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About You:
Name: The almighty ambilivilant Zeus
Pronouns: He/Him
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Cronus Vantas!
Character’s age: He’s old as fuck in reality. However old the other Alpha Trolls are
What can they do with their powers:
Hemokinesis
A bunch of other weird metaphysical shit that I can’t really explain right now.
Writing example: {Please include a 2-3 paragraph writing for your character set in this AU.}
Cronus’s eyes fluttered from side to side as he walked through the political rally he happened to be at on Earth C, something about the wage gap probably, he didn’t care he never really cared about this kind of stuff he was just here to keep up apperances, he was a pariah a political activist, it was easy enough to get people to follow him as a bard of blood, he pulled at the collar of his leather jacket, probably embroidered with some deep political message, the doors opened to whatever building they were protesting in front of, and that was his queue.
His vibrant red wings spread out like an eagle’s, fluttering quickly as he took the air Cronus’s clothes slowly shifted into his god tier outfit, and he pointed down at the building calling the crowd to chant, to cheer. To break down the establishment with their words. His magic lacing it’s way into each one of them, causing the law to be passed with ease as their anger raged the stature of whatever government’s area was rocked to the core.
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About You: i am a simple pizza dog. sometimes i draw.
Name: bones
Pronouns: they / he
About Your Character: He is all at once the unparalleled master of procrastinating and a god damn time wizard who somehow manages to be precisely on time for everything always even if he tries very, very hard to be late. Equius began his life, and later, the game, being a bit of a disasterpiece. His explosive emotional issues and proclivity toward stubbornly digging in his heels at the slightest push for self-improvement didn’t do him many favors and ultimately resulted in his death just before the game started properly.
In spite of knowing it would happen (thanks, precognition!) he faced God and walked backwards into danger without a second thought. Idiot. He got his act together just before ascension into godtierdom and began his work on buffing the alpha timeline into something that at least partially resembled a snowflake’s chance in hell of succeeding. These days, he lives a slightly better life than he did on Alternia. Being almost indestructible makes a lowblood pretty ballsy, as it turns out.
Character who you chose: Equius “Do No Harm, Take No Shit” Megido
Character’s age: 12 sweeps
What can they do with their powers: Borrowed from here.
Writing example:
Becoming a fully-realized Heir of Time had been a hard won journey of falling through timelines an instant after being fatally harmed and trying to figure out how to, more or less, hold all these fuckin’ timelines, bro.
After enough practice, though, you’d managed to just as gracelessly fall into the rhythm of it. You made it work, for better or worse, and you managed to survive almost the entire ordeal with a notable decrease in temper tantrums along the way. You could jump back seconds before being stabbed, you could leg it across an entire battlefield in an instant and when time returned to its one second per second ratio, enemies would be sucker punched left and right without being any the wiser. It made you less afraid, less angry, and you’d finally found something that made you… you, you guessed.
But these days it wasn’t so easy to dodge trouble. The irony of it wasn’t lost on you, but neither was the gumption to look a blueblood in the face and tell them in no uncertain terms to piss up a rope. More than once it had landed you in heaps of trouble, and more than once you ended up picking yourself up off the ground a bit later with a fresh bloody hole torn in yet another shirt to reveal miraculously healed flesh underneath. It was tedious more than it was terrible - at least for you. Others (less godly individuals, at any rate) didn’t have the luxury of never being able to die, ever, forever, you’re definitely positive, but the plus side of being a melodramatic time wizard meant a lot of them wouldn’t have to run the risk of learning that the hard way.
You wouldn’t call yourself a hero by any stretch. You wouldn’t call yourself much of anything but a slacker, really, and maybe handsome if you’re feeling spicy, but you’d found something of a new role for yourself in protecting your kin. It was no righteous call to duty as one of the superpowered few looking out for the disparaging many, and it was a far cry from the ruckus your ancestor might have kicked up, but it kept you busy. It kept your thoughts from wandering too far into the future.
It wasn’t bulletproof. No one knew that better than the Time Squad, and it would come regardless of what any of you did. Just like becoming the Heir, some things were simply inevitable.
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About You: hi im a nerd that likes roleplay a lot and has no self control on muses. So i’m back at it again with another saucy take on a character.
Name: meowrin
Pronouns: she/her
About Your Character: Meticulous about her work and studies. Sarcastic in nature and enthusiastic. She has a knack for science and a serious interest in magic and witchcraft. She enjoys combining the two hobbies into its own thing that she calls Light Science. She can be seen as blunt or rude at times for not wanting to sugarcoat things for others. She can be very observant of others and look to them as if they were test subjects without meaning to. She is very confident in her abilities and mindset and can be too determined to follow through on her decisions good or bad. All in all she’s quite cheerful and optimistic, though at a glance one wouldn’t think that of her.
Character who you chose: Jade Lalonde
Character’s age: 21
What can they do with their powers: I put these in bullet points slightly and they’re based on another blog i have I hope that’s okay? I can tweak them!! A lot of it is DnD inspired also.
Dancing Lights; glowing orbs that hover in the air.
Luck Manipulation; Can change someone’s luck to either good or bad.
Lucky? Object; Can change the value of luck on an object. What can be seen as a bad omen can be changed to a good omen within a set amount of time.
Deception; Can change the perspective of a person or how they perceive her as an individual. Good or Bad.
All-Seeing; Can see all data and information that her aspect provides, though not all that she sees is correct or exactly useful.
Light; Touching an object that becomes a beacon of light for a set amount of time.
Blind; Can blind a foe with a beaming bright light.
Clairvoyance; A small orb of light that acts like a sensor that can detect what happens in the area and warn the caster.
Lightening Bolt; A bolt of lightening that deals damage.
Sunbeam; A bright dazzling light that is shot in a form of a cone that can deal damage and blind the opponent.
Luminous Gaze; Her eyes glow and cast a beam of light illuminating her path.
Radiant Assault; A bright ray of rainbow colored light emits from her hand that illuminates the area and also deals damage to whoever is in it’s path.
Writing example: {Please include a 2-3 paragraph writing for your character set in this AU.}
Surviving in this colorful explosion of a planet proved to be a nightmare for someone who depended on her glasses to see properly. LOSAG ( Land of Sun & Glass ) felt like someone was on an intense acid trip constantly with how vivid and bright the colors would reflect on the glassy surface. But despite this it didn’t detour Jade in the slightest on her quest to find more consorts on the planet. Her trusty pink chameleon friend she made earlier continued to trek behind her contently as she had fed them a small alchemized candy bar from her base. She hums happily with a small skip to her step as she squints through the alchemized glasses-shades she had on.
Truly making her indirect strider brethren proud in some distant planet far far away.
Jade comes upon a small village and perks up significantly. Clasping her hands and looking down to her consort friend. “Now Bartholomew you’re going to have to do the leading here now that we’ve made it. Trust me there’s more of these where that came from.” She grins and pulls out another infamous candy bar to wave in front of said Bartholomew (that wasn’t really his name but he can’t really say anything beyond glub) who became very excited and glubbed. He hops around and leads the way. A very pleased Jade following closely behind.
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About You:
Name: Zeus
Pronouns: He/Him
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Mituna Pyrope
Character’s age:
What can they do with their powers:
Telekinesis is one of his key ‘features’ he uses. Often just floating things over to himself when he needs them without thinking.
He also can manipulate people’s minds both slightly actively, and mostly passively. Inducing strange thoughts like cat like behavior, or making them act a certain way towards a certain person.
Writing example:
Mituna was… a dick. Able to throw an appropriate face together for any situation which just so happened to be perfect for where he was. The court room, he was watching a case that was… in all honesty very boring to him. And he… wanted to have a little fun. Mituna closes his eyes as he projects himself into what he has dubbed 'the mindscape’, a place to connect himself to the minds of others.
He casually strolled in this spiritual projection of interconnecting paths, he had already read that the person was guilty, but he would cause the court to come to this conclusion in the silliest, and most haphazardous way possible, along with various… shenanigans involving items sliding just out of reach to make lawyers look silly all while keeping a stone face while cackling on the inside.
Thank you for your application and welcome!! I hope you have fun and I welcome you to this AU!! When you’re done making your blog, submit the link to this blog and then we’re all good!
About You:
Name: Zeus!
Pronouns: He/Him
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Dave Egbert!
Character’s age: 18
What can they do with their powers:
Flight (Obviously ;P)
Aerokinesis
Aerokinetic combat
Aerokinetic Defenses
Imprisonment Immunity
For a more… fluffy example of how Dave’s power’s work, he is capable of breaking any chain, be it literal or metaphorical. He is adaptive by nature, rolling with the punches as he takes it all with a smile, and for more… literal powers he has dominion over the air, using it in both offensive twisters, and typhoons of raging storms and more passive forms of combat much like ‘Aeroga’ from Kingdom Hearts.
Writing example: {Please include a 2-3 paragraph writing for your character set in this AU.}
Dave sat in his room as he often did when he was bored, a pair of thick rimmed black glasses adorned his face contrasting nicely with his white hair, along with a pair of blue jeans, and a green ghostbusters shirt. He grinned like a mad man as he looked at the screen, exchanging messages back, and forth between his friends… then something didn’t add up. It felt like Deja vu. Another damn dream bubble.
However this meant he had… more lucid experiences which were always fun. One of his friends Karkat Mayram appeared next to him, he grinned like a doofus a pair of buck teeth resting just on top of his bottom lip. “Hey look. It’s Nubby.” He snorted out as he wrapped his friend in a hug. “Well… at least it’s a version of Nubby. I don’t know if you’re him… this all really confusing, and I really don’t like thinking about it. So I’m just going to pretend you’re him for the sake of my sanity alright?” He chuckled as he set his friend down.
“So… Did I fall asleep at my computer again?” A cold 'yep’, fell from the trolls lips, and Dave pouted. “What’s wrong bud? Meowbeast got your tounge?” He giggled to himself, he loved stupid troll names for things.
Thanks for the application! Your character has been swapped from Latula and Jake!! I hope you have more fun with this character!
About You:
Name: Y'already know who it is
Pronouns: He/They
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Jake Lalonde
Character’s age: 24
What can they do with their powers: As a page of Void, Jake’s powers are completely unpredictable and near-useless. He’s able to materialize things from thin air, but they don’t always end up where he wants them to be. He’s able to teleport, but he doesn’t often use that either, as usually it takes an effort and a half to actually get back to where he was trying to go.
Writing example:
How was it that you hadn’t invented a glasses-finding device again? Oh yeah, because you’d never thought of it. Like an idiot. So now here you were tearing your laboratory apart, spilling compound after compound and scrambling around the room like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Way to go, you absolute buffoon. How were you going to get any work done like this?
You let out a cry of frustration and run both hands through your hair with a soft sigh. No matter, you could fix up a lens real quick couldn’t you? It shouldn’t be that hard.
Except you had no idea how to do that, and again you’re mentally slapping yourself across the face for such a stupid idea.
The pause screen of your latest survival game addiction calls to you. You glance from it to your work station. There’s no shame in blowing off steam for a few more hours, is there? It was only 3AM. You’ve made it with less sleep before.
The knocking of bones sounds from the other side of the room. With a light grinding noise, the beast of a ghost bear stares right at you with his dark eyes. You point at him accusingly, and a small “You’re living here for free, mister. You have no right to hound me.” slips from his lips.
With that you’re flopping into your overstuffed beanbag chair, allowing the bear to lumber towards you and nudge his shoulders beneath your forearm. He’s cold to the touch, but that doesn’t bother you as much as it first had.
Thank you for your application and welcome!! I hope you have fun and I welcome you to this AU!! When you’re done making your blog, submit the link to this blog and then we’re all good!
About You:
Name: Nathan/Slimey
Pronouns: He/Him
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: John Strider (Hell yea baybe!)
Character’s age: 22
What can they do with their powers: Alright zackie i know you finna see this and im gonna hit you with this bullshittery that is the heir of time. the heir of time is one slimy motherfucker you hear? this bastard is the dude that welcomes manipulation thru time the motherfucker can metaphorically bend rhythm and metal at his fucking WHIM and so he can with timelines. you know why that is? the motherfucking aspect of time is represented by music and gears and lava (that shit preddy hot!). tl;dr: the heir of time would be able to face a timeline that is TBD (to be doomed™) and be able to manipulate the fates and actions ahead of time to set that shit straight. an heir of time is naturally obsessed with death and the end of things so as he progressed as an heir of time he would learn that the end of things is hey! sometimes Bad and that it should be stopped so he could manipulate the future and actions in the past a la motherfucking SHENANIGANS. Basically, what I’m saying: is that the heir of time IS the timeline, they can go forward and backwards at will and can see everything that will happen in their future, they can jump timelines with ease and can speed it up or slow it down. They can go back to key points in time and change the fate of the battlefield, they are the time travelling trickster wizard that everyone needs; that can also throw molten metal around like its water.
Writing example: Like any stereotypical story that has been told, one man stands alone in his bedroom. While you might not know his name right now, you will soon, for he holds a reputation under his belt. He stands at a mere 5'4" feet but he has a lot of bite to his bark, sporting sharp and calculate blue eyes under a lighter shade of blue irony. The young man is lean and unjaded, childish and mature in the same frequency, and the right amount of cool as he is a dork. He stands as a terror in hightops and a jester dressed to the nines in a baggy shirt and skinny jeans. However we’re not going to talk about who he is any further- we mustn’t! For those clever eyes are set on his own future, and currently it doesn’t look so pretty. The young man sets his eyes on his weapon of choice, currently he doesn’t know if he will need it or not. His vision into the future tells him different pathways, but the most stricken out one that is following a course that he cannot deny is the future; one that includes his acquirement of his weapon. The shaded man retrieved his weapon upon this revelation, and he turned towards the window facing out at the setting sun. The sun would set at 8:23 PM this night, the man was positive. At 6:28 AM the sun would rise, and it would be the beginning of a new day he also set into his head. The young man continued to watch, and you most likely would know that he got a grin as he watched. At the price of oblivion, there would always be comedy and drama, and he knows this. For the young man could only be a player of time, of course. He continues to watch as he faces another future; where everything will be just fine. For the time being, he will live in the present. Ends are ends and they are bound to come, he focuses not on the future but in the now; he knows his destinies and how it might end. The young man has come to accept this, his own fate does not effect him no longer. The fool holds his grin and chuckles quietly. In the light of his own fate, he sways towards comedy.
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About You:
Name: sor
Pronouns: she/her
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: dirk crocker
Character’s age: 24
What can they do with their powers: as a prince of life, dirk’s powers deal around the very essence of life draining: everything infused with life withers and gets drained of all energy against his touch, and it’s something he still has a harsh time controlling due to how fragmented by years of mind conditioning his psyche is.
Writing example: draining to the core, energies askew -flowers withering underneath his very grip as offering had to be dropped immediately, the lack of gloves finally noted alongside the rising panic and the rising eyebrows, the immediate rush to reach for something he could wrap those half-dying things within, to salvage them even if maybe it was too late.
it was always too late, it was always nothing but ruin brought by his own hand, by his own power. “I– I am so deeply sorry–” but would an apology fix everything? would begging erase the disappointment to a more familiar pity? would it work with them like it worked with her -she loved hearing him beg within the spasms, she-
no. it was over. there was no more looming figure to fear, no more of all that training and that intrusive controlling. he wasn’t going to be someone’s toy anymore. he was his own person now, one with a very sad smile peeking through layers of foundation and scar tissue. “My apologies. I should have been careful, but I did appreciate your gesture. I hope you can understand.”
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About You:
Name: Heather/H/Hannah/Henry/Harry/you know who this is zackie
Pronouns: she/her/they/them/
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Porrim Ampora
Character’s age: 12 sweeps
What can they do with their powers: (zackie i dont know what im typing) Maid: “‘one who creates [aspect]’ or 'one who creates through [aspect]’ for the betterment of others or 'Someone who protects themselves and/or others with [aspect].’”
As a Maid of Hope, Porrim is able to create and protect with and through hope. As hope is an aspect operating around belief, energy, and obviously hope, this allows her the ability to foster and inspire belief in others, in herself, or in an idea/goal. As hope has also been observed to create pure force/energy, though I’ll get to that in a second.
A Maid of Hope would be able to inspire hope or belief, this would likely occur through conversation and would come about passively. Through talking to another person, a Maid of Hope would be able to reaffirm belief, create belief, or inspire them to achieve a goal. Hopefully, no one should give any Maid of Hope the idea to become a cult leader.
A fully realised Maid of Hope under extreme duress would also be able to harness and create pure energy, similar to the hope shield and hope-splosion seen in the comic, the Maid of Hope would be able to create a shield, explosion, or etc with enough belief in themself and in what they were doing. This could potentially generate the same angels made of the Hope aspect as seen in the comic but let us not get ahead of ourselves.
Ultimately, the Maid of Hope is particularly good at public speaking.
Writing example: {Please include a 2-3 paragraph writing for your character set in this AU.}
(i started typing and immediately forgot what english is so like have fun)
For a sea-dwelling troll, there is an awful lot of time spent away from the water’s edge.
It takes a supremacist of the musical persuasion to claim that, even in air bubbles below the surface of the water, there is a certain higher quality to music played on land compared to underwater. The way sound is able to just leave, instead of echoing around in air tight spaces or being muffled in the water. Learning is easier, playing is easier. Music becomes enjoyable. It is easier for purple painted finger nails to pluck lazily at metal wires. The other hand twists fingers adorned with an almost tasteless amount of rings to tune the instrument that sits on the crossed legs of the violet blooded troll.
It has everything to do with acoustics.
This has nothing to do with escaping expectations, with being expected to think about looking after some Beforan who has been culled. It’s the ever going rage with all the high blooded trolls, of course, looking after and making a little pet of some lower blooded troll deemed unable to look after themselves. One could parade their little darling invalid all they wanted under the guise of charity, of generosity. It was nauseating to be around that level of pseudo-sweet and pitiful looks towards someone who could hardly escape from it now.
It could be argued that it was a free ride, yes.
It could be argued that it was demeaning, yes.
Those same painted nails, with little anchors or ships painted onto them, reached up to fix a piercing on a glossed black lip. It’d been self done, until the hole grew infected and healed over. Porrim Ampora has begrudgingly dragged herself over to get it done properly not a day after she could deem it safe enough to reopen the hole. The aesthetics of one pseudo-pirate rebelling against societal expectations– that may or may not be truly enforced– could not be ignored for too long.
The guitar finds itself laid down on the dry sand next to her. The grains were cool beneath the moon, and cooler still after the first layer where her hands now curled and dug into the beach underneath her.
Once, she could’ve gone on and laid out a million reasons and examples upon request of prejudice for the gender divide on Beforus, whether or not anyone believed there was one was irrelevant, and how the expectations placed upon high blooded trolls to look after low bloods deemed unable to do so themselves was ludicrous.
Could not a low blood take the responsibility instead? Could no one else see the gender imbalance of high bloods? Beforus had once been a matriarchy, did that not set a bad example as to the societal norms as to the behaviour people should have?
She’d had hopes of convincing people to gain some form of critical thinking towards the system, more towards the latter than anything, there was irony in her gaining some bonuses relating to that during the game.
Fate had a cruel fascination with irony.
But that had all been once, and though the world has come back to a chaotic state, this time she has come to terms with the roles that fate set her up with. She chafes against the expectation of volunteering (or buying) some low blooded invalid still, there’s just more subtly with it now.
The troll lays back on the sand, flattening her hands against the ground. Gold jewelry glints in the little light the moon gives. Eyes framed heavily by false eyelashes bat slowly as the troll stares up at the sky.
This time, things will be different.
Things cannot be allowed to be as bad as they have been before.
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About You:
Name: Zackie
Pronouns: She/Her
About Your Character:
Character who you chose: Vriska Peixes
Character’s age: 23 Human Years, 13 Sweeps
What can they do with their powers: Vriska uses her powers to get what she wants, when she wants, thinking that life revolves all around her. She’s here, so deal with it. As a torture, she can use it to train the vitality out of someone for a moment, and then give it back if she so wishes. She would drain their dreams, make it dwindle down to a minute thing. An idle dream. She can also use other’s energies to fuel her own life and energy.
Writing example: A loud yawn ran through the throne hall. The seadweller stared at the person that she interrupted, the small lowblood that had asked for forgiveness, been begging for it. He had stolen a few things from the castle, telling her that it was all a grand master’s plan.
Booooooooring!
She lazed about the throne, one leg swung over an arm, the other arm of the throne supporting her arm that propped up her head. This was dull. “Are you done? No, are you done? Because it sounds like you were done a long time ago.” He rambled again, saying that he could offer services and she merely groaned and her head flopped back out of her hand. With a flick of her wrist, the guards next to her came and grabbed the lowblood up, pulling him away as he screamed and cried, screaming at her in anger now about how she was nothing but a tyrant.
“A tyrant? No, no no. Nothing like that.” She laughed a little and watched as the door closed on him. “Just that Earth needs a little bit of a shake up.”
