Character Name: Vriska Serket
Why do you want to play this character?: Serkets are literally my bread and butter. Heavy-personality females with vulnerable aspects. Hated. Mm. Good stuff. I was going to go for Aranea at first, due to that good olā bullied know-it-all backstory I could cook up. But why not go for the arrogance with inexperience flavor?
Beautiful.
Plus, who doesnāt get annoyed at the elooooooong8d words? I might keep the quirk. We all know Iām keeping the quirk. Itās so fun.
I love Serkets. Leave me to my adoration of one of Homestuckās most hated characters.
Iām just saying if Ancestors were open/a thing I wouldāve been on this app way faster. Nah. Thatās a lie. These things take awhile.
What type of creature are they?: After hours of research (thank you for the link to supernatural stuff by the way), I went with vampire.
There were a couple other close choices, but they just didnāt make sense. Unfortunately. :(
Reasoning for this type of creature?: Well, fangs. I mean, who doesnāt love that? But no, itās the power aspect, the arrogance in modern literature. The variations of types. And of course, being the best. Whatās more classic in modern American pop culture than vampires? Look at the popular supernaturals of today: vampires, and followed by zombies of course (Thank you Walking Dead).
The other reason would be relating to canonās powers. The overriding of the mind via will + blood. We know from canon that Mindfang cannot tap into Dualscarās mind at the time of the journal due to his blood hue, but then we later find out its also will-based as Aranea crafts her power enough through like BILLIONS of sweeps practice in the dream bubbles to where she can overtake pretty much anyone of any blood (as Cronus is in the army of those that she controls). From what we see in canon, itās a will-based and blood-related factors that cause the overtaking of someoneās actions.
And that, in popular mythos, is what a vampire does. Hypnotizes, or controls the victim depending on the take. Or, well, seduces.
It all depends of course on the take, but there is a standard on some sort of overriding-the-will-of-things-to-drink-blood. Or seduction. Or sneak attacks.
While, Iād say in canon, Vriskaās attempt at āseductionā failed (COUGH TINKER VRISKA COUGH), but the elements relating to such a supernatural creature are there. Seducing, mind abilities, fangs, and I mean a Spider lusus sort of drinks blood.
I mean, itās more likeāokay spiders are just gross. Letās leave it at that. I like spiders but if itās poisonous, itās a goner. Daddy long legs are bros though.
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?:
Iām still working on the extent of abilities. Ish. Iām thinking fangs can be retracted, allergic to sunlight, not fond of garlic (itās strong), but definitely not the classic , and of course some mind-control for luring out victims if necessaryānow transforming into a bat or something? Probably not. Would like to work on these further.
Mixing classical characteristics of vampire abilities with more modern takes is entertaining, of course. But itās hard not to OP vampires. I mean, this isnāt an Anne Rice novel (Lestat became basically a Gary Stu and you can argue with me all you want. Itās just inevitable).
And the love of Nic Cage has to stay a thing. I canāt live without that.
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: Not really, not right now.
Questions? [Optional]: I have so many questions about Dupet and other things. Weād be here for so much longer.
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
If 'Worldās Gr8est Vampireā was ever actually in the Guinness Book of World Records. Or some supernatural person that has a world records forāanyway. Stupid thoughts aside, the best was in fact the one and only Vriska Serket. Not only is she a well-accomplished thief of various goods and magical artifacts of high value, sheās an amazing vampire. Honestly, how long the planet was deprived of her in the hundred-and-some-odd years sheās been a thing.
Really, sheās an absolute blessing that the Universe decided to gift to vampire kind. An accomplished, and wanted vampire, too! She has posters, hunters come after her on occasion (and fail! Ha!); who wouldnāt want to be her, of all people?
Itās this night that sheās taken the cake, yet again! Itās not actually a cake, but the phrase still works here. A rare chalice, said to grant the vampire that drinks the blood of a lover the ability to stand the sun for a week at a time. And where else did she steal it from but an old vampire hunter! Vriska isnāt a hundred percent if the legend is true, but sheās all or the glory of stealing this thing. A glance behind shows that the hunterās not hot on her trail any more. But itāll be awhile before she tops running, and cackling with glee at her most successful heist to date. The chalice will be smooched later. Or. Maybe something a little less embarrassing.
Character Name: Nepeta Leijon
Why do you want to play this character?: Iāve always had a connection with Nepeta. In the comic itself, when Karkat calls Nepeta autistic, I realized how many things I had in common with her, and Iām autistic as well. Also since I was probably 11 or 12, I roleplayed very much in the same way she does, with the asterisks and everything. Sheās also so into shipping her friends, and Iām very much obsessed with shipping characters from any fandom I get into. I also feel like Iām able to get into her character the easiest. For this Nepeta, however, I think sheāll be a tad different with her personality. Sheās going to be very similar to her canon self, I swear.
What type of creature are they?: Werecat Eclectic Witch.
Reasoning for this type of creature?: I know her requirements say she should be a wild woman/feline. I decided to combine two aspects. Sheās a werecat, changing into a large cat during a full moon night. The eclectic witch, as the name implies, means she combines a handful of different pieces of separate types of witchcraft. Making sigils, sacrificing some of her hunts, and even technology based ones. I believe she would make a good witch mainly for sigils, as in canon she is known for doodling even while just talking to her friends.
If human, why?:
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?:
Sheād mostly present as a human, and possibly not even be aware of her monthly change, only knowing that she every so often has blackouts as her feline side comes out. Iām not set for sure on if she would change specifically during a full moon only, or if near a full moon her feline nature would be at its peak, then on the full moon night she would actually transform.
Sheās a well known gardener, and makes various botanical remedies for small ailments: Sore throat, cough, minor cuts and bruises, you name it. She will also, for a price, perform magic. Sheās best known for her sigils, engraving them into jewelry, writing them in the dirt, every which way she can help someone. When the time calls for it though, she will also make spell jars or potions for more extreme cases that is.
She lives in a more old fashioned, small cottage on the edge of the town. The inside is more modernly decorated, the front room being very minimalistic, simple. But out the back door youād see her garden, filled with a wide array of various plants, flowers, and some insects and animal carcasses occasionally stacked around.
Oh and of course, she has a million cats. Some she keeps inside, some outside, some both, and a lot of strays who just visit and leave as they please.
Any headcanons you would like for this AU?: None at the moment.
Questions? [Optional]: This is my first time applying to a roleplay group, and Iāve been roleplaying for about 14 years now, so if I could maybe get some critiques in a private message that would be great? Thank you in advance!
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
As ordinary as it was for Nepeta to be home alone on a weekday night, she did sometimes crave social interaction. Looking around her minimalistic living room, she saw several cats scatted in various places, some hiding under furniture, some laying on top of it, overall they were not interacting with her in the slightest. The only of these that were, a soft gray tabby who laid by her feet as she relaxed on the couch, was sound asleep. For as long as she could remember, this is how her life was. Spending day after day, night after night alone in this house, filled with all of these cats, and only ever interrupted with a personās presence when they wanted something from her. She should feel used, mistreaten perhaps, but this was the life she lived.
Finally giving in to her sore muscles aching, she slid her feet off the couch and onto the floor, slowly rising into a long stretch, her hands over her head as her back cracked, sighing blissfully at the newfound energy. As she walked out of her living room, a handful of cats followed her through her kitchen and into her back yard, her garden.
She was unaware her prayers for companionship would be answered, as she had a slight fright walking into her garden and seeing someone at her greenhouse door, tapping lightly. When she opened the plastic door, she didnāt immediately recognize the human, but her shocked face did sting a little. As much as the humans may not be aware of it, she knew what they thought of her. She was odd, normally unwelcome to their social occasions, and only called upon when someone was desperate.
What on earth did this poor soul want?
āI.. donāt know what Iām doing here..ā she mumbled, looking down and trying to avoid eye contact, āI couldnāt think of.. Anyone else who could help m-ā
āSay no more.ā She cut the woman off, with a slight sigh as she turned to her normal workbench, āWhat do you need? Love? Children? Lose a locket?ā
āRevenge.ā
Glancing back at the woman, she raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and quickly began work plucking some leaves from a plant on the corner of her table.
āSuit yourself.ā
Hi there! I just have a quick question. I'm currently debating on applying for a character, but I'm stuck between two right now. Can I just ask, I saw the person playing Jade switched to Rose, is Jade now available? Thank you in advance!
Hello! Jade is available! Thank you for finding interest in our AU! I do hope we can find your application later!Ā
Character Name: Rosaline Maige Lalonde
Why do you want to play this character?: Rose resonates with me and Iāve loved playing her in the past.
What type of creature are they?: Rose is a human oracle for the Elderitch Gods.
Reasoning for this type of creature?: Rose as a witch has been done a lot and its like a call back to her grimdark state when she spoke in the forgotten Elderitch language
If human, why?:
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?: N/A
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: N/a
Questions? [Optional]:
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
The atmosphere in the tea shop was warm and welcoming as it usually was. It was filled with soft chatter about the latest gossip and what have you, the nice sized line of the shop moved at a consistent pace with the two girls at the front filling orders and getting them to the recipients. Rose was currently busy fulfilling an order, after finishing she turned back to the customer a polite smile on her face, and a few strands of hair falling into her face.
āA green tea with no sugar or milk?ā She called into the crowd waiting to get their orders.
āThatās me!ā A tan woman with shoulder length red hair made her way to the counter. Rose handed her the cup, receipt on the side of the cup.
āHave a wonderful day and watch out for strangers with three eyes.ā Her voice maintaining the same casual tone despite the creepy/odd message at the end of it. For a second though it would have appeared to be a disturbing aura around her for a moment.
Congratulations! You have made it into Dupet and now you have to meet the other misfits. You have one week to make the blog and one of the mods will contact you shortly!
-Mod Noon
OOC:
Preferred name: Jawny
Pronouns: any are okay
Age: 20
Discord: [REDACTED]
IC:
Character Name: John Egbert
Why do you want to play this character?: Iām fond of john, and I like playing him because heās so mischievous and gets into absolutely everything.
What type of creature are they?: Gandharva, a nature spirit naturally gifted with music and singing among other things. Heād be more in tune with Wind/Air to keep with his attributes.
Reasoning for this type of creature?: itās a musically inclined spirit, and I think it meshes well with john and everything that he is. Thereās also the fact that Gandharvas are as equally known for their mischief as they are music. Music and mischief? Right up his alley.
If human, why?:
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?:
Because of what he is, he has two sets of wings. Theyāre covered in soft, black-blue feathers and aid him in flight. He does NOT need them, but he is very fond of them regardless. Sometimes the feathers may shift in hue, but those times are rare. His wings may change appearance and size every so often, but remain the same for the most part.
He is a messenger of softs, often gone for periods of time while he seeks out the recipients of various messages.
Gandharva are considered personifications of the sun in some texts, and John exhibits this by way of a glow. Itās very faint, but in cases of extreme emotion, positive or negative, that glow may brighten considerably.
He is good with healing, and carries around a bag filled with assorted items to perform his healings with.
John is not fond of Nagas at all, but that doesnāt mean he wonāt speak to them.
Heās prone to pranks, most of which he may see as harmless, even if they are in fact not harmless.
He loves referring to himself as Tinker Bell, and will often spin tales of how Peter Pan is real.
He is mostly benevolent, but there are rare cases where his usual cheerful attitude will fade completely.
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]:
Questions? [Optional]:
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
Itās another calm night, the sky is cloudless and the stars wink and shine brightly down on the grove. From the carefully made nest of moss and flowers John stirs, rolling so that he can stare up through gently waving boughs up to the night sky. He lifts a hand up, idly tracing the bright pinpoints of the stars scattered above. He would have continued to do so if rustling off in the tree next to him didnāt disturb him. He finds himself far from worried, itās just another of many Gandharva that occupy this small grove. They are all far away from Home, but they seem to like it better this way.
After a time John sits up and climbs free of the nest, settling at the end of the thickest branch holding his nest aloft. Down below is a calm pool of water, it reflects the sky above and adds to the calm of this tiny little haven. His wings stretch out, and he shakes some to loosen feathers. They fall slowly, landing on the water and spinning in lazy circles before going still. He doesnāt stay to watch it, lifting himself to stand and then he slips off the edge, wings catching him easily. His bag shifts against his side, and inside something jingles before falling silent. He pats the bag and then takes off.
Heās spent enough time lazing about, there are messages to deliver and unfamiliar places to see.
Character Name: Aradia Megido
Why do you want to play this character?: My sheep child, is forever good. I love her. I need more of her in my life. Plus, good shit.
What type of creature are they?: Elf with a Spirit Medium/Fortune Teller/Witch Aspect
Reasoning for this type of creature?: As you have on the character info page, Megidos are mystics of the mind and elves have a deeper connection to the magic they wield. As an elf, Aradia has a better connection to the dead and her fortunes tend to be a bit more accurate.
If human, why?: N/A
Any headcanons pertinent to mods?:
Aradia does seances, acts as a medium every now and again, does blood telling, etc.
She is a bit of an outcast, but she was necessary to everyone
Because no matter who you were, you came to her at some point or another.
She doesnāt usually take cash. She takes offers
Jewelry, blood, etc. She loves shiny things the most
easily trade able for other things. good barter material
She will take cash if thatās all you have, but she will usually try to get a piece of jewelry or something from the person first
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: Nah
Questions? [Optional]: May I kiss the faces of all the mods?
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
Aradia hated sitting in the coffee shops in the city. They felt out of place for her, she always had to hide her ears beneath her hair and scarves. Jewelry always had to look dirty and old. Nothing too fancy, nothing too good to steal.
The client asked to meet her here, she only agreed because she knew the person. She was regularly seeing them and they always brought her something new and shiny. Something she could keep, something she would like. Today, the offer was something from the coffee shop before they left to go back to her home, to where her she felt comfortable.
Soon she felt the air shift and the magic roll of her skin and she smiled. Smiled softly and sweetly at the familiar person in front of her. Soft spoken words shared before she found herself with an extra large white mocha with extra espresso. Such a happy little elf she was.
Once back in her cottage, she grabbed a mirror and placed it on her living room table, motioned for her client to sit and went to work. Aradia was definitely going to be happy for the rest of the night.
āBe careful of old spirits in your life. They may come back to haunt you once more.ā
Be wary of your sins, brother. Make sure you listen to your mother because there is a beast that hunts in the night. You have one week to make your blog.
The rougarou (alternatively spelled as roux-ga-roux, rugaroo, or rugaru)
The stories of the creature known as a rougarou are as diverse as the spelling of its name
The rougarou legend has been spread for many generations, either directly from French settlers to Louisiana (New France) or via the French Canadian immigrants centuries ago.
In the Cajun legends, the creature is said to prowl the swamps around Acadiana and Greater New Orleans, and possibly the fields or forests of the regions, Often the story-telling has been used to inspire fear and obedience. One such example is stories that have been told by elders to persuade Cajun children to behave. According to another variation, the beast will hunt down and kill Catholics who do not follow the rules of Lent
Other stories range from the rougarou as a rabbitlike beast to the rougarou as a wolflike creature, to the rougarou being derived from witchcraft. In the latter claim, only a witch can make a rougarou. Either via casting the curse on another, or by transforming themselves into a Rougarou.
Another legend, and my favorite, is that if a person looks into the eyes of a rougarou, that person will be transformed into one. Thereafter, the unfortunate victim will be doomed to wander in the form of this monster. Such folklore versions of the rugaru vary from being mild bigfoot creatures to cannibalistic Native American or Native Canadian wendigos. Author Peter Matthiessen argues that the rugaru is a separate legend from that of the cannibal-like giant wendigo. While the wendigo is feared, he notes that the rugaru is seen as sacred and in tune with Mother Earth.
Some myths state that when the curse is lain upon a person, it begins with hunger, first for anything, then for raw meat, and then for human flesh. If the cursed person can resist falling prey to cannibalistic urges for 101 days, the curse will be lifted, if they give in however, they will be transformed into a Rougarou.
In Louisiana, they hold a festival known as The Rougarou Fest, a festival that celebrates the folklore of the Louisiana bayous. It takes place on the last Saturday of october.
Reasoning for this type of creature?: Returning to my original ramblings on Gamzee, I enjoy the Rougarouās dichotomy, seen as some by a monster and by others as something sacred. No one however can deny that the Rougarou, in most tellings of the myth, is a monster, which I feel resonates well with this character (and can be seen as a little tongue in cheek jab at the fandomās arguing over him). The Rougarou also has an undeniable religious slant to it, as both a beast that can be considered the aftermath of witchcraft, or a creature who stalks those who are not dutiful to their religion and have lost its protection. Despite what some modern interpretations state, the Rougarou is so much more than āone more werewolf, or werewolf-likeā legend, it has a deep, rich history within the legends of the very setting this AU was created in. Iāve chosen it because I believe it fits not only the character itself, but the very setting.
Any headcanons you would like for this AU? [Optional]: None that I can think of.
Questions? [Optional]:
Are there any bayou/swamplike areas around Dupet?
If so, would it be an acceptable place for Gamzee to reside?
If not;
Would it be acceptable for Gamzee to reside in the deeper forests around Dupet?
There are many many legends about how the Rougarou looks when transformed, everything from Wolflike to Rabbitlike to something entirely unique. How much creative control am I allowed to have over this, as I would like to design something I feel is true to the Rougarou in multiple legends, as well as with a few unique spins that I believe are fitting to tie back into Gamzeeās design in general.
For the sake of readability, I would like permission to use Gamzeeās sober quirk. Both for others, and as a kindness towards the fact that on bad days, attempting to type in his high quirk can aggravate my OCD.
How was your day?
Writing example (2-3 paragraphs):
He likes this form.
When he slides his tongue between his teeth, he can feel the heat of it in his skull, skin stretched in fine skeins across it, when he sinks his teeth into the throat of doe or pig or wandering child, he can feel them bubbling up around his jaws crying out in celebration, in finality; It screams Life. It screams, take me far away. It screams, often, in general.
But only for a moment.
His limbs, powerful as they are, move with effortless grace over the boggy ground among the trees, their near submerged roots play home to a mixture of fish and so-many scuttling insect larvae, both of which he has eaten in handfuls when his proclivities bid him do so. Even the carcass in his jaws does little to stay his pace.
There is an art to the change; To and from.
Muscle and bone, sinew and vein twisting from monster to man, clothing is wholly unnecessary in the Louisiana heat, even now he can hear the buzzing of flies drawn in by the hot, humid scent of blood, the scurrying legs across one of his hands as he takes up his kill in long, grasping fingers to haul it up behind him, uncaring of the shallow thumpity-thump as its not yet rigor-touched limbs are drawn up the splintering wooden stairs.
He shoulders the door open before him, yawning with teeth still sharp from an incomplete transformation, he feels little need to play human entirely in the comfort of his own damn home, when he scratches idly at the crook of his own jaw, he leaves sloppy lines of deerās blood. Heāll clean it up later.
For now, heās more concerned with the doe.
Under the blade of a well loved knife her entrails scatter like fleeing birds from her gut, and he curls the ropy lengths about his fingers seeking secrets in the offal, looking for the truth in a kidney and the future in a pancreas. He was not born of Roman rule, but he considers himself a decent Haruspex all the same.
āWell shiiitā
He has a voice like a crowās laugh, mocking, genuine, even more mocking because of its sincerity.
He licks his wrist clean of crimson with a long, dark tongue. āAināt even dressed none for guests.ā itās joking, to himself, to the deer, to whatever powers that be are listening. But he rises from his place all the same, makes his way over to the door and reaches it just as the knock comes. When he tries to meet his guestās eyes, they avert their gaze, and he laughs for their cleverness, watches the blood drain from their face at the gore spilled across his floor, seen in flashing flutters when they dare look past him. He draws their attention back to his sharply featured face with a click of the tongue, with words smooth as honey wine.
āAināt no need to be scared none.ā
He doesnāt consider himself a business owner, his home is a pain to get to, not something that serves a regular customer base. But when some sorry sinner needs to speak to a God other than the one theyāve been abandoned by, when some mother with a sick child needs prayers from a God that doesnāt live in suburban churches, heās been known to open his door, to find deities in organs or some mixed brew of herb and blood; Come unto me children and be saved saved saved.
Like mice unto foxes, however, not everyone leaves. Fewer leave the same as they came in.
These things have prices, after all.
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