Reposting bios for this blog.
Your name is VELOSI EKSVEL, and you have a NEED FOR SPEED. You are the PROUD OPERATOR of the DAY BUS. If someone needs to get somewhere, you offer to let them sleep on your bus and by nightfall they’ll have arrived at their destination. Your only nitpick? NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE. Ever since Alternia’s supply of FOSSIL FUELS ran out, modes of transportation have more than quintupled in price. Young trolls are highly discouraged from traveling by the empire; you suspect a royal agenda to maintain hemospectrum demographic segregation. Despite the name DAY BUS, it’s a lot more like a private shuttle service. Having predictable routes would be a HORRIBLE IDEA. This is ALTERNIA after all. You post your PRESENT LOCATION by email via TROOGLE MAPS, and then wait for people to show up. Trolls tell you where they want to go, and you chart out a route based on everyone’s needs. The reason you drive during the day is to keep your LOCATION DISCRETE AND SAFE FROM INTERCEPTING PARTIES. You have FIERCE COMPETITION, and the TAXI-CRAB GANG have a bone to pick with you. If you see one of their vehicles, you don’t hesitate to PRE-COUNTER-ATTACK.  You’re a DAY WALKER, so driving during the day fits neatly into your natural circadian rhythm. You charge 8 pairs of shoes per ride, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can haggle you down over a nice STRIFE.  Needless to say, STRIFING till you reach a mutually agreed upon price on is both EXPECTED and CUSTOMARY. Your other hobby is KICKING BUTT and CHEWING BUBBLEGUM. In order to do both, you require a LARGE COLLECTION OF SNEAKERS AND GUM to fuel your escapades. You have both. Pairs of red sneakers hang from your dashboard like key chains. As a JADEBLOOD, you were born into a splendid and sprawling hive in the SUNNY SAVANNAH. You sold this hive in order to afford running a TRIPLE DECKER TOUR BUS. Nowadays, trollian transportation all runs on psionic energy; not exactly an easy resource to come by. This power is stored in highly volatile BATTERY CELLS and they run such a high market price that EVEN YOUR HEMOCASTE WOULD WINCE AT IT. You guard your energy stores with your life. In order to draw attention away from how you may have obtained your PRIZED POSSESSION, you’ve decided to display as an ANON-BLOOD. Giraffe-mum is convinced all your GLOBE-TROTTING is just a phase, so you avoid bringing it up around her. She hasn’t adapted well to the switch, and your mum has been puking nonstop for the past few sweeps, (despite the hole you cut into the roof for her neck). During the sunlight hours, you blast the AC in order to soothe the disgruntled clientele, who are unused to so much heat.  You don’t have ENOUGH SOPOR ON YOUR VEHICLE to supply all the riders, so occasionally trolls get a bit NUTTY on the ride. To pacify their sopor-deprived thinkpans, you have perfected the martial art of the Shoe-Fist. Wearing shoes over your hands has provided you twice the traction to KICK YOUR OPPONENTS TO THE CURB. You kick with all four limbs. You are good at kicking. When your bus isn’t operating, you have an INFLATABLE HIVE for emergency stops (blown up using a tire blower). You only use it sparingly; all the squishy furniture is silly and uncomfortable.
