Your name is the PSIIONIIC. (Don't forget the double i's, broski.) Or better known to the UNIVERSE as the HELMSMAN.
Those aren't REALLY your name, as you have one like ANY OTHER TROLL. Your ACTUAL name is-- haha actually. Fuck that. Nobody needs to KNOW your name- at least NOBODY you care about. That's for YOU TO KNOW, and YOU TO KNOW ONLY. Your name is as SECRETIVE as how OLD you are. You're easily.. er. An UNHEALTHY amount of sweeps old. The EMPRESS had given you the ability to LIVE LONGER than you should have.
Speaking of the EMPRESS, you have lived more than half of your ENTIRELY UNHEALTHY LIFE working as a LIVING ENGINE. Some say you DIED in the VAST GLUB, and, well. You did, but you got BETTER. You don't like to talk about it. You're FREE now, and as jumpy as ever. You have a LIFE LONG grudge on that awful, horrible, frilly-finned excuse of a troll. You HATE her. And not even in the hey-baby-wanna-get-in-my-quadrants KIND OF WAY. Eugh. You're also EXCEEDINGLY SCARED OF HER, but you'd never confess that. Never. Nobody needs to know about that.
You're a rather RESERVED guy, you keep to yourself a lot. You're JUMPY, EMOTIONAL, INDECISIVE, and VERY HOT HEADED. You have a HUGE dislike- no- HATE for highbloods, though you become a lot more TENSE around them. Lowbloods are okay.