Age:
6.5 Solar Sweeps {14 Years}
Species:
Troll
Gender:
Female
Quadrants:
~ Matesprit: N/A
~ Moirail: N/A
~ Kismesis: N/A
~ Auspitice: N/A
Personality:
You are timid and quiet. Your friends sometimes call you skittish because you're easily frightened. You talk very quietly and don't like face-to-face conversation, or talking. In general. You much prefer talking to people through other means-- like Trollian! You are pretty calm and hard to anger, but when you do get pissed off- boy, is it bad. That's why you often hide yourself away to deal with your anger when it finally flares up-- an angry you is not to be screwed with. You really like to write and aspire to be a Troll Novelist someday. You also secretly like to FLARP. Like, a lot. You are a closet FLARP'er. You dress yourself up ridiculously when you FLARP so other Trolls won't recognize you.
Lusus/Guardian:
Doemom ~ A gentle, shy hoofbeast that takes care of you. And seems to know everything. Smart-alec.
Brief history:
You don't remember much of your wrigglerhood. You used to be really outgoing and loud, but you guess something happened and now you're just...quiet now. You don't really remember, but Doemom seems to know something she's not telling you. You don't let it bother you too much anymore, though. Maybe it's better that way. You grew up with Doemom in your hive in the plains.
You were raised a vegetarian-- like Doemom-- and you prefer it that way. You got into FLARP'ing when you were younger and outgoing, and you still play now and again. But, you're kind of embarassed now, so you dress up in all these ridiculous outfits and act like the opposite of your normal self just in case you meet any trolls you know while you're out FLARP'ing. And you still really, really enjoy it. So far you haven't gotten in any accidents... That you know of, anyways.
Weaponkind: Flutekind --> Nunchuk-kind
Quirks: you typ{ in a sma}} font, and r{p}ac{ your e's with {'s and your l's with }'s.
