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Luke Wright

Full Name: Lucas Wright (just Luke)
Gender: Male
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'4, kind of a shorty, scrawny guy
Age: 16

Personality: Luke is not necessarily a critical thinker. Whilst he may analyze situations and act accordingly, he whittles easily under pressure and does not like to be put in the spotlight. Despite this, as long as he is able to keep calm- Luke is more than capable of giving sound and reasonable advice and plans of action.

Luke is certainly not very self-confident. Whilst he's convinced that he tries to stay on the bright side and reflect on his mistakes- he has a sort of phobia around them and oftentimes second guesses himself whenever he makes some form of decision. This isn't exactly helped by the fact that he's also indecisive.

Despite lacking self-confidence, his online persona he portrays is quite a different story. Luke is highly passive-aggressive, and will gladly nonchalantly chip in his opinion about anything going on. This façade he wears does not pass into his actual personality online, and they remain separate.

Luke is, naturally, an introvert; but does indeed enjoy companionship for long as he isn't in the spotlight. In a group chat he would lurk and gather information about people rather than speak up and ask someone directly. Speaking of which, he's a great listener when it comes to venting- yet is rather bad at expressing what he's trying to say when explaining something to someone else. He never really understands his own emotions.

Luke attempts to be stoic about pretty much everything that goes on in his life. Believing more so for a leveled head than a hot one, he approaches problems at his own pace rather than at someone else's. Luke is adamant that one goes slowly when solving a problem- and will be frustrated if someone tries to rush it.

Living quite an exotic life on an island with his Uncle, Luke does not understand or get many pop-culture references- causing him to be behind the times when it comes to such references.

Physical appearance:  

Appearance:

Strengths: Methodical and analytical thinking, brilliant technician, high tolerance for being alone.
Weaknesses: Self-consciousness to the high heavens, fragile mental state, weak and scrawny.
Fears/Insecurities: Losing people, making mistakes, heights, people taller and buffer than him that look at him in an aggressive manner.
Likes and Hobbies: Robotics and coding, ironically terrible games, roleplaying games (usually tabletop).
Dislikes: discussion of feeeelings, being called out on his shit, inefficiency

Handle: educatedRecollection
Typing Style: Just normal grammar. Doesn't really use faces. But stop rushing it! You're so frustrating!
Eye color: Green
Symbol: (See appearance)
Guardian: Uncle Dane

God Tier Title: Page of Space
Land: Land of Oil and Frogs
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: wrenchKind
Fetch Modus: Briefcase (Items are put in their places, where they need to be. No exceptions. Most OP Fetch Modus out there.)

Other:

Consort Appearance:

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:

KoiKaz Rompen

Full Name: KioKaz Rompen
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): 5ft/125lbs
Age: 7 sweeps old

Personality: KoiKaz is the kind of troll to say something out loud that everyone else is too nervous to say. She is very stubborn, and once she made up her mind about something there’s no going back without a lot of convincing. Her dry humor drifts toward the macabre. She is more concerned with the big picture than with the tiny details. She is patient and mastered the art of take things as they come.She can take a situation and see the good in it, much to some other’s dismay.

She has a bad habit of being vague at times. She can be pessimistic. Sometimes her mind gets caught up on a thing that somebody said or did that rubbed her the wrong way and she keeps replaying that over and over in her head. Sometimes it’s something she did that was wrong or stupid that she did that replays over and over again in her head. Sometimes she has get her out of her head and she sleeps a lot to escape.

Physical appearance: KoiKaz is a short, muscular troll with long, thin horns. She has sharp, uneven teeth. She has long, curly, messy, black hair she keeps pinned back behind her ears. Like most purple bloods, she paints her face with white designs of her interests. For her it’s a big, single, messy snowflake.

She wears a purple tank top under her black sweater with a hole cut in the shape of her sign since she didn’t know how to sew things when she first bought it and it was very comfortable with the holes. Then she learned how to sew and bought a black jacket with purple lining and crudely sewn a large version of her symbol onto the back of it, and a smaller one on the front. She wears thick black leggings under a knee length black skirt with purple trim. Lastly, her shoes are purple hiking boots complete with snow shoe clip-ons for the harsh weather conditions.


Strengths: Physically strong. Great balance. Quick learner.
Weaknesses: She will never let anyone know about her thoughts that repeat themselves. She will have long pauses for thoughts. Very stubborn.
Fears/Insecurities: She hates her unevenly sharp teeth.
Likes/Hobbies: Sledding to the extreme! Puzzle games, first-person shooters, first-person puzzle games. Folding things and cutting them to look like snowflakes. Sewing, though bad at it. Has a passion for emotionally driven, high action, cartoons.
Dislikes: Moba’s, fish, the footwear-flip-flops, existential feelings of dread, that weird ass ‘penguin’ lusus down the way that just sits there and stares at them… menacingly.

Handle: fractalBixby
Typing Quirk/Color: She replaces z and ‘zee’ sounds with Ƶ . Color#330066
Blood color: Purple
Psionic Power: N/A

Symbol: Capriga

Lusus: Giant seal with tusks jutting upward and outward from its jaw.

God Tier Title: Witch of Space
Land: Frogs and Roses
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Scissor kind
Fetch Modus: Puzzle modus

Other: KoiKaz lives in the farthest reaches of the planet in the ice zones. Her hive is near floating glaciers.

Someone told her about the Juggalo faith and she’s not really that interested in it or knows that much about it but all the other purple bloods are doing it, so might as well. The face paint looks nice.

Atalis Atisen

i hope i have expressed my ideas clearly enough you can understand what i'm trying to do.

Full Name: Atilas Atisen
Gender:Male
Physique (Height/Weight):5"8'
Age:8 sweeps

Personality:
Atalis is a servant, living in the Royall Overground Base, where all the ships come in and take off on different missions, to take over other planets, and what not. While he gets to watch all the troops and has talked with the General, a few times, he has never gotten to hold a gun, nor get off Alternaria, or any of the cool perks that usually comes with working with the army.

Instead, he is just a servant, a custodian, and a technician. while everyone else is going about, rushing in and out from doing one thing or another, he slips in and out of everything quietly keeping the place clean, and running smoothly. He keeps vending machines stocked, keeps the place clean enough for safety inspections, makes sure that people know where to go to get to places on time, and other rather important jobs. He does do this on a team, but most people will stay a quarter of a sweep at most, as they then try to move on to more glorious lines of work. Atalis, on the other hand, has now been working there a sweep and a half.

You see, while most other trolls want to be acknowledged for good works, and accomplishments, or seeking the approval of others, Atalis is content just knowing that because he was there, the place ran smoother. He will not yell back at another troll who starts complaining that he is doing an awful job at something, instead, he just takes it in, rolls up his sleeves, and makes sure to get it done better.

While he is fine just letting the weight of the skies rest on his shoulders, it’s not like he is crazy, and loves working, he gets stressed like anyone else, but he “knows” that it would not be courteous to say anything, as everyone else must be just as stressed as he is. He just bottles it all up and keeps working, doing the best he can. occasionally the pressure will burst, and he ends up yelling out others of the team, especially when he sees them not pulling their own weight. this is more rare than common, so as long as you are not the straw that breaks the camel’s back, you should be fine.

On the rare occasion that he finds himself with an ounce of free time, he will often be found catching up on sleep, or meals. if the even rarer occasion comes, and he doesn’t need anything for himself, you can often find him staring up at the stars, naming constellations, and imagining all the glorious battles that are going on up there. He will also spend time chatting with friends online.

Physical appearance:
He is tall and skinny to the point of malnourishment, he doesn’t have much to go on in the ways of looks. he rarely does his hair, as he doesn’t have the time, and so it’s kind of scraggly mangy, long hair. His horns are fairly wide, and at the top split off into five, almost looking like hands holding something up.



Strengths: he is organized in his time, he can get quite a bit done in a short amount of time,
Weaknesses: he never knows how much is too much, and he is not always the best at taking care of himself.  
Fears/Insecurities: he irrationally fears letting people down, and he fears forcing his troubles on others, as if they wanted to be bothered by it, they would ask.
Likes/Hobbies:
he finds joy when someone thanks him for something he has done, especially since he doesn’t get a lot of thanks. His main hobby is star gazing.


Dislikes: he dislikes forcing others to do things, he can ask them, but won't push much past  a solid maybe. He also actually dislikes having to do everything by himself, although he will never show it, as he hates bothering others about it even more.

Handle: ablatedAdespota
Typing Quirk/Color: speaks concise\_y, yet \_aid back.
Blood color: Olive
Psionic Power:none
Symbol:

Lusus: a Giant Tortuous

God Tier Title:bard of space
Land:land of Frogs and rain.
Derse or Prospit:prospit
Strife Specibus:crowbarKind
Fetch Modus:Wallet, as it’s the only way to be even the least bit organized

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

Mona Bradley (CW FOR DRUG USE)

Full Name: Mona (Ramona) Bradley
Gender: Nonbinary, they/them.
Physique (Height/Weight): 5'7, 124lbs.
Age: 15 years old.

Personality:
Mona is a quiet but friendly kid with some odd interests that they're particularly passionate about. A firm believer in aliens and the supernatural, this child could go on and on about them and what they've supposedly seen. Mona doesn't exactly take very kindly to "nonbelievers", but won't be hostile and will probably just move on to another topic. This being said, they are very passive due to their constant high.

When not blazed out of their mind, Mona is very aggressive and standoffish, and isn't afraid to tell someone to piss off, but this is rare. They are normally very expressive and have a vivid imagination, often trying to find different solutions to problems, though they aren't the best at thinking outside the box.

Physical appearance:
Mona has mid-length black hair that they often tie back or hide under a beanie, leaving a few strands out to hang over the left side of their face. Their eyes are an odd bright blue-ish purple, but are often hidden behind a pair of cheap aviators. They seem to really like alien and horror-related stuff, their regular ol' shirt being a grey one with a classic green alien plastered onto the middle. The only pants they will ever wear are loose sweatpants and jeans.

Mona also has the skin condition vitiligo, but it is hardly noticeable due to their light skin, small patches all over their body only slightly darker than normal.

Strengths:

• Very creative.
  
• Supportive of their friends.
  
• Persuasive with their kind personality.
  
• Light on their feet, fast runner.
  

Weaknesses:

• Often experiences severe hallucinations.
  
• Shuts down under a lot of pressure.
  
• Distracted easily.
  
• A real pushover.
  

Fears/Insecurities:

• Snakes.
  
• Being abandoned by their pals.
  
• Their bad habits. They'd quit if they weren't so dependent on the herb to keep them happy.
  

Likes and Hobbies:

• Classic horror films.
  
• Alternative rock.
  
• Tacky tye dye shit.
  
• Scented candles.
  
• Demonology.
  
• The supernatural.
  
• Expirimenting with drugs.
  
• Buying useless shit to decorate their room with.
  

Dislikes:

• Politics. Why can't the world just be peaceful?
  
• Super hard puzzles.
  
• Difficult decisions.
  
• Vegetables.
  
• Romance films/novels/shows.
  
• Bright lights.
  
• Fake edgy kids. They're the Real Edgelord here.
  

Handle: vaporwaveGloaming [VG]
Typing Style: you type pretty chill, using lots of 'net slang and all that shit, rarely using punctuation. you do like to throw in the occasional exclamation point, and usually replace ... as ,,,

Eye color: Royal Purple.
Symbol: A little green alien.
Guardian: Cousin Cory.

God Tier Title: Prince of Space.
Land: Land of Depth and Roses.
Derse or Prospit: Derse.
Strife Specibus:

knifeKind:

Fetch Modus: probably not even gonna use this

Other:
michael myers is their bf

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.

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:

Nocilune + Noctrine

Physique (Height/Weight): Somewhat short for a cherub with lanky arms and legs. Normal weight.
Age: 10 units
Physical appearance: Dark green 'skin', and missing right eye. Where the eye should be is completely black, with a crack in the skull.
Guardian: None


Name: Nocilune
Gender: Male

Personality: Nocilune just loves life. He doesn't need excitement or purpose. He could repeat the same day for all time and be perfectly content. Despite this he is very curious, and loves to learn all he can about certain topics and annoy his 'sister' with such useless information. He's almost never sad or upset and insulting him will get you nowhere. He likes to think that he knows everything there is to know about everything and will flaunt his intellect at whoever will listen. However most of his 'facts' are incorrect.

Physical Appearance: Nocilune wears a purple ribbon around his neck and a pink jacket over his black T-shirt with his symbol. He also wears baggy grey sweatpants. He doesn't wear shoes.

Strengths: Nocilune is incredibly optimistic and nothing can keep him down for long. If he wants something done than by golly it's going to be done! He can see across far away distances with his dead eye.
Weaknesses: He's too happy-go-lucky to really take anything seriously. He can't really see the Big Picture. He cannot take care of himself.
Fears/Insecurities: The only thing he fears is maturing and losing either himself or his 'sister'.
Likes and Hobbies: He enjoys planting gardens, drawing, and playing instruments (badly).
Dislikes: Being serious, being corrected, etc.

Handle: callowArchitect
Typing Style: capi+alizes only the le++er P and replaces t with +
example: +hanks Pal!
Blood/Eye Color: lime green
Symbol: Pause button
Juju(s): A trumpet that when blown, produces jelly beans. If anyone other than a cherub eats these jelly beans, Trickster Mode is activated.

God Tier Title: Seer of Space
Land: Land of Sugar and Frogs.
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: paddlekind
Fetch Modus: Juju

Other: Theme song:


Name: Noctrine
Gender: Female

Personality: Noctrine is INTENSE. Being around her is physically and mentally taxing. She's rude, loud, bossy, and bitchy. But no one will deny that she is a badass. She does everything the hard way for no good reason at all. Despite her rough exterior she truly does care about her 'brother'. She has to be the responsible one but she can't really control what Nocilune does while he has control. She worries a lot for him and she has had to mature fast in order to protect them both. She has told him if he is ever in trouble to say her name and she will take over. She doesn't really know that cherubs are supposed to fight for control because Nocilune has never once fought her. That being said she will KICK ASS to defend her and her brother.

Physical Appearance: Noctrine wears a grey wig to cover her missing eye. She also wears a black tee with her symbol and a light purple jacket with matching skirt. She doesn't wear shoes.

Strengths: Noctrine is very confident in her fighting abilities. She is very responsible and can usually predict the outcome of most situations.
Weaknesses: She can get stressed out when faced with a problem she can't just punch away.
Fears/Insecurities: Like her 'brother' she too fears the day they will have to mature, and one will take over the body.
Likes and Hobbies: Noctrine likes hunting, stargazing, and listening to music.
Dislikes: Pretty much everyone that isn't Nocilune.

Handle: archaicGuardian
Typing Style: CAPITALIZES EVERY LE++ER EXCEPT FOR p.
Blood/Eye Color: candy red
Symbol: Play button
Juju(s): Noctrine has a poker chip that when flipped encases her in a sarcophagus which protects from damage.

God Tier Title: Thief of Time
Land: Land of Steel and Percussion
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: spearkind
Fetch Modus: Juju
Other: Theme song: They were hatched on Alternia's pink moon and stowed away on a transport ship back to the main planet. Now they live in a cave on Alternia away from civilization hunting lusii for food. Nocilune wants to make friends with the trolls but Noctrine knows that is a bad idea and forbid him from doing so. It was a seadweller troll that shot their right eye out while Nocilune was in control.

#Cherub #Seer #Space #Thief #Time

Arty Southers

Full Name: Artemis ‘Arty’ Southers
Gender: Female
Physique (Height/Weight): Tall for her age and of average build
Age: 16

Personality: (ISFP) Arty is a kind and creative person, willing to help anyone with a problem and is readily trusting, believing the best in everyone. She enjoys divulging in her hobbies in her free time, but is not against a chat with a friend. She usually keeps to herself, but she enjoys it when others seek her company or opinions, eager to share her thoughts on most issues if given a fair chance. She is always thoughtful towards other people’s emotions, and is empathetic to a fault. She hates witnessing pain and has a motherly spirit to those at a disadvantage.
However, she isn’t always so perfectly pleasant. If she finds you to be consistently distasteful or objectionable, she quickly shuts out and shuns you, if not actively trying to cleanse you of her ways. To those whom she disagrees with, she likely comes off as a bit of a bitch.

Physical appearance:

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Arty is tall and somewhat daunting to those who don’t know her, her perfectly-applied lipstick and pale, regal features somewhat intimidating at first glance. Her eyes and mouth are somewhere between warm and bemused, her smallish nose and thin eyebrows welcoming. Her hair is a steel grey and reaches no further than her jawline, a bit wavy but not exactly trendy-something a grandmother might wear. She’s a highly convincing android, and wears clothes made of plastics and metals.
She usually adorns herself in long skirts and modest tops, but can be known to slip into a skimpier cocktail dress or summer wear if the occasion arises. Her prefered colors are greys and whites, seams lined with rivets and welding marks.

Strengths: Easily makes friends, unafraid to get her hands dirty, competent with rational thought, not particularly picky about anything; goes with the flow
Weaknesses: Sensitive, easily gets attached to things, a little indecisive, unsure how to handle intense situations, prone to panic
Fears/Insecurities: Panic-inducing situations(^), worries on things needlessly, crippling fear of heights
Likes and Hobbies: Biology, chemistry and horticulture, gardening and the collection of amphibious or reptilian pets, sculpting and pottery
Dislikes: Bigoted, rude or insensitive people, annoyances in general

Handle: isoproPhylanthropist
Typing Style: She’s pretty welcoming when she types, with lower punctuation and a relaxed style
Eye color: Dark navy blue (#020b2a)
Symbol: Moonflower

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Guardian: Mum

God Tier Title: Prince of Space
Land: (i haven’t decided on a theme for the set of characters she is from yet)
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Hammerkind
Fetch Modus: Science Trivia Modus- In order to store an item in the modus one must answer a science trivia question, its difficulty depending on the worth of the item. If you fail a cooldown period for adding or retrieving items is induced depending on the worth of the item.

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#Human #Prince #Space