Dothaz App
Dec. 12th, 2013 10:50 pmPlayer Information::
Player Name: Waffle
Age: 29
Timezone: MST
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Character Information::
Name: Dothaz Thoren
Age: 7 sweeps - 15 years
Gender: Male
Symbol:
(the letter Thorn)
Blood Caste: Blue - #2B86D3
Psionics: None
Trollian Handle: unrequitedVeracity
Strife Specibus: Scythekind
Fetch Modus: Cyclopean. Everything stacks on top of each other with no gaps into one interlocked tower. He can retrieve from any part of the modus, but there’s always a likelihood of the whole thing crashing down if he picks something structure bearing. (think Jenga)
Quadrants: A Kismesis, who will not be coming along on this adventure. He has not been able to successfully fill either of his flushed quadrants because of gaping holes in his ability to give a damn beyond getting people to like him.
Game Alias: grinReaper
Lusus: Wrecks an 8 foot long Postosuchus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postosuchus) who is a bit like a cross between a dinosaur and a dog.
History: Dothaz was nothing special as a grub, and his lusus only really picked him because Dothaz was already attempting to climb on top of him when Wrecks wandered too close to the caverns. But like a good lusus, Wrecks grew into the position, and then some. Dothaz never had to hunt as a wiggler, even when his neighbors of a similar age were taking the live food procurement duties on themselves. Wrecks was as loyal and loving as a good barkbeast, but woe be unto any who called him “Rex” to Dothaz over trollian. It would be safe to say that the blue blood grew up with a more manageable lusus than most and was to some extent spoiled by the experience.
But even though he never wanted for anything, Dothaz was not a slacker. He studied his school feed carefully, achieved in every way a good troll should, because he has spent his whole life assuming he was the be all end all troll. The greatest who had or would ever live. The movie “Troll Matrix Wherein All Trolls Are Used to Power Machines That Enslave Their Minds Except For a Few” was (to him) a preemptive and very loosely based biography of Dothaz Thoren. The word “humble” does not really exist for him.
Anyone who couldn’t be brought around to his way of thinking was dead to him, even if it wasn’t always literal. Unlike many trolls who cull for necessity or experience of it, Dothaz culls almost exclusively to satisfy his own ego. He almost acts more like an indigo blood than a blue blood, except for the fact that he never personally culled that many other trolls. He almost always culls on a sudden and impulsive decision, and he could count the number of calculated and well planned kills on one frond.
For all of this, Dothaz has been successful and relatively low key. He has a number of trolls under his control that he can count on in a pinch (none of whom will be as privileged as Dothaz is to try out a new and interesting sounding SGRUB game).
Personality: Dothaz is essentially the troll equivalent of a psychopath. He is incredibly self centered, even by Alternian standards, because as far as he’s concerned he is the only one in the whole world who truly matters. Everyone else is there to serve, love and worship him; they just don’t know it yet. Like many psychopaths he can and does fit into normal society, he’s even considered likeable, but just because he’s sweet on the outside doesn’t mean he’s sweet all the way down.
On the outside Dothaz is often calm and reasonable, taking most things easily and to people who have just met him he probably seems like a huge pale tease. But only when he finds use or need in the trolls he’s talking to. He will happily sit and “listen” to other trolls problems, even making insightful remarks at appropriate times so long as he believes the other half of the conversation will be his to use when the time is right. Dothaz may even use information given to him in confidence to blackmail or manipulate other trolls who trusted him.
Because he has little to no actual interest in others, Dothaz can come across as stuck up and cold when he isn’t making an attempt to be ingratiating. Part of it is his tendency to talk about himself in a pretentious third person manner, but it also has to do with his general disinterest in people he views as useless. His conversations can have some whiplash as his somewhat fickle tastes may change spontaneously.
Dothaz lacks remorse, and feels no guilt regarding his own actions. Even when he does something he can agree on a larger sense is “wrong” the fault always lies with someone else. He will, with total sincerity, blame a troll he’s just killed for their own death, regardless of circumstance. It’s safe to say that he has never had a single troubled day’s sleep in his life, despite having done some truly reprehensible things. His lack of guilt also leads him to be incredibly cool under pressure. In his world view, nothing bad can truly happen to him, which means that no matter what insane shit is happening around him, he isn’t going to be ruffled.
For all of his calm under pressure, Dothaz has some fairly quick and massive mood swings. They are usually a result of perceived insult or other internal mechanisms. Thankfully, even though he can snap quickly, he usually falls back out of his bad temper just as quickly.
Appearance: Dothaz is tall, slim and wiry. His horns just straight up and then curve back toward his skull, with a short nub at the apex. The main part of the horns turn toward each other so they almost touch, a bit like he has an ‘r’ and a backward ‘r’ when he’s seen head on. His hair and skin are always in flawless shape, he takes special care about his appearance. Dothaz does have a single scar along one cheek that he earned when he was fairly young and hasn’t molted out of yet. He makes no attempt to hide the scar but is careful not to draw attention to it either. His smile is somewhat on the disturbing side, as it highlights his deeper instability.
His clothing choices are simple, although he prefers button down shirts to t-shirts. They’re always in black with his sign monogrammed (by hand) on the right side. They are the same shade as his black pants.
Preferred Classes: Thief, Prince, Page
Preferred Aspects: Rage, Life, Doom
Preferred Denizen: N/A
Trolling Sample:
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=9386#cmt9386
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=31658#cmt31658
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=33194#cmt33194
Prose Sample:
Dothaz waited impatiently for the arrival of his faithful lusus. Wrecks had been out most of the night, and he was starting to think he might be orphaned at this rate. It was rare that his faithful companion wasn’t by his side when he wanted, but Dothaz was less worried than he was annoyed. The last thing he had wanted to do today was track down a missing lusus.
It didn’t take long for Dothaz to move from annoyed to outright furious, his moods rarely came in any way but full on swings. So with dark resignation he donned his second best jacket (no sense in ruining his best one if Wrecks was in genuine trouble) equipped a freshly sharpened scythe and headed out of his hive.
The next closest hive was home to a troll who was, for better or worse, utterly terrified of Dothaz. He could see the foolish olive-blooded boy sink out of sight when he stepped out, but not far enough that the tips of his horns disappeared. Utter fool. Dothaz was almost fond of him, if only for the fact that the olive-blood was easy to both predict and manipulate. Dothaz knocked on the door of his hive with the end of his scythe.
“Bolair. One doesn’t wish to interrupt, but one did see you up in your room. Come down and speak to one for a bit and he will leave what you generously call a hive in peace.”
When Dothaz could see the tips of horns at the front window he decided he didn’t have time for Bolair’s usual song and dance and just asked what he was there to ask. “Did you happen to see which way one’s lusus went?” And for once, his useless lump of a neighbor was some help, pointing west, toward the wetlands.
It was impossible for someone as experienced and gifted as Dothaz to miss his lusus hiding in the water with his eyes closed trying to look like a rock. Was he actually out hunting right now? Dothaz scoffed and poked his lusus in the back with his scythe. “Get out of there, we don’t need more dead things in the hive just now. Out or I will slice you up and have you as my next meal!”
He wasn’t serious about hurting his dear Wrecks, but his tone was enough to get his guardian out of the water. Dothaz even got a ride back to his hive on his lusus’s back, and no matter how much it made him feel like a wiggler, he held his head high in challenge to anyone who would question it.
Player Name: Waffle
Age: 29
Timezone: MST
Personal Journal:
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Character Information::
Name: Dothaz Thoren
Age: 7 sweeps - 15 years
Gender: Male
Symbol:
(the letter Thorn)Blood Caste: Blue - #2B86D3
Psionics: None
Trollian Handle: unrequitedVeracity
Strife Specibus: Scythekind
Fetch Modus: Cyclopean. Everything stacks on top of each other with no gaps into one interlocked tower. He can retrieve from any part of the modus, but there’s always a likelihood of the whole thing crashing down if he picks something structure bearing. (think Jenga)
Quadrants: A Kismesis, who will not be coming along on this adventure. He has not been able to successfully fill either of his flushed quadrants because of gaping holes in his ability to give a damn beyond getting people to like him.
Game Alias: grinReaper
Lusus: Wrecks an 8 foot long Postosuchus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postosuchus) who is a bit like a cross between a dinosaur and a dog.
History: Dothaz was nothing special as a grub, and his lusus only really picked him because Dothaz was already attempting to climb on top of him when Wrecks wandered too close to the caverns. But like a good lusus, Wrecks grew into the position, and then some. Dothaz never had to hunt as a wiggler, even when his neighbors of a similar age were taking the live food procurement duties on themselves. Wrecks was as loyal and loving as a good barkbeast, but woe be unto any who called him “Rex” to Dothaz over trollian. It would be safe to say that the blue blood grew up with a more manageable lusus than most and was to some extent spoiled by the experience.
But even though he never wanted for anything, Dothaz was not a slacker. He studied his school feed carefully, achieved in every way a good troll should, because he has spent his whole life assuming he was the be all end all troll. The greatest who had or would ever live. The movie “Troll Matrix Wherein All Trolls Are Used to Power Machines That Enslave Their Minds Except For a Few” was (to him) a preemptive and very loosely based biography of Dothaz Thoren. The word “humble” does not really exist for him.
Anyone who couldn’t be brought around to his way of thinking was dead to him, even if it wasn’t always literal. Unlike many trolls who cull for necessity or experience of it, Dothaz culls almost exclusively to satisfy his own ego. He almost acts more like an indigo blood than a blue blood, except for the fact that he never personally culled that many other trolls. He almost always culls on a sudden and impulsive decision, and he could count the number of calculated and well planned kills on one frond.
For all of this, Dothaz has been successful and relatively low key. He has a number of trolls under his control that he can count on in a pinch (none of whom will be as privileged as Dothaz is to try out a new and interesting sounding SGRUB game).
Personality: Dothaz is essentially the troll equivalent of a psychopath. He is incredibly self centered, even by Alternian standards, because as far as he’s concerned he is the only one in the whole world who truly matters. Everyone else is there to serve, love and worship him; they just don’t know it yet. Like many psychopaths he can and does fit into normal society, he’s even considered likeable, but just because he’s sweet on the outside doesn’t mean he’s sweet all the way down.
On the outside Dothaz is often calm and reasonable, taking most things easily and to people who have just met him he probably seems like a huge pale tease. But only when he finds use or need in the trolls he’s talking to. He will happily sit and “listen” to other trolls problems, even making insightful remarks at appropriate times so long as he believes the other half of the conversation will be his to use when the time is right. Dothaz may even use information given to him in confidence to blackmail or manipulate other trolls who trusted him.
Because he has little to no actual interest in others, Dothaz can come across as stuck up and cold when he isn’t making an attempt to be ingratiating. Part of it is his tendency to talk about himself in a pretentious third person manner, but it also has to do with his general disinterest in people he views as useless. His conversations can have some whiplash as his somewhat fickle tastes may change spontaneously.
Dothaz lacks remorse, and feels no guilt regarding his own actions. Even when he does something he can agree on a larger sense is “wrong” the fault always lies with someone else. He will, with total sincerity, blame a troll he’s just killed for their own death, regardless of circumstance. It’s safe to say that he has never had a single troubled day’s sleep in his life, despite having done some truly reprehensible things. His lack of guilt also leads him to be incredibly cool under pressure. In his world view, nothing bad can truly happen to him, which means that no matter what insane shit is happening around him, he isn’t going to be ruffled.
For all of his calm under pressure, Dothaz has some fairly quick and massive mood swings. They are usually a result of perceived insult or other internal mechanisms. Thankfully, even though he can snap quickly, he usually falls back out of his bad temper just as quickly.
Appearance: Dothaz is tall, slim and wiry. His horns just straight up and then curve back toward his skull, with a short nub at the apex. The main part of the horns turn toward each other so they almost touch, a bit like he has an ‘r’ and a backward ‘r’ when he’s seen head on. His hair and skin are always in flawless shape, he takes special care about his appearance. Dothaz does have a single scar along one cheek that he earned when he was fairly young and hasn’t molted out of yet. He makes no attempt to hide the scar but is careful not to draw attention to it either. His smile is somewhat on the disturbing side, as it highlights his deeper instability.
His clothing choices are simple, although he prefers button down shirts to t-shirts. They’re always in black with his sign monogrammed (by hand) on the right side. They are the same shade as his black pants.
Preferred Classes: Thief, Prince, Page
Preferred Aspects: Rage, Life, Doom
Preferred Denizen: N/A
Trolling Sample:
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=9386#cmt9386
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=31658#cmt31658
http://shenanigames.dreamwidth.org/5802.html?thread=33194#cmt33194
Prose Sample:
Dothaz waited impatiently for the arrival of his faithful lusus. Wrecks had been out most of the night, and he was starting to think he might be orphaned at this rate. It was rare that his faithful companion wasn’t by his side when he wanted, but Dothaz was less worried than he was annoyed. The last thing he had wanted to do today was track down a missing lusus.
It didn’t take long for Dothaz to move from annoyed to outright furious, his moods rarely came in any way but full on swings. So with dark resignation he donned his second best jacket (no sense in ruining his best one if Wrecks was in genuine trouble) equipped a freshly sharpened scythe and headed out of his hive.
The next closest hive was home to a troll who was, for better or worse, utterly terrified of Dothaz. He could see the foolish olive-blooded boy sink out of sight when he stepped out, but not far enough that the tips of his horns disappeared. Utter fool. Dothaz was almost fond of him, if only for the fact that the olive-blood was easy to both predict and manipulate. Dothaz knocked on the door of his hive with the end of his scythe.
“Bolair. One doesn’t wish to interrupt, but one did see you up in your room. Come down and speak to one for a bit and he will leave what you generously call a hive in peace.”
When Dothaz could see the tips of horns at the front window he decided he didn’t have time for Bolair’s usual song and dance and just asked what he was there to ask. “Did you happen to see which way one’s lusus went?” And for once, his useless lump of a neighbor was some help, pointing west, toward the wetlands.
It was impossible for someone as experienced and gifted as Dothaz to miss his lusus hiding in the water with his eyes closed trying to look like a rock. Was he actually out hunting right now? Dothaz scoffed and poked his lusus in the back with his scythe. “Get out of there, we don’t need more dead things in the hive just now. Out or I will slice you up and have you as my next meal!”
He wasn’t serious about hurting his dear Wrecks, but his tone was enough to get his guardian out of the water. Dothaz even got a ride back to his hive on his lusus’s back, and no matter how much it made him feel like a wiggler, he held his head high in challenge to anyone who would question it.
