==> Be the glar!ng butch

  • You are now the glar!ng butch, but you like to go by your name, ELLIOT CHIKPA.
  • You are 11 sweeps old, and you stand about 5 feet, 6 inches tall.
  • You are laid-back, sarcastic, and blunt. Even though you have once tore off the face of a folk who gave you funny looks, you are actually very calm, cool, and collected. Outside of battle.
  • You are a Rust-blood, as the caste system calls you. Honestly, the way the Hemospectrum works barely concerns you. Your attitude towards other Trolls is based on their own attitude. If they are rude to you, you will make sure to be twice as rude back.
  • You are a very feral, very wild troll. You have spent the last 11 sweeps using the basic needs of survival, hunting both beast and troll alike for food and supplies with your bare hands. You have been called a savage, a barbarian, and a heathen, and these titles could not be more true. You are proud of who you are, and you embrace the fact that you are a rust-blooded, cannibalistic hunter.
  • Your symbol is based on your spear; your first, and only weapon. You built your spear when you were only three sweeps old, and it has been an extension of your arm ever since.
  • Your hive is built among the trees of your Island. You have lived on your island ever since your Lusus brought you there. You protect your home from anyone who dares to set foot on your Island without your permission. There is not a fight that you have lost, although there were plenty of close calls. Circumstance made you leave your Island, an action that you may regret in the future, but you know it was for the best.
  • You are happily settled into your new Nest, a small SHACK that sits near the edge of a large, and enchanted, FOREST.
  • Along with being a hunter and gatherer, you dabble in a practice that deals with the Otherside, tapping into your Ancestor’s writings and dealings with the Elder Ones, Eldritch creatures that speak to you in your dreams. Thanks to this ability, along with your fascination with herbal and spiritual remedies, traveling folk and city folk have referred to you as THE WITCHDOCTOR. The cluttered interior of your HIVE shows it.
  • If you knew what a Harpy Eagle was, you would say that it closely resembles what your Lusus looks like. She is overprotective and loud, but she has assisted you in many battles, and so is forgiven. You love your Momma, she is the reason why you are alive today. She has given you food and supplies over the sweeps, and she is your transportation to areas over long distances.
  • You live quite happily for a lowblood, content to spend a long time in your woods with your MOMMA, even if you miss your Island.
  • When you are not spending your time making potions or carving designs into the bones of your enemies, you like to go on Trollian, under the name drowsyButch. You speak s!mple. Not often, and broken. But rem!nscent of home, and of v!nes.
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