Blood colour: ███ Yellow: #AAAD4C
Gender: Male
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Personality: Upryam is somewhat of a loner by nature, yet he craves the (indirect) company of other trolls. Some would call it spying on others, but to him, it's just a way to fill that need.. When confronted Upryam would say that it's because he tries to emulate the others mannerisms and makes it his duty to mock them in the privacy of his own hive. His super secret that even Wingmom doesn't know, is that he wishes to join the ranks of torturers or laughsassins when he grows up. He's a bit squeamish when it comes to blood (mainly his own), but if he works hard at it, he feels like he could overcome that obstacle.
When he's not making a giant fool of himself where only his Wingmom can see, Upryam is tending to his garden in the giant glass greenhive that sits on top if his hive. Pleasant signs have been painstakingly added that request visitors not try to enter his hive through the greenhive, mostly because of the voracious plant matter that dwell in it. Wingmom only eats meat eating plants or plants that have giant thorns on it. Or the occasional lost Troll.
Upryam sees his greenhive as a sort of workout slash game room, the end game is that all the plants have been cared for and enough fodder collected to satisfy Wingmom for another day. If you couldn't tell Upryam is also into Live Action Roleplay of the more moderate variety. One where permanent disfigurement has only a slight chance at happening rather than almost guaranteed. That said his character is named Shadowed Tamril and clawed gloves are his most well known weapon. He would use the other serrated weapons, like daggers, but he feels like that would be cheating. It's not fun to assassinate someone if you aren't up close and personal.
When he's not FLARPing or tending to Wingmom and his garden, Upryam can be found flitting from shadow to shadow in the places where trolls mostly hang out. That is, in places where he doesn't have to travel vast distances to peek at them. Wingmom gets antsy whenever she realizes that he's even thinking about lefting the desert without her.
Usually he'll sit and watch as others interact before tentatively joining in, or attempting to. He usually suffers from 'Foot In Mouth' disease with his blunt honesty and uncaring attitude towards the hemospectrum. Who cares what sort of sludge is in your veins, everyone bleeds when cut and dies when decapitated. The only real difference is those who'd live longer (and thus have the longer memories and grudges to hold onto) or those who have powers. It's the ones with the powers that make him jittery. Who knows what sort of majjiks they'd do to an honest troll.
But even then, they aren't safe from his loving attempts to make them all bleed. It's only his way of saying hello after all.
Strengths:
* Stamina and Flexibility: Run for miles without getting winded? Caress his horns with his toes? He can do that. It comes from being able to duck and dodge fifty different types of plants that all have sorts of defense mechanism that would a cocky troll incapacitated.
* Stealthy: Upryam likes to think he's stealthy. The kid has to sneak by a Lusus that has two heads, one of which never sleeps, as well as to not set off some of the thorn throwing creeper vines that likes to decorate the outside doors to his Hive. He doesn't know that she indulges this fantasy of his and always appears right outside, waiting for him, right when he thinks he's victorious.
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Flaws:
* Stalker: There's nothing more off putting then seeing the fly on the wall. Or in this case, the troll observing you with those ridiculous goggles. Many of the reasons why Upryam is reduced to a bloody mess is because he was caught feeding his need to troll watch.
* Unsympathetic: He just doesn't care about the problems of others. While he will listen to someone going off on a tangent, he won't offer much advice to them, if he offers any at all. Their issues are their own and they need to figure it out themselves.
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Weapon: Serrated claw gloves. Retractable of course.
Appearance:
Home: Desert
Lusus:
Wingmom. Part desert cat, scorpion, tailbeast, and bat. 100% Omnivore with an affection for all things poisonous or prickly.
Growing up with Wingmom was interesting, because at first she took care of him. She taught him how to hunt and in effect forced upon him most of the immunities he now has. Most of the things Wingmom consumed was poisonous or held properties that a young still growing troll shouldn't have in vast quantities. It was rather much like the stories he'd heard, of trolls eating the slime from their recuprecons. He wondered if he was ever that foolish, and probably was. Sometimes he has to take a book to Wingmom to stop her from dunking her head in there and eating it too.
Wingmom's Tailmouth regurgitates a special sort of liquid that is sweet of scent and tastes similar to honey. A small amount of it is enough to give Upryam an energy boost that amounts to a sugar high, complete with fatal nap inducing crash. He saves only a little of this, and uses the rest to fertilize the plants in the Glasshive because this liquid is, technically, Wingmom's excrement.
But other than her hidden agenda of being a dumb wingbeast, Wingmom is very adventurous and the more dangerous something is, the happier she gets. She enjoys prowling around their hive and exploring the dunes and caves that dot the desert, and in effect, dragging Upryam along with her. Upryam learned a lot from her, mostly in the form of 'DO NOT DO if Wingmom likes this'.
Power: None
