"Stelle... She Was Just A Baby When She... Time Operates Differently There, I Guess." Rennoh Smiled,

Pyrite Frog

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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."

Various makeup inspirations

1-3: MAC print ads

4-6 Mehron Instagram photos

Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 8.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

Handle with care

Weighing in at up to 700 pounds, the elk stands as one of the biggest deer species on earth. But don’t think that just because an elk is large that it’s slow. A mature bull can run as fast as 40 miles per hour – they’ve even been able to outrun horses in short races.

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Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.

Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.

You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer.  You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister.  You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon.  You miss them.  The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.

It was for the best.  After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.

Your blood color is no one’s business.  That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]

Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag.  Bummer.

You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…