Holly was drawn by Prince!
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Your name is Holoth Uroide and you are very different from how anyone actually expected you to turn out. While you are still a very go with the flow kind of troll, you’ve developed an intolerance towards nonsense; Anyone would guess that it might come from your current matesprit. He is very and incredibly no nonsense! You tend to quickly lose your temper with other seadwellers, especially, in defense of anyone downwards of purple. If you can use your status for anything it’ll be to make someone feel safer in the world.
Unfortunately, you still are a particularly sleepy man. In fact, you have a sleep disorder known as hypersomnia, yeah sleep typically finds you very easily. This sucks because your particular line of work requires you to be intensely and acutely aware of everything around you. Those darn sciences. It’s alright though, you think. Your matesprit does a lot of making sure you don’t go off and explode his hive or anything. If it wasn’t for him you might’ve fallen asleep and poisoned Alternia’s water supply sweeps ago. That would’ve been equal parts hilarious and bad. Maybe a little more hilarious.
Your bloodline has a peculiar trend running, you’ve recently learned that throughout the sweeps you all continuously have a run in with a member of a certain other line -- The Bassee’s. Let’s just say that the members of your own line have not been too fantastic to the members of that one. This is a habit that you are trying to kick. From what you’ve gathered those poor souls are always somehow roped into being protectors of some sort for Uroides, most of the time against their will. Because of the aforementioned sleeping affliction, a troll might get the right idea finding a seadweller sleeping out in the openness all vulnerable like that. The idea makes you sick to your stomach though, first of all you are more than capable of defending yourself, second of all why were they like that? If you could you would grab one of your ancestors by the shoulder and shake them repeatedly while screaming “what the fuck my dude!!!!”.
Apparently the Bassee that was supposed to be your “protector” got decked by his ancestor for disrespecting your ancestor. Which is kind of incredibly wild. And almost a little funny, but it’s not your place to laugh. Maybe in a few sweeps when it becomes something not so recent.
You are fifteen sweeps young and life comes at you fast! Especially when you’re sleeping through most of it. A lot of things have changed since you were thirteen. For starters you are no longer sleeping around -- get it -- with anyone who gives you attention for more than six seconds and you’ve more of a handle on the whole sleeping 23 hours out of the day thing. Now it’s more like 22! No that’s a joke.
Now that you’re medicated you have more time for your profession. You are a toxicologist! You get your hands in some pretty messy stuff and it makes you genuinely feel alive. Right now your primary focus is drugs and the safety of the doses exposed to the population; which technically makes you a pharmacist. Anyway it’s your job to make sure there aren’t any 3 sweep olds hopped up on tylenol PM running a muck around the place. Or maybe that might be hilarious -- Note to self.
Prior to this your focus was on poisons and that was hm. A bad fit. You sincerely do not wish to become your ancestor. She is the most toxic person you’ve ever met and hearing other accounts about him makes your stomach churn. How could someone find the time in the day to be so disgusting? You have your suspicions that it was that violet blood that she used to run around with -- This is merely speculation.
You live with your matesprit, who also turned out to be nothing like anyone planned but that’s another story for another intro. But there are some things worth mentioning here; He is god damn addicted to fucking pancakes, he is a cardiologist, and you think think his obsession with hearts is really …. Odd.
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Basic profile under the cut!
