Post by calculatedflame on Feb 8, 2013 20:52:42 GMT -5
Name: Dave Strider
Age: 15 years/almost 7 sweeps
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Dave has bright red eyes, and roughly-cut blond hair. He is small and slight, able to move quickly, though there is quite a lot of teenage awkwardness still. His skin is freckled and burned from all the time spent in the sun. His hands are covered with fine scars, and callused, along with his feet. He usually goes barefoot, and is always seen wearing his shades, which have been taped back together probably hundreds of times. He has a scar horizontally across his forehead, which he usually can hide with his bangs.
Personality: Dave tries his hardest to be in control of himself since he has so little control elsewhere. He is rebellious in thoughts, and is willing to give sass, but he realizes that too much open rebellion will end up with him probably being killed, so he tries to curtail himself with limited degrees of success. His temper will get the best of him fairly often, and he'll lash out, either with words or fists. Beyond that, he tries to keep up a "cool" front, cracking jokes, etc. Finally, although he tries to hide it, he is pretty chivalrous. He'll try to help someone in need, usually no matter who they are.
Skills: He can sword fight very well, and is pretty good at other fighting arts, although many owners would think of this as a reason not to purchase him. He's very fast
Fears: Puppets really freak him out. He's afraid of being unable to help others. He's afraid of being maimed, and of dying. He's afraid of being completely helpless.
Weaknesses: He has a short temper, despite attempts to control it. He's obsessed with image, to the point of being superficial. He's confrontational and a huge asshole very often. He's pretty weak physically, and doesn't know when to hold his tongue. He will also do pretty much anything if someone he likes, or who he thinks hasn't done anything to deserve it, is threatened.
History (Optional): Dave was raised to be a pet, as normal. An older pet, who he had just called "Bro", had raised him, and taught him to fight in secret. He idolized Bro. Then, him and Bro made a break for it one day. Bro was killed, stabbed through the chest by some random blue blood, and Dave was recaptured and punished for it. Later, he was put in the fights for a while, and managed to survive, thanks to his training from Bro.
Roleplay Sample: Dave sat in the corner of his cage, some filched tape and his shades in his lap, his back to anyone else around, muttering curses to himself. He had gotten smart at one of the overseers- bad idea. Now the bridge of his much abused shades had snapped near the bridge again. He always kept tape with him. He didn't care that there was currently a black eye swelling up around his left eye. He just had to get his shades fixed first. It wasn't like he could do anything about his face, anyways.
Finally, he slipped them on, turning around and leaning against the bars. That was much better. He smirked at the various trolls wandering around, showing them they didn't scare him. He glanced around at the other pets, the other humans, sighing internally as he saw their looks of fear. Fear did nothing except hurt you, and make you weaker. He stretched his hands in front of him, fingers interlaced and palms out-turned, thinking that, if he only had a sword and a chance, he could get out of here.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Rachel
Cbox handle: Calculatedflame
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I've been roleplay homestuck for about a year. Honestly, I've lost track of how long I've done roleplaying in general, but I'd say probably five years at the minimum. I've also written for a long time, once again, I don't have an exact time period.
Age: 15 years/almost 7 sweeps
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Dave has bright red eyes, and roughly-cut blond hair. He is small and slight, able to move quickly, though there is quite a lot of teenage awkwardness still. His skin is freckled and burned from all the time spent in the sun. His hands are covered with fine scars, and callused, along with his feet. He usually goes barefoot, and is always seen wearing his shades, which have been taped back together probably hundreds of times. He has a scar horizontally across his forehead, which he usually can hide with his bangs.
Personality: Dave tries his hardest to be in control of himself since he has so little control elsewhere. He is rebellious in thoughts, and is willing to give sass, but he realizes that too much open rebellion will end up with him probably being killed, so he tries to curtail himself with limited degrees of success. His temper will get the best of him fairly often, and he'll lash out, either with words or fists. Beyond that, he tries to keep up a "cool" front, cracking jokes, etc. Finally, although he tries to hide it, he is pretty chivalrous. He'll try to help someone in need, usually no matter who they are.
Skills: He can sword fight very well, and is pretty good at other fighting arts, although many owners would think of this as a reason not to purchase him. He's very fast
Fears: Puppets really freak him out. He's afraid of being unable to help others. He's afraid of being maimed, and of dying. He's afraid of being completely helpless.
Weaknesses: He has a short temper, despite attempts to control it. He's obsessed with image, to the point of being superficial. He's confrontational and a huge asshole very often. He's pretty weak physically, and doesn't know when to hold his tongue. He will also do pretty much anything if someone he likes, or who he thinks hasn't done anything to deserve it, is threatened.
History (Optional): Dave was raised to be a pet, as normal. An older pet, who he had just called "Bro", had raised him, and taught him to fight in secret. He idolized Bro. Then, him and Bro made a break for it one day. Bro was killed, stabbed through the chest by some random blue blood, and Dave was recaptured and punished for it. Later, he was put in the fights for a while, and managed to survive, thanks to his training from Bro.
Roleplay Sample: Dave sat in the corner of his cage, some filched tape and his shades in his lap, his back to anyone else around, muttering curses to himself. He had gotten smart at one of the overseers- bad idea. Now the bridge of his much abused shades had snapped near the bridge again. He always kept tape with him. He didn't care that there was currently a black eye swelling up around his left eye. He just had to get his shades fixed first. It wasn't like he could do anything about his face, anyways.
Finally, he slipped them on, turning around and leaning against the bars. That was much better. He smirked at the various trolls wandering around, showing them they didn't scare him. He glanced around at the other pets, the other humans, sighing internally as he saw their looks of fear. Fear did nothing except hurt you, and make you weaker. He stretched his hands in front of him, fingers interlaced and palms out-turned, thinking that, if he only had a sword and a chance, he could get out of here.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Rachel
Cbox handle: Calculatedflame
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: I've been roleplay homestuck for about a year. Honestly, I've lost track of how long I've done roleplaying in general, but I'd say probably five years at the minimum. I've also written for a long time, once again, I don't have an exact time period.