Your name is ECTION LOCMOR and you may have a problem. Multiple problems, really. Like, wow, where do we even start with you.
The first and most obvious issue is that your HIVE IS A DUMP. This isn't a descriptive hyperbole either; your hive is literally the PLACE WHERE PEOPLE THROW THEIR GARBAGE. Most of them probably dont even know a troll lives here, even though its been hive to several generations of Locmors before you.
Living in a carved out trash heap with your RAT KING lusus isnt so bad, you think. It means you always have enough LEFTOVER FOOD to sustain yourself, and occasionally some INTERESTING JUNK gets thrown your way. Which in this case means any kind of junk at all. You are KIND OF A HOARDER.
You don't get out very often. The outside with all its streetlamps and hivelights is way too bright for your OVERSIZED EYES, and open spaces make you SOMEWHAT NERVOUS. Too many people; you never know who or what might try to get you while your back is turned. That's why you much prefer the DIM, NARROW CORRIDORS of your own hive. Besides, that's where all of your FRIENDS live.
Oh yes, your FRIENDS. They are all outcasts just like you, and you are all ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY together. Or you would be if they all weren't so INCREDIBLY SAD. So sad that they wont eat, drink, sleep, move, or do much of anything. It doesn't help that you're the only one who treats them like actual people. Everyone else just hurls hateful insults, calling them DEAD, or CORPSES. Whatever that means.
But you know them better than that. You talk to them every day and do whatever you can to try to make them feel better. Sometimes they even feel well enough to TALK BACK.
Your trolltag is amaranthineCatacomb and your quIrk FLucuatEs dEPEndIng On thE sItuatIOn.
