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Description

Name: Dustin "Dusty" Trolli

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Height: 5'7"

Build: Scrawny but not quite underweight. Not very muscular.

Candy Type: Candy Chalk

Personality:
Dusty's shy and has very low self-esteem. At first blush he often comes across as extremely pessimistic which can often turn other candies away, chances are you simply caught him in the middle of one of his deep thoughts or while he's in pain. His introversion does allow him to make a wonderful listener, however and if someone's down he'll take time to sit, hand them a chocolate milk and listen. On occasion he's even been known to hug people. After all, even if his life is meaningless it doesn't mean everyone else's lives have to suck too.

Likes:
-Nighttime. Dude is a total night owl
-Big baggy sweaters. All the more to hide in
-Music, specifically strings
-spicy foods

Dislikes:

-His hair and fur getting wet. becomes a total sticky mess
-Large crowds
-Rain. See first dislike but also it makes his colored fingers run
-Losing his train of thought or concentration when drawing

Job: Barista

History:
His parents saw so much potential in him. From the moment he could comprehend the world around him, Dusty was gifted with simply understanding music. His parents loved him, his teachers praised him, students respected him. Seeing how successful he could be, his parents poured everything toward the highest end music classes. Dusty did well in all the instruments given to him but excelled in strings. Scolarships, concerts, they were all his for the taking, and he loved every minute of being in that spotlight. He never thought being put on a pedastle so high would ever come with the potential of it all crashing down.

Until one night, he was in his first year of high school, another successful concert, contented audience. He had been up there for hours, the hot spotlights bearing down on him unrelenting. He didn't realize how much of a toll it had all taken on him until he was heading off the stage, swayed and fell. He woke up in the hospital, Dusty learned that he had all but shattered his hand. The doctors did what they could to fix it but the damage was extensive and nerves had been shot. Realization dawned on him and his entire family, he'd never be able to play instruments the way he had before. The path his parents had sent him on had been burned. Scolarships were retracted, lessons that were paid for would never be used, no more concerts to bring in extra revenue. In one short year his parents were deep in debt.

The condition of his dominant hand took a toll on Dusty as well. He was greatly humbled by the experience, he struggled to learn how to use his other hand, with no money to afford pain medicine he found himself more and more withdrawn. He became shy, worried for his parents, his future, everything. He dropped out of high school in his second year, doing any sort of job for money to help his family. When he was 18, his parents were caught selling on the black market and were taken away.

Scared, homeless and angry at the world for taking everything from him, Dusty took out all his frustrations on the walls, vandalizing the city and using his natural born chalk fingers to put grafitti everywhere. He did this for a couple of years, never staying in one place, his anger subsided, he realized he had no fulfillment in causing others frustration and pain. Just because he was hurt doesn't mean they should too. So, Dusty began making sidewalk murals, great spanning illusions. This felt better, he didn't want the attention, he wasn't worth the attention after so many years of being in the spotlight. He just wanted to see candies smile. Finally two years ago, he settled on the island of Jarr, taking up the job as barista to survive and at night he still makes illusionary sidewalk art to this day.

Living on the Island certainly had its ups and downs, but the best thing that happened to Dusty was meeting a special pop star, Apollo Trolli. Never had he expected to bond so deeply with another candy, and before he knew it, he was engaged! His joy going down the aisle was immeasurable, and he now lives happily as a Trolli!

Additional Information:
-His fingers are chalk, primary colors, black and white. With his fingers he can create nearly any hue he wants for his sidewalk art

-Chalk seems to form naturally in his hair and tail. Fine powdered sugar grows in excess in his fur and hair, rubbing and building daily to create chalk. Basically, Dusty has an unlimited supply of chalk.

-Got his nickname when in elementary school, everyone knew where he was because he'd leave a trail of dusty colored fingerprints wherever he went. The name stuck and to this day he prefers to be called "Dusty" rather than Dustin

-Wears gloves while at work so his fingerprints don't get everywhere. It's only sanitary to do so.

-His apartment has turned into a huge mural of chalk art. Thankfully it washes off with warm sugar water, otherwise he would've been kicked out ages ago

-On occasion he has pain free days, it's those rare days he'll pick up his guitar and play for an hour, just to remember what it felt like to make music that everyone loved

-More often than not he's got colored smudges on his cheeks and in his hair from his hands. He doesn't notice, most of the time he doesn't care

Dustin belongs to me

application was made by Planet-Spatulon

Description

Name: Dustin "Dusty" Trolli

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Height: 5'7"

Build: Scrawny but not quite underweight. Not very muscular.

Candy Type: Candy Chalk

Personality:
Dusty's shy and has very low self-esteem. At first blush he often comes across as extremely pessimistic which can often turn other candies away, chances are you simply caught him in the middle of one of his deep thoughts or while he's in pain. His introversion does allow him to make a wonderful listener, however and if someone's down he'll take time to sit, hand them a chocolate milk and listen. On occasion he's even been known to hug people. After all, even if his life is meaningless it doesn't mean everyone else's lives have to suck too.

Likes:
-Nighttime. Dude is a total night owl
-Big baggy sweaters. All the more to hide in
-Music, specifically strings
-spicy foods

Dislikes:

-His hair and fur getting wet. becomes a total sticky mess
-Large crowds
-Rain. See first dislike but also it makes his colored fingers run
-Losing his train of thought or concentration when drawing

Job: Barista

History:
His parents saw so much potential in him. From the moment he could comprehend the world around him, Dusty was gifted with simply understanding music. His parents loved him, his teachers praised him, students respected him. Seeing how successful he could be, his parents poured everything toward the highest end music classes. Dusty did well in all the instruments given to him but excelled in strings. Scolarships, concerts, they were all his for the taking, and he loved every minute of being in that spotlight. He never thought being put on a pedastle so high would ever come with the potential of it all crashing down.

Until one night, he was in his first year of high school, another successful concert, contented audience. He had been up there for hours, the hot spotlights bearing down on him unrelenting. He didn't realize how much of a toll it had all taken on him until he was heading off the stage, swayed and fell. He woke up in the hospital, Dusty learned that he had all but shattered his hand. The doctors did what they could to fix it but the damage was extensive and nerves had been shot. Realization dawned on him and his entire family, he'd never be able to play instruments the way he had before. The path his parents had sent him on had been burned. Scolarships were retracted, lessons that were paid for would never be used, no more concerts to bring in extra revenue. In one short year his parents were deep in debt.

The condition of his dominant hand took a toll on Dusty as well. He was greatly humbled by the experience, he struggled to learn how to use his other hand, with no money to afford pain medicine he found himself more and more withdrawn. He became shy, worried for his parents, his future, everything. He dropped out of high school in his second year, doing any sort of job for money to help his family. When he was 18, his parents were caught selling on the black market and were taken away.

Scared, homeless and angry at the world for taking everything from him, Dusty took out all his frustrations on the walls, vandalizing the city and using his natural born chalk fingers to put grafitti everywhere. He did this for a couple of years, never staying in one place, his anger subsided, he realized he had no fulfillment in causing others frustration and pain. Just because he was hurt doesn't mean they should too. So, Dusty began making sidewalk murals, great spanning illusions. This felt better, he didn't want the attention, he wasn't worth the attention after so many years of being in the spotlight. He just wanted to see candies smile. Finally two years ago, he settled on the island of Jarr, taking up the job as barista to survive and at night he still makes illusionary sidewalk art to this day.

Living on the Island certainly had its ups and downs, but the best thing that happened to Dusty was meeting a special pop star, Apollo Trolli. Never had he expected to bond so deeply with another candy, and before he knew it, he was engaged! His joy going down the aisle was immeasurable, and he now lives happily as a Trolli!

Additional Information:
-His fingers are chalk, primary colors, black and white. With his fingers he can create nearly any hue he wants for his sidewalk art

-Chalk seems to form naturally in his hair and tail. Fine powdered sugar grows in excess in his fur and hair, rubbing and building daily to create chalk. Basically, Dusty has an unlimited supply of chalk.

-Got his nickname when in elementary school, everyone knew where he was because he'd leave a trail of dusty colored fingerprints wherever he went. The name stuck and to this day he prefers to be called "Dusty" rather than Dustin

-Wears gloves while at work so his fingerprints don't get everywhere. It's only sanitary to do so.

-His apartment has turned into a huge mural of chalk art. Thankfully it washes off with warm sugar water, otherwise he would've been kicked out ages ago

-On occasion he has pain free days, it's those rare days he'll pick up his guitar and play for an hour, just to remember what it felt like to make music that everyone loved

-More often than not he's got colored smudges on his cheeks and in his hair from his hands. He doesn't notice, most of the time he doesn't care

Dustin belongs to me

application was made by Planet-Spatulon