like. the horns are pretty much the only thing that stays when a grub pupates (like how caterpillars will basically melt themselves in the cocoon down to mush will very little brain actually left)
and they dont really... grow? i mean they DO grow; they grow with the troll. BUT. typically (at least in canon) the horns dont grow like. normally? like if a troll had straight horns, they wont get longer.
i like to think that once a troll reaches adulthood, thats when the metabolism of their body slows waaay down, and their horns are finally able to grow. or not. depends on the person drawing them ig
its so. interesting. because horns are made of keratin, while antlers are fully bone. fascinating
Occupation: Preacher for the Church of High Mirthful
Extended Description:
Cullen grew up a troubled youth, having been away from church life until it was beaten into him. Once he got older and became more active in the faith, he eventually took the job as a slave trader. Doing it as a job and just necessary to pay bills, he didn’t think anything of it. Eventually, he would take up a position as basic infantry in the military, serving for quite a while. He would have a wonderful career, which was stopped short after being taken to the infirmary and discharged once a piece of shrapnel became lodged in his back, hilting itself up against his spine. He takes sopor to help the pain. After being discharged, Cullen returned to his lands and became the local Church Preacher, where he conducts sermons, prayers, and drinks in the back room.
Your name is TURSIO FERESA and despite everything life’s thrown at you, you’re trying to remain OPTIMISTIC. After all, you’re VIOLET, you can afford to get roughed up by the world, and so long as people are focused on YOU, they won’t go after the more VULNERABLE types you associate with.
It’s PRETTY EASY to stay in the spotlight when you’re a MUSICIAN, especially now that you’ve branched out to more MAINSTREAM territory with your recent works. For someone that should be ACCUSTOMED to being the center of attention, you’ve NEVER felt all that comfortable when everyone’s eyes are on you. Everyone wants to be FAMOUS until they are. Still, you try not to let the ANXIETY get to you, along with the LITANY of other personal issues you keep mostly to yourself. By Alternian standards you’re SOFT, but even soft types know to keep weaknesses hidden away. Maybe you’re a little TOO good at looking OKAY sometimes, but you can handle it, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. OTHER people need help more than you.
(My love to Danny at teamstarlightcollectors for letting me use his bio layout)
Name: Tursio Feresa
Age: 14 sweeps (wriggling day November 11th)
Gender: Nonbinary
Sexuality: Bi/Pan (Only poly in red and black)
Blood color: Violet
Lusus: Bottlenose Dolphin
Sign:
Physical Characteristics:
Height: 5′3″
Injuries: Torn, damaged fins, scars around his gills, a large scar that runs from his temple to his collarbone, and an injury to the base of his spine that’s been mended by a biotech implant
Deformities/Mutations: Shifter/Shadowdropper; form is a big fuckoff feathery dragon. Very difficult to force him to shift. Shifter form is highly protective and territorial, though not outwardly malicious or destructive. It is not afraid of killing people though.
Tattoos/markings: Twin back tattoos in the shape of watery wings
Other notable aspects: Iridescent hair (it’s dyed), symmetrical paired fangs, short for a seadweller
Strife Specibus: Weaponized violin, which can shoot hard light projectiles, illuminated snare nets, and sonic blasts.
Occupation: Musician
Face Claim: Renan Pacheo
Voice Claim: Adam Young
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Troll tag: aberrantComposer
Typing quirks:
Replaces e/E with €
Quirk example: “If I cannot figur€ this m€lody out I'm going to scr€am.”
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Ancestor’s Title: The Composer
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Notable Skills/Abilities/Powers: Very good at being able to pack up and disappear off the map in about 24-48 hours, knows how to use his size to his advantage in a fight against a bigger opponent, can recover incredibly fast from wounds that aren’t inflicted with silver
Dislikes: Paparazzi, stuffy formal wear, too many loud noises, hemoist bullshit, being yelled at, having his personal space invaded
Extra Information:
Lowkey involved with hemorebels and his music often carries undertones of this
His bloodcolor when in public is usually anonymous, as he’s not known to be a violetblood by the press
Super friendly and easygoing but can’t stand overly negative people and will just walk away from a conversation with one
Tursio Things
Tursio Aesthetic
Relationships
The Dissident: When you first met Peraux, she broke your nose. Granted, you absolutely deserved it at the time and had it coming. She’s the person who made you take steps to be a better person, be someone worth befriending and knowing. In a way she saved you from yourself, which is something you’ve repaid with sweeps and sweeps of love. (Spitfire)
The Old Friend: Satare’s someone you’ve known a long time, and you’ve both seen each other’s ugly histories. Beyond just that, you’ve been through hell together and come out the other side. He’s a rabble-rousing shit-disturber with something to prove and you wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.
The Sucker Punch: Vlinde earned that title when your crush on him came out of nowhere and sent you reeling for the next few perigees. It wasn’t helped by the fact that he’s completely oblivious to romantic hints. Somehow, despite all your collective idiocy, you started dating, and just like Peraux he means the world to you. (Breakbeat)
The Reminder Of Your Old Life: Faldur is a piece of goddamn work, that’s for sure. Thankfully, he’s not yours, and while part of you wishes he could get better, most of you knows he won’t. Everything your old friendship was built upon is mostly gone now anyways. It’s better this way.
The Nerd: Honestly, messaging Sarkan was the best thing you’ve recently done. He’s an absolute goofball and the best person to have on a stream, not to mention one hell of a friend.
The Pain In Your Ass: JUST WHO DOES THIS ANGELO PRICK THINK HE IS?! No, really, someone telling you would be nice since you can’t remember much about him.
Aangus is a Burgandy blooded troll from the Highlands. a secluded area, Aangus had little run in with the empire and its bullshit, only hearing rumors or little things here and there. As Aangus grew older, he saved enough money doing odd jobs and eventually managed to open up his own tavern, where he produces and distributes some of the best alcohol one can get. This did get him some unwanted attention though, threats from Highbloods, and since Aangus didn’t cooperate or back down, he ended up getting a bit of his face cut in an attack. After this incident, Aangus took the action of banning Highbloods from his bar, anything above Jade being turned away and met with heavy resistance. Not many are willing to take a loaded gun to the head for booze... unless you’re crazy enough.
Name ► Phobos Deimos
Nickname[s] ► Pho, PD, Cinders (she does not enjoy this one at all)
Blood Color ► Yellow
Age ► 14 sweeps
Voiceclaim ► Angel Coulby
D.O.B. ► March 20
Astrological Sign ► Pisces/Aries cusp
Alignment ► Chaotic Neutral
Gender ► Female
Height ► 5’2”
Weight ► 142 lbs
Body Type ► Pear shaped, toned but still soft
Orientation ► Pansexual but good luck getting her to open up romantically
Occupation[s] ► Witch and owner of an occult shop, which sells items of varying magical legitimacy and safety
Lusus ► Springbok Antelope
Abilities
Psionics ► Spiritual & Arcane Perception – Phobos is able to pick up on spiritual and arcane activity and energies, the latter of which she’s generally able to identify the type for. She’s also able to see most ghosts.
Other Abilities ► Fire, Sand, Light, and Healing/Growth Magic – She’s a witch it’s her MO. Not obscenely powerful, but enough to be on par with a gifted psionic.
Flight – She has wings structured like a hummingbird hawk moth’s, which allow her to fly for short amounts of time.
Astral Projection – Her soul was jiggled a little loose during her near-death experience, so she’s able to tug it out and let it roam. The further distance she travels, the more it drains her, and while she’s able to perceive things on both ends if she wants to, it works better if she focuses on the projection fully and zones out physically.
Strife Specibus ► x2 Haladiekind – They are mainly her foci for magic, but can also be used for physical attacks. Doubled edged, double bladed daggers with a central grip and knuckle dusters on the outside.
Pistolkind – Sometimes it’s better to not be flashy and just shoot a bitch.
PC Info
Trollian Handle ► reawakenedTheurgist
Typing Quirk ► Replaces L’s with £, stutters when upset/scared/flustered/ect
Example ► Tends t'speak with a regiona£ accent an' c£ips the endin' off certain words. I-I-If sh-sh-she's u-upset o-or s-s-s-scared sh-she s-s-stutters.
▼ Personality ▼
Formerly a very open, trusting, and bubbly individual, the past few sweeps haven’t been kind to the mindset that Phobos once held. She comes across very blunt, only dancing around her genuine opinions of people and what she thinks when she’s around someone she perceives to be a threat. Even then, she’s not above pushing her luck in certain situations, as should things turn violent she has a considerable amount of magic she can rely upon to take care of what faces her. Or, well, a decent amount of what faces her. At the end of the night, Phobos is focused on one thing and one thing only: survival. If she has to run to save her skin, she’ll do so, and unless someone has endeared themselves to her (or she is required to act otherwise), she’ll leave them behind in the dust. However when it comes to the fight vs flight ratio, Phobos is absolutely someone that will throw down first. Combat is something that she’s grown from hating to enjoying a lot, as it allows her not only to exercise but vent her emotions in a…”productive” manner.
That’s not to say she doesn’t care about other people, of course. She’s just very reluctant to allow herself to be open with people, especially considering the very recent mutation she’s had to hide. Anxiety over many of her past relationships failing also hasn’t helped at all, as she sees herself as an irresponsible and unhealthy individual to be quadrants with. Friends are a possibility, but Phobos requires a lot of reassurance and proof that someone is not only patient enough but can emotionally handle all the chaos that comes along with her life. If she doesn’t think the relationship will work out and could potentially hurt someone, she’s quick to say so and warn them of that fact. She struggles with not cutting people off out of fear of hurting them, often dropping contact with nothing but her first warning to go off of.
Should you ever gain her friendship, though, she’s incredibly nurturing and caring, as well as unshakably loyal once you’ve earned her faith. While she’s struggled with following it, Phobos is also fairly good at dispensing advice and can dip into more pale or ashen tendencies if she believes someone needs that. Of course this is paired with her regular amounts of cynicism and sarcasm; it’s recommended not to have too-thin skin around Phobos. She’ll compliment just as much as she’ll playfully rag on you, likely swearing up and down the entire Alternian language the whole way. She has a filter for this when she’s around children, as she was a teacher in her former life, but the moment she catches them swearing casually it’s gone. Her “old demeanor” is still very much present despite what she’d like to think or say, it’s just hidden behind a lot of walls, suspicions, and anxiety.
Most of what other people get to see, though, is the witch behind the counter of an occult shop. She really likes to play up the mystical aspect and spooky vibes of her job. Helps convince people to buy stuff and spreads the word to bring in more customers. Whether or not they believe her magic is real doesn’t matter; it sells when you make it flashy enough.
▼ Strengths VS Weaknesses ▼
Strengths ► Perceptive | Driven | Honest
Weaknesses ► Cynical | Stubborn | Flighty
▼ Likes ▼
✔ General “witchy” paraphernalia
✔ Relaxing near fireplaces
✔ Loose, comfy scarves
✔ Libraries
✔ Incense (Dragon’s Blood and Cedar are favorites)
✔ Bird watching
✔ Anything with an autumn aesthetic
✔ Handmade clothes
✔ Walks in the woods
✔ Honey candy
✔ Cats
▼ Dislikes ▼
✘ Subjugs
✘ Too much noise
✘ Sudden movements
✘ Being touched without warning
✘ “Unnatural” silence
✘ Uppity trolls
✘ Generally most trolls blue and above on principle
✘ Any kind of religious zealots or evangelists
✘ Dealing with her bosses
✘ Cheap liquor
✘ Centipedes, to the degree that she’ll panic and shoot at them
▼ Extra ▼
► While she’s far better at using her magic in combat than to heal, she’s recently been practicing to try and get better at it. It’s a skill she let atrophy after moving away from home, which she regrets doing now that she has to relearn what she was once really fucking good at.
► She’s willing to tolerate most people if it benefits her, but highbloods will have a harder time gaining her trust.
► She has a very hard time sleeping fully through the day, usually due to her psionics allowing her to see and hear ghosts.
► Her wings are bound most of the time, though the way they’re structured allows her to lay them flat against her back naturally and prevents the binding from damaging them too much.
► Flying takes a lot out of her. She’s only had her wings for 4 sweeps and they’ve only been fully grown for 2.
► She’s more in-shape and toned than you’d expect for a lowblood. One of her old teachers was ex-fleet and made her do basic training exercises nightly, which is a routine she tries to keep up.
► That being said, she has very little love for the fleet and is suspicious of anyone she finds bearing the emblem.
► Before everything started to fall apart, she planned to dodge the draft with her ex-moirail and just travel through space with her.
► Now she’s set up an occult shop and sells minor enchantments and crystals to goth kids and hipsters. Also some cursed items and magical advice. Really anything that’ll sell, honestly. She needs the money.
► There’s always at least some kind of notebook on her. She’s very diligent about recording information that she feels is important. It also gives her a way to voice her thoughts without talking to anyone.
► She grew up with very little exposure to modern Alternian technology for the most part, which has driven her to learn as much as she can about it. The prospect of technomancy fascinates her, though she’s not able to perform any herself.
Eeleth Kuvlew [Pure Hope] ► Your ex-matesprit and the source of a never-ending flood of complicated emotions. You hurt him deeper than anyone ever could or has, which haunts you worse than any ghost. Recently, you spoke with him after a sweep of silence, though had your hands not been tied it would’ve been much sooner. Things are still complicated, and you doubt he’ll respond to any of your letters or online messages, but that won’t keep you from writing him about important things. You don’t want to give up talking to him.
Marcel Bradik [Lowered Humanity] ► Your other ex-matesprit, though one of a much shorter time. You don’t blame him for anything that happened; all of that was on you. He taught you a fair few things while you dated, the most important being how to shoot a gun and to carry one on you at all times. The thought has crossed your mind to try and seek him out, but you’ve decided against it due to the fact that he’s a shadowdropper and prone to having a temper. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
Name ► ?????? “Silver” Adamas
Nickname[s] ► Silver, Sil, Argyros, Sheriff
Blood Color ► Gold
Age ► Unknown
Voiceclaim ►Calamity from No Evil
D.O.B. ► March 13
Astrological Sign ► Pisces
Intent ► Lawful Good/Lawful Neutral (it varies)
Gender ► Nonbinary, goes by any and all pronouns but defaults to she/her
Height ► 6'1"
Weight ► 183 lbs
Orientation ► Demiromantic | Pansexual
Occupation[s] ► Seemingly the Sheriff of many, many areas of Antebellum, including larger cities and towns. She works as both generic law enforcement and as a monster hunter, though the latter consumes a lot of her time.
Status ► Patrolling through the desert and visiting various Antebellum outposts and settlements.
Lusus ► Serval
Psionics ► When Silver comes into physical contact with any type of mineral mixture, she is able to transform her body into the same substance, either partially, like just her hand, or her entire body. She can hold up to 3 different kinds of substances in her body at the same time, so long as she’s touched them all within the span of an hour. She can shift her body for an hour after coming into contact with a substance, after which it leaves her psionic memory and she needs to touch it again.
Other Abilities ► Seismic Sense: Similarly to Toph from A:TLA, Silver is capable of sensing people and things moving across large tracks of land, which is part of the reason she only wears footwraps.
Daywalker/Heat Immunity: Silver also appears to be incredibly resistant to both scalding hot metals and the Alternian sun.
Strife Specibus ► A large assortment of blessed weapons, ranging from small throwing knives to large blades to various guns. She also carries magically charged items. Her main strife specibus is a set of pistols, gilded in various precious metals and engraved with elaborate protection and banishment runes.
Trollian Handle ► fugaciousVermeil [FV]
Typing Quirk ► A - Ѧ, a - ѧ, uses proper capitalization but she types like she talks, sometimes dropping the “g” from words ending in “ing” and combining/shortening words.
Example ► Ѧin't too difficult t'follow ѧ lot of the rules 'round here.
▼ Personality ▼
On the surface, Silver is a relatively easy to comprehend type of person. She values the truth and those who don’t mince their words, being an incredibly frank individual herself. She holds rules and laws in high regard, at least the ones that match her standards of being “fair,” which doesn’t necessarily align with Alternian standards. While she dislikes outright breaking them, she’s knowledgeable about many loopholes that can be legally exploited to maintain her morals, though when push comes to shove she will break them if necessary. Silver is not easily ruffled, be it by rudeness, aggression, or witnessing horribly violent acts, though she refuses to engage in conflict unless there is no other option or the individual(s) in question are “monsters.”
To most she is either compassionate or benevolent, though both her expressions and tone of voice often makes it seem as if she is apathetic or detached. Many of her emotions are not easily shown, as Silver is uncomfortable with this with most people and tries to keep a relatively tight lid on them. The main reason being is that she can easily be completely consumed by them if she allows herself to feel anything too deeply. So, her solution is to essentially muffle them. Unfortunately, this doesn’t work too well in terms of having lasting relationships with other people. This isn’t helped by her meddlesome nature, as she’s prone to darting off and sticking her nose into suspicious business, which has made her many enemies. However, as she’s saved many lives in the process, she is fully convinced it’s more than worth it.
Consumed by a deep, aching wanderlust, she never remains in one area for long, though there are discernible patterns to her movement across the region of Antebellum. At the most, she’ll stay for a few weeks before traveling her route again, communicating with a small network of other hunters that also patrol the region so that it largely remains under watch. The majority of close friends she has are within this network, though even a good portion of them barely know anything about Silver. She is purposefully vague and guarded about her personal information, mostly giving non-answers to any questions regarding it. Still, if prodded enough over a long enough period of time, one can gather that she’s living with a considerable amount of personal demons and more than a bit of loneliness. Yet in spite of this, she is equally as closed off when it comes to quadrants, stonewalling most attempts or simply leaving if someone is especially persistent.
With those who journey with her, her demeanor is notably lighter as the nights pass. She enjoys dry and morbid humor, cracking jokes every so often if her partner(s) are receptive to them. Stories and music are beloved subjects for Silver, as she deeply enjoys both listening to and creating them. She is never without a spare journal or instrument, favoring a guitar or fiddle. Both topics she regards with a sense of spirituality, which pervades a lot of her beliefs and actions. The full depth of her beliefs is difficult to reach, as she usually tries to avoid the topic with trolls she doesn’t know well or trust enough.
▼ Strengths VS Weaknesses ▼
Strengths ► Forthright | Determined and goal-oriented | Cooperative
Weaknesses ► Meddlesome | Vague and secretive when it suits her | Emotionally guarded
▼ Quadrants ▼
Matesprit ► N/A
Moirail ► N/A
Kismesis ► N/A
▼ Relationships ▼
Xizaya Asetsu [Wayfaring Strangers]► “Man’s got one hell of an attitude that could benefit from a swat or two. I care about him deeply though, in spite of that. He’s a good friend and I trust him with my life and...more personal information. Helped my ass out when I was full of cursed metal and bleedin’ all over. He’s good, even if he don’t wanna admit it.”
Occupation: Undead Being, Eldritch Horror driven suit of Armor.
Orientation: Straight (Has had many wives and concubines)
Open Quads: All (Good luck)
Extended Bio:
Irsahn the Conqueror was a troll warlord in the times before the empire. The fuchsia and indigo bloods had yet to establish any royalty or government to the race or planet. Irsahn wandered the lands of Alternia in search of riches and glory in battle. Fighting every wandering band of heathens, every weak village that came across his path burned to the ground. He did this for many years, claiming wealth and power as the sweeps went by. Through this display of power, he began a Kingdom, as well as a Court that would become his personal hands. After greed settled into the minds of his trusted, he would be slain and buried deep beneath the planet soil in a tomb, condemned to wear the armor he wore in battle, like a true warrior. many sweeps pass, but the soul of the slain troll never rested. Gathering strength in Limbo, Irsahn grew stronger, gaining more and more strength as time passed, devouring souls and using their essence to forge his empire once again. His own throne, his own world, domination in its purest form. Now, someone has summoned him through the blood of a Horrorterror, calling his spirit back into the physical realm. Home once again, this former Warlord is back with one goal.... To unite EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKING CHURCH AS ONE, AND TAKE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY THEIRS. May The Mirthful Messiahs have mercy on you all.
Your name is Taenos Ninico, but you prefer for trolls to call you Tae. Most would consider you a laid back chick who smiles constantly, even when times get pretty crappy, so most wont take you as serious. It’s all good though, because you live in the fast party life and the mid to highbloods appreciate your lazy aura you give off at times. You’re here to enjoy most of the fun aspect, or try to have fun in you sweeps working as waitress/hostess on the xan. Just party away to cover the loneliness you try to ignore.
strife: electric rod.
quirk: replaces her “a”s with “&”s and capitalizes her “L”s
