Slachr Jyusix
Played by @mothman
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~【G E N E R A L I N F O】~ »
➠Name: Slachr Jyusix
➠Trollhandle: saccharineAftermath
➠Age: 9 sweeps (~19 years)
➠Gender: Male
➠Sexual orientation: Straight, Leaning bisexual.
« ~【T R O L L I N F O】~ » ➠Caste: Rust blood ➠Sign: Ariborn (Sign of the escapee) ➠Typing Quirk: Obsesses over not making spelling errors. Uses "2" in place of to, two and too, and "4" in place of for, four, and fore, as well as enclosing everything he says with forward and backward slashes. If he can make a pun with a word using 4, he will try his very best to. Like 4ifying. (horrifying.) "\ What else am I supposed 2 with that in4mation besides 4get it? /"
➠Lusus: Goliath Mirthworm: An abnormally large and slimy, many legged "Worm" that resembles a sea slug more than anything. Mirthworms of regular size are very slightly psychic, just enough to communicate with one another. Though this particular Mirthworm's abnormal size has expanded its ego to frightening size and power. Extremely predatory, extremely territorial, extremely carnivorous. Slachr refuses to follow in his now deceased lusus's footsteps. He can eat all the vegetables he wants. ➠Original Planet: Alternia ➠Classpect: Knight of Rage
« ~【B I O G R A P H Y】~ » ➠Personality: Paranoid and jumpy, always extremely aware of his surroundings out of fear that something will jump out and get him. Since the Merge, he's found himself unsure of what to do with himself now that much of his fury, and more importantly, frequent assailants are gone. The memories of violence remain, and he fears he will never move on from himself. He has been slowly introducing himself to society. Fearing connections with people, moreso their expectations of him, he has a tendency to disappear and isolate himself when overwhelmed. He is extremely inexperienced in any sorts of romance. What interactions of love he has had are now surpressed memories of loss, and an unwillingness to face his past, even to mourn. (edited) [3:53 AM] Slachr believes himself deserving of any and all punishment that comes his way. When things get good, he struggles to believe that he could ever be deserving of them. ➠History: Slachr was raised by a mutant predator that, until adopting him, ate grubs for breakfast. Slachr was spared on account of his, "EXTREME FEROCITY. DETESTABLE LAZINESS." and how "IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO SNUFF SUCH VIGOR OUT BEFORE IT CAN BE FULLY REALIZED." Slachr's lusus trained him vigorously for the first 6 sweeps of his life. Nigh daily bare knuckle fights to the death with assorted fauna, and the occasionally psychically manipulated young troll. Never at rest in the formative years of his life and always at risk for being next on the death list he kept very close track of. His relationship with his lusus was almost never in person. From miles away while entrenched in the hunt, his Lusus would guide wildlife and young trolls to his hive, deep in a heavily wooded forest. Slachr shut himself into his hive and often tried to avoid combat. His lusus would coach him through these encounters while subtly manipulating his feeble mind to not be so bothered by what was happening at any given moment.
After finding a copy of SGRUB and a laptop in the backpack a fallen teenager lured into his hive by his lusus, The Merge and consequent exposure to the internet led him to a great shift in personality, combined with the fact that he was no longer constantly assailed by the psychic weight of his abnormally large lusus. Haunted and rarely posessed by the ghost of his former guardian, he scrapes by through interaction with others afraid of what might happen if emotions run too high. These days, he'll only fight if death is the sole alternative. (edited) [3:53 AM] ➠Skills and Abilities: Slachr is an extremely skilled MIXED MARTIAL-ARTIST and is occasionally possessed by GREAT SPEED and GRACE. Slachr has extremely limited PSYCHOMETRY, the ability to learn facts about events or people by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Slachr remembers being able to close his eyes and let VOICES IN THE PSYCHIC AETHER guide him. Through combat, or to where he needs to be. Slachr's healing processes are accelerated by consumption of SWEET FOODS, though he would much rather die than eat anything sweet ever.
➠Occupation: Slachr is unemployed and spends a lot of his time hiding in forests, constructing temporary homes to live in for weeks at a time, occasionally visiting places with electricity to socialize and charge his laptop.
➠Aspirations: Experience everything he wasn't quite able to in his younger years, in a controlled, safe environment where he can't hurt anyone.
➠Likes: Heat, Comfort, Intoxicants that facilitate relaxation, Bitter flavors, Groovy tunes. ➠Dislikes: Confusion, Psychic influence, Sweet flavors, Conflict without reason. (edited) [3:53 AM] ➠Appearance: Slachr has long, curly black hair that falls to around his broad shoulders, standing a bit hunched over at about 5'10. He wears very baggy clothing, loosely draped around a toned, yet very thin figure. His shirt is pitch black, a custom symbol he had emblazoned on his only shirt matching the color of his blood. Dark navy blue sweatpants hang around his hips, secured in place by a handwoven plant fiber belt. He tends to wander around barefoot or in bushcrafted sandals. Horns atop his head form a geometry similar to a nervous cats ears, dull and covered in scarring from use in combat. His eyes are perpetually heavy, sharp fangs jutting from the edges of his sun-cracked lips. His hands are usually wrapped in old, perpetually stained cloth which he frequently replaces. Wounds that never seem to heal properly cover his hands and fingers, making using them kind of a miserable effort. (edited) [3:54 AM] (the symbol he wears upon his otherwise unremarkable black 3XL tshirt.) (edited)
« ~【T R O L L I N F O】~ » ➠Caste: Rust blood ➠Sign: Ariborn (Sign of the escapee) ➠Typing Quirk: Obsesses over not making spelling errors. Uses "2" in place of to, two and too, and "4" in place of for, four, and fore, as well as enclosing everything he says with forward and backward slashes. If he can make a pun with a word using 4, he will try his very best to. Like 4ifying. (horrifying.) "\ What else am I supposed 2 with that in4mation besides 4get it? /"
➠Lusus: Goliath Mirthworm: An abnormally large and slimy, many legged "Worm" that resembles a sea slug more than anything. Mirthworms of regular size are very slightly psychic, just enough to communicate with one another. Though this particular Mirthworm's abnormal size has expanded its ego to frightening size and power. Extremely predatory, extremely territorial, extremely carnivorous. Slachr refuses to follow in his now deceased lusus's footsteps. He can eat all the vegetables he wants. ➠Original Planet: Alternia ➠Classpect: Knight of Rage
« ~【B I O G R A P H Y】~ » ➠Personality: Paranoid and jumpy, always extremely aware of his surroundings out of fear that something will jump out and get him. Since the Merge, he's found himself unsure of what to do with himself now that much of his fury, and more importantly, frequent assailants are gone. The memories of violence remain, and he fears he will never move on from himself. He has been slowly introducing himself to society. Fearing connections with people, moreso their expectations of him, he has a tendency to disappear and isolate himself when overwhelmed. He is extremely inexperienced in any sorts of romance. What interactions of love he has had are now surpressed memories of loss, and an unwillingness to face his past, even to mourn. (edited) [3:53 AM] Slachr believes himself deserving of any and all punishment that comes his way. When things get good, he struggles to believe that he could ever be deserving of them. ➠History: Slachr was raised by a mutant predator that, until adopting him, ate grubs for breakfast. Slachr was spared on account of his, "EXTREME FEROCITY. DETESTABLE LAZINESS." and how "IT WOULD BE A SHAME TO SNUFF SUCH VIGOR OUT BEFORE IT CAN BE FULLY REALIZED." Slachr's lusus trained him vigorously for the first 6 sweeps of his life. Nigh daily bare knuckle fights to the death with assorted fauna, and the occasionally psychically manipulated young troll. Never at rest in the formative years of his life and always at risk for being next on the death list he kept very close track of. His relationship with his lusus was almost never in person. From miles away while entrenched in the hunt, his Lusus would guide wildlife and young trolls to his hive, deep in a heavily wooded forest. Slachr shut himself into his hive and often tried to avoid combat. His lusus would coach him through these encounters while subtly manipulating his feeble mind to not be so bothered by what was happening at any given moment.
After finding a copy of SGRUB and a laptop in the backpack a fallen teenager lured into his hive by his lusus, The Merge and consequent exposure to the internet led him to a great shift in personality, combined with the fact that he was no longer constantly assailed by the psychic weight of his abnormally large lusus. Haunted and rarely posessed by the ghost of his former guardian, he scrapes by through interaction with others afraid of what might happen if emotions run too high. These days, he'll only fight if death is the sole alternative. (edited) [3:53 AM] ➠Skills and Abilities: Slachr is an extremely skilled MIXED MARTIAL-ARTIST and is occasionally possessed by GREAT SPEED and GRACE. Slachr has extremely limited PSYCHOMETRY, the ability to learn facts about events or people by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Slachr remembers being able to close his eyes and let VOICES IN THE PSYCHIC AETHER guide him. Through combat, or to where he needs to be. Slachr's healing processes are accelerated by consumption of SWEET FOODS, though he would much rather die than eat anything sweet ever.
➠Occupation: Slachr is unemployed and spends a lot of his time hiding in forests, constructing temporary homes to live in for weeks at a time, occasionally visiting places with electricity to socialize and charge his laptop.
➠Aspirations: Experience everything he wasn't quite able to in his younger years, in a controlled, safe environment where he can't hurt anyone.
➠Likes: Heat, Comfort, Intoxicants that facilitate relaxation, Bitter flavors, Groovy tunes. ➠Dislikes: Confusion, Psychic influence, Sweet flavors, Conflict without reason. (edited) [3:53 AM] ➠Appearance: Slachr has long, curly black hair that falls to around his broad shoulders, standing a bit hunched over at about 5'10. He wears very baggy clothing, loosely draped around a toned, yet very thin figure. His shirt is pitch black, a custom symbol he had emblazoned on his only shirt matching the color of his blood. Dark navy blue sweatpants hang around his hips, secured in place by a handwoven plant fiber belt. He tends to wander around barefoot or in bushcrafted sandals. Horns atop his head form a geometry similar to a nervous cats ears, dull and covered in scarring from use in combat. His eyes are perpetually heavy, sharp fangs jutting from the edges of his sun-cracked lips. His hands are usually wrapped in old, perpetually stained cloth which he frequently replaces. Wounds that never seem to heal properly cover his hands and fingers, making using them kind of a miserable effort. (edited) [3:54 AM] (the symbol he wears upon his otherwise unremarkable black 3XL tshirt.) (edited)
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