P!Stuck: Douchebags on Campus

Welcome to PDOC, an MSPARP-based (but currently on Skype) humanstuck college age roleplay! Moderators: Eridan, Kurloz, Damara

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Yep, it's that time! After about a month and a half away from being a year old, it's finally time for P!DOC to come to an end. Real life responsibilities and everything else has been wearing on many of the members, but all in all it is a peaceful goodbye. As stated in chat any member who would like to take over the RP is more than welcome to, but beyond that we will be keeping the OOC chatrooms open so we can all remain together as friends, talk, maybe find if people are interested in any new RP projects people start, or even just do fun, group one offs at random in the old IC chat if people are interested.  This is not a parting on bad terms or drama, but rather a friendly "yeah it's about time", and it was a pleasure RPing with all of you and I know we will all be RPing together more in the future! RP IN PEACE PDOC.

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i cant find the keyword to put in my application even though i read the rules

It's there, just keep looking!  If you're still having issues, though, could you please send us a message off anon so we can help you in private?  

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Im still not understanding how were suppose to turn in our application

After you've read over the rules and written your application, the submit button is on the top green bar. Just paste it in there and you're good.  

Let us know if you have any other questions.  

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Application: Nepeta Leijon

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How old are you IRL? 

22.

What character are you applying for? 

Nepeta Leijon.

Why are you interested in this character?

I’ve been into Nepeta’s rowdy cat ass since Hussie introduced her.  She’s that perfect mixture of sincere and sassy, in my opinion.  And she’s a stubborn cat baby who is beans at listening to orders.  Why wouldn’t I be interested in her?

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

Nepeta’s more invested in her friend’s relationships than she is her own; that is, you’ll find her tossing date initiatives and gift ideas to her pals before she so much as considers winking flirtatiously in the direction of her own crush.  No, that would be horrible and dumb and shut up, let’s talk about your crush, instead.  She’s a relationship master without needing to actively be in a relationship, okay?  She’s just that good.  Trust her.

But really, Nepeta is committed to her friends over all else.  That doesn’t mean she won’t be a little shit to them—she will, time and time again, because she’s sassy and digs her heels in when she thinks she’s right—but it does mean that she’ll go out of her way to offer a helping hand.  Your car’s tire is blasted to Team Rocket levels, and you need a set of capable hands?  Sure, she was just starting an essay due in three hours, but she is on that shit.  You just royally fucked up with your partner, and need a pint of Butter Pecan and advice?  She’s there, but if the situation is your fault because you’re a fuck up, she’s probably going to tell you so.

The important detail here is that she’s committed to friends.  Are you a creep?  A jerk?  Someone who yanked her chain too much? Nepeta will not hesitate to shove you out of the way to barrel on.  Her violent tendencies are usually confined to hunting seasons, organized sports, and the gym, but if you love pushing the envelope you’ll at least be picked up and jostled for your efforts.  She’s generous, but not a saint. (More of a little shit.  A smiley, Amazonian shit that could have shaken change from your pockets, in middle school.)

Despie her size and physical presence, Nepeta’s as playful as an eager puppy, or an ornery kitten that has just discovered the disembodied light that likes to zip around its paws.  It’s kind of adorable, if you’re into women who look like they belong in 300, zooming around and giggling while pretending to be some kind of warrior, on good weekends.  She has an imagination that exceeds her muscles, and loves to exercise both to burn off energy—she’s just as likely to be caught roleplaying on Gaia as she is to be playing rugby, or working on some particularly saucy shipping manifestos (because she is an adult).  Move over, Destiel, because she’s talking about Ruby 1.0.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

Nepeta is a personal trainer at the campus gym, and working on her social work track with a human sexuality minor.

Give a physical description of your character:

In a word, Nepeta is a beefcake.  A Hispanic beefcake that stands at about 5’10 (thanks, dad, you gargantuan Simba).  She’s built from blocks of muscle with a tight, rectangular shape.  All of her minor curvature comes from her muscles—thick, cut thighs, round shoulders and arms, an abdomen that you wouldn’t mind an excuse to touch, when she flexes and the ripples appear like magic.  It’s like seeing a whale on your fancy, overpriced cruise:  majestic and incredible with how much you’re over-inflating the moment.  But you will tell everyone about it, anyway.

The overall effect gives her a tied-up masculinity that doesn’t suit the soft, full line of her mouth, or her round face.  It definitely doesn’t match the thunderhead of hair that licks her cheeks—her curls are wild, (dyed) red, and starving for every inch of her face that they can reach from the shelf of her undercut.  Sometimes she likes to break out the eyeliner and slap catty wingtips on, make the hazel of her eyes pop.  She doesn’t have piercings, but she has tracks of paw print tattoos from the neck down.  There are twelve, total, all done up in black ink—one at the nape of her neck, one stamped over each breast (pec, they’re pecs, get it right), one high on the left shoulder and low on the right, four trickling down her ribs on the right, two on the inside of her left thigh, and one on the inside of her right ankle.  Plenty of them, in short, but she’s been talking up sleeves and more prints, with time.

Clothing-wise, Nepeta has a hard time finding pants that don’t cling to the bulk of her thighs.  She favors sweatpants and zip-up jackets as much as she does audaciously-colored tights paired with loud skirts or dresses.  It’s easy enough to tell what she wears most often—her dark skin clashes hard with paler, tank top strap lines and high slices of thigh.  She’s a brick house that likes to slog around in sunshine, and doesn’t believe in burns.  (She also doesn’t talk about her first full-body lobsterfication.  No one should.  She’s brown, damnit.)

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

Extra cozy pajama bottoms?  Check.  More blankets than she knew she owned?  Check.  Tactfully placed cats to deter thoughts of standing up?  Check and check.  It was date night, and by date night, Nepeta meant “if you don’t have a date let’s hang out and binge on ice cream and mediocre moves” night.  Everyone deserved a good date night, and she was more than willing to provide!

She was, after all, probably the best date ever.  Not just any date would be down for a night of straight-up cuddling, no strings attached.  And she showered right after rugby practice, so she didn’t smell like pain and suffering (but she did still smell like victory, because not even three kicks to the ribs could keep her from owning on the field.  She also looked like a walking bruise, but walking bruises were tough shit—this was a bonus for everyone involved). 

Nepeta dug the dirt from beneath her nails with her teeth, sprawled out on the couch with two cats anchoring her down.  Field dirt, shockingly, tasted like dirt.  The chipped Meow Mix clock over her television swung its orange tail, ticking down to ten minutes before the hour.  7:50PM.  She’d have to get up to answer the door, soon, which put her somewhere between “hell yeah, date night” and “no, don’t make me get up.”  Of course, she’d stick with “hell yeah, date night” until she breathed too deeply.

The crooked grin that crept across her mouth gave a start as paws found her side, kneading and pricking and, “ow, Mufasa.  I love you.  Quit it.”  Little butthead.  Little affectionate butthead.  Aww.

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Application: Latula Pyrope

[x] How old are you IRL?

23

What character are you applying for?

Latula Pyrope

Why are you interested in this character?

I find Latula interesting for many reasons. Although we only get to see her interactions briefly in Openbound, I enjoy dissecting her personality and understanding what makes her the caricature she is. As one of my favorite dancestors, there is more to her than meets the eye. Reading between the lines shows readers someone who is trying so desperately to live up to a standard that cannot be reached. For me, she is entertaining and easy to relate to, and a joy for me to play.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

As I stated before, Latula is heavily invested in keeping up an image drawn for her by society. She feels like she must constantly prove herself to everyone she encounters. Whether it be through using ridiculous slang, showing off sweet moves on her skateboard, or winning games, she is always performing. Hiding behind the mask she wears is someone with insecurities, someone who holds  herself to a much higher standard than necessary in order to gain approval. In spite of all this, Latula is loyal to her friends, and has a caring and compassionate heart for other people. It is incredibly difficult to frustrate her or put her in a bad mood. Any negative feelings bottle themselves up in the confines of her mind, although this is not a healthy method of dealing with problems that arise.

A long time resident of Portland, Latula grew up in an average family environment that did not encourage or discourage her at any point. Often times, she felt the need to act out in order to make them truly react. Everything else was drenched in apathy. In high school, she noticed hanging with the guys was where she wanted to be. It was her sole mission to show them up at group hangouts, to prove herself at the video games they so often played. At first, she was terrible, and couldn’t tell what button or stick did what - why are they called a trigger and a bumper? They’re buttons! They told her girls couldn’t play video games, that girls didn’t stand a chance. She should just watch, instead. The humiliation from that day fueled her new goal: to save up from her job at a record store to purchase a console. She promised that she would prove herself worthy. Long nights spent playing first person shooters soon paid off, and soon she was wiping the floor with these idiots. When that wasn’t enough, when she couldn’t keep up with the guys and their skateboards, she taught herself to ride one on her own. Several stitches, bruises, and cuts later, she kept up with them. Even still, the jokes about her gender remained, but she pushed forward.  With all of this to worry about, she nearly removed her investment in school.

Latula is a social butterfly. In Portland, you can find her at nearly every social event. Oh, a party’s going on tonight, in the middle of the school week? She’s so there. Her studies tend to suffer from long nights playing beer pong and participating in drinking contests. She will never, under any circumstances, turn down a challenge. Perhaps this is why she has trouble focusing in her classes, or getting up for them in the first place. Although she is most definitely intelligent, she has never done well with the education system. She barely made it into Hussie University. To make up for what she cannot accomplish in grades, she makes sure she kicks as much ass as possible. 

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

Latula has an undecided major, because she’s still figuring things out. Plus, she might be a little too invested in the social scene.

Give a physical description of your character:

Latula stands at an average height of 5’5” and wears a relatively thin build. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair and Caucasian complexion nearly makes the color of her eyes more noticeable. One might even say the color closely resembles a teal. She has always resented her freckles for one reason or another. While adults pinched her cheeks as a child, it was one of her biggest insecurities.

On most days, she dresses to fit the image she is trying to portray. Tight jeans, a zip-up hoodie, and a beanie are all a part of her day-to-day image. Who cares if this style ended years ago? It fits for her.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

Bright. Everything is bright. Painful. Rays of light scream agony into her forehead, and Latula Pyrope responds by pulling the covers over her head. She will hide here. She will hide here forever. 

The alarm clock, however, has a different idea. It beeps loudly, making her ears ring. She yells into a drool soaked pillow as if it would make it stop. Alas, it does not, and she rolls out of bed in a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt, shading her eyes to hide from the window with the open blinds. Present her was not happy with past her at all. Past her thought perhaps moving her alarm clock to the other side of the room was a good idea because it would make her get up for her early class. She’s up, all right, but she is not going to be happy about it. On her way to the obnoxious clock, she nearly trips over her skateboard, left in the middle of the floor, along with several text books, pens, and crumpled papers. 

Eventually, she makes it to the clock and smacks the off button. She has a half an hour to get ready and make it through the door in time. It takes a moment for her to begin hurrying along, and as she looks in the mirror, she sees the reflection of a complete mess. In minutes, she can approve of what she sees. Tired eyes wander back to the clock and for a moment she considers slipping back into bed. She can miss this class. There is a quiz today, but it is only ten points. And slowly, she finds herself inching back toward the bed, despite being completely ready. However, she freezes when she hears the phone ring. Upon answering it, she remembers who it is.

"Hi babe," she says nonchalantly, stifling a yawn and glaring at her bed for being such a damn tease.

The voice on the other end asks if she’s ready, if she’s planning on coming to class today, or if she’s going to submit to failing.

"No, girl, I’m totes ready. I’m on my way. I’m already there, dude, waiting for you to show up. I’m doing mad tricks just for funsies over here, got a rad group of people lined up and watchin’ me."

The voice says that they can hear her. That they’re outside of her room right next to the door.

"Nah, I’m just playin’," she says, gazing longingly at her bed one last night. "Coming."

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Application: Kankri Vantas

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How old are you IRL? 25

What character are you applying for? Kankri Vantas

Why are you interested in this character?

My favorite characters to write are generally the wordy ones. That covers Striders, and Bro is the character I’m currently writing for the RP, but Striders are a flippant, irreverent kind of wordy. Kankri is more of the intellectual, academic kind of wordy, which for me is a really nice contrast from the kind of character Bro is to write. I’m also hoping that Kankri will run in a different social circle within the RP from the space Bro occupies, which will give me the opportunity to interact with different RPers and characters.

Besides that, I want to take the opportunity that this sort of humanstuck setting provides to showcase exactly how awful Kankri’s hypocritical and self-centered personality can become in a real world setting. Against the backdrop of the fictional cultures of Alternia and Beforus, the way he champions causes just to make himself look good and feel important can be kind of humorous, but his is a kind of abrasiveness almost everyone is unhappily familiar with in our daily lives. I want to play with the ways Kankri’s personality would be absolutely maddening if he chose the wrong real world cause to get behind.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

In canon, Kankri purports to be this selfless individual, identifying all of the problematic parts of his culture and wanting to address them for the good of all trollkind. In reality, he appears to be an extremely immature, self-centered person who appropriates issues mainly to have a topic on which to hear himself talk. He’s a grandstanding hypocrite who only does lip service to other people’s needs; in reality, he seems only to care about his own image and about ensuring he gets to be the center of attention as much as possible.

I believe Beforan culture also gave him a bit of a persecution complex, where he was singled out for the mutation that made him different and even though being singled out resulted in “good” treatment, it left him with a need to accomplish things for himself, proving that the people out to get him and out to get other “marginalized groups” were the ones always in the wrong. He doesn’t properly have empathy for other people, and while he professes to speak for the good of all, he fundamentally cannot understand any viewpoint besides his own.

For this AU, Kankri happens to be the biological son of Signless, but after being given up for adoption just after his birth, he ends up being raised by a much more well-to-do family in a mirror to the way he was coddled in canon for being a mutant-blood. His adoptive father is a wealthy republican politician, his adoptive mother more or less a trophy wife married for the sake of image. From this background, Kankri ends up being given virtually every advantage (or in other words, privilege) in life, though the trade-off is that he was left wanting for a very personal touch from his parents, and wasn’t really shown normalized affection as a child.

Kankri’s parents never made a secret of the fact that he was adopted. It was simply common knowledge, treated as a fact too mundane to ever be talked about, thereby avoiding discussing who Kankri’s biological parents were. Kankri is more or less his father’s heir, held to impossibly high standards and expected to carry on his father’s legacy. At the same time, his father is so unwilling to face failure in the form of Kankri’s shortcomings that he’s willing to fix any problems Kankri causes for himself, whether it necessitate him throwing money at it, or him pulling on his social connections. While Kankri is naturally intelligent and driven to perform well academically, he doesn’t really know how to fend for himself, always depending on dad for a safety net.

Thanks to his father’s emotional distance coupled with a personal superiority complex that he projects onto Kankri, he has his immaturity and lack of empathy from canon, as well as his narcissism and tendency toward self-centered behavior. But thanks to his father’s status as a politician, he also has a strong belief in helping people who cannot help themselves – specifically by making decisions for them. Pampered and praised for his verbosity, he loves hearing himself speak and believes his ideas are always among the best.

Like any true politician, the likes of which would make his adoptive politician father proud, Kankri can pay impressive lip service to other people’s needs and comforts. It’s all a front, a good face for the hypothetical media. It’s not the only trick he’s picked up from his father. Kankri’s adoptive dad is a misogynist of impressive proportions, his wife little more than a prop to further his career and his opinions on women generally worse than negative. As Kankri reached teenage years, his dad spent more time complaining about the professional struggles he faced as a man in their changing political climate. Kankri was predisposed to sympathize, so as to impress the man who had raised him if for no other reason, and in looking into the hardships his father described, Kankri discovered men’s rights activism. He has since become a strong proponent.

As an adult, Kankri has a bit of a love-hate relationship with the man who raised him. He can’t help idolizing him for the things he has accomplished and everything he has done for Kankri, but he also resents him thanks to an increasing awareness of just how much of his success his father has bought for him. One of Kankri’s strongest desires is to prove himself, as both a leader and a champion for his pet causes, wholly on his own merit and with no one else’s help.

Kankri has dedicated himself whole-heartedly to his causes and his future, and therefore doesn’t have time for relationships. He’s sworn a vow of chastity until he can measurably prove he’s made some kind of difference in the world, though the reality is more that women (and men) find him abrasive and dogmatic, and would prefer not to be caught dead on a date with him. (He is certain that women won’t date him because he’s such a nice guy with so much to offer them, and secretly believes that by making himself less available through throwing himself into work, he’ll make himself more desirable if and when he relinquishes his vow.)

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

Kankri’s major is political science. It’s very likely that he finished a bachelor’s degree at a prestigious university somewhere other than Portland, and has moved there to complete a master’s degree after discovering that his biological father and biological brother live in the area. He’s trying to cut ties with his adoptive father, at least to a point, so he can prove his capabilities as a leader without the man’s influence. Despite that, he’s not really wanting for a reliable source of income because he hasn’t quite cut ties with that old money privilege his adoptive family conferred to him. He hopes to go into politics, though he’s interested in local government because he holds a certain scorn for “Big Government” and wants to make a change on a more personal level.

Give a physical description of your character:

Even as an adult Kankri is weedy and a bit malnourished-looking, having very little bulk to him and standing at only about 5’ 7” in height. His complexion is a sort of caramel-tan, the sort of coloration that might have looked rich and warm if not for a subtle underlying pallor, likely brought on by the amount of stress he heaps on himself. He perpetually has faint bags underneath light brown eyes, his mouth constantly held tight to the point of having little stress lines forming around it already. His dark brown hair is continually kept just on the long side of anything he could easily keep tidy, generally appearing mussed and with strands out of place because he constantly forgets his appearance in favor of more pressing concerns. His hair is never as short as he’d like because he never manages to schedule the time for a hair appointment in between his other responsibilities.

His father has even reprimanded him, on numerous occasions from his young teenage years onward, for his neglect of his personal appearance. His response was to begin wearing nothing but a vast assortment of sweaters, many of them with ornate cabling or other fussy knitting stitches. If asked about it (as his father was wont to do) he cites how every politician does better with a trademark, especially a visually recognizable one, and states that he is simply getting a head start on branding for when he’s running for office and making a difference in the political sphere.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

Walking past the latest gaggle of protesters gathered near the campus, Kankri couldn’t help sniffing at their improvised plastic-bag ponchos and their drippy signs with markered words smeared through. He had been wise enough to tune into the weather forecast ahead of time, his smart little umbrella propped above his head. He couldn’t even read any of the signs he was passing. After stopping to get into a brief spat of logical discourse with one of the dissenters, he still didn’t have the faintest idea what cause they were championing.

Honestly, he found the lack of proper organization or true fidelity to their message to be a little bit offensive. If nothing else, they could have laminated their signs to protect them from the rain, and ensure that onlookers could deduce the nature of their complaints.

Kankri continued onto campus, having to stop and consult the map in his pocket to better get his bearings. He hadn’t yet familiarized himself with the entire area, new as he was to the university’s particular workings. It was such a bother even having to come to the school, when he wasn’t currently there for classes. Didn’t the administration have any appreciation for the personal schedules of its student body? What if he had a job outside of his education to concern himself with? If that had been the case, surely this meeting would have been all but impossible.

He didn’t, though, and he supposed anyone else applying for an advantageous internship such as this wouldn’t do so while already having such an important obligation to juggle. Finding the building he needed, Kankri headed into the administrative office to conduct the final interview for a student placement at city hall. He believed he’d even receive a stipend, if he was chosen (which he would be). It seemed the school was doing one thing right.

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Application: Jack Noir (Spades Slick)

How old are you IRL? 21

What character are you applying for? Jack Noir (AKA Spades Slick)

Why are you interested in this character? I think there’s a lot of room for development on top of this already interesting character.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? NOTE: I am *mostly* going off of the beta trolls’ version here, because no one wants Bec Noir, or worse, Jack English, trawling around in PDOC. Slick could be easily interpreted as just a guy with a thing for stabbing people, but there’s a lot more to him than that. In canon, though he has no speaking parts, he does a lot of things with various motives behind them. For example, his decision to defect from the Black Queen’s servitude and start a gang (the Midnight Crew) speaks a lot to his rejection of authority. Spades Slick is not the kind of guy to take anyone else’s crap, and he likes to be in control. If anything, he’s a strong leader. He has a penchant for knives, though not necessarily a penchant for violence; I see his perpetual stabbing of strangers as more of a paranoia. Better to kill than be killed. He’s a hardened “criminal”, doing what it takes to survive on the run from a lot of things, including the Felt on top of the Black Queen. In the Intermission, he shows that he’s definitely researched his enemy, and has come nothing less than totally prepared. He isn’t the type to throw caution to the wind and just charge in.

There are many occasions where Slick finds himself injured, but he always gets himself patched up and keeps on going. He’s not a boss; he’s a leader. Someone who gives orders, but is right there with his men until he physically can’t be anymore. He also knows how to make strategic alliances, as evidenced by the alliance he forms with Karkat in canon. While it can be easy to mistake Slick for an idiot due to the fact that he doesn’t have any actual lines in canon, if you pay close attention it’s obvious that he’s smarter than he looks. However, he sees a lot of things in black and white, not really seeing the ‘grey area’ that supposedly exists, which doesn’t mesh well with his hot temper.

In this AU, Slick would be (obviously) human. His real name is Jack Noir, and Spades Slick is a street name he picked up after defecting from the service of a notable politician who would more than likely have his head if they found him. He’s started a gang with a few other defectors called the Midnight Crew. They’re not in the business of selling drugs or anything like that, but they’ve killed their fair share of people (whether or not they’ve meant to do so is an entirely different story). He lives in a big house with the rest of the Midnight Crew, which also serves as a headquarters for them. He’s not exactly trusting of people, and he tends to shy away from revealing his real name or talking about his past at any length. Spies could be anywhere.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? He’s the leader of the Midnight Crew, and together they run a jazz club as a front for their criminal activity. Give a physical description of your character: Slick stands at about 5’9”, tall enough to be intimidating but not so tall that he’s towering over everyone else. He’s italian, with mocha skin and dark eyes. He has a chin strap that tapers nicely into a salt-and-pepper goatee, which perfectly matches his slicked-back hair. He has a scar over his left (or right? no one can ever seem to remember which) eye, which is covered up by a patch. His right (…or left?) arm is prosthetic. It can accomplish basic functions, such as picking things up or holding things or maybe even waving (or other common hand gestures…), but it is by no means deft. He’s somewhere around 40, though his true age is something he doesn’t reveal, and his age is just barely starting to show in wrinkles and sprinkles of grey in his hair.

Give an example post of your character in this AU: Not only was this kid just barely passing the strict dress code required to even be here, but he was getting nosy about pretty much everything. Slick glared down at him, his good hand thumbing the hilt of his trusty switchblade in his pocket. “Listen, kid, it’s not any of your business what’s going on in that room, much less whether or not you can go in. Scram.” His snarl would have been enough to scare away anyone in their right mind. Except that this was an impudent college kid. Instead of fear, he was met with indignance. Crossed arms, frown - the whole nine yards. Gross. "Ugh, whatever. Suit yourself." Ding. Just as the kid was about to turn and leave, Slick found himself scrambling. “Wait,” he called, internally flailing. How could he have been so stupid? This kid knew the password. He should have recognized him, but he hadn’t. But knowing the password meant you were in. ‘Cool’, so to speak. “I apologize, sir. Right this way,” Slick murmured, still caught off guard, as he ushered the vaguely confused-looking kid into the poker room, glancing around to make sure no one else was looking as he opened the door.

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Application: Hearts Boxcars

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How old are you IRL? twenTY FUCKING NINE

What character are you applying for? Hearts Boxcars, aka Harold “Don’t Fuckin Call Me Harry” Borkowski

Why are you interested in this character? I’ve been wanting to branch out for a while and I do have a massive love for the Midnight Crew; they’re fun, funny, interesting parts of canon that get overlooked a lot (even by me!) despite how much they add to the narrative. Plus I would really love to see them in PDOC!

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Many people would consider him all brawn and little brain and… Well, they would be mostly right. While Harold isn’t exactly dumb, he’s mostly a simple guy with simple tastes. From making good music and food, to excelling in breaking open safes and heads, he likes to focus on the things he enjoys in life.

His nature is as brusque as his opinion, often using threats of violence to make a point and displaying a rather short temper for things he considers a waste of his time. Harold isn’t afraid to tell people exactly how he feels and patience is not one of his strong suits. If he can’t work something out easily through accepted means, he has no qualms in employing force to level the playing field entirely in his favor.

Despite his admittedly harsh exterior he does have a soft side to him, hidden deep away behind layers of muscle and his steely low tolerance for bullshit, and in that soft little pocket he does treasure the idea of romance quite a bit. He’s completely balls at it and when it comes to his own love life he’s more likely to fuck it up than actually succeed, so he often lives vicariously through the romantic exploits of others, and occasionally tries to play matchmaker although his efforts are often unwanted and even kind of coercive.

His final passion in life is cooking. The man loves to cook and is quite good at it, though strangely enough most of his fellow gang members seem very reluctant to sample any of his exquisitely prepared meals…

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Member of the Midnight Crew, double bass player and safecracker extraordinaire, with side jobs of amateur matchmaker and “chef”.

Give a physical description of your character: He is a mountain of a man, all meat and intimidation as even those who he doesn’t tower over at 6’3”, he still beats in pure girth. He has a bit of a gut on him but beneath that hearty band of fat is pure muscle, and he truly is a guy where it wouldn’t be too outlandish to picture him out in the forest, wrestling grizzly bears with his bare hands.

He has a square jaw, often sporting a robust 5 o’clock shadow, with dark slicked back hair that is greying at the sides and compact features aside from his rather large mouth. If he were to open his mouth, it would be obvious that his canines are a little more pronounced than the average persons.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

The TV was on when Harold finally made it home, feeling fucking beat. It had been a rough day of too much idiocy for him to handle and his temper was already hanging on by a fraying string. He hung his hat and coat on the rack near the door before taking a moment to rub his face with a meaty hand, letting out a sigh while trying to shake off the dredges of the day. He was so ready to relax and kick back, maybe watch a bit of TV and get his mind off things… it was just his luck that another one of his comrades seemed to be doing just the same, the TV flickering just in the other room as the accompanying sounds echoed from within.

“What’s this yer watchin?” His long strides took him to the room quickly, settling his hand upon the back of the couch behind where his diminutive coworker, Caleb, sat.

"Doctor Who. You think I would look good in a bowtie?" he asked, eyes on the television while he watched some strange brit declare his newfound affection for bowties.

“Huh, ne’er heard of it,” He replied with mild interest, walking around the antique couch to settle down heavily next to Caleb, the furniture creaking in protest to his considerable weight. Once he was settled he considered Caleb for a moment, pondering his query. “I don’t think a bowtie would suit ya.” He shifted his focus to the television.

While he had certain preferences in his viewing, he was the kind of guy who could check his brain out at the door for most video entertainment, and he was quite content to do it now, his legs sprawled out and one arm lazily laying across the back of the couch. As the episode progressed, sat in silence for a long while, his brow knitting as the nature of the show began to unfold. The Tardis made its grand entrance and with it the plot chose to rear its ugly head.

“Oh fer cryin out loud…” It was beginning to get hard to follow, and one of his fingers tapped on the back of the couch in annoyance. It was only once the show began chugging towards the close that Harold couldn’t take it anymore.

He stood up abruptly, wasting no time in abruptly tearing the TV out of the wall, and in a shower of sparks, it promptly found itself smashed against the floor.

“I HATE TIME TRAVEL.”

[ty to ren for providing dialogue for clubs]

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Application: Dirk Strider

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How old are you IRL? 21

What character are you applying for? Dirk Strider

Why are you interested in this character? Dirk is a character I'm very passionate about! He's very close to my heart and he's a character I've analyzed a lot, so I like to think I have a well rounded opinion of him. I unfortunately haven't had much opportunity to write him, but when I do he comes naturally and I'd love to RP him in a group setting like this.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Dirk has always been a skilled and hard worker, effortlessly handling school work while balancing extracurricular activities (such as studying martial arts and swordplay.)

Because of his focus on school work, as well as being quite socially inept, Dirk isn't really one for having lots of friends. It isn't that he isolates himself purposefully or doesn't want friends, he just has a hard time forming strong bonds. While he's typically just amused by the reactions to his "seriousness", it can be disheartening to be played off as stuck up and boring by people.

But the people he is close to, he is VERY close to, and often suffers from separation anxiety if he isn't around them often. This is definitely true with his two brothers. He's stupidly clingy and protective of them.

He also has a bad habit of trying to be helpful by being domineering. It isn't unusual for him to try to take charge of a situation, feeling that he knows what's best. If he can't take the lead, then he may also try manipulating from behind the scenes. When it comes to control, he's very obsessive about it, though mostly without realizing he's acting that way.

Another large issue for him, is that he suffers from identity crises a lot. If he ever happened to see someone who, say, looks EXACTLY LIKE HIM he'd probably flip out (internally, of course.)

But despite all this, he does his best to play it off cool. He isn't the most expressive person so it's easy for him to seem cold and calculating and charismatic, like how he wants everyone to see him, but the truth of the matter is that he's a huge nerd with anxiety problems and doesn't know how to deal with any of it.

Dirk likes to joke around. Being a Strider, he is a man devoted to the art of irony and takes pride in the juxtaposition of silliness and over the top behavior with his stoic outward personality. It's even better when his jokes go over people's heads because they can't overlook his serious tone.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Dirk is an alumni of Hussie University, where he studied Robotics. He attended a vocational school during his later high school years, giving him a head start in college that granted him the option to graduate early. As far as careers go, he remains undecided and mostly works idly on projects or fixes computers for spare cash. He toys with the idea of returning to school just for something to do.

Give a physical description of your character: Dirk is a decently sized guy, standing at 5'11" with slightly broad shoulders and a body built with lean muscle. His hair is naturally flaxen, his skin somewhat tanned with freckles occasionally brought to surface by exposure to enough sun, and his eyes are a rather intense amber color, often mistaken for being straight up orange.

Give an example post of your character in this AU: Today was another boring day of isolation and tireless work for Dirk Strider, who had just about hit his limit for tedium. Still, his stubborn nature made it difficult for him to pry himself away from the open computer case, even while he stared out the window, deftly spinning a tiny screwdriver between his fingers. The sun was actually out, an occurrence that rarely came in Portland this time of year.

The internal battle continued as he sat back in his chair, a long sigh passing through his nostrils. The screwdriver was now being tossed between both hands, where tricks of the hand were growing more impressive. It was a shame no one was around to see such a pointlessly complex display. Some applause sure would be nice right about now.

His pupils darted to the corners of his eyes, catching a glimpse of his phone sitting at the edge of his work desk. Perhaps he should invite someone over... Or out. But despite the yearning for human interaction and the kiss of sun against his skin, he opted to immerse himself further in his work. These computers weren't going to build themselves, after all.

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Application: Executor/Expatriate Darkleer

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How old are you IRL?

21

What character are you applying for?

Darkleer (Darius Eskandar Zahhak)

Why are you interested in this character?

I find Zahhaks in general interesting, and Darkleer is no different. He is the character I play most confidently next to Equius. I was wondering how one might be able to translate his canonical character arc into a humanstuck college AU, so I made the attempt.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

While Darius was very interested in technology in his youth and took up robotics and fiddling with other machinery as a lifelong hobby, he sought a career in law. Part of it was the expectations of his parents, but it wasn't just that; he wanted to pursue justice. At first (not counting the portion of his childhood in which he aspired to be Batman) he considered going into police work, forensics, or private investigation, something more out in the field, but he was pushed more toward a career as an attorney. But either way, he was content going into some work in which he could ensure that wrongdoers get their comeuppance. Years later, he would gradually become disillusioned with his work, but it didn't come to an end until a case involving forged evidence and a defendant he knew personally resulted in his disbarment.

The incident sent the once outgoing man into a reclusion, barely speaking to anyone but those closest to him and just quietly wallowing in his own regrets. It's only more recently that he would once more begin to come out of his shell, as he started attending college again, this time seeking to expand his mechanical hobby into a degree and possibly a job. Following the slump, he feels a resurgence in optimism, though it may still dip at times.

Into middle age, he still keeps very active, often through archery, horseback riding, or weightlifting. He swears that he's going to live to be at least a centenarian, and if he doesn't manage to do it through fitness, he'll just have to become a cyborg, he supposes. Even he's not sure if he's entirely serious about that or not, but he's considering looking into certain fields of engineering to see if that is indeed a viable pursuit. Even if it's not, he may just go down the biomedical route anyway, because it seems like a field in which he can assist others. He wants to make himself useful.

What would be your character's major or occupation? It's fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

He's going for an engineering doctorate. He previously worked as a prosecutor, was disbarred, and is now pursuing another career.

Give a physical description of your character.

He is 5'10”, sometimes boosting his height a little more with boots, and has light brown skin. His physique is muscular and his shoulders are broad, with long hair flowing down far past them, dark with a smidge of silver setting in. He's meticulous in making sure his hair is brushed every day. He tends to wear business attire while out of the house.

Give an example post of your character in this AU. It was strange stepping onto a college campus again. Darius Zahhak had only expected to go through higher education a single time and be done with it once he had a degree. Unfortunately, that degree was next to useless to him now. There were so many young faces around, kids fresh out of high school and a few years beyond that, and among them he felt out of place. He wasn't that old, or at least didn't look it, but he certainly felt pretty ancient around all these whippersnappers. Could they taste the failure on him, he wondered, sense that this was a man who screwed up his career? He brushed those thoughts aside. He assured himself that his classmates were likely not to care, and surely there were plenty of other older adults attending classes here as well and for a variety of reasons. Maybe he could even get to know some of them. This wasn't the time for self-doubt. He was done with that, or at least he was supposed to be.

Now where was he again? From his jacket pocket, he pulled out his phone and brought up the campus map he had bookmarked and a typed copy of his class schedule. Fiddling with it one-handedly with a textbook tucked under his other arm, he gave it a glance over and had a look at the layout of his surroundings to pinpoint where he was standing. He made a mental note to study the map more often. Or possibly just get an optical head-mounted display computer; he heard about one in development. Back on track, he strode his way over to his upcoming class with confidence, rechecking the map every so often along the way. When he arrived and opened the door, the lecture hall was still mostly empty. At least he got there early. Sliding into a row, he took a seat behind another already-present student. Perhaps he could strike up a conversation in the time before class began.

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Application: The Mayor

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How old are you IRL? 25

What character are you applying for? Mayor - Warren Vega

Why are you interested in this character? I've been big on the intermission fandom, cosplay the Mayor, and rped him a fair amount. Out of all the exiles he's my favorite because he is really invested in doing good, even if he isn't that great at it. And almost everybody canonically likes him, which is always a nice feeling.

  What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? He is convinced he is the actual Mayor of Portland. He reads the newspaper every day (and maybe nibbles on it a bit) to keep up with current events so he can talk to whoever will listen to him about politics or his plans for the city. His ideas are sometimes really good, but they don't get off the ground because he is not actually the mayor at all. He lives on the streets, occasionally offered a place to stay for a few nights by people who have become very familiar with him the rare times the weather is treacherous. He's a really friendly guy and cares a lot for his city, trying his best to keep it clean by cleaning up litter. He can be found a lot of the time in libraries reading, or just outside striking up conversation with strangers, some of whom sort of become his friends.  Most people who bother giving him the time of day find him pleasant, just a bit delusional. Sometimes he'll make suggestions for things that have already happened, and takes great pride in himself when he finds out that his project was finished so quickly.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! His job is fake, as he has never once held any real position in the political office. What he does for money is collect bottles and cans, returning them for the deposit. He says it's part of his duty to keep the city clean, and it's just a little bonus that he gets paid for it. Another of his self appointed duties is to verbally reprimand vandalists, sometimes chasing them until they leave whatever property they were damaging. Sometimes this gets him food from business owners, who appreciate his efforts at keeping their buildings free of graffiti or smashed windows.

Give a physical description of your character: He's a short man, about 5'5" with a dark tan. He usually wears ponchos that he made out of old discarded sheets or blankets, literally, just a head hole in a sheet. This is usually on top of clothing, which is whatever he can find that fits. The sheets are used to give him a more professional attire, at least in his opinion, giving him a uniform. One time he found a suit, but he keeps that safe and only wears it once a week or for special occasions. He usually has a rather cheerful demeanour unless he sees someone vandalizing or littering.

Give an example post of your character in this AU: He adjusted his sash so that everyone could read MAYOR on his torso. The sash was self made, had to keep costs down in these hard economic times and couldn't waste city money on these things. It was important to him that people knew who he was, that way if they had any problems, they could come tell him directly. Not many people did this, but he didn't want to risk anyone not knowing.

 Today was a good day to serve his city. In fact every day was. He was even lucky enough to find half a sandwich just sitting on top of the trash that morning, which he ate without hesitation, and even a few bottles of not quite empty sodas, which he drank and tossed in his sack. He made his way to the library, eager to read a copy of today's paper to see if any of his legislations passed.

What a disappointment, no news on improving public transportation by removing the speed limits for buses. But he was happy to see a mention of himself in the crime section, "Two teens were caught by resident Mayor Vega, spray painting an obscene gesture on side of a Starbucks. The two were lectured about their misbehaviour and promptly apologized to the store's manager, but were still charged a fine to have the graffiti removed." He beamed with pride, at least he did his city well.

It seemed someone had the pleasure of meeting with him, at least someone sat down next to him. "Greetings citizen, in case you did not know, I am Mayor Vega. Feel free to give any insight of issues in the city I mayor may not know about yet." He chuckled at his own little joke, nobody else would ever hear the difference, but he knew what he said. "If it's about the potholes in this sector, please be aware that I have already placed an order for them to be filled post haste." The stranger just stared at him a bit before simply saying "Thanks for that," and continued their reading.

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Application: Gamzee Makara

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How old are you IRL? 24

What character are you applying for? Gamzee Makara

Why are you interested in this character? He’s my favorite character. Well, second favorite next to Kurloz Makara. He’s one of the most mis-characterized characters in homestuck and that makes me sad because it can be so rewarding when you roleplay him correctly. I love his interactions with characters, in both his sobered and ‘high’ state. I love his silly outlook on life, his personality. He’s a really sweet guy, despite his questionable actions in canon.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Whether or not this character is High, or sober, there’s something a lot of people seem to miss about Gamzee: he’s chill as fuck. Even when sober, he won’t just flip his shit and murder everyone.  He might have a little more of a temperament when he is sober, but he’s still pretty passive.

Gamzee’s also a people pleaser, especially while he’s high. He takes hate with a smile, and he looks down on himself a lot. He doesn’t seem himself as anything great, though he sees a lot of greatness in everything else. He seems to be someone who appreciates the simplest of things, and sees the beauty in everything. Or at least, tries to.

Because of his lousy upbringing, and neglect, he tends to really cling onto people who are willing to give him the time of day. A good example was his relationship with Karkat, whom he called best friend while Karkat would begrudgingly interact with him back then.

In this Universe, Gamzee doesn’t change much. He suffered neglect from his father, though he still has some fondness for the old man. His death was pretty hard on him, especially since it happened during his time away. Gamzee was sent to a Juvenile Detention Center after physically assaulting someone to the point of incapacitating them. After spending nine months in the detention center, he was sent to a mental institute for six months to treat his Schizophrenia. During the period of 15 months, father nor brother visited him at all, so there is some bitterness toward his brother in that aspect, not as much toward his father as he died sometime while he was away. He isn’t entirely sure about the details of his death, other than he was killed, but it hit Gamzee pretty hard.

Now Gamzee lives with his older brother, who cares about him a lot. However, because of how he never got to see him during Juvie, he doesn’t know whether or not he cares about him genuinely, or if there’s something he wants from him. That puts a quasi impenetrable wall between him and his older brother, that doesn’t allow him to confide in his brother as much as he used to before that whole mess happened.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Resident pothead.

Give a physical description of your character: Tall, about 6’7”. He has broad shoulders, and a messy head of seemingly uncontrollable locks thanks to Makara genes. He has tanned skin, dark eyes, and more often than not, he wears his greasepaint. He usually walks around with a slouched posture.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

Clouds were beautiful as they floated across the blue sky. So fluffy and white. Like… why were they even like that? Who told them they had to be fluffy and white? Why not less fluffy and green? Miracles.

Gamzee Makara laid on top of a grassy hill top, arms folder underneath his head as he stared up to the sky with a dreamy look on his face. He looked happy, peaceful… and kind of dirty. The front of his shirt and pants were covered in grass stems. He had tripped because of his untied shoes, ending face down on the freshly cut grass. Instead of getting up, he rolled onto his back, and noticed how beautiful the sky looked. It was one of those rare, beautiful days in Portland, so Gamzee couldn’t help but to admire how clear the sky looked, how bright the sun shinned… for five hours straight.

By the time he finally sat up, the sun had already set in the horizon. He stayed for a little longer, just to watch how the sky changed from blue to those pretty pink, purple and orange hues. It was his favorite part; everything just looked so amazing.

It wasn’t until the stars were visible that he finally got up from the ground, dusting his pants just a little bit. He should probably head home. His brother might be getting worried.  Actually… He pulled out his phone, and pushed one of the buttons to make the screen light up. Yeah, about 4 missed messages from his brother. He definitely should be getting home by now. He’s been gone a while, and he was hungry. He unlocked his phone screen and began to text his brother, taking his sweet time to type out his ridiculous quirk.

<HaHaHa, SoRrY bRo. I gOt My ZoNe On AlL sOlId LiKe.>

<i’M oN mY wAy HoMeWiSe NoW, YeAh? So GeT yOuR sEtTlE oN rIgHt. :o) >

<WoW mAn, GoTtA bE aLl To TeLl At YoU, mY sToMaCh Is MaKiN aLl SoRtS oF wIcKeD rUmBlIeS. tHiNk We CaN bE aLl OrDeRINg SoMe GrUb FoR tOnIgHt?>

And with that, Gamzee put his phone back in his pocket and began to head back home.

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Application: Orphaner Dualscar

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How old are you IRL?

20

What character are you applying for?

Dualscar (Duayne Ampora)

Why are you interested in this character?

I love playing huge douchebags and this guy is one of the biggest douches I know how to play. He’s ridiculously fun to roleplay as too.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

He’s a giant rich asshole, that’s the basic gist of him. He can do whatever he wants and he takes advantage of that. When money doesn’t work, he uses fear to get what he wants, people tend to be afraid of him for good reason, especially his own children. He may or may not have used some violent means in the past to get his way, Duayne simply does not have patience for people who will waste his time and he has little to no empathy for anyone who isn’t as hard working as he is.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

He’s a business man, the head of a large corporation that owns a vast majority of the buildings around town, including the nicer upper class apartments that his children stay in. He also may or may not be involved in some sort of mildly illegal activities that he refuses to discuss with anyone who isn’t a current business partner.

Give a physical description of your character:

Duayne is 46 years old and stands at a tall 6’5”. He dresses business casual, normally wearing a silk dress shirt, not always buttoned up all the way, black slacks, and shiny black steel toed boots. He has a strong jaw, muscular build, and two large scars that span the entirety of his face. He doesn’t like to talk about where they came from, but will occasionally make up stories about their origin, none of which are true. He keeps himself clean shaven, hair slicked back, though not quite as drastically as Cronus’, and he exudes an air of business and professionalism. His speech is pointed and professional, though his thick Scottish accent tends to shine through whenever he gets flustered or drunk. If you hear his accent then generally you know that you done goofed.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

As soon as Duayne arrived home, he practically tore his tie in his attempt at loosening it as quickly as possible, then he was pulling it off and tossing it aside before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. Business meetings were his least favorite thing to deal with when he was already this stressed out. He hung up his dress jacket, not needing to add the Laundromat onto his list of places to go and things to do. He was relentlessly busy it seemed and with the new buildings his company was purchasing near the local university, he was now finding himself even busier.

He’d just kicked off his boots and tossed himself onto his bed when he heard his phone going off. A quick glance at the screen told him it was his eldest freeloading mooch of a son. He answered with a quick and to the point, “Fuck off, I’m busy,” before hanging up and throwing his phone across the room. He’d been working his ass off lately, he didn’t need to hear how one of his children was suddenly in need of money for something. At some point they would simply need to learn to do things on their own. He rolled over and pulled his belt free of its loops, then held it up and snapped it together. Children were such a bother.

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Application: Feferi Peixes

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How old are you IRL? 22

What character are you applying for? Feferi Peixes

Why are you interested in this character? Feferi was pretty much my first love in Homestuck, and she's very dear to me. She's one of two characters in the comic I've put a whole ton of thought into and written numerous dorky posts about, HAHA. Portraying her well is very important to me, especially because she is so sorely unloved and misunderstood by the fandom.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? At first glance, Feferi's the kind of person one might see as harmless -- cute, friendly, and cheerful -- but there is a lot more to her than the surface implies. While she has what are generally positive goals, she is strong in her drive for them, and she pushes herself hard, taking every obstacle in stride. She was raised in a situation that demanded the best from her, and the best is what she strives for. Her need to be "perfect", in this sense, and her position in society both make her pretty proud as a person — you can irritate her fast by condescending to or insulting her or her interests. However, if she doesn’t take you or your opinions seriously, she’s prone to laugh it off, instead.

She has a healthy amount of anger and this manifests in the occasional "joking" jab or outburst, but it is usually painted over with cheerfulness and diverted away from. She prefers to be everyone's friend rather than their enemy, because her image is important to her -- unless she thinks someone's negative opinion of her will have no effect on her, in which case, she will happily express negativity, too. More casually, she's fun-loving and open to experimenting with the manner in which she partakes in it, since she is naturally curious, if not a bit naive and occasionally inappropriate as a result. She's a pretty accepting person, and has patience for awkward and abrasive personalities -- as long as they don't push her for too much, that is.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? Feferi is a business major, grooming herself to inherit the family business(es), namely Short Pier Industries. The family is involved with the Amporas due to their related business affairs.

Give a physical description of your character. Pretty tiny height-wise at an even five feet, it's not always difficult to mistake her for younger than her age, especially given her penchant for wearing bright colors. It's compounded, too, by a bright, sweet voice, although if anything gives away her age, it's the veritable length of black waves that is her hair, which she has kept in good condition for many years of growing, and her curves. Her face is all dark eyes and round lips, her nose the slightest curve of the bridge and gently upturned. Of black and Asian parentage, the freckles inherited from her mother smattered over much of her skin would be more obvious were it not for her dark skin. Her body's in good shape, her legs especially thick with muscle from swimming and her hips wider than any other curve on her, though she's got a bit of baby fat on her belly and no lack of softness scattered elsewhere. Anyone close enough would note she's likely to smell like sea salt and citrus, and her person carries no less than three pieces of jewelry at all times.

Give an example post of your character in this AU. This was a serious occasion, and that called for all the proper measures.

Feferi was all but buried in a pile of clothes, searching for that one elusive garment that would make the proper impact. "Adelaide!" she barked, combing the halls for the housekeeper who must know the location of her prized blouse, and once she finally found her in the kitchen, she spared nothing to stress the importance of this piece of clothing.

Once she had finally relocated it with the maid's assistance and assembled her ensemble, all that was left was checking luggage and her appearance otherwise before a limousine carried her to the airport where a private jet awaited.

Portland, the place where her sister now called home. The place where Feferi would finally be striking out to further her mother's business ventures -- her eventual business ventures, too. It was the perfect place for a fresh start. It was only a shame that it wasn't near the ocean...

She was a little tipsy by the time she left the plane, but her grace on heels remained unperturbed (one had to practice these things), and the sky was an ugly shade of grey in Portland today, but that hardly put a damper on her arrival. Ugly weather and all, this was exactly what she had come here for (and turquoise was still fine in dim lighting)! And while she was still in the airport, she decided to bless everyone in her restaurant of choice with coupons for free Short Pier products after speaking to the owner about potentially carrying a new product for them.

Not a parched throat in sight! She truly was the brilliant businesswoman this city had been in need of. Now she just needed to finally see that top-floor apartment that Eridan had promised her was so great...

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Application: Bro Strider

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How old are you IRL? 25

What character are you applying for? Bro Strider

Why are you interested in this character? There are quite a few characters I dig writing for Homestuck, but of that decently large number there are a few that come almost effortlessly and who I always am excited to write. Bro Strider is one of them. I think he has great potential for fun and hilarious interactions with a large portion of the Homestuck cast, and I just really like getting to write an older character with his sort of personality and background.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Bro is an irreverent asshole, but under the layers of douche and irony, he’s a pretty good guy. He’s very much a case of, the intentions are good, but the means to his ends are highly suspect. He says and does a lot of things purely for shock value, liking to see just how far he can push the envelope without completely crossing some invisible line. He also favors a lot of distinctly sexual humor. It comes with the territory of making porn on the internet.

He’s a bit socially awkward, but more in the sense that he has long since accepted that when being himself he’s not entirely palatable to polite society at large, than that he feels awkward himself. He could have faked decorum to smooth over interacting with people in public, but it’s much more entertaining to him to just give no fucks and make his weirdness work for him in every situation he can get an angle on. His behavior in a lot of ordinary situations is pretty inappropriate, which makes it all the more noticeable when he buckles down, cleans up, and plays by the rules for once. He’s very talkative and forward, but on his schedule. When he wants to be left the hell alone, he’ll take extreme measures to ensure it.

He militantly avoids talking about feelings or making acknowledged commitments to people. He’s the sort of person who knows a lot of guys, but has only a few truly close friends. On the flipside, he’s protective verging on outright territorially possessive of the people he’s happened to stake a claim on. One does not fuck with Bro Strider, and one definitely does not fuck with Bro Strider’s kin. His set of morals is fairly far off from the norm, but he does have a pronounced sense of personal honor, and is legitimately offended whenever it’s implied he would do something that goes against that unwritten code.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Bro is around his early forties (I tend to write him as 18-20 years older than Dave) and incredibly well settled into a lucrative career making porn. He runs his dedicated plushophile paysite, and a web store primarily dealing with the sale of custom, exorbitantly-priced sex toys. He’s also legitimately possessed of pretty shrewd business sense, supplementing the income from his websites with other investments. He’s getting to a point where he’d like to ease off from actively juggling so many plates and get the majority of his web business to a place where it’ll almost run itself. The money is hardly an issue at his current point; he’s started to move away from web business and toward being a visible patron of porn, involving himself in film festivals and “real world” events that will get him out from behind a computer.

Give a physical description of your character: Bro is a couple inches over six foot, tanned, and incredibly well-muscled. Despite his increasing age, he adheres to a strict exercise regimen which includes sword practice, various old scars from working with blades and getting into the occasional fight visible on his arms and chest. His golden-blond hair is most definitely not thinning in any places at all, though he does make a point of keeping a hat pulled over it at virtually all times. His fashion style is distinctly “douchey casual,” consisting of whatever will let him be the most comfortable while also looking the most like an asshole. Sweatpants with dress shoes are a personal favorite (some dress shoes just have incredible arch support, it’s an informed decision). His pointy shades are an absolute staple of his look; he has at least a dozen backup pairs scattered around his place.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

There was a point past which even Bro could no longer bury his nose in artistically-shot frames of puppet ass and the long columns of financial spreadsheets. He loved his computer like a dear, old friend, but sometimes a guy just had to acknowledge the merits of friends who happened to be flesh and blood. Hell, he hardly even saw Davey these days, not since he’d gone and grown up and started to get an education or a job or whatever the hell he was doing with his life. Shit, when had he last dropped in on the lil man?

He needed a break anyway, might as well go for a drive. The condo had been a great investment, when he’d moved to Portland. Like enough to his old apartment to appease his hatred of change, but with a killer view and designated parking. He didn’t need anyone keying his absolutely atrocious-looking old Chevy Silverado, not while he was living in a fucking luxury high-rise. He climbed into the driver’s side, taking his baby out of the complex and down onto the highway. The thought of calling ahead to give Dave fair warning didn’t occur to him at all.

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Application: Aranea Serket

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How old are you IRL? 21

What character are you applying for? Aranea Serket

Why are you interested in this character?

I can't exactly remember my intial interest in writing Aranea, but it's one that I've had for a while, I've just been admittedly intimidated by writing someone as verbose as her. I'd like to try my hand at her, because I think she'd be a fun challenge! Plus she's adorable and I hold a bit of sentimental value with her. What is your personal interpretation of this character?

How would you describe their personality?

Aranea comes off as your typical, bookish nerd. She loves nothing more than telling stories and relaying the vast amounts of knowledge that she's acquired. And while this does draw from her excitement to share the things she's interested in, there is a bit more to it. Aranea is a show off. She wants to show people how smart she is, she wants to educate based on a self righteous attitude.

This isn't to say that she's a bad person, or that her narcissism is a trait that should be seen as an inheritly destructive one... However, under the right circumstances, it certainly can. Aranea is prone to feeling unappreciated and taken for granted. If her buttons are pushed just right, a hostility that seems almost uncharacteristic for a mild mannered girl can take over. When things don't go her way, she will take control of the situation. She will rectify wrongs as she sees fit. But this arguably could also be a good thing, it really would just depend on the situation.

Aranea loves all books. Fiction, non-fiction, any genre. She will read just about anything she gets her hands on, but the more fantastic the tale, the better. In her heart she yearns to do bigger and better things, which is reflected in her love for such stories, but she makes little effort to live such a lifestyle, unless situations like the one above are presented. In which case, fanfare suddenly becomes second nature, just to prove herself.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

Aranea is majoring is History with a minor in Psychology. She's currently unemployed, but she does volunteer at the campus's library.

Give a physical description of your character.

She's about average height, standing at 5'5", with a curvatious build and a bit of chub in the middle. Her skin is olive tinted and a bit tanned, as she does enjoy getting out and soaking in the sun. There's nothing quite like reading in the park, after all. Her eyes are blue and her hair is a chocolate brown and rather meticulously curled. She pays a great deal of attention to her appearance, making herself up and always being sure to wear something feminine and presentable. You'll really have to try if you want to see her looking anything less than well kept.

Give an example post of your character in this AU.

"It's an incredible tale! While I admit that there are many cliche tropes for a romance novel, it hardly takes away from the enriching character development and surprisingly complex plot." Aranea was in the beginning stages of a long winded summary of her current read. Finger tips passed over the smooth cover the paper back, retelling it's words with such accuracy it was as if they were being transfered straight to her through the contact.

A well versed account needed to be presented in a very particular way. Story telling was an art, no matter which form it took, and this was an art Aranea took very seriously. No important detail would be left unspoken, for if she left anything out, than the story would fall apart. The moral, the reason the story even exists, would become lost.

Really, she might as well have just read the damn thing to her current listener, but so engrossed in her own words she didn't even notice that they had long since left her.

"Hmm? ... Where did you go?" She huffed when the realization that she had been abandoned finally hit her. This was always happening and she did not appreciate it! Time and time again she's asked for help or recommendations while working at the library, and just as frequently she was left talking to herself. Why did they bother if they truly didn't care?

But oh well, she wouldn't let it discourage her. It wasn't as if she was at fault, after all.

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Application: John Egbert

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How old are you IRL? 22

What character are you applying for? John Egbert

Why are you interested in this character? He's a fun character to write, and he'd be a good contrast to the character I'm already playing, offering me a lot of room to play someone more socially active. And I love him.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? John is amply honest, pretty silly, and a simple sort of guy; he has a tendency to see things more in black and white than shades of grey. Either something is awesome or it's awful, hilarious or stupid. But that isn't to say John isn't plenty friendly. He can take a lot of vitriol and shrug it off, and for the most part, he just likes making friends -- however, even John can push boundaries, and sometimes pulls pranks or say things that are a little cruel without realizing it, which is really supplemented by that black-and-white view of things. If he realizes he's done something shitty, he's more likely to own up to it than play it off, but you have to actually present it to him.

He doesn't usually dwell on his mistakes, and he has a habit of speaking out about things he thinks are ridiculous or unfair, but when there's something that bothers him or upsets him that he can't really complain about normally, he has a tendency to let it build up until the levee breaks and he has something to take his frustrations out on.

John grew up in Portland all his life, and he's had a pretty average one. Well, for anyone that lives in Portland, anyway. He has a dad that kind of annoys him, a good handful of friends, a job he likes, and at least a vague goal in mind. He's had little conflict in his life and has a tendency to take that for granted, but at the same time, he doesn't usually try to argue with anyone on their problems if they seem legitimate, either; he's a pretty good ear, even if he can't necessarily relate.

What would be your character’s major or occupation? Music major! He really wanted to look into magic as profession, but his particular brand is kind of... outdated. He still finds ways to incorporate it into his life, anyway, such as impressing the kids at the daycare he works at. They always think magic is cool.

Give a physical description of your character: John is a pretty average 5'8" and slim but lightly muscled (particularly in his arms), with slightly messy black hair that he keeps short. He's a tan-skinned mix of European and Pacific Islander descent, and the latter isn't always immediately recognized by others, but in Portland, he's experienced minimal repercussions in regards to his ethnicity. He's worn simple rectangular glasses to correct his vision about as long as he can remember, and hasn't really been interested in contacts; it's too much effort for him over a thing he doesn't really care about.

Give an example post of your character in this AU: "Whoa! Careful, dude!"

Another kid was going a little hard with the cookie dunking, and another cup of milk had toppled, right onto the lap of another unsuspecting little boy who had simply been enjoying his gummy snacks. John had been fearing an upset in this direction, with the way the little boy seemed to get a bit worked up when things didn't go his way, and already John could see his face working into the dreaded Tear Grimace.

"Hey, it's okay!" John tried to intervene, all but leaping to get the cup upright again and grabbing for a few of the paper towels on the table nearby to sop up the mess. "See? It's just about disappeared, right? Wanna see something else disappear? It'll be /totally/ cool, trust me."

Another couple seconds had him procuring a sponge ball and a pencil from nearby. "All right, check it out. See the ball?" The kid nodded, tears still in his eyes, but at least he looked curious. That was good. "I'm gonna make that ball disappear." He pretended to move the foam ball into his other hand and hid it, curling his fist around nothing but air, then offered the pencil. "All you have to do is take this pencil and tap my fist with it three times. Ready? One, two, three!" After the little one had complied, John's hand spread wide, revealing... nothing! "Crazy, huh?"

The kid was looking around, confused, but moments later, John offered his other hand and opened it to reveal the little ball right back where it had started. "It's over here now! It must be a traveler. Hehe, here you go." He offered the ball over, and while he was trying to figure out how exactly the magic ball worked, John reached to pull his chair out. "Now let's go get you changed into some clean pants, okay?"