User:Ludicrine


 * This is the user, bureaucrat, and co-founder of this wiki. If you are looking for a page for better details of his personality and roles in stories, see here.

Pets
See title. Also see Royal Hex Land.

HAPPY FREAKIN' POLLS
Best I Fight Dragons record? Cool Is Just A Number Overcool IFD Amnesty2 Welcome To The Breakdown KABOOM! DEMOlition The Near Future None/no opinion/can't decide (Just Decide. (Hephepheph)) POLOLOLOLOL LOLOLOLOLOP LOLP PLOL POLLY POCKET POLLOLOLOLO POLLO POYO POCKETMONSTERS POLLYWANNACRACKER ... This is stupid. You wake up in a dark room. What is 2+2? Look around 4 Look around for 4 Look around 4 for Your polls are getting dumber and dumber. OH, FRANKU! HWOW! FAKKU DISRU! SUGOI! FRANKU-SENPAI! Nyees... Next song? Currently: Nobody Likes Superman Anymore - I Fight Dragons (Cool Is Just A Number, 2009) Famous Last Words (Metalcore) Waterflame (Chiptune/Techno) The Fratellis (Brit Rock)
 * Rise Against (Alternative Punk)
 * Dear You (Pop Punk)
 * Breaking Benjamin (Hard Rock/Metal)
 * Mike Mangione & The Union (Country)
 * Genesis (Classic Rock)
 * Hollywood Undead (I honestly have no idea dude)
 * Poets of the Fall (Man I don't know but they sound awesome)

In-canon Info
HS undefined (Your name is)HS 00FF00 (Ludicrine)HS undefined (. You have a lot of very various INTERESTS. You enjoy THE ARTS, which includes art, music, and a bunch of other stuff looked down upon in your culture. Your PERSONALITY is decent, especially for a SERRANGIO and for someone who got his EYE CUT OUT. However, you have many SUBCONSCIOUSES who tend to NOT ACT AS DECENT. Your blood color is gray, like most Serrangios, whose blood can range from white to black. Unlike Trolls, your blood color is not an important factor in terms of ranking in the world, but rather is used to determine ancestors. You have HIGH RESPECT on this Wiki, which you feel blessed to have. You have first thought up the Pet idea and opened the first private ADOPTION CENTER. Your family consists of your human adoptive relative,)HS 999999 (WADDLE D33,)HS undefined (your SQUAD, led by THE MISTRESS, your COUSINS, IALA and ELIZABETH, and your chosen ancestor, SANFORD THE HUMAN. You have a fondness for PETS. Besides keeping pets you gain from the Adoption Center and from the Breedery (Rarely), you also own a couple of TERRAN pets. You also have a demonic hamster named SOCK. Your favorite number is SEVEN, as it is what your name means in some language you are trying to figure out and it is a PROMINENT NUMBER in your life.)

HS undefined (Your SerrangioNation tag is)HS 00FF00 (LudicrousDemon)HS undefined (, and your associated item is SILK.)HS 00FF00 (Your speech is acceptable and can pass off as English to your acquaintances.)

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HS undefined (Your name is)HS FFFFFF (Gatekeeper)HS undefined (. You are the best-behaved of all of Ludicrine's inner beings, which is quite a feat for a DECEASED GUARDIANT. You have earned the highest rank of deceased beings, known by TERRANIANS and an ANGEL. You are NOT PERFECT, but you are an OVERACHIEVER and thus aim to be. Your blood is NOT ACTUALLY BLOOD. You instead bleed rays of white light. You speak with terms that are not too exaggerated, like "satisfied" and "decent" when talking about things you have done, as you have no wish to EXALT YOURSELF. Being a SOUL CREATURE, you have inhabited the body of a SERRANGIO named LUDICRINE and are one of his SEVEN INNER BEINGS.)

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HS undefined (Your name is)HS 000000 (ZORC NECROPHADES)HS undefined (. You are a gigantic DEMON who once inhabited the body of a WHITE-HAIRED TEENAGER. You were defeated by a STRANGE-HAIRED PHARAOH and his CHILDREN'S GAME PLAYING CARDS in TWO LIFETIMES. You are the DEFINITION of royalty and are a narcissist. You are contained away in Ludicrine's mind and have NO POWER. However, when Ludicrine is MAD, a small part of your abilities is released and mixes with him to enter ZORCMOD

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HS undefined (Your name is PERRETH. You have been dubbed as ".fourthmode." by LUDICRINE. You are an OUMETH, a VIOLENT AND ANGRY INDIVIDUAL who contains his anger/cool and remains professional-like. You speak in a MYSTERIOUS MANNER, consisting of ALL LOWER CASE LETTERS and INAPPROPRIATELY PLACED PERIODS. Your knowledge of things is also unknown. Who knows what else you may be hiding... Being a SOUL CREATURE, you have inhabited the body of a SERRANGIO named LUDICRINE and are one of his SEVEN INNER BEINGS.)

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The other beings within Ludicrine, or that once were within him, that are not listed yet are ı̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̨̨̨̨̨̨̨̨ (Pronounced similarly to "Cut", actually Ludicrinity from an alternate future in which LD goes insane), Azrael (A strategic Oumeth), Raserei (A soul fragment of Revelian), Dextrisite (A soul fragment of Dexter), Ludicrinity (A soul fragment of Ludicrine himself), Barachielus (A soul fragment of Barachiel), and Almhyar (A mild-mannered Skygoddess).

In-canon Incomplete Weapons
Weight chart is: YUP, light, light-middle, middle-light, middle, middle-heavy, heavy-middle, heavy, and NOPE.

HS undefined (ANCHORKIND:) HS undefined (BLADEKIND/KNIFEKIND:) HS undefined (MAGIC:) HS undefined (CENSOR EQUIPMENT:)
 * My main weapon kind. They have plenty of uses that are extremely helpful, not to mention they make me look like a complete bad/ss (and to some people, bad/ss adorable). Good for the ego, y'know?
 * HS undefined (REGULUS-) Basic anchor. Middleweight with rope on top. Owns five. Water type.
 * HS undefined (FLASHY-) Lightweight. Small with lighthouse-esque color, Shoots beams of light from top. Light and water types.
 * HS undefined (SENSE-) Light-middleweight. Points change depending on phase of moon. Shoots assorted beams from end. Time, dark, and water types.
 * HS undefined (TIKI-) Middle-lightweight. Owns two. Built with ancient minerals. Doubles as a crutch. End opens up at will and reveals Kaleidoscope, a dagger. Time and water types.
 * HS undefined (FADE-) Light-middleweight. Resembles lightning. End is cleaved like a sickle. Very quick. Light, nature, air, and water types.
 * HS undefined (DAE-) Heavy-middleweight. Resembles fish bones. End acts as a bulbed scissor. Has a chain on top. May act on own free will. Chaos, dark, and water types.
 * HS undefined (RUSTED REGULUS-) Copy of basic anchor, made as gift from friend who can't craft weapons. Middleweight. Has poison elements due to the rust on it. Water and poison types.
 * Though not my main method of attack, I do own some of these weapons as extra precautions.
 * HS undefined (KALEIDOSCOPE-) Knifekind. YUP. Concealed within TIKI. Triangular. Light type.
 * HS undefined (CURSED SWORD (2)-) Bladekind. Middleweight. Flies and acts on own free will. Assumes everything as a target. Owns five, three of which are deceased and are now regular sabres. Chaos and dark types.
 * HS undefined (CURSED SWORD (3)-) Bladekind. Middleweight. Flies and acts on own free will. Assumes everything as a target. Owns five, three of which are deceased and are now regular sabres. Chaos and dark types.
 * HS undefined (SIR CONSCIOUS' BLADE-) Bladekind. Middle-heavyweight. Blade of the fictional SIR CONSCIENCE, my fake identity in some places. Light type. [[File:Sir Conscience Sword.PNG]]
 * Since the events of Files PSJS, TAOAUFO, T2TW, and [[Media:SQUATO.PNG|SQTO]], I have learned some helpful spells should my anchor(s) be left at my home or elsewhere.
 * HS undefined (AURA BOLT-) My basic magic attack. A simple-to-conjure white bolt that pierces armor and deals fair damage. Light damage. Almost no knockback.
 * HS undefined (GRAND HEX-) Summons three Ancient Hexes that fire three swirling Aura Bolts, except much bigger and gold-colored. Deals medium damage should all three bolts hit. Due to the loud-sound nature of the spell, it may cause stunning of either the enemy or me. Light type, medium knockback.
 * HS undefined (COMBUSTIVE WIND-) Summons a collection of small pink-white bolts connected together crudely. The shot homes in on enemies and breaks up in groups of 7 with each hit until the shots are so weak that they disappear into nothing. Potentially causes very high damage. Takes a while to charge. Fire type. Little knockback. As a very rare side effect, the shot may form a cut between dimensions, making it possible for Rift Guardiants (such as Gatekeeper was before he died) creatures to escape.
 * HS undefined (SHAPE SPELL (L1)-) A difficult spell that can summon a variety of shapes with different effects. Commonly summoned are Blue Stars (No element, homes in on enemy, random damage of Regular Scale (0-555)), Lilac Octagons (Ice element, freezes enemy, low damage, OCTAGON), and Ancient Hexes (Light and fire elements, fires weak Aura Bolt, potential stun of enemy). These have no knockback.
 * HS undefined (SHAPE SPELL (L2)-) A difficult spell that can summon a variety of shapes with different effects. Rarely summoned are Lime Diamonds (Poison element, always hits enemy, random damage of Dream Scale (0.01-999.99)), Gray Hearts (No element, saps HP from enemy to heal group), and Black Rings (Attaches self to enemy, cannot be removed, no element/effect/damage, CENSOR EQUIPMENT can recognize these as targets). These have slight knockback.
 * HS undefined (SHAPE SPELL (LMX)-) A difficult spell that can summon a variety of shapes with different effects. Summoned on very rare occasions are Red Wisp (Will sometimes automatically summoned if teammate dies, prior to ZORCMOD#'s activation, heals teammate and reverts me back to regular mode, nature and creation elements) and Orange Bulb (Summons a piece of Corn that can be eaten to replenish health or burned to summon Alkate, nature and creation elements). These have immense knockback that may even deal damage to me.
 * HS undefined (WISPER-) Fires a big gust of wind. It's essentially an air type Aura Bolt without the piercing armor. Fair damage. High knockback.
 * I own some censor weapons used for the sole purpose of defeating vowels in inappropriate words and for that purpose only. I usually use swords, but I use daggers and shuriekens if needed.

The Kuipter Disaster
BURN THESE PICTURES

Fan-Stuff
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What.

Blogs
YES

Information
Pet Creation Studios

Epilog

Interactive
Why did I do this again?

Dead project.

Krumpelhatt? (Discontinued)

Stories
Story Collection

Stick Ranger RPG v.4

Sig History
Ludicrine -(Talk|Contribs)

LD

LD

LD - Mailbox, Pet Store (I started this!), Parade help, and Resistance

LDXD=D- The Generic Disaster

LDXD=D- Paladin of Hatred

LD,D-D- Paladin of Hatred, Royal of Pages

LDXD=D- Paladin of Hatred (Lol. Revert.)

LDXD=D- Paladin of Hatred

(I should change my sig.)

<!--"Please, have a seat." He directed me towards an old, wooden chair, stained with something that I certainly hope was tomato sauce. He fixed on a thin, white mask that looked similar to a comedy mask, but with four eye holes and much longer than what would fit on a human head. Then again, he wasn't exactly human, as with everything else here. "I apologize in advance if the mask makes you nervous, but people tend to find that it helps to focus more than trying to look at my face directly."

"No need to apologize. I've read your file. I understand."

He stopped for a while. "... Ah, yes. You're the... special case."

"That's certainly a much kinder way to put it."

He took some papers that I assumed to be my application and began skimming through it. "Yes... boot camp, police training, removed from the force after you used your unusual property to take down a bank robber, although probably that was not the best of ideas, shunned from the city... yes, yes. You certainly have more experience than some of our... shall we say, 'unwilling recruits', but that's not really my concern." He put the papers. "What I'd really like to know is your motives. I find it curious that you managed to find the Monoloque Institute at all. Being able to find us, submit a proper application form, and able to access and read my file from outside of our database? It's unheard of. Someone with your brainpower seems to be the type that was trained to get some sort of information, not to throw himself recklessly but heroically into battle."

"Yes, it did take a bit of digging, but it wasn't hard.

-

"You don't get it, do you? I am willingly joining a society of mutant maniacs and you shun me. I'm throwing myself into the fray against God-knows-what, and you reject me. Instead of picking off some innocent people from the streets, how about you get your head out of your ass and hire the guy that actually wants to do this? You've seen my resume! You know very well what I can do and what I've done! Are you saying that I'm not good enough? That some teenage punk you can kidnap from the back of a lowly school can bring down Godzilla faster than record time?"

He didn't answer. He wiped something from his mask - maybe tears, maybe sweat - and shuffled through my papers and filed them neatly into his cabinet. He folded his hands.

"Are you afraid?"

"You don't think that this is something I can handle."

"There are things in this world that you wouldn't dare to believe- not because you can't, but because you won't. You shudder to think that anything would be lurking in every dark corridor of your life or the things that go bump in the night have names. You wake up in cold sweat every now and then and tell yourself that it was all a dream because you can't do any better. And then you learn. You figure out that there's more. You take a look down that last hallway. You stare at fear right in the face and don't even look away because you know- you just know that you can't because you dared to look and now you can't stop. And then you begin to see the world for what it really is- infested. And you hunt every single one of those blasted creatures down and dare to brand them as things other than 'demons' or 'shadows' because you know better and nobody gives a damned second thought about you. Nobody looks your way again. You become one of the very things that you strive to eradicate. You lose your mind. Your being. And- if you're lucky- you'll lose your life, too. It's a race. It's a matter of time- how many monsters can you vanquish before you become the greatest one yet? So yes, I am saying that this is something you can't handle. I ask you again- are you afraid?"

I hesitated for a moment.

"No."

"Then you are stupid!" He slammed his fist against his desk. "If you don't fear the fate that everyone that went down your path had to suffer, you can't resist it. You're willingly allying with what we seek to destroy! How am I to accept an offer from such a foolish man? Get out of my office!"

"... I still have-"

"OUT!"

He didn't need to say it again. I didn't realize it, but I was shaking to the point where breathing was difficult, and trying to produce a physical appearance of him took too much out of me. Nauseous, tired, and apparently frightened, I left.

That was the day I was rejected from the Monoloque Institute, but it certainly wasn't the last I would see of them.-->