AS: Post one more for tonight

EDIT(s): fixed the hair. It's been bugging me for quite some time. Spruced up the bio.

I'm not sorry I keep spamming you guys, but I'm having way too much fun with this~! At least I'm being more active. I promise this is the last one for now.

> Be the eyeless wonder who never shuts up.

You are now that troll. Your name is ONOMAT NIXABA. Your shaggy hair covers up most of your face, resulting in nobody knowing what your GANDERBULBS look like, or if you even have any at all. Many assume you must be blind, but you're really not. You just believe you're TOO COOL for vision. Okay your sight really isn't the BEST, but you feel your hear ducts are MORE than enough to guide you. This is because you have an ADDICTION to all things audible. You love the various sounds you hear every day and enjoy MIMICKING them often. Though you find ALL sounds to be special, you'd be lying if you said you didn't prefer a few over others. Your favorite sounds are typically mechanical, the best being EXPLOSIONS. Unfortunately, this PASSION of yours has made you notorious among many trolls as being an OBNOXIOUS PRICK. In fact, they would probably have your squawk blister ripped out if it weren't for your rich PURPLE blood. You have reveled in the perks of the HEMOSPECTRUM being that you're at the top of the LANDWELLER social ladder and have no qualms with it. Of course, you still get in trouble with the occasional SEADWELLER from time to time, but your SQUAWK-FISH LUSUS is always there to make sure you behave around them. He is normally rather doting towards you, but he would rather you not get too COCKY despite your blood color. You can not stand silence, having a history of killing trolls who give you the cold shoulder. Often when you're alone with not a sound to be heard, you will actually TALK TO YOURSELF to keep from going insane. Despite this, you like to believe you're not exactly the most AGGRESSIVE among your caste, especially with the aid or your MOIRAIL, MEKALI KIMIYA. You two are quite close, resulting in you becoming very protective of her, especially after a recent FLARP accident left her DEAF. You swear on your LIFE that you will never let a single drone lay a PRONG on her. This MAY OR MAY NOT stem from the possibility of some flushed feelings.

You have some rather (pardon me for this pun) SOUND INTERESTS, such as RETRO VIDEO GAMES and COMMENTATING ON SILENT FILMS. Those little BEEPS and BLIPS from old games have a certain charm to them. You also read COMIC BOOKS when you want to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Even though they're a completely visual medium, you find yourself oddly amused by the MERRY ADVENTURES of SUPERTROLLS in COLORFUL SPANDEX, especially with their vast amounts of delicious onomatopoeia. And of course there's your MUSIC, which tends to also set the TONE when you're reading. Wait, what was that? Was that a MIME? IT BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN A FUCKING MIME. Oh, do you hate mimes. They greatly disturb you because they never make a sound. Those fuckers know how much you detest silence, forever tormenting you with their PERPETUAL SPEECHLESSNESS and INVISIBLE ARSENAL. Your worst nightmare is being trapped in one those boxes and being surrounded by those DREADED MIMES as they pretend to laugh HYSTERICALLY at your pitiful attempts to escape.

Your HIVE has all sorts of NOISEMAKING DEVICES, the greatest being the HUGE-ASS SPEAKERS connected to pretty much all of your electronics, including your HUSKTOP. These damn things are always cranked up so HIGH, it's a wonder YOU haven't gone deaf yet. PARROTFISHDAD really wishes you would settle down a little. However you have a few shelves around where you keep your comics and other shit. Despite not seeing that well, you actually manage to keep your shit well-organized, as everything is neatly resting on their respective shelves in alphabetical order. You can't say the same for the floors, which are littered with empty FAYGO bottles and other junk that you NEVER notice.

Your FETCH MODUS is the CRASH MODUS, which involves you mimicking the sound the item you want makes when it PLUMMETS to the ground. The catch is that you gotta think fast after you make that sound, because then the item gets dropped on you. You have grown better at this over time, but you still move too late every now and again and get a SMASH in the face, and sometimes some DINKTHAN PAMAGE, (thinkpan damage) but you'll live, right? Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is MEGAPHONEKIND, to amplify your magnificent voice.

Your trolltag is gratuitousCacophony [GC] and (((you *like* to *go* out with a BANG!)))

TL;DR:

Name: Onomat Nixaba

Trolltag: gratuitousCacophony

Quirk(s): surrounds sentences with 3 ('s resembling sound waves. Uses onomatopoeia (always in all caps) as descriptive words and puts his verbs in *'s like he's doing an action when RPing. Ends all sentences with an exclamation point. He also doesn't use apostrophes.

Symbol: alchemy symbol for zinc

Blood Color: Indigo/Purple

Gender: Male

Age: 7.5 Solar Sweeps

Lusus: Parrotfish (a more literal kind. It's a fish with the head of a cockatoo and large wing-like fins)

Strife Specibus: Megaphonekind

Fetch Modus: CRASH Modus (involves mimicking the sound the item you want makes when you drop it)

Matesprit: N/A
Kismesis: N/A
Moirail: Mekali Kimiya
Auspistice: N/A

Ancestor: The Signaler

Land: Land of Waves and Recursion (and Recursion)

Consorts: Noisy cerulean geckos who like surfing

Title: Knight of Breath