Your name is Eitira Valone, and your life is Hell.
That's all that most people need to know. You're a troll that never smiles. Your no-nonsense attitude and seeming abandon for your own safety make you a force to be reckoned with in any combat situation, but it also makes you equally unapproachable to everything and anything under the sun, moon, and stars. The truth is, you're a creature in pain, and the events of the past few days of your young life will not only shape your future, but also destroy everything you were in the past.
Everything.What are you even alive for?
It's a question you ask yourself every moment of every day. Why did you survive? Why did everything happen the way it did? Is this a dream?
You can't afford to answer any of them.
All that you have is right now. You're alive, you're in pain, and you have a job to do. Get the job done right, and maybe, just maybe, you can find some way to answer everything else.
And if you fail somehow, you die.
You don't really see the downside right now.
Eitira Valone belongs to me, crystal-rex
Trolls and Homestuck and all that belongs to Andrew Hussie
And I have no idea, the art is mine too, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
...I have no idea why the fanservice thing happened, btw.