Your name is KANDYD NACARO. 

You are a FUSCHIABLOOD, which normally means you’d be destined for QUEENLY (or in your case KINGLY) GLORY and ALL THAT JAZZ. Unfortunately, you were born with your fronds all FUCKED UP. If not for a SYMPATHETIC JADEBLOOD, you’d be dead meat right now. Instead, you live in the middle of nowhere tucked away in some dripping ocean trench where no one ever bothers to look. 

Since you can’t exactly CHALLENGE THE CONDESCE or rule anything ever you’ve decided to devote yourself to a far nobler pursuit: GETTING YOUR QUADRANTS FILLED. You spend most of your sweeps flooding peoples inboxes, trying to catch even a shred of attention, but nobody ever seems to take you seriously. Apparently telling people you are a secret heir to the throne in hiding doesn’t really sell it. 

Your interests include staring longingly at your palmhusk waiting for replies, ROMANTIC FANTASIZING, and drenching in pathos. You are not very good at SWIMMING, WALKING, or PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING PHYSICAL, but you think you make up for it with your unstoppable thirst for connection. 

Your trolltag is kkandyKrusht and your typing style is as sweet as kkandy and dripping with affekktion <333"