#notshalftroll

[chocolate-and-bunnies]

I’m going through some old tumblr memories and I remembered that I was going to make a Tumblr for my fantroll so I could RP with an old friend again….I’m sorry I forgot I’m getting a laptop soon and I’ll make it then..I’ll even get started on some shitty sprites :)

[purpuraimperatores]

>prolix: call a friend.

You sit in your office, in a frankly bored condition. You look through the various job files on your desk and contact details of acquaintances. You select one, and an old friend who seems qualified to assist. You pick up the phone and dial. "Hello, Notyel, long time no see."

[syntheticdong]

many sweeps ago Izapia, Cahira, Electrocuter

((oh boy

putting this under a readmore because long post))

Izapia:

The girl was 4.5 sweeps old, leading a normal,mortal life. Her online friends invited her to play a game, and if she’d known what she was about to get herself into, she never would have agreed. But, naive as she was, she decided to play this game. After all, it was just a game, how bad could it have been? Merely half an hour after they started, the world around the child was burning, as was everyone she had ever known and loved. She was voted in as her team’s leader, and because of what had happened, she vowed to herself to never let her guard down again. She never truly got over what had happened that day, and before long, she had become… somewhat different. She was a hardened leader and highly skilled fighter, determined to protect her team no matter what. Everything went just fine in regards to that game for the next two sweeps, but just as she and her team were about to finish, she let her guard down, confident that nothing more would happen. She was wrong. The rest of her team were killed in an ambush, and she just barely survived it herself. The Seer was… never quite the same after that. Confidence shaken, she created the new universe and achieved complete ascension to godhood.

Cahira:

Being so low on the hemospectrum, Cahira never really had much in the way of nice things for most of her life until she reached the age of about four sweeps. She had grown tired of never having enough to eat, and seeing how her lusus scavenged for food gave her an idea. One night, she went into the market, and headed towards the food stall. She decided that she would have to distract the owner somehow, and used her telekinesis to tip over a stack of crates of supplies, and as he turned away to sort it out, Cahira grabbed as much food as she could and fled. Over time, this became a habit for the young female, and progressively got worse, until eventually she was sneaking into other trolls hives, stealing their valubles, and either keeping them for herself or selling them to the highest bidder. This explains how she has so much money.

The Electrocuter:

The cerulean blood never really was very kind, even in infancy. This was caused by being raised in a small remote village with only a few other highbloods, and the vast majority of the villagers being lowbloods. The lowbloods had a habit of teasing the highbloods because of their differences, and of course, due to the village being so cut off from the rest of society, the lowbloods thought that all trolls were supposed to have shades of rust, brown, and yellow, and that anything other than that was some weird mutation. When his lusus taught him about the hemospectrum, and he realized that he was in fact superior to those around him, something inside the young troll snapped. The following night, a lowblood teased him, just like they had been doing for the past 4 sweeps of his life. It was at this point that Minall became aware of his abilities to control electricity, because within an instant, that lowblood had a hand around her neck, and was being practically cooked alive by a high voltage attack. As Minall got older, he got worse. Within five sweeps he had either killed or enslaved the entire population of the village, other than the other highbloods, who had since bought some of Minall’s slaves to have them work for them. Soon enough, tired of living in the village he had practically destroyed, the cerulean blood obtained a ship. He invited the other highbloods to join him as part of the crew, and they agreed. Bringing their slaves with them, these highbloods soon became merciless pirates who took whatever they wanted simply because they could.

[the-assgardians]

Kayyah: M-master... Why are y-you staring  like that?

[the-assgardians]

Kayyah: 7?

After what Ecnerwal has done? Yup xD

[puddlesoftrolls]

Fight Fight Fight

Lynxus huffed as she dodged another fist aimed for her precious little face, already a bruise blooming on her cheek behind smudged makeup. Patrons around her and her somewhat friend were shouting "fight! Fight! Fight!" And placing bets all around, most on her competitor. But ah, she had some dirty tricks up her sleeve, as she aimed a rock solid punch at his jaw.

[puddlesoftrolls]

♕ for Lynxus ␛ for virakt

Lynxus, Childhood headcanon:

Lynxus was a very lonely child growing up, and thus was a mommy’s girl and spent nearly every waking moment with her Lynxmom who taught her how to hunt. Lynxus learned the butchering trade from an older brother figure who has since been sent off to the fleet. She spent so much time with him that she fell into a childlike sense of love with him, but he never reciprocated these feelings as she was so young, and now he is her standard for a matesprit. Nobody will ever be as cool as Traven.

Virakt, Anger headcanon:

Virakt is one of those extremely sweet trolls who, when pushed to the breaking point, is terrifying. Her psychic powers are extremely powerful and can burn straight through bones and melt through almost any metal, but require extreme emotion to reach that point. She’s very tense and screamy when angry, but with an underlying trance like calm.

[itstextbook]

Be the freak

notshalftroll

You stare at the female you had just seen on the beach, from atop a high tree. You had been playing a game of tag with the wolf lusus when suddenly you realized that there was another troll around. You made sure your fins were hidden in your hood giving you the appearence of a red blood as you jumped down from above to a place, out of her reach and a little farther. Didnt want to startle the random troll for no reason.

"Hi there! FrieNd or foe?"

"Foe, usually. But you know what i'm getting sorta tired of the shtick."

(You stuck your sword into the sand and used it to support yourself, pushing yourself off the ground. You pretty much loved your sword, it was big enough to usually scare people away from even approaching you, and sharp enough to deal with them if they did. It was long, as long as you are tall, with an extra sickle-like hook at the end, implying gruesome applications. But you normally prefer not to use it.)

"You seemed nice enough to not kill me when I was lying down, so I'll trust you for now. Even if you decide to change your mind and stab me in the back it's probably for the better. So for now, Friend."