Your name is VESPERIA CRYPTO and you are 7 and a half Alternian solar sweeps old. But you hate that name. Your name is VESPAR, don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. You will cull them if they even try.
You are a DIURNAL creature who spends your sleepless days in the throes of the forest HUNTING DANGEROUS AND EXCITING GAME. Even more frequently you like to explore the art of FREELANCE TAXIDERMY though you are an AMATEUR in the craft, at best. You enjoy your work but not always the outcome, alternating between FREAKISHLY REALISTIC to downright ASININE TOMFOOLERY. Dead things are cool you guess, but still kind of creepy. That’s why you took up the act of GOOGLY-EYE-IFYING all of the blank stares of the DECEASED DENIZENS of your hive.
You also have a PENCHANT for UTTERLY USELESS AND OBNOXIOUS knick-knacks, which you so lovingly display all over your abode. This is a secret passion of yours and doesn’t under any circumstances make you any less fierce. Your other not-so-secret FANATICISM involves CRYPTOZOOLOGY and studying BIZARRE AND EXOTIC CRYPTIDS. ABC’s including your SABER-TOOTHED lusus are some of your favorites.
Your trollian handle is cryptidHunter and you tend to speak ^s b^d^ss ^nd ^s cøøl ^s pøssible.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Try to make my character:
- Blush
- Cry
- Aroused
- Angry
(Source: moranner)
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vindictiveviperidae started following you
^nøther øne? ^h…well. th^nks før, y^ know, følløwing. the n^me’s vesp^r.
Namesss Vel~i~ra.
MY mo~i~ra~i~l jussst k~i~nda d~i~rected me here ~i~n a waY.
øh, well th^t’s cøøl, i guess. shit, i me^n, i’m nøthing gre^t ør ^nything…
uh, whø’s yøur mør^il?
(Source: cryptidshunter)
energetichoardest started following you
uh…øh, th^nks før følløwing, i guess. ye^h. i like tø gø hunting før cryptids in the d^ylight høurs m^ybe…uh, if yøu’re nøt busy…ør….shit. fuck this…i døn’t knøw what tø s^y here!
fuck it.
.:Just kinda pap this troll lightly on the head:.
[]h werr, y[]u’rrre werc[]m~e! That s[]unds interrresting, actuarr~y.
..And e~rrr… Am I arr[]wed t[] acc[]mpany y[]u durrring y[]urrr huntin~g?
.. I mean u~m.. I neverrr rrrearry went hunting bef[]rrr~e…
uh, well y^ knøw. i kind^ hunted ^ j^ck^løpe ^nd…føund it ^nd kind^ killed it. which w^s ^n ^ccident but…it’s t^xidermerized nøw ^nd…that shit’s nø gøød, but i think there ^re møre ne^r my hive. if you w^nt to cøme. i guess we cøuld løøk før møre j^ck^lopes tøgether…uh, m^ybe. if yøu w^nt. th^t wøuld be re^lly cøøl!
(Source: cryptidshunter)
vindictiveviperidae started following you
^nøther øne? ^h…well. th^nks før, y^ know, følløwing. the n^me’s vesp^r.
energetichoardest started following you
uh…øh, th^nks før følløwing, i guess. ye^h. i like tø gø hunting før cryptids in the d^ylight høurs m^ybe…uh, if yøu’re nøt busy…ør….shit. fuck this…i døn’t knøw what tø s^y here!
fuck it.
øh…uh, the n^me’s Vesp^r…er, hi. nice tø meet yøu…ye^h…
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Vespar ==> Go hunting for bizarre landbeasts
Shaking the remaining leaves and twigs from his hair, Vespar let out a grunt.
“^h…øh. ^ctually,” Tentatively, he looked around the clearing, “this is cløse tø where i h^d my l^st siting…er….øver there.”
Tilting his head, Vespar raised a hand and pointed to a small patch of bushes that was several yards away but very prominent amongst the others with small yellow flowers swaying in the evening breeze. Scrunching up his nose the brown blood cast a glance at Vereor, fully acknowledging him for the first time as he mustered up a sideways grin. Gods, was he severely awkward around other trolls. Swallowing thickly he clutched his spear tighter in his hand before biting his lower lip. Right. So…
“Alright then, shall we go look. No better time than the present!” He was, as always, oblivious to the awkwardness surrounding his brown blooded friend. Vereor was never one for understanding the inner workings of trolls or their body language. To put it simply, he was just thick in the head. With a gesture to the head, the highblood silently began to approach the patch of bushes, not too sure what to expect. He glanced back at Vespar to make sure the other was following him.
Vespar shook his head back and forth, frantically, urging himself mentally to, ‘calm the fuck down!’. Grunting, he quickly shuffled forwards towards an outcropping of close by bushes.
“ye^h, right here, they were!” he declared loudly, drowning out his nervousness, as he poked the butt of his spear into the underbrush. The shrubbery rustled in response as something scrambled deeper into the depths of the foliage, making Vespar yelp in alarm.
Without warning a small hopbeast leapt from the lower branches of the shrub, small nubbed pink and orange horns apparent on its head as it froze, and gawked at them, horror etched into it’s little body.
(Source: cryptidshunter)
