KRATOS SURNAM

[KRATOS SURNAM]

KRATOS SURNAM

TROLL• MALE• 6.5 SWEEPS • RED TEAM • STRAIGHT • TURBULENTLAWFUL

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TONIGHT I'M BRINGIN' DUNWALL TO LIFE AS I WALK ON WATER, THROUGH WALLS OF LIGHT

YOU HEARD THE KING AS THE URCHINS SING, REVENGE SOLVES EVERYTHING

PHYSIQUE

★ APPEARANCE: Average build, standing at 5'8" and weighing in at 133 lbs. Skin is maybe a few shades lighter than normal, since all you do is stay inside. Your hair falls to your neck, shaggy and thin. Your eyes are the typical youngling grey-pupil-on-yellow-iris, and are always looking off to the side. You like to think it makes you look unfocused, which is a great tactical decoy (so you like to think).

Your horns appear as if your symbol had been split in two, then glued to either side of your head. They come out straight, both ending in sharply angled hooks, and each has a bar jutting out 90 degrees at midway.

★ COMMON WEAR: Day in and day out, you've got the same attire. A grey long-sleeve turtleneck under a blue hoodie (showing off your blood hue) with your symbol stuck like an iron-on patch on the left shoulder, all over grey jeans and black running shoes. You spice it up a bit, you suppose, with a pair of gloves and/or some goggles. It's not much, but even the sternest of trolls get tired of monotony.

When you do extreme roleplay like FLARP, you choose to dress as your ancestor THE DISHONORED, which consists of you trading your jacket for a pea coat and donning a plastic mask resembling a skull.

★ OTHER FEATURES: You have some puncture scars on your right arm from when you fucked up a bear trap once. Oops.

PERSONAGE

★ POSITIVE:

[/i] others, but in the way you're always three steps ahead of every scheme put against you. You are just the best there is.
• ADAPTIVE - You can quickly adapt to any situation. You're good like that.
• CREATIVE - Goes hand-in-hand with CLEVER ADAPTABILITY.[/ul]
★ NEGATIVE:

[/i] fun is when they get mad at you, and say or do something out of anger. Nothing like the rush of adrenaline you get from exacting some undeserved self-caused nonspecific revenge.
• KIND OF MESSED UP - Which sums up the last trait. You're kind of addicted to revenge, and you really do go out of your way to make people mad just so you can get back at them for reacting.
• PRIDEFUL - And to top it all off, you always feel like it was just. That you've done a great honor to the empire by enacting these ridiculous ploys and paybacks. Like tit-for-tat is a matter of manhood.[/ul]
★ LIKES:

★ DISLIKES:

[/i], but the more you look at them the more you feel like putting a bolt in your head.[/ul]
★ HABIT:

• RUNNING - Good cardio, and also when traps fail. This happens more often than you like, and is loads safer than toughing a fight.
  
• POCKETS - If you're outside your hive, you don't even have hands. Your hands are so rarely seen that they might as well not even exist.

★ FEAR:

• EMOTIONS - You thrive on anger, and that's all you need. You don't even want other emotions. Love and friendship is just...a scary thought to you. Foreign and scary as hell.
  
• DYING - You don't care if you've got a backup body waiting on another planet, you seriously do not want to fucking die at all. If need be, you will scramble away on your fucking hands and knees to avoid death. This usually leads to a lot of RUNNING.

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INVENTORY

★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: You use two specibi, the first being TRAPKIND, which allows you to employ various snares and pitfalls to incapacitate an opponent. Bear traps and nets are usually what you use, but any improvised tools also count. It's a difficult style to use, but the potential disabling advantage is worth it. Of course, you need to know where your prey is going to go first. Sometimes you waste good traps because you don't think.

Your second specibi is the BOLTKIND which, as is referenced, allows you to use crossbows. Of course, ordinarily, crossbows are meant for burly-armed men who can actually use them. You've resigned yourself to using a homemade hand crossbow to compensate. Shut up.

★ FETCH MODUS: You employ a MINEFIELD MODUS, which turns your inventory into a 10-by-10 grid filled with trapped, explosive cards. Each item is randomly placed under a card, and once a null card is selected, the adjacent cards light up with numbers showing how close they are to a trapped card. You can flag certain cards to disable nearby explosives, but doing so destroys any potential items beneath. You're usually pretty good at getting the important shit out without blowing your sylladex to hell.

Of course, you always run the risk of setting off the BIG BOMB, which, by your modus' description, would destroy every item in your sylladex.

BACK STORY

★ GUARDIAN / ANCESTOR: Your ancestor was THE DISHONORED, a once-loved Legislacerator accused and framed for the massacring of several notable highbloods many sweeps prior. They say that for every sweep he spent in binds, his anger and desire for revenge against those who had framed him grew thrice that. By all imperial accounts, he died on the flogging jut.

But that's not entirely true. Whispers on the winds (and a last missive left by a fellow prisoner) say that. one night. he was approached by something supernatural and gifted with special majyyks to exact his revenge, and was to carry out said acts for the amusement of the entity itself. He escaped his prison, taking his vengeance against his fellow Legislacerators, against the ones who set to cause upheaval in the castes by displacing those in power. The majyyks aided him in his pursuit of those who would wrong others for their own gain for dozens of sweeps after, extending his life far longer than normal. The Imperials would hide his existence though, as the notion of anyone but the Empoream having control over life is branded as heresy.

Of course, that's just a bunch of rumors. Exciting, wondrous rumors. You kind of wish you knew more about him.

★ HISTORY: Your name is KRATOS SURNAM, and you thrive off of revenge. Since your larval years, you have always had a passion for BEING AN ASS and GETTING MAD. Your interests have grown since then, though, and now include topics such as LONG-RANGE WARFARE, MAGIC RESEARCH, and MAKING OTHER PEOPLE MAD. You are a tealblood, and as is most commonly associated with Alternian blood caste, you are destined for civil service. You've been brought up by your lusus CROWBRO (you thought that was pretty clever), who not only aids you in your quests for revenge, but also keeps careful watch from the treetops all day for potential threats to the hive.

You hope to one day be as great a defender of the public as your ancestor was (or was claimed to be, who knows), but all signs point to that PROBABLY NEVER HAPPENING. Even if you had the mystic powers he did, you don't think you could resign yourself to only killing those who were deemed a threat to others. Everyone and anyone can be a threat, and they all have reasons to be punished. You'll get around to it eventually.

Your hive is more like a high-rise tree-penthouse, like someone build an apartment complex into the trunk of a redwood. Yes, that is correct, you live inside of a tree. Which tree? You can't say. Better you leave it a secret anyway. Your Trollian handle is turbulentLawful, and you +l> +end +o ge+ long-winded whenever you +ype, and usually +hrow in a lo+ of insul+s, you fucking dipshi+.

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

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[sandy]

KNIGHT OF BREATH DERSE DREAMER KRATOS SURNAM

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

LAND OF QUICKSAND AND BLISS.

At first glance one would say your land was idyllic. At second glance the expanses of lush flowery meadows would begin to appear a bit fishy. And after a third look, the illusion would shatter. The wide lovely expanses of wild grass and flowers would show to have marks. Massive earthen oceans of slowly swirling quicksand. Gargantuan pits of the unforgiving cyclones. Up in the skies circle unfathomable huge wind storms that focus on the seas of sand in a twist of unnatural science. What few aren't corpses, or soon to be, are the blue IGUANAS; your consorts. After a quick conversation, they'll fill you in on the only way to save the planet and its inhabitants. Either slay or calm the great TYPHEUS, consequently quelling the violent storms above. You could. You could also not. It's always an option to ignore the trouble your Denizen causes. Ignore the unquestionable suffering of your consorts. It's all up to you. As they say, "Ignorance is Bliss."

But that will all come in time, Knight. 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 six and a half sweep boy. But not for much longer.

WELCOME TO THE SGRUB BETA!

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