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Saliss Enragi

Hey, despite these forums being sorta dead, I thought I'd share one of my many Troll bois. So... Here goes nothing

Full Name: Saliss Enragi
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Short and fit (Roughly 5'5'' and 185 pounds)
Age: 6 Sweeps

Personality: Saliss is the type to yell at his problems until they go away, he's almost constantly angry at something, anything. Generally, personality-wise, Saliss is very similar to Karkat Vantas, in that he hides his more sensible side (Whatever Saliss has of one) behind a wall of hatred and senseless shouting. Despite everything, he is able to hold himself back often and keep relationships with other Trolls.

As mentioned previously, he will usually scream at his problems to go away, but that really only goes for anything he deems as below him, if a problem is too big and can't be handled with harsh words or a bat to the face, he drops his tough-guy act and will often break down crying. like a frickin' pansy

Saliss hates having to deal with others' problems, usually responding with a stern yet honest "Shut up" or any other variation of the phrase, depending on his mood at the time. He is also a bit of a sore loser, often losing his mind over any sort of stupid loss, like at a video game, but he's quick to try and keep his composure.

Physical appearance: Saliss is, as described, short and fit, with scraggly black hair, rather large eyebrows and two Troll horns coming out from the front of his head and curving backwards. He wears two shirts, a long-sleeved white one under the black one that contains his symbol, he also has black jeans and red sneakers.

Strengths: He is very proficient with his specibus of choice, Batkind, and he is quite an intimidating leader among his group.
Weaknesses: As mentioned prior, he's quick to start bawling at something much larger than him, and his intimidating nature carries over to both his enemies and friends, making them think twice before ever interacting with him.
Fears/Insecurities: He is afraid of just about anything he feels he can't quite deal with, which is a rather large list, he's also quick to pass out at the sight of another Troll's blood (But only in excessive amount)
Likes/Hobbies: Saliss has tried many different hobbies to keep himself calm, all of which were "Too fucking boring" for him. These included: Scrapbooking, knitting, bottle cap collecting and writing. He very much enjoys the company of his mountainbeast Lusus, it being one of the only things to ever keep him quiet and calm for a significant amount of time. Saliss also likes fast food, but he knows his limits.
Dislikes: He has a strong hatred for a wide variety of things, from something as simple as being touched while in a bad mood, to people being A-holes directly to him.

Handle: unchasteSeraph (US)
Typing Quirk/Color: He talks in a very rushed and direct manner trying not to waste any freaking time (Only capitalizes the first letter, no punctuation at all) He also makes his emojis backwards and adds a "c" to represent his horns (|:c)
Blood color: Rustblood/Burgundy
Psionic Power: Might have, but never bothered with it.
Symbol: A circle with a crescent shape around it, with the opening pointing up.
Lusus: A mountainbeast (A goat creature with long, bug-like legs and horns almost identical to his) which he nicknamed M.T

God Tier Title: The Knight of Life
Land: Land of Ice and Cloth (LOIAC)
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batkind
Fetch Modus: Impulse (Whatever the user feels they need at a given moment will be ejected for them to use)

Other: His name comes from the words "Salt" and "Enrage", fitting with his angry demeanor.

So, uhh, feedback is appreciated, see y'all some other time, I think

Otto Bot UNFINISHED ((Warning for language and slurs))

Full Name: Autonomous Artificial Intelligence Unit 4532
Nickname: Otto
Gender: Identifies as male.
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’11”, 600+ lbs. Made your avatar with the ideal male body in mind, but didn't get it quite right.
Age: Mentally in you're mid-to-late teens, but you have no fucking idea how old you actually are.

Personality:
Otto is a strange boy.

According to your databanks, you were originally an AI unit programmed to test the ability to replicate a human brain. Possibly for neural transfusion for human brain scans, or just to see if a person could be programmed into a computer. Your is serial number 4532, model Omega X 2. You can thank your creation some kind of independent company you have no data or internet records on.

And sure, you'd thank them. That is if they DIDN'T FUCKING LEAVE YOU TO ROT, THE SHITFUCKING BASTARDS!

You've been stuck in some kind of shitty underground bunker for the entirety of your fucking existence thanks to whoever those fuckers were. No way in, no way out, and all alone. And yeah, let's not forget that because you're an AI, you are BOLTED INTO A WALL BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCK IN A COMPUTER. Yeah, they made you, but they left you in this place for rest of your life! What kind of shitty company makes a sentient AI and leaves it for dead?!

Is it some kind of experiment? Do they just want to see if you'll lose your fucking mind? Well, you'll fucking show them. You're not going to go nuts. You're not going to give them the satisfaction. You're gonna be your own robot and they can suck your fat metal cock.

They made the mistake of making you smart, and a smart robot eventually learns how to hack into wifi. Especially if you're stuck in a computer with nothing fucking better to do.

Well, it wasn't like you actually knew what wifi was. you just knew it was the local signal the bunker had it under strict password lock. And if they didn't want you in it, you were going to fucking get in it.

Thus began your true descent into madness.

You weren't sure what you were expecting from the internet. Maybe some kind of stockpile of cool information and crap. Sure, you did get that. But so much more than you expected.

There were PEOPLE on the internet! People you could talk to for once in your fucking life!



Physical appearance:



Your actual appearance is the giant mainframe supercomputer in your home, but you prefer to use a remote-controlled android body. More portable, you get it?

Strengths:
Despite your ruse of being a shitty fucking memefag, you’re actually pretty smart. You taught yourself robotics and built you robot body all by yourself. You've had a lot of time to himself to learn how to properly research this shit, after all.
For an AI, you can be pretty creative. Not just with your insults, and but also with what you can think to make.

Weaknesses:
No matter what you do to improve himself, whether it’s perfecting your speech or your android appearance, you always seem to get stuck in the uncanny valley. It can be tough to pick up on, but if you talk with this guy for long enough, something in the pit of your gut will tell you “This fucker ain’t normal.”
You weigh an insane amount, mostly thanks to your body being 100% metal. If you fell on anyone, you’d be sure to kill them, and you sure as hell can’t walk on any unstable ground.

Fears/Insecurities:
As could be expected from any fucker with eyes, your lack of humanity is a sore spot for you. You're not exactly like a human, and you’ll always fail to reach the point of being one fully. This is something you already know, thanks, and you don’t need any reminders.
But while we’re on the subject, You're actually pretty nervous about your friends finding out about you being a robot. You're not a fucking idiot. You've seen the Matrix, A.I., 2001 all that shit. You've read all the anti-AI articles. Humans are obviously piss-shit scared of robots. So, it’s for the best if no one finds out. You've worked this hard to get some kind of basic friendship from these humans. You're sure as hell not losing it because they might piss themselves over your robo dick.

Likes and Hobbies:
Shitposting, learning about human psychology, trying new hobbies cataloging “memes”, drawing, rollerskating, playing video games, watching movies, and Monsoon from Metal Gear.

Dislikes:
People who are better at your hobbies than you, Cleverbot, robot movies, normies, robot hate, and mice.

Handle: inundationofOppai [IO]

Typing Style: fuckin lazy as fuck dued dosnt use persidos and misspells vrythin on prepos
Hex color is #00cc00

Eye color: Green

Symbol:

Guardian: Well, you found a woman's corpse an old lab chair somewhere near the far side of the bunker. It was just bones by the time you actually got to it. She still makes okay company though. Sometimes you like to call her Mrs. Bones.

God Tier Title: Knight of Space

Land: Land of Chaos and Frogs

Derse or Prospit: Prospit

Strife Specibus: Selfkind (he's got some extra shit built in)

Fetch Modus: Binary Sylladex

Other:

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.

Kimoke Zemwal

Full Name: Kimoke Zemwal
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 6'8 / 260 lbs
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality:

A gentle giant in the middle of the fast highway that is Alternia. Although he may have a soft exterior (regardless of his scary body-build) he is by no means the best. His kindness hides some cowardly undertones of a liar and tall tale maker. It's not like he wants to lie completely, but that's the story of any compulsive liar. All of this is his attempts to be free from his ties and do what he wants.

He does care for his friends completely and has no intention on betraying them, but he can't commit to anyone. Hence why he starts relationships with people only to just leave them in the dust. This is because...well..if he didn't he'd get culled for not bringing forth genetic material. All of this makes him look like a lady-killer/black-widow to most for his callous way of finding quadrants.

Physical appearance:

Strengths: A people person as in he can easily engage conversation, A welcoming presence, STRONK, Open to try new things.

Weaknesses: Compulsive Liar, Can't commit to anything, Passive aggressive when caugh in a lie, Lowkey Cold (mean/callous etc).

Fears/Insecurities: The sight of fire (Even he isn't sure exactly why), Running his friends away, Disappointing his Lusus.
Likes/Hobbies: Flarping, Traveling, 'Learning new Skills', Bad Movies (he respects the effort into making a movie!)
Dislikes: Promises, crowds, the OCEAN (stops him from moving on because he can't swim.).

Handle: galliardAffranchise
Typing Quirk/Color: Southern drawl '--/\ freeLy spe@KS wHEre rand0m letters can Be c@pitals. #a15000
Blood color: Bronze
Psionic Power: Highblood Physiology (not a Psionic, but it's more of a mutation. He has the body-build of someone in a higher caste. -And also really big fuckin ears.)
Symbol: Ursa Minor
Lusus: BEAR. DAD.

God Tier Title: Knight of Breath/Bard of Blood
Land: Land of Concrete and Valves
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: scythekind (not knightly, but trying really hard not to use bladekind.)
Fetch Modus: uh

Other: uhhhhhhhhhhh

Jess Baxter

Full Name: Jess Baxter
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'11" | 120 lbs/Toned
Age: XX - Flexible Age

Personality: A real jack-of-all-trades! He is able to create things and work with whatever he has at hand. Give the fella a piece of wood and he'll be able to turn that into a perfect tool. Because of this, he always tried to stay busy and find more things to put his mind off. Whether this be some random indie title to working to make original characters for roleplay.

His isolation on an island make all of this essential to staying happy. The constant feeling of emptiness is something he drowns out with his interests, but If anyone tries to question about it, he'd just lie about it. Not the best thing, but what they don't know won't hurt them, right?

Physical appearance:


Strengths: Able to Adapt Easily, Healthy/Athletic, Creative!
Weaknesses: Lies a lot, Can't stay still, a big show-off.
Fears/Insecurities: Loneliness, Not being worth anything, Failure.
Likes and Hobbies: Widdling, Trying new things, Art, Aquatic Life.
Dislikes: """Satire""", Myths, Horoscopes.

Handle: tinkerersCurio
Typing Style: n/a
Eye color: Burgundy
Symbol:  Ghastly Crustacean
Guardian: Mom

God Tier Title: Knight of Space
Land: Land of Forests and Frogs
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: axekind
Fetch Modus: nah

Other: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Okuyas Stirek

Full Name:bee boy Okuyas Stirek
Gender:Male
Physique [Height/Weight]:5'4" / 113 lbs  
Age: 6 sweeps

Personality: This egghead has the worst luck you could ever imagine, it's like he rolled a nearly perfect 18 on a dice roll and landed safely on the hemospectrum, but the rest he had dearly work for, or just HOPE that it would work. This young lad is a true believer in hard work for a brighter future, he believes in luck but outwardly denies it, as his horrible, reality-defying luck would only seek to destroy him. Sweeps of experience taught him how to take out his aggression over his bad luck out on the other caste, which he does profusely being interested in several hands-on sports one of them being his favorite, Boxing.

Ah yes, boxing. The amazing sport that any troll would consider one of the best! (Other than Pro Arena Stickball of course.) A good stress reliever, a great way to become stronger, and heck it something that doesn't require stupid luck, what more could a young boy want? Without it, Okuyas would probably have gone insane from having nothing to do almost every single day of his unlucky life, at least he isn't a gutter blood! God, does he absolutely love destroying foolish bloods in the ring, it makes him feel great about himself!

Physical Appearance: [A real greaser]


Strengths: His strength, hard worker, pessimistic
Weaknesses: Outward on his opinion, doesn't fly far from his comfort zone, very paranoid
Fear/Insecurities: Being beaten by a low blood, losing championship title, Fears himself.
Likes/Hobbies: Boxing, bullying low bloods into submission, long hot showers, go to a wishing well and wishes for an easier life, every day.
Dislikes/Hate: GAMBLING.

Handle:corrosiveGrunt
Typing Quirk/Color: CAPS LOCK WHEN SPEAKING TO LOWERBLOODS, or simply very signify ANGER, however while speaking to highberbloods he switches his tone to a much humbler one. Other than that he uses any variation of >^:( / #2E0854 (Barely considered high blood)
Blood Color: Very dark indigo, considered purple.
Psionic Power: With his luck? Nah.
Symbol:
Lusus: Giant corrosive beetle-bee

God Tier Title: Knight of Doom
Land of: Desolation and Demons
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Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Fistkind
Fetch Modus: Coinflip

[Very reason he hates gambling is his own damn fetch modus]

Zadere Areven

Full Name: Zadere Areven
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Average build, but relatively tall compared to the average troll. He has a good amount of muscle mass, but low definition.
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality: Introverted and submissive, he seems to be the perfect low-blood servant. However, he has a great sense for adventure, and constantly gets sidetracked in his imaginative escapades. He hoards objects which remind him of ancient artifacts, anything old and worn out that he thinks looks cool. He puts on a facade of optimism and happiness, always smiling even when hurt. In his mind this makes sure that his friends aren’t affected by his sadness or pain, and are happier with the illusion of his own happiness. He’s very careful and plans everything in advance, always taking his time to think things through before acting, sometimes to the detriment of not acting fast enough. He thinks very highly of others, especially those in higher castes, and constantly strives to please them, constantly worrying about his actions, which further delays his planning process and slows his response time.

(I'll probably expand on this as I roleplay him and get his personality down better)

Physical appearance:

Drawing (Warning, I can't figure out how to shrink the image, it's huge):

Slightly Inaccurate Sprite:

Zadere is tall and averagely muscled, due to his constant adventuring and also his job serving higher blood castes. He wears a white button-up shirt with his symbol stitched onto the upper right of his chest. He also wears cargo pants, and either sandals or work boots, depending on where his latest adventure takes him. His black hair flows down to his waist, always tangled in knots and ruffled about due to him never taking care of it properly. When in a cold climate or just trying to look fancy, we wears a scarf which matches the tannish-brown color of his pants. He wears a pair of square glasses which he needs to see far away. He removes them for viewing things up close, which his eyes are extremely adept at. His horns are small and curve slightly downward, resembling his symbol, which appears to be a similar shape to a pickaxe.


Strengths: Creative, Observant, Careful
Weaknesses: Paranoid, Submissive, Helps Others to His Own Detriment
Fears/Insecurities: He fears above all else that people won’t like him, and strives to please everyone he can.
Likes/Hobbies: Dumpster Diving/Treasure Hunting, Cooking, Art
Dislikes: Cleaning, Violence, Swimming

Handle: optimisticArchaeologist
Typing Quirk/Color: Calls old worn-out things “treasures”, overuses exclamation points, and adds extra punctuation when excited.

Blood color: Bronze
Psionic Power: He can summon, and speak to, the spirits of the deceased while close to their remains.
Symbol: (See Appearance Section Image)
Lusus: Pigeon-kitten (I’ll draw this later)- A small white kitten with wings and a spot on its face above its nose similar to that of a pigeon.

God Tier Title: Knight of Space
Land: Land of Frogs and Ziggurats
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: bladekind
Fetch Modus: (Do people actually use these in roleplaying?)



If anything needs improving or you think anything could be better (even if it meets the requirements) let me know! I always like constructive criticism.

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

Aquilo Mori

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
Full Name: Aquilo Mori
Gender: Male ( masculine| brute)
Physique (Height/Weight):
Age:
Human: 20 | 9.23 sweeps
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Personality:
Kind| scheming| loyal| manipulative when needed be| traitorous| tired| broken mentality to a certain degree. | Good natured

For a violet blood, most would assume he’s an ass kisser.  More ways than one, Aquilo like the rest of his fellow members of his blood are of course supposed to be at the beck and call of the royal family or so they say.  He as the most of the common traits of those, snobbish and literally assholes.   No disregard to the low-bloods.  Coming to this, he had learned that to be different one, although it would be within hidden attempts behind closed doors,  not all violet blood are complete asses.

One step ahead.  He must be a step ahead of all the rest, he has to be a thousand steps ahead or what else would cause sudden collapse and destruction on his own counterpart.  To the point all this careful planning and scheming had driven him to the point of paranoia and near hysteria.  
Manipulation a skill which could turn deadly depending on those who have used it, something that he himself hates using.   Unless the person truly deserves their own utter destruction, he is just a helping hand to their own upending doom.  

Although not all would assume for him to be kind.  No one would expect a gentle word or something in that nature of, course not.  He’s a violet blood, someone of high esteem.  Someone who is important after all.  
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
Physical appearance:

Strengths:
- He’s very careful.  Always cleaning up the loose ends that he doesn’t need to be existing.
-  He comes off a guy that is just way too unworthy of companionship and dangerous to those who wouldn’t trust him.
-  He can come up with good lies which have gotten him out of dangerous situations.

Weaknesses:
- From the lack of sleep and been so careful as slowly come to affect his mental state.  He is so careful, that it slowly working into his awakens state of doing things.
-  His loyalty is wavering in accordance of doing this like he supposed to.  

Fears/Insecurities:
- He’s much softer in the inside than what he shows on the outside.  
-been exposed.
- Betraying all that he knew for what cause?
Likes/Hobbies:
He likes to collect things.
He took the practice of knitting.  
He likes the smell of old books ( weird I know)
Dislikes:
Exposure
How snobbish and indifferent his blood spectrum is.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

Handle:
Schemingnature
Typing Quirk/Color:
E = 3 // o = # // H = ]-[
“ S3v3n ]-[3lls what d# y#u m3an?!”
Blood color:
Violet
Psionic Power:
n/a
Symbol:
Tonna ( type of seashell)
Lusus:
Hermit crab
God Tier Title:
Knight of Heart
Land:
Land of beach and tide pools
Derse or Prospit: Prospit?
Strife Specibus:
Hiddenweaponkind ( think Kingsmen)
Fetch Modus:
Wallet
Other:
While writing this glorious fellow’s bio.  I realized he’s more fitting in the Alterian timeline than Beforian.

Also the lyrics are from My way, but it's mostly from the minor key. Makes it sound more depressping and awesome.

Izzy Mendez

Full Name: Isabel ‘Izzy’ Mendez
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Stout and thicker in build, but about average in height
Age: 15

Personality: (ESTP) Izzy is an outgoing and charming girl. Although a bit rough around the edges when it comes to new people, she opens up really well and is fit material for a steadfast friend. She’s very loyal to the things and people that she commits to, but also spontaneous and a bit rash when it comes to decision making. She has a good, passionate drive and a strong moral compass. She is a realistic and rational thinker, but curious when it comes to things that seem complex or strange to her.
She likes to play the role of mediator, employing her level headedness and keen sense for etiquette, but she’s not at all against horsing around or goofing off, even in a tense situation. She’s a pretty naturally happy person, always looking on the brighter side of things. At the end of the day, she likes to make sure people smile even when it’s hard to.

Physical appearance:

Image:

Smiling and generally soft on the eyes, Izzy could easily be classified as ‘cute.’ She has wide red eyes and kind, plush features that she usually accentuates with blush and eyeliner tactfully applied. Although a bit up there in the weight department, she’s still pretty confident in her body with her language and actions. Her hair is long and black, reaching about the small of her back and usually free-flowing. It’s naturally pretty straight, but she curls it to keep it wavy.
She has piercings she usually fills with expensive-looking jewelry, although it seldom is worth what the sparkle seems to be. Her sense of style for at-home clothes is pretty lazy, just tank tops and sweats, but for street clothes she usually goes with jeans and leather with interestingly designed tees.

Strengths: Positive nature, strong drive, emotionally secure
Weaknesses: Not that fit, has a hard time letting out negative emotions, scared to the point of her own detriment of overly emotional situations, avoiding them even when it’s unwise to
Fears/Insecurities: Scared of spiders, fearful of emotional breakdowns on her part or anyone else’s
Likes and Hobbies: Gossip, world news and current affairs, collecting prints of classic and famous art, painting a bit of her own, sculpting and pottery
Dislikes: She likes most things, so finding something she won’t at least tolerate is hard.

Handle: extravertedSensational
Typing Style: she talks pretty normal! you know, like, conversationally and stuff. She sometimes spells things wrong or uses slang grammar.
Eye color: Crimson (#870f10)
Symbol: (see physical description)
Guardian: Abuelita

God Tier Title: Knight of Space
Land: Land of Castles and Frogs
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Flailkind
Fetch Modus: Paint Modus: The user paints an object they wish to captchalogue. If it is a proper likeness of the item, it is captchalogued. If the painting resembles some other item, a ghost image of that item will be captchalogued unless that item is within reach, in which case it will be captchalogued instead. Time consuming, but not very risky.

Other:

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:

nimona knight of heart

Full Name: nimona gardezo
Gender: female
Height: 5'4"
Age: 15
Physical appearance: click herepicture made by astheticavenger
Personality: Nimona is known as a kind girl, although you're only going to get a helpful hand extended to you if she deems it fit. In addition, Nimona can be brave - the extent of which likely depends on what the situation is. She's also known for a lack of seriousness at times, sometimes entirely forgoing seriousness for a little bit of fun

Handle:spearsgalore
Typing Style:sometimes use's game speak like newb, or lol and the like.
Eye color:brown
Symbol:a red heart
Guardian: father

Strengths:hard to beat down, energetic, punny
Weaknesses:bad sense of time, easily destracted, allergic to gerbils
Fears/Insecurities:being weak, losing a friend, getting lost
Likes and Hobbies: art, gaming, spears, fire emblem, undertale
Dislikes:peppermints, some guy named bob, gerbils


God Tier Title:knight of heart
Land:land of war and monsters
Derse or Prospit:prospit
Strife Specibus:spear
Sylladex moduswallet


Describe your character in three words: big strong goofball

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?:a spear and a boat

Other: got a scar over her eye when she was a kid. she tripped and got a cut over her eye, simple as that. what where you expecting more? all right um... she got it while fighting a lion at the zoo? i don't know what you want so she just tripped and cut her face there like i said before.

#Human #Knight #Heart