SIGURY DRINKE

[SIGURY DRINKE]

SIGURY DRINKE

TROLL • FEMALE • 6 SWEEPS • BLUE • QUANDRANTH-SEXUAL • OceanicProponent

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we've got something, here the future is clear we exist without fear

i think we're best described as a pyrocumulus i know there's a fire deep inside of us

PHYSIQUE

★ APPEARANCE: We'll start at the top and work out way down, ok? Your hair, for it stands above your horns by several inches, is a dark violet. It is spiked above your head for the most part, but falls in front of your ears and in the back of your head. You horns stand out against this purple, being the classic orange, yellow-orange, and yellow. The three colors are spiraled on your horns which curve around your ears like ram horns, but point straight when they reach the bottom of the curve. Your eyes are the same violet hue as your hair and you take great pride in your violet blood taht courses through your veins. You are petite, both being thin and a bit on the short side. As such, you do not weigh very much. Your skin is not as grey as most of your colleagues', but you are far too grey to be mistaken as a pale human.

★ COMMON WEAR: Your normal wear is a white blouse with a red bow tied around your neck. A black frilly skirt covers your waist and violet striped stalkings cover your legs. The stripes are thin and black. Your shoes are black and very nice.

★ OTHER FEATURES: None that she'd tell you, peasant.

PERSONAGE

★ POSITIVE:

[/s] Yes, only the worth ma receie your trust.[/ul]
★ NEGATIVE:

[/i] Or that Fuschia-blooded dream-boat that you see every so often...
• VIOLENT WHEN ANGRY - Shit starts getting thrown when you're angry, but you keep you cool (sometimes).
• PROUD - You are so proud of yourself, you'd dance the night away if you could kill any one of those landdwelling nobles. You'd force the peasants to build statues of you once the nobles are gone and then you'd make the peasants form into a a people-chair for your pleasure.[/ul]
★ LIKES:

★ DISLIKES:

★ HABIT:

• CHANTING- You have the peculiar habit of reciting magical incantations that you have read when you're thinking hard. Not very loud, mind you, because you don't mean to invoke something accidentally, but loud enough for people to think you're spouting gibberish.
  
• CLENCHING FISTS- When you're talking to one of the lower-blood nobility, you seem to clench your fists and put on a highly aggressive face, though you think you're making the greatest of attempts to be polite. You also seem to end ever conversation with one of them by sticking out your tongue.

★ FEAR:

• LOW-BLOOD UPRISING- What if they were to take over the group?! What if they killed your leader?! They can't be trusted, they must be watched...
  
• LACK OF COOKIES- If you were to run out of cookies your world would just end. All at once, OVER.

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INVENTORY

★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: LitratrKind (LiteratureKind) is the Strife Specibus you use. It allows you to use anything with writing on it, whether it be a simple character or an entire work of fiction. This was the result of an accidental misunderstanding of you believing that literature somehow burned the landdweller's eyes, and therefore would be an effective weapon. No one must know this. You have stuffed it with a SCROLL OF ELDRICH FINANCES, a copy of THE APPENDIX OF GREAT OLD ANATOMY, and a dictionary commonly known as the NECRO-OMNOMNOM-ICON. Each one of these is more deadly than the last.

★ FETCH MODUS: You use the lengthily-named Fetch Modus of Ognom'O'Shchogthom'Wiliwwetsup'Bzinga Qoptren'Cth, but you know it simply as SPELL MODUS. It a fetch modus in which you, the user must chant the eldritch word for the item which you seek to retrieve. You usually succeed, but that is only when the Dark Ones allow.

BACK STORY

★ ANCESTOR: Your ancestor was GREAT! He culled those lousy landdwellers and was known as THE MASSACRE, because that's what battles would turn into when he got involved. You're a huge fan of his, and you are very proud to proclaim that he is your ancestor.

★ HISTORY: yOu a2e tHe viOlet-blOOded t2Oll, Sigury Drinke, and yOu a2e Of tHe 2uling class.

Brought up by your noble and powerful lusus, a HIPPOCAMOM, a beast with what resembled a horse front-half, a fish rear-half, and large bird wings. She had two rows of sharp teeth in her mouth and her eyes glowed with the same violet hue of your and her own blood. A bit of a loose cannon, but Hippocamom treats you quite well, allowing you to ride her and assisting you in your hunts for food for Golgolyb. You do that frequently, the hunting.

But all that is present, you were originally claimed and brought up by Hippocamom in your undersea home, which she had designed and built to model some sort of mountain castle. It has the amazing view of a broad coral reef with borders an abyss. More than once as a grub you'd wander out there, helpless and stupid, and nearly fall in, only for your lusus to save your life. Once you reached pupa, you started to ride your lusus about, purveying the land and getting your bearings in the sea. It wasn't long before you started venturing out of the sea and into the open air in search of adventure. You dove into the abyss, and discovered texts of bygone eras, many containing ancient chants of dark origins. You studied these and thanks to their more dangerous design, you designated them as your primary weapons. Large books for dropping, pointy ended scrolls for stabbing, the whole works.

Your hatred for the lowerbloods stems from meeting some of them and realizing just how rediculous they were. They just seemed to whine about not being able to breathe underwater or some such nonsense. It was sickening. You told them to try, it wasn't that hard, but they kept at it. You even tried to prove to one that he could do it, but he commited suicide in the midst of it by refusing to breathe. Seriously ridiculous, that one.

Since then your animosity toward the landdwellter has grown, and you have since decided to kill their nobility, thus forcing them to acknowledge the seadwellers as their destiny-bound ruling class. Certainly a quest that shall not fail.

THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY SUTA.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote

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SLYPH OF HOPE DERSE DREAMER SIGURY DRINKE

I believe I can see your planet now. Yes. You are in the

LAND OF NIGHT AND BUBBLES.

Your world is very dark, indeed. You can't see very far, except with the light given off by the many bubbles around your world. The land itself is very open, with many bodies of water, some very large. Despite the lack of scenery, you still need to be careful. These bubbles are your only source of light. They pop just like most bubbles do - very easily. And they don't come back. So be careful, or else you'll run out of light rather quickly. And did I mention the stinging sensation the bubbles give? Don't let them soak in your clothes for too long. The YELLOW SALAMANDERS would be quick to warn you if they weren't so scared themselves. They speak of days when it was once bright, the warm sunlight giving life to everything, not living in fear of pain. Your denizen, ABRAXAS, might be working with you on this one, keeping the bubbles there. But he's going about it a different way - he's reenforcing them. Stop him, because maybe, if he's gone, the light will come back. Venture underwater for some answers, perhaps. There are bubbles down there, but you can avoid the stinging substance for a time. Assuming you're a good swimmer, of course.

But that will all come in time, Sylph. For now, you're going back. You'll know nothing of your quest, of your land, of your very title. You'll be an average 6 sweep old troll. But not for much longer.

WELCOME TO THE SGRUB BETA!

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