Application: Singularity
Player Information ;
Your Nickname: Claire
OOC Journal: dunkass
Under 18? Hahaha no
Email/IM: aradiab0t@aol.com / Aradiab0t @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: None!
Character Information ;
Name: Aradia Megido
Name of Canon: Homestuck
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: It has its own wiki!
Canon Point: Just before exploding/ascending to God Tier.
Setting: Imagine Earth as you've always known it--maybe a few years into the future, however, technology advanced beyond what it is today. Now imagine you've been told Earth was actually created through a mysterious, ageless MMORPG responsible for creating all worlds, but only by destroying the worlds that existed before them. Now back up a good five billion or so years in time. Before Earth, there was Alternia. And on Alternia, there existed a conspicuously humanoid race called "trolls," living in a backwards society where cruelty = normal, kindness = weakness, and kids were raised by animals (literally!). Twelve of these trolls were responsible for creating Earth (and inadvertently destroying Alternia) through said ageless MMORPG. Aradia Megido was one of those twelve.
Personality: Aradia Megido was a very friendly, outgoing girl. An adventurous sort, she loved mimicking Indiana Jones (or the Alternian equivalent of Indian Jones), complete with hat and whip and excavation attempts. Headstrong, and a tiny bit impulsive, she would have done anything for her friends, especially going the extra mile to avenge one of them when they were wronged.
That was before she died, however.
Yes. She is actually dead throughout the majority of Homestuck.
Though Aradia still managed to exist in a ghost form, dying apparently took a negative toll on her. Either she became traumatized by her own death, or dying disconnected her from the feelings she had possessed while alive; but in either case, Aradia's lingering soul/spirit suddenly became devoid of emotion, to the extent where she could no longer remember what it felt like to feel in the first place. Her ghost ceased expressing interest in the subjects she used to enjoy with deep passion. Nor was her ghost capable of anger, hatred, or sorrow toward its present predicament. The ghost was, for all intents and purposes, a cold, empty robot. And then the ghost actually began inhabiting a robot--built for her by her friend Equius--but even this new body did not entirely restore Aradia's lost emotions.
Still, there have been occasions when Aradia is hinted to retain a semblance of sentience somewhere inside her metallic shell. When faced with her murderer again, she displays an uncharacteristic rage and proceeds to savagely beat her murderer to the brink of death. When she discovered that the boy who built her robot body for her, Equius Zahhak, had implanted within her an artificial heart with a personality chip for the purpose of trying to make her love him, she ripped the artificial heart out of her chest, crushed it, smacked Equius repeatedly, and then proceeded to kiss him. All of her own accord and independent of meddlesome programming. In her culture, there is a form of hate so strong that it turns into unbridled love, and Aradia is hinted to possess that form of love for Equius. This leads to further discrepancy as to whether or not she can actually feel emotion. In light of her behavior toward Equius, it seems more likely that she has simply forgotten how to feel rather than become incapable of feeling, and certain events trigger memories of lost sensations.
Aradia is obsessed with spirits, specifically ghosts. (She talks to them! This is a ability she possessed long before dying.) She is also obsessed with the concept of inevitability. If something happens, it's because it was meant to happen. Do not meddle with fate. In fact, if you can, do everything in your power to make sure fate realizes itself. (Which...is sort of meddling with fate, so that makes her a hypocrite.) She claims not to care about anything, and she will repeatedly make sure you know about her all-encompassing apathy, but she's probably not entirely as apathetic as she claims to be. On the contrary, she is shown to be quite silly, professing her love for "smashing things" and ribbiting at inopportune times.
Yeah. She likes to ribbit. Good luck with that.
Give her access to a computer, or anything remotely like it, and Aradia obnoxiously finds a way to reformat the default font settings as per her preferences. She replaces all o's with 0's, perhaps in a melodramatic attempt to convey how "empty" she is. She frequently utilizes a zero-eyed emoticon (specifically: 0_0), and she apparently finds punctuation and capitalization to be superfluous, as she uses neither in online conversation.
She is described as being "mopey" by Karkat Vantas, further indicating a possible level of melodrama to her emotionlessness, and though she claims to have no interest in life or living beings, she all too readily refers to the other characters as her friends.
In a nutshell, her default attitude is to be curt and blunt with everyone she speaks to, declaring as often as possible that she "does not care" (about anything, ever), but while she's doing that, she'll take every opportunity she gets to be random as hell. This character is more or less what would happen if you took a silly, carefree girl and suddenly gave her Schizoid Personality Disorder.
Inventory: Aradia possesses a "sylladex," which is an inventory that can digitize virtually all objects so long as you have the correct cards for "captchaloguing" them. Her "fetch modus," AKA method of retrieving items from this sylladex, is "Ouija"...which basically means she leaves her item retrieval up to chance "the spirits." In other words, she can't control what item she pulls out of her inventory. That said, we don't actually know what's in the inventory, except for a whip--which she no longer uses because she's too apathetic to do that.
...Actually, given said apathy, it's more than likely that she just left her inventory at home. Yeah. I'm gonna say she's got nothing on her person.
Abilities: [I noticed this section was present on the sample app, but it was nowhere on the actual application form. I don't know if that was intentional or not, but I figured I would add it in/fill it out anyway just to play it safe. Sorry if I'm in the wrong!!]
Aradia Megido can...
Speak to/with the dead. It seems that in Homestuck, at least for the Alternians, the lower your blood color is on the visible spectrum of colors, the greater your psychic ability. Aradia was born with the ability to hear dead people. Move objects with her mind. She's telekinetic! I may be wrong about this, because it wasn't specified in the comic, but I think her telekinesis is only something she gained after inhabiting the robot body Equius gave her. So, in other words, it would be generated by her chassis. This is the assumption I generally go by. Float. Since her body is an object, and she can clearly lift objects with her mind, this means she can lift herself, too. I imagine it's pretty fun.
Appearance: She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a young teen...only a robot. Her hair is synthetic, wavy, and gray, and on either side of her head sit curled ram's horns. Her eyes are luminous and red. Seams are visible in her face where whatever metal was used to construct her had to be molded to resemble the shape of a skull. On her torso is the blue zodiac sign for Aries. Arbitrarily, she wears a black wraparound skirt.
Age: ~13 in human years at the time of her death.
Samples ;
Log Sample:
A loud metal clang reverberated through still, chilly air as a figure--perhaps an object--landed with forceful impact on a bed of iron ore and junked resources. The resources shifted, however, and it became apparent at once that the fallen object was very much animate.
It started with a hand. Sleek and metal and gray, attached at the end of a long, mechanical, ribbed arm, the hand shot out of the rubble heap and attached to a rusted hubcap lying nearby, digits flexing with the soft whir of artificial joints locking and unlocking. The rest of the arm slid out of the rubble pile, like the specimen of a Maharashtran snake charmer. The junk heap wriggled, old soda cans and spokes and sprockets tumbling off their makeshift spires, and the body to which the arm was (presumably!) attached rose free from its not-quite-imposing prison.
It was a robot. A robot with glowing eyes an ungodly shade of red, horns curling around the head adorned with hair meticulously woven and measured and shaped to resemble an actual young girl's hair (someone had too much free time on his hands,) and an apathetic blue smile painted on its arbitrary lips.
"Welcome to..." someone (or something?) was saying overhead. The robot adjusted its--her, thank you--auditory sensors to pick up the information conveyed, but immediately deemed it as superfluous and turned her auditory sensors back off. The lenses of her eyes zoomed out, then back in to record the environment surrounding her. A scrapyard, it seemed; deceptively endless in appearance, but the eyes switched to thermal imaging and the robot (the girl, thank you very much) did not pick up on any lifeforms nearby. Without nerve endings, she could not detect the cold air washing over her body. What she could detect was that she was no longer in the laboratory back in the Incipisphere. This was not a part of the Sgrub session.
What...was going on? The ghost inhabiting the robot took a pause from inspecting her environment to internalize. She was supposed to explode with the destruction of Derse and awaken as a dreamself; she had foreseen the inevitability of her death and rebirth time and time (and time) again in her Mind's Eye. The Spirits had not spoken to her about the possibility of leaving the Incipisphere only to find herself in an unfamiliar...what? Was this a space station of some sort? And it was not like the Spirits to play pranks on her. (Except those rare mischievous occasions when they gave her the wrong object from her inventory--)
Well, Aradia reflected, whatever was going on here--she did not particularly care. In considering her present predicament, she did not feel panicked. She did not feel angry. She did not even feel disappointed that things hadn't played out according to plan.
(That lack of emotion was a bit disappointing in itself, really. If only she could--)
With that same painted blue smile on her lips, Aradia Megido shook off the last of the junk metals and began floating (ah, the wonders of telekinesis...) without any specific direction.
(...She still hadn't set her auditory sensors back on. Oops.)
Network Sample:
[It is a text sample! Yay. ...Also she is not the chattiest of characters--her apathy makes her curt, and in being curt, she comes off as very rude--so I hope this is alright. If it's not long enough I'll be happy to redo it as a video sample or something.]
0k
ive decided
if im here its because i was meant t0 be here
basically the spirits are liars 0_0
als0 i require maintenance
i think
f0r s0me reas0n i cant hear anything
i d0nt really care th0ugh
bye
Your Nickname: Claire
OOC Journal: dunkass
Under 18? Hahaha no
Email/IM: aradiab0t@aol.com / Aradiab0t @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: None!
Character Information ;
Name: Aradia Megido
Name of Canon: Homestuck
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: It has its own wiki!
Canon Point: Just before exploding/ascending to God Tier.
Setting: Imagine Earth as you've always known it--maybe a few years into the future, however, technology advanced beyond what it is today. Now imagine you've been told Earth was actually created through a mysterious, ageless MMORPG responsible for creating all worlds, but only by destroying the worlds that existed before them. Now back up a good five billion or so years in time. Before Earth, there was Alternia. And on Alternia, there existed a conspicuously humanoid race called "trolls," living in a backwards society where cruelty = normal, kindness = weakness, and kids were raised by animals (literally!). Twelve of these trolls were responsible for creating Earth (and inadvertently destroying Alternia) through said ageless MMORPG. Aradia Megido was one of those twelve.
Personality: Aradia Megido was a very friendly, outgoing girl. An adventurous sort, she loved mimicking Indiana Jones (or the Alternian equivalent of Indian Jones), complete with hat and whip and excavation attempts. Headstrong, and a tiny bit impulsive, she would have done anything for her friends, especially going the extra mile to avenge one of them when they were wronged.
That was before she died, however.
Yes. She is actually dead throughout the majority of Homestuck.
Though Aradia still managed to exist in a ghost form, dying apparently took a negative toll on her. Either she became traumatized by her own death, or dying disconnected her from the feelings she had possessed while alive; but in either case, Aradia's lingering soul/spirit suddenly became devoid of emotion, to the extent where she could no longer remember what it felt like to feel in the first place. Her ghost ceased expressing interest in the subjects she used to enjoy with deep passion. Nor was her ghost capable of anger, hatred, or sorrow toward its present predicament. The ghost was, for all intents and purposes, a cold, empty robot. And then the ghost actually began inhabiting a robot--built for her by her friend Equius--but even this new body did not entirely restore Aradia's lost emotions.
Still, there have been occasions when Aradia is hinted to retain a semblance of sentience somewhere inside her metallic shell. When faced with her murderer again, she displays an uncharacteristic rage and proceeds to savagely beat her murderer to the brink of death. When she discovered that the boy who built her robot body for her, Equius Zahhak, had implanted within her an artificial heart with a personality chip for the purpose of trying to make her love him, she ripped the artificial heart out of her chest, crushed it, smacked Equius repeatedly, and then proceeded to kiss him. All of her own accord and independent of meddlesome programming. In her culture, there is a form of hate so strong that it turns into unbridled love, and Aradia is hinted to possess that form of love for Equius. This leads to further discrepancy as to whether or not she can actually feel emotion. In light of her behavior toward Equius, it seems more likely that she has simply forgotten how to feel rather than become incapable of feeling, and certain events trigger memories of lost sensations.
Aradia is obsessed with spirits, specifically ghosts. (She talks to them! This is a ability she possessed long before dying.) She is also obsessed with the concept of inevitability. If something happens, it's because it was meant to happen. Do not meddle with fate. In fact, if you can, do everything in your power to make sure fate realizes itself. (Which...is sort of meddling with fate, so that makes her a hypocrite.) She claims not to care about anything, and she will repeatedly make sure you know about her all-encompassing apathy, but she's probably not entirely as apathetic as she claims to be. On the contrary, she is shown to be quite silly, professing her love for "smashing things" and ribbiting at inopportune times.
Yeah. She likes to ribbit. Good luck with that.
Give her access to a computer, or anything remotely like it, and Aradia obnoxiously finds a way to reformat the default font settings as per her preferences. She replaces all o's with 0's, perhaps in a melodramatic attempt to convey how "empty" she is. She frequently utilizes a zero-eyed emoticon (specifically: 0_0), and she apparently finds punctuation and capitalization to be superfluous, as she uses neither in online conversation.
She is described as being "mopey" by Karkat Vantas, further indicating a possible level of melodrama to her emotionlessness, and though she claims to have no interest in life or living beings, she all too readily refers to the other characters as her friends.
In a nutshell, her default attitude is to be curt and blunt with everyone she speaks to, declaring as often as possible that she "does not care" (about anything, ever), but while she's doing that, she'll take every opportunity she gets to be random as hell. This character is more or less what would happen if you took a silly, carefree girl and suddenly gave her Schizoid Personality Disorder.
Inventory: Aradia possesses a "sylladex," which is an inventory that can digitize virtually all objects so long as you have the correct cards for "captchaloguing" them. Her "fetch modus," AKA method of retrieving items from this sylladex, is "Ouija"...which basically means she leaves her item retrieval up to chance "the spirits." In other words, she can't control what item she pulls out of her inventory. That said, we don't actually know what's in the inventory, except for a whip--which she no longer uses because she's too apathetic to do that.
...Actually, given said apathy, it's more than likely that she just left her inventory at home. Yeah. I'm gonna say she's got nothing on her person.
Abilities: [I noticed this section was present on the sample app, but it was nowhere on the actual application form. I don't know if that was intentional or not, but I figured I would add it in/fill it out anyway just to play it safe. Sorry if I'm in the wrong!!]
Aradia Megido can...
Appearance: She looks, for all intents and purposes, like a young teen...only a robot. Her hair is synthetic, wavy, and gray, and on either side of her head sit curled ram's horns. Her eyes are luminous and red. Seams are visible in her face where whatever metal was used to construct her had to be molded to resemble the shape of a skull. On her torso is the blue zodiac sign for Aries. Arbitrarily, she wears a black wraparound skirt.
Age: ~13 in human years at the time of her death.
Samples ;
Log Sample:
A loud metal clang reverberated through still, chilly air as a figure--perhaps an object--landed with forceful impact on a bed of iron ore and junked resources. The resources shifted, however, and it became apparent at once that the fallen object was very much animate.
It started with a hand. Sleek and metal and gray, attached at the end of a long, mechanical, ribbed arm, the hand shot out of the rubble heap and attached to a rusted hubcap lying nearby, digits flexing with the soft whir of artificial joints locking and unlocking. The rest of the arm slid out of the rubble pile, like the specimen of a Maharashtran snake charmer. The junk heap wriggled, old soda cans and spokes and sprockets tumbling off their makeshift spires, and the body to which the arm was (presumably!) attached rose free from its not-quite-imposing prison.
It was a robot. A robot with glowing eyes an ungodly shade of red, horns curling around the head adorned with hair meticulously woven and measured and shaped to resemble an actual young girl's hair (someone had too much free time on his hands,) and an apathetic blue smile painted on its arbitrary lips.
"Welcome to..." someone (or something?) was saying overhead. The robot adjusted its--her, thank you--auditory sensors to pick up the information conveyed, but immediately deemed it as superfluous and turned her auditory sensors back off. The lenses of her eyes zoomed out, then back in to record the environment surrounding her. A scrapyard, it seemed; deceptively endless in appearance, but the eyes switched to thermal imaging and the robot (the girl, thank you very much) did not pick up on any lifeforms nearby. Without nerve endings, she could not detect the cold air washing over her body. What she could detect was that she was no longer in the laboratory back in the Incipisphere. This was not a part of the Sgrub session.
What...was going on? The ghost inhabiting the robot took a pause from inspecting her environment to internalize. She was supposed to explode with the destruction of Derse and awaken as a dreamself; she had foreseen the inevitability of her death and rebirth time and time (and time) again in her Mind's Eye. The Spirits had not spoken to her about the possibility of leaving the Incipisphere only to find herself in an unfamiliar...what? Was this a space station of some sort? And it was not like the Spirits to play pranks on her. (Except those rare mischievous occasions when they gave her the wrong object from her inventory--)
Well, Aradia reflected, whatever was going on here--she did not particularly care. In considering her present predicament, she did not feel panicked. She did not feel angry. She did not even feel disappointed that things hadn't played out according to plan.
(That lack of emotion was a bit disappointing in itself, really. If only she could--)
With that same painted blue smile on her lips, Aradia Megido shook off the last of the junk metals and began floating (ah, the wonders of telekinesis...) without any specific direction.
(...She still hadn't set her auditory sensors back on. Oops.)
Network Sample:
[It is a text sample! Yay. ...Also she is not the chattiest of characters--her apathy makes her curt, and in being curt, she comes off as very rude--so I hope this is alright. If it's not long enough I'll be happy to redo it as a video sample or something.]
0k
ive decided
if im here its because i was meant t0 be here
basically the spirits are liars 0_0
als0 i require maintenance
i think
f0r s0me reas0n i cant hear anything
i d0nt really care th0ugh
bye