Wyrom Vonikke

You are WYROM VONIKKE.

You consider yourself an EXPERT ON SOUND. As stupid as you know that sounds, you still EMBRACE IT. You have a LARGE LABORATORY for a hive high up on a mountain. Due to SEVERAL DUMBASSES, you have completely shunned society and BOARDED YOURSELF IN YOUR HIVE. You completely rely on your awesome GRIFFON LUSUS for food.

The FINAL STRAW in your hermit-ting was some retard GREEN BLOOD who kept TALKING SHIT. So you blew his hive down with a SPECIAL GAUNTLET you made, which can broadcast several special sound frequencies that can manipulate VARIOUS THINGS. This gauntlet is the crown jewel of your sonic research.

Aside from sound and shit, you enjoy collecting VARIOUS BUGS and such from around Alternia. Well, you like it when your lusus brings a bug to you. You also consider yourself an APOCALYPSE BUFF.

Your TrollTag is AethersAdept, and you "Seeem to drag on some sounds, among ot))er t))ings."

Glovekind strife specibus (I guess a gauntlet could count as a glove.)
Champion of Breath
He has a sweet griffon lusus.
His land is the Land of Rays and Caves