Your name is PALLAS ZALPUR.

You spend much of your time ATTEMPTING TO AVOID ACCIDENTS and FAILING MISERABLY at it. Having shunned the JUNGLE REGIONS surrounding your hive, you still manage to entangle yourself in many a painful encounter, it’s a daily battle against the sharp objects in your hive and they seem to be winning. Your clumsiness is almost unbelievable, almost but not quite, the large number of BRUISES and CUTS betray the fact that your incompetence is QUITE REAL. All in all you count yourself somewhat LUCKY that your injuries never seem to leave scars and that you haven’t managed to break a bone yet.

Incompetence doesn’t equal stupidity though and you’ve spent much of your life, 8 sweeps of it so far, indulging your favourite pastime of READING. It’s a very safe way to spend a night save for the occasional paper cut or the multiple occasions where you managed to drop the book on your face. Besides, cluing yourself in on the facts is the only way to get ahead when your lusus is literally a COLDBLOODED SCALEBEAST who sleeps during the night while you’re awake, after passing on a few basic life lessons he seems to have stopped bothering with you for the most part. It’s hard to stay mad at someone who always seems to be there when you need to be cut free of a curtain or rescued from an errant bush though. He’s probably saved your LIFE more than once by now.

Your past hasn’t been uneventful either, when you were little more than a grub you fancied yourself as something of an amateur wizard after playing too much STRONGHOLDS AND STRIFES, and you even went so far as to venture out into the wilderness around your hive in search of materials for a wand and cape. Your search wasn’t particularly successful though and you ended up getting lost and being subjected to the excruciating sunlight for a whole day. You look back on your own naivety with much BITTERNESS and continue to hold a deep grudge against nature, a grudge that probably contributed more than you’d like to admit to your love of chopping nature into tiny bits and making it into potions and powders, but enough of that.

Looking to the future, as a SEER would when lost deep in the mists of premonition and prediction, you hope to achieve great things in the field of ALCHEMEDICINE. Your long history with treating your own wounds gives you confidence that you’ll be a total pro when it comes to treating those of others. Even your Fetch Modus has an alchemical nature to it. The EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE modus allows you to captchalogue any item but, in order to retrieve that item, you must present one or more items that have equal value. You’re not sure where the exchanged items go but you are sure of the fact that you can’t get them back again. In anticipation of your future career you’ve started wearing a long, white coat though the lower-sleeves have been dyed a LIGHT SEA GREEN by your own blood after a particularly nasty incident with your DAGGER. By your own admission wearing such a long and billowing coat probably isn’t helpful in preventing you from tripping over things but it just looks SO AWESOME that you’re willing to take a few extra tumbles down a flight of stairs. Back on the subject of your dagger though, it’s something that you’re particularly proud of, being carved from one of your lusus’ discarded teeth and again having that added AWESOME factor. It also serves as your primary means of dealing with and cutting up the array of FRIGHTENING FLORA and FORMIDABLE FAUNA that you use in your salves – many of which are SURPRISINGLY EFFECTIVE given that you usually pull your recipes out of thin air.

Though you bother very little with your contemporaries for the most part, you recently invested in a chat client known as TROLLIAN, mostly so that the home screen of your LABTOP doesn’t look so bare and so that you can browse the public bulletin boards to engage in some FRIENDLY BANTER that mostly consists of you correcting other trolls. It took you a while to come up with a suitable quirk for yourself, after learning that quirks were a thing in the online community, and you eventually decided to simply replace . with > as a subtle reference to the changing of small things into something great. One of the guiding principles of Alchemedics gone by and one that you find quite inspiring. You also type using PERFECT SYNTAX and grammar. You simply couldn’t take yourself seriously otherwise and you suspect that nobody else could either.

((Quick version + other information:
Name: Pallas Zalpur
Age: 8 sweeps
Height: 5’8” (173cm)
Blood colour: Light sea green
Horns: Smallish and pyramidal in shape
Lusus: A scalebeast – or, if you’d prefer human terminology, a lizard.
Class and aspect: Seer of Life
Typing quirk: Replaces . or multiples thereof with >, denotes actions using >action> and will very occasionally use smilies with > as the mouth seeing as his horns can’t really be adequately represented using a keyboard.
Strife Specibus: Daggerkind
Dreams on: Derse
Trolltag: PellucidPanacea

Peronsality:

Pallas tends to be at least on amicable terms with other trolls, enjoying bouts of friendly banter with them via Trollian, though his longstanding isolation from many of his peers has led him to be unable to pick up on certain subtleties of conversation or behaviour that others would instantly recognize. This has on occasion led to confusion about the exact nature of Pallas’ feelings towards other trolls with some perceiving his actions as either redrom or blackrom advances – or both. His friendly demeamour belies the fact that Pallas can be extremely negative at times. Much of this negativity is turned inward rather than presented outwardly and can lead to him being extremely critical of himself, prone to self-depreciation and even cause him to outright refuse to accept a compliment if given to him. He holds knowledge in the highest regard and so will quickly set about correcting others if he believes they are wrong about a particular subject – doing so not out of malicious blowhardery about his own intelligence but rather out of a genuine desire to educate others and prove his own knowledge at the same time. Further to this is his inclination to ramble on at times, almost always about things that are only tangently related to the main point, a habit derived from his oftentimes poor communication skills.))