Player Information::
Player Name: Amy
Age: 31
Timezone: EST
Personal Journal: palmedfire
Contact Information: Email: palmedfire@gmail.com, Plurk: otokoyakudream, AIM: palmedfire, Other: n/a.


Character Information::
Name: Phesta Diamyn
Age: 7.38 Sweeps/16 years
Gender: Female
Symbol:
Blood Caste: Green
Psionics: None

Trollian Handle: ironicContraptor
Strife Specibus: flamethrowerkind
Fetch Modus: Toolbox - This fetch modus sorts items into categories based on size and type, and then shoves them into ‘drawers’. Phesta must access drawers randomly to find what item she’s looking for. She can never find it on the first try.

Quadrants: None filled currently

Game Alias: Contraptor
Lusus: Phesta’s lusus is a roughly horse-sized praying mantis-like creature, though it has four pairs of legs instead of three. The first pair is typical praying mantis pincers, and the back two pairs are walking limbs, but the second pair end in crude manipulators, allowing the lusus to pick up and carry objects. Phesta doesn't really have a name for her, she just makes a 'kkkk' sound in the back of her throat when she wants her lusus's attention.

History: Even when going through the trials that would earn her her lusus, Phesta showed an instinctive knack for as she puts it "making shit out of other shit". She was outclassed strength-wise by many of the terrors she faced in her, and had to rely on improvised weaponry and cleverness to survive. But she did, and was chosen by her lusus who then carried her to one of the unclaimed lawnrings outside of one of the largest troll cities for their new hive.

As Phesta was growing up, her lusus would wander out, sometimes for days, only to return with various bits of scrap and trash. To keep herself occupied while her lusus was away, Phesta started tinkering with the trash her lusus brought back, trying to turn it into something useful. It was difficult because she'd often find herself missing vital components. So she started going out with her lusus sometimes, to find the pieces she needed. On a distressingly large number of occasions, this brought her into face-to-face contact with other trolls. While she was an avid user of Trollian, she discovered that in face-to-face conversations, she tended to stumble over words, and otherwise have trouble communicating. Since this made her feel stupid, she started lashing out when she saw other trolls, starting fights before she could be forced to try to have conversations. She wasn't particularly good at fighting at first, but she learned quickly. Once she put together and finetuned her flamethrower that helped a lot in keeping other trolls away from her.

While she didn't actually participate in FLARP, Phesta did own the manuel, and would read it often, daydreaming about how she would totally own at the game if she played. When HIC was released, she was one of the early players, loving the ability to interact with other players without having to *actually* interact with other trolls. While she wasn't the founder of her guild, she was one of the first group of members, and she's stayed in it the whole time she's played. Granted, she didn't always get along with the other members - okay, to be fair she rarely got along with many of her guildmates. She'd have ditched the guild except that the biggest and best monsters required more than one person to fight them (well, fight them and survive at least), so she stuck it out, even though she was convinced she knew the game better than almost anyone. In reality while she was skilled at the fighting and alchemizing aspects of the game, her grasp of tactics was limited to 'do as much damage as quickly as possible'. Fortunately she was quite willing to leave 'boring' tactics and leadership to others. As long as she got to do what she was good at, she was (mostly) happy.

Personality: Phesta is convinced she's the smartest troll on all of Alternia. She's not, but that doesn't stop her from insisting she is. She is clever though, and a quite talented inventor. She's always had a talent and a love for tinkering with the various crap her lusus brings home, turning it from trash into something useful and/or awesome. Or trying to at least. However, if a project gets too frustrating or doesn't work like she wants it to, she tends smash it up in her frustration. Even when she doesn't get frustrated, her inventions have a tendency to blow up or fly apart in a dramatic, violent fashion. Her hive is littered with the debris of such failed inventions, as Phesta is too lazy to clean up after herself. She makes sure there are thin paths for her and her lusus to walk on, but anyone else coming into her hive is likely to step on things repeatedly.

Not that she's likely to invite any other trolls into her hive. She has no problems talking on Trollian or in HIC, but face-to-face meetings make her feel nervous and stupid. Since she hates feeling stupid, she tends to lash out with very little provocation, which has earned her a reputation for being unstable. Really she just wishes she could stay in her hive, tinkering with her devices, and only talk to other trolls via the computer.

She presents herself as being exceedingly overconfident, especially in HIC. She'll pretend she knows everything and gets very defensive when it's pointed out that she doesn't. In general though her overconfidence is a cover for her crippling inability to deal with people in real life. She knows she's going to have to provide genetic material for the drones at some point, and that requires relationships with other trolls and she's just not good at that and, and... And then she gets frustrated and breaks more things. She tries to tell herself she doesn't care, but she does get lonely with only her lusus for company, and she gets very envious of other trolls who talk about getting together offline. Which usually just leads to her being even snarkier.

Appearance:
Because she so rarely sees other trolls, Phesta doesn't take much care with her physical appearance. Her hair is usually messy, though her lusus combs through it often enough to keep it from being a total mass of tangles. Her clothes almost all have holes or scorch marks from accidents with her inventions. Though it's not very high in the hemospectrum, Phesta really likes her blood color, and so likes wearing overshirts in it. Otherwise she tends to stick to plain black clothing. It doesn't show oil stains or scorch marks as much.

Her horns curve back above her hair, but following the curve of her skull. The right one is bent like the tip of her symbol.

Preferred Classes: Maid, Witch, Rogue
Preferred Aspects: Space, Mind, Hope
Preferred Denizen: Lilith, Mnemosyne, Nüwa


Trolling Sample: here

Prose Sample: Muttering curses, Phesta kicked open the door to her hive and dumped the load of scrap she'd been carrying in the first empty space she could find. She was exhausted, pissed off, and felt disgusting. Which meant it had been a pretty average trip to the scrap yards. She grabbed a rag from an overcrowded table and began rubbing down her flamethrower as she picked her way through the mess to her desk and opened her husktop. Nothing but obnoxious spam messages.

"Fuck," she muttered as she set the flamethrower to lean against the desk. Her lusus let out a questioning series of clicks and scraping noises as it picked its own way over to where she was sitting and started combing through her hair. Phesta shook her head and glared at the husktop's screen. No messages and no one interesting on Trollian either. She leaned back in her chair trying to decide what to do. She had a new load of scrap, so she could start on a new project. Maybe she could finally get a hoverboard to actually work instead of exploding the moment you stepped on it. Or she could fiddle with the plans for a stealth suit so she could go out without constantly having to worry she'd run in to someone. But that was all work and she was tired. Maybe she'd just log on and play some HIC for a while. Some grinding ahead of time could land her some sweet new gear to help her really stand out in tonight's raid. Maybe enough that some of the shithive maggots in the guild would finally realize how much she was really carrying the team. Yea, that would be awesome. She was halfway to opening the program when another set of clicks from her lusus stopped her. At first she couldn't figure out what had drawn the creature's attention until she looked down at her prong and saw her own green blood still seeping from several cuts. She needed to clean that up before she did anything else, and if she was going to do that, she might as well just use the ablution trap and get all clean.

"You're as bad as a moirail" she muttered to her lusus as she shoved her chair back and made her way over to the ablutionblock. Her lusus just made an approving trill and turned its attention to picking through the various trash and broken devices that littered the hive. Sometimes, Phesta was sure her lusus was eating some of those remains, but she'd never been able to catch it at it. So she just shook her head and turned back towards the ablutionblock. If she washed quickly, she still might be able to get a little grinding in before the raid.