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Inysig Tuomit (Mage of Mind)

Full Name: Inysig Tuomit
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5’7” 110 lb
Age: 7 Sweeps

Personality: The most easily noticeable qualities when dealing with Inysig are: aloofness, a sense of superiority or even narcissism and a touchy air. She is a Type 5 with a 6 wing on the enneagram scale, and an INTP. She is naturally introverted but can overcome this when talking one-to-one, even to new people. Like a Knight (though she’s a Mage), she often hides behind her lofty status, but this prevents her from connecting with people, so she remains distant and watches, like a social outcast. Ironic. She’s formal and polite enough in person; her demeanour can be almost pleasant. She mostly has a ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude surrounding her though, but she’s cunning enough to mask it in her words. She deals with everyone in the same basic pragmatic way, but lets her distaste for social interaction show when speaking with lower blooded ones. She thinks before she speaks, so her words are often true, but she has a tendency to exaggerate for sarcastic effect. If she allows herself to get upset or angry, she takes a short break from anyone who set her off but can’t resist returning for more after a short while, whether she’s prepared to deal with them or not. She forgives quickly, but dredges up offenses easily too, so her pardons might not always be true.

In a personal relationship, regardless of quadrants, Inysig is likely to take more than she gives. Sometimes she feels a twinge of guilt about this, but not often. If someone does call her out on it, she’ll adjust her behaviour for that person, and only for as long as they notice. She feels isolated even from her closest friends as she thinks that she might scare them away with her intense thoughts. As she only wants real friends, she doesn’t bother putting on a mask of emotion of pretending to feel something for other people. This has led to a few enemies and left her with a healthy suspicion of others. Unfortunately, it gets out of hand sometimes and she can become a bit paranoid about others’ intentions. When speaking with a closer friend, she mostly lets the other person do the talking, (she is drawn to charismatic and talkative people), interjecting at a reasonable moment to offer her viewpoint or tell her own related story. She’d rather let an opportunity to discuss a topic pass rather than interrupt. All in all she can be described as a classic bookworm or introvert, with a bit of the behaviour belonging to a member of the one percent.


Physical appearance: https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xQ1b8AVYkCA/Wkhtqb0tHlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PEHkC8rp0f4J_oKDkEUYhV29oSTphi0mQCLcBGAs/s512/inysig.png https://68.media.tumblr.com/9e5b481effcdba8b8f2f7f36419d848e/tumblr_p1sxyxt7uR1vxfed6o1_1280.jpg

Strengths: Inysig is extremely intelligent and learns quickly when she puts her mind to it. She is strong willed and driven. She retains her rationality in almost any situation and is a good leader. She is fiercely loyal when she becomes attached to someone, however unlikely. She is physically adept and agile, and a good sport who knows when she’s beaten in a fight. She won’t surrender, but she’ll admit a loss in a friendly/safe fight.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, as a highblood who tends to bottle up her feelings, Inysig might easily fly into a terrible rage at the slightest thing, though it’s rare. She is also very blunt and tends to see matters in black and white. On top of that, she is a devout classist and very selfish. Last but not least, she finds it hard to make friends as her narcissism makes it difficult for people to get to know her.
Fears/Insecurities: Inysig has a few big time fears and a smattering of little childhood frights. Her greatest fear is losing the sway or control she has over individuals she’s close to. Her second greatest fear is appearing weak, as her Knight-like shield of confidence is actually an elaborate facade. She won’t tolerate seeming fragile. Her last large fear is people. She can only handle one person at a time; set her in a crowd and she’ll lash out, afraid to be seen as uncomfortable or intimidated. She’s also uncomfortable with fire (up to even candles), sunlight (of course), and she never lets things get dusty or wet for fear of conditions damaging her belongings. (That may not be a fear though ,just common sense. She’s afraid of being without the nicer things in life, perhaps)
Likes/Hobbies: When she’s not feeding her lusus, Inysig’s usual method to occupy herself is puzzles, particularly of the problem solving kind. She enjoys sudoku, picross, and variations of that sort. She enjoys reading, her favourite genre of book being fantasy, mystery and psychological fiction. Card games are also a favourite. She likes to bluff, from goldfish to poker, she’s always got an ace up her sleeve (sometimes literally). She’s not particularly interested in any specific form of art but she does doodle strange little cartoons or surreal illustrations. (Cough cough surreal memes.) When in public, and not engaged in conversation, (topics usually include recommended books or movies and the rare discussion on quadrants), she likes to glean insight into other trolls’ personal lives through either a quick talk or glance, guessing their hive situation, lusus, and pastimes. Basically a psychoanalysis on the go. Finally, she does enjoy the odd midnight snooze in the recoupracoon, if at all possible.
Dislikes: Inysig hates people not giving her their full attention, even about something trivial. She resents too many questions asked in a short period of time, especially when she doesn’t receive answers to her own friendly queries. She won’t stand for anyone slacking off or not giving their all. She hates deliberate withholding of information. Her pet peeves, that she usually gets annoyed about in private and won’t bother going about correcting are: improper grammar, unorganized bookshelves, messy desktops (both physical and computerised), and hungry lusii.

Handle: hostileSangfroid
Typing Quirk/Color: Types in her normal blood colour. (6A006A) Sentences are usually short and always grammatically correct excluding the rest of the quirk (Unless I myself make a mistake). Says ‘heck’ instead of cursing. Replaces ‘t’ ‘f’ and ‘e’ with ‘~’ ‘≈’ ‘≋’ respectively.
Blood color: Violet
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Hydra Constellation
Lusus: Sea Serpent

God Tier Title: Mage of Mind
Land: Land of Casinos and Neurones
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Chainkind
Fetch Modus: Poker Modus- Each deck (inventory) is filled with exactly fifty-two cards before a new one is started. When captchalogued, items in their cards are shuffled and assigned a suit and number (or letter, J, Q, or K). When taking out a number, the user is dealt a hand of five cards. Items can be taken out from a pair, full house, flush, royal flush, or any other point earning set in poker, if it shows up. If the first deck is not complete, items are shifted down so the last deck isn’t complete. Decks are shuffled all at once before any items are taken out.

Other: Was brought up privileged, of course, but developed Antisocial Personality Disorder during her early sweeps. (And don’t worry, I’ve done my research on this.) A chaotic life filled with bloodthirsty tendencies, as is her lot, combined with articulated care and reassurance from her lusus, she eventually became desensitised to the needs of others and grew up manipulative and a narcissistic. That’s not to say she can’t have friends. A sociopath is able to form bonds, it’s just unlikely they’ll have many. (See Sherlock, BBC.)

If I missed anything, please let me know! I hope I've fleshed her out enough, and if so I'm looking forward to roleplaying using her.
(Edit) Changed her aspect and land.

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.
  

Dick (Richard) Bretton

Full Name: Dick Bretton
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5ft 11inch/124lb's
Age: 16

Personality: Dick is a sentinel with a strong desire to reenact justice to the lands of Alternia, Derse and even Earth itself. Believing that a new combined world order is necessary to save the universe. Dick is prone to making sacrifices and despite feeling immense regret will choose to save the people rather than a personal friend. In other words Dick may be "too" selfless... to the point where he will try and kill peace figures to enact rebellions that can change the world. He thinks that while sometimes peace is an effective way to handle things at times, violence is still necessary to hold a balance of peace and violence.

One of Dick's most notable traits is that he is a serious fan of the MarbleHornets ARG, an "alternate reality game" based around the Slenderman. Despite being 16 he still believes that this was one of the best creations of the late 2000's and if anyone calls him out on the once trending and toxic fandom he will defend it in the same way John would defend Ghostbusters or Nick Cage. Even being obsessed with the now ancient creepypasta Dick will be polite if you tell him you don't appreciate it, just don't insult favorite video game: "Funny Pizza Land".

As Dick's godtier is Mage of Void, he's obligated to prevent major things from happening in the timeline. For example if someone with future importance is about to be executed by a dictator they would later overthrow it would be Dick's duty to prevent that from happening at the last possible second. In other words Dick literally IS the hero who always arrives at the last second on purpose.

Physical appearance: Dick is a tall, skinny yet broad shouldered Caucasian teen with long black/dark brown hair that falls over both his eyes covering them completely. His vision is limited through the cracks of his hair yet it doesn't seem to bother him.

Attire:
Casual: A black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and The Observer symbol from MH scratched on it in white. He wears white cargo pants tucked into black rain boots.
Godtier: Dick wears large blue rain poncho over his his godtier outfit and hides his face with a grey motorbike helmet. He wears black rain boots and strong black butcher gloves. When in this costume he will only respond to the name Richard.


Strengths: An excellent planner in both the long term and improvisation, keeps calm under pressure, has a reasonably powerful godtier ability (can create two interconnecting portals regardless of distance and surface that can slice things if they are caught between them while closing.) and awesome music taste.
Weaknesses: Despite usually being calm if something doesn't go his way in terms of a plan or if a tragedy falls upon him he will become incredibly violent and hurtful both emotionally and physically.
Fears/Insecurities: Dick is afraid that there's no one else in the world that he can "click" with. No one he's met so far has had the same interests as him and because of this feels obligated to do the things everyone else can't do, since he can't live a normal life he's going to martyr himself for a cause.
Likes and Hobbies: The Slenderman mythos, being independent from coolkids, creepy stories, internet ARG's, Funny Pizza Land, exchanging cultural information with trolls.
Dislikes: Liars, the real world, people who say Funny Pizza Land is a bad game, people who judge him based on his interests, Jeff the Killer and the cesspool of other horrible creepy-pastas.

Handle: ObserverObservist
Typing Style: Types with precision and grammar, tends to throw in a lot of commas. When angry goes full caps and writes to purposely fill up the chatbox.
Eye color: Unknown due to his constant hair, but types in black.
Symbol: The Observer Symbol (look it up)
Guardian: An unknown figure that few have seen, apparently Dick's father.

God Tier Title: Mage of Void
Land: Land of Rain and Castles
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Batonkind (Specifically telescopic batons)

Fetch Modus: Lotto type (chooses one random item from inventory when Dick wants to remove something, however can store a large amount of things.)
Other: Dick's favorite band is "The Claypool Lenon Delirium"

10.02.2017

Haisen Ugasni [Dancestor] ((Donerino)

Full Name: Haisen Ugasni
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 4'10", 117 pounds.
Age: 8.31 sweeps ((18 years))

Personality: Haisen is a manipulator, through and through. She knows she's small and looks weak. She is, actually. She won't deny it. But she tries to act sweet and kind to hide that she absolutely loves being the puppeteer. If you know her, she's going to try and make you dance around.

She will attach herself to somebody in an attempt to get them to take the fall for her, or to fight on her side that "She's too sweet and innocent to do anything like that!"

She's also rather cowardly. She's the kind of person to have somebody else squish a spider because she's too afraid to. Easily scared and manipulated,

Physical appearance: Haisen isn't very large, whatsoever. She is a short little twig of a troll, and isn't all that strong either. She doesn't look all that intimidating, in fact, she looks like she isn't a threat whatsoever, in her face alone.

Her outfit, to some degree, denies this. She wears an extravagant and frilled black dress with blue trims and frills, although the dress itself isn't all that outwardly large, ((very Victorian in appearance)), accompanied with her symbol on her left breast. She dons tattered thigh-highs along with knee-high black leather boots ((though they lack heels)), as well as an eyepatch over her left eye, in the same blue as her blood and her dress trimmings.  The only other clothing she wears are full-fingered blue gloves that go to her elbows.
Strengths:

• She is often capable of calming people
  
  She herself is kind and soft outwardly
  
  She's aware that with her personality and appearance that she appears fairly innocent and weak, and will use this to her advantage
  
  Manipulative, likes to puppet people around
  

Weaknesses:

• Small and weak
  
  Not always a convincing liar, which is important for a manipulator.
  
  Gets in over her head with her manipulations
  
  Usually found out with her manipulations and treated badly because of it
  
  Only really manipulates so that she feels involved in any sort of social situation
  
  Tries to get people to protect her from herself and those that are angry at her
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• One day, she'll sever her own puppet strings and truly become the weak and small girl
  
  Dogs. Big, scary canines.
  

Likes/Hobbies:

• Sewing
  
  Creating dolls
  
  Puppets and puppeteering - Both people and actual puppets
  
  Soft and gentle music
  
  Eating eggs
  

Dislikes:

• People realizing she's pulling their strings
  
  Being alone in any sense
  
  Anyone who ever uses the term "yeet"
  
  Anything overly sweet
  

Handle: stockholmsSweetheart
Typing Quirk/Color: SS: ∞c| Practically the same as Esecru Ugasni
Blood color: Dark Blue
Psionic Power: N/A
Symbol: Two chains linked diagonally.
Lusus: Large horned lizard.

God Tier Title: Maid of Blood
Land: Land of Puppets and Strings
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Scissorkind.
Fetch Modus: Severance - You have to snip the strings that wrap around the card.

Other:

Ross Smith

Full Name: Ross Smith              

Gender: Male

Height & Weight: 4’11” and 92 lbs

Birthdate: September 9th

Age: 15


Physical appearance: Standing tall at an inch below five feet, with the build of a stick figure, and with a face that's gotten you mistaken for a girl more than once, you are not the most intimidating fella to walk the earth. In fact, you’ve had far more fucking people refer to you as “adorable” rather than scary, much to your chagrin.
  But what you lack in height, you make up with attitude. You will carry yourself like you are ten feet tall, goddamnit. You might trip over shit and fall flat on your ass, but you are bound and determined to pick yourself up again and strut your shit.
  Clothing wise, you keep it simple. Jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and the orange letterman jacket your grandma brought back from a trip.




Personality: You’d say you probably don’t have the most appealing personality in the world. Awe hell, you’re just going to come out to say it, you’re a prick. You’re moody, paranoid, impatient, you cuss at everyone and everything, and you’ve seemed to have more enemies than friends. You’re not sure why you’re this way, but it you’re just stuck like this.
  Honestly, it’s not like you think it’s fun. You do try to get along with the few friends you have, but the majority of the time, you drive new people away.
  Maybe it has more to do with you just hating unfamiliar people. Folks that you don’t know can be scary. You never know if a person is really being genuine and nice when they smile at you, or if they’re just waiting to dump a bucket of ranch on you while your back is turned and lock you in the janitor's closet.
  No, you’ve just seen the bad side of people enough to know that sometimes, it’s less of a pain to keep them at arm’s length just enjoy your solitude.
  There’s also the other issue. You’re just paranoid and closed off in general, but not for any reason you feel like you can talk about. Well, you could, but there’s no sane person on earth who would believe you.
  You have weird, weird dreams. Dreams that actually do come true, but also don't. You’ll dream about an event you haven't seen, like Lily Mason slipping on a puddle of congealed pudding at lunch and face-planting onto the floor next to your seat. And low-and-fucking-behold, it happens that very same day, and you’re left staring at a puddle of spit, blood, and dirty crappy pudding as the teachers rush her to the nurse’s office. Or you'll dream of something that has already happened and see it in full view. Like the time you watched the principal pull money out of the school account to pay for the mortgage on his new house. Then hear about him getting arrested a week later.
  You honestly just been trying to chalk these up to coincidental hallucinations or those “deja vu brain glitches”. You see a lot of things you don't care to see, and you really would like to think that they aren't actually true. But they’ve only gotten worse and more accurate as you’ve gotten older.
  You’ve started having nightmares. Bad, bad nightmares. You dream about the human race going extinct, the earth being destroyed, and people being slaughtered like cattle in front of you.
  You’ve turned in an insomniac in the past few months. The nightmares being the main cause, but not just because of them. Grandma told you that you’ve started doing more than just sleeping. She’s said that you’ve started sleepwalking around the house. You’ll stare blankly at the walls, dead-eyed like a fish and spouting out random gibberish non-stop. She’s said that it’s almost impossible to keep track of what you say, but she’s caught something about “ a storm in a golden city” and how “everything will have start again, we’re all doomed”. It was incredibly disturbing, both for her to see and you to hear.
  So now you’ve taken to sleeping as little as possible. It’s in no way healthy, and you know that, but it’s the only thing you can think to do that will help.
  Overall, you are paranoid and defensive. For reasons you don’t think you open up about.  

Handle: tartarologyCritic

Typing Style: You type in perfect grammar because you like for people to have a fucking clue of what you’re saying. Your style is actually pretty dull, no quirks or anything to speak of. Outside of the fact that you desperately try to hide the fact you have a southern accent. And sometimes it slips out. Ain’t easy to hide, ya know. Color Code #FF8700

Eye color: Orange

Symbol: Off/On symbol

Guardian: Weird Granny


Strengths:
  You are a very, very smart kid. You are the guy most people come to if they have a problem that needs sorting out or solving. Puzzle and thinking-based issues are your fucking bread and butter.
  You are an undyingly loyal motherfucker. If you have a buddy in need, you won’t think twice before helping them.
  You can come at most problems from an unbiased perspective if you need to.
  You have a handy little ability to set your emotions to the side to solve a bigger issue and just look at it rationally.
  Your foresight is on point. It’s easy as shit for you to be able to tell where things will end up.  
  You’re a straightforward, honest fella. Not really because you want to be, but more because of you're just terrible at lying.

Weaknesses:
  You have your own ideas about the nature of aggression. You’re used to being picked on, so you’re quick to attack before you can be attacked.
  You tend to be pretty hard on people, but being a perfectionist, you’re even more unforgiving on yourself. You tend to really grind down on mistakes, even to the point of punishing yourself.  
  You have a bad habit of overestimating your intellect. You study things you’re really better off not knowing or something that is flat out dangerous to study. You’d like to be the expert on whatever you’re into, so you will take all the risks to be the best at something. Even to the point disregarding common sense.
  You are not an “emotions” kinda guy. Not in the sense of being emotionless, but more along the lines of you just don’t know what the fuck to do with them. Whether dealing with your own or dealing with others. ]
  Your eyesight is pretty bad. Like, really bad. You have diagnosed astigmatism, so you have to wear special glasses to be able to see fucking anything.

Fears/Insecurities: You are always nervous about what you don’t know. Deep down, you’re afraid that one thing you don’t know about will be the thing to do you in, or worse. You’ll find about the horrible, inevitable thing that is heading your way and you won’t be able to do anything to stop it.
  Being smart is part of your identity at this point, and to be honest, you really, really don’t like meeting someone who’s smarter than you. Makes you feel obsolete and useless. Because let’s be real here, your smarts are the only thing that makes you helpful. You are the go-to guy for information and if you fail on that, you’ve lost your purpose. And that is fucking inexcusable.
  Also, ever since you were a kid, you've been deathly afriad of thunderstorms. You just go into straight up panic mode whenever you hear the sound of thunder.


Likes: Books, dogs, anime, deepweb lore, film noir, urban legends, and clockwork.

Dislikes: Superstition, country music, kawaii weeaboo shit, storms, loud noises, and birds.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, internet browsing, solving puzzels.

Driving Force: To learn EVERYTHING and use that knowledge for the greater good.


God Tier Title: Mage of Light

Land: Land of Lighthouses and LEDs

Derse or Prospit: Prospit

Strife Specibus: iPadkind + Broomkind/Staffkind

Fetch Modus: You have the Social Media Modus, it was a gift from your grandma to try to get you to "socialize more". It's an Array type, but every time you captchalogue/eject an item, the modus automatically posts this to your Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, Myspace, Friendster, Youtube, or any other account you could have. It's absolutely pointless, but you hate using it. What if you captchalogue something private? You don't need that shit out there.


Describe your character in three words: Here’s this motherfucker.

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A working yacht with WiFi and a laptop.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: You’d like to not be such a mistake.

Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Milk, applesauce, soda, ice cream… When the fuck is grandma going shopping, again?

Other: N/A

Mortimer Masons

Full Name: Mortimer ‘Mort’ Masons
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): Average height, but a little bit chubby and not at all fit- just more to love!
Age: 15

Personality: Mort immediately comes off as a warm person, comfortably gentle and easy to talk to. Not too much of an extrovert, he still appreciates the odd conversation or two with people he cares about. He tries to be encouraging to all his friends, taking joy in helping people with their problems. Sensible and realistic, he deals with problems in the ways he knows will work, in general basing his actions on realism and a practical outlook.
Knowing his interests, most people would probably describe him as ‘emo,’ and he doesn’t exactly shun the label--although he doesn’t like labels that much. While his interests divert into the gothic and macabre, he’s still a generally cheery kid. Progressive but passive to a fault, he doesn’t try to force his opinions on others, content to make his own judgements and respect those of others. Generally an independent thinker when it comes to things like norms and fashion, he likes to march to the beat of a different drum. He’s also pretty openly gay.

Physical appearance:

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Mort isn’t exactly impressive in stature, average height and a little bit chubby. He generally wears a cheery expression on his rounded features, a smile hiding wide hazel eyes. He has a round nose and rounder ears. His hair is somewhere between wavy and curly, a beautiful blonde shaved short on the right side so it all rides over the left.
His sense of fashion is either absolutely dreadful or refreshingly unique; He enjoys woolen socks and cargo shorts with baggy tees usually featuring fun patterns in pastels and rainbows. He doesn’t really care how he looks as long as he has the end decision on the matter.

Strengths: Rational and competent, relatively friendly and quick to react in stressful situations
Weaknesses: Not particularly physically fit, has a hard time making choices that don’t have an obviously better option, tends to overthink things, seems not to care about people’s opinions but is actually pretty sensitive
Fears/Insecurities: He’s uncomfortable with being judged or commented on, even if it’s constructive or plain nice.
Likes and Hobbies: Practicing and performing the flute, music theory and music in general, amature demonology, cooking baked goods and pastries, the macabre, boys
Dislikes: Judgmental or pushy people, but he tries not to judge- He’s a pretty passive guy.

Handle: faustianJeoparder
Typing Style: He types with proper capitalization and mostly-correct punctuation. He’ll add a period to the end and capitalize it even when it isn’t a sentence. He doesn’t shy away from exclamation points and thingam though!
Eye color: Hazel
Symbol: A simple black design of a bat
Guardian: Mom

God Tier Title: Mage of Life
Land: tbd
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Edgekind: Generally holds items that possess a single keen edge but aren’t big enough to be a machete or something of the like. Something along the lines of a scalpel, a razor, or just box cutter blades.
Fetch Modus: Operation modus: Adding an item is simple, it goes into a list and any item can be retrieved at any time. However, in order to retrieve an item you must pluck a miniaturized version of it from an Operation dummy with tweezers. If you fail and hear the buzzer, uh-oh! Your entire sylladex is dumped unceremoniously to the ground. If too many items are in the sylladex and you try to add another, you won’t be able to. In general, not very risky, just nerve-wracking.

Other:

Theme:

Cevl Mathius

Full Name: Cevl Martin Mathius
Gender: Male
Height: 6”3
Age:20
Physical appearance:(((I am not good at putting sentences into paragraphs, so I put a list of key Pysical Traits+ picture)))



Cevl is 6”5, and 120 lbs, aka he is tall and lanky.

He has a mess of Blue hair on the top of his head which he rarely takes care of. He will get it cut often enough to keep it out of his ears, and when he takes a shower, he does wash it, but other than that, the hair remains untouched.

He usually wears shirts which he has gotten from different technology conferences across the country, which range from advertising cloud computing to one which has a picture of a Beaver behind an X-Ray, and no further explanation.

He isn't much of a sloucher, mostly because his father has pounded that much into him.  

He wears a pair of Augmented Reality Glasses which he and a group of friends have developed and which they call the Tech-glasses. They're Nothing to fancy, but they allow him to find syntax errors in code much more easily.

Personality:(((Same as appearance, but with Personality)))
Cevl is a hard-core programmer, he specializes in the languages of ~ath, and also loves the lesser known language of @less, ^cake, and it's Linux counterpart, #cake.

Cevl loves music and claims that the earlier the music the better, although he will often be found listening to Modern Composers such as John Schmidt, and Lindsey Sterling.

Cevl loves science, especially in the physics aria. He dreams of the day that he will be able to do some programming on a quantum computer.

Cevl is quite a leader if he doesn't realize that he is leading. Once he realizes that he is leading, he curls up inside of himself, pushing away all friends, and will go out of his way to not lead. However, he doesn't follow, he tends to do his own thing, in a lawful neutral manner.

Cevl is not a very sociable person, feel lucky if he talks to you, and it is next to unheard of if he decides that you are his friend. as such, he doesn't play favorites and therefore is a good advocate.

While Cevl doesn't mind others using “specific fourLetter words related to inappropriateSubjects” he will never be caught dead saying anything of them.


Cevl has a bad habit of making really bad puns.

Cevl Enjoys being outside in the sun, even though he doesn't usually do much out there, on a nice and sunny day, he will bring a laptop outside, and do all his work under a pine tree outside with a bottle of bug spray at hand.

Cevl is a poke maniac. He grew up wit Pokemon red on his dad's old Game boy Color and has caught all 150 Pokemon multiple times. He also Modified Pokemon Go when it first came out, to work for his Tech-glasses, and still plays it.

Handle:ComputerTechy
Typing Style:he will ocationalyMiss a space every nowAndAgain
Eye color:Blue
Symbol:a 0 inside of a 1
Guardian:His Father who is a networking specialist.

Strengths:He is a good Problem solver. He is good at Making an application do what he wants it to. He is good at creating worlds in a game which a user can get sucked into while playing,(although he does try to avoid doing that literally)
Weaknesses: he is physically weak, and he isn't very good at making friends.
Fears/Insecurities:He fears socializing, talking to strangers, and leadership
Likes and Hobbies:programming, laying outside in the sun,
Dislikes:He hates Bugs(both in code and in real life).He tries to avoid Talking with People he doesn't know. He also has a few grudges against how illogical the English language is.


God Tier Title:Mage of Mind
Land:Land of Sparks and logic
Derse or Prospit:Derse
Strife Specibus:Bugspray Kind

Describe your character in three words: an Intelligent Introvert Programmer.

If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: His computer, and Bug Spray