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Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.
You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.
The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters. You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate. Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe. Whatever. Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.
Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature. You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory. If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is. You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.
What’s a Trolltag? Sounds gross.
Rennoh Cadrea and Palmia Nasrin have been added.
Bios here.
The Párisi Udvar in Budapest, Hungary. Arcade/department store/ galleria built 1907-1913, in a mix of styles- venetian gothic, orientalism, jugendstil, renaissance.
"...It's the cultural nature of Alternia. The Higher Blood Castes subjugate and kill "mutant" or Lowbloods, for sport and to..." Stelle cringed, "Blood as paint. It's gruesome, largely illegal on Harmous. However Alternia has been sending Poachers for rare blood colors. If I appear, I'm immediately a target. It's why I was raised here."
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stelle listened, and then gestured the Duke to follow. "All right... Lone Moon's palace will change in its paths, depending on the paths you take. I can help you interpret what is seen, Your Excellency"
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
(Mira Fujita, others unknown/vintage)
The White Pierrot is typically depicted as wearing monochrome, most commonly white (though black is worn too). In many of the tales starting on Harmonus and from other universes that had Trolls, the White Pierrot represents innocence, softness, and mystery. In Hemospectrum folklore, some Highbloods would dress trusted servants this way, even hiding in their own illegitimate or adopted children (Marbled Highblood did so with Anoint Cadrea and Fiauna Nasrin).
It is believed the white coloration would reveal injury to a leading Highblood, and a proper one would render aid and seek vengeance.
(Various vintage art: two unknown, Arlecchino ad, unknown)
Harlequin Pierrot are more colorful, conveying a character of mischief and merriment. This look was often worn by those skilled as oracles, as well as messengers between Highblood and cohorts. The colors are eye-catching, and also disguise any possible clue to the wearer's actual blood color. Harlequin also train newer Pierrot.
(Image Credit: ShotsforPassion)
At gradoise events, Highbloods would dress up all Pierrot and Harlequin to the nines as a display of wealth. Mannequins were also dressed in extra costumes. These lusciously dressed characters were expected to be silent and be part of the decor (just as well, as movement wasn’t easy). Some dramas also depicted assassins hiding among them, or quadrants blossoming in secrecy.
Soldan would find herself at a village bordering a looming forest. Trolls of varying ages were working. It was Boiling Season, and wheelbarrows laden with thick, deep red taproots were being taken to a workhouse. Adult Trolls were working there, as the children dug up taproots.
These Trolls lived in poverty, and as others were going to work in the workhouse, one would be seen gathering a bag and wearing a bell.
"New here?" One villager asked Soldan. "Looking for someone?"
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Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
A soft voice was heard. "Would you like some help?" Rennoh smiled, holding a basket of tools.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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