Jaguara PathnsonerHomeStuck Troll OC Character Info:Jaguara Pathnsoner by Obissia
Name: Jaguara Pathnsoner
Title: Thief of Mind
Age: 7 Alternia Solarsweeps (around sixteen)
Screen Name: ToxicCyanide
Typing Style: starts most sentences with lolz to suggest joking nature and ends them with xD she also replaces all b's with v's, So one of her sentences; lolz Might look like this xD
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Strife Specibi(Weapon): Spearkind
Relations: (none currently)
Fetch Modus(If they have one): Checkers
Planet: Land of Thunderheads and Circles (LOTAC)
Likes: gambling, weaponry, rp-ing, destroying things that aren't her's, spears
Hates: getting caught red-handed, dogs, humans (to a degree), people correcting her and insulting her intelligence.
Bio: Jaguara grew up pretty wild, never listened to her Lusus beyond the lessons she need for survival, at three sweeps she had a bad run in with a blue-blood that formed a bad impression of all those higher than a jade in her mind. Lost her moirail to the same blue-blood at four sw
Dictionary for Breath Snatcher and Northern LightsDictionary for Breath Snatcher & Northern LightsDictionary for Breath Snatcher and Northern Lights by Obissia
Changing Age- the ages between 14-16 (through some can go through with the change later than others) when a Breath Snatcher takes a full transformation and must devour their first soul. Not matter the rank a Breath Snatcher must eat this first soul to continue living, the transformation is physically challenging and mentally strenuous. On average only 30 percent of Snatchers live through the change.
Nobles- The highest ranking of Breath Snatchers, they are told to be descendants of the Original Sun Vestal and Moon Mother. Likewise are the oldest among the race and have few traces to humans.
Bloodlines- long family lines that are often either 'gifted' or noble. These families often date far back to the time of the ancestors and are fairly hidden.
'Gifts'- 'Gifts' is a loose term that refers to rare abilities and inheritance cycles in the Breath Snatcher race. Most 'gifts' are found specifically in bloodlines and are passed by birthright f
Dr. Soren DominikssenName: Dr. Soren DominikssenDr. Soren Dominikssen by Obissia
Age: In Apperence he is in his late thirties (his aging has slowed now, since a troll-life span extends over hundreds of years) but is actually eighty or so.
Title: Dr. Dominikssen, King of the North, Mortal Speaker (it's a troll-term)
Affiliation: Northern Clan, Western Danish Check-Point, Interacial Group -this group has no real name due to it being so new and rather small.
Partner: Anya Lebedev, Mira and Tania Mason
Appearance: Soren is a lanky, willowy, tall man that isn't the prime example of the strenght of the trolls. He had blonde hair that is starting to turn a little gray (he call it premature aging from rasing 7 girls)his eyes are a goldish, green.
Species: Northren Troll (full-blooded)
Family: Anya Lebedev (wife, deceased), Dominik (Father), Malka (mother, deceased), The Grand Elder (Grandfather) Anker Campion (Daughter), Maren Sorensdatter (Daughter) Azeneth (Daughter), Helena Sorensdatter (Daughter) , Bellis Sorensdatter
clippyJoan took a long drink from her coke can, setting it down on the lazy-susan center piece in the middle of the the table. She met Vincent's eye with the deadest look he ever seen, promptly she scooted her chair back; wood legs scratching against floor tile. Joan unzipped the bag once pressed to her chest, grumbling hotly under her breath. She lifted up a white laptop from her bag, the top of it scratched and plastered with stickers of trees and plant-life of all kinds, in one corner a pink P.E.T.A logo had claimed it's place. Joan flipped open the top and began to type furiously.clippy by Obissia
"I can't help get there there directly." She says irritably.
"But I can help you get on the right road." Joan cut in, her typing pacing growing a little faster. Vincent glowed, "How? I thought you said-"
"What I said isn't important, I say a lot of things to a lot of people -Your face is just too pathetic for this old bitch to resist." She snatched her drink up again and took a