THE ANGR|EST RuSTBL[][][)

Your name is BEITEL ELTSIS and you are 10 SWEEPS OLD. You were supposed to be culled some time ago, but obviously that didn't happen.

You both love and hate RUNNING. You love running because there's nothing better than to stretch out your feet and feel the wind. You hate running because the reason you're doing it is because the HIGHBLOODS ARE AFTER YOU.

You have DARK RED blood, practically the lowest on the hemospectrum. This means those GOOD FOR NOTHING, LOUSY, FUCKING HORRIBLE HIGHBLOODS really hate you. The fact that you are a HIGH-PROFILE CRIMINAL doesn't help much, either.

Oh, yeah, you REALLY HATE THOSE FUCKING HIGHBLOODS.

Thankfully, you are a POWERFUL PSYCHIC, gifted with the useful ability of SIGNAL MANIPULATION. Your lusus, BEETLEMOM, also happens to be one of the FASTEST LIVING THINGS on the face of Alternia.

Those highbloods will never capture you.

Still, the constant threat of them means that you have NO PERMANENT HOME, and you often dig holes or sleep in caves to make up for your lack of a proper hive.

You are also a talented SCULPTOR, and from time to time you relax by engaging in the under-appreciated art of WOODWORKING. You also enjoy listening to MUSIC of various kinds.

You use the CHISELKIND strife specibus, because apparently you still aren't powerful enough to use your cool powers directly on highbloods.

Once you are, however, you swear that you'll do AWFUL, PAINFUL THINGS to them.

Your handle is havocSculptor and you SPEAK W|TH A L[]u[) AN[) |RR|TATE[) T[]NE. B:<=

[I just really wanted to draw Azzie in his princely garb. {:3]

treacheriesarchitect Asks:

[ In the few perigees after Mellam leaves for space, Beetledad courts Beetlemom, like a gentlebeetle. :'D ]

ragingrebelrustblood Said:

[I hereby declare this canon 5ever

Then they have cute Beetlebabies (somehow)

and everybody is happy

the end]

Anonymous Asks:

I will go sob now then.

ragingrebelrustblood Said:

[ I am sorry

~~At least I didn’t kill two of my trolls in one go~~

Hey look at that I still have ten living fantrolls

And Beetlemom is still alive

maybe you can ask her for Bel’s life story or something

Maybe the lusus can sell the rights to the story and a nice big movie will be made

that would be nice

]

Anonymous Asks:

You could always do a restart of Beitel, because seriously, I thought she was an amazing and wonderful character.

ragingrebelrustblood Said:

[Awww, thank you! But, as much fun as I had with her character, it’s over for her.

Beitel is dead. And she won’t be coming back. That would be cheap, maaaan.

In my head I had always known that it would’ve happen in some point. Beitel isn’t invincible. But she believed that she was.

She’s killed and angered too many highbloods and gotten herself in danger too many times. She had super-powered, over achieving psychic powers- those did take a big part of keeping her alive.

Because she’s still a rustblood. She had the physical capabilities of a rustblood, which really weren’t much. She just used her psychic powers to stop the pain.

At some point, she would’ve gone crazy with using her abilities. And she did. She bit off more than she could chew.

And she paid because of it.

Beitel will live on. But no longer in any physical form.

She’s now just a memory, just like the event so many sweeps ago that turned her into the complete monster she was.

And that’s that.

]

radishcake:

Words of wisdom from the Faceless.

~~Possibly~~ canon.

treacheriesarchitect:

[07:58] HS: wella

[07:58] HS: nf chjance gor that anymrooev

[07:58] HS: ufh

[07:59] TA: ^^HEh^^

[07:59] TA: ^^Guess^I^always^kinda^knew^I^wouldn’t^be^the^one^to^kill^you^|:€^^^

[07:59] HS: it doesnt mattecr enuymore

[07:59] HS: bluh

[07:59] HS: l had fum

[08:00] HS: s9 much foar thatb

[08:00] HS: afreewll

[08:00] HS: goodbye

[08:00] TA: ^^Later,^bitch^<3<^^

[08:00] HS: <3<

— havocSculptor [HS] ceased pestering treacheriesArchitect [TA] at 08:00 —

Huh, so that was it.

It was too bad, she was a fun kismesis. But you had always felt second place to all the rest of her rage, her hate for everything in the world around her. The rivalry had been exciting, challenging, everything you had been looking for but… now it was over. Her time was up.

It wouldn’t be long until her name was stricken from the records, all evidence of her existence disappearing quickly. It didn’t matter, you’d remember her at least. You and all those chisel-wounds would keep her close in mind.

Well. You managed to find some shelter… Though you doubt it’ll make much of a difference. She’s conscious, but… You don’t think it’ll be long.

She’s always done these crazy things. You always wanted to protect her but… She’d never let you. And it looks like… It went a bit too far.

She’s using that little computer now… Well, you’d tell her to preserve her strength… but you figured… She needs to talk to someone else.

All you can do is helplessly wait.

toxicconcubine:

> You were not really able to fight much. Even your own nullment of pain only went so far ad everything hurt now. Which you roll across the floor or less then politely fall back on your ass with the lusus swinging at you. Watch the lusus leave… . and she has your gun still. It was not your favorite but still one of your guns. Well you were pretty mad but not to much else you could do about that.

>Beetlemom: Walk out.

You try to get away from the hive as speedily (yet gently) as you can, your charge on back. Checking that she’s still there every now and then with your feelers as you look for shelter. Your charge got herself in quite a mess.

>Beitel:

After some distance you finally drop the gun and cling unto your lusus, the full agony of the pain now hitting you as the adrenaline subsided. You keep yourself barely conscious, just because of that determination to keep the havoc alive.

But you know it will end soon.

You messed up pretty badly this time.

The tyrian strand was already ruining your psychic powers… and now you can only feel the pain numbing you, along with that harsh tug on your head from those last attempts at using your psychic powers.

The havoc still lives…

The havoc… will fight to the end.

toxicconcubine:

> Ok more shrapnel this was gonna suck later. That might of been a huge understatement considering it was still up in the air that there would be a later. Man you should really think shit though more. Still once she is down try to stomp on the wrist holding the gun that would help.
…

> No you were not drunk there was a huge lusus. Lyidia is going to be MAD when she see’s what happened to hive. Still priorities and that was the least of your worries.

> At least try not to collapse on her while the lusus is there.

>Beitel: You try to fight off the lusus but you’ve already gotten too weak… You glance at the other troll and try to cling unto the gun as you are helplessly picked up.

>Beetlemom: You try to knock down the other troll with the swing one of your huge, strong legs to prevent her from attacking further. You swing your charge over from your strong pincers unto your back, and begin to move out.

toxicconcubine:

> Attempt to shift out of the way but not even you were quiet as quick on your feet to dodge a bullet. All you could hope to do was try to be sure it was not hitting somewhere fatal but it still hurt like all fuck. At least the adrenaline kept you up even if your side was bleeding a lot now. Try to go for a sweeping kick to at least bring the bitch down.

> You just keep on shooting, not really thinking or having the will to protect yourself at this point. The kick easily knocks you down-

———

>Beetlemom: CRASH IN

>Seeing your injured charge you immediately step in, buzzing your large wings and trying to push the other troll aside.

>You then try to pick up the injured rustblood with your mandibles.

——-

>Beitel: Try to resist and keep on fighting.