==&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; Be the glar!ng b!tch
- You are now the glar!ng b!tch, but you like to go by your name, ELLIOT CHIKPA.
- You are currently 11 sweeps old, and you stand about 5 feet, 6 inches tall.
- You are laid-back, sarcastic, and generally blunt with your way of speaking. Even though you look like you could rip the face off anyone who looks at you funny, you are actually very calm, cool, and collected. Outside of battle, of course.
- You are a Rust-blood, as the caste system fondly calls you. Honestly, the simply odd way the Hemospectrum works only slightly fazes you, only because it teaches both Highbloods and Lowbloods to be rude to other folks. Your attitude towards other Trolls is only based on their own attitude. If they are rude to you, then you’re damn right you are going to be rude to them back.
- You are a very feral, very wild troll. You have spent the last 10 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. But honestly, 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 home-made weapon. You built your spear when you were only three sweeps old, and it has been your faithful companion 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 used to be a Traveler, moving to distant lands whenever you pleased. Now, you are happily settled into your new Nest, a small SHACK that sits near the edge of a large, and recently enchanted, FOREST.
- Along with being a hunter and gatherer, you dabble in a practice most would call voodoo, or hoodoo, depending on whoever you are talking to. You have this fascination with the concept of simple plants and energies being able to heal even the most infected wounds and being able to ward off evil spirits from a body, and most of the folks you have met when you were traveling have referred to you as THE WITCHDOCTOR because of this. The cluttered interior of your HIVE is a direct proof to your dedication to your work.
- If you knew what a Harpy Eagle was, you would say that it closely resembles what your Lusus looks like. She is very protective and can be overbearing at times, but she has assisted you in many battles, so you can forgive that. She is the reason why you are alive today. She has given you food and supplies over the sweeps, and she is your transportation for most areas. You owe her your life, even though she hates that you would sacrifice yourself for her.
- You live quite happily for a lowblood, content to spend a long time in your woods with your MOMMA.
- 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 !n a lazy-ass drawl that shows how much ya love speak!n n typ!n, and how much ya m!ss hang!n ups!de-down on v!nes.
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