Here you go @officaltourmaline12. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind but I tried. I did what I could with what information I had.

This is the only OC writing I will do, unless it's an event (if I ever do one.)

Alternia was always a dangerous place for young trolls, especially for the lowbloods. With the high chance of being culled a troll would never know when their last day alive would be. But even for trolls higher in the spectrum can be in danger if caught doing something against the rules. Apollo knew that, but apparently he really just didn't care.

As Apollo rummaged through the duffel bag he muttered to himself. He looks through the several items he had managed to snatch from unsuspecting troll's pockets along with a bunch of other things he had chucked in. He lets out a quiet 'aha' as he finds what he was looking for, he pulls out a spray paint can. He uncaps it, shakes it and begins to on making his new "masterpiece".

He feels the paint drip a bit onto his grey hand as he continues. He hoped that he would remove the paint from his skin. Last time he had done this, he ended up with stained hands for weeks. He was forced to wear gloves, and that sure as hell was not fun.

Apollo had done this plenty of times, slunk around through alleyways until he found a suitable spot to vandalize. He had never been caught, which he was quite thankful for. Despite the fact he was a teal blood, someone who was supposed to uphold the law, he did the exact opposite. He wasn't sure why he did so, rebellion, or was he simply just bored. He was quite proud that he had never been caught, but unfortunately that made him cocky.

"Hold it." a voice commands, making Apollo halt in his current position.

'Shit.' He thought to himself.

In an attempt to save himself, Apollo swiftly grabs a hold of his bag and makes a run for it. Once again fortune was not on his side, he crashes into another Indigo blood, which sends him flying onto the ground. He hisses as he feels the skin of his palms scrape against the cement. He feels himself being picked up by one of the Indigo bloods.

"Hey, let me go!" Apollo yells as his struggles to escape the tough grip.

"So it's a teal blood that's been doing this." One of the guards sneers.

Apollo began to panic, not wanting to go through the consequences of what he had done. His paint and blood covered hands try to remove the guard's hands from the back of his shirt.

"What's happening here?" a voice asks.

Apollo turns to see a troll standing not too far from the three of them. From the teal on their clothes he easily assumed that they were indeed a teal blood. The thing that almost got Apollo was the horns that sat upon their head. They were identical to his, except they were obviously bigger.

The two guards almost seemed afraid of the teal blood. Which was weird since indigo bloods usually weren't scared of teal bloods.

"Leave this one to me." The mysterious troll states.

"Of course." The trolls say.

Apollo is dropped and the two guards are on their way. Apollo winces when he lands on his butt, he looks up at the other troll, scared. If the indigo bloods were scared of him, then there must be a very good reason.

The adult troll walks up to Apollo, he looks down at the fallen troll.

"Am I really your ancestor?" he sighs, more to himself than Apollo.

Apollo was shocked, not knowing what to do. So he sat there, seriously confused. He thought that the older troll had similar horns to him, but he never expected to actually be in any way related to them.

"Come on," the adult sighs once again, "the sun will be out soon, so you can stay in my hive until it goes back down."

Apollo hesitantly takes the teal blood's hand and he hoists the younger troll to their feet.

"Alright, let's go."

Apollo follows behind the much taller troll, in awe at his ancestor. He had an urge to run away from the troll who claimed to be his ancestor, but he though accidentally bumping into those indigo bloods against was worse. He goes to grab his duffel bag but a hand stops him.

"Don't even think about it."