A Highblooded Revolution

Ok.... I am always up to change things when asked.

Hmm...

Well, if you guys need another person on board, I can make a sheet. (I think Alex has me convinced : P) Just say the word!

*Looks at Mata as he talks. Looks back at Dino with a grin*

Yes we will need more.

Since RJ is...taking a vacation...I need to figure out some things.

Like what I am going to do with this since he is not here to play Xemkal and Kiyalla whom I had plans for that would greatly affect the plot and how everything goes down.

So yeh. Join if you please, need help with a troll, ask and you shall receive~

Alright, cool beans! ^^;

I've got two sheets just about completed now, except for their appearances, which I will draw up tonight, after I get a haircut and have a run. Then I'll submit them and you can offer suggestions or critique or whatever and happy days.

WOOHOO

And Dino, if you don't want Annwyl, I can switch her for.... Yulber ;)

@Mata: Ohcooldowant :3

@Alex: You love that guy. Why, is beyond me. Whatever floats your boat, hun~

I propose something. What if the story got an entire section devoted to the ancestors?

I'd rather not. Some chars don't have important ones. IE: Me. XD

'Ancestor section' says he who proposes without joining. ;P I will see about that once I get around...obvious roadblocks. :/

Claudia Strider Pyrope wrote:

Yes we will need more.

Since RJ is...taking a vacation...I need to figure out some things.

Like what I am going to do with this since he is not here to play Xemkal and Kiyalla whom I had plans for that would greatly affect the plot and how everything goes down.

So yeh. Join if you please, need help with a troll, ask and you shall receive~

My assumed 'vacation', which, I assure you, would be anything but, seems to have become drastically shorter. My sheets should be in within the next few weeks, if I find the time and creativity to work on them.

He's cute Dino!

Also... I based him off of this adorable, and loyal character. http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Samwise_Gamgee

And then Mata.

Name: Lumire Garera (LOO-muh-ree gar-AIR-ah, because pronunciation.)
Gender: Female
Age: 9 Sweeps
Blood Color: An exceptionally dark red-brown, upper-peasantry class.
TrollTag: temperateMelody, and Your wordS Flow aS Smoothly aS Your voicE Lack propeR Punctuation anD Often traiL Off whistfullY...
Appearance: Just disregard her hands and feet...
Interests and Hobbies: Your name is LUMIRE GARERA and you are, quite possibly, less violent than the average troll. When you were younger, you were quite different – throwing tantrums and wrecking everything in sight that has not already been wrecked. Perhaps you worked out all of your anger then, before your lusus DIED of YOU KILLING IT WITH ITS OWN HIND LEG (you can never bring yourself to label the event as ‘murder’). Ever since then, you have taken a greater interest in MUSIC OF ALL SORTS and THE ART OF NOT KILLING THINGS. In fact, you make it a point to use your HEALING SKILLS to assist any wild beast that may chance upon your hive. You are also quite adept at BOTANY, and grow as many EXOTIC GARDENS as your hive has room for. What space that is not being inhabited by PLANTS is being inhabited by YOU, and that is not very much space at all. You pass your days by SINGING, HUMMING, WHISTLING, TAPPING FINGERS AND OTHER EXTREMITIES, and even the occasional BEATBOXING, all part of your effort to discover your ancestor’s VAST SONG.
How they will get/got involved in the Rebellion: Immediately after learning of the impending uprising, Lumire sought to distance herself from it as quickly as possible. Afraid of what is to come, she is currently in the process of packing up her valuables to migrate from the lowblood villages – and possibly warn the royalty of an impending threat, if she is put into a situation where such an action becomes necessary. She does not want to fight, but she will if she has to (that is, if she can overcome her COWARDLY NATURE).
Weapon of Choice: A pair of the esteemed War Tessen, 2xfankind.
Ancestor: Melistra Rootsinger, the Druid. She ran away from her lusus after the Imperial Drone came around to spend a large portion of her life travelling from place to place, hoping to see all of Alternia. However, due to her blood color, she was looked down upon by many and eventually was attacked and placed in prison to be forgotten by history. Melistra, as fond of song as her decendant would be, spent not a second in that iron box without singing, humming, whistling, tapping fingers or other extremities, or at the very least beatboxing what would come to be known as the VAST SONG. After years of musical solitude, her voice faltered and Melistra’s heart stopped beating. What happened next is not clear, but it is reported that the assorted flora and fauna of the Alternian wild, who had grown accustomed to the constant melody of the VAST SONG, demolished the Druid’s metal prison and stole away her corpse to rest among them. Lumire has devoted herself to locating her ancestor’s remains, wherever they may be.
Loyalty: Hemoloyal/neutral. Open to the idea of revolution, but is convinced that the current rebellion (long live it, by the way) will doom all lowbloods to worse lives than they currently lead.

Name: Tramal Sijzis (trah-MAHL SIH-jus, because also pronunciation)
Gender: Male
Age: 9 Sweeps
Blood Color: A sort of dark greenish-yellow, lower middle class.
TrollTag: Having razed your computer ages ago, you have no trolltag. However, if you did, it would probably be denunciatedHarbinger. Your words are hallowed with an aura of ancient command, and give way to the occasional OUTBURST OF RAW POWER.
Appearance: Again, pardon my anatomy.
Interests and Hobbies: Your name is TRAMAL SIJZIS and you are RATHER FOND OF INSTIGATING PAIN, INJURY, and the occasional DEATH. You devote your free time to studying writings on troll anatomy, and how to best go about mucking it up with SHARP BLADES and HOT COALS. Sometimes you even work in the field, using FLARPING as an excuse to rip various ENTRAILS from the bellies of your AQUAINTANCES. This is probably why you are so bad at ROMANCE, and have gone through about five KISMESI, eleven AUSPISTICES, and even one MOIRAIL, all of whom are currently resting in fine chunks in the chamber below your hive. It doesn’t bother you that much; quadrant-fillers make damn good SUBJECTS.
When you are not torturing things, you are fighting them so you can torture them later. It is a real pity that, although quite intelligent, you kind of SUCK AT FIGHTING. One day you hope to effectively wield your massive CHAIN SICKLE, but until then you’re stuck with FLAILING IT AROUND AND HURTING YOURSELF. Fortunately for you, you’re used to PAIN, as your DAMN HORNS insist on GROWING THROUGH YOUR SKULL and will one day undoubtedly reach your brain and kill you. When and if this happens, you are determined to take out as many trolls as possible in a FIT OF GLORIOUS INSANITY.
How they will get/got involved in the Rebellion: Tramal was on board the revolution the moment he heard rumor of it. This is partially because Tramal would be on board with every revolution that happens to make its way out of the societal woodwork – he seeks to prove himself in combat, and it doesn’t matter so much to him who he’s actually fighting. He intends to seek out the main rebellion force, eager to work his way through their ranks (in more way than one).
Weapon of Choice: The lethally awkward Kusarigama, chainsicklekind.
Ancestor: Gorralog Arcadios, the Gladiator. A soldier (though not particularly intelligent or good at following orders), he is infamous for singlehandedly decimating approximately 1/26th of Alternia’s military after a misunderstanding over a particularly rough card game of Handslight. After six straight days of nonstop slaughter, Gorralog found no one else in sight to kill and thus satisfied his bloodlust by fighting himself to the death. To put it bluntly, he won. Tramal seeks to succeed where his ancestor failed, and reign using both battle prowess and intelligence... he just needs further combat training and an OPPORTUNITY.
Loyalty: Rebellious, for his own personal gain. longlivetherebellion.jpg

Double-checked to make sure those blood colors were actually on the hemospectrum. Got any questions, criticism, suggestions, fire away!

Name: Yulber Tempet

Gender: Male.

Age: 9 Sweeps

Blood Color: Humble brown.

TrollTag: blowofLightening. Normally he used it to set up hang outs with Masmer. ~his voice shifts from calm wind TOCRAZYLIGHTENINGWHENHEGETSEXCITED!~

Appearance: (pic in the works)

Interests and Hobbies: Your name is YULBER TEMPET. And you are a MAGE. What kind? You have WIND and LIGHTENING magic. As did your ancestors. You NEVER REALLY USE your magic much EXCEPT for little TRICKS every now and then to SHOW OFF and FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF. You keep tricks ON THE DOWNSIDE though. You don’t like A LOT OF ATTENTION... oh gog NOT ATTENTION! ATTENTION MAKES YOU FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE. Your STORM HAWK LUSUS however, wishes YOU WERE A TAD MORE BOLD. You live is WEST SAND VILLAGE, which is like the CULTURAL CENTER OF THE SANDS. So normally your day is spent LISTENING TO MUSIC, READING NEW BOOKS, AND LOOKING AT NEW PIECES OF ART, as well as attending FIREWORK SHOWS and other such things. Rarely, you GO TO SOUTH SAND BAR with your DRUNKARD FRIEND. All in all, you GET EXCITED EASILY, TRY TO STAY POLITE, AND ENJOY ARTISTIC THINGS. You also have a thing for PYROMANCING. However, you NEVER SAW A PYROMANCER in your life.

How they will get/got involved in the Rebellion: Yulber was with Masmer at SOUTH SAND BAR once again. Unfortunately him and Masmer chose to mess around with Dacile and ended up with their heads smashed onto a table. Yulber, now trying to stay out of trouble, listened to everything Dacile had to say. Being mildly tipsy, and not thinking things through, he said he would follow her... “Just.. please, don’t hit me again!”
Of course... Yulber didn’t really join until meeting again in West Sand.


Weapon of Choice: staffkind. The staff of stormwind.

Ancestor: The Artistic. Though a mage, The Artistic was known more for his shows of wind and lightening magic than actually going on adventures. He created pictures and tales in the sky, relaying messages and telling great tales to the trolls of the West Sand Village.

Loyalty: Rebellious. “I am with you, Miss! Long live the rebellion!”

Also.. this is Kresek's appearance

Allow me to direct the members of this RP to this location, in which you can hear a carpy synth piano playing what is apparently really cool music, according to prior input.