#scories

Avec Christine, on a fêté nos 40 ans d'amitié en faisant un voyage de 15 jours en Sicile.

She/her

Punk rock enthusiast

Meet her in the mosh pit

Swears she can see the music she’s hearing

Tsyvrn is a good starting point for my Troll Extended Universe™ considering that he's the oldest, most complex, and has some kind of connection, direct or peripheral, to a good number of the others.

Originally intended to be a loose-n-fast trollsona for a random mid-2010s forum roleplay, he was initially going to be a yellowblood. Although he did actually keep the dual-horns motif for many years (as he was created before it was clear that that was a uniquely yellowblood trait), eventually it became confusing and so the two sets were merged into one.

Of all my trolls, Tsyvrn is the one most split between two major timelines. This was back in the day when Pesterchum roleplay was still cool if you were 16 and way too into genocidal aliens, and our very first group session was made with the mistake of creating a public memo, which obviously devolved immediately into uncontrolled chaos that left several dead, many more wounded, and everyone mildly exasperated. A cleaned up, curated version of these events would later become the baseline of the "canon timeline;" that is to say, the timeline in which Sgrub is created, Alternia is destroyed, and several (but not all) of our trolls become players in their own session. The other timeline is where the rest of our (private memo) roleplay took place, wherein Sgrub is not created and Alternia's universe continues on unbothered. This is the one I will be talking about unless otherwise specified.

Tsyvrn can best be described as a sort of Robin Hood of gratuitous violence. With a unique resistance to psionic abilities, Tsyvrn was selected by a violent kind of lusus with the intention of raising him into a killing machine to hunt down rogue psionics. However, Tsyvrn became morails with a young troll living nearby, which was certainly instrumental in redirecting the path his lusus intended to set him on. In typical troll fashion, he manifested his developed empathy in the form of murder, but this time for a good cause.

Utilizing chakram has his primary weapon (but able to use a variety of classic and improvised weaponry, often looting the strife specibi from his fallen enemies), Tsyvrn can at least hold his own in most combat setups. Honing his skills in the dark, narrow, and labyrinthian halls of his hive, as well as the massive trees of the surrounding forest, Tsyvrn's main strength is in hit-and-run, guerrilla type tactics or in close one-on-one, agility-oriented melee. When facing groups, he prefers to pick off his enemies one-by-one, leveraging their fear and paranoia to gain advantage. Despite his unusual size, he's significantly faster than he is strong, and stealthier than one might expect at first glance.

Tsyvrn isn't all murder, though; it's just his day (night?) job. He's actually quite gentle most of the time, even if he can be gruff and a bit suspicious of trolls he doesn't know. Especially if they're highbloods or seadwellers, but it can take a while to win him over even for lower castes. He is extremely protective, even too much so, as he sometimes seems to forget that (most) of his friends are capable of taking care of themselves. As a flaw, he's definitely one to take matters into his own hands when there's any possibility of anyone else getting hurt, even when his help is not necessarily welcome or it would be exceptionally dangerous for him.

Tsyvrn's primary relationships are derived from trolls in his geographical area. He's not really one to seek out virtual friendship, having been more of an eat-dirt-whack-with-stick kind of child. Though his lusus went to substantial lengths to isolate him, it did allow a friendship with a nearby purpleblood, Xerren Varrzy, mistakenly expecting her to be a "good" influence on Tsyvrn's desired levels of violence. Through this window, Tsyvrn also became friends with another local dirt-eater, a young bronzeblood named Janira. Even now many sweeps later, Janira finds herself exasperatedly playing austpistice to Tsyvrn's varied and volatile hostilities, not to mention utilizing every ounce of her not-unremarkable healing skills to try to keep him in one piece. In later sweeps, he met burgundyblooded Reoret, and they developed a dubiously co-dependent matespritship that sometimes makes even Xerren jealous.

I also like to imagine that he has a very toxic, borderline self-harmful kismesitude with my slutty purpleblood Ambyss, but considering the two of them have no real reason to ever meet or associate with each other long enough to develop something, it's really more of a wacky crackship that lives rent-free in my head.

(part 2/???) Personally, I’m especially happy with how the AraVris ectogrub turned out.

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