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Player Name: Kaji
Player Contact: dullahaning @ aim
Universe details: Universe was pretty much standard Alternia…until the Empress was killed/vanished, the glub didn’t go off due to a couple of possible heirs, and it got all troll War of Roses up in this here.
Consort and Imps: Anisez gave the imps shark teeth and giant manta ray-esque wings. Her land, The Land of
Stars and Waves (LOSAW) contained winged sharks as her consorts.
Character name: Anisez Helios
Trollian/Pesterchum/other Handle: solarSignatus
Age: Ten Solar Sweeps
Blood Color: Purple [5900bd]
Psychic/Magic/Other Abilities: Anisez has no magical or psychic abilities to speak of, however she is an extraordinarily fast swimmer, even by the standards of a seadweller.
Speech Quirk: ...Starts new sentences with ellipses.
...And puts any disparaging or sarcastic commentary in parentheticals (like this, you stupid fuckass).
...All non-parenthetical statements are in proper speech for her station (but I can’t be fucking bothered to be polite to you here).
...Does not ever capitalize names, such as karkat vantas or eridan ampora.
When upset she loses the ellipses, useless manners and uses way too fucking much punctuation to end her sentences!!!!!!
Fetch Modus: Index Modus-the index is at the back of the book and in nigh-microscopic font. Good luck finding the right page.
Strife Specibus: Bookkind (Beating people with large, hardcover tome. It’s probably a collection of shitty romance novels. Or perhaps a history tome.) and coralkind. (Stabbing people with coral prongs, usually vaguely sword-shaped. )
Sburb Title (and derived powers): Witch of Sun (Light-based reflection/refraction powers. Capable of creating illusions, although they don’t work if she doesn’t have some source of light, preferably sunlight. The weaker the light source, the weaker the illusion. Eventually would gain the ability to bend light into a shield, but it can only fit one other person. Maybe two if they’re wrigglers/really goddamn short.)
Derse or Prospit? Prospit
Preferred drop-in point: Land of Storm and Glass
Personality: Her interests are reading, birds and historical theatre.
She appears, at first, to be a rather quiet troll, almost too shy for a seadweller. Polite and collected, her hesitation in speaking to strangers would be marked as a weakness if she weren’t so prone to losing her temper at idiocy and hitting those who ire her with preposterously-sized books. She has no patience for whatever she deems stupidity and will waste no time ripping that unfortunate soul a new one. Possibly literally. Otherwise, she is aloof and distant in a generally infuriatingly arrogant manner, as if whoever she’s conversing with isn’t really worth the pain every word they say is causing her.
In truth, her frequent outbursts serve as a handy release valve for the violent urges that are her birthright, keeping her from completely losing her shit all the time and going on murderous rampages. She is a rather passionate troll about things that are inappropriate at best and so she keeps them neatly and quietly squared away when she can. Without a moirail to keep her in check, she keeps herself from blowing things by basically being a cold, arrogant bitch who doesn’t talk more than she needs to to anyone at any given time. And a lot of the time, what she said is basically the equivalent of “get the fuck out”, anyway. Anisez tries to remain mostly polite, as her Lusus stressed that good manners are what separates those born to rule from simply chaff on the culling board, but it is difficult to keep one’s cool when surrounded by idiots from every facet of the hemospectrum.
She does enjoy intellectual conversation,and can be calmed down or distracted from a particularly bad case of rage with either this or a new book to read. She also has a fascination with birds and other things that fly, and spent much of her younger days trying to make such things. Alas, it turns out, it’s surprisingly hard to make things when you live in a refurbished, half-sunken ship in the middle of the ocean, so her habit of building things was abandoned before too very long. Still, she finds the science and dynamics of flight and how birds of many kinds achieve it, and has done quite a bit of research into it.
Plus, birds are tasty, tasty creatures.
She is a fan of theatre, particularly on historical topics, and keeps lists of inaccuracies presented in representations of historical events for fun. She takes some pride in her ability to spot them without reference, but this leads her to an embarrassing habit of quoting plays and citing references no one else has ever heard of like it’s some sort of common knowledge, and then getting annoyed when they don’t know what the hell she’s talking about.
Despite being mostly restricted to violent annoyance in her dealings with other trolls, the simplest way to tick her over into outright fury is to betray her or those very few she tolerates. She is oddly loyal for her station and holds little tolerance for those who would betray her people. After all, if anyone is going to beat the goddamn shit out of any of them, it’s going to be her. Luckily for her, those who were bold enough to do so in her childhood were as rare as they are now dead, which is to say very very rare. And very dead.
History:
>Be the gigantic clusterfuck
>You are now the history of an Alternia very similar to one chronicled by some douchebag with a cueball for a head. In many ways, it was something of the same world, and the Empress’ massive campaign for intergalatic conquest was more to keep her ill-tempered and mostly unwilling adult subjects from turning on her. The planet was populated entirely by trolls who had not reached adulthood, the rest sent out into the galaxy to conquer new worlds far away. It seemed like nothing would change the Empress’ iron grip on her race, but fate has a funny way of ignoring the inevitable.
The Empress and her entire ship vanished, perhaps by destroyed an ill-timed explosion of a nearby star, or by a twisted horror in space itself, beyond troll reckoning, or perhaps she was simply sucked into an anomaly of space-time itself. Some called it simply an act of God. But without her there to hold together the trolls, everything fell to pieces. At that time, there happened to be two trolls on Alternia proper with the right blood to rule. One had been kept alive by the conspiracy of a faction seeking to replace the Empress but without the strength to openly declare their intentions or force the point, now that the throne was empty. The other was a mere wriggler, only barely past their trials. And Gl'Bgolyb didn’t raise her voice. The older heir took it as her claim to legitimacy, but others took it as a sign the Empress was alive and would return, and they must deal with the usurpers now, racing back to Alternia to destroy them.
As the factions clashed and began to tear each other apart, smaller factions began to appear as more groups struggled for power, backstabbed each other, and split into yet more factions. The legislacerators started putting all factions to death by the hundreds in an effort to control the chaos, and the subjuggalators began to slaughter all the other factions without any real clear agenda. The savagery the highbloods were turning on each other eventually resulted in the lowblood castes revolting, and by the time all the factions reached Alternia, they were locked in a deadly stalemate that would, inevitably, leave most of the troll race dead. The mother grub was already dying, injured by wild shots in the fighting.
Anisez Helios was ten sweeps old when the Empress vanished. A seadweller without real claim to the throne, Anisez had been raised by a strange seabird lusus, and through her guidance tried to navigate through the war without coming down too openly on either faction, instead eventually forming one with the interests of not destroying their world in their own madness. She had begun to think that if she had to kill everyone in the way and take the throne to save them all, then she would, but an alternative was then suggested to her.
She was part of a group of twelve trolls desperate to stop the war before it tore Alternia apart and left them all with no chance of survival. One of them had found a game called Sgrub, and was certain it could be used to save their world. And so, they started their session, a group of trolls across the hemospectrum, hoping to have something left to fight for.
Of course, the beginning of their session promptly ended the world. Thems the breaks. With no other alternative, they set out to complete their session, doing their best (and not entirely succeeding) to keep from hurting each other too much. They did well enough, although their prototyped sprites were not, perhaps, to their favor, and those that did turn on each other in the session were quickly reminded that they had no choice but to work together to finish what they’d started, then they could kill each other. Between broiling rivalries and hormones and bloody sloppy makeouts, their space player had just lit the forge to start thawing frogs, the key to creating a new home for them all.
And then, through some terrible design of fate, they were yanked through paradox space into a different, failing session, ripped away from their own salvation. Again.
Anisez, at least, was less than pleased with this happening.
Samples
Memo: CURRENT solarSignatus [CSS] RIGHT NOW opened public transtimeline bulletin board...Pay attention.
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CSS opened memo on board...Pay attention
CSS: ...I don’t suppose I need to remind you all what’s at stake now.
CSS: ...or rather, I’d like to think I didn’t (But all of you have your thinkpans so fucking filled with filling non-existent buckets I’m going to fucking have to, aren’t I?).
CSS: ...we are the last of our kind.
CSS: ...By our own folly, we are responsible for the death of our entire race and destruction of our home.
CSS: ...We are therefore completely responsible for finishing thing session without killing each other.
CSS: ...I know it’s hard (It’s nearly impossible, dealing with you idiots all the time without killing every last one of you).
CSS: ...But we have no choice.
CSS: ...We won’t survive this session by engaging in ill-advised attempts at kismesis or ‘sloppy makeouts’, as you put it (So put your goddamn buckets away and focus, for fuck’s sake!).
CSS: ...I am only going to ask politely once.
CSS: ...If you really need to kill something, kill the imps.
CSS: ...Killing each other can wait until we’ve won.
CSS: …And if I am inspired to repeat this again, I will be most upset (And I will shove my hoof so far up your spinal crevice you will be spitting cartilage the rest of your pathetic lives).
CSS: ...I hope I have made myself perfectly clear.
CSS: ...Get to work.
Action log:>
===>Be the angry girl troll.
You are already the angry girl troll! Your name is ANISEZ HELIOS and you are quite FED UP WITH ALL THIS. This whole Sgrub nonsense is really quite terrible. You’re not sure who’s idea it was to begin with. You never did ask their name before entering the session. Or else you probably would have done something ridiculously violent to him.
===>Kill the fuckass.
No, that’s hardly productive right now. All your session mates are complete idiots, but you’ve come to expect that from your species.
And they’re all you’ve got, now. Besides, there are other things that need doing.
Anisez: Sloppy makeouts with matesprit.
No no no! That is absolutely preposterous, this isn’t the time for that! Some of your sessionmates may be young trolls with absolutely no control of their hormones but you are an ADULT and you will not engage in sloppy makeouts whenever you please, you fucking moron.
Anisez: Eat that bird.
That is a terrible thing to say, that bird is a species you’ve never seen anywhere before, and it has rather beautiful plumage. Such things should be studied first, before they are plucked and properly roasted.
Besides, you’re not even hungry. You proceed to ignore the strange voices, and get to work. Someone’s got to make sure you all get through this and finish what you started.
You are the leader. It is you.