Age: 33.99 years at time of writing this.
Pronouns: he/him/his Skype (for the OOC chat group): already in it because Sollux.
Which character are you applying for? (Name and ABO status): Dave Strider, alpha
Why?: Because Dave is a great character. I keep trying to play him and running into blocks in the other places I’ve done it. I have so many ideas for this iteration from thinking about it on my way to work. Plus, I’d like to see us have a stable one, and I’m rather good at devoting myself to characters.
Character’s appearance (text description or image if you have one): 6’2” or so. Pale blond hair, red eyes. Somewhat light in coloration himself though he is capable of tanning moreso than burning. Very muscular, but in the lean muscle sense, not bulky.
Give us two **third person** paragraph examples of how you play your character in this AU (preferably with dialogue):
Dave is often taken with the wanderlust. Something about the self-imposed closed off nature of his existence bred it in him. He’d always wanted to be the coolkid, the one everyone admired and wanted to be friends with. Then, suddenly he was, coming into his alpha scent. It was like being given a birthday present, only every day. Until it got old. People didn’t really want HIM. He was still the dorky, slightly weird teen he’d always been, just with a fancy new perfume.
College had been the perfect excuse to get away, make a fresh start from people who’d known him forever, but even that didn’t last. So he left with some bs degree he no longer needed, since his brothers had managed to become famous. Half the time, he didn’t even announce himself to people before they recognized him as a Strider. It’s hard to disguise the family resemblance, and heaven forbid they see his eyes. Unusual eye color runs in the family, so they tend to be a dead giveaway. Now he’s just too cool for school with his omnipresent sunglasses, a gift from an old friend.
Breaking out of his reverie, swirling the drink in his hand, he attempts to pay attention to the wannabe groupie across from him. It doesn’t work very well, as she won’t let him get a word in edgwise. “Listen babe, you wanna blow this popsicle stand? Give me the guided tour of this picturesque portal to the devil’s domain? Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll do something that gets us an audience with the big red man himself. Or at least his secretary. The receptionist of hell ought to be hot, eh?”
Will you source any art used on your blog?: Yup.
Will you be able to create a new blog, not a sideblog, within a week?: Absolutely!
How active do you think you will be on your blog?: Pretty active. And people know how to find me to slap me if I’m not. (Kidding.)
Please paraphrase one of the rules so we know you have read them: Don’t pretend to be a mod. That’s not okay. (Why would you even do this?)
