Fantroll General

I claim none of the trolls posted here. They are all created and loved by the wonderful posters of HSG. Usually these are ripped right from HSG, but you can submit yours if you really want.

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tumbling down tumbling down tumbling dooooooown

this is literally the worst thing that has ever happened

even worse than unironic fantrolls

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is she a crocodile theme?

ye becuase crocodiles are awesome

okay what other crocodile qualities does she have?

Before and during the session she's a lazy fuck by choice, spending most of her time lolling about and not really doing anything apart from basking in water/mud/marsh with her lusus/on her land. HOWEVER once something grabs her attention (ie makes her excited or angry or hungry) she becomes near impossible to stop, and she's also viscous as fuck in battle. And on occasion if she decides things aren't going her way she'll throw emotional fits to get her way, and they mostly work because it's a contrast to her normally relaxed mood. In other words, she uses crocodile tears

is she named that simply because crocodiles are in the phylum Chordata? Because that's tens of thousands of different animals. what about something more strictly crocodile like (Niloti perhaps?)

P much, but that's actually a lot better, I shall change it at once

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Your name is MAANUH ILOMM. You love two things in life: RESEARCHING NEW TOPICS and the data obtained from said research. Seriously my fucking god do you love data. You could spend hours fawning over every little naughty detail and enticing variable, and you do. You have limited social experience, and often mess up and say stupid things. Not that you care all that often; all conversation with anyone unknown provides is a chance to get more delicious information, given to you by your EYE SCANNY DEALY that you designed and constructed yourself. You based it on absolutely nothing at all. It gives you basic although vital data on your target/partner; age in standard solar sweeps, rough estimate of combat experience and capability as well as weapon type, and logs of everything he or she says and does. It can also scan areas and indicate structural weakness and potential traps. Another function of your eye scanner is forming a CHARACTER BIO based on this data, which you adore reading through. You currently have OVER 9000 of these built, and that’s an amount that surely means nothing to anyone. Your secret hobby is writing heavily dramatized historical reports of the exploits of your friends, which equates to FAN FICTION. It is a terribly-kept secret, and you share these fanfics with each of your friends.

You are maybe a teensy little bit ABSOLUTELY SHITSCARED OF THE DARK, a fact that nobody can seem to forget. Thankfully you’re blessed with NEARLY PERFECT LUCK and you have only been caught in the dark once, when your hive partially collapsed due to poor construction. Unfortunately, that was the first time when your luck failed you, as you were stuck with the only girl you’ve ever liked. That was also the second time that your luck gave out; it was the day you learnt she already has a MATESPRIT, though you did gain a Kismesis that day. That was also the day you learned to cause SHORT-TERM AMNESIA, though it was only up to an hour, much to your disappointment. You are only afraid of one other thing: YOUR LUSUS. But when you live with a MURDEROUS BEAR THE SAME SIZE AS YOU ARE, who wouldn’t be? You are exceptionally bored with existence as it is. You dream one day to create a device capable of OVERTHROWING THE EMPRESS, though the materials to do so have yet to reveal themselves. Once you take over your ultimate goal is to give your subjects COMPLETE FREEDOM from her majesty’s tyranny. This is not a goal common among CERULEAN -BLOODS such as yourself, due to being on the higher end of the Hemospectrum. You’re limited by only your own laziness and the only reason you’ve yet to actively attempt to obtain the necessary components is because you simply CANNOT BE BOTHERED. Your Trollian handle is ravenousDatahound, and you SPEK LAZLY, IGNRNG ANY VOWL PAST THE FIRST ONE IN A WORD.

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Your name is VAHLAH TERMET. You are 9 sweeps old, a whole 2 sweeps older than most of your friends. This was by choice, because everyone else your age is either culled for not having filled all his or her quadrants, or working. You call those people SUCKERS. You live in a remote magnetic cave, perfect for escaping Her Majesty’s drone assassins who seek your demise. You don’t miss your old life at all, other than seeing your friends, comforts of your hive, your beloved musclebeast lusus and FLARPing, but you are safe in the knowledge that there comes a time when every young troll has to leave her hive and make a new home inside a dank cave to escape murderous robots. Yours just came a little earlier and with a lot more of your JADE-COLOURED BLOOD splattering it than you’d have liked. The fits of despair and self-harm have nothing to do with that. Grooming is a vital factor of your life, one you make sure never to miss every morning. It pays to look sharp when escaping kill-bots and hunting wildlife for what meagre sustenance you can scrounge. Not to mention your MATESPRIT’s ravenous sex drive. You swear she’s almost always trekking between her hive and you lately. You dress in brighter, more vibrant colours than most of your race, for camouflage among the thick, verdant forests. Did I mention that you’re colour-blind? Because that’s kind of important. You utilize THE POWER OF CARVED WOOD for your weapon of choice, used in conjunction with your Shivkind specibus. This makes for a poor long-range weapon, but in melee range you’re marginally more effective. You also have a Sicklekind specibus, but as your sickle broke one day as you effortlessly sliced through hordes of kill droids, you’ve been forced to improvise, which you excel at. Your Trolltag is runawayGuardian [RG] and you tend to ‘repiace your I’s with L’s and vlce versa.’

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Your name is SYCRUS URBETI. You have many, many hobbies, including but not limited to, WRECKING SHIT UP, chatting with your pals and formulating new ways to wreck shit up. You have one friend in particular with whose shit you have a fondness of wrecking up, whom you have declared your eternal rival in all matters of shitwreckery. However, due to his obsessive gathering of data regarding all facets of you, his distaste for the world outside his hive that isn’t part of a FLARP session as well as his impressive luck, this has not proven easy. Your particular brand of humour is very dark, and generally focuses solely around the previously mentioned shit-wrecking. You possess rather substantial psychic abilities, as is common among people of your OCHRE BLOOD. You refuse to utilize them under any circumstances, however, and fight the only truly sporting way; with an exact copy of your opponent’s weaponry, using your COPYKIND WRISTMOUNTED WEAPON CHANGER THING. This, while inefficient, puts you at a huge disadvantage, perfect for the DRAMATIC COMEBACK you so love. You have yet to experience this, however, and have lost every fight you have entered. You have survived due to only your REGENERATIVE ABILITIES that can even restore lost limbs given enough time. The only fate you truly dread is being without an opportunity to mess with who you consider to be your best pals. Your psionic powers are the main reason many members of the higher blood castes seek to manipulate or destroy you, to the point that there has been attempts on your life, usually by irate VIOLET-SHITTING GILL FUCKER BUCKETMUNCHERS, generally referred to as Sea Dwellers by everyone that isn’t your equally irate LIVING PARTNER AND/OR MATESPRIT. These have all been foiled by either your aforementioned roommate or SPIDER LUSUS, both of whom terrify you. Your Trolltag is eminentAssailant [EA], and you speak in ‘the certain: lyrical tone of: the haiku. With three five: three syllables in: each sentence’.

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Guys, help me name my fantroll. I gave him a generic one for now because I can't think of anything decent. He's a yellowblood who lives in the branches of a big-ass tree in one of Alternia's larger forests/jungles. He's the daring, introspective, yet laidback sort and rides his dragonfly-lusus around. As such, he considers himself somewhat of an in-training cavalreaper. I haven't thought of a classpect yet but I'm leaning light or breath. His hair is generic long because I'm limited by my artistic ability or lack thereof. He's probably going to wear goggles of some sort to indicate the whole air-rider theme. Nothing's set in stone just yet besides the lusus and the hive, but I'd like to hear your thoughts.

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Why is his symbol a B?

because I dont want weird shapes as a symbol that I forget after ten seconds

whats his name? does he have powers?

hes a lowblood so he might have powers I guess. Nothing that is aradia or sollux tier though.

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