Alarch app draft #1

You are CALOIS ALARCH, and even at seven sweeps of age you have an eye for BUSINESS. To you, trolls and objects are all assets; things you can use to further your own goals. Oh, that's not to say your goals are always bad - you take care of your resources as befitting of their castes, because what good is a dissatisfied peon? No, you simply know that everything has value. Value you are more than willing to exploit.

You've chosen to take on the responsibility of being a businesswoman. Not every kid can while away their time with fun and games! You're much more FOCUSED than that. You know your trade well, and you hope to escape the drudgery of paperwork with your skills when it comes time to leave Alternia. Most of all, you hope to live up to your ancestor, Merchant Thiennga, who headed the Cygnus trading company and brought it to glory. You mostly trade in WEAPONS, with FLARPers as your main target audience, but you have a soft spot in your vascular pump for the SPICE TRADE. If only more trolls appreciated the value of good spice. Grubsauce really is only the tip of the iceberg.

The hemospectrum is all very well and good as far as you and your teal blood are concerned. When you grow up, it will give you plenty of workers while providing you with powerful clients. You frankly have NO ISSUE WITH IT. For now, though, employees are beyond your young grasp; in lieu of bodyguards, you use the PISTOLKIND strife specibus to ensure your safety. But that's not quite all there is to say about you and the hemospectrum, is it? No, it can't pass without mentioning your slight platonic PITY for the lower classes. You've been known to involve yourself in their conflicts, using your higher blood to ensure a better outcome than death for the wretched creatures. It's only to earn you loyalty, of course!

You travel often, riding on your back of your giant long-necked featherbeast. Your hive -- a villa in the valley -- is more of a vacation spot than a real residence of yours, for all the time you spend in it. You have a sopor-filled facemask specifically designed for sleeping on the go, but it doesn't work as well as a full sopor bath, which often leaves you IRRITABLE. You try to hide this irritability, though, because it doesn't benefit you at all. (It's always about what benefits you, isn't it?)

You use the HAGGLE modus, which requires you to convince your modus that any item you offer it is worth the item you want to take out. You can convince it to give you smaller items for free, but larger items will require some sort of recompensation. You usually carry around a bag of coins on your person for the purpose of quickly taking things out. (You retrieve those coins later by recalibrating your modus, of course -- but since that dumps all your items onto the ground, you prefer to do it in the safety of your own hive.)

Your trolltag is piquantMerchant, and .you punctuate at the beginning too. ?see?

You are the Seer of Hope in the Land of Steel and Optimism.