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NAME ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ Frossa Fyrste
frossa ↬ frossare ↬ swedish ↬ glutton
fyrste ↬ danish ↬ princess ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌
BLOOD COLOUR ⇝ ⇝ #5417b9 (web safe = #6600cc)
GENDER ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ Female
SYMBOL ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⊃○○○⊂
Of the star sign Andromeda, the princess.
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PERSONALITY ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ Frossa is definitely a difficult troll to get along with. She brings supercilious to a new level,
and is only humbled by the few who have more purple hued blood than her own. Frossa normally doesn't socialize with trolls
that have a significantly lower blood colour than her own; but everyone has their uses. If she views a lowblood as handy
or if they have some sort of purpose with her interest in mind, she'll keep them around. This includes craftsmen, people who
supply her with things, good chefs, and any troll that pledges their eternal allegiance to the princess! Frossa often fantasizes
that she is an actual princess, and would take great pleasure in having 'servants', (friends?), but not many have been eager
to hang around the girl. Frossa can be feisty, although her aggression usually takes form in her smug attitude and backhanded
remarks. Her calm exterior rarely cracks, the facade of her sanity torn down only when it comes to personal relationships and
killing. Frossa can be quite childish and immature at times, especially when it comes to her 'servants' and FLARPing. Frossa loves
FLARPing and very few trolls will play with her; she so covets the ones that actually will. She usually takes on the persona of
a magical girl, but will occasionally switch it out for a princess/queen/some sort of authority figure if the FLARP calls for such.
It's really no surprise Frossa is extremely narcissistic, and enjoys being pampered and owning all of the pretty things. She has
an obsession with pearls, thanks to once seeing an aquatic highblood adorned lavishly in them. Frossa will go to great lengths to
obtain more pearls- they're possibly the one thing she loves more than eating. She's also quite the hoarder, having dozens upon
dozens of collections stashed throughout her house. Her collections are odd and seemingly random, ranging from safety pins
to a roomful of toy cats. Frossa collects these items diligently, although sometimes she can start to collect so much she forgets
what exactly she is collecting. Frossa can be extremely manipulative, especially when she wants something to eat or add to
her collection- so her true intentions are never quite clear. Double this with the occasional onslaught of psychosis, and you
have one little messed up troll you don't want to cross. Frossa can sometimes be paranoid, and no one knows where exactly
in the maze of her hive she sleeps. Perhaps Frossa's biggest social drawback, despite her charming personality, is her
cannibalism. Frossa genuinely likes troll meat, and claims that it's normal that she partakes in wriggler stew every now and
then. Survival of the fittest, she claims, and considering the youngster also believes that the lower blood castes are worthless
wastes of space anyways it's no surprise she partook in troll meat to begin with. Frossa enjoys the thrill of the chase and
trapping prey for her and her lusus, but most of the time a troll has more use to the girl than simply a meal. Most of the time.
Overall, Frossa is extremely batshit and one should proceed with caution!
STRENGTHS ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝
♔ politexxx ;; Despite her overall immaturity and arrogance, Frossa knows to mind her manners. With her infamous silver
tongue, the young troll has a way with words that surpass her solar sweeps. She brings sugar coating things to a new level,
practically inventing backhanded compliments. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish the true meaning of the young highblood's
remarks because of it, but best be sure they'll be ever so proper.
♔ bubblyxx ;; Frossa doesn't particularly enjoy being mad or upset. She thinks it's a waste of time; although she's been
known to easily get worked up over her personal relationships. Despite that small exception, the young troll is usually quite
animated and in high spirits, ever bouncing with energy.
♔ cleverxxx ;; Frossa is of medium-high intelligence, but her wit is razor sharp. She's able to steer conversations well,
and is generally good with the use of her words- all in all she's a smart a**, and can get away with it. She also has a knack
for engineering, but not the actual building itself. Said skill was essential to Frossa's survival. Without being able to engineer
easy to build traps in order to catch her prey, the petite troll couldn't have possibly survived long- let alone become
capable of hunting her own kind.
♔ outgoingx;; You'd think that a psychotic, cannibalistic troll with a superiority complex would have some issues with
social interaction. Not Frossa! To those few she deem worthy of her company, she is nothing but pleasant smiles and
charming conversation. Although if she's being nice to you, unless you're of a higher blood colour... it's most likely
because she wants something from you. Might wanna watch your back then...
FLAWS ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝
♔ greedyxxxxx ;; Frossa is extremely selfish and greedy. That being said, part of what motivates her to hunt and kill other
trolls is to get their stuff. She likes filling the rooms of her vast hive with collections, most of which are composed of 'loot'
from her kills. There isn't anything in particular she wants; she just likes having all the things. When it comes to food, she's a
complete hog and glutton. Don't expect to ever share food with her!
♔ elitistx xx xx ;; Very much so hung up over blood colour, Frossa sees herself as meta-royalty. She has yet to ever actually
meet a sea dwelling troll, and has rarely stumbled across a troll with a blood colour quite as high as hers. She takes great pride
in her bluish-purple blood colour, and has no problem rubbing it into other troll's faces. She rarely treats lower ranking trolls with
any sort of respect, constantly reminding them of their pathetically low blood colour. Frossa sees herself as superior to any troll
lower than her on the hemospectrum, and will accordingly respect any troll that ranks higher than her own indigo. She sees the
troll race as a whole to be nothing but edible, manipulatable meat bags, meant to be taken advantage of and used as see fit by
the highbloods. She often comes off as condescending and patronizing to lower blood castes, making it difficult for many to put
up with the spoiled brat.
♔ opsomaniac ;; Frossa brings gluttony to a new level. All of the edible things will be in her mouth at all times, unless they're
specifically being saved to be put in her mouth at a later date. Emphasis on the 'all'. It doesn't particularly matter how alive that
thing may be, for it can be motionless and ready to serve easily enough. If it can be digested, it will be in her belly. Frossa has
been known to make herself sick thanks to her opsomania, but will unlikely change anything about her eating habits regardless
of how much pain or discomfort she has to put up with because of it. Frossa occasionally snacks on things that may not necessarily
be intended for troll digestion; but usually steers clear of eating things that weren't actually meant to be eaten. Her opsomania
often dominates most of her other personality traits, as her mind is usually focused on the next delicious thing, how to get it,
and when it will be in her mouth. It is perhaps her biggest weakness, in every sense of the word- she doesn't exactly put too
much thought about what goes into her body, and can easily be manipulated using delicious things. Frossa is especially ravenous
and illogical when hungry- although she rarely lets herself become that famished. It is highly recommended you don't attempt to
stop Frossa from eating for any reason- otherwise, you're most likely to become her side dish.
♔ sadisticxx x ;; It's really not that surprising that anything that hunts and kills its own kind must be a little bit sadistic. Frossa
genuinely enjoys inflicting pain on others, perhaps a little too much for someone so young. One couldn't expect to be in any of her
quadrants without being smacked around a little; especially a matesprit, (which could borderline on torture...). Although she's
generally a merciful killer, Frossa has been known to toy with individuals that she had some sort of personal grudge against.
WEAPON ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ A flail on a long, retractable chain. Frossa's weapon may gain more balls and chains on it as she grows.
APPEARANCE ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ outfit brainstorm ⇝ pocky art ⇝ concept sketch
Hopefully my collage makes sense. I like Ami's designs so I only want to help inspire what Frossa would wear! I spent way
too much time on that collage trying to figure out small details, haha... even down to her troll horn charm bracelet. So that
isn't just thrown together... ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ) Frossa has medium-long, curly black hair with straight bangs. Her drillhair is split down the back
of her head, and pulled in front of her shoulders. Light indigo freckles scatter across her nose, reaching towards the dark rings
around her heavily eyelashed eyes. Frossa has four horns; two larger, lower curled horns with a smaller set of little bumps slightly
above them. Frossa believes four horns is far superior to just two; and would probably take a shining to any other troll with
more than the per usual. She's rather childish in build, and will most likely remain flat chested, and develop a size complex.
Frossa has a favorite piece among her impressive jewelry collection that is primarily composed of pearls; a cute little bracelet
that she custom commissions charms for, each made out of a horn from one of her troll kills.
HOME ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ A very young Frossa lived in a small catacomb of caves on the beach. She learned to navigate the
complicated paths in the dark, and spent most of her early years alone. This may have been due to her lusus' parenting style,
or maybe just because the guardian didn't want to leave it's brooding cavern so soon. Laziness, even? Either way, Frossa now
resides in Four Fronds, living comfortably in one of the less populated areas. Her hive is partially carved out of a cliffside,
over looking the lake below. It's rumored she killed the previous tenant for it, after taking a shine to the location. The
castle itself is impressive in size, although most of the castle's interior is a catacomb of storage rooms. Rows upon rows of
them, with doors seemingly scattered at random down uneven hallways. Frossa's home is surreal as most rooms are empty,
waiting to be filled with 'collections' or are full of seemingly random objects. A room full of left shoes, a room full of tennis
rackets, one of broken monitors... Frossa insists that these are all her things and are very important. For the sake of her
lusus and any possible vistors, only the rooms deemed 'out of the way' are filled with her junk. The front-central area of
castle with the largest rooms are what Frossa actually uses for daily life- everywhere else is used to store her collections.
That is, with the exception of the hidden room housing her recuperacoon.
LUSUS ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ ⇝ Frossa's gargantuan lusus is a hippopotamus with a rather impressive pair of antlers. He's roughly
tank sized, but Frossa has become accustomed to scurrying up hippodad's back for a ride. Despite his lazy and friendly
appearance, hippodad is extremely aggressive. His violent nature is probably one of the main causes for Frossa's charming
personality- something about being drilled constantly to have perfect manners while being taught to hunt and kill your own
kind sends mixed signals. As Frossa grows up he'll become more lazy and complacent, but while she's young he is a strict
and demanding parent. He only has the best of intentions for Frossa, and believes he is giving her the skill set needed in
order to survive. That may mean turning her into a sadistic, cannibalistic little s**t- but she'll survive just fine! He usually sits
back and lets Frossa do all the work, whatever it may be, but will step in if need be. 'Life experience' and such, but Frossa
is convinced he's just slacking. Extremely protective of his troll daughter, hippodad has been known to flip s**t if anything
tries to harm her, (that he feels could accomplish so anyways), or intrude on their hive. Hippodad chills around and in the lake
in the front of Frossa's castle, retreating to his damp bedroom of stone and moss only to sleep. Once Frossa is fully capable
of obtaining food for both her and her lusus by herself, hippodad will most likely just sit on his fat butt and do nothing all day
back home, calling it even.
