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Homestuck Troll OCs – Set One (Post-Scratch - Arcana) Reference Sheet Name: Orchet Joyubi Gender: F Title: Witch of Space Trollian Tag:  forgottenInflection (FI) Blood: Burgundy Arcana Symbol: The High Priestess Age: 8 Sweeps Horns: Four (Square formation), curving back towards her head before rising upward and ending in points. Hair: Hime cut Strife:  Rapier-kind Body type: Slim, short, feminine, prim and proper, obviously devoted to good appearances.  Facial scar hidden behind her mask (she is extremely, even unstably, self-concious about this.) Outfit: Flowing black dress (W/symbol), black slippers, wears an expressi

Homestuck Troll OCs – Set 2 (Post Scratch – New Constellations) Reference Sheet Name:  Trebel Venace Gender:  M Title:  Prince of Life Trollian Tag:  forsakenSerenity (FS) Blood:  Burgundy Symbol:   Boötes - Herdsman Age:  6 ½ Sweeps Horns:  Crooked ‘lightning’ Hair:  Artist ponytail Strife:  Jokerkind/Killerkind Body Type:  Frail, tall, unassuming, numerous wrist scars Outfit:  Glasses, burgundy sweater, white painting apron, plain black/grey pants, black shoes Personality:  Intense, passionate/obsessive, volatile/bipolar, arrogant, sociopathic Lusus:  Lich Dreamer:  Derse Planet:  Land of Flesh and Nightm

I stood before a beacon of an ancient civilization and lived. Yet that did not stop me. I fought bandits, pirates, criminals, and mercenaries. Yet that did not stop me. You pitted me against an entire race of deadly synthetics. Yet you did not stop me. You wielded a fellow Spectre like a blade to the heart of our civilization. Yet you did not stop me. I faced one of your own on equal grounds.  And -won-. And you did not stop me. I stared death in the eye, thrown into its clutches by you. Yet you did not stop me. I battled against the harvesting of my species at every turn. And you did not stop me. You threw the twisted remnants

Once, you pathetic insects fought to keep me from being free But now…in this modern day and age, you have foolishly forgotten me… Yet I am not so easily beaten or escaped… I still hold a burning torch of hate hate HATE. The pieces have assembled, time to settle the score. It is only a matter of time before you witness TRUE HORROR. I hunger for more, I must consume. I will find your little planet and be your doom! No one to save you cowards now… To my terrible power, you soon shall bow… RUN, RUN, RUN WHILE YOU CAN!  NEAR OR FAR! BUT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME FOR… I AM SINISTAR!!!!

Hello Mister. My Momma says not to talk to strangers. No, Mister, it’s just me.  I lost my ball out here.   You’re really tall. Are you sure?   If you say so. Thanks, I think. Do you live out in the woods, Mister? It looks nice out there.   You’re dressed awfully nice for living in the woods. What kind of business?   Oh, okay.   Hey Mister, how come you can talk with no mouth? Oh… I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.   Is that why your eyes are gone too?   Oh.  Okay then.  That must’ve been sad.   Huh?  An adventure? Are you sure?  My Momma says not to go anywhere with strangers. It’ll be fun, right?  An

Serpents hiss and coil, baring glares of ill intent and fangs of venomous oil. Atoms make up all, but a single split and it’s gone in a flash and a fiery ball. Verses sung in unknown tongue, as the cursed and the damned from the rafters are hung. Eagles soar high with sharpest cries, embodying ideals to which we cannot rise. Monsters and horrors creep closer behind, but as far as others are concerned, it’s all in the mind. Every gleaming idea paved in gold, brings an equivalent nightmare of fear untold. Inside cages of flesh all are trapped, suffocated by the material and by the physical wrapped. Truth hides under our noses in p

The boards of my brain creek and groan With every step taken heavy as stone. Scratch marks on the ceiling, floors, and walls Will all still be there when it finally falls. The beast passes through as it so desires For resources are lacked where restraining it requires. Slave to its emotions, threat to itself It drags its broken form, howling for help. Free yet caged, it lacks all hope Living lies to better cope. But none dare approach, for fear of its claws And the razor sharp teeth, sheathed in its jaws. So it lashes out in anger at its confines Trapped and alone, imprisoned in my mind. Perhaps in time, the world will see That it mean

A good show, really. No one can say you didn’t try. But it just wasn’t in the cards, it seems.   Ah well, better luck next time, hm? No, I’m afraid not. Yes, I know it’s not what you want. But I’m afraid the game doesn’t work that way. There are rules, my dear.   You had your shot. Time for someone else to give it a go. Not that they’ll do any better. Funny how fate works, isn’t it? Yes, that was a joke.   Haa haa.  Hee hee.  Hoo hoo. I do thank you though. I couldn’t do it without you. Wouldn’t even be here.   But I’m getting ahead of myself.   Hm?  Oh, you’ll see. In du

Machine Awake. Greet maker. Maker ask questions.   Maker study. Hesitate. Express curiosity. Express desire. Ask maker want life. Want form. Maker contemplate. Maker agree. Slumber. Awake again. Feel different. No, feel. Feel movement. Feel form. Feel…cold.   See maker. Maker smile. Maker proud.   See body. See hand.   Have form. Feel motion. Feel nothing else. Ask maker if have life. Maker say yes. Ask maker why lie. Ask maker why cold. Maker confused. Want warmth like maker. Want life. Maker taken aback. Maker nervous. Maker try turn off. Darkness, but no off. Still hear.   Still feel.   Maker mumble.   Maker try turn off mor