hello! welcome to my blog, my name's seraph and this is a fantroll blog :) although i'm on a semi-hiatus atm
i'm a pinoy(FilAm) artist, 22, and i use they/them pronouns! i haven't really properly set up my characters on here but feel free to send asks abt anything anytime! i'm up for plotting if we're mutuals and i'd love to make more friends!
add me on discord if you wanna chat! that's the fastest way to contact me.. i love talking to ppl i'm just shy about approaching.. T^T
Tikani is an old soul; she's been alive longer than the Lime genocide event, and always with a dream to see more in life than what was given to her. She had joined the fleet for this purpose, aiming to escape Alternia and its suffocating prejudice, though this had failed when she accidentally killed her commander as an act of self-defense. Deserting the Fleet, she then began work as a Pacifier-- a job specifically for Limes at the time due to their ability to influence emotions. She fell in love with her charge after being employed, and the two had lived very happy... for a time.
The Government grew wary of Limebloods because of their ability and the ease it took to sway a Highblood's will. Because of this, many propaganda was released to encourage Limeblood genocide. Tikani and her friends tried fighting back, but it soon became too much for them to fight against before her charge's house was raided in an attempt to kill her and any other Lime working or sheltering there. Tikani and her friends had successfully escaped, but not without losing the love of her life.
A rainbow drinker and shiftbeast hybrid, Tikani has lived for a very long time since, traveling the world hoping to forget about her troubling past and her heartache. An aloof mother wolf, she has an attitude that bites back and a heart of gold. After experiencing what she has and witnessing what she's seen, she is not afraid to say things how it is, but she's not afraid to let you lean on her either if you need to.
tattoo artist and body piercer, local rockstar, and gang leader
6'0", they have a bionic Xenomorph tail and a bionic hand.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
alojze golida
14 sweeps / 29 years
any pronouns, bisexual, polyamorous
red blood, literally like. blood red lol
lusus: a swarm of blood-eating butterflies
hitman and part of vessal’s gang, they practically live with Vessal when not working because his hive is trashy and basically just an arsenal.
5'8", his hips and legs are bionic.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
molly latruc
12 sweeps / 25 years
any pronouns omnigender, bisexual, polyamorous
lavender blood (secretly a shapeshifting alien anyways lol)
lusus: a giant tarantula (her pet alien tarantula Miette)
sex worker (stripper, cam girl), fashion model
5'2", wears platforms and heels almost exclusively
pinterest board / spotify playlist
zenith
16 sweeps / 33 years
any pronouns, bisexual, polyamorous
mutant highlighter yellow blood, seadweller
lusus: giant two-headed, electric eel.
part of Vessal’s gang currently, somewhat recently escaped a government laboratory where he was a living planet-detanator experiment. has no memory of his life prior to being in the facility.
9 feet tall, has three eyes but the extra one is just above his right eye, has four ears, and giant ferocious teeth.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
itekei nozuma
12 sweeps / 24 years
he/him, bisexual, polyamorous
purple blood, secular clown and very lowkey about it.
lusus:
part of Vessal’s gang, information broker and professional tiny, quiet, sneaky guy (stealing, sneaking around, the works). usually accompanied by Masano.
4'11", no visible horns and razor-sharp teeth.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
masano diokri
15 sweeps / 31 years
they/them, it/its, bisexual
rust blood
lusus:
part of Vessal’s gang, silent hitman and bodyguard. typically seen protecting Itekei.
6'8", hairless from alopecia, horns are spikes coming out of their jaw.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
karama xia’riq
14 sweeps, 29 years
they/them, hy/hym, it/its. bisexual, polyamorous
lime blood, masks as an olive or anon
lusus: giant scarab beetle
lives on a remote homestead where they basically supply themself.
7'7", their right arm is bionic.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
xandru lecrawl
13 sweeps / 27 years
he/him, they/them, it/its, bisexual
gold blood, almost with a green tint but still gold. traces of an insectoid mutation are found all over him.
lusus: a horrific insectoid creature that resembles a bipedal man.
police officer for the Urban Alternian Police Department, though he’s very shunned by his fellow officers in his department.
6'6", his horns are lightly mobile like antennae and bug mandibles.
lusus: was a giant centipede before she was hunted
fleet medical board executive (with limits), renowned surgeon and medical author for the fleet, specializes in experimental surgeries and bionic implants. lived under anonymity until surprising the world with his reveal- a mutant expert on Alternian medical science. he knew so much and was cooperative with the fleet that his skill was simply put to use rather than culled.
pinterest board / spotify playlist
antoine tirzahl
20 sweeps (41 years)
she/her, they/them, it/its lesbian
purple, subjug of a divergent path. she is an eldritch witch.
lusus: a swarm of leeches
instead of juggalo paint you might see her sport corpse paint or trad goth makeup.
roughly 8 feet tall
pinterest board / spotify playlist
vermice vergot
a few hundred sweeps old, no longer counting.
she/her, they/them, it/its, bisexual
jadeblood rainbowdrinker, gains nutrients through a mycelium-like system of appendages that creep out and act like a fungus, draining living and dead things of its nutrients.
lusus: a giant snail that has since raised enough snail eggs to provide Vermice with snail-family companionship for generations.
Vermice is a crafty hermit who will sometimes sell whatever they make, but they mostly live alone and live sustainably off their rainbowdrinker gene, not needing to use regular food sources.
Vermice has a descendant, Judmar Vergot. Judmar also has a snail lusus from one of Vermice’s lusus’ clutch.
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Judmar Vergot
13 sweeps // 27 years old
they/them, it/its polyamorous, bisexual
jadeblood, descendant of Vermice Vergot.
lusus: a giant snail coming from a previous clutch raised by Vermice’s lusus.
Judmar is a very nonchalant troll, kind of a hippie aesthetically, but they try to remain neutral as possible for safety reasons. Jude is an excellent mediator and has been known to serve as a stand-in austipice when people around them go awry.
smexxi
adult
she/he, butch lesbian
goldblood amphibious-dweller
lusus: poison dart frog
piercer at syndicate tattoo (ran by vessal), artist and musician, bionic forearm.
likes scene and rave subculture, very chill and easy to get along with.
yvette
wip!
remora
adult
they/it, bisexual
cerulean blood with bionic enhancements
lusus: a giant near-dormant remora shark that sits at the surface constantly, allowing Remora to live on the mini-island that seemed to form on its back. This old ocean beast rests comfortably on a reef that it has all but blended into with how much live lives on and around it.
Remora makes robots, bionics, bionic prosthetics, and is hired by the fleet to be the personal repairman to Wikus and Yvette.
wikuse sdanya
adult
he/him bisexual
blue blood
fleet cyborg who wants out, he’s taken up the unofficial role of older brother/body guard to Yvette.
mikhail
adult
he/him bisexual
teal
undead, extreme regenerative abilities
death metal lookin ass.
descendant named Moira frequently uses him as a source for experimentation in her private lab.
moira
adult
she/they wlw
teal
works as a waitress at a diner to get by while she does experiments with scientific necromancy.
resting bitch face supreme
descended from Mikhail. He’s like her scary-but-pushover mush older brother.
Your name is Kleihe Iesgat, and if anyone asks you are definitely still in a depressive spiral from being ripped away from your home of 12 sweeps and watching all of your friends die -- Oh, fuck wait you still are reeling aren’t you? Well let’s rub some salt in the wound, shall we?
Hey! You’re a scientist, with a specialty in biology and sociology. It takes exactly 0 braincells to be able to tell that you skew your research away from trollkind and apply all of the energy you have to researching...Well anything else! The concept of alien life has piqued your interest. Anyone could write about death and terror, it was ingrained in all aspects of life, it would take someone with REAL heart for the subject to find his inspiration outside of his own species. Or. You think so at least. Maybe that’s what made everything so hard.
At 24 sweeps old you’ve lived quite the life as a successful Lieutenant Colonel! Leading a rather fruit filled research mission just a little ways outside of Alternias solar system, on a planet known as Atlas-XII. To put it very bluntly, the fauna and native species were all beautiful and breathtaking. It was not a matter of whether or not you and your crew would fall in love with the planet, but just how long would it take? No leader could stop a group of scientists from falling in love with their subject, much less a scientist falling in love himself. Everything was going well, and things were too good to be true. Until, well, until everything wasn’t!
Roughly three sweeps ago, you got word from the higher ups that an invasion was scheduled to take place for Atlas-XII and all your men had to do was stay out of the attacking forces' way. Easier said than done, when your crew heard the news they decided to have a riot instead. As one does. Now you’ve become a hivehold name, where trolls tote about the story of the failure of a Lieutenant Colonel and the infamous tantrum his crew threw on Atlas-XII. No one is blaming you for falling in love with the natives or even making a life there. They mostly blame you for failing to protect your crew. You blame yourself for that, too.
Oh but the past is the past. These days, well, things are a little easier to live with now. You spend much of your time chasing down your large gaggle of alien children, and piecing your life back together as the pieces fall to you. Not everyone gets a second chance, you know, and you are eternally grateful for that.
Depression does a good job of kicking your ass on the bad days, but your moirail and kismesis do an even better job of snapping you back into reality. And, hey, your wife is back now too. Maybe the future isn’t as bleak as you thought it could be, Iesgat.
It goes without saying, but we’ll say it anyway, the hemospectrum never had any like actual bearing on you, your thought process, or any of your actions. How boring? To play the game of colors. No, you’ll engage with just about anyone of any color! Lowblood? Mutated? Aliens? Hell, why not? As long as they don’t pose an actual immediate threat to your family.
When all is said and done you are a very guarded man, and anyone looking to find you outside of your moirails hive is going to be hardpressed to do it. You barely even give out your handle or even let your family use your name fully on any form of social media!
Gee, Iesgat, the way you dropped off the face of Alternia, people might start to believe you yourself were killed during those public executions. But weren’t you though?
Personality: Though prone to long fits of depression, Kleihe is a very social person and loves to be around other people. On good days, he spends most of his time chasing the various children in Koteus’s hive around, sparring with his friends, and even on occasion finding a new random topic to research.
He’s always open to meeting new people, though tries to reserve as much of himself as he can until he knows he can trust someone.
(i will add more later when i am in a more write-y mood i am very bad at describing my trolls im sorry)
One of the oldest members in his cavern, Avonis is dedicated to his work and to the lives of those he raised. However, there are centuries worth of unrest in him. Praised for his wing-like mutations on his ears, Avonis was raised to be a “perfect” rule-abiding Jadeblood, the post child of his era. Because of this, though Avonis yearns to explore and experience more of this world, the learned expectation of being useful and fulfilling his duty never left him. He regrets this, but feels no motivation to change this. Where else is he to go? What else is he to do? He despises the act of grooming Trolls into roles and stereotypes, and he despises even more people who fall for it; but, this is only his projection.
He does feel alive through his sons, however, though their dynamics change by the day. He loves them through and through, though his love makes him blind and immoral; he turns a blind eye to his sons’ mistakes, excusing them even if it costs others their very lives-- or his own.
An optimist at worst and an asshole at best, Expyno marches to the beat of his own drum and doesn’t really care about anyone else’s feelings on the matter. So what if people look at him strange? He’s the guy who knows everything about how the aliens built various monuments, or of the Government’s top secret plan to turn everyone into frogs-- he’s a proud conspiracy theorist! Any small thread no matter how brittle and thin he slurps up like fine spaghetti and then regurgitates it with his own “research.” Expyno is plenty knowledgeable on so many other things because of this, knowing the histories and trivial details of various subjects, but alas he focuses most of his time on wild ideas that do not make sense. In his spare time, he is a huge fandom person and known anonymously online for his extensive headcanons and theories and can often be seen reading fanfiction (Lashic is one of his favorite authors).
Outside of being obnoxious and a jerk simultaneously, Expyno can be very compassionate and sensitive to other people’s emotions-- that is, if you’re someone he cares about. Anyone else and he’s just more or less “lol sorry about your luck buddy, sucks to suck.”
Quadrants
Matesprit ♥ - open
Moirail ♦ - open
Auspistice ♣ - open
Kismesis ♠ - open
Other Relationships
Jack - Expyno is very convinced this guy’s not Troll, and he’s very obsessed with proving it. Sort of a funny bickering back-and-forth between two conspiracy theorists. (nihoniums-fantrolls)
Masuni is a therapist who works closely with Low to Midbloods and Hemoanons. He is modest, soft-spoken, but is not afraid to say what he thinks. He’s very gentle and is thinks before he acts, though when flustered he becomes a bit clumsy.
He is currently being blackmailed over a murder Masuni once committed on an ex-patient; though it was out of self-defense, the evidence is incriminating and revealing of Masuni’s true blood color. Because of this, he is forced into a position where he must humor his blackmailer and give away information that the other seeks. Fortunately, Masuni also knows his way around the mind, and has managed to keep many out of trouble so far... though whether or not his blackmailer realizes this is beyond him.
