paradisa application;
NAME: Senri
JOURNAL: senri
EMAIL: undead.invader@gmail.com
AIM: Sushiflop
WIKI NAME: Sushiflop
CHARACTERS: Rin Asano; payback
Tyki Mikk; phaseshifts
CHARACTER NAME: Kanaya Maryam
FANDOM: MSPA: Homestuck
CANON: Post-page 5247. :( That is, just after Eridan snipes her.
WHAT THEY LOST: Kanaya is a nosy meddler who's constantly trying to mediate people and their disputes, and generally getting into her friends' business outside of mediating too. So, her loss is going to be that if someone tells her to butt out, she has to, without question - she'll close the journal and go do something else, or just move onto another conversation, without being able to return to the one she was just ejected from. She'll only be barred from returning to the specific conversation she was shoved out of, and can try mediating again in a new post/thread, but people can just tell her to go away again. It'll be a frustrating loss for her.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Kanaya is a bit of an odd duck amongst her culture and general, and amongst her friends. An inquisitive, intelligent and creative young woman, she's a rarity in both her social standing (determined by her blood color - trolls judge caste rank by the 'hemospectrum', with blood colors normally ranging from dark red to fuchsia) and in her interests. For one, Kanaya has jade green blood, a variant that places her in the middle of the social ranking in spite of the fact that jade-bloods are born so rarely that there has not been a single other incident of a jade-blood surviving to adulthood in all the hallowed annals of Alternian (troll) history. Of which there are thousands of years of records.
Her unique blood color provides her with several characteristics not possessed by other trolls, which have a pervasive influence over her life. For one thing, Kanaya can venture out under the Alternian sun, while most trolls are forced to be nocturnal, as they find the sun's glare to be harsh and hostile, impossible to live in. Alone amongst her peers Kanaya can traverse the daytime hours with ease, armed with her trusty chainsaw (which doubles as a tube of lipstick!) and protected by her lusus (a lusus is a usually formidable Alternian monster, which will protect and nurture a young troll as it grows into adulthood). With her ability to traverse the daylight and her taste for bright colors and aesthetics (another rarity in troll culture - trolls think fashion is "stupid"), she's also an avid gardener and fashionista. She also enjoys reading stories about "rainbow drinkers", that is, undead trolls that stalk the daytime, drinking the blood of other trolls. IE, Alternian vampires. As such, she's an example of what Alternian society considers to be a "goth".
In a race generally made up of assholes, Kanaya is actually quite a kind girl. She often acts as a mediatior to her friends, smoothing over disputes and keeping an eye on the more dangerous people in her social circle. Troll romance is divided into four quadrants, only one of which we humans would recognize as healthy romantic love; two quadrants involve reproductive relationships, while the remaining two are what we would consider to be platonic. In Alternian society, finding viable sexual-romantic partners is a pressing concern, as those who can't provide genetic material will be culled; Kanaya is in sort of a tight spot in this regard, as she has consistent problems with being friendzoned even when she doesn't want to be. She has a romantic crush on the troll Vriska, with whom she is engaged in one of the "pale" platonic relationships - they are moirails, or in other words, two trolls that make each other more functional in society. Vriska doesn't seem to return her feelings, although Kanaya does care about her deeply enough to suffer when Vriska doesn't notice the reality of Kanaya's feelings. This brings us to another point about Kanaya, though: she is to some degree coded as a lesbian, and though she's only about thirteen in human years she has a tendency to get little girl-crushes on female friends that she admires or covets.
Amongst her other friends, Kanaya is known as a meddler and a fusser, though she would only claim to have the best of intentions. Honestly, her intentions really are to the good, and she does want her friends to do well; however, there's an element of expedience in Kanaya too, not surprising considering the general character of her race. When her lusus dies, Kanaya quite calmly marks a lipstick line down her mother figures' side and then chainsaws her open to obtain the matriorb (an egg, in more common parlance, from which a mother grub - the organism that ensures the reproduction of the troll race - will hatch. Not all lusii have this organ; Kanaya's lusii is a virgin mother grub, who abdicated from breeding to raise her). Likewise, when her friend Tavros (who is paralyzed from the waist down) is taking a nap on the floor, Kanaya comes up and chainsaws his legs off so that they can be replaced with robotic prosthetics.
Even with her own personal drama going on, though, Kanaya is also a level and giving friend. She serves as an anchor and a soothing influence, a figure capable of giving swift slaps upside the head to get someone back on track as much as she is of being kind and in some ways quite motherly. She mediates, she smooths things over, she nurtures her friends and wants to see them rise to their greatest potential and be happy - but she's also a girl who's just learning about sarcasm, who can chainsaw a buddy when it's required, who's fought her way through a really brutal game. She made mistakes, failed at some things, was killed by the weapon she'd forged and given as a gift to her murderer. It's not as if her meddling doesn't come back to bite her, but she tries to do right by people. It's just as they say, though: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Also lordy I am so sorry for all the jargon in this sample.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
There were things to be done, of course - there were always things to be done. Even for someone who had just died - well, there was no point in moping about the whole ordeal, it was over now. Never mind that she might have shed some pale green tears on her own, and at a few other people, upon arrival, in the process of coming to terms with the idea: six sweeps old, with a little extra, and she'd outfitted her murderer with the weapon he'd used to kill her, and she'd let the nascent seed that was to provide their race a future be destroyed by him too.
Brooding was pleasant, and easy, but Kanaya found herself tiring of her own self-indulgence. She was alive now, after all, and with little idea of how much time she had to enjoy her own resurrection.
It felt as though it had been a very long time since she'd worked in a garden, though it had only been some months. That was long enough in comparison to what she was accustomed to. She'd lived close to nature for her entire life.
The alien flora pulled at her curiosity, anyway, drawing the young troll out to wander the still-snowy landscape and observe the bare trees. Paradisa really was enchanting; it was perhaps tending towards the springtime and warmer climes, but the snow was still white and picturesque, the black limbs of trees severe against the pale winter sky. Kanaya exhaled a long breath and watched the vaporous plume swirl from white into nothing.
At the duck pond, she delicately dusted a small skiff of snow off the seat before taking a perch there daintily, turning her attention to the black water and the featherbeasts that quacked amusingly and paddled towards her with something approximating interest. "You're all very tame," she said, after a moment, as they clustered near the edge of the water, looking at her expectantly as a whole. "I suppose there's no need for anyone to hunt you. I apologize, was I meant to bring an offering? Alas, I confess to having nothing."
She wasn't even sure what human featherbeasts ate. She would have to ask. Perhaps she would, once she'd returned indoors.
Kanaya shuffled her feet in the snow, listening to the squeak and crunch as it compressed beneath her weight. For all that other residents must have strolled out here, enjoying the clean cold and the view, the garden still seemed pristine; the snow was beautiful, not ground into dirty slush. The ground was frozen and hard. There really weren't even many places where it was churned up into mud.
Come springtime, and she'd find out if an Alternian plant would take root here. The majority of the residents were human, and she supposed that Paradisa had taken pains to outfit its surroundings with human trappings. It all felt strange and alien to her.
She would find something that could grow.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Today, Kanaya can be sound sitting in the library. Well, it's not as if that's really something too out of the ordinary, actually. She's a curious and intelligent young lady, she gravitates to the library like an iron filing to a magnet. Sitting at one of the long tables, with books stacked up around her, she takes a moment to dictate quietly into the journal.]
I Really Think Its Rather A Funny Thing
The Parallelism Between Some Of The Mythology Im Now Finding In Human History And The Mythological Relics I Retain From Alternia
The Creatures Who Are Known As Vampires To Humans
Roughly Similar To The Stories Of Rainbow Drinkers That We Know On Alternia
Its Such An Idiosyncratic Idea To Evolve In Two Separate Races
Though Maybe It Makes More Sense When I Think About It In Some Ways
Anyway Im Wandering From The Topic I Suppose
I Apologize
The Library Here Is Really Amazing
Ive Never Really Seen So Many Books Before
Not To Say That Alternia Was Bereft Of Knowledge But It Wasnt Propagated Quite This Way
The Books Are Quite Distinguished
I Like It
INTENT: Well, in all honesty, a big part of the draw is the lovely Homestuck cast we have already at Para. They are so nice I am compelled to apply for a castmate. In addition to this, I like Kanaya a lot; she's an intelligent, tough girl, and a good counterbalance to some of the more unpleasant personalities amongst her friends. I'd actually like to play her in a relaxed setting where she could indulge in learning without being completely stressed by the rigors of her canon, and where she could enjoy not being dead for a while.
JOURNAL: senri
EMAIL: undead.invader@gmail.com
AIM: Sushiflop
WIKI NAME: Sushiflop
CHARACTERS: Rin Asano; payback
Tyki Mikk; phaseshifts
CHARACTER NAME: Kanaya Maryam
FANDOM: MSPA: Homestuck
CANON: Post-page 5247. :( That is, just after Eridan snipes her.
WHAT THEY LOST: Kanaya is a nosy meddler who's constantly trying to mediate people and their disputes, and generally getting into her friends' business outside of mediating too. So, her loss is going to be that if someone tells her to butt out, she has to, without question - she'll close the journal and go do something else, or just move onto another conversation, without being able to return to the one she was just ejected from. She'll only be barred from returning to the specific conversation she was shoved out of, and can try mediating again in a new post/thread, but people can just tell her to go away again. It'll be a frustrating loss for her.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Kanaya is a bit of an odd duck amongst her culture and general, and amongst her friends. An inquisitive, intelligent and creative young woman, she's a rarity in both her social standing (determined by her blood color - trolls judge caste rank by the 'hemospectrum', with blood colors normally ranging from dark red to fuchsia) and in her interests. For one, Kanaya has jade green blood, a variant that places her in the middle of the social ranking in spite of the fact that jade-bloods are born so rarely that there has not been a single other incident of a jade-blood surviving to adulthood in all the hallowed annals of Alternian (troll) history. Of which there are thousands of years of records.
Her unique blood color provides her with several characteristics not possessed by other trolls, which have a pervasive influence over her life. For one thing, Kanaya can venture out under the Alternian sun, while most trolls are forced to be nocturnal, as they find the sun's glare to be harsh and hostile, impossible to live in. Alone amongst her peers Kanaya can traverse the daytime hours with ease, armed with her trusty chainsaw (which doubles as a tube of lipstick!) and protected by her lusus (a lusus is a usually formidable Alternian monster, which will protect and nurture a young troll as it grows into adulthood). With her ability to traverse the daylight and her taste for bright colors and aesthetics (another rarity in troll culture - trolls think fashion is "stupid"), she's also an avid gardener and fashionista. She also enjoys reading stories about "rainbow drinkers", that is, undead trolls that stalk the daytime, drinking the blood of other trolls. IE, Alternian vampires. As such, she's an example of what Alternian society considers to be a "goth".
In a race generally made up of assholes, Kanaya is actually quite a kind girl. She often acts as a mediatior to her friends, smoothing over disputes and keeping an eye on the more dangerous people in her social circle. Troll romance is divided into four quadrants, only one of which we humans would recognize as healthy romantic love; two quadrants involve reproductive relationships, while the remaining two are what we would consider to be platonic. In Alternian society, finding viable sexual-romantic partners is a pressing concern, as those who can't provide genetic material will be culled; Kanaya is in sort of a tight spot in this regard, as she has consistent problems with being friendzoned even when she doesn't want to be. She has a romantic crush on the troll Vriska, with whom she is engaged in one of the "pale" platonic relationships - they are moirails, or in other words, two trolls that make each other more functional in society. Vriska doesn't seem to return her feelings, although Kanaya does care about her deeply enough to suffer when Vriska doesn't notice the reality of Kanaya's feelings. This brings us to another point about Kanaya, though: she is to some degree coded as a lesbian, and though she's only about thirteen in human years she has a tendency to get little girl-crushes on female friends that she admires or covets.
Amongst her other friends, Kanaya is known as a meddler and a fusser, though she would only claim to have the best of intentions. Honestly, her intentions really are to the good, and she does want her friends to do well; however, there's an element of expedience in Kanaya too, not surprising considering the general character of her race. When her lusus dies, Kanaya quite calmly marks a lipstick line down her mother figures' side and then chainsaws her open to obtain the matriorb (an egg, in more common parlance, from which a mother grub - the organism that ensures the reproduction of the troll race - will hatch. Not all lusii have this organ; Kanaya's lusii is a virgin mother grub, who abdicated from breeding to raise her). Likewise, when her friend Tavros (who is paralyzed from the waist down) is taking a nap on the floor, Kanaya comes up and chainsaws his legs off so that they can be replaced with robotic prosthetics.
Even with her own personal drama going on, though, Kanaya is also a level and giving friend. She serves as an anchor and a soothing influence, a figure capable of giving swift slaps upside the head to get someone back on track as much as she is of being kind and in some ways quite motherly. She mediates, she smooths things over, she nurtures her friends and wants to see them rise to their greatest potential and be happy - but she's also a girl who's just learning about sarcasm, who can chainsaw a buddy when it's required, who's fought her way through a really brutal game. She made mistakes, failed at some things, was killed by the weapon she'd forged and given as a gift to her murderer. It's not as if her meddling doesn't come back to bite her, but she tries to do right by people. It's just as they say, though: the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Also lordy I am so sorry for all the jargon in this sample.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
There were things to be done, of course - there were always things to be done. Even for someone who had just died - well, there was no point in moping about the whole ordeal, it was over now. Never mind that she might have shed some pale green tears on her own, and at a few other people, upon arrival, in the process of coming to terms with the idea: six sweeps old, with a little extra, and she'd outfitted her murderer with the weapon he'd used to kill her, and she'd let the nascent seed that was to provide their race a future be destroyed by him too.
Brooding was pleasant, and easy, but Kanaya found herself tiring of her own self-indulgence. She was alive now, after all, and with little idea of how much time she had to enjoy her own resurrection.
It felt as though it had been a very long time since she'd worked in a garden, though it had only been some months. That was long enough in comparison to what she was accustomed to. She'd lived close to nature for her entire life.
The alien flora pulled at her curiosity, anyway, drawing the young troll out to wander the still-snowy landscape and observe the bare trees. Paradisa really was enchanting; it was perhaps tending towards the springtime and warmer climes, but the snow was still white and picturesque, the black limbs of trees severe against the pale winter sky. Kanaya exhaled a long breath and watched the vaporous plume swirl from white into nothing.
At the duck pond, she delicately dusted a small skiff of snow off the seat before taking a perch there daintily, turning her attention to the black water and the featherbeasts that quacked amusingly and paddled towards her with something approximating interest. "You're all very tame," she said, after a moment, as they clustered near the edge of the water, looking at her expectantly as a whole. "I suppose there's no need for anyone to hunt you. I apologize, was I meant to bring an offering? Alas, I confess to having nothing."
She wasn't even sure what human featherbeasts ate. She would have to ask. Perhaps she would, once she'd returned indoors.
Kanaya shuffled her feet in the snow, listening to the squeak and crunch as it compressed beneath her weight. For all that other residents must have strolled out here, enjoying the clean cold and the view, the garden still seemed pristine; the snow was beautiful, not ground into dirty slush. The ground was frozen and hard. There really weren't even many places where it was churned up into mud.
Come springtime, and she'd find out if an Alternian plant would take root here. The majority of the residents were human, and she supposed that Paradisa had taken pains to outfit its surroundings with human trappings. It all felt strange and alien to her.
She would find something that could grow.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Today, Kanaya can be sound sitting in the library. Well, it's not as if that's really something too out of the ordinary, actually. She's a curious and intelligent young lady, she gravitates to the library like an iron filing to a magnet. Sitting at one of the long tables, with books stacked up around her, she takes a moment to dictate quietly into the journal.]
I Really Think Its Rather A Funny Thing
The Parallelism Between Some Of The Mythology Im Now Finding In Human History And The Mythological Relics I Retain From Alternia
The Creatures Who Are Known As Vampires To Humans
Roughly Similar To The Stories Of Rainbow Drinkers That We Know On Alternia
Its Such An Idiosyncratic Idea To Evolve In Two Separate Races
Though Maybe It Makes More Sense When I Think About It In Some Ways
Anyway Im Wandering From The Topic I Suppose
I Apologize
The Library Here Is Really Amazing
Ive Never Really Seen So Many Books Before
Not To Say That Alternia Was Bereft Of Knowledge But It Wasnt Propagated Quite This Way
The Books Are Quite Distinguished
I Like It
INTENT: Well, in all honesty, a big part of the draw is the lovely Homestuck cast we have already at Para. They are so nice I am compelled to apply for a castmate. In addition to this, I like Kanaya a lot; she's an intelligent, tough girl, and a good counterbalance to some of the more unpleasant personalities amongst her friends. I'd actually like to play her in a relaxed setting where she could indulge in learning without being completely stressed by the rigors of her canon, and where she could enjoy not being dead for a while.