Savitr Ampere: updated.

Your name is Sᴀᴠɪᴛʀ Aᴍᴘᴇʀᴇ!

Pumping through your veins is a sᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, making you a proud member of a bloodcaste historically linked to ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴄs, regardless of the fact that you apparently lack ANY of these ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs. You are, however, gifted with ʀᴇᴛʀᴏᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ vision—which is actually ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss. You don’t mind, though, because even if you could not move a grain of sand in displays of ᴀᴡᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏᴡᴇss, you can always pretend! And while many trolls might live out their fantasies via FLARP, you opt for a method many have considered outdated. However, you for a fact know that its vintage angle makes it cool; you are what some might call an ɪɴsᴀᴛɪᴀʙʟᴇ Sʟᴀʙᴛᴏᴘ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ, engaging in several different campaigns for several different roleplaying games, some of which have been defunct for several sweeps. Perhaps your favorite is Oᴜʙʟɪᴇᴛᴛᴇs & Oɢʀᴇs, one of the oldest and still most popular slaptop games in existence, where you play the highest level psychic, it’s you. You also happen to be the Bʟᴜᴅɢᴇᴏɴᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ of an O&O campaign you partake in regularly with a small (and growing smaller) group of friends, a position which allows you to spin tales of adventure and intrigue, and as the name implies, requires you to mercilessly beat anyone who breaks the rules, to the point of death and/or dying! With great powers comes great responsibility, though you like to think you can handle it. You are also an avid player of A sᴘʜᴇʀɪᴄᴀʟ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄʜɪᴇғʟʏ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴏʀɴʟᴇss ᴀʟɪᴇɴs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ-ʙᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀɴᴀᴛᴏᴍɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴘᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ɪs ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴀᴄɪᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴ ᴀʟɪᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏғᴛ ɢʀᴜʙ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴅ ǫᴜᴀᴅʀᴀɴᴛs, ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴏғғsᴘʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʜᴏʀʀᴇɴᴅᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, a new FLARP game where you have acquired much of your information about the ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ. You use the ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ acquired in this game for your second favorite hobby.

When you are not ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sʜᴇᴇᴛs or taking advantage of your ʜɪɢʜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴀᴜɢᴇ (wait, what the fuck’s an ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴀᴜɢᴇ ?) to venture through invented crypts and catacombs while fighting equally make-believe beasts of legend with your best friends, you spend most of your time chatting online, where you often behave as a sʜᴀᴍᴇʟᴇss ғʟɪʀᴛ. However, you also are ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ, deliberately ʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴜɴsᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏʟʟs into ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ʀᴇᴅʀᴏᴍ, mostly through ʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛ. When the timing is right, you knock them down, and such unscrupulous acts bring you an immense pleasure that ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴛɪsʜɪsᴛɪᴄ. Two of your natural qualities tend to aid to these games: Your obsession with a wide-variety of slaptop games, and your love of creating sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ makes it easy to make up complete bullshit and have it be kind of believable. Then there's your appearance. Despite being a ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏʟʟ, your appearance is very, very ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɢʏɴᴏᴜs, if not out-right ғᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ. Your ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜs "ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ" sᴇɴsᴇ (even by troll’s standards) and slight stature does not help you look any more ᴍᴀɴʟʏ, either. Your ɢɪʀʟɪsʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ is a double-edged sword, however; the one troll who you have ʟᴇɢɪᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ғʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs for has no physical attraction towards your non-masculine appearance, at all, and despite all of your wishful thinking, you doubt they ever will.

Your hive is located in an area where sweeps before your time, two of the ᴀғᴏʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴄs supposedly engaged in an ᴇᴘɪᴄ ᴅᴜᴇʟ, where one managed to turn himself into a ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴍʙ, blowing himself up to kill them both. As an after-effect, the surrounding area became practically ᴜɴɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, and even now the land is irradiated enough that venturing out of your hive requires the use of a ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴜɪᴛ. Your lusus, however, does not have a problem, being one of the only creatures able to withstand such exposure. The fact that he eats a diet consisting mostly of Pᴇʀɪɴɪᴜᴍ Tʀᴜғғʟᴇs (which the two of you spend quality time digging out of the surrounding soil), makes it difficult to be around him without a suit, either (at least for long periods of time). In addition to being your roachboar lusus’ primary food source, Pᴇʀɪɴɪᴜᴍ Tʀᴜғғʟᴇs are also an efficient, albeit volatile, energy source, used to power your hive, which makes searching for the damn things a regular, and quite tedious chore.

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