I never got around to reposting bios:
Your name is PRIMAT EEKOOK, and you're going to the stars, baby! Your lusus, MOMMA OJ, used to cradle you in her furry arms and invent stories about where the skies and stars came from. Those tall tails sent you in a scurry of curiosity after the real deal. (Ehehehe orangatang pun.) After all, what's more inspiring then SPACE? Nothing! It's the unknown, the vast expanse. You dream of one day living on Fruity Juicitus, a planet that the Alternian empire colonized as a docking station to load up on fruit. Why? To prevent the dreaded SPACE SCURVY. Your hive is a SOLAR POWERED DOME in the jungles and it charges while you're sleeping. Alternian technology is so efficient that it was TOTALLY UNNECESSARY, but you like the reminder that the biggest star in your solar system fuels your livelihood. When you were younger, you crawled out of your cocoon to discover that all the things in your respiteblock.... well, did stuff! Like the pronged food poker, and the 2-wheel pedal transportamabob. You've since discovered that other trolls had already named them first. This revelation never really stuck. You still call all of your household appliances by THE NAMES YOU INVENTED AS A GRUB. You're really good with your hands and love to tinker around. Wanna see your HUGE RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE?!? You spend a ridiculous amount of time playing around with all the gizmos. You love to order wacky stuff online and every week wait gleefully for your ebay packages of INCREASINGLY USELESS BUT FUN DESK TOYS. You're a big MYTHBUSTERS and HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE UNIVERSE fan, and you'll throw poop at anybody who says it's boring. You tend to monkey around in your hive dressed in your ASTRONAUT SUIT. It's not actually one, but you pretend. It's made out of a lot of scotch tape and ALUMINUM FOIL. Your mischievous streak is massive, and you pull pranks on any troll that happens to stomp through your jungle. Getting away with it is half the fun. You have a big pile of rocks that you drop on stranger's heads. Rotten fruit and feces are all good ammo. You usually resist harming them, because you're TOO INTERESTED in knowing who they are. You often harass people online, just to see what kind of REACTION YOU'LL GET. Nobody takes a brownblood like you very seriously. That's great! Because one day your PRYING and FIDDLING will get you in serious trouble. If you come across an empty highblood hive, you take the opportunity to TRACK MUD ALL OVER IT in search of any snacks like grapefruit. It's your own little revenge for the cast system. You know that when it's time to get recruited to the empire, they'll never a brownblood live her dreams! Your situation has forced you to get creative. You've hatched a plan to build a space ship from scratch, right in your METAPHORICAL GARAGE. You'll fly that piece of crap into space on alternia's planetwide recruitment day, and hope they MISTAKE IT FOR A FLEET SHIP. You've... run into some serious problems with the logistics.... you're an INVENTOR, not an ENGINEER! YOU CAN'T RESIST SCREECHING AND SMASHING THINGS when you get too frustrated with it. And trying to build a ship on your own? It makes you totally bonkers sometimes! Wow! You're not actually that intelligent, but you've got the resourcefulness to see this through. You have to. There's so many kiwis you want to be alive for. Your trolltag is fiddlingButtinsky, and you can't reesist monkeeying around a little with your words! (83)
