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Character name: Ashram Thelst
trollTag: backmaskedBallads
Title: Thief of Keys
Planet: Land of Shade and Clockwork
Age: 7 sweeps
Symbol: alto clef
Lusus: Your LUSUS seems just fine with the frigid living arrangements, though that's just because the bastard has all that FUR to keep himself warm. Being a large FERRET-TYPE creature as he is, he just thrives in these deep tunnels, often building random nests and blockades of his own out of MISPLACED BELONGINGS and DEAD ANIMALS. He's quite the hunter. And by hunter you mean CHEATER. He possesses the same PSYCHICALLY CHARGED VOICE as you do, lending to why he chose you as a grub; however, he doesn't have the same sense of DECENCY as you do and uses his SIREN SONG to lure animals to the edge of the mountain above where they tumble to their DEATHS on your front porch. It may feed you both easily, but it's just DISHONEST. You occasionally chide him about it in an attempt to instill some of your TRUTH VENDETTA, and then he'll rebuke by bashing your TASTE IN MUSIC and flipping over your AMPS before disappearing into the depth of the hive. Things usually get tense for a few days after that. You could just never stay ANGRY at at your FERRETFATHER's adorable face though.
Hive: You live alone deep in the MOUNTAIN FORESTS, hidden away from any sort of civilization. Your hive is a beautiful and expansive VILLA-TYPE AFFAIR, suitable to one of your caste, carved right into the STEEP SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN. The halls of your home TUNNEL DEEP into the mountain, making it like some sort of FUNHOUSE full of STAIRS and EMPTY ROOMS and BOOBYTRAPS, built so that no one could ever find anything. Ever. Even you GET LOST from time to time, having had to relocate your RESPITEBLOCK several time during your YOUNGER SWEEPS because you were never able to find your way back to them. On the upside, the ACOUSTICS are FANTASTIC. On the downside, it's FUCKING COLD living at a higher altitude like this.
Blood Color: azure
Hex Code: #005682
Bio: Your name is ASHRAM THELST, and those that know you like to say that you're a bit TOUCHED in the THINK PAN. But that's because THEY JUST DON'T KNOW.
You have a NIGH COMPULSIVE desire for the TRUTH in all matters and you're are known by your acquaintances for your BLUNT VERACITY ; in fact, you're probably the most HONEST troll on all of Alternia, even if such truth comes in a rather TACTLESS manner. However, your highly SUSPICIOUS nature when it comes to other trolls can often lead you to looking for LIES where there may be none. You can often be found rooting through troll's personal blogs and other information sites in the DEEP WEB in search of inconsistancies and other signs of TREACHERY all around you. Your PARANOIA is not contained just to online interactions either, as you are quite enamored with CONSPIRACY THEORIES, and are certain that there is an IMPERIAL PLOT to force the hemospectrum through underhanded and untruthful means, targeting anyone under the royal blood range. Because of your ACTIVISM about this corruption, you fear that you have made yourself a TARGET of the Imperials and are quite manic about keeping your identity A SECRET. It is the one truth you just can't disclose, and it TEARS YOU UP INSIDE whenever you have to avoid questions of this nature.
Obviously you can be a bit NEUROTIC, and your decidedly solitary lifestyle is often being swayed by SUSPICION and CONSPIRACY, but you prefer it that way. One must suffer for the TRUTH, after all. The suffering you disdain the most though has always been the lack of SLEEP due to your wariness toward SOPOR SLIME, which you just KNOW is filled with NANOMACHINES used to PLACATE and STUPIFY those that use the foul sludge in their RECUPERACOONS. Those FOOLS. Just another plot by the IMPERIAL MACHINE. As such, you don't get much sleep, and any lapses in you consciousness are filled with NIGHTMARES of PARANOID PLOTS and other trolls COMING FOR YOU. The mere idea of having other people within arm's reach makes you want to PROJECTILE VOMIT since you're just a touch SOCIOPHOBIC. It's not that you fear or dislike others, it's just that the presense of others makes you PHYSICALLY ILL because you don't TRUST THEM as far as you could THROW THEM. Still, your HONESTY CODE dictates that everyone has a right to know, so you do what you can to SPREAD THE TRUTH even if they MAKE LIGHT of your work and lectures about the IMPERIAL PLOT. You take it all in stride though. After all, soon they'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE.
Like a fraction of other odd trolls from your generation, you have a taste for MUSIC and actually favor yourself as something of MUSICIAN and COMPOSER yourself. You like it LOUD AND OFFENSIVE, and if there were enough of a musical market on the planet to require musical genres, your creations would fall quite neatly into something a little METAL and ROCK N' ROLL. But since there isn't enough of a market for that, most trolls would just call it SATISFYING ANGRY NOISE, which works just fine for you. You pass the days and nights RECORDING many SUBLIMELODIC SONGS utilizing your trusty ELECTRIC GUITAR. You post these tracks to GRUBTUBE, where you use your following to spread the ANTI-IMPERIAL MESSAGE. Not that you have much of a following since it can be pretty hard to sell a one-troll anti-establishment rockband, but those fans that you do have are devout, possibly due to your PSYCHICALLY-CHARGED VOICE. It's a fact you utterly disdain, but EVERY WORD YOU UTTER holds a hypnotic quality that makes it NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE to resist, and you have absolutely NO CONTROL over it. It makes your songs much more INFLUENTIAL to anyone listening and any silly statement you speak become an UNSTOPPABLE COMMAND to any troll who hears it. You could conceivably raise an ARMY with your commands, if not for your REFUSAL to stoop to such underhanded methods; it also doesn't help that you would completely LOCK THE FUCK UP if you were ever put into a situation where you were FACE TO FACE with anyone, making it pretty USELESS in any combat situation.
To keep awake, you keep yourself busy with your miscellaneous other INTERESTS. A few of the things you enjoy include CONSPIRACY and PARANORMAL BLOGGING, being an ONLINE MUSIC CRITIC, and making BOOBYTRAPS that are intended to keep yourself safe but often end up backfiring; you were trapped in a pit for DAYS once before your lusus was able to find you after falling into a trap that you forgot about. You also just so happen to be a rather skilled LUTHIER and enjoy collecting wood and scrap metal from the surrounding forests to create better and MORE DEADLY guitars. Occasionally you'll partake in VIDEO CHATS with your closer acquaintances or even put on a LIVE SHOW.
StrifeSpecibus: guitarKind
fetchModus: I-SpyModus
typingQuirk: Youɿ pɒɿɒnoiɒ doɘƨn'ƚ ɘffɘcƚ youɿ ɒbiliƚy ƚo convɘy youɿ ƚhoughƚƨ, ƨo you ɒlwɒyƨ ƨpɘɒk in ɒ cɒlm ɒnd collɘcƚɘd mɒnnɘɿ wiƚh good gɿɒmmɒɿ ɒnd ƨynƚɒx, ƚhough you hɒvɘ ɒ pɘnchɒnƚ foɿ ƨomɘ ƚɘɿɿibɒd colloquiɒliƨmƨ. All youɿ mɘƨƨɒgɘƨ ƨɘɘnm ƚo cɒɿɿy ƨomɘ ƨƚɿɒngɘ undɘɿƚonɘ of ɒn ɒccɘnƚ ƚhɒƚ ƨpɘɒkƨ ɿighƚ ƚo ƚhɘ ƨubconƨciouƨ, which cɒn mɒkɘ you ɒ liƚƚlɘ hɒɿd ƚo undɘɿƨƚɒnd ɒƚ fiɿƨƚ. Whɘn you implɘmɘnƚ youɿ lɒƚɘnƚ ɒbiliƚy, youɿ voicɘ ƨuddɘnly bɘcomɘƨ moɿɘ /ɒƨƨɘɿƚivɘ/ ɒnd /ɘmphɒƨizɘd/, mɒking iƚ /ɿɒƚhɘɿ hɒɿd ƚo ɿɘƨiƨƚ/.
Quadrants:
Appearance: average height, but LANKY and rather GAUNT from sleepless nights, especially in the face where you bear the BIGGEST EYE BAGS that you often try to hide from your WEBCAM FRIENDS with EYELINER. Your hair is cut into a SORTA MULLET, with the long bits hanging over your shoulders for ADDED WARMTH; it spikes up around your HORNS, which curve up and then down in small arcs from the top of your temples. Your clothes are always WARM and WATERPROOF, often scavenged from NERIS's LEFTOVERS.
trollTag: backmaskedBallads
Title: Thief of Keys
Planet: Land of Shade and Clockwork
Age: 7 sweeps
Symbol: alto clef
Lusus: Your LUSUS seems just fine with the frigid living arrangements, though that's just because the bastard has all that FUR to keep himself warm. Being a large FERRET-TYPE creature as he is, he just thrives in these deep tunnels, often building random nests and blockades of his own out of MISPLACED BELONGINGS and DEAD ANIMALS. He's quite the hunter. And by hunter you mean CHEATER. He possesses the same PSYCHICALLY CHARGED VOICE as you do, lending to why he chose you as a grub; however, he doesn't have the same sense of DECENCY as you do and uses his SIREN SONG to lure animals to the edge of the mountain above where they tumble to their DEATHS on your front porch. It may feed you both easily, but it's just DISHONEST. You occasionally chide him about it in an attempt to instill some of your TRUTH VENDETTA, and then he'll rebuke by bashing your TASTE IN MUSIC and flipping over your AMPS before disappearing into the depth of the hive. Things usually get tense for a few days after that. You could just never stay ANGRY at at your FERRETFATHER's adorable face though.
Hive: You live alone deep in the MOUNTAIN FORESTS, hidden away from any sort of civilization. Your hive is a beautiful and expansive VILLA-TYPE AFFAIR, suitable to one of your caste, carved right into the STEEP SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN. The halls of your home TUNNEL DEEP into the mountain, making it like some sort of FUNHOUSE full of STAIRS and EMPTY ROOMS and BOOBYTRAPS, built so that no one could ever find anything. Ever. Even you GET LOST from time to time, having had to relocate your RESPITEBLOCK several time during your YOUNGER SWEEPS because you were never able to find your way back to them. On the upside, the ACOUSTICS are FANTASTIC. On the downside, it's FUCKING COLD living at a higher altitude like this.
Blood Color: azure
Hex Code: #005682
Bio: Your name is ASHRAM THELST, and those that know you like to say that you're a bit TOUCHED in the THINK PAN. But that's because THEY JUST DON'T KNOW.
You have a NIGH COMPULSIVE desire for the TRUTH in all matters and you're are known by your acquaintances for your BLUNT VERACITY ; in fact, you're probably the most HONEST troll on all of Alternia, even if such truth comes in a rather TACTLESS manner. However, your highly SUSPICIOUS nature when it comes to other trolls can often lead you to looking for LIES where there may be none. You can often be found rooting through troll's personal blogs and other information sites in the DEEP WEB in search of inconsistancies and other signs of TREACHERY all around you. Your PARANOIA is not contained just to online interactions either, as you are quite enamored with CONSPIRACY THEORIES, and are certain that there is an IMPERIAL PLOT to force the hemospectrum through underhanded and untruthful means, targeting anyone under the royal blood range. Because of your ACTIVISM about this corruption, you fear that you have made yourself a TARGET of the Imperials and are quite manic about keeping your identity A SECRET. It is the one truth you just can't disclose, and it TEARS YOU UP INSIDE whenever you have to avoid questions of this nature.
Obviously you can be a bit NEUROTIC, and your decidedly solitary lifestyle is often being swayed by SUSPICION and CONSPIRACY, but you prefer it that way. One must suffer for the TRUTH, after all. The suffering you disdain the most though has always been the lack of SLEEP due to your wariness toward SOPOR SLIME, which you just KNOW is filled with NANOMACHINES used to PLACATE and STUPIFY those that use the foul sludge in their RECUPERACOONS. Those FOOLS. Just another plot by the IMPERIAL MACHINE. As such, you don't get much sleep, and any lapses in you consciousness are filled with NIGHTMARES of PARANOID PLOTS and other trolls COMING FOR YOU. The mere idea of having other people within arm's reach makes you want to PROJECTILE VOMIT since you're just a touch SOCIOPHOBIC. It's not that you fear or dislike others, it's just that the presense of others makes you PHYSICALLY ILL because you don't TRUST THEM as far as you could THROW THEM. Still, your HONESTY CODE dictates that everyone has a right to know, so you do what you can to SPREAD THE TRUTH even if they MAKE LIGHT of your work and lectures about the IMPERIAL PLOT. You take it all in stride though. After all, soon they'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE.
Like a fraction of other odd trolls from your generation, you have a taste for MUSIC and actually favor yourself as something of MUSICIAN and COMPOSER yourself. You like it LOUD AND OFFENSIVE, and if there were enough of a musical market on the planet to require musical genres, your creations would fall quite neatly into something a little METAL and ROCK N' ROLL. But since there isn't enough of a market for that, most trolls would just call it SATISFYING ANGRY NOISE, which works just fine for you. You pass the days and nights RECORDING many SUBLIMELODIC SONGS utilizing your trusty ELECTRIC GUITAR. You post these tracks to GRUBTUBE, where you use your following to spread the ANTI-IMPERIAL MESSAGE. Not that you have much of a following since it can be pretty hard to sell a one-troll anti-establishment rockband, but those fans that you do have are devout, possibly due to your PSYCHICALLY-CHARGED VOICE. It's a fact you utterly disdain, but EVERY WORD YOU UTTER holds a hypnotic quality that makes it NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE to resist, and you have absolutely NO CONTROL over it. It makes your songs much more INFLUENTIAL to anyone listening and any silly statement you speak become an UNSTOPPABLE COMMAND to any troll who hears it. You could conceivably raise an ARMY with your commands, if not for your REFUSAL to stoop to such underhanded methods; it also doesn't help that you would completely LOCK THE FUCK UP if you were ever put into a situation where you were FACE TO FACE with anyone, making it pretty USELESS in any combat situation.
To keep awake, you keep yourself busy with your miscellaneous other INTERESTS. A few of the things you enjoy include CONSPIRACY and PARANORMAL BLOGGING, being an ONLINE MUSIC CRITIC, and making BOOBYTRAPS that are intended to keep yourself safe but often end up backfiring; you were trapped in a pit for DAYS once before your lusus was able to find you after falling into a trap that you forgot about. You also just so happen to be a rather skilled LUTHIER and enjoy collecting wood and scrap metal from the surrounding forests to create better and MORE DEADLY guitars. Occasionally you'll partake in VIDEO CHATS with your closer acquaintances or even put on a LIVE SHOW.
StrifeSpecibus: guitarKind
fetchModus: I-SpyModus
typingQuirk: Youɿ pɒɿɒnoiɒ doɘƨn'ƚ ɘffɘcƚ youɿ ɒbiliƚy ƚo convɘy youɿ ƚhoughƚƨ, ƨo you ɒlwɒyƨ ƨpɘɒk in ɒ cɒlm ɒnd collɘcƚɘd mɒnnɘɿ wiƚh good gɿɒmmɒɿ ɒnd ƨynƚɒx, ƚhough you hɒvɘ ɒ pɘnchɒnƚ foɿ ƨomɘ ƚɘɿɿibɒd colloquiɒliƨmƨ. All youɿ mɘƨƨɒgɘƨ ƨɘɘnm ƚo cɒɿɿy ƨomɘ ƨƚɿɒngɘ undɘɿƚonɘ of ɒn ɒccɘnƚ ƚhɒƚ ƨpɘɒkƨ ɿighƚ ƚo ƚhɘ ƨubconƨciouƨ, which cɒn mɒkɘ you ɒ liƚƚlɘ hɒɿd ƚo undɘɿƨƚɒnd ɒƚ fiɿƨƚ. Whɘn you implɘmɘnƚ youɿ lɒƚɘnƚ ɒbiliƚy, youɿ voicɘ ƨuddɘnly bɘcomɘƨ moɿɘ /ɒƨƨɘɿƚivɘ/ ɒnd /ɘmphɒƨizɘd/, mɒking iƚ /ɿɒƚhɘɿ hɒɿd ƚo ɿɘƨiƨƚ/.
Quadrants:
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- ♠ : Kalina (?)
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Appearance: average height, but LANKY and rather GAUNT from sleepless nights, especially in the face where you bear the BIGGEST EYE BAGS that you often try to hide from your WEBCAM FRIENDS with EYELINER. Your hair is cut into a SORTA MULLET, with the long bits hanging over your shoulders for ADDED WARMTH; it spikes up around your HORNS, which curve up and then down in small arcs from the top of your temples. Your clothes are always WARM and WATERPROOF, often scavenged from NERIS's LEFTOVERS.