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You are called THE PUGILIST, a GOLDBLOOD with a number of DUBIOUSLY ACCEPTED AUGMENTED WEAPONS grafted to different parts of your body. You're a FIGHTER, though how much of that too is DUBIOUSLY ACCEPTED is also up for debate. You're mostly FINE with your lot in life, the spotlight of BATTLE FAME is an interesting experience. You just wished you'd stop leaving SCRATCHES in the floor everywhere you went. Or that you could TURN OFF THE LIGHTS on your TECH.

THE FALSE NOBLE; You are the SUZERAIN, a FUCHIABLOOD VIOLETBLOOD of CONSIDERABLE NOBLE REGARD who happens to be in control of your own little corner of the UNIVERSE. Your claim to FAME and POWER is the OBFUSCATION of your lineage and the erroneous ownership of a throne that DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU. Your tenuous grip on the THRONE entirely depends on the TRUE LEADER never catching on. Thankfully, your FOLLOWERS and SUBJECT are none the wiser as you bear a striking resemblance to the MISSING RULER. Funny how that works. Your SIX EARS and SIX EYES are accompanied by a kind of near OMNISCIENCE for the goings on around your person. Not a SOUND or SIGHT is overlooked, sometimes to your own detriment.

Your name is NARCIS ISHMAE and you are a FUCHSIA BLOODED, RENOWNED SAILOR, and a NOTORIOUS PARTYBOY to boot. You sail across as many different PLANETS as you can reasonably get your SHIP to and love to regale others in SEMI-EXAGGERATED STORIES of your MULTITUDINOUS EXPLOITS. You have a condition known as MELANISM that makes the colors of your HORNS and your CASTE a bit DARKER THAN USUAL and has you TURNING DARK much faster than other TROLLS tend to. You are also TRANSGENDER and are unafraid to BOAST THAT as OFTEN and as LOUDLY as possible in an effort to WEED OUT ASSHOLES and SMASH THEM AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. Your ARM was torn off by a WRETCHED SEA BEAST that you have been spending the last SEVERAL SWEEPS tracking down to enact your REVENGE on despite protests from your CREW. They can't possibly understand the INTIMATE CONNECTION between a BEAST and a CAPTAIN...

The name you go by online is NEMEUS, otherwise known as the MASSACRE in the strange forums you spend the majority of your (semi-anonymous) time. You are an OLIVE BLOODED TROLL who likes to think that you are the EXCEPTION to the RULE and that you would make an absolutely integral THRESHECUTIONER to the FLEET, if only you were given the proper chance and you were able to get over the intrinsic FEAR of LIVE COMBAT. You have a vested interest in the STRENGTH and FEROCITY of SUBJUGGLATORS, and if you were a colder hue you would probably BE ONE. For now though, you are an up-and-coming FLEET FANBOY and you have an obsession with all things WAR and MILITARY. Your current obsessions are WARDENT 40K and collecting replicas of the FLEET ARSENAL.

You wear a fragmented piece of an ANCIENT JUJUMASK, something (purportedly) that the GRAND HIGHBLOODS of OLD wore when communing with the MESSIAHS. You are a HISTORIAN and a SHOWMAN who enjoys nothing more than SHOWING OFF THE GLORY OF SWEEPS LONG PASSED, even at the expense of culling LOWBLOODS to make it TRULY AUTHENTIC.

Escaping the IMPERIAL PRESSURE put on you is going to be an insurmountable task, especially missing an EYE and GLOWING like you do. Best of luck to you, LEGATINE; you’re going to need it.

You are known as the DIANTHUS, a Fuchsiablooded Troll with a huge ONLINE FOLLOWING. You are a VARIETY VLOGGER who also dabbles into some UNDERGROUND, SHADY DEALINGS behind closed doors. While you have your hands in a LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING, what you're most known for is your HYPERMIGMENTATION CONDITION that tints almost your whole body various SHADES OF PINK. You are a master at PERSONALITY MASKING and APPEALING TO THE INTERESTS OF OTHERS in a way that makes you an expert MANIPULATOR and SELF-EMPLOYED PR TEAM.