Jerift Kekose

You have a rather bad history when it comes to adventure, bumbling through every location from caves to forests. Some would call you CLUMSY, or even ANNOYING. From your various brushups with Death, your horns have been filed down to RATHER STRANGE PROPORTIONS. You generally enjoy GAMING or MUSIC when not out adventuring, playing on your blue HUSKTOP. Whenever you have the chance, you love to play multiplayer games with your friends, who usually get annoyed with your OVER-COMPETITIVE NATURE. Not that you're that good at it; you're just so volatile that you usually end up yelling obscenities at your opponents. The music, however, you play extremely LOUD. Whenever you choose to relax with some Alternian heavy rock, you always play it at obscenely ear-shattering levels.

When not doing any of those frivolous activities, you usually enjoy searching for your FLIGHTY AND UNRESPONSIVE LUSUS, who has mostly evaded your efforts by hiding in the caves. When you do manage to find him, however, you never seem to be able to bring the slippery little bastard to the surface. Whenever he has any fatherly guidance to give you, he always manages to do it by appearing to you in your adventures in some way or another. You have never managed to find where he lives and sleeps or even make any progress in such endeavors. He simply appears, gives you your instructions, and absconds further into the deep, dark caves beneath your hive.

Speaking of which, your hive is a rather isolated, sprawling estate not too far away from Joathi's expansive empire. You never question your younger self's decisions to create this masterpiece of a mystery mansion, with hidden compartments known only to the construction bots. You stumble onto them every now and then, usually accessing a new entrance to the caves in the process. One of the best compartments you found had a huge gaping hole to a whole system you had never explored before! You even found a small amount of 'treasure' down there: A bit of cloth and a few old coins. You were elated at the time. Ah... nostalgia.

Yeah, too bad about that now. You're in the Medium now! Your caves have been replaced by an intricate steam-driven basement. You have no idea what happened to your poor lusus at this point, and you hope he somehow hid somewhere where you have not found him quite yet. Yeah, it's a bit sad... but hey, adventure awaits, right?

Your trollhandle is  sonitusProcella, and you have a tendency to  BEGIN STATEMENT: /overreact to some BULLSHIT that you don't like\ You also emphasize  BEGIN STATEMENT: /words at seemingly RANDOM INTERVALS, which gives your VOICE a MELODRAMATIC sense to it\