#fantroll bio

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Aluala Medala: The Valkyrie

(posted for Fancestor week)

(art done by @deadmen-art-no-tales)

Name: Aluala Medala Title: The Valkyrie Blood: Brown Gender: Female Height: 5'9" Symbol:  Hye Won Hye Lusus: Nightingale Psychic Ability: Telepathy Weapon: Tarot Cards, Bow Ancestor: The Lady-O-War Descendant: Valeba Medala Quirk: Proper capitalization/punctuation with text in all italics Headcanon Voice: Morrigan from Dragon Age God Tier: Witch of Light Lunar Sway: Prospit Land: Land of Castles and Midnight True Hiveswap Sign: Taurpio - Sign of the Student

Your name is ALUALA MEDALA.

At least, that’s what you know it as. Your former squadron mates know you as LEFT FOR DEAD in slavery, and the few that have lived to see your face in your current days know you as the VALKYRIE, a terrifying omen that visits soldiers in their dying breaths. Or, as you know actaully happens, you WAKING SLAVE OWNERS and HIGH RANKING GENERALS up before MURDERING THEM ON THEIR OWN WEAPON and robbing them. Perhaps you had names before those times, but you live such an ACTIVE LIFE it’s hard to account for everything. Distinctly, you’ve BEEN ENSLAVED by a lecherous purpleblood, BRUTALLY MUTILATED and turned mute, RAN A PUBLIC REVOLT and functioned as a strategist for a QUIETER, MORE EFFECTIVE ONE. You’ve filled quadrants with lowbloods, vacillated with seadwellers and been pale for highbloods. Your SYMBOL HAS BEEN STRIPPED, and if the Empire could match a face to a name, they would give it back just to STRIP IT AGAIN...though more because you happen to be the WHITE MAGIC WOMAN who helped solidify the Empress’ biggest asset TURNCOAT. Really not bad for a troll who SHOULD HAVE DIED SWEEPS AGO.

 You have to admit, all of the messes from early in your life has made you a bit of a PARANOIAC. You collect every weapon of every military official you CULL, and keep them all holed up in a CAREFULLY GUARDED CAVE in the desert near your matesprit’s original hive. When you eventually die, your body will end up in that cave as well. Such is the NATURAL COURSE OF ACTION. Nothing shows you really existed and weren’t just some highblood’s boogeytroll like a BONAFIDE BODY, after all. You plan on getting sealed off with your HOMEMADE TAROT CARDS, HANDCRAFTED BOW and your QUADRANT’S PERSONAL POSSESSIONS. Nothing like keeping an intricate record of everything, after all.

Whenever you talk, you don’t really talk because your tongue was cut out during your time in slavery. It’s okay though, luck was on your side when you figured out you had a surprise psychic ability after all. 

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Glacin Bebuso

(art done by @actualsnowleopard)

Name: Glacin Bebuso Chat Handle: grimlyCadaverous Chittr: grimly-cadaverous Blood: Purple Gender: Male Height: 6'5" Symbol: Hobo symbol for unsafe area Lusus: Walrus Psychic Ability: Chucklevoodoos Weapon: Large tusk Modus: Antibody Modus Ancestor: The Deranged Quirk: vowels in superscript, b=6, undercase Headcanon Voice: Ron Swanson  God Tier: Maid of Heart Lunar Sway: Derse Land: Land of Blinking Lights and Amusement True Hiveswap Sign: Caprio - Sign of the Opaque

Your name is Glacin Bebuso.

You are a PURPLEBLOOD, however you make every attempt at HIDING SAID FACT WITH YOUR LIFE. You cover your face, your hands and EVERY PIECE OF YOUR BODY. Some would call you GOTHIC. Others would call you EDGY. You don't call yourself ANYTHING, preferring the OPAQUENESS. You don't like labels.

You once lived in the DARK CARNIVAL that many purplebloods - willingly or otherwise - call their home. However, that was LONG AGO. You left in a SOMEWHAT UNUSUAL FASHION sometime after they got afflicted by a MYSTERIOUS PLAGUE that culled quite the number of your companions. Since then, you have LIVED YOUR LIFE dedicated to the research and ultimate destruction of what simultaneously INTERESTS and TERRIFIES you - diseases. After all, what way to BETTER QUELL THE FEAR than to have 100% UNDERSTANDING OF IT? Thanks to your PRIVILEGED POSITION in the caste system and RELATIVE OBSCURITY in the coldest parts of ALTERNIA, you have little worry of the drones, or worse, MIRACLE-OBSESSED SUBJUGGALATORS, attempting to cull you in any way for REFUSING TO TAKE PART in the 7th sweep ordeal, or REFUSING TO PARTAKE IN THE RELIGION. However, the CONSTANT WORRY of something going horribly wrong has made you, for lack of a better term, A PARANOID JACKASS with a HATE-BONER FOR AUTHORITY.

Due to your caste, you are aware of both your possible PENCHANT FOR INSANITY due to your caste and heritage, you mostly keep your EMOTIONS IN CHECK. Sure, you experience them the same as everyone else, and have a notable SARDONIC STREAK, but the most extreme feelings you keep them relatively muted. You also largely avoid using your IMPRESSIVE CHUCKLEVOODOOS for fear of the empathetic link such DANGEROUS DREAM MAGICKS force you to have, only using them to COMMUNICATE TO YOUR FEW FRIENDS. Specifically, those friends whose dreams and mental states are CALMER than most trolls. Really, when you are CONVINCED THE WORST IS BOUND TO HAPPEN EVENTUALLY, it's only natural you keep any sensitive material OFF THE INTERNET and planted directly into THOSE WHO NEED IT. After all, such is your nature.

Your tag is grimlyCadaverous and you voice sounds constantly quiet and level thanks to that impressive mask over your face.

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Gadung Galiel

(art done by @myris-doodles)

Name: Gadung Galiel Chat Handle: astoundedCollector Chittr: official_lady_silkfoot Blood: Yellow Gender: Female Height: 5′4″ Symbol: Yellow Diamond Lusus: Trapdoor Spider Psychic Ability: N/A Weapon: Sword and shield Quirk: Proper punctuation/capitalization, sporadic apostrophes between letters. All phrasing put between astericks  God Tier: x of Breath Lunar Sway: Prospit Land: Land of x and y Extended Zodiac: Gemus - Sign of the Alert

Your name is GADUNG GALIEL.

You live pretty much WHOLLY OFF THE PROVERBIAL GRID in the middle of a SWAMP that periodically FLOODS YOUR HIVE. You lack the PSIONICS that make yellowbloods useful, and as such, you MADE A NAME FOR YOURSELF on planet through other, LESS TRADITIONAL means. You passed your SEVENTH SWEEP ORDEAL and stick around as a lowblooded farmer like the brownbloods. You take advantage of the situation to enjoy LIFE’S PLEASURES of all sorts - in particular of the pailing variety. You’re not ESPECIALLY PICKY  about your partner (though you do prefer the PLEASANT COOLING highbloods bring) and they have yet to be PERMANENT. 

You are a SHREWD BUSINESSTROLL known far and wide among various FLARP communities by your pseudonym - the fair and seductive LADY SILKFOOT, a troll as ALLURING as she is DANGEROUS despite her lack of psionic ability. You sell the finest handcrafted WINES found in the area, sold even to the occassional seadweller (namely YOUR QUEEN both in and out of persona) using exotic fruit found in your SWAMP as well as the finest imported grapes. It’s FIERCELY STRONG in both TASTE and ALCOHOLIC CONTENT, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You sell it only slightly above WHOLESALE to anyone who buys from you - NO TROLL deserves to drink the sickeningly sweet ALCOHOLIC FAYGO that dominates the market. Less frequently, you also sell high fantasy-inspired clothing made out of SPIDER SILK (that you also sell) to those unable to craft on their own. 

Your trolltag is astoundedCollector and *you talk in a rather gran’diose manner* *ev’en when you’re not r’oleplaying*

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Pallia Alkali

(art done by @actualsnowleopard)

Name: Pallia (Azotes) Alkali Chat Handle: calculatingAlchemist Chittr: localcoasstlinemagick Blood: Teal Gender: Female Height: 5' 0" Symbol: Oroboros Lusus: Coral Snake Psychic Ability: N/A Weapon: Acid Gun Modus: Reaction Modus Ancestor: The Examiner Quirk: lowercase, all s's get doubled/tripled. God Tier: Witch of Mind Lunar Sway: Derse Land: The Land of Night and Sparks Extended Zodiac: Libza - Sign of the Acute

(bio under the cut)

Your name is Pallia Alkali.

You work as a SCIENTIST and DOCTOR, studying the ways of TROLL ANATOMY, PHYSIOLOGY and BIOCHEMISTRY in practices and areas of study that no one's been allowed to touch for HUNDREDS OF SWEEPS. Certainly not since the last Empress, you think. However unlike others in your position, the only MONEY you make from it come from the charitable donations of PIRATES and an ANONYMOUS DONOR you know for sure is really just your best friend/roommate, but you're almost certain he knows you know. This is due to your FLAGRANT DISLIKE, if not flat HATRED, for the current Empress and her Heiress Apparent that ultimately resulted in you becoming barred from your 7th SWEEP ORDEAL with the expectation that you would slowly starve. Instead, your MEDICINAL PRACTICES got you the positive attention from the PIRATES from the less-than-legal cove nearby and, well, here you are now. You use this to study taboo subjects such as the DIFFERENCES BETWEEN BLOOD CASTES and DETERMINATION OF PSYCHIC POWERS in lowbloods in a matter you view as far more ETHICAL than many of your fleetbound kin and those heavily influenced by the overly-serious, bloodthirsty SCIENSTIFFS you see in media.

Due to your practices and some other, unrelated factors, you are a SOCIAL PARIAH among the others in your nearby city. A WITCH DOCTOR, they believe, performing strange and dangerous MAGIC in your hive with the dead bodies you harvest from the streets. Admittedly part of your fault, as instead of DAMAGE CONTROL, you allowed your reputation to become burned. Better to be a CREEPY WITCH than a QUESTIONABLY LEGAL SCIENTIST in your eyes. The former prevents them from ASKING QUESTIONS. Sure, it hurts your ability to do a lot around Sandyhorn without JUDGMENTAL STARES, UNWELCOME QUIPS and other, worse things, but your BLOOD CASTE and MERE IDEA YOU'RE DANGEROUS keeps anything truly threatening away from you.

Your tag is calculatingAlchemist  to continue to keep up the ruse, and you sspeak with a disstinct hissss thankss to your sserpentine lussuss.

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Mayola Yoscan

(art done by @deadmen-art-no-tales)  Name: Mayola Yoscan Chat Handle: autocraticTracker Chittr: mistressbadass Blood: Fuchsia Gender: Female Height: 5' 5" Symbol: Orlanthi Storm symbol Lusus: Abaia (magical Eel in Melanisian mythology) Psychic Ability: N/A Weapon: Harpoon gun, and knives. She has the fuchsia-required trident but never uses it. Ancestor: The Hemoanon Quirk: a => @, A => @, all lowercase and spotty punctuation Headcanon Voice: Sully from Fire Emblem: Awakening God Tier: Maid of Breath Lunar Sway: Prospit Land: Land of Frost and Chimes Extended Zodiac: Pius - Sign of the Free

(bio under cut)

Your name is Mayola Yoscan.

You're one of four fuschiabloods to have ACCIDENTALLY GRACED THIS PLANET AT ONCE, and certainly the one least likely to rule. You're FIRST OF YOUR SYMBOL with all of ZERO TIES to Empress-ship prior. You hold ALL OF THE INTEREST in having as much fun as possible and ZERO INTEREST IN RULING anything bigger than your camp and FLARP group of five.You merely use the PRESTIGE AND PROSPERITY of your caste to assist your friends through EMPLOYING THEM in your own services as retainers, bodyguards and personal stylists. You also GIVE AWAY most of your money to the lowblood city you reside in some way, shape or form. It's not like you're going to use it. And you certainly refuse to SIMPLY SIT ON IT. No way. No one as CONTRARY AS YOURSELF is going to do something as COMMON AS HIGHBLOODS as that. That would be the EASY ANSWER.

Despite how much you pride yourself on being TRULY FREE, the obligations of your caste do TIE YOU DOWN. Actually, that's a bad way to put it. The obligations you feel to ENSURING THE TRUE HEIRESS DOESN'T KILL THE TROLL SPECIES by forgetting to feed her lusus ties you down. But at least she pays you, seeing as you are technically a GLORIFIED ORPHANER. Occasionally you'll even grace yourself to something where you have to ACTUALLY EXHIBIT TRUE AUTHORITY, something you find yourself doing AT AN INCREASING, yet DEPRESSING RATE. But it keeps the PRISSY PRINCESS from doing any major damage to your friends through her usual DUMB BATSHITTERY.

Not that you're necessarily much better, but unlike her, you'd like to think your PRIORITIES ARE STRAIGHT.

Your tag is autocraticTraker and you @re definitely f@king th@t lowblood @ccent.

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Valeba Medala

(art done by @deadmen-art-no-tales) Name: Valeba Medala Handle: audaciousAntiquity Blood: Bronze Gender: Female Height: 5' 7" Symbol: Adinkra Hye Won Hye Lusus: Nightingale (deceased) Psychic Ability: Unawakened 1 way telepathy Weapon of Choice: Bow, Knife Modus: Inventory Modus Ancestor: The Valkyrie Quirk: m/M => ^^ otherwise good grammar Voicecanon: Meg from Hercules God Tier: Rogue of Light Lunar Sway: Prospit Extended Zodiac: Taurpio - Sign of the Student

(bio under the cut)

Your name is VALEBA MEDALA.

You are a HUNTER by trade, an ADVENTURER at heart and a STUDENT by accident. You have a love for all things DANGEROUS and HISTORICAL, and enjoy exploring and acquiring anything of VALUE. You don't view yourself as a thief, but rather a bit of a TREASURE HUNTER as well as a CURATOR of the forgotten facts of your world. You would store it all in your LESS THAN IDEAL hive - and you do - but it doesn't leave with much in the way of elbow room to work with. Sometimes, items with less historical value such as GEMS and SCABBARDS get sold alongside the pelts and meats you sell to make room and to get some EXTRA POCKET CHANGE. This was somewhat rectified when your old NIGHTINGALE lusus finally passed into oblivion, but that mostly just aided in giving less excuse for your LITTLE SLEEP when you're in your hive and not off adventuring, or staying the day at your MATESPRIT or MOIRAIL's hive instead.

Unlike most brownbloods, you actually seem to LACK A PSYCHIC POWER of any sort. You haven't quite decided if this is a good or bad thing yet, as while you are a COMPETENT FIGHTER, any sort of assistance aside from flat TECHNICAL SKILL and DEXTERITY when it comes to fighting would be appreciated. Especially since your preferred weapon is the same weapon revered by the ARISTOCRATIC ELITE of your society, something that has gotten you in trouble more times than you can count. That being said, you've also SWIFTLY REMOVED yourself from said trouble with the weapon. It hasn't stopped your CONSTANT PARANOIA towards those in high castes - in particular the capricious subjuggalators you artfully avoid - but it gives you a SMUG SENSE OF SATISFACTION to defeat them in any sort of combat.

Sometimes, you get online. Mostly to contact your MOIRAIL, who always frets over you when you're around, or your MATESPRIT, who you adore dearly despite his multitudes of verbal typos. You think it's cute. Your tag is audaciousAntiquity and you speak pretty well for a lowblood without ^^uch in the way of schooling.

[qaotic-fantrolls]

Name: Ithxushi Age: 11 sweeps (25 years) Genid: They/Them + any Sign:

Bloodcolour: Amber; 11.6|19.8|73.4 A (#44330D) Height: 208cm (6’9”) Lusus: Elephant Seal Occupation: Wildsman Strife Specibus: SlingKind Troll Tag: psychicDysfunction Quirk:

\The quick brown fox jumped over Sam’s lazy dog.^Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow!/

Partners: None Classpect: Mage of Heart Notable Abilities: Powerful psychic reading, mild psionic discharge, extremely potent animal communion, moderate proficiency in druidry, can temporarily induce mild insanity in others.

[qaotic-fantrolls]

Name: Amiria Aftris Age: 10 sweeps (24 years) Genid: No Preference ("Iunno") Sign:

Bloodcolour: Fuchsia; 5.6|22.9|17.0 B (#D43091) Height: 212cm (6’11”) Lusus: Meerkat Lemming Gopher Occupation: Politician Strife Specibus: High Power Harpoon Gun Troll Tag: aquaticInsider Quirk:

⯈ The quick brown fox jumped over S⋉m’s l⋉zy dog ∥ Sphinx of bl⋉ck qu⋉rtz, judge my vow! ⯇

Partners: Krushak Levira [Pitch] Classpect: Maid of Hope Notable Abilities: Moderate psionic kinesis, can induce symptoms of eldritch madness in others, extremely high resistance to mental effects.