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Name: Maesta Soluss – Derived from maesta Latin for gloomy and solus Latin for alone
Age: 14.5 sweeps
Blood Color: Violet
Lusus: Sea Pig
Quadrant Partners: Red-Irruma Iratus, Pale-Sinqui Balbuz, Ashen-N/A, Black-N/A
Personality: Shy, quiet (around strangers), withdrawn, easily agitated, angry, violent, moody, gloomy, apathetic, protective of those she cares about, she can be nice until provoked. She has a social anxiety, mild agoraphobia, and bipolar disorder.
Hobbies: Drawing, writing and cooking.
Likes: Eating, sleeping, yelling, cursing, throwing stuff, explosions, water and darkness.
Dislikes: Bland food, being woken up, bright lights, being alone, being in public, groups of people, nautical jokes/puns despite being a sea dweller.
Song: Lonely Day – System of a Down

Online

Trolltag: apatheticArtist
Color: #4d004d
Quirks: "..." before and after each post, no capitalization except curse words,
Land: Land of Mud and Mist
Title: Maid of Void
Dream Planet: Derse

Profession

Culinarider (culinary + provider)(cul-lyn-airy-der)
Culinariders play a very important part in the Alternian fleets. They provide the sustenance that the Alternian armies and colonies need to expand and survive. Though they are restricted to what they can make and the quality of it, it still serves it's purpose well. There may be dozens of culinariders on each fleet or in each colony due to the massive amounts of time and energy it take to build empires on foreign planets. They can make do with any ingredients despite how unsavory or sparse they might be and turn them into something of mediocre quality. It takes very focused trolls to work in the hot, fast paced and highly demanding imperial or any kitchen.

Ancestor

The Gourmand was the main culinarider in aiding The Condesc in mass producing the propaganda ridden confectioneries of Betty Crocker. The Gourmand felt her exceptional understanding of the culinarider's arts was not being used to its full potential. When she heard word of the revolution she abandoned the Imperial Kitchens to provide sustenance for the followers of The Sufferer and the revolution. She used her abilities to produce the highest quality of food known to the troll race. The Condesce had caught wind of The Gourmand's treason and superior product and wanted her secrets and life. The Gourmand was captured and tortured until she spilled all of what she knew about the culinarider's arts and then was locked up and left to starve to death. This lead to mandatory mediocre cooking to be produced by all current and future culinariders or they would face the same fate. While The Condesce used The Gourmand's knowledge to better her products.

Your name is Maesta Soluss and you are one gloomy bitch. At 11.5 sweeps old you are out on an imperial conquest, not really. Instead of trying to help your kind colonize this planet you just slack off, jeez you are fucking lazy. While slacking off you draw, write, listen to music, destroy shit, sleep and eat. Your sea pig lusus is constantly pushing you around to get out of your boat hive. You don’t take her crap so you hop on her and ride her around, but you always feel bad afterwards and apologize. That short temper of yours gets out of control sometimes and you get reckless. While you’re in your little tantrums you yell, curse and throw shit. Then you go back to being your usual depressed not giving a shit self.

Drawing for you is a long and painful process. It takes forever to come up with an idea and even longer to finish it. Most drawings you start seem like garbage right away and you throw them out the window, there is a lot of balled paper floating out in the water behind your hive. You learned to do everything on paper first after destroying several drawing tablets. Paper first, scan it then do it digitally, but you still destroy the pens. Even when you do start something you actually like it can be very infuriating and piss you off. Why bother drawing when all it does is make you angry? When you eventually finish something it is one of the few things that make you happy. Writing is another thing is a love/hate thing, mostly love though. All you write is smut so you really can not hate it, unless you get writer's block. Then you hate writing like everything else but when you get it going it is another of the few things that makes you happy. The one thing that makes you happy no matter what is music. Music helps pass time which always feels like it is going so horribly slow. Most of what you listen to is about violence, sex and gore in some kind of angry or gloomy tone. Violence, sex and gore make the world go around, or at least in your fucked up world it does.

When you do decide to leave your hive you take your two favorite items, grenades and a bat. Where the hell did you get grenades? Anyway you play a little sport you invented called grenade baseball. Pull the pin, toss in the air and swing. You aim wherever the hell you want, out to sea, down the beach or at the rocky cliffs in the area. Watching shit explode sure is exiting. The only thing you are good at that does not result in destruction or anger is cooking. There is something freakishly calming about cooking. The aroma and flavor combinations are endless. Though you are a picky eater you love eating and sharing food with your morail. Sharing? You can be nice. Is it really that hard to do? But you and your morail both know if you took such wonderful food outside of your hive you would be killed for it. If the out side world didn't cause you so much stress you would actually go out and contribute to society and cook for the hungry armies taking over this planet as a culinarider. Plus it does not help that you sleep up to 16 hours a day, so stuff really can not get done. Sleeping is just so damn good though.

Despite your violet blood your really don’t care about blood colors. From dark red to fuchsia a troll is a troll. You don’t socialize often, social situations stress you out, but you would like to find your matesprit. Until then you get to be lonely and miserable. You know it really doesn’t help that you always have that scowl on your face. It wouldn’t kill you to smile once in a while. Why do you have to be so angry and bitchy all the time? If you showed a little emotion and stopped being void of feelings you could probably be happy.

Maesta was once happy but that was a long time ago when she was a grub. She and her lusus would spend every minute together having fun. Once she entered young trollhood she became socially awkward and was teased and picked on for it. Being picked on by lowbloods made the highbloods and her fellow sea dwellers shun her. All the teasing, bullying and not being accepted drove her into a depression. She isolated herself in her hive for months on end. He lusus constantly tried to get her out of her hive even just for a few hours. When she did go out it was only to a dark cave on shore not to far from her hive.

This went on until she was old enough to leave, but even then she still didn't want to leave. She was on the verge of getting culled if her lusus hadn't forced her to leave. Once she got to the new planet and got a hive set up she resumed her isolation. Again her lusus would try to get her to go out, finally tired of the badgering Maesta left but this time it was for days. She found an abandoned building and hid in there sobbing. A cerulean blood heard Maesta crying and found her in the building. She helped Maesta to her feet and escorted her home. The cerulean blood, Sinquiwas to became her morail, and Maesta's lusus did their best to care for her. She didn't sleep for days from night terrors, when she did sleep it was only for a few minutes at a time.

Months later Maesta finally got back to what seemed to be better. She was rather angry, withdrawn and gloomy but it was better than that fragile state she was in. Those events had left her with a deep social anxiety. Maesta would only go out while accompanied by Sinqui, even online interaction stressed her out. Eventually she was able to go out on her own even though it still caused her anxiety but she learned to deal with it. Sinqui still accompanied her frequently just to keep an eye on her. They started to go to a small bar frequently, it was never crowded and always quiet. Every now and again someone would make a pass at Maesta there but she never gave them her attention, except for one. An indigo blood, who called himself Irruma, sat next to her and started hitting on her. At first she told him no but he was persistent and for some reason she decided to go with him back to his place. She followed him to his hive still not sure of what she was doing. Never having any relationships besides the ones with her lusus and morail this was her first flushed encounter, she was extremely nervous. He got very rough with her and got rough with him back, her shyness and anxieties faded away. After the power struggle she let him win. When they were done she gave him her handle just in case he wanted to get in contact with her.

After it was over she went to her hive not knowing that Sinqui was extremely worried about her. She had left Maesta dozens of messages online. Maesta assured her that she was ok despite what happened. A few days had gone by when Maesta received an unexpected message from Irruma asking if she wanted to go out sometime. She said she did just not at that particular moment and he offered to go to her place and she invited him. When he arrived he began with his persistent flirting, she denied his advances since it has her place and her rules. It allowed them to actually have a conversation which made them confess how they felt about each other despite only talking to each other two other times. They felt they were fated to become matesprits, being opposites of each other. One being socially withdrawn and the other being gregarious but still looking for the same thing. Love.

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