Name:
==> FIND YOUR NAME
That's not a quest at all! No games, no daring acts...boring! All the same, your name is Nervit Lafute. If you tweaked your name a little bit, you might get Nerve Fault, and the middle of your name spells Vital. But of course that's not anything to do with you. You're hardly a well-read troll and as far as you - and anybody else - know it's the first syllables spoken by pyredad.
Blood colour:
==> CHOOSE YOUR CLASS
You're a short-lived fast-paced never-stay-down orangeblood girl. You're smack-dab in the middle of yellow and red, for all it matters - a lowblood is a lowblood, after all. The caste system to you is a matter of normalcy. Yeah, you don't like it, what lowblood does, but it's how the world works, how the world has always worked, and probably always will.
Gender:
==> SELECT GENDER
Luckily for you your body matches you perfectly. Female, that is. You might have short hair and be scarred up but your thoratic chest sacks are pretty obvious along with your more female figure – that is slender with some pretty nice hips.
Symbol:
==> ASSIGN SYMBOL
The symbol you have been assigned to match your caste status is a flame-like image. It's got a thick outer casing that's slightly decorative, more like a lamp, then an inner flame symbol. It's a pretty visual symbol compared to some of the more abstract ones, but you're okay with that.
Personality:
==> DETERMINE ATTRIBUTES
The first thing people notice about you is your scars - the ones on your skin and the silvery robotic limbs; they tell every troll two things. One; you're a fighter. And two; you don't know when to give up. One robotic limb could be an accident; two means you're either hot-headed or accident prone. You're a bit of both. You leap into most things with nigh on a thought on whether you're actually qualified to do it, and you don't like to give up.
The most accurate description of you would probably be a THRILLSEEKER. You always want the next adventure, the next adrenalin rush. Be it desert-surfing or mountain climbing, sassing a highblood or eating some potentially-poisonous food cooked by the person you're crashing with, you never say no to a challenge. You're spunky and loud and really a terrible example of a lowblood because you never shut up and never stay down and never let anybody tell you what or what not to do.
(your lusus would be so ashamed.)
You don't like lusii. They make you sad. You don't have one, and if anybody asks you never had one! Never! This leads us onto another of your personality points; denial. You refuse to accept things that you don't like. This includes mentions of your past, concilatory gestures and anything that MAKES YOU FEEL. You know that eventually, you'll need a matesprit and a kismesis, but adulthood is so far off, and frankly you don't really give yourself much of a chance of making it. You know that your behaviour is unacceptable. You know that you're a borderline cull case with your metal limbs and messed up thinkpan but you can't stop.
Nobody needs you anyway.
But that's really morbid and paints a picture that isn't quite you. Despite all this...JUNK INSIDE you generally act REALLY PEPPY and OUTGOING and you're always ready to chat with, about or up people! You don't like SERIOUS EMOTIONAL CONVERSATIONS though, but other than that you're ready to chat about anything and to just about anyone.
Strengths:
==> BE STRONG
Adventurous
YOU NEVER SAY NO TO A CHALLENGE. Be it stealing or climbing, free-falling or spelunking. Fighting or sparring, desert-surfing or seeing how far you can get out to sea before a seadweller starts to chase you. You live for adrenalin highs, that moment when your body stars to say : oh ********, and your brain is flying on chemicals. When your bloodpusher is pounding away like it's going to burst and your muscles are trembling and your pupils are dilated and everything boils down to this. one. moment. Well. That's when you truly feel alive.
Accomplished FLARPer
You've reached the top level for your class. You're a decent clouder (though you tend to overlook a few things here and there) as well as a player. You're actually a little well-known in the FLARP world. Your FLARP character that is, not you as a person. This means you are good at COMBAT, but more than that you are good at TACTICS and POSISTIONING. This includes climbing rockfaces and attacking from a distance, as well as hiding underwater breathing through a reed, but not so much long-term planning such as traps or ambushes. You've made a name for yourself in FLARP as the PEERLESS PLEBEIAN. This is intriguing enough without being overly offensive to highbloods. Indeed, the plebeian in the title means you can get away with playing FLARP with almost anyone. Of course this often ends badly for others. You are very, very good.
Social
Despite your dislike for emotions, you have a visceral need for interaction. You're LONELY. You talk to anyone who'll listen. And when you're not on the hunt for an adrenalin high by inciting fights, you're actually a pretty decent listener. You even give pretty decent advice and you have a whole bunch of stories to tell. You generally keep your socialising to the lower blooded castes and the occasional mid-blood, because high-blood socialising usually ends pretty badly for one of you. (usually you.)
Quick Reflexes
FLARP has also heightened already good reflexes into what could almost be called ninjaquatic-level skill. Or could also be called over-active paranoia. If trolls had such a thing. Even when you're hiding in FLARP you struggle to keep still. When you talk to people you tend to runyourwordstogether and talk too much too fast. You never struggle to come up with an answer or pause at awkward moments in a fight because after years of snap-second desicions it comes naturally to you. Your brain is overactive quite alot of the time. Most of the time this is very useful to you, but occasionally it does get you in trouble.
Flaws:
==> BE WEAK
Footloose
And fancy free. You don’t stick around anywhere for longer than a few days. You’re a wanderer, an adventurer, you sleep in half-built shacks that might crumble in the sun, and you NEVER EVER stay long enough to start to care about someone. You're a social butterfly and you can get on with anyone, but you're just that - a butterfly. You dart from place to place, person to person. It's difficult for you to form lasting relationships because you're too afraid that they'll get hurt. Not that you'd ever admit that.
Afraid
And deep down you’re afraid. You love being social but you're afraid to stay long enough to care about someone because you don't want to lose them again. You're afraid of highbloods because they're unpredictable. You're afraid hanging out with lowbloods will increase the chances of you getting culled. You're afraid of getting culled. You're afraid of surviving to adulthood because then you'll be put to work - as a lowblood you don't have any rights. You want to rebel but you're afraid of getting caught - do you know what they do to rebellers? You act like a bigshot but you're afraid of letting people in. You are so, so very afraid of your emotions. You're afraid of the world and you close it all up so nobody can tell.
Reckless
We've already mentioned YOU DON'T SAY NO TO A CHALLENGE. This means however, you often take on too many! You've hurt yourself doing this before - taking on a seven-day fast whilst mountainclimbing led to the loss of your leg and some nasty frostbite scars. You tend to dive into things without considering how they might hurt you, and usually you do end up hurt!
Casteist
You're afraid of everybody. And thanks to a society where fear is a weakness to be eroded, it turns into hate. You hate highbloods. You hate them for having longer lives, for being stronger, healthier. For getting more money and being the cream of the crop. You hate them for being unpredictable, for being dangerous, for being able to have fun. You hate their giant houses. You hate lowbloods. You hate them for being weak, for being easy to control, for the fact they'll dob others in to help themselves. You hate that nobody stands up and says 'this is wrong' and if they do they get culled. You hate that they have to scrape by on nothing. You hate them for surviving and perpetuating more of themselves. In essence no matter what blood shade they are, you distrust them for various reasons.
Weapon:
==> CHOOSE YOUR CLASS
Your FLARP CLASS is a WHIRLING DERVISH. Your weapon fits with this title easily, two razor-sharp almost diamond-shaped blades attached to a length of long chain. You also have two ROBOTIC LIMBS which can get you out of a pinch by virtue of being pretty darn strong.
Appearance:
==> ROLL YOUR STATS
You rolled and you rocked! Yeah!
Home:
==> RETURN TO BASE CAMP
You actually don't really have a basecamp. I mean...you do. You have an apartment in a hivestem in New Hemisect. But the key for it is rusted, and if anybody were to break down the door, they'd find it covered in layers and layers of dust. (They'd also find some brown bloodstains on the floor, and the bones of a giant salamander.) You haven't got back there since you were three sweeps old. You're not the only hiveless lowblood, but you're certainly one of the more hand-to-mouth ones. You tend not to stay in a single place for more than a few nights. You crash with FLARPing buddies or hole up in a cave, and once or twice you've made shelters yourself out of blackout cloth and tent poles.
Lusus:
==> REMEMBER PYREDAD
You'd rather not.
==> DWELL ON HIS LOSS
You'd really rather not, mysterious voice.
==> PRETEND HE'S STILL ALIVE?
If your lusus was alive, your life would be a whole bunch different. Your pyredad was a tiny little lusus - a terrestial salamander, no good for attacking or fighting. He always told you to PICK YOUR FIGHTS and TO KNOW WHEN TO BACK DOWN. If he was still around you'd probably be more of an appropriate lowblood. You'd be like you were when he was alive. Calm and quiet and subservient, always ready to help out a highblood that needed assistance. You were almost destined to be a PERFECT SERVANT. Until, you know. He died. He died being crushed in a highblood’s lusus’ jaws after they’d ordered you around for two weeks. You lost your arm too.
After that THINGS CHANGED.
