Your name is CASSAN LYSIMA.
You exude a SENSE OF REGALITY due to the BLUE BLOOD within your veins. You have made it your goal to let ALL THOSE BELOW YOU IN THE HEMOSPECTRUM know their place. They tend not to forget as your favorite pastime is BEATING YOUR UNDERLINGS WITH YOUR CANE. In fact, you don’t just despise underlings, but your supierors, the highbloods, as well. As a matter of fact, ANYONE THAT IS NOT OF BLUE BLOOD seems to just irritate you. What irritates you even more is that NOBODY SEEMS TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE HEMOSPECTRUM ANYMORE. It’s not like you don’t understand that troll society is falling apart, but then shouldn’t everyone try to preserve their dying culture? You know it’s pointless now, but it gives you some comfort to know that you still have a place in things, even when meteors start to destroy the world around you. But whenever you get down, you can always count on finding the nearest underling and “reminding” them of his place with a loving “pat” on the head with your cane.
You have a strange fascination with GEMS. You use rather shady methods or procuring many of your GLIMMERING CRYSTALS. You tend to show off your many marvelous specimens by adorning them to your cane, which also gives you a +1 to your damage rolls when bludgeoning lowbloods. Your constant search and extreme hoarding have given rise to PARANOID TENDENCIES. Many trolls avoid talking about your collection out of fear of you suspecting them of PLANNING A HEIST.
Your troll tag is petulantOlympiad and you speak in a manner that ~is ELEGUANT yet CONVUOLUTEED as you tend to get carried AWIAY in the MOMEHNT since you just FAEL that what you are saying NIEDS to be HEERD and you begin pronouncing WOURDS in a way to make them sound more SUOPHISTICAHTEED even when it is quite EERRRRRUONEOUS… but eventually you remember what your initial point was, most of the time.
What will you do?