Post by Flamerider on Jul 24, 2015 15:02:58 GMT -5
AKA: Does my OC arsenal look big in these pants?
Most of these are direct pulls from other places with some tweaks. I've already redone them, like, five times. I'm not going to do it again today.
Expect more to be added as I fish them out and brush them up.
Farren
TL;DR plus other details.
Name: Farren Waygoe
Gender: Male
Blood Colour: Yellow
Blood Colour Hex Code: #c5b000
Trolltag: humblePhoenix
Quirk: Capitalises only the letters F, L, A, M, and E.
Age: 7 sweeps
Weapon: Self-crafted spear, Spearkind
Lusus: Heron
Modus: Heavy Duty (Slots have a larger maximum carrying capacity. However, 2 cards = 1 slot)
Good Points: Creative, keenly aware of the good/bad points of others, bottles up and keeps calm, generally good company
Bad Points: Inexperienced, gullible, doesn't hide anything, craves melodrama
Litmen
TL;DR
Name: Litmen Akwenn
Gender: Female
Blood Colour: Olive green area.
Blood Colour Hex Code: #376600
Trolltag: wisdomWisher
Quirk: Puts a ^ at the end of words that end in vowels or the letter y, otherwise puts an -.
Age: 7 Sweeps
Weapon: Bladekind, Lightweight Sword
Modus: Slideboard
Lusus: Owl, hoot 8^
Good Points: Dilligent, really good learning and memory capability
Bad Points: Prone to hysteria, lacks some common sense despite intelligence, insists on wearing that goofy outfit
Vicari
TL;DR
Name: Vicari Apolau
Gender: Female
Blood Colour: Close to Fuschia
Trolltag: queenstonIcarus
Blood Colour Hex Code: #CC0076
Quirk: Replaces g, o, and d with [/, [] and |] respectively to mimick neo-cyberpunk fonts.
Age: 8 Sweeps
Weapon: Saikind, standard dual-wielded sais.
Modus: Slingwheel
Lusus: Stingray
Good Points: "Fair" (always lets you present your case), talented, responsible
Bad Points: Hates her racing popularity, often frustrated at herself, does a lot of second-guessing
Most of these are direct pulls from other places with some tweaks. I've already redone them, like, five times. I'm not going to do it again today.
Expect more to be added as I fish them out and brush them up.
Farren
{Spoiler}Your name is FARREN WAYGOE, and you are sincere, tolerant, ardent, and pleasant, though you are this while being weak willed, reserved until questioned, and very selectively dilligent.
Right now, your most prominent hobby is the mechanical construction and repair of scuttlebuggies, the land transport of Alternia. You've been at this for a while now as a means of killing time, and for the most part it's been fun and to your advantage. You live within good distance of a scrapheap, and it's ideal for pulling up stuff you can use, and you find a lot of other cool stuff in the process.
You hear some rumors about parts of the world that have hovering scuttlebuggies, and race them as a culture-enrapturing sport. The idea is interesting, but you don't have to read the news to know that's ridiculous and there's no way it's an actual thing.
You keep to yourself in your hive, and you are never so far these days from your lusus: A heron. There is some evidence to suggest that this particular heron lived a rich and adventurous life, where he embarked on a quest through Alternian flora and fauna to command a party of birds and inspire trolls, which he gave up to raise you. If that is true, he has since let himself go, now being of a much larger girth, and much slower gait. He has lovely plumage, and he's a real hit with other trolls; he's arguably better at making friends than you. He's always trying to rub it off on you, but you never see a reason to strike up a conversation with somebody unless you need to in order to obtain things or perform tasks, or if you really want a question answered. When you're in the conversation, it's a different story.
Of course, one of your big problems is that you're not inherently audacious or interesting. You keep your cool in most situations and don't usually panic in anything other than a life-or-death situation. You're a good listener, and if you were given a set group of partners, you would be wary of their pros, their cons, and their flaws. But while you make a decent enough advisor, driver, or worker, you are no leader. You have trouble thinking out your future for yourself. If you're doing something that you had to break out of your usual routines for, someone had to suggest it to you. Besides this, you're talented, creative, and good at picking up things for the first time, but you've done nothing to make anyone recogize you for anything. Everyday you try not to be driven insane by this. You want to keep your composure, after all. No one wants nor needs to know how desperate you are.
So as you can see, not having the guts to start meeting people for the first time is kind of blowing up in your face. You're going dry on melodrama and you dress up your day to day life alone to stave it off. You talk to yourself a lot, you binge on escapist media, and you always daydream about fantasy situations.
To people who DO happen to know you, you're a guru-like figure. Distant, but always happy for you to keep a hand on their shoulder should they offer it, and happy to hear your calm advice. But if they dug deep, if they raided your deep coffers, they'd see how much of a vain dork you were, yearning for things you want but won't take the effort to get.
You like futuristic cyberpunk stuff. It drives you nuts. You've got some eccentric posters over your hives walls of it. And, as said earlier, when you're not greasing wheels you've got your head in escapist media. A book, a show, a movie, a video game. You love romanticised, fictional fantasy life more than your own. On the flip-side, you dislike horror. A lot. You are easily scared shitless of a dark corridor and a jumpscare. It doesn't even have to happen, just knowing the possibility makes you want to tap out. It's not because of the looming, subtle themes of the creeping pain of your own flaws; if anything you buy into that.
And most important, you being "weak willed" was mentioned earlier. By this you mean you are loyal to too many things. You're gullible, and believe a lot. If someone were to try and string you along a set of believable promises, you'd buy into them pretty hard, and even after the point you got conned it may take you some time to realize that's what happened. And because you're a lowly yellowblood, that's a likely thing that can happen. People read you like a book and you're not great at seeing through other people yourself. You're kind of pathetic like that. Thankfully, isolation and aura of uninterest prevented your death thus far. Let's keep at it for a few sweeps more.
Your strife specibus is SPEARKIND, allowing you to hunt and attack with vicious lunging stabs and non-lethally ward off foes by smacking them around with the stick and the blunt sides, though you are not afraid of hand-to-hand combat. Your inventory modus is HEAVYDUTY, which has increased maximum size and weight capacity for inventory items, but only has 1 inventory slot for every 2 cards you have. Having an odd number of cards just leaves a useless half-card, so you really have to make good use of them.
Your trolltag is humblePhoenix and you tEnd thE FLAMEs in your words.
Right now, your most prominent hobby is the mechanical construction and repair of scuttlebuggies, the land transport of Alternia. You've been at this for a while now as a means of killing time, and for the most part it's been fun and to your advantage. You live within good distance of a scrapheap, and it's ideal for pulling up stuff you can use, and you find a lot of other cool stuff in the process.
You hear some rumors about parts of the world that have hovering scuttlebuggies, and race them as a culture-enrapturing sport. The idea is interesting, but you don't have to read the news to know that's ridiculous and there's no way it's an actual thing.
You keep to yourself in your hive, and you are never so far these days from your lusus: A heron. There is some evidence to suggest that this particular heron lived a rich and adventurous life, where he embarked on a quest through Alternian flora and fauna to command a party of birds and inspire trolls, which he gave up to raise you. If that is true, he has since let himself go, now being of a much larger girth, and much slower gait. He has lovely plumage, and he's a real hit with other trolls; he's arguably better at making friends than you. He's always trying to rub it off on you, but you never see a reason to strike up a conversation with somebody unless you need to in order to obtain things or perform tasks, or if you really want a question answered. When you're in the conversation, it's a different story.
Of course, one of your big problems is that you're not inherently audacious or interesting. You keep your cool in most situations and don't usually panic in anything other than a life-or-death situation. You're a good listener, and if you were given a set group of partners, you would be wary of their pros, their cons, and their flaws. But while you make a decent enough advisor, driver, or worker, you are no leader. You have trouble thinking out your future for yourself. If you're doing something that you had to break out of your usual routines for, someone had to suggest it to you. Besides this, you're talented, creative, and good at picking up things for the first time, but you've done nothing to make anyone recogize you for anything. Everyday you try not to be driven insane by this. You want to keep your composure, after all. No one wants nor needs to know how desperate you are.
So as you can see, not having the guts to start meeting people for the first time is kind of blowing up in your face. You're going dry on melodrama and you dress up your day to day life alone to stave it off. You talk to yourself a lot, you binge on escapist media, and you always daydream about fantasy situations.
To people who DO happen to know you, you're a guru-like figure. Distant, but always happy for you to keep a hand on their shoulder should they offer it, and happy to hear your calm advice. But if they dug deep, if they raided your deep coffers, they'd see how much of a vain dork you were, yearning for things you want but won't take the effort to get.
You like futuristic cyberpunk stuff. It drives you nuts. You've got some eccentric posters over your hives walls of it. And, as said earlier, when you're not greasing wheels you've got your head in escapist media. A book, a show, a movie, a video game. You love romanticised, fictional fantasy life more than your own. On the flip-side, you dislike horror. A lot. You are easily scared shitless of a dark corridor and a jumpscare. It doesn't even have to happen, just knowing the possibility makes you want to tap out. It's not because of the looming, subtle themes of the creeping pain of your own flaws; if anything you buy into that.
And most important, you being "weak willed" was mentioned earlier. By this you mean you are loyal to too many things. You're gullible, and believe a lot. If someone were to try and string you along a set of believable promises, you'd buy into them pretty hard, and even after the point you got conned it may take you some time to realize that's what happened. And because you're a lowly yellowblood, that's a likely thing that can happen. People read you like a book and you're not great at seeing through other people yourself. You're kind of pathetic like that. Thankfully, isolation and aura of uninterest prevented your death thus far. Let's keep at it for a few sweeps more.
Your strife specibus is SPEARKIND, allowing you to hunt and attack with vicious lunging stabs and non-lethally ward off foes by smacking them around with the stick and the blunt sides, though you are not afraid of hand-to-hand combat. Your inventory modus is HEAVYDUTY, which has increased maximum size and weight capacity for inventory items, but only has 1 inventory slot for every 2 cards you have. Having an odd number of cards just leaves a useless half-card, so you really have to make good use of them.
Your trolltag is humblePhoenix and you tEnd thE FLAMEs in your words.
TL;DR plus other details.
Name: Farren Waygoe
Gender: Male
Blood Colour: Yellow
Blood Colour Hex Code: #c5b000
Trolltag: humblePhoenix
Quirk: Capitalises only the letters F, L, A, M, and E.
Age: 7 sweeps
Weapon: Self-crafted spear, Spearkind
Lusus: Heron
Modus: Heavy Duty (Slots have a larger maximum carrying capacity. However, 2 cards = 1 slot)
Good Points: Creative, keenly aware of the good/bad points of others, bottles up and keeps calm, generally good company
Bad Points: Inexperienced, gullible, doesn't hide anything, craves melodrama
Litmen
{Spoiler}Your name is LITMEN AKWENN, and you are a green blood troll with a crippling agenda.
You were once a FREQUENT FLARP PLAYER, to the point where playing up to a character drilled itself a hole in your psyche a little bit. This isn't so much apparent in your mannerisms as it is in your strange attire, but you've grown attached and accustomed to the detached-sleeves look and its gaudy appeal. You used to be an INNOCENT, BOOK-SMART INDIVIDUAL with close allies (a more appealing term than friends) who FLARPed with you, and it was a way of getting through the dark journey of life. However, you were a slightly guillible bunch, and a bunch of high-bloods offered to join you for a session. In good spirits, they were accepted... and you paid the price.
Rather than the affectionate play-fighting you expected, they went straight to it with killing intent. You noticed just early enough to prevent your own deaths, but fending for yourself proved difficult. Eventually, you had enough, and ran for the hills, leaving your partners behind and living on your own, cutting off communications to them out of outright shame. Your level of trust is now way more shaky, and you especially have difficulty trusting highbloods anymore. In fact, you have an outright FEAR OF HIGHBLOODS and typically associate any and all highbloods with the whole tyrant image, whether or not they actually are. It's a wierd and very specific phobia however, as it only really starts kicking in from tealbloods beyond, then capping out at indigos before falling after seadwellers. It's strange, but it's how your psyche attuned itself.
So you're a FIGHTER, that's one thing you can do. But your OWL LUSUS insisted on (somehow) training you in this elegant, agile, and defensive way of fighting, with a one handed sword (ala BLADEKIND). It's effective, mind you, it's just not very threatening looking. In addition to that, your lusus is FASCINATED WITH REGALNESS, and has made you learn two harmo-noisers. Or would that be instruments? You're pretty sure people just call them instruments. The VIOLIN, and the PIANO. As such, your appreciation for violin and piano playing in music, as well as various other arts, is quite distinguished, as little place as it holds on Alternia.
Your fetch modus is the SLIDEBOX MODUS, your cards are arranged as randomly arranged cuboids crammed into a square, and need arranging until they can leave the square's exit. It's an outright puzzle that gets really tricky to decipher, especially when you put an important one in and the cuboid has really awkward dimensions.
Your trolltag is wisdomWisher and you obsessively^ categorize^ your- word- endings- by^ their- type^.
You were once a FREQUENT FLARP PLAYER, to the point where playing up to a character drilled itself a hole in your psyche a little bit. This isn't so much apparent in your mannerisms as it is in your strange attire, but you've grown attached and accustomed to the detached-sleeves look and its gaudy appeal. You used to be an INNOCENT, BOOK-SMART INDIVIDUAL with close allies (a more appealing term than friends) who FLARPed with you, and it was a way of getting through the dark journey of life. However, you were a slightly guillible bunch, and a bunch of high-bloods offered to join you for a session. In good spirits, they were accepted... and you paid the price.
Rather than the affectionate play-fighting you expected, they went straight to it with killing intent. You noticed just early enough to prevent your own deaths, but fending for yourself proved difficult. Eventually, you had enough, and ran for the hills, leaving your partners behind and living on your own, cutting off communications to them out of outright shame. Your level of trust is now way more shaky, and you especially have difficulty trusting highbloods anymore. In fact, you have an outright FEAR OF HIGHBLOODS and typically associate any and all highbloods with the whole tyrant image, whether or not they actually are. It's a wierd and very specific phobia however, as it only really starts kicking in from tealbloods beyond, then capping out at indigos before falling after seadwellers. It's strange, but it's how your psyche attuned itself.
So you're a FIGHTER, that's one thing you can do. But your OWL LUSUS insisted on (somehow) training you in this elegant, agile, and defensive way of fighting, with a one handed sword (ala BLADEKIND). It's effective, mind you, it's just not very threatening looking. In addition to that, your lusus is FASCINATED WITH REGALNESS, and has made you learn two harmo-noisers. Or would that be instruments? You're pretty sure people just call them instruments. The VIOLIN, and the PIANO. As such, your appreciation for violin and piano playing in music, as well as various other arts, is quite distinguished, as little place as it holds on Alternia.
Your fetch modus is the SLIDEBOX MODUS, your cards are arranged as randomly arranged cuboids crammed into a square, and need arranging until they can leave the square's exit. It's an outright puzzle that gets really tricky to decipher, especially when you put an important one in and the cuboid has really awkward dimensions.
Your trolltag is wisdomWisher and you obsessively^ categorize^ your- word- endings- by^ their- type^.
TL;DR
Name: Litmen Akwenn
Gender: Female
Blood Colour: Olive green area.
Blood Colour Hex Code: #376600
Trolltag: wisdomWisher
Quirk: Puts a ^ at the end of words that end in vowels or the letter y, otherwise puts an -.
Age: 7 Sweeps
Weapon: Bladekind, Lightweight Sword
Modus: Slideboard
Lusus: Owl, hoot 8^
Good Points: Dilligent, really good learning and memory capability
Bad Points: Prone to hysteria, lacks some common sense despite intelligence, insists on wearing that goofy outfit
Vicari
{Spoiler}Your name is VICARI APOLAU, a well-blessed pink-blooded royal seadweller at a late 7 sweeps old. Seeing your high blood colour as a entitlement to a duty more than a privelage, you decide to live up to it doing prestigious things. One of your merits is your status as a BUDDING HISTORIAN of Alternia's societies, scouring for records and biographies alike on elements of the past, hoping that you can make your own discoveries of the past. You are not an archaeologist however, and do not go after this unfound evidence yourself. You read and decipher the musty tomes, not rummage around where they came from.
Almost completely inversely, you can't help yourself with your ATTRACTION TO FLASHY TECHNOLOGY, something borderlining on a 'technophilia' if you will; what time you spend studying the past is equally spent eyeing gadgets of the future with a sense of infatuation deep within. Your devotion is fanatic: which leads in to your most notorious... we'll call it a "past-time".
Your fame as a historian is far surpassed by your involvement in the world of MOTORSPORTS. You are a pilot of ANTI-GRAVITY CRAFTS, raced by an organized set of leagues and companies. You've been doing this since back when it was a much lesser known sport (not all that long ago mind you), at a time when it was pretty much exclusively sea-dwellers merely due to social conduct. You are a prized member of TEAM VALKRY, whose crafts are delicate and nimble, yet prized as you are, it is TO YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT that many more people recognize you for driving a multi-coloured hovering vehicle than your esteemed career in historics.
As a person, you are FIRM BUT FAIR. You are nice only in a comparative sense, you don't feel like causing more trouble than you're worth (even though you're probably worth a lot by caste alone), but you have a sense of duty about you, to the point where you've set yourself a CULLING QUOTA, something you don't see anything wrong with and could quite happily mention in the face of anyone. You go out every perigee or so and find a couple of wrong'uns to cleanse from the planet, or do it over the course of time when it suits you. You let them present their case and if they don't justify themselves you put them to rest. You don't get upset over it or even push for it all that much, you just feel like being a highblood is a job and you ought to be doing work.
You have a STINGRAY LUSUS down in your submerged hive, and you have a SAIKIND specibus, complementing a discreet and quick fighting style. You use a SLINGWHEEL MODUS for holding items, which have to be retrieved by means of firing a ball from a spinning wheel at the right trajectory to get the item you want.
Your trolltag is queenstonIcarus and y[]ur writin[/ has a stylize|] bl[]ckiness t[] it.
Almost completely inversely, you can't help yourself with your ATTRACTION TO FLASHY TECHNOLOGY, something borderlining on a 'technophilia' if you will; what time you spend studying the past is equally spent eyeing gadgets of the future with a sense of infatuation deep within. Your devotion is fanatic: which leads in to your most notorious... we'll call it a "past-time".
Your fame as a historian is far surpassed by your involvement in the world of MOTORSPORTS. You are a pilot of ANTI-GRAVITY CRAFTS, raced by an organized set of leagues and companies. You've been doing this since back when it was a much lesser known sport (not all that long ago mind you), at a time when it was pretty much exclusively sea-dwellers merely due to social conduct. You are a prized member of TEAM VALKRY, whose crafts are delicate and nimble, yet prized as you are, it is TO YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT that many more people recognize you for driving a multi-coloured hovering vehicle than your esteemed career in historics.
As a person, you are FIRM BUT FAIR. You are nice only in a comparative sense, you don't feel like causing more trouble than you're worth (even though you're probably worth a lot by caste alone), but you have a sense of duty about you, to the point where you've set yourself a CULLING QUOTA, something you don't see anything wrong with and could quite happily mention in the face of anyone. You go out every perigee or so and find a couple of wrong'uns to cleanse from the planet, or do it over the course of time when it suits you. You let them present their case and if they don't justify themselves you put them to rest. You don't get upset over it or even push for it all that much, you just feel like being a highblood is a job and you ought to be doing work.
You have a STINGRAY LUSUS down in your submerged hive, and you have a SAIKIND specibus, complementing a discreet and quick fighting style. You use a SLINGWHEEL MODUS for holding items, which have to be retrieved by means of firing a ball from a spinning wheel at the right trajectory to get the item you want.
Your trolltag is queenstonIcarus and y[]ur writin[/ has a stylize|] bl[]ckiness t[] it.
TL;DR
Name: Vicari Apolau
Gender: Female
Blood Colour: Close to Fuschia
Trolltag: queenstonIcarus
Blood Colour Hex Code: #CC0076
Quirk: Replaces g, o, and d with [/, [] and |] respectively to mimick neo-cyberpunk fonts.
Age: 8 Sweeps
Weapon: Saikind, standard dual-wielded sais.
Modus: Slingwheel
Lusus: Stingray
Good Points: "Fair" (always lets you present your case), talented, responsible
Bad Points: Hates her racing popularity, often frustrated at herself, does a lot of second-guessing