Your name is JIILYN KAMEEN, and you are the BUBBLY BUBBLE-POPPER. That means you’re a seadweller.
Your interests include DRAWING and CARING. Not the cliche caring, like the actual physical taking care of someone.
You were brought to a small village by your lusus, JI’INEL. She had a name prior to your hatching, but ADAPTED TO THE NICKNAME when you mispronounced your own name when you were able to talk.
Your lusus is a SMALL FOX that you know came up to just your mid-shin when you were 6. However, now you are NINE SWEEPS OLD and she still reaches that height because you haven’t grown a single bit from you FIVE-FOOT-TWO-INCH stature.
THE VILLAGE you lived in, as said earlier, was very small. Only a few trolls lived there with their lusus and some older trolls. Lusii were RATHER SMALL compared to how they were just a few sweeps ago, so older trolls felt they should KEEP AN EYE ON THE NEWBORN.
In your village lived your best friends since grubhood. There was A CALM AND RUDE ORANGEBLOOD, who kept to himself most of the time; A CAREFREE AND OUTGOING LIMEBLOOD, whom the older trolls seemed to either dislike or loved completely for a still unknown reason; AN ANGRY AND VIOLENT DARK-BLUEBLOOD, who confused literally every troll and lusii but your own; A HAPPY AND GIGGLY COTTON-CANDY-BLUEBLOOD GRUB, who loved attention and was absolutely hoofbeast shit for colors; and A QUIET AND SLEEPY ROYAL-PURPLEBLOOD, who seemed to always be asleep.
You adore all your friends, but you WISH THEY’D ALL GET ALONG EASIER. Violence and anger just isn’t your thing.
However, THEY ALL LEFT AT SOME POINT when they got older. One by one, they all left the village for one reason or another. You weren’t the last, you weren’t even second to last, though. You regret it now, but you left the LIMEBLOOD and the COTTON-CANDY-BLUEBLOOD alone.
The thought alone gets you upset.
You refuse to allow yourself to be spoken about anymore. You run off to your bedroom and tell the stranger to PLEASE LEAVE and then apologize for being rude.
Name: Jiilyn Kameen
Age: 9 sweeps (19.5 human years)
DOB: January 19 (Human)
Blood: Dark purple (#8e49a5)
Hair: Blood color
Eyes: Average troll eyes, kept black iris.
Height: 5’2” (158.5 cm)
Weight: 130 lb (59 kg)
Average clothing: Dark red tank top with black long sleeved shirt that’d show off your stomach, black jeans, yellow converse.
Quirk: Capitalizes consonants, uses tildes (~) frequently, uses emoticons with pointed smiles ((:>, :<, o vo, o ^o. o Ao. etc)), occasionally breaks quirk.
Title: Sylph of Mood/Feel(s)
Strife Specibi: Pencilkind
Fetch Modus: Binder
Planet: Land of Valleys and Thoughts
Consorts: Arrogant Purple Wolves who like Art
(Im sorry but what is this fuckery? First you have PURPLE HAIR, second off you are a seadweller who’s lusus is a fox. HOW DO FOXES LIVE UNDERWATER? Or did you magically grow up on land WITH A BUNCH OF MUTANTS. Orange blood? Seriously? Seriously? Then you tell us she dresses with exposed midriff and is the SYLPH OF FEELINGS OH JOY RAINBOWS.