HELLO I AM AN APPLICATION FOR SINGULARITY RPG
OOC Journal: lunais_cross
Name: Liana
Under 18? Nope!
Email/IM: lirance@gmail.com | lirance @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: N/A
Character Information ;
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Name of Canon: Homestuck
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon!
Reference: 'sup
Canon Point: Act 5 Act 2, specifically here when she signs off before current!Dave falls asleep.
Setting: oh my god you guys must be so sick of all the Homestuck recaps up in here
alright then here we go again PCHOOOOOO
Terezi Pyrope is a troll from Alternia, which is one of the most brutal planets in existence. Very few trolls can withstand the blistering sun, which is so bright that looking at it for even a few moments can be enough to blind. Furthermore, hordes of the undead come out during the day to feast on the flesh of the living. Because of this, trolls are basically forced to become nocturnal, but even this is not enough to protect one from the dangers of the planet. Even if they are able to avoid the vicious musclebeasts that roam at night, they could still be easily killed by their fellow trolls, which happens a lot more than one would think. They're naturally kind of assholes.
Troll reproduction begins when two trolls either love or hate each other very much. An imperial drone comes round with filial pails to collect the genetic material from those trolls. If they can't supply the material, it'll kill them without hesitation. One can only imagine how terrifying mate-or-die fanfiction must be there. The drone will take the pails to a mother grub in a brooding cavern to be combined in a diabolical incestuous slurry, which is then used in the laying of hundreds of eggs. Once hatched, the newborn trolls hatch into wigglers and cuddle up a stalactite and spin their cocoons. They will pupate for a time, undergoing metamorphosis and gaining limbs.
(Of course, reading all that was somewhat of a waste of time because pretty much none of that weirdness applies to the Homestuck trolls because they're all actually paradox clones of themselves that were created in an ectobiology lab by Karkat during their Sgrub session. You suddenly understand jack shit. Andrew Hussie is the biggest troll of all.)
Once fully limbed, the trolls immediately begin a series of incredibly lethal trials in that pretty much slaughter like all the trolls. The ones that survive are adopted by wild creatures called lusus naturae. Lusus act as parent surrogates for the young trolls, and they will watch over and protect them all throughout life. The trolls have to learn to act as a sort of zookeeper, feeding and caring for their lusus in turn. Together they go to the surface and, with the help of carpenter drones, build a hive in which they can live. Here they will stay until adulthood, at which point they will presumably join the rest of the adults in their mission of imperial conquest. FOR THE EMPEROR!
(Terezi's lusus is a sightless dragon that perceives the world through their enhanced senses of smell and taste. For many years she did not actually have any contact with her lusus; if it were to hatch, it would tip a doomsday scale and cause of the end of the world. It wasn't until Terezi went blind and her dream self woke up that she heard from her guardian.)
Lusus will only choose trolls that have the same color blood as them, which range through all the colors of the rainbow. Trolls are sorted into castes based on the color of their blood, with red blood being the lowest and violet blood being the highest. "Low" bloods usually have psychic powers, but are more vulnerable to psychic attacks and sometimes hear the voices of the dead. "High" bloods usually don't have powers, but they are not susceptible to psychic attacks.
(Since Terezi has teal blood, Vriska had to get around her natural resistance by controlling Tavros, using his power over animals to control Terezi's dragon, and then using the dragon's control over Terezi to get her to open her eyes during the day. PSYCHIC DOUBLE REACH-AROUND.)
Troll romance is a hugely complicated thing that not even trolls themselves fully understand and oh god Hussie stop making us read this exposition I mean seriously what is even wrong with you huaghraghadghrhghadsdfsa
The CliffsNotes version is basically this:
Whereas humans only have one concept of romance, trolls have four, based on feelings of hate and pity. Relationships are either conciliatory (moirallegiances and auspistices, platonic) or concupiscent (matesprits and kismeses, reproductctive). Sex and gender play almost no part in the formation of these relationships, and the idea of differentiating on these grounds is foreign to them; rather, romances are based entirely on chemistry.
Emotions based on pity are:
- Matespriteship, which is the quadrant most similar to the human concept of romantic love. It is symbolized with a red heart. (Karkat and Terezi are heavily implied/pretty much outright stated to be matesprits.)
- Moirallegiances, which involves one troll being fated to watch over the other and keep them in line. It's basically being someone's Morality Pet. It is symbolized by a pale diamond.
Relationships based on hate are:
- Kismesissitude, which is based on mutual hatred for one another. It's your classic FoeYay situation. It is symbolized by a black spade.
- Auspisticeship, which is a three-way relationship between two rivals and a facilitator who mediates between the two so that they stay functional. It is symbolized by an ashen club.
Sgrub (and its human counterpart Sburb) is a hybrid Sims/RPG game whose ultimate purpose is to create universes. It was adapted by a friend of Terezi's named Sollux, who believed that the game would kill its players and save the world. However, the opposite is true.
There are two warring factions in the game, a battle of good (Prospit) versus evil (Derse). They are fighting over a planet called Skaia, which is a place of unlimited creative potential. Derse, led by the black king, is always destined to win, and once the inevitable happens he launches the Veil, a ring of meteors, at Skaia to destroy it in an event called The Reckoning. Skaia opens portals all around itself as a defense mechanism -- unfortunately, the portals open up to the players' home planet. Players must enter the Medium (the game space), defeat the black king, and stop the Reckoning before Skaia runs out of portals.
Players of these games would have a dream self present on either Prospit or Derse. These dream selves are representations of the dreamers and can function as extra lives of sorts -- if the player died during the course of the game, their dream self would wake up and pick up where they left off. These acted as "resets" -- the dream self that replaced Vriska had all its eyes and limbs, even though real!Vriska had lost her vision eightfold and an arm.
(Terezi is a Prospit dreamer. Her dream self woke up when she went blind, and while she slept her lusus taught her a new way to see the world. She is [or was] still blind in her dreams because deep down she prefers being that way.)
After all the players finally passed through all the gates, beat the bosses of their worlds, and defeated the black king, they were right about to claim their final reward when they were interrupted by The Scratch, which summoned a demon that completely trashed their session. As they took refuge out in the Veil, the demon destroyed both Derse and Prospit, killing all their dream selves. With nothing better to do, the trolls track down those who were responsible for this disaster and proceed to troll them out of frustration and a lack of anything better to do.
Personality: Terezi is the trollingest troll who ever trolled.
Okay, that's only mostly true, but she definitely is one of the most successful of the Alternians when it comes to messing around with the kids (and other trolls, for that matter). She's great at getting into people's heads and finding out what pushes their buttons, and she will exploit it given a reason and half a chance. She's not usually not serious in her dealings with others; her interactions with others usually have an incredibly silly slant to them, as evidenced by pretty much everything she does in this memo and the pictures of kids from the 80s and 90s drawn over in MS Paint and slash fanart she sends Dave. She's flirty, mocking, and sometimes downright fucking scary in her interactions with others, though her trolling rarely steps over into outright offensive or malicious territory -- what she does is more to like friendly teasing for the lulz. When she does cross those lines (like when she killed John in an alternate timeline), she genuinely feels pretty bad about it. Unless you're Vriska, of course, because then you totally deserve it.
The reason why she's so great at trolling others is her skill in manipulation. Like mentioned before, Terezi is very observant and great at finding out what makes others tick. While she usually does this only to fuck around with people, back in her FLARPing days she would dismantle entire teams with nothing but politics and headgames, and occasionally she will arrange things so that she gets what she wants. The crowning example of this is probably when she lays down the law on Vriska: she first contacts a nigh-omniscient, incredibly powerful being known to her as Mr. Vanilla Milkshake (actually Doc Scratch) and tells him Vriska has been cheating in the games the two of them play and that she knows why. She then threatens to kill Vriska and plays on her addiction to consulting prophetic devices. Unfortunately for Vriska, this particular device is a magic cue ball she had stolen from Mr. Vanilla Milkshake, the very same thing she'd been using to cheat against him. Terezi tells him she has it, causing him to flip the fuck out and make it blow up in Vriska's face. Doc Scratch had not wanted anything to do with the trolls' feud, nor was it particularly difficult for Terezi to garner the reactions she needed to make the scheme work.
Terezi is extremely interested in JUSTICE and ORCHESTRATING THE DEMISE OF THE WICKED. She possesses a strong set of morals and won't hurt people who don't deserve it. Back when she FLARPed, she imagined herself as part of a vigilante duo with Vriska devoted to taking down bad guys. When Vriska finally reveals herself as a HUGE BITCH, Terezi refuses to associate with her and to this day acts very coolly towards her. In the conversation where Vriska contacts her about violating their truce (the point of which she totally misunderstood), Terezi is very put out by the fact that her former friend is a gigantic liar and basically stepped all over her morals. Those who lie and murder are bad guys, and as an aspiring legislacerator she will punish bad guys to the fullest extent possible. If she can't get you through legal means, she will totally return to her vigilante roots and go rogue on your ass. That she stuff she did with Mr. Vanilla Milkshake to get him to blow up the cue ball? It was all to get vengeance on Vriska for hurting Tavros and Aradia. That whole "orchestrating the demise of the wicked" thing on her intro page isn't an exaggeration. She's Daredevil, Harvey Dent, and a bit of Batman all rolled up into one adorabloodthirsty troll package.
Because of the way she perceives her world, Terezi is obsessed with tastes, smells, and colors, especially that of other people's blood. Karkat's blood is a source of endless curiosity for her until she finally smells it under his skin, and the first thing she asks after Dave throws his body out the window is what his blood smells and tastes like. Where people tend to take their senses for granted, Terezi talks about hers all the time. Things are not simply red or brown, they are strong cherry cough syrup or chocolate. Even people are categorized this way, like Sollux being "appleberry blast" to her. When she draws things, she picks colors less by how things actually look and more by what colors smell or taste the best.
It is worth noting how surprisingly chill Terezi acts about a lot of things despite her natural silliness and enthusiasm. When Karkat comes busting in and demanding to take control of the Red Team, she just throws her hands up and lets him. She doesn't fight him about it or plot and backstab over it like Vriska and Equius. She just wants to play the game. Although their home and all the rest of the other trolls in existence are dead and gone, she's still somewhat upbeat about things instead of being emotionally crushed under the awfulness of their situation. She's not even upset about being blind -- deep down inside, she prefers being this way. If she'd never lost her sight, her dreamself wouldn't have woken up, and then she never would have heard from her lusus until it was prototyped in the Medium. Instead of getting hissy and lashing out at things, Terezi tends to just roll with life's punches. If something does bother her, she'd rather hide it or downplay how much it affects her rather than wear it on her sleeve.
Abilities and Weaknesses: Terezi Pyrope is basically troll Daredevil, except instead of being splashed in the eyes with a radioactive substance that enhanced the rest of her senses, she was the victim of a psychic double reacharound that forced her to stare at the intense Alternian sun, which eventually led to her gaining superhuman (supertroll?) senses. Troll Stan Lee would be all up in this shit. While she was unconscious, her dragon lusus telepathically taught her dream self how to "see" the world by smelling and tasting colors. For example, she can smell Karkat's blood through his skin and claims it is like strong cherry cough syrup, and she describes their session's Jack Noir as smelling like an oil slick and having a taste like a hint of licorice. Oh yeah and also she eats red chalk. It is the most delicious chalk. I guess pure, undistilled weirdness is just what you get when you see with your nose and tongue. So anyway, what she perceives with these senses doesn't have anywhere near the level of quality like what a person with sight could get, but it's more than enough to get by. If she needs to examine something in detail, she has to lick it instead.
Also like Daredevil, Terezi is a fighting machine. She will wallop your shit up with her cane, bitch. Unlike Daredevil, though, she doesn't have any special powers or abilities -- everything she does is something any troll could learn to do, given enough time and the right teacher.
Inventory:
- her CANEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS (which functions as both a weapon and her walking stick)
- a SYLLADEX of the SCRATCH AND SNIFF FETCH MODUS variety with six CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS, four of which are already occupied by the following objects:
--- a SMELLOSCOPE
--- a change of CLOTHING
--- a box of CHALK
--- a DRAWING TABLET
Appearance: Why, who's this young lady?
Terezi, like most other trolls, is humanoid, with grey skin, black hair, and a small pair of horns that resemble candy corn. Unlike other trolls, Terezi’s eyes are completely red from being burned from the sun. She wears plain black pants, a black shirt with a teal symbol for Libra on it, a pair of sunglasses, and red shoes. BLUH BLUH FASHION IS STUPID. She is very rarely (if ever) seen without a gigantic grin on her face. Physically she is in terrific shape, having spent pretty much the last who knows how long doing nothing but fighting all the enemies and scaling all the echeladders. All of them.
Age: 6 solar sweeps (approximately 13 years old in human terms)
Samples ;
Log Sample:
GC: NOW R3L34S3 M1ST3R OR4NG3 CR34MS1CL3S, ST4T
GC: 4ND H4V3 DR34MS 4S SW33T 4S H3 T4ST3S >:]
TG: ok see ya
Terezi pushed her chair back from the computer desk, a wide grin spread across her face. There was no way she was going to lose this competition with Vriska. Dave was going to be the best human boy in the entire Medium -- such an outrageously awesome coolkid like him couldn’t possibly lose out to a nerd like John. Backed by her, he would be able to overtake that gigantic dork, she just knew it. This chumpy impressionable boy-off was completely in the metaphorical bag.
She licked the Trollian display one last time -- mmm, orange creamsicles, so delicious -- before getting up and stretching, working the kinks out of her hunched shoulders. It wasn’t like she was the one who was on a strict schedule. She could afford to take some time off from trolling Dave and get some practice with her borrowed drawing tablet done. Maybe she'd surprise him with a SBaHJ-themed comic when she came back, resplendent with shitty JPEG artifacts and nose-punchingly awful coloring.
Oh hell yes. She was doing this, man. She was making this happen.
Terezi stepped through the transportalizer expecting to be greeted by the familiar smells of her room -- the light pavement grey walls, the fruity rainbow chalk drawings that make her sneeze, the hanged gumdrop dragon plushie criminals who had faced justice at her hands -- and yet everything was off.
No, not just off.
Wrong.
The unexpected heavy tang of gunmetal grey and sickly sweet decaying matter hit her like a punch to the nose, staggering her with the abruptness of it all. The sheer multitude of odors and colors and tastes lingering in the air overwhelmed her senses, and it took several long, disorienting moments for the jumble of scents to sort themselves out in her head and finally resolved into an image streaked messily with wet howlerbeast fur brown. Gross. A couple of short investigatory sniffs refined the image, causing her to quirk an eyebrow in confusion. Was this a junkyard? The meteor was too small to have anything this wide open and expansive. She and the other trolls would have discovered it by now, and besides, it definitely would not have been linked to her transportalizer.
She had barely called her walking stick out of its strife specibus and readied herself to explore the new area when something chimed above her.
“Welcome to Sancrosanct. Please watch your step.”
Network Sample:
[The feed is completely black for a few seconds until whatever it was that was obscuring the camera pulls back. There’s a brief close-up of a long grey something over the lens and oh gog is that a tongue it totally is oh gross before the view pulls back for a moment. There’s a sniffing noise, a flash of white -- is that a smile? -- and then the video abruptly cuts off. A few minutes later a text message is posted with the footage.]
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4M 1 3V3N ST1LL 1N TH3 M3D1UM OR 1S TH1S MOR3 W31RD 1NT3RD1M3NS1ON4L BULLSH1T SH3N4N1G4NS
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Name: Liana
Under 18? Nope!
Email/IM: lirance@gmail.com | lirance @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: N/A
Character Information ;
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Name of Canon: Homestuck
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon!
Reference: 'sup
Canon Point: Act 5 Act 2, specifically here when she signs off before current!Dave falls asleep.
Setting: oh my god you guys must be so sick of all the Homestuck recaps up in here
alright then here we go again PCHOOOOOO
Terezi Pyrope is a troll from Alternia, which is one of the most brutal planets in existence. Very few trolls can withstand the blistering sun, which is so bright that looking at it for even a few moments can be enough to blind. Furthermore, hordes of the undead come out during the day to feast on the flesh of the living. Because of this, trolls are basically forced to become nocturnal, but even this is not enough to protect one from the dangers of the planet. Even if they are able to avoid the vicious musclebeasts that roam at night, they could still be easily killed by their fellow trolls, which happens a lot more than one would think. They're naturally kind of assholes.
Troll reproduction begins when two trolls either love or hate each other very much. An imperial drone comes round with filial pails to collect the genetic material from those trolls. If they can't supply the material, it'll kill them without hesitation. One can only imagine how terrifying mate-or-die fanfiction must be there. The drone will take the pails to a mother grub in a brooding cavern to be combined in a diabolical incestuous slurry, which is then used in the laying of hundreds of eggs. Once hatched, the newborn trolls hatch into wigglers and cuddle up a stalactite and spin their cocoons. They will pupate for a time, undergoing metamorphosis and gaining limbs.
(Of course, reading all that was somewhat of a waste of time because pretty much none of that weirdness applies to the Homestuck trolls because they're all actually paradox clones of themselves that were created in an ectobiology lab by Karkat during their Sgrub session. You suddenly understand jack shit. Andrew Hussie is the biggest troll of all.)
Once fully limbed, the trolls immediately begin a series of incredibly lethal trials in that pretty much slaughter like all the trolls. The ones that survive are adopted by wild creatures called lusus naturae. Lusus act as parent surrogates for the young trolls, and they will watch over and protect them all throughout life. The trolls have to learn to act as a sort of zookeeper, feeding and caring for their lusus in turn. Together they go to the surface and, with the help of carpenter drones, build a hive in which they can live. Here they will stay until adulthood, at which point they will presumably join the rest of the adults in their mission of imperial conquest. FOR THE EMPEROR!
(Terezi's lusus is a sightless dragon that perceives the world through their enhanced senses of smell and taste. For many years she did not actually have any contact with her lusus; if it were to hatch, it would tip a doomsday scale and cause of the end of the world. It wasn't until Terezi went blind and her dream self woke up that she heard from her guardian.)
Lusus will only choose trolls that have the same color blood as them, which range through all the colors of the rainbow. Trolls are sorted into castes based on the color of their blood, with red blood being the lowest and violet blood being the highest. "Low" bloods usually have psychic powers, but are more vulnerable to psychic attacks and sometimes hear the voices of the dead. "High" bloods usually don't have powers, but they are not susceptible to psychic attacks.
(Since Terezi has teal blood, Vriska had to get around her natural resistance by controlling Tavros, using his power over animals to control Terezi's dragon, and then using the dragon's control over Terezi to get her to open her eyes during the day. PSYCHIC DOUBLE REACH-AROUND.)
Troll romance is a hugely complicated thing that not even trolls themselves fully understand and oh god Hussie stop making us read this exposition I mean seriously what is even wrong with you huaghraghadghrhghadsdfsa
The CliffsNotes version is basically this:
Whereas humans only have one concept of romance, trolls have four, based on feelings of hate and pity. Relationships are either conciliatory (moirallegiances and auspistices, platonic) or concupiscent (matesprits and kismeses, reproductctive). Sex and gender play almost no part in the formation of these relationships, and the idea of differentiating on these grounds is foreign to them; rather, romances are based entirely on chemistry.
Emotions based on pity are:
- Matespriteship, which is the quadrant most similar to the human concept of romantic love. It is symbolized with a red heart. (Karkat and Terezi are heavily implied/pretty much outright stated to be matesprits.)
- Moirallegiances, which involves one troll being fated to watch over the other and keep them in line. It's basically being someone's Morality Pet. It is symbolized by a pale diamond.
Relationships based on hate are:
- Kismesissitude, which is based on mutual hatred for one another. It's your classic FoeYay situation. It is symbolized by a black spade.
- Auspisticeship, which is a three-way relationship between two rivals and a facilitator who mediates between the two so that they stay functional. It is symbolized by an ashen club.
Sgrub (and its human counterpart Sburb) is a hybrid Sims/RPG game whose ultimate purpose is to create universes. It was adapted by a friend of Terezi's named Sollux, who believed that the game would kill its players and save the world. However, the opposite is true.
There are two warring factions in the game, a battle of good (Prospit) versus evil (Derse). They are fighting over a planet called Skaia, which is a place of unlimited creative potential. Derse, led by the black king, is always destined to win, and once the inevitable happens he launches the Veil, a ring of meteors, at Skaia to destroy it in an event called The Reckoning. Skaia opens portals all around itself as a defense mechanism -- unfortunately, the portals open up to the players' home planet. Players must enter the Medium (the game space), defeat the black king, and stop the Reckoning before Skaia runs out of portals.
Players of these games would have a dream self present on either Prospit or Derse. These dream selves are representations of the dreamers and can function as extra lives of sorts -- if the player died during the course of the game, their dream self would wake up and pick up where they left off. These acted as "resets" -- the dream self that replaced Vriska had all its eyes and limbs, even though real!Vriska had lost her vision eightfold and an arm.
(Terezi is a Prospit dreamer. Her dream self woke up when she went blind, and while she slept her lusus taught her a new way to see the world. She is [or was] still blind in her dreams because deep down she prefers being that way.)
After all the players finally passed through all the gates, beat the bosses of their worlds, and defeated the black king, they were right about to claim their final reward when they were interrupted by The Scratch, which summoned a demon that completely trashed their session. As they took refuge out in the Veil, the demon destroyed both Derse and Prospit, killing all their dream selves. With nothing better to do, the trolls track down those who were responsible for this disaster and proceed to troll them out of frustration and a lack of anything better to do.
Personality: Terezi is the trollingest troll who ever trolled.
Okay, that's only mostly true, but she definitely is one of the most successful of the Alternians when it comes to messing around with the kids (and other trolls, for that matter). She's great at getting into people's heads and finding out what pushes their buttons, and she will exploit it given a reason and half a chance. She's not usually not serious in her dealings with others; her interactions with others usually have an incredibly silly slant to them, as evidenced by pretty much everything she does in this memo and the pictures of kids from the 80s and 90s drawn over in MS Paint and slash fanart she sends Dave. She's flirty, mocking, and sometimes downright fucking scary in her interactions with others, though her trolling rarely steps over into outright offensive or malicious territory -- what she does is more to like friendly teasing for the lulz. When she does cross those lines (like when she killed John in an alternate timeline), she genuinely feels pretty bad about it. Unless you're Vriska, of course, because then you totally deserve it.
The reason why she's so great at trolling others is her skill in manipulation. Like mentioned before, Terezi is very observant and great at finding out what makes others tick. While she usually does this only to fuck around with people, back in her FLARPing days she would dismantle entire teams with nothing but politics and headgames, and occasionally she will arrange things so that she gets what she wants. The crowning example of this is probably when she lays down the law on Vriska: she first contacts a nigh-omniscient, incredibly powerful being known to her as Mr. Vanilla Milkshake (actually Doc Scratch) and tells him Vriska has been cheating in the games the two of them play and that she knows why. She then threatens to kill Vriska and plays on her addiction to consulting prophetic devices. Unfortunately for Vriska, this particular device is a magic cue ball she had stolen from Mr. Vanilla Milkshake, the very same thing she'd been using to cheat against him. Terezi tells him she has it, causing him to flip the fuck out and make it blow up in Vriska's face. Doc Scratch had not wanted anything to do with the trolls' feud, nor was it particularly difficult for Terezi to garner the reactions she needed to make the scheme work.
Terezi is extremely interested in JUSTICE and ORCHESTRATING THE DEMISE OF THE WICKED. She possesses a strong set of morals and won't hurt people who don't deserve it. Back when she FLARPed, she imagined herself as part of a vigilante duo with Vriska devoted to taking down bad guys. When Vriska finally reveals herself as a HUGE BITCH, Terezi refuses to associate with her and to this day acts very coolly towards her. In the conversation where Vriska contacts her about violating their truce (the point of which she totally misunderstood), Terezi is very put out by the fact that her former friend is a gigantic liar and basically stepped all over her morals. Those who lie and murder are bad guys, and as an aspiring legislacerator she will punish bad guys to the fullest extent possible. If she can't get you through legal means, she will totally return to her vigilante roots and go rogue on your ass. That she stuff she did with Mr. Vanilla Milkshake to get him to blow up the cue ball? It was all to get vengeance on Vriska for hurting Tavros and Aradia. That whole "orchestrating the demise of the wicked" thing on her intro page isn't an exaggeration. She's Daredevil, Harvey Dent, and a bit of Batman all rolled up into one adorabloodthirsty troll package.
Because of the way she perceives her world, Terezi is obsessed with tastes, smells, and colors, especially that of other people's blood. Karkat's blood is a source of endless curiosity for her until she finally smells it under his skin, and the first thing she asks after Dave throws his body out the window is what his blood smells and tastes like. Where people tend to take their senses for granted, Terezi talks about hers all the time. Things are not simply red or brown, they are strong cherry cough syrup or chocolate. Even people are categorized this way, like Sollux being "appleberry blast" to her. When she draws things, she picks colors less by how things actually look and more by what colors smell or taste the best.
It is worth noting how surprisingly chill Terezi acts about a lot of things despite her natural silliness and enthusiasm. When Karkat comes busting in and demanding to take control of the Red Team, she just throws her hands up and lets him. She doesn't fight him about it or plot and backstab over it like Vriska and Equius. She just wants to play the game. Although their home and all the rest of the other trolls in existence are dead and gone, she's still somewhat upbeat about things instead of being emotionally crushed under the awfulness of their situation. She's not even upset about being blind -- deep down inside, she prefers being this way. If she'd never lost her sight, her dreamself wouldn't have woken up, and then she never would have heard from her lusus until it was prototyped in the Medium. Instead of getting hissy and lashing out at things, Terezi tends to just roll with life's punches. If something does bother her, she'd rather hide it or downplay how much it affects her rather than wear it on her sleeve.
Abilities and Weaknesses: Terezi Pyrope is basically troll Daredevil, except instead of being splashed in the eyes with a radioactive substance that enhanced the rest of her senses, she was the victim of a psychic double reacharound that forced her to stare at the intense Alternian sun, which eventually led to her gaining superhuman (supertroll?) senses. Troll Stan Lee would be all up in this shit. While she was unconscious, her dragon lusus telepathically taught her dream self how to "see" the world by smelling and tasting colors. For example, she can smell Karkat's blood through his skin and claims it is like strong cherry cough syrup, and she describes their session's Jack Noir as smelling like an oil slick and having a taste like a hint of licorice. Oh yeah and also she eats red chalk. It is the most delicious chalk. I guess pure, undistilled weirdness is just what you get when you see with your nose and tongue. So anyway, what she perceives with these senses doesn't have anywhere near the level of quality like what a person with sight could get, but it's more than enough to get by. If she needs to examine something in detail, she has to lick it instead.
Also like Daredevil, Terezi is a fighting machine. She will wallop your shit up with her cane, bitch. Unlike Daredevil, though, she doesn't have any special powers or abilities -- everything she does is something any troll could learn to do, given enough time and the right teacher.
Inventory:
- her CANEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS (which functions as both a weapon and her walking stick)
- a SYLLADEX of the SCRATCH AND SNIFF FETCH MODUS variety with six CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS, four of which are already occupied by the following objects:
--- a SMELLOSCOPE
--- a change of CLOTHING
--- a box of CHALK
--- a DRAWING TABLET
Appearance: Why, who's this young lady?
Terezi, like most other trolls, is humanoid, with grey skin, black hair, and a small pair of horns that resemble candy corn. Unlike other trolls, Terezi’s eyes are completely red from being burned from the sun. She wears plain black pants, a black shirt with a teal symbol for Libra on it, a pair of sunglasses, and red shoes. BLUH BLUH FASHION IS STUPID. She is very rarely (if ever) seen without a gigantic grin on her face. Physically she is in terrific shape, having spent pretty much the last who knows how long doing nothing but fighting all the enemies and scaling all the echeladders. All of them.
Age: 6 solar sweeps (approximately 13 years old in human terms)
Samples ;
Log Sample:
GC: NOW R3L34S3 M1ST3R OR4NG3 CR34MS1CL3S, ST4T
GC: 4ND H4V3 DR34MS 4S SW33T 4S H3 T4ST3S >:]
TG: ok see ya
Terezi pushed her chair back from the computer desk, a wide grin spread across her face. There was no way she was going to lose this competition with Vriska. Dave was going to be the best human boy in the entire Medium -- such an outrageously awesome coolkid like him couldn’t possibly lose out to a nerd like John. Backed by her, he would be able to overtake that gigantic dork, she just knew it. This chumpy impressionable boy-off was completely in the metaphorical bag.
She licked the Trollian display one last time -- mmm, orange creamsicles, so delicious -- before getting up and stretching, working the kinks out of her hunched shoulders. It wasn’t like she was the one who was on a strict schedule. She could afford to take some time off from trolling Dave and get some practice with her borrowed drawing tablet done. Maybe she'd surprise him with a SBaHJ-themed comic when she came back, resplendent with shitty JPEG artifacts and nose-punchingly awful coloring.
Oh hell yes. She was doing this, man. She was making this happen.
Terezi stepped through the transportalizer expecting to be greeted by the familiar smells of her room -- the light pavement grey walls, the fruity rainbow chalk drawings that make her sneeze, the hanged gumdrop dragon plushie criminals who had faced justice at her hands -- and yet everything was off.
No, not just off.
Wrong.
The unexpected heavy tang of gunmetal grey and sickly sweet decaying matter hit her like a punch to the nose, staggering her with the abruptness of it all. The sheer multitude of odors and colors and tastes lingering in the air overwhelmed her senses, and it took several long, disorienting moments for the jumble of scents to sort themselves out in her head and finally resolved into an image streaked messily with wet howlerbeast fur brown. Gross. A couple of short investigatory sniffs refined the image, causing her to quirk an eyebrow in confusion. Was this a junkyard? The meteor was too small to have anything this wide open and expansive. She and the other trolls would have discovered it by now, and besides, it definitely would not have been linked to her transportalizer.
She had barely called her walking stick out of its strife specibus and readied herself to explore the new area when something chimed above her.
“Welcome to Sancrosanct. Please watch your step.”
Network Sample:
[The feed is completely black for a few seconds until whatever it was that was obscuring the camera pulls back. There’s a brief close-up of a long grey something over the lens and oh gog is that a tongue it totally is oh gross before the view pulls back for a moment. There’s a sniffing noise, a flash of white -- is that a smile? -- and then the video abruptly cuts off. A few minutes later a text message is posted with the footage.]
H4H4 OH WOW TH3S3 TH1NGS TOT4LLY W3R3NT D3S1GN3D W1TH BL1ND P3OPL3 1N M1ND
WH4T K1ND OF SOC13TY DO3SNT PROV1DE FOR TH31R V1SU4LLY 1MP41R3D
HOW 1NCONS1D3R4T3
TH3R3 1SNT 3V3N 4 SCR33N TO L1CK
ONLY TH1S STUP1D HOLO PROJ3CTOR BR4C3L3T TH1NG
WH4T G1V3S??
OK4Y BUT S3R1OUSLY WH3R3 4M 1
1 M34N 1 KNOW TH3 COOL M1NT L4DY S41D TH1S W4S C4LL3D S4NCROS4NCT BUT TH4TS NOT H3LPFUL 4T 4LL!
4M 1 3V3N ST1LL 1N TH3 M3D1UM OR 1S TH1S MOR3 W31RD 1NT3RD1M3NS1ON4L BULLSH1T SH3N4N1G4NS
1 THOUGHT 1 W4S DON3 W1TH W31RD 1NT3RD1M3NS1ON4L BULLSH1T SH3N4N1G4NS
BUT 1 GU3SS NOT
BLUHHH TH1S 1S STUP1D >:\