ENFORCER LEPIDORE was a long-ago legislacerator considered an exemplar of her caste. Terror of criminals against the spectrum and aid to the courts, she very rarely failed to take in the targets she hunted.
Honestly not much to her besides that! She was really good at her job, she got lots of praise for sending lots of people to their deaths via the jaws of his honorable tyranny, and eventually she died of old age or someone stabbing her in the face or whatnot.
Maybe I’ll add in some more lore for her later, but she’s not super relevant to Allele as she is now. When she was younger she looked up to her and wanted to be like her, but these days rarely thinks of her except to curse her.
Would be fun if Allele actually searched up her records and tried to make reparations to descendants of her victims, though. That might be an interesting angle for her. Allele tends to focus more on the present, though, so I’m not sure how likely that is. but still, could have some potential for interactions somewhere.
Glaceo Fresah has never been much of a troll for questions.
The world’s a confusing daymare of a place, and poking and prodding it won’t make it less so.
Demands, though - questions that double as threats, something actually useful.
“Who did you give it to?” She demands, breaking another one of the bronze’s fingers as they shriek, trying to writhe through the bonds tying them to their chair.
“I buried it!” They scream. “I buried it in the snow! You’ll never find it! Even I can’t again!”
She exhales in their face, her breath hotter than cerulean average, almost enough to burn her captive. She might have been hatched without powers, but in Highfog, what the sniveling lowbloods and foolish highbloods call Derevnya, there’s always a way to get what you want.
“Do you even know what you had, you filth? Do you know how fucking dangerous that is?”
They hiccup, sobbing, but look at her with resentment through the brown tears in their eyes.
“Of c-course I did! That’s why I was going to sell it.”
She slaps them across the face.
“Maybe if you’d turned it into us we could’ve spared your miserable fucking life. Did you think of that? Did you think at all? Nah, I doubt it. There’s nothing going on in that sludge you call a pan. Your life is so fucking short, you can’t see beyond your own sniffsponge to future consequences.”
In Highfog, you can get what you want - for a price.
If you don’t get snared, tricked, and used along the way.
There are objects trolls can control, even horrorterror ones. She doesn’t worship the wretched things - she’s not so stupid to think they give even the slightest fuck about trolls - but their artifacts and properties can be useful.
Or too much for anyone to handle.
She summons a swirling cloud of snow in one hand, then blows it into the lowblood’s face.
“I will find that diary. Then I’m going to burn it right in front of you. You’re lucky - “ She chuckles darkly. “You’re lucky making you read it is against the rules. I’d love to see your eyes melt out, multiple tongues poke through your worthless mouth, that sludge run out your ears…you were ready to sell that, huh? Sell it and let people copy it? Do you know what we had to do last time a text like that got into circulation?”
They mumble something.
“That’s right - we had to remove the eyes of the survivors. We had to wipe their minds, as much as we could, and the ones who it didn’t take to…well. Sacrifices happen to keep the peace.”
She makes a knife made completely out of ice appear in a gloved hand, and touches it to their throat.
“Now tell me where you buried it, and maybe I’ll make your death quick.”
The second one of @tmotrolls‘s comms he bought from me as part of his bundle! Two down, one to go, even though Lorven’s is gonna be the most elaborate yet lol.
There a few things I’m meh about here, but I’m overall pleased with how it turned out. I like Arceus. I need to do him a favor and revamp his kismesis so that I actually want to play her.
It’s always nice to update a character I designed a few years previously! Tshila belongs to @tmotrolls, and this is the first of a set of commissions he ordered.
Some short troll bumps into you and squawks - actually squawks, like a tweetbeast - before trundling on, and before you can even mumble a sorry. It’s hot here - you’re glad you’re in a crop top - and it smells of too many bodies and an excess of salty food.
Gods, this place is crowded. At least it’s all lowbloods, so you’re letting your tail show. Nobody’s commented on it yet; hopefully your luck will hold. Though Lancer’s never seen it before...hopefully he isn’t weird about it.
You’re supposed to be meeting Lancer - he mentioned something about a car race being held here. You’re...frankly surprised he keeps talking to you. His typing is dense and fast, but he’s friendly, so you reply in your careful, measured responses.
“Hey, dude!”
Your ears flick, annoyed, but it’s some redblood who can’t be over 5 sweeps, so you’ll let it go.
“You’re looking for some yellow with horns fused together, right? He said ‘tall, swirly symbol with a dot’, s’you, right?”
You nod, following him, and see Lancer waving at you from across the way.
You blink. Even though he called you to meet here, you still felt like it might be a prank or something...nope.
Upside down triangle and white triangle for Glaceo
you are basically the only reason she still exists, tbh
▼ Glaceo doesn’t fear much! Mainly because she doesn’t think abstractly enough for that, tbh. I guess if she fears one thing it’s somehow losing her status as a highblood, since that’s very integral to who she is. Considering how unrealistic that is it’s not exactly something she worries about, though.
△ Glaceo...also doesn’t regret much. She firmly believes that everything she does is justified in one way or another, be it by the spectrum, her religion, or because It Benefits Glaceo Fresah.
I suppose if she has one regret it’s not culling Alopex when she had the chance.
Uh, hahaha...this chick at a bar I went ta? Gonna be real with ya, mate - we weren’t talkin’ bout nothin’ important. Think I told her I liked her hair, think she said she liked my coat, an’ then it gets a snip blurry ‘tween all the drinks. She was a right chugger.
Don’t think she stole nothin’ outta my pockets, which is always a plus. Respect a good lifter, though, and ain’t like I keep anythin’ vital thereabouts anyway, cos I’m not that dumb.
Yooooo that geography post you made is super cool and interesting! I really dig how varied each place is.
Ask is from 2016, so super belated, but: thanks!
For anyone curious: geography headcanons are neatly currently located here! For not just mine, but generally everyone I RP with, because I like consolidation. Go take a gander, people have made really neat stuff! <3
