BE THE OBNOXIOUS MUSICIAN ======>

Name: Anser Canticum
Title: Master of Sound
Power: Acute hearing and a high tolerance for loud noises
Land: Land of Rhythm and Plains (LORAP)
Age: 10 sweeps
Gender: Male
Symbol: World Triad:
Race: Troll
Lusus: Cyclops, hoof-footed, fork-tailed goose (Kaz)
Text Color: Medium violet red
Trollian Handle: vixatiousMaestro
Fetch Modus: Sound Scale
Strife Specibus: Pianowirekind
Theme Song: Destination Calabria
Matesprit: None
Moirail: None
Auspisitice: None
Kismesis: None

Your name is ANSER CANTICUM and people make fun of you because your name sounds like ANSWER CAN'T CUM. Sometimes, it sucks to be you. Your blood isn't QUITE RED and it isn't QUITE PURPLE. People even believe it might be ROYAL PURPLE, but you KNOW BETTER THAN THAT. Nonetheless, you TAKE ADVANTAGE of any troll who makes the mistake of calling you ROYALTY. You even DRESS in purple to throw them off. It is fun to feel like a KING sometimes; even when you AREN'T.

In LORAP, your hive never stops SHAKING due to the ENDLESS rhythm that BOOMS THROUGHOUT THE LAND. It is similar to living next door to a DUBSTEP concert, only with no exact cause for the VIBRATIONS. For this reason, you have a serious case of SEA LEGS until you are on a surface that is NOT SHAKING, in which you become a STUMBLING FOOL. Your HIVE contains various sorts of INSTRUMENTS, such as a piano, flute, harp, recorder, maracas, drums, guitar, keytar, keyboard, and your personal favorite, the SAXOPHONE. It is difficult to play these instruments while everything is shaking, but some how you MANAGE.

You have a growing fear that your lusus, mutant goose cyclops, aka KAZ, is planning to kill you or is sporting some sort of FREAKY INTER SPECIES CRUSH. All you know is that when you wake up every evening in your recuperacoon, Kaz is perched at the top, STARING DOWN AT YOU. Perhaps it is merely MOTHERLY AFFECTION. Perhaps it is the RAVENOUS GAZE of a hungry vulture. This might also be the cause of your CRIPPLING FEAR of ever performing in front of a LIVE AUDIENCE. Either way, having someone stare at you CREEPS YOU OUT BEYOND ALL MEASURE. You spend a lot of time talking to faceless strangers on your husktop, refusing to ever use your camera because of this.

You make money by creating THREE NEW SONGS a week and selling them ONLINE. Within a month, at least two of your songs will become a hit and the money will start PILING IN. You hate PIRATES trying to give your HARD WORK away to the public for FREE.

Your fetch modus, SOUND SCALE, is activated through hitting the exact pitch you have placed an item under. If you were not so BRILLIANT at hearing, this would be nearly IMPOSSIBLE to work out so EFFICIENTLY. You are not royalty, but you ARE a MASTER OF SOUND.

You are armed with PIANO WIRE. On only TWO OCCASIONS have you ever had to use it. You do not like to talk about THOSE OCCASIONS and THAT IS THAT.

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The scariest sound you have ever heard was silence.