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(((-H-Hello T-There, L-Ladies. H-How Are Y-You T-Tonight….?-)))
Amaya: Hello there little one~
Scarpetta: We are doing fine this fine December night, and you?
(((-Oh, I’m F-Fine. It’s P-Pretty F-Fucking C-Cold H-Here, As Usual, B-But, It’s N-Not S-So B-Bad T-Tonight.-)))
(((-M-My N-Name’s Alfius C-Calder. N-Nice T-To M-Meet Y-You, G-Girls.-)))
drugdealersandclockmakers started following you
(((-H-Hello T-There, L-Ladies. H-How Are Y-You T-Tonight….?-)))
(((-I’m S-Sorry, B-But W-What?-)))
==> Okay, be the stupid mouth-chattery troll
(((-T-That’s N-Not V-Very N-Nice..!-)))
==> FINE. Be that cerulean blood that harvests ice and shit.
(((-M-Much B-Better.-)))
Your name is ALFIUS CALDER, and you are 9 SWEEPS OLD.
You are a master of MAKING FURNITURE OUT OF STACKED BLOCKS OF FROZEN HYDROOXYGENATED MATERIAL. It’s really and truly the ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO DO THAT IS PRODUCTIVE, well, besides SCRAPING OFF PIECES OF RARE WHITE SUBSTANCE INTO PLEASING THINGS FOR THE ROYALTIES AND SENDING THEM TO THEM. But you don’t really like to do that unless you’re CALLED ON TO DO IT.In order to do these things, though, you keep your trusty PICKAXEKIND strifesecibus on hand.
You also have your STACK MODUS but it gets fucking annoying sometimes. ALL THIS CHATTERING MAKES IT HARD TO TAKE SHIT OUT WITHOUT IT FALLING EVERYWHERE.
Your lusus is A BIG LUMBERING BALL OF FUR. And he’s ALWAYS GRUMPY unless he’s gotten you to go out and find a small stockpile of GILLBEASTS for him to eat.
You are something of a LONER, which is sort of the ONLY THING IT FEELS LIKE YOU CAN BE since NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO LIVE HERE. But it would baffle you as to why anyone else would even want to live here unless they, like you, HAD TO DO IT. It’s TOO COLD and there are large white TREES that are OBVIOUSLY NOT MADE OF WOOD everywhere. Your hive is situated in a small CLEARING amidst a FOREST of these ‘trees’. Speaking of Hives…==> Examine your living quarters
There really is NOTHING YOU CAN SEE that is interesting about the place. Besides your RECUPERACOON, the surroundings is made of ICE or THAT WHITE TREE MATERIAL. Mainly the TREES, because you wouldn’t DARE SIT ON SOMETHING THAT FUCKING COLD. You can stand it being as cold as it is now, but sitting on something colder? FUCK THAT.
Though for someone who looked at the decorations in your room, they could easily tell that you LIKE STARING AT THE SKY A LOT. There are pictures of ASTROLOGICAL CHARTS all over your room, and even pictures of CLOUD FORMATIONS that you TOOK YOURSELF. A lot of trolls wonder why you have such a BORING HOBBY, but besides WORKING FOR THE HIGHBLOODS, you really HAVE NOTHING MUCH BETTER TO DO. But why would any troll care? You HAVEN’T FILLED ANY OF YOUR QUADRANTS YET, ANYWAY.
Your trolltag is frigidHarvester and (((-Y-You T-Try T-To S-Speak C-Carefully, B-But T-The C-Cold M-Makes It P-Pretty F-Fucking H-Hard T-To D-Do-)))
TL;DR INFO
Age: 9 Sweeps Old
Title: Sage of Mind
Land: Land of Ice and Ivory - LoIaI
Denizens: Khione
Lusus: Polar Bear
Consorts: Flushed Fish
Weaponkind: Pickaxekind
Modus: Stack
Quirks: Capitalizes first letter of everything. Doubles Capitalized Consonants, for example “D-Did Y-You P-Pick Up T-The T-Trash..?” and adds (((- before and -))) after his speech.
