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Erolei Keefer

Full Name: Erolei " 'Lei " Keefer
Gender: Male.
Physique (Height/Weight):  6'3/126lbs. He's a rather lanky troll all around.
Age:  8 sweeps.

Personality:

Going by his last name, Keefer is a rather pleasant troll, despite being raised in less than desirable circumstances. He always likes to put the interests and personal desires of others before his own, using this as some sort of strategy in order to "fit in" more with society. He's obviously doing a lot wrong though, since he's often manipulated by his employers and so-called friends rather frequently. He can definitely tell, but hardly ever stands up for himself or just doesn't sugarcoat stuff. It's hard for people to take him seriously and not take advantage of him when he's just.. So nice.

Although he may be nice and kind of a pushover, he does have his limits. If something is extremely morally wrong, he'll definitely resist it.. But he has done some questionable things in his lifetime. That's the original reason why he'd left his cavern to become a farmer or someone more productive, to improve and repair himself as a person. He was also just really sick of eating raw grubmeat.

In battle, Erolei isn't exactly the most aggressive troll, much preferring to defend and try and talk his way out of situations.. Unless you get between him and someone he holds dear. He tries to suppress his primal urges most of the time, but when situations like this come up, he often just lets his body fully take over. On the topic of friendships, Keefer is extremely loyal to friends and quadmates, defending them with his life. He wants to better both them, and himself in the end.


Physical appearance:

Erolei is a tall, twiggy troll with rather long arms and legs, perfect for sprinting long distances and grappling onto things. His body is built more for survival than aesthetic, looking rather.. "Ugly", as some would and have said before. He looks more like a cryptid than a troll, but is just a gentle giant overall.

His hair is cut short and is often messy, sticking up straight in the air.. Kinda like a duck's ass. Despite its appearance, he tries to take good care of it and bathe as often as he can. His eyes are already partially filled in with his blood color, and are light-reflective like a cat's. His horns sit at the top of his forehead, curling just back out of it, hardly reaching the back of his head. Erolei is a rather fluffy boy, hair covering his arms and a bit on his chin. He also has killer sideburns.

His wardrobe mainly consists of overalls and red button up flannel, but he'll occasionally throw on a pair of ratty jeans and sneakers instead of his regular steel-toed work boots. He wouldn't trade his shirt for anything, given to him when he was just a young boy in the cavern he was raised in. Luckily, he's grown into it.

Strengths:

• His crushing physical strength, despite having little to no muscle.
  
• He possesses the ability to make friends rather easily.
  
• Keefer's appearance is likely to scare off any potential attacker.
  

Weaknesses:

• His extreme kindness is definitely one of his downfalls.
  
• He isn't exactly fluent in standard Alternian, speaking in only heavily broken Alternian and the shrill screech-language of his original brooding cavern.
  
• Often gives his heart to those that will shatter it, gives too many chances.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Erolei has minor body image issues, though he tries not to pay much attention to them.
  
• Failure, and disappointing his quads.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Farming, specifically harvesting animals for his boss, who happens to be a butcher.
  
• Making his own brews and jerky, with a little help from his employer.
  
• Visiting his "family" back in his ratty old cavern which he still considers home.
  
• Learning new skills/how to speak properly.
  
• Handing down the useful skills he has down to younger trolls.
  
• Socializing with the other farmhands and those at the market where he sells his junk.
  
• Gardening, though exclusively growing herbs and whatnot, such as lilac and sage.
  
• Playing guitar for trolls willing to listen and help him improve.
  

Dislikes:

• Trespassers.
  
• Pests that harm the crops and his own plants.
  
• Higher-blooded trolls. He can't be around anyone higher than purple, and even that's pushing it.
  
• Being demonized because of his heritage and appearance.
  
• Pompous asshats.
  
• Trolls who poke at him because of his odd southern drawl.
  

Handle: altruisticBotany [AB]
Typing Quirk/Color: You try and type as normally as you can, though you tend to forget words sometimes.
Blood color: Pure jade.
Psionic Power:  N/A.
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus:  Elkdad (or just Pops), one of the only lusii on the farm allowed to roam around freely. He was also one of the only living lusii in the cavern, as well.

God Tier Title: Knight of Breath
Land:  Land of Fog and Cults
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: forkKind, a large steel pitchfork with bits of blood splattered on it.
Fetch Modus: Never going to use this.

Other:

• Erolei is fluent in his cavern's own language of screeches and chirps,
  and has probably the nicest voice by their standards.
  
  
• His birth cavern is one of the dirtiest on-planet, and produces almost all of the mutants in the surrounding area. The jades here are filthy, and are usually all cannibalistic monsters looking vaguely similar to eachother, despite varying body types. They all feast on undesirable and sick grubs, living in large packs of 15-20 in the tunnel systems. This cavern basically has its own culture and everything, trolls on the surface labeling them as forest monsters and savages.
  Let's just say Erolei didn't get the warmest welcome upon first coming into a town.
  
  
• Ero's boss is a big beefy purple blood named Bittie. He's a pretty cool guy,
  but he isn't very social. He's always working on something, and is rarely ever seen relaxing.. Or seen in general.
  
  
• He works on Bits' farm, harvesting lusii and trolls alike to make into jerky and other "meat" based products that he sells at the market every weekend, along with 2 or 3 other farmhands. They tend to stay away from him.
  
  
• He probably could've been a country singer if he knew enough proper Alternian.
  

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.

Viseri Venjin (EDIT)

Full Name: Viseri Venjin
Gender: Female (uses she/her and they/them.)
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'6, 164lbs.
Age: 13 sweeps.

Personality:
Viseri's main quality is her ability to just.. Not give a fuck whatsoever. She has grown from a timid, wimpy troll into a casual killer since joining an underground fight club, and doesn't intend to go back to her old ways.

This being said, she is a very cold troll with a morbid sense of humor. In the arena, she is very cocky and enjoys taunting her opponents with information she digs up before each match. She loves getting into people's heads just to mess with them.

V isn't a complete asshole, though. She stays loyal to quads and friends, and is actually relatively kind to them. A word of advice; don't get on her bad side.

Physical appearance:
Viseri has short, fluffy black hair that she often ties back into a little rat pony-tail. She almost never lets her hair down, because she's ashamed of the poor job she did cutting it, plus her two little black moth antennae stick up. Her wardrobe changes a lot, but her main outfit mainly consists of bandages wrapped around her chest, a large bloodstained candy red jacket, and a pair of black soccer shorts. She prefers to walk around barefoot.

Strengths:

• Excellent fighter, especially unarmed.
  
• Immeasurable rage in the arena.
  
• Very, very large fear of dying again.
  
• Rainbowdrinker perks.
  
• Will become increasingly violent in a fight if she's losing.
  

Weaknesses:

• Pop her ego, and she'll just deflate.
  
• Hard to approach.
  
• Loud.
  
• Overly-confident.
  
• Big burly lowblooded trolls. She's weak for 'em.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Dying once again.
  
• Tyrians. Not that she won't fight them, it's mainly just fear that drives her to.
  
• Daywalkers.
  
• Very, very insecure about her body.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Reading.
  
• Gardening and supplying what food she can to the lowblood village she lives by.
  
• Fighting, of course.
  
• BIG. BURLY. LOWBLOODED. TROLLS.
  

Dislikes:

• Neat-freaks.
  
• Super clean areas.
  
• Being ignored.
  
• Water.
  

Handle: daylightWanderer [DW]
Typing Quirk/Color:#006633, all lowercase unless you want to EMPHASIZE IMPORTANT THINGS!!!! also, a LOT of EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!
Blood color:Jade, #008141
Psionic Power: N/A.
Symbol:

Symbol:

Lusus: Moth man mom, a giant moth who liked to wander off a lot.

Strife Specibus: 2xdaggerKind.
Fetch Modus: TBA.

Other:
mothman is real.

Cergas Sangin

Name: Cergas Sangin
Gender: Male
Physique: 6'3" 159 lbs.
Age: 7.85 Sweeps or 17.1 years

Personality: Cergas tries to be a friendly person, for people he doesn't know he shows basic respect and tends to appear calm around them. When asked for help he generally ends up helping them, he has trouble saying no to people. He has very intense views on individuals, this meaning if he cares about you he will do almost anything to aid you. But, if he hates you, you better be worried about your safety. But as mentioned before if you gain his trust and care, he will watch over you and risk everything for you. He generally appears calm and collected on the surface but on the inside he is picking at his choices, constantly analyzing what he does, how much he's helped, and whether or not he deserves to call himself a good person. He tends to have very intense emotional breakdowns when he believes he's alone and generally cries for hours at a time. Cergas is a fan of playing cards and generally never leaves the hive without a good deck, just in case a game approaches.

Appearance: Cergas is a generally relaxed person and his appearance shows it. He has thick untidy long hair. He has the beginning of a goatee growing, which he refuses to shave quite stubbornly. He generally lets his hair be loose but when things get serious, such as an intense cards game or combat, he pulls it back into a ponytail. His left eyebrow has a divide in it where you can see a small scar. He generally wears a grey button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he tends to have the top two buttons undone. He wears black jeans and a matching black leather belt, he wears combat boots for footwear.

Strengths: Cergas is a fairly charismatic person, and has a strange knack for psychology and reading people. He takes great pride in his ability to help people. He has a great amount of endurance. He's made a vow to himself to never stoop to any sort of physical self harm.
Weaknesses: Cergas' pride in his work is also his weakness. If someone were to insult his ability to help or counsel others he would grow furious. He secretly hates not being in a position of power, but not for any malicious reasons he purely loves the safety it gives him. Cergas has a lot of conflicting beliefs and is very self loathing.
Fears/Insecurities: Cergas has a very intense fear of being forgotten. It drives him to work himself to his limits and often times he tries to push beyond them. This is with very little success. He hates the idea of losing all respect and love from his friends and family. He fears he'll eventually screw up bad enough to lose it all at once.
Likes/Hobbies: Cergas is an intense lover of card games. Especially those involving money. His other hobbies include Baking, and Helping his friends, He also enjoys watching lighthearted comedy's.
Dislikes: Cergas has a mild dislike of horror movies but if invited to watch one with a group of friends will likely go. He has a deep hatred for all forms of bullying and will interfere with any he finds out about. He doesn't like boxed, baked goods at all. He thinks its a Cheap fake to baking from scratch.

Handle: crestfallenCrusader (CC)
Typing Quirk/Color: Cergas tends to capitalize the first letter of ords he feels are important. This isn't shown in how he talks. He also types in Jade green.
Blood Color: Cergas is a Jade blood and a Rainbow drinker.
Psionic power: None that aren't attributed to being a Rainbow Drinker.
Symbol:The symbol of the sun. (Look it up it'll be the first result.)
Lusus: Cergas' Lusus is a very, very large Salamander.

Godtier: Knight of Blood
Land: Land of Lies and Loyalty
Derse/Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Bolt action rifle/Polearms
Fetch Modus: Playing Card Modus

Lettie Scourl

Full Name: Lettie Scourl
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Slightly taller than average and lithe and trim in build
Age: 15 earth years

Personality: Normally, Lettie is pretty mellow and unreactive. She might let out a wry smile or crack a dry joke, but in general she’s pretty subdued, as though her mind is elsewhere. Lettie, however, is prone to obsessive rages. She might wake up one day and just want to hurt people, the next minute being as cool as a cucumber. It could be anything that sets her off, but excessively happy people are a gimmie. In a rage she’s vindictive and hurtful, in general a bit of an excessively violent bitch.
Whether angered or not, she’s sharp and competent, a skilled operator when it comes to anything physical or practical. She’s pretty cordial when in a good mood, but down right toxic otherwise. She enjoys being engaged in conversation and has a soft spot for confident people- someone who could manage to dominate her. A bit of a romantic, she’s kind of a dork in that regard.

Physical appearance:

Image:

Lettie is very fit but still of average build, lithe and acrobatic. Her teeth are viciously sharp and she usually bears a wry smile beneath her upturned nose. She tousles her hair or gels it into a cooler style if she’s in a mood, but normally it’s a very neat and trim bob dyed white with a streak of jade- She wouldn’t do something like that if she didn’t know here genes were too good to cull. She dons herself with a variety of piercings, in her tongue and on her upper lip, along with three in each ear and two hoops in her right eyebrow. She’ll take out what she can if she’s feeling calm, but they usually go back in pretty quickly because she likes the tough aesthetic.
For clothes she usually wears tattered grey jeans and black tees, or just her pyjamas if she’s feeling especially mellow.

Strengths: Intense fear of death, rainbow drinker, vicious fighter.
Weaknesses: Erratic, susceptible to mental drubbings, short temper and bad people skills
Fears/Insecurities: The dark, the unknown, most people, sharp objects, bugs. You get the drift.
Likes/Hobbies: Sparring, FLARP if it’s violent, (Pantomime, brightly-colored clothing and high-riding fantasy novels, but it’s a secret!!), hitting things really hard
Dislikes: Other people, things she fears, her rages, being dead, being a rainbow drinker. Also, garlic and wooden stakes for some reason.

Handle: volatileEffervescent/vindictiveErratic
Typing Quirk/Color: all lower case, separ@ing all individual words and replacing ‘at’ in any word with @. Punctuation like ! and ? are doubled. wHEN @NGERED, SHE INVERTS C@PS AND REPL@CES A, with @. Depending on how mad she is, she might replace more letters with @.
Blood color: Jade #0c7842
Psionic Power: None
Symbol: @
Lusus: A crazy, violent Baboon that you should not give sharp objects.

God Tier Title: Knight of Rage
Land: Land of Polygons and Technicolor
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Whipkind
Fetch Modus: Pantomime modus. You have to pantomime using an object to retrieve it, otherwise it’s straight forward.

Other:

Myruna Covest (Now Finished!)

Name: Myruna Covest
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5''
Age: Almost 7 sweeps! Any day now! At least, that's what she tells people. Myruna is closer to 6.5 sweeps.
Physical appearance:

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Personality: Myruna's personality can be summed up as "ocean-obsessed". She loves everything about it, from the shells she collects on the beach to the sea dwellers that she practically worships. She is an expert at dismissing reality and oftentimes doesn't take true threats seriously because of this. Some may call it brave, but really, it's just naivety. She's also pretty melodramatic.

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Handle: TidalDeimos
Typing Quirk/Color: Myr~na ~ses "~" in place of u, makes a lot of fish p~ns, and ~s~ally ends her sentances with a lot of exclamation points!!! She types in beryl.
Blood color: Beryl
Symbol:

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Lusus:

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God Tier Title: Rogue of Blood
Land: Land of Topiary and Sadness. The consorts of the land are depressed parrots who like to talk politics. Maybe that's why they are depressed.
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: ropewpnkind (ropes with weapons on one end. this includes things like grappling hooks, harpoons, or rope darts. None of these include launching mechanisms and must be thrown by hand)
Psionic Power: n/a
Describe your character in three words: ocean-obsessed, adventurous, insecure
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: Myruna would be overjoyed to be stranded on an island, to be honest. She'd bring her trusty flippers and a bag to collect all the seashells and offshore loot she could find!
Other: She is very melodramatic and that will probably be reflected in dialogue semi-often. Some of this dialogue may make her seem like a Mary Sue (ex. saying something like "i have worse problems than any of you!"). Please note that whatever she says about herself or her situation is probably an exaggeration of the truth (or even an outright lie) and not an effort by me to influence the nature of the roleplay's reality or focus. Thank you :)