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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 8:17 pm
Hello Everyone seems like this guild had recently become inactive ...Which I hate to the very core. I love this guild and the people who are active in it I have seen alot of roleplay in different guilds but never really seen a normal one for the fan trolls many people have created. I will do as much of creativity I can Let out to create a normal plot not a big one unless people like that. This is your lowblood heading out .... Edit:Remember If you going to start talking to each other please quote them them then type remember to remove the Quote Tree Dont know how too? here is a picture how too InstructionsMessage me if you need more help or better understanding
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 8:24 pm
You are in the lab where all of your troll companions meet up for the usual hang out. A few piles around the lab, some of your friends chatting to one another, and some just yelling at each other. You walk to your usual spot you scan the room seeing everyone one more time seems like no one is paying attention to you. You turn back to your computer and start typing what ever what was on your mind. You decide to do something more fun and time consuming
What will you do next? ==>
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 8:34 pm
Your name is Dark Vandix you are a Rust blood troll but a different type of shade a lighter then a normal rust blood. You are very easily to be angered with but you can deal with it and calm yourself down well most of the time
he hates to admit he wants to protect everyone. He might yell acting like he dosent care but all he wants to do it keep everyone safe and happy Unlike other he can manipulate the shadows..... Enough talking to yourself
What will yo do now? - - - - - - - - - - - - You sit on your chair while facing the computer you type and type the day away getting bored you get up deciding who to talk to DV: Ugh, Who should I talk to today? While waiting for someone to come up to talk to you or waiting for yourself to get up and go towards a random troll to bicker with ==>
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:45 pm
Your name is Rolyat Neirbo, and you are a royal purple-blooded seatroll. You are pretty relaxed and reserved, but inquisitive and tend to ask everyone questions on what it is like to be one of their blood color. You very rarely lose your cool, and when you do get irritated, it's probably because some highblooded brat(barely anyone is higher than you, with only the rare Tyrian purple above you, so you don't really consider anyone else a highblood) got cocky with their position and used it to try to bully some lowblood. You love putting trolls like that in their place. Enough about you, let's see what everyone else is up to!
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The black eyes that signify a young, adolescent troll sweep the room and take in the people occupying it. The troll they belong to, a seatroll, examines her acquaintances--she wasn't sure if they'd like to be referred to as her friends, even in her thoughts-- curiously. They all seemed to be doing their own things, except for Dark, who looked rather bored. Hrm, maybe it'd be interesting to ask him about his blood color and things it entails. She hadn't really noticed if he had any special powers along with it, like rustbloods commonly have. She was content to simply watch him, waiting for him to notice her looking and bring up conversation himself. He was the type to do that, she guessed from previous interactions, though they were few and far between.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:08 pm
You casually walk over to Rolyat greeting her as a Highblood should be addressed. You look at Rolyat and gave her a simple good afternoon and ask how was her day - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dv: Hey there, Rolyat Dv: I was bored so i decided to come over and see if i can chat with you for a bitDv: If it dosent mind you, Highblood
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:49 am
==> Be the seadweller
Your name is MUIRA TOBURI and you are a ROYAL PURPLE-BLOODED SEADWELLER.
You have a tendancy to talk FAST and don't know how to SHUT YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU SHOULD. You find yourself to be quite SASSY and SARCASTIC at times, bad habits picked up from your BELOVED MOIRAIL. {That was sarcastic, by the way.}
You like to be addressed as the HIGHBLOOD that you are, and you're often more STRAIGHTFORWARD than one should be. You have a tendency to absentmindedly NARRATE YOUR THOUGHTS ON OTHERS, which is often passed off as rudeness and gets you in trouble all the damn time.
You're a CLEVER little troll, despite how SLOW you can be on picking up on things at times.
So, what will you do?
~ * ~
==> Muira: Bother your Moirail
"Hi there~!"
Her moirail's impatient green gaze lifted up to her, brows furrowed as he looked up in her direction. Muira's face just barely peeked over the top of his computer, her purple eyes practically glittering. The troll let his gaze fall back to his computer screen with a sigh.
"What?"
"I'm bored." Muira pushed herself practically on top of the computer and crossed her arms, using it as more of a body rest than anything now.
He stifled a sigh and sent what he had been typing. "Find someone to talk to, then? Why the hell bother me?"
Muira frowned in response. "That's why I'm here, stupid. To talk to my moirail, even though he's kind of a douchenozzle all the time." she mused, blinking innocently at the cold stare she received in response to that comment.
"Gog, you are LUCKY you're my moirail." the ill-tempered troll growled through sharp, gritted teeth and rested his forehead against the back of one hand.
Muira simply giggled in confusion.
~ x ~
==> Be the irritated douchenozzle with the green text
Your name is MARNAQU CEVRAS and you are a GREEN-BLOODED LANDDWELLER. Gog damn do you hate JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING, or at least you ACT LIKE YOU DO. You don't know why, you guess you think it's cool or something. You like just about anything that can FLY because that's just damn awesome. You tend to YELL and CURSE a lot, and you certainly are NOT THE FRIENDLIEST of trolls.
You have an INFAMOUS BAD TEMPER and the only troll that hasn't seen the BRUNT of your many VERBAL ATTACKS would be your DENSE MOIRAIL. You're usually VERY LOUD and your moirail has complained about your yelling at her more than once even though you're actually NOT YELLING AT ALL, YOUR VOICE JUST CARRIES.
You also tend to DEMEAN others. SOMETIMES you can be nice, but NOT VERY OFTEN.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:40 am
As you expected and right on cue, Dark catches your stare and makes his way right on over. You observantly notice out of the corner of your eye your fellow seatroll talking with her fairly rude moirail. Hopefully the exposure to her will cool him down a notch, but that's not likely, despite how much he pales her. You simply do not know how she stands him, but the fact that her head is an impentetrable fortress of density probably shields her. You make a mental note to ask her about it later as you return full attention to Dark.------------- Thanks to her amazing multi-tasking skills, Rolyat has been able to keep attention on Dark and the pale ship over to the side. Though she appreciated it, she didn't really care to be called by her station, and she waved away the referral idly with her hand. "Rolyat is just fine, Dark, and I don't mind at all. I had actually been meaning to talk with you about something. Take a seat, will you?" She gestured politely to the open seat next to her, leaning back in her own as she seemed to subtly analyze every move Dark made with her bright onyx eyes. "I've been curious, and I simply must ask you about your blood color."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:39 am
Your name is Kimsel Tatoua, and you're a teal-blooded landweller. You often space out and tend to start new projects before finishing your old ones. It takes you a long time to trust people, and
you keep up a facade of nonchalance and sometimes sadness to keep people away for your protection.
To aid in this you've developed a terrible cursing habit, although most times you never mean to hurt others with your words. To your closest mates you're quite affectionate and caring. You tend to stay quiet, usually admiring your quirky and vast collection of random stuff.
After some time spent sorting through your pile of half-finished drawings, you look up and
notice that quite a few people have entered the lab. They seem to be occupied amongst each other,
so you take a seat and fiddle with your hair, twisting it into a braid until someone would approach you.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:01 am
You also noticed the two trolls arguing in the background, To you they seem like they are in a Black Romance but they say they are morials you think to yourself, "How I do love Kismeses hehehe" enough thinking to yourself you look back to Roylat - - - - - - - - - - - Dv: Oh, My blood color, its nothing special just a light shade of a rust blood Dv: hehehe Dv: Tell me, How is it to be a blood color of rare status?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:05 am
Dark noticed the teal-blooded troll she seems like she wants to talk. He waves his hand to her to signal to come over and talk with Me and Roylat - - - - - - - - - - Dv:psstDv:PsstDv:PSSTDv: Over here~!
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:15 am
Noticing the two morials arguing (seems like a Kismeses too you) you look at them thinking to yourself, "Man...Always arguing can they sit and talk about there feelings once in awhile" You take your time too see if one of them notices you but didnt take long for you to look away - - - - - - - - Dv: Always arguing sigh
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:18 am
Kt: Oh?
Kimsel looks up from her absentminded hair twirling and walks over to Dark and the royal blood.
After greeting the both politely, she fidgets with the end of her shirt and thinks of something to say.
They seem nice enough, maybe I should lay off the swearing in the highblood's presence.
Kt: Er...what's up?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:26 am
Dark waits for her to walk over as he waits he gets a chair so she can sit - - - - - - - - - - Dv: Hey Kimsel, Just chating with the Highblood here Dv: What up with you?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:37 am
Kt: Oh, thank you!
Kimsel sits cross-legged in the chair contently.
Kt: I'm doing just fine. Just another day, I guess.
Kt: How are you?
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:39 am
Rolyat raised an eyebrow at his vague answer and attempt to direct her attention to her own blood color, and her interest was piqued. What was he trying to hide, if anything? She held her tongue as she noticed him looking around every which way, and pipe up occasionally. He had the attention span of a goldfish, didn't he? It was pretty funny, so she went along with it and offered the teal blood who joined them a small smile. She seemed pretty timid right now, and was her fidgeting a nervous habit? "Hello Kimsel, I trust you are doing well? Dark and I were just talking about blood color, you should give us your point of view." Rolyat turned her attention back over to Dark, and she smiled inwardly. He wasn't going to escape answering her. "It's a privilege to be one of a royal blood color. As a rustblood, do you have psionics that allow you to speak to the dead, control animals, or levitate things? I'm not entirely sure on all the gifts psionics give lowbloods."
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