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This is part 3 of my FateStuck lore post, find the rest here.

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Fatestuck Trolls set 1 of 2

The FateStuck Trolls were made by Vriska Serket on a whim, after seeing John Egbert make weird fusions of his friends while mashing buttons. Figuring doomed timelines don't matter anyway, she decided to send John a selection of gene codes that her meteor's Ecto Lab had saved.

6 grubs were made, and as far as she knew, thats where it ended. Little did she know, Gamzee Makara survived Beck Noir's attack. Now, working towards unknown aims, he hijacks the lab and makes 6 more.

Half of these Trolls will end up on Alternia, or rather the Alternia of the human's universe. And the other half will end up on its sister planet Ainretla.

The following six end up on Alternia.

Fefkat Peites: Fusion of Karkat and Feferi, created by Gamzee Makara as a potential vessel for his Mirthful Messiah.

Name is pronounced: Feff-cat pie-tees

Trollian Tag: bubbleBeluga

Strife Specibus: Forkkind/Scythekind

Fetch Modus: Fishing

Lusus: Krab Dad

Once the most friendly and unassuming troll her friends knew, and certainly an odd fit for future Condesce. She advocates for equality among the blood castes, a trait likely to get her culled by the current Condesce.

Her passive nature and unthreatening demeanor made her seem weak to many, including her friend and protector Eriius. Or at least, thats what everyone tells her…

But truthfully, she doesn't remember a thing about her past. One day a terrible fire hit Eriius's home during a friendly gettogether Fefkat had arranged. And apparently, a Demon had been summoned.

Nobody seems to remember exactly what happened. But as far as Fefkat can tell, she must have taken a heavy blow to her head, because her personality took a big turn. According to her friends anyway…

Now she was short tempered, hostile, quick to start fights, actively antagonizing ANYONE who she feels insults her. Not helped by her now terribly raspy voice, apparently the result of excess smoke inhalation and throat burns.

…Still, she at least finds comfort in the new love she's formed. She met this girl on Trollian, someone as kind and sweet as she once was. Her name is Meeioh (pronounced meow). Talking to her reminds her of the good old days, however hazy they may be.

Fefkat and her made a promise, to not reveal their names or blood colors to eachother until they meet, as the game their human friends introduced them to is going to bring them all together on one big adventure.

Fefkat is most afraid of Meeioh finding out that she's a fusciablood, worrying it will jeapardize their relationship.

Unbeknownst to her, they're BOTH fuscias, and thats going to cause problems when their instincts to fight for supremacy of the throne kick in…

Tavlux Nittor: Fusion of Tavros and Sollux. Made by Vriska (with John's help), to make a version of Tavros with a backbone.

Name is pronounced: Tav-lucks Nye-tore

Trollian Tag: quakingApiary

Strife Specibus: Daggerkind, None (Bees)

Fetch Modus: Gardening

Lusus: Tinkerbull

Local techy of his friend group, specializing in Biotechnology. It started with a hobby caring for Bees, and studying their use in building hives to make computers. Tavlux's natural psychic communion with insects is so strong, he even uses Bees as a makeshift Strife weapon. And this lead to a further focus on insects generally.

Tavlux, in his neurodivergent obsession, has become an expert on the ways insects can interface with technological enhancement. From Husktops, to Grub-Games, to even artificial symbiants for medicinal use.

His talent in Biotech earned him a one-sided rivalry with Eriius, but that's water under the bridge now. He's actually much nicer ever since "The Incident."

Tavlux doesn't remember what went down, something about a Demon? Apparently that's how his spine had snapped… He tries his best to brush it off, say the whole thing was just some freak accident and that they'll all be fine. But he's gotten a bit more anti-social ever since all of this.

He's still very good at keeping up a casual façad, which tends to get most folks assuming he's fine. Eriius at least can tell how he really feels. Now their little competition for who can make the best tech is more friendly and supportive than before. He'd say they're Moirails, but somehow Eriius doesn't believe in that stuff anymore? Man, sometimes it feels like that Demon turned their world upsidedown.

Nepezi Leiope: Fusion of Nepeta and Terezi. Made by Gamzee Makara to make a wildcard player.

Name is pronounced: Neh-pez-ee Lee-oh-p

Trollian Tag: anarchistPrivateer

Strife Specibus: Coinkind (Though due to a technicality she uses a sock full of quarters as a valid weapon type.)

Fetch Modus: Scratch n Sniff

Lusus: Dragon Mom

A true punk if ever there was one, probably first on the chopping block for the Legislacerators once she comes of age. Not helped by the fact that she's also blind. (She doesn't say how that happened.)

To Nepezi, life is a game of possibilities, and the so called "authority" of any world exists solely to hoard all potential to themselves. As perhaps one of the only Anarchists of her generation, Nepezi believes the only hope for a fair and evenhanded world is one where ANYONE who steps up to claim power should be put to death.

She's got a fire in her heart, and a pile of quarters in her sock, and she's gonna take pride in beating down ANYONE who opposes her sense of "Justice for The People."

… Well, okay, anyone except Latara (Pronounced: La-tar-ah), who is perhaps her greatest rival in life. Their battles in both the debating AND literal sense are the stuff legends are made of.

…Okay, and maybe she's kinda cute. Nepezi supposed SOME despots get to live… >:33 as a punishment!

Nepezi is a furry, and lives as such with no shame. Likewise, she doesn't even bother to hide her blindness. Her keen hunting instincts are enough anyway, so why bother? Her sunglasses NEVER cover her eyes. If eyes are windows to the soul, then she is forever STARING INTO YOURS. (Metaphorically.)

Vridia Serido: Fusion of Vriska and Aradia. Created by Vriska, as some attempt at a post-mortem apology to her old "friend" Aradia. She thought maybe if their personas came together, they might end up with a better life than either of them.

Name is pronounced: Vr-ih-dee-uh Sir-ee-doh

Trollian Tag: vampiricRelic

Strife Specibus: Dicekind (Stolen from some Spider 8itch she met ages ago.)

Fetch Modus: Cup Game

Lusus: Ram Mom

Once known as the ultimate Time Waster of her friends, in a good sense. Vridia was the kind of upbeat friend you could spend an afternoon yapping with and never even notice the hours slipping by. She was maybe a bit clingy at times, but that was part of her charm.

…And then a DEMON killed her.

She is one of the few people who actually remember "The Incident." In fact, she bears the marks of it forever. Her throat is slit, her eye was punched to the point of blindness leaving a nasty bruise around it, and a stab wound in her chest.

If it were anyone else, their lingering ghost would likely be forever numb, their feelings gone with their life signs. Vridia, however, through sheer stubbornness and love of life, forces her emotions into being.

This does take its toll, she'd probably have faded away by now if not for the abilities she discovered in death. Where once she was a time waster, now she was a Time Drinker. Vridia can drink time from others just as Rainbow Drinkers consume blood.

How much she can take depends on how a given Troll lives their life. Trolls who keep busy, essentially having "no time" for other things, are right out. But folks who spend their days sulking in their own misery are fair game.

While she does feel bad about it, she chooses Eriius as her given target. He notices it the least, though still ends up feeling the fatigue if done enough. Having time taken from you is like draining battery, do too much and you leave someone in exhaustion, or worse, burnout.

But, with the aid of Time Drinking, Vridia can at least maintain some level of normalcy in how she feels. And with those that can see ghosts, she can even maintain some friendships.

…And, apparently even a romance? As a strange creature called a Human, her name is Halley, became VERY fascinated with her after accidentally contacting her on Trollian due to a seance she was holding.

Still… She worries about that Doll she keeps. Halley's favorite Doll bares a striking resemblance to one she's seen in her dreams, which seems tied to the summoning of that… Demon who killed her.

Gamnia Makram: Fusion of Gamzee and Kanaya. Made by Vriska (with John's help) as a middle finger to Kanaya for being such a fuddy duddy. She'd be "soooooooo humili8ed to be reduced to a clown."

Name is pronounced: G-am-nee-uh Mack-rem

Trollian Tag: neotericRags

Strife Specibus: Faygokind/Axekin

Fetch Modus: Miracle + Chastity

Lusus: Mother Grub

Despite being born a Jadeblood, Gamnia has an insatiable fixation with the various clown cults of the Subjugulators. Though perhaps not for the same reason most would.

Oh sure, she isn't opposed to making an act of violence into a grand display of brutality, her weapon is an Axe for a reason. But she's more in this for The Arts.

More specifically, a complete disregard for any sense of standards, objectivity, or standardization. To Gamnia, art is wild and unpredictable. "Skill" cannot ever be adequately measured in a world with so many different ways to create. And thus, skill is not and never was mandatory.

Outsider Art is where the finest beauty is found. And so Gamnias tastes brazenly include terrible music, loud clashing colors, and the shittiest sodas… So naturally she fits right in with the clowns!

She lives by her code of subjectivity to a degree somwhow more strongly than her own religious beliefs. So much so that, while she DOES keep clean, she has no interest in being "presentable." Her clothes are many years old, worn out and full of holes, and bleeched by the desert sun. By now she has to layer her clothes over eachother just to be suitably warm, and yet she refuses to buy new clothes.

Her dedication to the Avant-Garde has even resulted in her crafting edibles from Sopor Slime, of which she is CONSTANTLY using. A higher state of mind helps the ideas and dreams flow better, after all. And a little Faygo helps too… She might be called a bit of an enabler for such things, and maybe even a dealer to some.

Being such a Mad Gadfly of art, she developed a VERY one-sided rivalry with local art snob Mitrim (Pronounced Me-trim,) and a VERY Flushed romance with her long distance friend, Roxy Rose Lalonde.

After all, how could she not? An alien jester, with an obsession for japes and trickery, fixated on vibrant color and showy theatrics, AND she helped keep a shitty brand of soda alive? As humans would say, it was a "match made in Heaven."

And honestly? The idea that Humans are unhinged enough to worship ANGELS of all things? Somehow that disturbing prospect is… kinda hot?

Eriius Amphak: Fusion of Equius and Eridan. Made by Gamzee Makara, both to combine the most volatile trolls into one wild force of destruction, AND to troll Vriska, who never considered them friends and actively refused to use their gene codes.

Name is pronounced: Uh-rye-us Am-fack.

Trollian Tag: skulkingDeluge

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Wandkind

Fetch Modus: Treasure

Lusus: Anglerfish Mommy

Chosen guard to potential future Condesce, Fefkat, and feared Prince of the Seas, Eriius was about what you would expect from a fascistic Violetblood. Practiced in the noble art of Firearms, he was certain he would set Fefkat on the proper path to Tyranny.

…At least… that's who he WAS, until… "The Incident."

He remembers it all… Waking up in his own blood, his hand and wrist broken off, a chunk of his own head broken off, including his eye and some of his own brain. That he survived just goes to show how ludicrously durable Trolls can be.

His earliest memories now are of seeing Tavlux, slumped against the wall and bleeding from his back, Vridia with more wounds than would EVER have been needed to kill her… and in front of all of them, Fefkat.

Fefkat, glowing in a rainbow of flaming magiks, eyes empty yet somehow brimming with the hateful gaze of a God, and laughing… Laughing harder and harder, voice dripping with malice and pleasure, even while caughing up blood as the smoke and heat around her burns her throat beyond repair.

In that moment, Eriius could have reached for his pistol. He grabbed a hand crafted wand instead, unsure of why at first. But as shadows flowed in the air around him, his soul feeling a connection to some ancient void where forgotten lores fade and obscure, he knew he could do better than kill.

He aimed his wand, and shot a bolt of darkness at the heart of his friend. Fefkat screamed in pain, and behind her, the visage of a ghostly serpentine skeleton is ripped to shreds, and with it… Some of Fefkat's own soul as well.

She fell to the ground, and what little remains of the Demon's soul formed into snakes that wrap around Fefkat, and fill in the gaps of her broken spirit, fading into her and becoming entangled with what remains of her.

Eriius passes out. Apparently they were in his "hive" at the time, and after the robot staff had finished putting out the fire, they began tending to everyone's wounds as best they could.

Eriius woke up with his missing parts replaced by robotics. Tavlux's spine couldn't be so easily fixed, not without further research. Fefkat at least only had burns that needed treating, but her voice would never quite recover. And Vridia… she had no hope of being saved.

Eriius had no memory left of his old self, and decided that whatever had happened, its best they don't blame Fefkat for this. That clearly wasn't her in control. He uses what knowledge of Void Magic he can to erase Tavlux's memory of this. Fefkat had no memory of such to erase in the first place. And then, for his own safety and for the sake of his friends, Eriius cast one last spell on his own mind, to erase his abilities in Void Magic.

Eriius does what he can to pick up the pieces, maintain friendships, even while not really knowing anyone. He is an outsider to his own life and culture, having no real connection to their lores and customs.

He maintained his close friendship with Fefkat, especially after all this, because now neither of them remembered their past selves. Fefkat had forgotten the joy and kindness she once had, and Errius was down to square one. At least now they could explore their new senses of self together.

#fatestuck #homestuck #vriska serket #gamzee makara #john egbert #june egbert #413 #4/13 #Fefkat Peites #Tavlux Nittor #Nepezi Leiope #Vridia Serido #Gamnia Makram #Eriius Amphak #homestuck au #homestuck ocs #troll OCs #homestuck day

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minnasota-smith · 12 days ago

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This is the final page of my FateStuck lore post. Find the rest here.

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Fatestuck Trolls Set 2 of 2

As John and Vriska were doing their needless experiment with Ecto Biology labs, Gamzee saw an opportunity to scheme for the return of his Mirthful Messiah.

To this end, he channeled his magicks into the machines that carried their gene codes, and implanted the codes of their dancesters as well. Guided by his own twisted intuition, he intends to create potential agents for his God.

While half of them were made by John and Vriska, all 6 ended up on Alternia's sister planet, Ainretla.

(Ghost-Author's Note: This was just done to give some name variety in set 2, which itself wasn't initually intended to be canon to Fatestuck, but then I, the writer, was SO enthusiastic with the deisgns, they became so. The character profile philosophy was made under the assumption they were basically just… more Alpha Troll fusions.

TL;DR, don't think about it too much.)

Araloz Serara, fusion of Kurloz and Aranea. Made by Gamzee Makara.

Name is pronounced: Ah-rah-low-ss Suh-rawr-ra

Trollian Tag: umbralPilosa

Strife Specibus: None (Chucklevoodoos)

Fetch Modus: Fortune

Lusus: FROG Dad

One of the few Trolls in this whole group who knows a damn thing about anything. Because unlike most, she has insider info.

She knows about the Ecto-Labs, she knows Sburb is a death sentence, she knows Gamzee is planning something, and she even knows her intended purpose.

Araloz was made with the intention of making the Ultimate Weapon for this game. Someone with the cunning mind of a Serket, and the powerhouse rage of a Makara. She was made to be brilliant, tactical, and above all, capable of ruthless destruction.

…So naturally she just went "nah" to all of that shit. Araloz knows who her real friends are, she only intends to use her gifts to keep THEM safe. Destiny can suck it, and life bends to HER whims.

To most, Araloz seems like the most unassuming gremlin imaginable. Her entire existence seems to just be chilling out and fucking with people. She gives off vibes like a stoner, but hasn't done any substances.

She's missing an arm AND an eye, and she refuses to elaborate how. She wasn't anywhere near "The Incident", nor was she anywhere near "The Hunt." It seems unrelated to ANYTHING her friends were up to, and she often just makes up joke versions of what happened.

Araloz has no weapon, she's instead used her given potential to harness the Chucklevoodoos, manifesting Rage to move objects, form constructs, and enhance her damage output.

She's glad Gamzee was dumb enough to give her this potential, and even moreso to her bestie and informant who helped her prepare for whats to come. There are some REAL monsters coming, and she's ready for them all.

She's glad to have a friend like Gamzee on her side. Hmm? Oh, not THAT Gamzee, the other one. Hehe, confusing? Good. ::::o) honk.

…Just one secret from her to you, Her Imperius Condescension died ages ago. Thought you'd wanna know.

Mitrim Capyam, Fusion of Mituna and Porrim. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Me-trim Cap-yum

Trollian Tag: haughtyOdyssey

Strife Specibus: Lipstick/lShotgunkind

Fetch Modus: MS Paint

Lusus: Mama Swan

Araloz's bestie, and probably the most snobbish of art snobs. Mitrim dedicates almost every hour of her day to her craft. Sculpture, Painting, Poetry, any and all manner of creation she'll gladly tackle, if perhaps not so much in fashion.

She's an oldschool gamer, and likes to spend her free time challenging herself with thinkpan splitting difficulty. Somehow the frustration is almost a kind of zen state for her.

When not practicing her arts and games, she often works on her marksmanship with her weapon, a lipstick that can turn into a Shotgun. Her aim is quite good, and she's very familiar with the range.

Every day she perfects her crafts. Pursuing finer and finer arts, taking on more obscure challenges in her well worn game collection, perfecting her aim.

She has to just keep focussing. Hone it in, leave no mistakes, do everything right. None can surpass her, none can defeat her. None can… None can…

…She cries easily these days. She has a swan's heart, much like her Lusus. Easy to break, so much so it could kill her.

Ever since "The Hunt," her friend… he calls himself The Vile now, hasn't been the same. He's raging against the world, hostile to anyone in the upper blood caste, clearly masking pain with vitriol.

They rarely speak, The Vile never engages. Mitrim knows the reason, she never reveals her real blood color to anyone outside her most trusted friends.

She'd give anything to just SAY it, at least then she could try and get to know this version of him. Offer some comfort, help him through it.

But… But she… she just… she… can't. She can't risk it. She's sure to be culled, or worse, grafted into a starship's engine for Her Impirius Condescension.

She's never going to fill a Quadrant, she can't contribute anything of worth, she can't even fight…

She's tried dozens of times to start using PROPER ammunition in her shotgun, she HAS the shells for it. But she can't bring herself to load the barrel. She ONLY uses beanbag rounds, the thought of killing anyone is unthinkable to her.

And even if the Drones came, even if her life was on the line.

Even then.

All she could do is weep.

Meeioh Pieram, fusion of Meenah and Rufioh. Made by Vriska (and John) via button mashing.

Name is pronounced: Meow Pie-ram

Trollian Tag: untamedPoise

Strife Specibus: Meleekind, Fangkind

Fetch Modus: Cooking

Lusus: Madre Mantis Shrimp

Known by her friends as one of the sweetest trolls they know, known by her CLOSEST friends as a nigh unbeatable force of nature in combat.

Her Lusus, Madre Mantis Shrimp, trained her to achieve unbelievable feats of strength and speed, giving her the strongest punching force of ANY Troll, possibly ever.

This training was positively horrific for her hands in specific, which had to break and heal countless times across her years of combat. By now, the carapace has hardened so densely that they're night unbreakable. As a result, the tone of grey the shell reformed in differs from the rest of her, becoming darker.

This doesn't affect her appearance TOO much… However, the excessive damage and scarring has left her wrists covered in horrific cracks, fissures, and bumpy uneven shell. It's the one trait she doesn't like showing, so golden bracelets are worn consistently to hide this.

Due to the innate stiffness of the carapace on her hands, she lacks the dexterity to wield traditional weapons or type on a keyboard, but luckily voice to text solves that part. And as for weapons, the only things she really needs are her teeth and fists. At the very least, she can still hold objects decently well if she has to.

To those in the know, she can seem almost monstrous. She has a ravenous appetite, and tends to hunt Lussi for her feed. Usually large imposing ones, but always ones lacking a Troll to care for. She's a passionate cook, and half the time she's mostly hunting so she can try new recipes, though she always makes the most of her prize. Her favorite method is bleeding them dry with select bites, her teeth plenty sharp and great for the job.

Still, she likes that not everyone has to see her for all this violence alone. She really does enjoy being a kind and peaceful Troll, even has hopeful aspirations for a better future, like her supposed rival heiress to the throne on Alternia. She isn't even sure they exist!

Although… Peace isn't looking so good right now. Never mind "The Incident" her girlfriend had to go through, both worlds are in turmoil right now! Nobody has gotten word from Her Impirius Condescension in years. No battle plans, no execution orders, no cullings or inductions into the imperial army, nothing!

And now Trolls on all sides are at eachothers throats, trying to prepare for her return. Afraid that complacency and laziness will have them all culled. Everyone's afraid, nobody trusts eachother… And now folks are talking about her killing the competition to just take the throne already… She's only 6 sweeps old by now, no one can fix something this bad with this little experience.

How many more "Hunts" do we need to have until it's done?

Still… at least with Sburb she'll get to meet her girlfriend. Fefkat is so nervous about how they'll react to eachothers bloods, but thats nonsense. Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Meukat Leitas, fusion of Meulin and Kankri. Though, notably, when John and Vriska had set the machine to use said codes, a strange glitch occurred and seemed to throw in Karkat and Nepeta's genes too… And somehow left a kittyface on the monitor, like so. :33

Name is pronounced: Mew-cat Lie-tass

Trollian Tag: snugGoober

Strife Specibus: KunaiWChainkind

Fetch Modus: Pictionary + Encryption

Lusus: Mom Squirroo

In a world of Darwinian thinking, with blood and trauma on all sides, somehow Meukat has found a perfect inner peace.

If she had to describe it, it's as if Fate was corrected. A union of souls in a loving embrace, manifesting as a Troll. As if Utopia were a state of mind, and she had it from birth. The satisfaction of a happy ending, and yet the credits never roll. It felt like the kind of peace that could only occur after centuries of rage.

Whatever chance happenstance made this happen, Meukat is at peace with the world. Living a cozy life as a cave dwelling dork. Dawing cute fanart, taking naps often, and wearing what's cozy till it wears out and then sewing it back together herself. (With some mistakes here and there, like attempting to turn her cat hat into a hoodie, but sewing one side into the sleeve. But it's whatever.)

Her sleep schedule is… just the worst, purely because her naps throw off her internal clock and she loves being awake so she stays up late. Coffee addiction doesn't exactly help this, but it adds to her flowstate.

She's also VERY Autistic, obviously so to all her friends. Which makes her particularly huggy, supportive, and clingy. Some call it cringe, she calls it freedom.

She's also 1000000% besties with The Vile. He can be a dork at times, and very clueless, but Meukat gave her best furnished cave to him for a reason.

Because when someone's been through as much hell as he has, a generous gift from a friend is more than warranted. Poor guy…

Latara Pyrido, fusion of Latula and Damara. Created by Gamzee to combine Pyrope's desire to enforce authority with the sheer power and potential of a Megido.

Name is pronounced: Lah-tar-ah Pie-ree-doh

Trollian Tag: unyieldingSeriph

Strife Specibus: Canekind

Fetch Modus: Luck

Lusus: Father Owl

The definition of "by the books." In fact, that's hardly a proper description. Latara is not just dedicated to the rule of law, not even just dedicated to criminal punishment. Rather, she REVELS in enforcing law, narcing on her friends, and throwing the book at anyone who looks at her wrong.

She has a deeply seeded, extremely fierce, and often passionate rivalry with Nepezi. That hooligan is Number 1 in her most wanted list, and she carries one of Nepezi's quarters with her at all times to remind her of her mission. (Like, seriously, quarters in a sock? Evil, dungeon, forever dungeon.)

With cane sword in hand, she's more than ready for her life's goal to be finished. She and Nepezi will finally be in the same space, ready for the only logical conclusion to their intense rivalry.

A makeout session for the ages. Obviously, I mean, duh. Have you SEEN how many of these Trolls are either acting against the status quo, have been brutalized by circumstance, and even had to face DEMONS??? Obviously the Law and Order stuff is more about principles and making an ideal structure than ACTUALLY enforcing things like cullings or invasions.

…Okay, admittedly, she USED to be a bootlicker for the Condesce, most were. But then she met Meeioh. Seeing someone as strong, capable, AND kind as her convinced her that the rule of law should more be seen as a conversation of boundaries than anything.

Buuuuuuut playing Troll Cop is still fun, so having a rival of Ambiguous Quadrant is quite nice.

Still, when Her Imperious Condescension returns, if she at all interferes during or after this game of "Sburb," Latara is certain Meeioh will take the throne, and slay any who oppose her.

And when she does, Latara, as her most loyal advisor, will see to it that ALL who participated in "The Hunt" be culled with prejudice. Because no matter how many enemies she makes, Latara will always proudly say-

Justice for The Vile.

THE VILE

Once known as Kanhornus Zahamptas, fusion of Kankri, Horrus, and Cronus. Created by Gamzee to produce the most unstable possible personality.

Original name is pronounced: Can-horn-us Zuh-hamp-tus

Trollian Tag: regicideExtinction

Strife Specibus: Ropekind

Fetch Modus: Book

Lusus: DEAD (Mom Platypus)

To understand The Vile, one must remember that Her Imperius Condescension had been gone for some time. And the Trolls, in their hive-like mentality constructed mostly for war, began to grow paranoid at the wrath she'd bring upon her return.

The bootlickers and cowards set to work finding a sacrifice, meant as a scapegoat should their days without imperial commands be regarded as laziness and complacency. Someone had to be culled.

And one such Troll, if he could be called such a thing, had been making friends with lowbloods and highbloods alike. Yet his blood caste was a well kept secret.

Until one day, the secret got out. He was a mutant blood. That was all the reason they needed.

To the trolls performing their ritual, it had almost seemed logical. The Condesce will be pleased with their actions, the empire is secure, the order maintained. It didn't matter how rash, unorganized, and vicious it seemed. It was all for the greater good.

Every strike, though improvised, was a deserved punishment. As they slashed his eye blind, ripped off a finger from each hand, broke one of his horns, left most of his teeth in broken jagged chunks, and tore up the apparent gills remaining from some muddied violetblood genes, they felt secure in their rightful place as respected citizens of the empire.

It needn't have gone further than that. The example was made. They could have stopped there.

And then they came for his Lusus, and the carnage that came of it was too gruesome to put to words.

…One must also consider the blood castes. Is violence inherant to the nature of the colder castes? Kanhornus didn't believe so. Trolls have a natural sense of Collectivism in how they view life. If an individual dies, it's not much to consider. Not when the greater whole is safe and secure. With massive birth AND death rates, it seems only reasonable that smaller numbers be let go.

But then… Perhaps the opposite is true too. The supposed "lowbloods" have massive numbers, and like all the castes feel a sense of community. Many "lowbloods" are unconcerned with deaths in their number. What difference does it make? There will always be more bronzes rusts and golds to fill the gaps.

But then there's the "highbloods." Smaller in number, consistently smaller. The further and further you go up the caste the smaller the birthrate. If survival instinct doesn't exist in larger populations, perhaps it kicks into overdrive with smaller ones. Making them more combative and domineering.

So, what then happens, when a mutantblood is also a violetblood? Mutants aren't a distinct caste, they are mutations of available blood types.

What does it mean to have the ever present knowledge that you are, at ALL times disposable, and yet also so small in number you MUST defend your own life?

If you were Kanhornus, the day he had been "hunted," you would have broken instantly.

What once was a pacifistic and gentile soul, was twisted by a survival instinct that refuses to die, creating a rage that's always burning.

And that rage was the fire that forged The Vile, who grew to hate ALL who represent authority, but ESPECIALLY the highbloods.

A Troll who practices the art of strangulation day in and day out, ready and willing to end his enemies painfully, but efficiently.

Cruelty is for cowards and kings, justice is a simple execution.

He lives quietly, covertly, hidden to gather his strength and to not be taken down further by his enemies.

The few who know of him as an enemy are horrified, but if asked, they'd tell you it was necessary.

Her Imperius Condescension would have it no other way.

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