Gambit Khecking
Your name is GAMBIT KHECKE and you are a troll.
You have a variety of interests, sure, but the one thing that grabs you fully and urges you to move forward is CHESS. To grab life by the pawns and advance your army forward is something you quite look forward to, especially in every day life! Though, if you must, you will list your other interests. They include: WEATHER, PSYCHOLOGY, and FLARP. Especially making strategies for your team's FLARP runs.
Nevertheless, there are plenty other things to talk about aren't there? Let's move on. You spend QUITE A LOT OF TIME on the computer, trolling your friends and taking care of your lusus. Your lusus who happens to be a somewhat deranged looking beast, though quite cuddly when fed. If you had to simplify it, he simply looks like a GRYPHON WITH A CROWN SHOVED ON ITS HEAD. He's neat!
As for your natural blood color related abilities? You like to keep that a secret. Aka the mun hasn't decided yet. Though, it doesn't make you any less unique. A grand chess player never reveals their next move.
Oh, right, your blood. Your blood color is a NICE SHADE OF BLUE that you think suits you very well. In your mind, this makes you a Knight. A KNIGHT OF MIND to be exact, but that isn't very relevant as in your universe, SGRUB never happened. Haha, what is that? Some sort of food? Weird.
Your chum handle is prophylaxisKotov and you give kudos to anyone who actually realizes the origin of that. In fact, have a round of applause. Clap clap clap. You type in a Very ProPer and orderly way, taKing the time to Put thought into what you tyPe instead of tyPing like a deranged naKed nooK tree beast that other trolls seem to find intriguing. Go figure.
Except when you are angry. WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY YOU TEND TO FORGET YOUR QUIRk ASIDE FROM A FEW pECULIAR LETTERS THAT ARE ALSO QUITE pROMINENT IN YOUR NORMAL WAY OF TYPING! Verbally, however, you explode with the anger that takes over whenever you let yourself fall for that silly little emotion. Cursing and seething with anger, you begin to yell at whomever your anger is directed towards about their MOVES and why they would not decided to SACRIFICE SOME PAWNS FOR THE SAKE OF THE KING. Alas, you cannot understand everyone.
But you try.
Oh do you try.
Finding yourself in the place of the PLAYER of this grand chess game called life, you have a habit of MANIPULATING those who you see fit into making certain moves. Yet, if it's all in benefit of the KING then that isn't a very bad deal, yes? Usually you will only use the PAWNS OF THE LOWER CASTES instead of people as valuable as the KINGS AND QUEENS OF THE HIGHER CASTES. There's no need to shed valuable blood, of course.
Oh, you rue the day you find yourself someone worthy of being the player you play against in this game, you fated nemesis, your one true KISMESIS. The minds of other trolls will be flashed with all the DIFFERENT COLORS of the spectrum, unless physical contact is initiated. Then you will rely on your trusty DAGGERKIND for something of that sort.
Yet, you're not very social either. Preferring to stay in the background and pull the strings from there. Though, no, that's not a very nice metaphor. It somewhat stings your tongue. No no, you are the player planning the moves for your pieces. No strings attached.
It's a wonder you have any friends.
REF ONE. REF TWO. REF THREE.
REF FOUR. REF FIVE. REF SIX.
SYMBOL.
You have a variety of interests, sure, but the one thing that grabs you fully and urges you to move forward is CHESS. To grab life by the pawns and advance your army forward is something you quite look forward to, especially in every day life! Though, if you must, you will list your other interests. They include: WEATHER, PSYCHOLOGY, and FLARP. Especially making strategies for your team's FLARP runs.
Nevertheless, there are plenty other things to talk about aren't there? Let's move on. You spend QUITE A LOT OF TIME on the computer, trolling your friends and taking care of your lusus. Your lusus who happens to be a somewhat deranged looking beast, though quite cuddly when fed. If you had to simplify it, he simply looks like a GRYPHON WITH A CROWN SHOVED ON ITS HEAD. He's neat!
As for your natural blood color related abilities? You like to keep that a secret. Aka the mun hasn't decided yet. Though, it doesn't make you any less unique. A grand chess player never reveals their next move.
Oh, right, your blood. Your blood color is a NICE SHADE OF BLUE that you think suits you very well. In your mind, this makes you a Knight. A KNIGHT OF MIND to be exact, but that isn't very relevant as in your universe, SGRUB never happened. Haha, what is that? Some sort of food? Weird.
Your chum handle is prophylaxisKotov and you give kudos to anyone who actually realizes the origin of that. In fact, have a round of applause. Clap clap clap. You type in a Very ProPer and orderly way, taKing the time to Put thought into what you tyPe instead of tyPing like a deranged naKed nooK tree beast that other trolls seem to find intriguing. Go figure.
Except when you are angry. WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY YOU TEND TO FORGET YOUR QUIRk ASIDE FROM A FEW pECULIAR LETTERS THAT ARE ALSO QUITE pROMINENT IN YOUR NORMAL WAY OF TYPING! Verbally, however, you explode with the anger that takes over whenever you let yourself fall for that silly little emotion. Cursing and seething with anger, you begin to yell at whomever your anger is directed towards about their MOVES and why they would not decided to SACRIFICE SOME PAWNS FOR THE SAKE OF THE KING. Alas, you cannot understand everyone.
But you try.
Oh do you try.
Finding yourself in the place of the PLAYER of this grand chess game called life, you have a habit of MANIPULATING those who you see fit into making certain moves. Yet, if it's all in benefit of the KING then that isn't a very bad deal, yes? Usually you will only use the PAWNS OF THE LOWER CASTES instead of people as valuable as the KINGS AND QUEENS OF THE HIGHER CASTES. There's no need to shed valuable blood, of course.
Oh, you rue the day you find yourself someone worthy of being the player you play against in this game, you fated nemesis, your one true KISMESIS. The minds of other trolls will be flashed with all the DIFFERENT COLORS of the spectrum, unless physical contact is initiated. Then you will rely on your trusty DAGGERKIND for something of that sort.
Yet, you're not very social either. Preferring to stay in the background and pull the strings from there. Though, no, that's not a very nice metaphor. It somewhat stings your tongue. No no, you are the player planning the moves for your pieces. No strings attached.
It's a wonder you have any friends.
REF ONE. REF TWO. REF THREE.
REF FOUR. REF FIVE. REF SIX.
SYMBOL.
