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Feb 25, 2007 11:27

[ Player Name ] : Poptart
[ Personal LJ ] : princesscurls
[ Age ] : 16
[ Timezone ] : GMT + 8
[ Other Characters ] : N/A

[ Character's Name ] : Vriska Serket, "Marquise Spinneret Mindfang"
[ Character's Age ] : 6 Solar Sweeps, equivalent to 13 Earth Years
[ Series ] : Homestuck
[ Canon Point ] : Middle

[ History ] :

Wikis are so convenient.

[ Personality ] :

To Vriska, the world exists merely for her entertainment. She is the star, it’s her, because a Serketless spotlight isn’t much of a spotlight at all. She seriously does have a ridiculous, elevated self-confidence; she thinks she’s awesome at everything and that she is “kind of a big deal”. In truth, she is only great at some things, specifically ones that involve extreme roleplaying, and she considers the things she’s not good at as either frivolous or automatically boring and should left for someone else to do. She has too many irons in the fire, you see, and she simply can’t be bothered with trivial stuff.

All of her actions are driven by hate, selfishness and self-preservation. She’s driven, deceitful, cunning, manipulative and vengeful. Her actions border on the sociopathic; she has no problems with backstabbing everyone and killing people indiscriminately. Karkat explained that there is a part of her brain that hates everyone, or at least a part that pretends to hate everyone which is worse, and that she’s incapable of empathy and pity that doesn’t involve her, and he’s right about that. She’s insane and downright nasty to the core. It’s nigh impossible for her to be sincere without acting like a huge bitch, so it’s kind of hard not to want to punch her in the face.

She can’t really grasp the concept of “consequences”. She believes that everything bad that happens to her is because of her bad luck; her actions have nothing to do with them. For example, she keeps stepping on pointy dice and shards of broken eight balls not because she can’t be bothered to clean her own damn room but because she has rotten luck.

She’s horribly paranoid, all the while craving everyone’s attention. She tends to involve herself with everything, even if she doesn’t want to, because she thinks everybody’s out to get her. Something bad happens? Sabotage is clearly afoot! People are whispering to each other? They’re in cahoots, cahoots I say! Someone made a plan slightly similar to hers? My gog, he stole my idea!!!!!!!! And so on, and so forth. Heck, she locks herself in her hive because she thinks nobody likes her, or worse, hates her enough.

She likes to tease people. She’s usually really flirty, bossy, and condescending when interacting with others. Sometimes she tends to sugar coat her words just to get to somebody’s good side but only naive, impressionable people get tangled in her web. She’s not a master of manipulation (that would be Terezi) and her temper is pretty short so she usually drops the act immediately.

As for her interests, she loves adventure, treasure and Extreme Roleplaying. She’s a bit of a hoarder; she just piles everything she’s won somewhere. She’s also an apocalypse buff, which is something you can be on Alternia. She’s interested in End of The World Scenarios and various Doomsday Devices. She used to count on Dark Prognostication but after an Extreme Roleplaying accident, she lost her vision eightfold and resorted to consulting Black Oracles. Unfortunately, these Black Oracles are just dumb magic eight balls, so she often breaks them because of the ridiculous, guaranteed inaccuracy of their predictions. It’s a habit bordering on fetishistic. She really should stop, but addiction is a powerful thing. After Aradia killed her, she regained her vision eightfold and her non-robo arm but I doubt she stopped breaking those damn magic eight balls.

...Oh, and she has a crush on Nicolas Cage. Just thought I’d put that on the table where everyone can see it.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :

STRENGTHS

- Manipulation, but not through words. She has a special psychic ability that lets her control other people. They have to be impressionable for this to work.
- She’s physically stronger and tougher than the average human. She has to be tough because it’s either that or she dies. In troll society, it’s survival of the fittest.
- She can apparently make webs??? 0_0
- She can steal luck. I have no idea how that works.
- She has an eightfold vision now! Fantastic eyesight, oh yeahhh.
- She’s cunning. This could probably pass as a weakness, too.
- Her lack of prejudice. She hates everyone evenly. C:

WEAKNESSES

- Her paranoia definitely counts as one.
- Her inability to completely like and trust people.
- Her tendency to pour her self-hate onto other people.
- Her inability to think of the consequences of her own actions.
- Her selfishness.
- She gets flustered around buckets.
- Trolls can’t stand sunlight. Staring at the sky at day for a few seconds can make a troll go blind.

[ Other Important Facts ] :

When typing, she uses a dark blue font color similar to the color of her blood. She replaces the letter “b” and syllables that sound like “ate” or just “aye” with the number 8. For example: 8ad 8r8kes, w8stey w8stes w8ste. Statements tend to be overdramaaaaaaaatic. When flustered, she puts the number 8 in words that don’t really make sense phonetically. For example: H8RRY 8P!!!!!!!! When she repeats a letter, she does it eight times. Her smilies also have eight eyes, like so: ::::) Let me know if this is a problem. I understand it looks jarring to the people not used to it.

[ Sample ] :

Eight eyes slowly fluttered open. Her vision was greeted by a vast, blurry image of blue. The place she was in-wherever she was-had an atmosphere bright enough to see, absorb and be irritated by but dim enough so her delicate, troll retinas wouldn’t burn.

Glubbing. That was the first word that came to her head when she fully regained her consciousness, and she immediately regretted it. Glubbing? Seriously? She was in a bizarre, new land and all she could think of was a lame fish joke? Fuck, it wasn’t even a joke or a pun or anything! It was just a glub-a stupid, lousy, goddamn glub!

Vriska sat up, more than annoyed. She was wet, lost and confused; these were the worst feelings! What was she, a clueless boy skylark? She felt like she needed to calm her nerves or else throw a tantrum where everybody could see, so she pulled out one of her magic eight balls. She squeezed it, just for good measure, and slammed the thing on the ground. There was the familiar sound of plastic and glass breaking. Her nerves were calm now. That felt good.

But not so fast! She inspected her left hand, the very hand that used to be a robot, for some reason. It revealed a strange mark. She felt like she was branded. It was an odd, repulsive feeling that she wanted to get rid of. To add insult to injury, Pupa Pan’s dumb, stupid fairy that used to be fake was hovering above her shoulder, as if the universe wanted to just fuck with her today.

Hahahahahahahaha, not funny, cosmos.

[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] : Bluh, bluh.

!ooc, !application

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