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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Aug 10, 2012 11:29:18 GMT -5
PARCAE PELTIS TROLL• FEMALE • 7 sweeps • BLUE • BISEXUAL• catastropheCannibal 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 ★ APPEARANCE: You are of average height, but gaunt and angular, like somebody decided to up and stick a bunch of levers and pretty little deathtraps together. Fast approaching five and a half feet, you are composed of grit and rocks and hair and are a little heavier than your stature suggests, maybe 120 pounds or so. Your frame could be best described as wiry, but you are almost always surrounded by an aura of menace. Some consider the origin of this menace to spring from your smile, even though you mean each of your smiles WHOLE-HEARTEDLY. Your irises are beginning to fill in with purple. Your sign is a complicated scrawl that resembles a stick where on end is covered in cotton or something.
★ COMMON WEAR: You love to dress-up! Mostly you wear this fur hat and cloak that you chopped off a particularly annoying rogue lusus whose fur GLOWS when it is completely dark. It is so, so sweet especially since you live underground. You made it into this giant cylindrical hat that you wear all day, kind of like a helmet or whatever, alongside this billowing cloak thing that doesn’t billow because there’s no real freaking wind underground. You have complimented it with a spiffy white leather suit that doesn’t glow, but looks AWESOME nonetheless. It is so ludicrously awesome that you just know it has gotta be illegal. Your horns are a pair of average-sized prongs that point straight upward and are oddly ringed, separating each colour is a groove – not that you really care or finger it all the time or anything, haha!
★ OTHER FEATURES: Noooot that you remember. ★ POSITIVE: ★ NEGATIVE: ★ LIKES: ★ DISLIKES: ★ HABIT: - DIRT EATER– You compliment each meal with a healthy snack of DIRT and ROCKS. These make you STRONG.
- COMPLEXIFYING – For you there is no such thing as a straight-line, the more complex the BETTER. HA!
★ FEAR: - HEIGHTS – Something you only noticed recently, you seem to have a problem with vertigo. The OBVIOUS solution to this is hanging out in mountains and peering down sides of cliffs in the middle of the night. You tend to sweat a lot, but you are fine, hahaha, ABSOLUTELY FINE.
- MAD RAMPAGE – You fear going off the chucklevoodoo end and CULLING EVERYONE YOU EVER MEET. Awesome as that sounds, it is probably a bit IMPRACTICAL. The OBVIOUS solution to this particular fear is to grab trolls that you hate and NOT KILL THEM. Mostly you just chop off an arm or a leg and send them on their way: it is very therapeutic! Or it was until you realized your feelings might not be entirely PLATONIC, alas.
★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: You employ the ever-useful RESTKIND specibus. It allows you to fight with anything relaxing, which can range from a RECUPERACOON all the way to a COT or maybe even a COFFIN. You are pretty sure it is the BEST way to fight.
★ FETCH MODUS: You use the fiendishly complicated BOOBYTRAP MODUS. Whenever you captchalogue something, it is immediately shoved into a highly secure, boobytrapped COFFER which you must carefully disarm lest you be culled by your own modus. Using it is such a THRILL.
★ GUARDIAN / ANCESTOR: You suspect your ancestor to be the CARNIFEX. During the Great Rebellion, she was said to be a peerless warrior, so singularly capable of destruction that her mere presence would herald a shift in the tides of war. However, during the FINAL BATTLE she turned traitor, killing everyone and everything without distinction. She is both your greatest pride and your greatest shame so you reveal your ancestral legacy to NO ONE.
★ HISTORY: Your name is PARCAE PELTIS.
You are prone to being somewhat overly DRAMATIC. Extreme reactions, over-reactions, facefaults, and poorly executed THESPIAN MANEUVERS have been your stock and trade for as long as you remember. Being emphatic is not merely about being LOUD it is about being SPONTANEOUS and SURPRISING! =D
No one likes your typing quirk very much, it seems kind of tawdry and juvenile. Personally, you don’t really CARE! ;3
Secretly though, you are all about control. Self-control, controlling others, being in control - if trolls had such a thing as middle names that would be yours no question about it. Control is your gimmick, your obsession, your LIFE. You would probably DIE without control, it is that bad. The last time your temper got the better of you, you holed yourself up in your hive for an entire SWEEP and absolutely refused to see or communicate with ANYONE.
You also nearly starved to death, but, details.
You are, in a word, a spontaneity-laden control freak. This only seems like an oxymoron to those who are foolish enough to BELIEVE that the two are mutually irreconcilable traits, indeed, controlling spontaneity is pretty easy! You just say to yourself: be spontaneous, and LEBAM! It is done and done! Actually controlling other stuff, like your state of mind and other people can be TRICKY. But you’re making good progress, you are pretty sure! You only go on murderous rampages like once a perigree, and those are TOTALLY PLANNED so it is fiiiiiiiiine, geez!
You were raised by VERMESMOM, a gigantic earthworm easily the size of your hive, and one of the few lusii of your hemocaste to be completely land-based. Then again, VERMESMOM pretty much considers solid rock to be as easy to part as seawater so maybe not so land based as some might think! Plus, you think she sneaks into the ocean every now and then, but less than she would like because she is the NUMBER ONE AWESOMEST MOTHER OF ALL TIME.
Unlike most trolls you did not build your hive on level ground, but instead directed your mechanical minions to dig downwards, creating a labyrinth of underground trails. Your hive is a warren every bit as complex as one of your mother’s burrows! Your mother strongly suggested against ‘this underground nonsense’ (her words, not yours) due to reasons she could no doubt foresee through her MATERNAL EARTHSENSE, but your principle default has always been your infatuation with complexity. Simplicity may be adequate for the baseborn, but for a troll of your standing, a certain amount of intellectual rigor is to be called for. Creating a giant underground maze for a home and then slowly filling it up with deathtraps and ravenous monsters is the absolute MINIMUM an purpleblood requires, you are pretty sure.
(Sadly, most of the monsters require culling, they just won’t LISTEN to you. Even the rogue robots that wander into your caves generally refuse to be REPURPOSED and have to be SLAGGED. Oh welp.)
Due to your aforementioned infatuation, you have also made numerous plans to TAKE OVER ALTERNIA. Not that you would ever put any of these plans into motion, you have much too much respect for the Empire to do such an awful thing, but as a fun little hypothetical you think it is PRETTY SWEET. Designing the most needlessly complicated piece of seditious, treasonous filth probably should make you more concerned than it does, but as we all know, addiction is a powerful thing. Not that you think it is an addiction, you think it is a MENTAL EXERCISE and part of any troll’s SELF-SCHOOLFEEDING.
Due to your GREAT STRENGTH you do not take nourishment from organic sources alone, but are forced to consume DIRT and ROCKS as well. These have helped maintain your incredible STRONGNESS aptitude by replacing your organic muscles with inorganic metal and minerals instead. This is called biology. Yes, you are one hundred percent sure this is how biology works, or it had BETTER.
THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY dusty. TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote
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Post by nick on Aug 10, 2012 17:39:48 GMT -5
MAID OF VOID DERSE DREAMER PARCAE PELTISI believe I can see your planet now. Yes. You are in the
LAND OF CRATERS AND BLADES.A very dreary world, there appears to be no natural sky, just canvas shooting across the sky with floodlights hanging from them, illuminating the ground as floodlights do. You appear to be walking on hard-packed, dry clay, or just awful dirt. Perhaps both. In either case, there are craters everywhere, giving Locab a particularly odd surface. In the exact middle of each crater is a form of blade poking out from the ground. Swords, knives, hacksaws, every sort of blade imaginable is here. With a little bit of digging, you'd find that the blades go much deeper than you'd ever imagine. They're just not meant to come out. Your turqoise SIREN consorts will gladly show you with ease how to avoid the dangerous metal, but they won't tell you much else. Especially about NYX, the denizen of this land. Nyx has found a way to upheave the blades and construct a veritable doomsday machine. She just needs more firepower. Stop her from reaching her objective. Let the consorts guide you on your path to glory. And be careful of those craters. You wouldn't want to sever a limb.
But that will all come in time, Maid. 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 seven sweep old girl. But not for much longer.
WELCOME TO THE SGRUB BETA! [/center] |
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