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Name: Sarrac Irafel
Gender: Male
Age (Sweeps): 7 (about 16)
Blood Color: Orange (FF4000)
Lusus: A gigantic, semi-mobile plant resembling a cross between a carnivorous orchid and a pirhana plant. There's not much affection in their relationship, it's more of a very successful symbiosis than a true guardianship. Sarrac's "Plantmom" occupies the space below his hive and quite a bit of the surrounding area, and keeps predators and unwanted guests well away from it. Serrac tends her and keeps her healthy, fertilizing, pruning, and keeping her supplied with fresh meat when there isn't enough local prey.
Hive: His hive is located in a mangrove swamp similar to the Everglades on earth. His hive is composed of several trees, grown together using his plant-control powers into a huge hollow living space Well above the watery surface. The trees form a tall gazebo-like structure that houses his lusus, and he lives in the merged trunks above her. The inside is plastered with posters of Alternian royalty and famous war metal stars.
The area around his hive is filled with bizarre wooden structures and catwalks. The former are trees he's sculpted into hollow wind instruments that catch the breeze and sound like various woodwind instruments. The latter allow Sarrac to travel for miles without ever having to descend to the water. Good thing, too, because said water is crawling, sometimes literally, with poisonous reptiles and insects, most of them large and carnivorous.
Trollian Handle: melodicTopiarist
Typing Quirk: He types in ALL CAPS and likes to ///CHOP UP/// his sentences for ///EMPHASIS/// He also uses the letter "X" at every possible opportunity, preceeding it with a dash to make it look more like an axe ("-X").
GOT THE ///GAME///, BRO! ///THAN-X!/// CAN'T ///WAIT/// TIL WE GET -XTARTED!
Sign: Ceres
Physical Description: Serrac is taller than average for a troll, with a lean, wiry build. His horns sweep back in an s-curve, dividing into branches like the antlers of a young white-tailed deer. He keeps his hair in dreadlocks that reach past his shoulders, occasionally tied back out of his face but usually left loose. His skin is the gray typical of most trolls, though his arms and back show the scars of his less-successful attempts at hunting down food for his lusus. His face is long and angular, with high cheekbones and a nose just a bit too large for his face, and his orange blood color is beginning to creep into his eyes, though they're still mostly yellow. His ears are oversized as well and stick out through his hair. His teeth are sharp like most trolls, and his canines are slightly longer than the rest.
He favors the typical black t-shirt adorned with his symbol, and otherwise dresses in sturdy, outdoor wear: tough black jeans, a flannel orange plaid long sleeved shirt over his tee, and thick, steel-toed boots.When venturing out of his hive he keeps his axe with him--a double-bladed, ugly thing that bears the marks of years of use and careful maintenance. His other favored instrument--literally--is his STRUMAHAWK, a musical instrument similar to Earth's electric guitar, with a sharpened bottom edge to give it the ability to be used as a weapon.
Personality: For someone who has very little contact with the outside world, Sarrac is ridiculously friendly. He tries to make up for his physical isolation by reaching out online as much as he can. Unfortunately, this tends to result in overreacting whenever someone pays the slightest attention to him. He's easily convinced that he's found his one true love, or one true hate, or the perfect match for any and every other quadrant. Worse, it often leads to cyber-stalking, followed by days of sulking when he inevitably gets the "let's just be indifferent to each other" speech. But there's always someone new out there, and before long the cycle starts all over again.
Those who do stick around through his mood swings find him fanatically and violently loyal, if a bit too eager for approval. He's generous to his potential quadrant-mates to a fault, and will forgive nearly anything if it means he still gets to hang out with the person who wronged him. This can lead him to getting manipulated by more savvy members of his circle. When he's not hiding behind a screen, he comes off as awkward and nervous, excitedly stammering and fidgeting when engaged in conversation.
Interests:
You have a strong interest in WOOD SCULPTURE and TOPIARIES, and you use your WOOD-SHAPING abilities to create bizarre MUSICAL SCULPTURES out of the trees and plants surrounding your hive. You use these wooden instruments in the practice of ALTERNIAN WAR MUSIC, where they back up your KICKIN' RAD STRUMAHAWK SOLOS
You have a strong interest in HUNTING, and hope to someday serve HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION in the elite ranks of Her AXETERMINATORS, to hunt all threats to Her rule. This is because you are a TOTAL FANBOY, and fascinated with ALTERNIAN ROYALTY IN GENERAL. Because of your shamefully low blood, you also study the ancient Alternian pseudoscience of BLOOD ALCHEMY, even though you know it's BULLSHIT. Still, you hope that someday you'll finally discover the PHILOSOPHER'S PRISM, the legendary crystal that can TRANSFORM THE COLOR OF TROLL BLOOD.
In the meantime, you hone your skills by hunting the SCALE-BEASTS that surround your treehouse-hive, and use their corpses to feed and fertilize your ENORMOUS PLANT LUSUS.
Your trolltag is melodicTopiarist and you speak in A-XITED, ///CHOPPY/// -XENTENCES.
History: Sarrac almost didn't make it through his trials. He was the runt of the proverbial litter, and was a favored target for ambitious post-wigglers thanks to his apparent frailty. He learned to adapt fast, and learned the arts of attacking from ambush and eliminating threats quickly, preferably before they noticed he was even there. He emerged in a mangrove swamp near where his hive currently rests, and it was there that he was found by his lusus (or perhaps it was the other way around; he's not really sure which). His pursuers were quickly dispatched by the monstrous plant, and their relationship was off to a wonderful start.
The bad news was that he had an extremely isolated life ahead of him. Even his lusus barely acknowledged his presence, except to eat and/or bury the food he gave her. Still, she kept the scale-beasts away from the hive, and he was the only thing she never tried to eat, so perhaps that was the closest she came to affection. His education and interaction came entirely from the internet, and his desperation for any contact with the ouside world led him to gain and abandon hobbies and obsessions more often than most trolls changed socks. A few stuck, particularly his love of music and his obsession with Alternian royalty.
The latter gave him quite the inferiority complex, and made him deeply ashamed of his own rustblooded status. His interest in alchemy began there, and a string of bad deals and self-inflicted near-poisonings finally convinced him that was a dead end. He still holds out hope, however, and still reads anything he can get his hands on about it.
His interests eventually led to gaming and roleplaying, where he was introduced to a group of friends, and heard about a beta for this new game...
Extra: Sarrac has the ability to control the growth of plants. It serves him in combat by letting him entangle his opponents with nearby vines and grasses, but he uses it primarily to shape the trees around his hive. Given enough time, he can twist plants into fantastic shapes (and he has), anywhere from a few minutes to sculpt a small shrub to several hours to reshape a full-sized tree.
Title: Bard of Blood
Reasoning: His talent for music and his fierce loyalty and desire to protect his teammates make him a natural choice for a Bard. His challenge is blood, because he's not used to dealing with flesh and blood creatures except when trying to kill them. Using the power of Blood requires a far subtler touch than what he's used to. The underlings in LOHAP are well-protected, and need to be weakened before his usual method of "drop down from above and drive an axe into its spine" will do any good.
Powers: He has the ability to make temporary physiological changes that can help or hinder the affected being. To help he can do things like pump up his or his friends' adrenaline or harden their skin to increase their effectiveness in battle, or hinder his opponents by blinding them, filling them with fatigue or eroding their physical protection.
picture his abilities as working like a Green Mage from Final Fantasy tactics, inflicting positive or negative status affects. He has no "area effect" spells, so if he wants to buff/debuff an entire side he needs to cast it on one person at a time, which can potentially take a while. The effects are temporary: long enough to last through a "random encounter", but if he's fighting tougher monsters and bosses he'll have to weaken them multiple times as the effects wear off. They also have a chance to "miss" and certain monsters could be immune to certain effects.
Until he gets to higher levels, his debuffs will weaken, not incapacitate. No instant death, no turning to stone, no paralysis. He's also not a healer, aside from perhaps a buff that accelerates the healing process slightly. And it definitely can be exhausted. One idea might be that he has to use his own blood to affect others; use it too much and he could potentially bleed to death. Buffing all 11 of his teammates would be right out, I think, so he'd have to be very strategic in picking his targets.
Strife Specibus: Axekind. He's equally proficient in the instrument and chopping varieties.
Prototyping: Plantmom
Prospit/Derse Dreamer: Prospit
Land: The Land of Hearts and Prey is a vast forest, full of places to hide and places to stalk. The trees are more animal than vegetable, with veiny branches and leaves of thin tissue, and visibly pulse with blood. The forest is a rainbow of colors with trees tinted every shade of the hemospectrum, broken by rocky cliffs and stone outcroppings in bone white and horn orange and yellow.
Two features break up the woods. the first is a clearing circled by 13 gigantic trees, one for each color of the hemospectrum. Growing from each is an enormous heart, its veins, arteries and capillaries forming the upper branches. The hearts beat in unison, pumping blood that feeds the whole forest. The second is the home of Orion, a great, tooth-like mountain towering over even the heart-trees, surrounded by a barren land that is slowly getting larger as Orion expands his hunting grounds.
The land's consorts are mottled brown and orange snakelike creatures that hide from Orion's wrath between the roots and in the hollows of the trees.
Denizen: Orion: A giant, antlered centaur that can track and kill any creature.
Third-Person Writing Sample: From my app to this game.
The important thing, he told himself silently, is not to panic. The rest will fall into place eventually, but panicking will only cause trouble.
That faint, light headed feeling? That wasn't helping. But at least it only took him a moment to discover the cause.
He was hyperventilating.
Hyperventilating, and therefore panicking. Not a good start. Okay. Deep cleansing breath. Calm blue ocean. Calm blue ocean. Calm blu oc—
“Oi! Outta the way berk!”
The rough but feminine voice brought him back to reality abruptly. “Oh! Sorry, ma’am. I was…ju…st…u…h…m…” He trailed off as he turned to the speaker, mid apology, and realized that he was staring at a belt buckle. So he looked up. And up. And up, into eyes that were a good nine feet off the ground. Also, bovine. Along with the rest of her head, whose face was now sporting a rather irritated expression as his wide eyes traveled back down to take in her thrashing tail and the large hooves that pawed the ground impatiently.
A minotaur. He was staring at a minotaur. “Erp,” he squeaked, intelligently.
“Tch.” She tossed her shaggy head in disgust. “Bloody clueless. Worse than razorvine and twice as stupid.” Jeff managed another squeak that might have been a mild protest, but she paid it no mind. Instead she simply grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifted him bodily off the ground and tossed him roughly aside. The landing left him sprawled in the dust and other less pleasant things, and he could only stare as the woman stalked away without bothering to look back.
First-Person Writing Sample: Right here. I play Jeff aka authoroutofspace.
