to delayed gratification and willing to bend things her way if they look even slightly malleable. When it comes to things like reading or learning, she does it out of necessity and seldom retains the information past is use-by date. While not dumb, she prefers to be street smart if smart about anything. She treats her friends as assets and her enemies as obstacles.
She’s flexible and versatile, ready and open for new challenges for her. She tries to view all things with rationality and logic, keeping her emotions to herself until they’re helpful or overflowing. Overall, Sherwyn is a vindictive spirit of wrath and controlled malice, bottled with a stopper of a cold gaze and emotional detachment.

Physical appearance:

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Sherwyn probably gets picked on for her height, but her condescending glare behind her oval spectacles usually stops any sideways glances. She carries herself as though she is herself high enough above the people around her that she needn’t even bother to seem aloof, her gaze somewhere between placid and icy.
Her brown hair is about neck length and cut in a bob, straight and usually held from the left side by a purple pin, separating it and folding the rest over to the right. Her eyes are a striking light lime, like pale gold tinged with bile, pencil thin eyebrows above them. Her nose is smallish and upturned, ears poking out slightly from the sides of her head and through her plain hair.
When it comes to clothes, she usually picks trendy styles and subdued colors. She’s partial to purple stockings under tattered jean short shorts, with red high top shoes and a purple and pink tank top that accentuates her curves.

Strengths: Independent, confident, direct, self-motivated, driven, hits hard for her size
Weaknesses: Insensitive, easily angered, feels the need to assert herself, bottles up her feelings until they overflow
Fears/Insecurities: Judgement from people she actually cares about, caring about people, opening up
Likes and Hobbies: Skateboarding, being dramatic, biking, herself, fisticuffs, yo-yo tricks, being a bit of a delinquent
Dislikes: Weakness

Handle: envictusTapestry
Typing Style: She types with perfect syntax and punctuation, seldom using emoticons or special marks such as ‘?’ or ‘!’.
Eye color: Pale yellow-green
Symbol: Eye of God

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Guardian: Foster Mom

God Tier Title: Thief of Hope
Land: Land of Seraphim and Conquest
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Bladekind
Fetch Modus: Confidence modus: When the user acts on their confidence, a meter raises. Whenever an item is added or retrieved from the modus, it depletes the meter depending on the value of the item. If the meter reaches zero, all the contents are ejected. Needless to say, this is pretty easy to use for her.

Other:

Luurth Iprame ((Dancestor)) ((done? needs checked))

Full Name: Luurth Iprame
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Five foot three and 153 pounds.
Birthdate: May 16th, 2000
Age: 17 years human, 7.85 sweeps Alternian
Physical appearance: Luurth has an angular face, which is easily shown thanks to his hair, shoulder-length but swept away from his face and pinned behind both ears, split in the middle. His horns begin at the side of his head, around where the human temple would be, and bend backwards until they come back to the point where they started, where they continue straight forward, ending in a sharp point, save for the left one, which is blunt. His head is adorned by a cyan bandana above his horns and ears.

For clothing, he wears fingerless cyan gloves, a sleeveless black shirt with his symbol on it, a cyan leather-esque vest, black shorts and cyan Chuck-styled sneakers. His arms are adorned with cyan tattoos that swirl continually upwards starting at the wrist and ending at the shoulder.
Personality: Luurth is full of confidence, although this is partially to keep up appearances. If you told him to go jump off a bridge ((non-harassingly)) he's likely try it, just so it looks like he's got the confidence that he'd be alright.

Though it's not all false confidence that leads him to acting like an asshole to others ((-cough- tavros -cough-)), some of it truly does exist. Maybe not the overzealous confidence that everything will be fine, but he's confident enough in himself and his abilities to take care of himself.

He's even confident in his friends most of the time, but if they're trying something stupid he'll try to intervene. Which is ironic, considering that if you try to intervene for him doing something stupid he'll do his best to continue doing said stupid thing.

He's fairly laid back, though, as long as you're not suggesting things for him to do. Because he'll usually try and follow out on it, unless it's something like staring into the good ol' blinding Alternian sun.

Luurth is also fairly free-spirited. He'll make friends but he'll try not to keep anything too close, feeling that he'll just be weighed down. It's easy to be a friend for him, it's hard to be a good friend or above.


Handle: unregulatedInsurgent
Typing Quirk/Color: Cyan replaces e with 3, i with 1, a with 4, capitalizes every "L", adds a hyphen before each "o". UI: 4Lr1ght, y-ou w4nt m3 t-o-o pL4y th4t w31rd kn1f3 g4me? 1'm s-o g4m3 f-or th4t.
Blood color: Cyan
Symbol: Three triangles in a circle, connected at the tip of all three, with a single dot in the middle. ((Basically, a Triforce where each triangle is slightly rotated with a dot in the middle.))
Lusus: Emperor Scorpion

Strengths: Confidence, fairly laid back, free-spirited, high perception and unintended charisma.
Weaknesses: Confidence to a fault, gullible, weak to venom and natural poison, low physical strength & endurance
Fears/Insecurities: He fears death by the noose and he's insecure about his overconfidence.
Likes: Showing people he's "confident", relaxing, using soporific substances.
Dislikes: Being weighed down, periods without his soporifics, gallows.
Driving force: Doesn't quite have one.
Hobbies: Relaxing while under the effects of soporific substances.

God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alt. title Knight of Breath
Land: Land of Seas and Swallows ((LOSAS))
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Revolverkind, 2xRevolverkind
Psionic Power Low-grade telekinesis, only about 50 pounds can be lifted

Describe your character in three words: Gullibly cool fool
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Some rope and a knife

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: He'd give himself more actual confidence in the hope that he won't be an idiot
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Non

Other: His favorite number is 43.

Fetch Modus: Toxicity. You have to reach into the card, which is covered in poisonous spines.

Comedian/Six-Shot ((done in 1 day)) ((TW for uh... alluded rape))

Title: Comedian/Six-shot
Full Name: Luurth Iprame
Nickname(s): Comedian, SickShot ((The latter is a mishearing of Six-shot))
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Five foot nine and 184 pounds
Age: 11.54 sweeps ((Roughly 25 human years))
Physical appearance: The Six-Shot likes to keep his style simple, and is very reminiscent of one of Earth's western movie heroes. His hair is medium-length and swept back behind his ears, save for his bangs, which he brushes to the left side of his face. His horns begin at the side of his head, around where the human temple would be, and bend backwards until they come back to the point where they started, where they continue straight forward, ending in a sharp point, save for the left one, which is blunt. A smirk almost always adorns his face. Before I move on to clothing, there is one more thing to note - He has a brand on the left side of his neck, one of a triskelion ((although with an altered history pertaining to other ancestors, this brand can be changed))

For clothing, he wears a black Stetson atop his head, as well as a black leather duster, kept open, with a black shirt underneath. Pinned to the left side of his duster is a little metal version of his symbol, similar to a sheriff or deputy's badge.  He wears a cyan handkerchief tied around his neck ((although the brand still shows)) with needlessly long back-ends. He keeps his shirt tucked into his pants, which are cyan, and keeps the shirt in place by means of a black belt with three holsters - Two at the hip and one at the front. He also wears black boots that come halfway up his lower leg.
Personality: There's a reason he's called the Comedian - Not because he's particularly funny, but because he almost always has a snarky response. Commonly referred to as a "Wise guy", he's full of quick snaps at pretty much anything and everybody.

Though that's not to say he's a complete and utter douchebag. And that's not to say that he's an extremely nice guy. He's mostly out for himself and having fun by whatever means necessary. He's neither above or below deceit and trickery. He does what he has to do to survive and to keep himself going.

He's a firm believer in the fact that chaos and entropy rule everything, and lives by it - He's a wild and free soul, and will do his best to sever any ties he has to someone, unless they are within his perceived "Area of Acceptable Trolls". To be come one, you essentially have to be wild and free as well.

This can be rather difficult, though, since he holds one hell of a grudge. If he feels you've wronged him or one of his friends, he will hunt you down, fighting until his last breath to make you pay or admit sorrow and regret.

He doesn't really buy into the whole hemospectrum thing, but he doesn't oppose it either. He tries to make sure it doesn't affect him, although that's not something that can be guaranteed, since others may view the hemospectrum differently and, depending on their views, treat him differently.

He's brimming with self-confidence and it takes quite a bit to keep him down. His heart and mind are always ablaze with ambition, and the inferno will blaze until it is ultimately smothered, leaving him broken inside. He hopes this never happens, though.

Typing Quirk/Color: "0n3 0f th3s3 days i'm g01ng t0 3nd up in a n00se, sw1ng1ng fr0m th3 gaLL0ws. but untiL th3n, i r0am."
Blood color: Cyan, on par with Terezi's teal
Symbol: Three triangles in a circle, connected at the tip of all three, with a single dot in the middle. ((Basically, a Triforce where each triangle is slightly rotated with a dot in the middle.))
Lusus: Large emperor scorpion

Strengths: Great pistol accuracy, confidence in himself and his abilities, agile and dextrous.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence in himself and his abilities, low physical strength, tries his best not to be tethered to anything.
Fears/Insecurities: Funnily enough, he doesn't quite fear death - He embraces it, yet feels like he should spit in it's face. What he does fear, though, is how he'll die - The three highest are drowning, suffocation, and being hanged. He also fears that he'll get a matesprit or kismesis that will tie him down and prevent him from being free.
Likes: Revolvers, playing an acoustic guitar, doing whatever the hell he wants, freedom
Dislikes: Being tied down or having any sort of connection to anybody, having his spirit broken

God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alt. Knight of Breath
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Revolverkind ((both double and single action, he is capable of dual-wielding double action revolvers.))
Psionic Power: Low-grade telekinesis, only 50 pounds can be lifted. ((usually only used to speed-load his revolvers))

History: The Six-Shot has something of a history among other trolls. A chaotic neutral being, he's known for just about everything he can do. The kindest acts of compassion and the coldest acts of brutality both come from him. Because of his wild nature, it's hard to really give him a history - He doesn't speak much about the past either.

What he will say is that he spent a while travelling alone, doing odd jobs to keep himself sustained, or thieving when he couldn't get payed enough. He also spend a good while roughing it, giving him an edge on knowing what you can and can't eat.

His highest-ranking act of both cruelty and kindness go hand-in-hand. It is quite a tale.

The Six-Shot was once requested in his travels to find another troll's stolen amulet, given to her by her matesprit, and would be rewarded with some food and a place to stay the night. He agreed, and went out into the dust of the desert to track down the thief.

Little did he know, the thief was a local nuisance with a large gang of other trolls to follow her orders. An olive blood by the title of The Vicious - So named because she was essentially an outlaw and had very few qualms about anything. Nearing the building where they were believed to be hiding out, he was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head via a rifle butt.

When he awoke, he was tied up and the henchmen of The Vicious and she herself were there, ready to, pardon my French, beat the motherfucking shit out of him. This began with a red-hot iron, the end beaten into the shape of the symbol of the Vicious ((a triskelion, as you could likely guess)) pressed into his neck.

The Vicious took a special liking to him though, and kept him around for a sweep or so as her black lover-prisoner, although he didn't share the same feelings - Rather, he absolutely despised her. He was often doing physical labor for her and her gang, and they utilized his telekinesis whenever he would get too tired to continue. He also did things that he refuses to speak about.

It took him a while, but he eventually managed to sneak one of his revolvers back with him into his and her room. Being chained to the wall during the time in which they would sleep, he shot the chain off, which alerted her, but apparently nobody else. He grabbed her by the head and smashed it into the wall until there was a pool of olive blood underneath her and she no longer drew breath.

From there, he began a full-on assault on the compound he was being held in. He one-man-army'd it up in that bitch and took all of his things back, making sure that he didn't outright kill anybody, and rather, left them to bleed out or die from their wounds. Some, he shattered their kneecaps and elbows and threw them in the pit he was forced to dig.

He also found the amulet that he was searching for when he got into that mess. When all was said and done he returned the amulet back to it's rightful owner. She was glad that it was back, but asked why it took so long. He told her the story, and she offered much more in compensation for his trouble, but he refused, saying that "1 want t0 m0ve 0n and f0rg3t th1s 3v3r happ3n3d. y0u have a g00d day n0w." with a tip of his Stetson and continued on with his wandering, a mental scar and a physical scar of his brand.

((History can be altered to fit the ancestors of a troll in a roleplay, but this is the default.))

Other: Both Comedian and Six-Shot refer to him. His official title is Six-Shot but some accept Comedian as his title.
When he fires a revolver, he does a quick flip of the gun, taking roughly a second. When dual-wielding double actions, he'll fire left and then right, followed by throwing both in the air and catching them with the other hand. This takes a second and a half.

Very much inspired by Novakids from Starbound. Mostly just the western aesthetic, though. ((I actually wrote a lot of this while listening to the Novakid theme ))

Melody Pythos [Done]

Full Name: Melody Pythos
(Melody - An effeminate name suggesting of song and the name of a girl whose singing brought forth a God. Pythos - In reference to the legend of Pandora: The container which has nought in it but Hope.)
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft (Horns none inclusive) - You're yet young, however something tells you that you have reached your full potential in this department.
Age: 6
Physical appearance: You see before you a young female troll, seemingly a waif of a girl with little about her but the plain, light clothes that flow over her as a river of cloth over the gentle plains of her lithe and athletic form.

Her face is rounded and innocent, graced ever by a young smile full of all that is nice in this world, too young yet to be called beautiful and yet so aglow with life that there is no other word for it.

Though far from the royalty of those of her blood, she holds herself with a natural dignity and grace that is undeniable. Her hair, as black as the night and soft and smooth as silk flows down the entirety of her body, giving contrast to the glistening grey of her skin.
Her horns are to graceful, spaced reasonably apart on the crown of her head and curving ever so slightly backwards giving them an almost windswept look.

Though she would not admit to this description, her modesty too much to allow it, she is a wonder to behold.

//Smol moe siren girl with an innocent and hopeful expression.\\
Personality: A smollness so precious that it must be protected.

Melody is a soft spoken and gentle person with a predilection towards the happy and optimistic. She is hopeful in a naïve and yet philosophical way, the sort of person whom can find a reason to smile in any situation and does her best to make everyone around her feel the same.

She is very musical and loves nothing more than singing, even when she's the only one to hear, and unlike just about every fictional singer ever, she doesn't mind an audience, and is certainly good enough to captivate one.
She believes in the magic of music, and her in game 'fighting' style matches this.

She's full of love and happiness and kindness and is just the slightest bit completely oblivious when it comes to romance. If someone got their feelings across she might not be able to handle it and would become flustered around that person. She's not an entirely lost cause though.

She just loves life.

After all, isn't this world truly and incredibly beautiful?

Handle: seasweptSongstress
Typing Quirk/Color: I am softly spoken, and like to write in a proper manner - even online - though I am sometimes prone to turning to purple prose and exaggeration. Fish puns are in my blood and I am so sorry for it.
#c50063
Blood color: Fuchsia
#99004d
Symbol: Treble clef

Lusus: Dolphinmom

Strengths: Her unrelenting optimism. Amphibious. Musical talent - Singing and instruments
Weaknesses: Not a fighter - Low AT, Low DF. Naïve - Easily taken advantage of. Romantically hopeless.
Fears/Insecurities: Fear of being unable to breath.
Likes/Hobbies: Basically everything.
Dislikes: She has yet to find one. (Please don't tell her about all the horrible things.)


God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alternates;
Maid of Hope
Sylph of Hope
Heir of Life
Land: The Land of Mist and Silence
Derse or Prospit: Prospit - Come on, she's too cute and innocent to expose to the hentai-waiting-to-happen that are the horrorterrors.
Strife Specibus: Flutekind, Voicekind
Psionic Power: None - As a joke, I was going to say 'Her singing voice has magical healing powers! It once made a blind man deaf!' but her singing voice is very beautiful.

Describe your character in three words: Love, Life, Music

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?:
What, you mean before she swam away? Her flute and maybe some binoculars.

Other:
Her Dancestor is Ramiel Pythos, Bard of Hope. Her Ancestor was the Songstress.
Her denizens would be the Angels and her associated bird would be seagulls.
Inspired by one of the most beautiful pieces of music in a movie ever.

#Troll #Fuchsia #Heir #Maid #Sylph #Hope #Life

Dessia Euterp

Full Name: Dessia Euterp
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’7’'
Age: 7.4 Alternian solar sweeps (16 earth years)

Personality: Dessia is a very sure of herself toll, so sure of herself that it can become a danger to her and others around. She is sure of her abilities and strength after years of tussling with her Lusus for fur clippings to use in her projects. She doesn't mind handing out advice, you know..Not that she is any good at it. She is a sweet troll, if not a little too honest, and will listen to you over a cup of hot tea.. if you don’t mind all the eyes staring at you. She wants to distance her self from what her ancestor was, and how she was seen. She hate’s to be pitted due to the story of her Ancestors break down on stage, she doesn’t need their pitty. She has taken up Taxidermy to create clothing, jewellery, and furniture. Selling on a black market (she has mastered it). She is great with money and negotiation. (She is a little too good with money.)  

Physical appearance:

full body:

Strengths: She is loud, proud, and doesn't want your opinion. She tussles with her Lusus for years to clip its wool.
Weaknesses: She is very sure of her self, she isn’t afraid to kill, she has a lack of apathy.
Fears/Insecurities: fitting in to Social norms. Being seen as weird and crazy. She fears if she goes forward with her love of music that she would be shunned from the stages of alternate.
Likes/Hobbies: Bones, Taxidermy, nifty hats and proper etiquette, music.
Dislikes: Ugly hats, Poor manners, nagging.

Handle: lovelyBones
Typing Quirk/Color: Aqua (1ec7c7)
T = ✝
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Blood color: Aqua
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Alter
Lusus: Sheep

God Tier Title: Seer Of Hope
Land: Land of catacombs and mist -LOCAM
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Axe Kind
Fetch Modus: Operation

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