Post by pol on Jul 8, 2012 4:32:48 GMT -6
[style=font-size:45px; font-family: wire one; letter-spacing: -1; color: B9FC6F; border-bottom: 1px white dotted; width: 500px;]KRACOW TATCHS, waxingProlix[/style]
[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=cellspacing,10,bTable][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,110][atrb=width,500,bTable][style=height:100px;background-color:B9FC6F;width:100px;padding:5px; text-align:center;] [/style] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=bgcolor,252525][atrb=style,padding:8px; color:dedede;] BARD OF DOOM AGE 7sweeps GENDER Male SEXUALITY Trollsexual, whatever that means TEAM Red DREAMER Prospit STRIFEKIND Cleated Bootkind, secondarily Will-Actually-Bite-You-With-These-Huge-Teeth-Kind LAND OF Stillness and Waste DENIZEN Jormungandr |
| [atrb=width,500,bTable][atrb=style,margin-top:-8px,btable][atrb=cellspacing,10,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=bgcolor,252525][atrb=width,350][atrb=style,padding:10px; color:dedede;][style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]backstory[/style] ❧ The defining circumstance of Kracow’s life has always been his rancid blood. In hindsight, he can question how he’s still alive—he should have died as a grub. From what he can tell, something had gone amiss and his errant ratdad found itself looking after this genetic mishap, and from there, they’d settled in some sparsely populated areas until Kracow was old enough to realize his blood meant isolation was the best route. And trolls aren’t communal anyway, or so they told him. Most trolls lead sedentary lives in their youth, too, but Kracow and his lusus moved around quite often until he was about four sweeps old, at which point they were finally able to find the nearly ideal location of… a swamp. Said swamp was just on the cusp of dangerous territory, but the real rough-and-tumble trolls generally took care of any threats before they could infringe on Kracow’s quaint little mucky bubble. And Kracow could take food from the surrounding wilderness, and take passages back to more civilized areas in the scarce occasions that he needed more food, or something else. It was just that densely populated areas—hell, any populated areas—posed immediate dangers to the young troll. But in his newfound relative safety, with a feeling of imperviousness, he was able to foster a few interests to keep himself busy. You know, other than avoiding other trolls and patrolling drones and undead and wild beasts and trying to stay alive. It was always better for him to not think. When he thought, his mind inevitably wandered towards why’s and what’s and he waxed unpleasantly philosophical about his existence and the meaning of life and the curse of his blood and sometimes, even the curse of the social order altogether. And sometimes he questioned Alternian values. He trained that out of himself at a young age for the most part, with distractions galore. Kracow isn’t a scholar by any means, but he did spend a fair chunk of time reading things online—lowbloods aren’t typically allowed any literary luxuries, and that goes for anonbloods, too—but he read a lot, and learned to cherish words, and use them to his advantage. He slowly came into contact with the trolls he came to know as acquaintances and friends over the internet, though he was cautious and secretive. When the topic of his blood came up, he always responded with facetious wit, or the kind of Socratic questions that might turn the topic around, and while his faintly defensive attitude might have gotten some attention, there was nothing anyone could really do to pry it out of him. Though he’s idle, lazy and impassive about most things, Kracow likes to lead conversations, it’s soothingly distracting, and it puts him in a place of comfort to be talking. His excessive verbosity and self-centered, rambling conversations which never actually go anywhere probably irked some of the other trolls for sure. He does have a score of irksome quirks, but most trolls do. Most strangely, in his opinion, is his strange toleration of physical pain. Er, not toleration. It’s more like a warm welcoming of physical pain—the feelings are not pleasurable too him, exactly, but they are distracting, distracting from his thoughts and from his questionable softness, and so he would be the type of person to awkwardly shout about something “hurting so good.” It was always such a shame to him that the necessity of keeping his blood color a dire secret conflicted with his desire to have his troublesome thought processes literally beaten out of him. Kracow doesn’t believe he has an ancestor; though he doesn’t loathe himself for it, he does consider himself a freak of nature and a mishap of fate, and thinks anyone else would think that or worse about him. However, his ancestor was actually a man called the Anointed, possibly another mishap of fate, who came in some sweeps after the death of the Signless and just tried to live his life gathering expanses of knowledge in peace. But peace is hardly an option on Alternia, anyway, and the sight of the Anointed’s blood made a few trolls perceive him as a redux of the Signless. He became a shortlived and unwitting cult figure, and was executed by a merciless blue blood. Analysis of the Anointed’s blood would then confirm that the hue was off; he didn’t match up with the Signless after all. [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]home[/style] ❧ Kracow’s hive is a wreck with holes in the walls. It is perpetually in half-repairs, with more to come, since it keeps falling. It’s tiny, too. One floor. One respiteblock slash living room. One nutritionblock. No ablutionblock; the kid has roughed it for most of his life. No load gapers to haphazardly toss around either! But there’s a river running by a ways away from his cozy swamp, so that doesn’t pose a huge problem. Though Kracow is fine with repairs, he lacks the capacity for sound architectural design. Which would, theoretically, pose a problem for his poor client player. [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]typing style[/style] ❧ WP: Kracow types eloquently and in lower case, with perfect syntax and punctuation, except when he wants to make a point. He usually types things out in continuous chunks before sending. He’s very careful about it. More over, he’s bombastic and turgid, as if he’s pullin words straight from a goddamn thesaurus. His words would be a tedious read, normally, if not for his snarky attitude and his well-put but crass metaphors. He enjoys askin hypothetical questions, too, but doesn’t always let the other respond. He commonly shortens a few words—he cuts the g on some ing words, and shortens suppose to s’pose, among others. WP: But then there are times when he is upset, or he gets thoughtful and philosophical, or he badly needs some form of DISTRACTION. When he’s like THAT, he likes to dramatically capitalize emphasized words towards the end, or space out his letters to catch whoever-dumbfuck’s insipid A T T E N T I O N S. WP: And then, once in a while, if sufficiently provoked and a point is required. He just WP: gets a little WP: choppy WP: and WP: if frustrated or in need of mollification WP: he just kinda WP: SLKDAS:KLDHALSDHKA:JEKWQBKJBSDKJSABDKJLA [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]symbol[/style] ❧  [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]fetch modus[/style] ❧ Kracow thinks his is super cool. It’s the thesaurus modus, so he just has to give another word or phrase for an item to retrieve it. He uses it rather like a show off, too, but he thinks it challenges his cleverness, and gives him something to talk to. For instance, a captchalogued laptop would be retrieved with a word like portable computer. Some things are more difficult, especially if he doesn’t actually know what they are, and has to sit around describing the random object in various ways before it opens. [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]powers & skills[/style] ❧ - He fights with his feet for the most part, and pretty sloppily, too. Despite that, he’s a powerhouse, well-built and fit. He’s just so lazy, he can’t be bothered to develop very effective styles of fighting, so he can’t really evade attacks. For the most part, at least he can take and deal damage. - A mastery-in-the-works over words. He is an efficient conversational manipulator or motivator this way. But mostly he rambles a lot. He cares what people think of him, but can shirk that off in favor of blathering like a fool. - He can build things manually or tinker with hardware if it comes down to it, but he’d prefer not to. He’s not a hands-on type of guy. [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]medium[/style] ❧ The Land of Stillness and Waste unsettles him immensely. The planet is dreary and filled with freaky iridescent smog. The ground seems to glow, but it’s not visible because of these mounds and piles of waste—garbage, discarded parts, metal. The glowing ground lights up pathways, but sometimes it’s necessary to climb up the garbage mountains. Kracow is a slob and lived a life of filth for most of his life, but the waste takes the dirtiness to a whole new level. Besides that, it’s so full of useless, misshapen things, which he thought described him to a t. And most unsettling of all, he had the time to contemplate all of this in dead silence. No distractions. Because of that, for the duration of his stay, he was constantly messaging his friends, which probably became aggravating quick. His denizen was a colossal and terrifying serpent who rested at the bottom of a murky sea, and the consorts were scavenging birds who were not often seen. When they did appear, they were frightened and spoke in barely audible whispers, atop garbage mountains. [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px white;]sidequest[/style] ❧ By defeating enemies, solving puzzles and enlisting the help of his evasive consorts, Kracow must clear the waste from certain places on the planet in a strategic series that lights up the path to the sea, at which point, it’s made clear that Kracow has to make the entire filthy ocean clean again. A clean ocean results in the resurfacing of Jormungandr, who must be defeated or lulled peacefully back to the sea before it encircles the entire planet. | [atrb=width,150][atrb=valign,top][atrb=bgcolor,B9FC6F][atrb=style,color:252525; padding: 8px;][style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px #252525;]positive[/style] ❧ considerate of his surroundings and circumstances ❧ realistic & intelligent & resourceful ❧ cautious & patient ❧ strong & hard-working when his mind’s set ❧ for the most part, focused on the task at hand ❧ gifted with manipulation, motivation & overall wordiness ❧ an amusing sense of humor; he doesn’t take things too seriously to avoid having to think about ramifications and specifics ❧ a healthy curiosity in everything ❧ works best under pressure ❧ he secretly cannot stand carnage but has learned to suppress that [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px #252525;]negative[/style] ❧ emotionally distant & not a very good listener or consoler ❧ difficult to talk to, for his unending streams of words, his self-centeredness, his hatred of opening up-- he has difficulty putting his bad feelings into words ❧ his strange desire for pain as a distraction from what he considers the disturbed workings of his head ❧ his inability to face things; he has difficulty confronting his own issues and thoughts seriously, and can only passive-aggressively snark at people he doesn’t like or provoke casually angry physical fights ❧ he tends to shirk off responsibility ❧ his nonchalance and feinted indifference ❧ a slob ❧ can be manic & demanding ❧ lazy and unwilling to go the extra mile for things; he gets the bare minimum done [style=font-size:14px; letter-spacing: 3px; border-bottom: dotted 1px #252525;]interests[/style] ❧ words, language [/style]❧ conspiracy theories. He eats that shit up and likes to find them himself. ❧ distraction & pain ❧ one-sided discussions ❧ interesting people ❧ strong people ❧ finding new and improved ways to stay alive with the least trouble |
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