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Latula Pyrope
Name: Eren Personal blog: carcinog3neticist
Character you wish to be: Latula Pyrope
Why: Latula's one of the few female characters who I feel like I can get behind in terms of actually playing. While I do love and adore many of them, Latula's got this special charm to me that heavily appeals to me in a lot of ways. I've played her before, and been practicing with her, and in a nice, calm environment where out of character situations are not going on that ultimately make me uncomfortable in the roleplay itself, I have tons of fun playing her, and I don't really feel stunted with her actions, playing her comes naturally to me, which is something I struggle a lot with concerning many, many other characters.
Interpretation of the character: Latula is pretty headstrong, and definitely not afraid to voice her opinions. She's a person who likes to have fun, and does genuinely care about her friends, those she makes, showing a calmer side of herself to those she considers close, She likes having fun, and is generally pretty happy and easygoing. She attempts to give people extra chances to prove themselves to her, which can sometimes lead to awkward situations. Latula also, as the knight of mind in canon, hits me as someone who can very easily see into people and get a hint of their true nature, a gut feeling of sorts. She's not afraid to be honest about what she feels, and won't hesitate to become violent or hostile towards others if she feels like she needs to, with a smile on her face the whole time.
That being said, to some degree, Latula does put up a persona around herself. While she does genuinely enjoy muggle things like skateboarding and video games, she tends to pump up her enthusiasm for them, putting on airs of sorts to prove herself on them, often times attempting to mix them with magic to draw attention and, hopefully, some degree of admiration towards herself. She easily becomes overexcited towards things, and at times it can be grating to deal with, though she attempts to not put up this automatic shield of sorts, as she's aware it's a clear sign that she's got some feelings of inadequacy. Latula feels, at times, as though she needs to be a role model for others, and tries a little too hard in this, rather than just being herself, and chilling out a bit.
Latula also hits me as a person who prefers to do things with her own two hands, she's far more likely to tackle a project without magic than with. And she's not at all hesitant to start throwing fists before pulling out a wand.
House: Gryffindor. Latula's got a pretty headstrong personality, and is very much show offy. I feel like she very much admires bravery and action in terms of personality traits, and her drive for attention would easily land her in the Gryffindor house, due to the common stigma around it that a lot of important, hero type people tend to come from that house.
Sample para in this AU: "Nah little man! You just gotta get chilled out and lax to the max, right? You can't pull any sick movez being stiff like that!" She just laughed, pale blue eyes glittering with amusement behind those red shades of hers as she showed the little first years once more. Sliding up easily onto the skateboard she'd brought with her on campus, carefully demonstrating the balance, before kicking off with one foot, and sliding down the hall, laughing as she did so. Twisting around and skimming the wall a few times, nothing too fancy, before rolling her ass right on back to the kiddies, whom were staring at her as if she'd just summoned a patronus. "Come on! I'll help you get your balance, it just takes some practice. The price of admission? One high five little dude!" And here, a massive grin split across her face, as she raised her hand up, one of the kids jumping forward to return it, only to have their hand rather... enthusiastically... slapped down. The poor kid was probably startled as to why the high five was returned so viciously, but Latula didn't seem to notice in the slightest, just beaming with excitement. "That's what I'm talking about! Sick dude, now come on, one foot at a time!"
Jane Crocker
Name: Serenity (Preferred to be called Sere or firefly)
Blog: themysteriousweenie
Timezone: EST
Estimated Activity: I have school, but other than school times, I'm free. Usually on by 5:20 eastern
Character: Jane Crocker
Why?: Because she's a cute character and is easy to relate to.
Interpretation: We all know Jane is a underrated character, but if you look closely, she's an amazing character who takes time for her friends, even when they didn't for her. She is seen as a prankster who does not follows rules. In namco high, she skips detention, and doesn't listen to her dad when she was grounded. She has a great sense of humour hidden under her polite exterior. She always tries to help her friends at any cost, but lets face it, she has a bad temper. She will blow her top if pushed to far, and although violence would be rare, she will verbally lash out. Jane has a tendency to bottle up her feelings, and burst when pressured.
Jane was always spoiled as a child, given almost whatever she wanted. Sweets, money, toys, pets. Especially sweets, one of her favourite things ever, making her grow up a little.. plump. But all the items her dad got her from working at the Ministry became dull by the time she was at least at he age of nine. Her father never spent any time with her, causing her to be lonely in that big house of hers! Jane is always reading. Her nose is always buried is any book that interests her, but when she's not reading, she's pulling a great prank! Who doesn't love a good laugh? Her quick wits are not just used for school. She always loves to make up wacky schemes and ideas! She even likes to do muggle card tricks and magic, possibly just for the irony of it. She even has an interest in muggle detective stories! Sample Para: Jane Crocker, pureblooded, daughter of a wealthy man, and the girl with amazing grades, was running around wearing a fake moustache. She couldn't help it, it was just so funny! But even her fake hair had a silly enchantment. Whenever she said the word "Stache" It would attach to the nearest face around her! She would laugh and giggle until they got mad. She had left the last person with a moustache, dodging through the crowd. The moment she said the magic word again, it would come back to her. But she decided to leave them frustrated. She dodged through students in the hall, smiling. What did she have next? Potions, she thought, dodging through so she could get down to the dungeon. When she ran down the stairs, holding her bag in one hand and her wand in the other, she nearly tripped down the stairs. She skipped on one foot until she could regain her balance, and sat in her seat. Professor Makara rolled his eyes and went right to talking. Some potion was supposed to be done. Do it carefully or..blah blah, Jane rolled her eyes, and looked around, catching a student getting right to work. She held her wand in her lap and murmured something carefully, and the potion exploded in their face. She put a hand to her face to stop from laughing as his head swelled like a pumpkin. She made it look like she was working while the teacher ran up to him, and looked at him carefully before telling him to go to the nurse. The professor looked around, glaring, before turning back to the board and writing things down. Jane snickered to herself, and went to work. It was fun to be around people.
Mom Lalonde
Name: indu
Personal blog: enderse
Timezone: mountain
Estimated Activity: i'll be on probably a few times a week
Character you wish to be: Mom Lalonde
Why: I've always liked Mom Lalonde, idk i'm pretty good at rping Lalondes in general.
Canon interpretation: Mom Lalonde is the most charismatic lady in the world; she knows how to use what she has to get what she wants. Despite her excessive consumption of alcohol from a young age, she's an incredibly sharp and intellectual woman, always quick to try and solve a problem. She doesn't exhibit this quality of hers easily, in fact quite a bit of the time she acts rather ditzy as a cover. She did quit drinking for a short while, by request of a close friend, but picked it up again in her adulthood for nameless reasons. If she wanted to, she could live off the inheritance that was left to her; the woman was rich. One could tell just by glancing at her massive estate that she owned more money than most people could even imagine. In spite of her incredible wealth, she chose to go to school to receive her doctorate in Nuclear Astrophysics while she raised her daughter. Mom Lalonde obtained Rose at perhaps too young of an age, and as a result she was not the best parent. For one, she was technically an alcoholic. She also treated her daughter as an intellectual equal, playing mind games and puzzles with her from the shadows. Although not particularly affectionate, she did undoubtedly care for Rose, and tried to give her everything that she wanted (albeit passive-aggressively).
AU interpretation: Mom Lalonde was a prodigy: top of her class, beautiful, witty, pure-blood. She was everything every boy wanted, and everything every girl wanted to be. Her future looked bright, each professor made sure to tell her periodically. She was their golden child. Only a few after she graduated from Hogwarts and was looking to become an Auror, she was hit by the obstacle of an unexpected pregnancy. After giving birth to baby Rose, drinking for fun became drinking for need. Studying out of interest became studying out of obligation. The father of her child, unsurprisingly, didn't stick around, and since the taboo of single motherhood was even more prevalent in the Wizarding world than the Muggle world, she had few people to assist her both emotionally and in raising her daughter. Even her parents, who had been little more than indifferent towards her in her childhood years, took care to alienate her after news of her pregnancy reached them. They stopped providing her with any sort of financial help, and so the young mother was forced to work menial jobs to feed her daughter. She later applied as Professor of Astronomy at Hogwarts to provide a safer environment for her daughter, the only thing that mattered in her life anymore. She found, in the process, that she loved teaching, loved seeing her students grow and develop, and she found that she was happier at Hogwarts, too. She worked at the school from then on, starting at the age of 22.
House: N/A, but she was in Ravenclaw.
Sample post: The vague sound of fingernails clicking on wood could be heard by a certain bored-to-death Professor Lalonde. Slightly slumped down in her chair, the woman was driven to blowing a strand of hair out of her face every few seconds as entertainment. Sorting ceremonies were dreadfully uninteresting, in her opinion, and when she wasn't playing footsies with the professor seated beside her she was forced to listen to a million gazillion little squirts get told which stereotype they fit best into. What a way to start the year. She didn't even think she enjoyed her own sorting. It was a good thing she didn't have to handle this sober. "You'll never bore me," she cooed ironically to the goblet that she had charmed to turn her pumpkin juice to red wine. Bringing the glass to her lips, she tried forcing herself to focus on the event in front of her. Gryffindor! Hufflepuff! Ravenclaw! Gryffindor! Hufflepuff! Slytherin! She made a gun with one hand put it definitively to her head before shooting a pointed look towards her closest friend, Bro Strider, and pulling the imaginary trigger. Time passed. Tick, tock, tick tock. Just as the more-than-slightly tipsy professor was beginning to doze off, the last name of the evening was called (Gryffindor!). The Astronomy teacher woke with a start, glancing around the hall while blinking rapidly. Upon realization that the droll event was finally at its end, she stood up and let out a cheer of relief. She was met by the stares of ten other professors, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment as she quickly sat back down.
The doors to Hogwarts are open and its cast a strange group with plenty of shenanigans to be had. Strange happenings are brewing within the walls of Hogwarts, and mysteries are whispered between the ears of students and ghosts alike… Is something going wrong in the infamous school for the first time in nine years?
Real As Shit is a fairly new roleplay group centralized to MSPARP with both mod and player-contributed plots, and just beginning to ease into the best of things — plenty of time to join before things get heated, now that we’re making our comeback from the holidays! We even have a working Quidditch game!
If you’re interested, you can check out our about, rules, and masterlist of characters for an introduction, or join the mods in this chat for some friendly banter and Q&A!
A sample of the characters still open are:
John Egbert
Jade Harley
Jane Crocker
Nepeta Leijon
Damara Megido
and many more!
Any character that exists in Homestuck canon is open, including those not listed on the masterlist, and we are always pretty fast to getting back to applicants.
So click the link and join us for a chat or send in an application whenever you’re ready!
Strider, now in Beta
Name: Domino, Domo, or Dom
Personal blog: gundomtanaka
Character you wish to be: Dave Strider
Why: Let's be real, who DOESN'T want to be DStreezy?
Interpretation of the character: Dave portrays himself as cool and ironic. Rarely does he let his deeper emotions show, even when he’s truly bothered; like seeing his own dead body and joking away how much the scene disturbed him. He hides a lot of hurt behind comedy and irony. Despite this air of confidence, Dave thinks himself just not good enough and not that important overall. This may stem from the fact that he idolizes his brother and tries to mimic his sense of humor and irony. He cast himself in his brother’s shadow but also yearns to carve out his own path. He constantly reminds himself and others that he’s “Not a hero” citing his brother and his best friend as real heroes. However, Dave actually works behind the scenes to make sure things can go as well as they do. He does a lot but doesn’t give himself credit for his important accomplishments. He just sees them as things that needed to be done. This is most likely due to him facing his mortality on numerous occasions and really realizing what a time player means and how just about any iteration of you can be disposable. Dave cites ironic purposes for never removing the glasses that John got him, but he truly cares about his friends despite an air of indifference he puts on towards them so this suggests that the glasses actually hold great sentimental value to him. He likes to bother people and be an ass in general. Constantly he makes fun of his friends and their interests, but not in a malicious way. He likes to joke and tease them. Dave entertains people trying to troll him as well, but you better come correct or he’ll twist things on you and lay you out. Just ask Tavros. It’s rare, but possible to get under his skin and when his façade cracks it cracks hard. Rose and his Bro have demonstrated this by actually flustering him when he makes the attempt to troll or bother them. He can’t stand being made to look bad, or for anyone to insinuate that he is anything other than cool. He loves to show off for people that think he’s cool, i.e Jade and Terezi. He’s a dude that really loves attention, even though he likes to act like he doesn’t. Dave has a multitude of interests including: rapping, making beats, collecting dead things, collecting swords, and amateur photography. He also has an avoidant personality, not particularly liking to face things that bother him and choosing to brush them off instead.
In this AU Dave grew up in a muggle orphanage with his brother Dirk. His brother protected him and cared for him and he really looks up to him and respects him for it. However, there is a definite distance as Dirk never really opened up to him in a meaningful way. Dave suffers from photophobia, meaning that his eyes are very sensitive to light. This is why he constantly wears sunglasses. He uses comedy and humor to hide his insecurities, and whenever he would be teased at the orphanage he’d use sarcasm and wit to confuse, confound, and generally make people uncomfortable so they’d leave him alone. Not having too many friends, he cherishes the few he has. He has a strong sense of what’s right and wrong and will fight for what’s just in the end. He likes rapping, just like his brother but he also takes great interest in magical creatures, charms, and how to defend against dark arts. Just like his canon counterpart, he’s picked up a lot from the family he has and admires, but he wants to make his own way. Dave isn’t really sure how to stand out and on his own. He definitely believes he’ll be in his brothers shadow forever, but he puts on an act that he’s cool with that. Over the years he’ll begin to find himself more and realize that he is his own person and that he’s capable of accomplishing great things if only he’ll let himself. Despite this, he still enjoys attention, and will show off for whoever shows some genuine interest in him or his hobbies.
House: Hufflepuff
Sample para in this AU: Beneath those glasses lived eyes that were darting furiously. Which house would he get? What had his brother said about them in the first place? Gryffindor was the douchey brave kids. Ravenclaw was the douchey smart kids. Slytherin was the douchey ambitious kids. Hufflepuff was where there rest of the douches were funneled. Fuck. Of course. He wasn’t anything special, well not compared to Dirk at least. Dirk was insanely smart, had great ambitions. What did Dave do? Right, he hung around his brother at all times while pretending to not need him and dropping sick rhymes. At least his rhymes were tight. Was there a house for that? No, Dirk would probably be in that house. Okay, he really needed to get on subject. Thinking what was most important to him. Apple juice. Wrong answer fucker mcshitty. Honestly, it’d probably have to be friends. He’d never admit that out loud, of course, but he still had the sneaking suspicion that Yugi Moto was smiling dorkily somewhere.
It was final. He was in Hufflepuff. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but for a tick he was frozen as he stared into a sea of students. Hidden eyes flicked to the Slytherin table. He was kind of glad, relieved even, that he wasn’t there. At least there would be a little bit less direct comparison. The fact still remained, he was in the group that some deemed the leftovers. From what he’d been told there were so many great wizards from the other three, but the Hufflepuffs just kind of faded into obscurity. That was fine though. He knew he wasn’t hot shit, even in spite of how he acted. This is probably where he belongs. Besides, he’d make some choice friends right? That’d be pretty cool, at least he’d have someone other than his bro. He wouldn’t be lonely like the past couple years either. That was already a bit of a win for him. Oh right, he still needed to get up and move. He could make the best of this. Hopping down from the stool he cooly strolls over to the table of badgers. No sweat, no disappointment shown. “Haha yeah. I knew I’d get into the best house this drafty scab of a tombstone had to offer. I mean really, what kind of dorks don’t go to Hufflepuff. This is where the magic’s at. Literally. If it wasn’t for this house, Hogwarts would just be some tourist attraction. No jimmy, stop hiding in the suits of armor, the tour guide will get mad. What? You don’t know what a tour guide is? Dude, how uncultured are you?”
Real As Shit! An MSPARP Potterstuck group
The doors to Hogwarts are open and its cast a strange group with plenty of shenanigans to be had. Strange happenings are brewing within the walls of Hogwarts, and mysteries are whispered between the ears of students and ghosts alike... Is something going wrong in the infamous school for the first time in nine years?
Real As Shit is a fairly new roleplay group centralized to MSPARP with both mod and player-contributed plots, and just beginning to ease into the best of things -- plenty of time to join before things get heated, now that we're making our comeback from the holidays! We even have a working Quidditch game!
If you're interested, you can check out our about, rules, and masterlist of characters for an introduction, or join the mods in a chat for some friendly banter and Q&A!
A sample of the characters still open are:
John Egbert
Jade Harley
Jane Crocker
Nepeta Leijon
Damara Megido
and many more!
Any character that exists in Homestuck canon is open, including those not listed on the masterlist, and we are always pretty fast to getting back to applicants.
So come on in and join us for a chat or send in an application whenever you're ready!
Mituna Captor
Name: Gracie
Personal blog: drippingcolorsproductions
Timezone: EST
Estimated Activity: At least once a day, except for Mondays and Tuesdays, which are limited time if any at all.
Character I wish to be: Mituna Captor
Why: I believe with the assortment of characters that are already evident in this group, Mituna Captor would be best for me to use, and create more relations with other characters. I also wish to rp Mituna more often, as I haven’t been giving this side of my rping enough of a chance to be experimented with as I would like.
Interpretation of the character: My take on canon Mituna is that, despite his clear brain damage, due to his incident, there is still the original pre!accident Mituna underneath. He still is able to think clearly inside of his own head (When calm and collected of course) and often questions a lot of the things he does and says after the fact, which leads to him getting not only frustrated with himself, but with the others around him who just can’t seem to get what he is saying no matter how hard, or loud, he tries to convey it. Somewhere between his brain and mouth, words get jumbled together. His actions are very impulsive as well, do to the fact that concentrating can result in even further self confusion because of his gaps of missing memory, or forceful ignorance of what has happened to him in the past. My plan is to take some of those ideas over into this AU. and I wrote a bio on what my take on his character would be: Mituna Captor WAS an upstanding student (Despite his lazy habits, and heavy procrastination) he always managed to get his work turned in on time, even if it meant staying up two days in a row to finish a midterm that he had been assigned almost a month ago. Multitasking was a talent of his, as well as being a complete asshole with a habit of semi-harmless pranks. It didn’t matter though because he only joked with those that were close with him, and knew how to set limits on how far to take it. However that was a year ago. Now Mituna didn’t know when to shut his foul mouth, couldn’t get anything higher then a C+ if he sold his soul to the devil, and wouldn’t be able to repeat to you a list of five spells if you read it to him just twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t that he was stupid, or stopped caring, or even just a bigger prick then before. Mituna Captor was just, broken. During the beginning of his first year, Mituna Captor was involved in a terrible accident that took place in the Forbidden Forest on school grounds. A place that he should not have even been to begin with. The full story of the incident is hazy and full of holes, primarily because when asked what had happened, Mituna Captor went into a fitful episode, and was unable to even get one coherent detail out of his mouth. The rumors go that he had possibly been with one other person when it took place, but whoever witnessed the event had yet to come forward, many believed it to be out of fear of being punished for being in a prohibited section of the school ground. Mituna could not confirm or deny these suspicions though, due to his scrambled memories and extensive brain damage. Students would theorize the cause of his incident of course. Some said it was a Obliviate (Memory Charm) gone terribly wrong, thus harming its caster. Others believe that Mituna’s hubris lead him to practice advance spells for a second year, and by doing so caused a chain reaction of a combination of charms that lead to his accident. And then there are darker ideas, based on the placement of Mituna’s unfortunate fate, that he was sneaking off to practice Dark Magic in the forbidden forest, such as the unforgivable curses, and was trying to cast curses on fellow students when it all backfired in his face, scrambling his mind. Of course, no one could say for sure besides Mituna. Whose only answer was a mangled explanation of “Saved them.” It would be believed that he, one way or another, protected his friends and possibly several others from a unknown threat. Currently Mituna still attends the school, after taking a year from his studies to recover. While he should be a third year, Mituna Captor is forced to take almost solely second year courses in order to make up for his missed lessons. However even then he struggles to keep up, while become frustrated with himself and teachers at his inability to control basic spells.
House: Hufflepuff
Chumhandle: tarantallianAbomination (The first part is based on the spell Tarantallegra: Makes victim’s legs dance uncontrollably, so the victim cannot control his or her movements )
Sample para:
The halls of the castle he called home during the larger part of the year were vast and many, which on multiple occasions caused Mituna Captor to become horribly lost, wandering around aimlessly until he found some one kind enough to point him in the direction of familiar landmarks such as the great hall, or even his own common room. More often then not it was a prefect or even a professor that showed the confused Captor the way. Each time being told he was lost and far off his mark was just as embarrassing as the last. Today Mituna had attempted to get back from his herbology lesson and relax in the common room before heading to potions class, but was now finding himself wandering outside of the astronomy tower’s base. He had grown adapt to following the second year students wearing his matching house color from class to class in order to keep himself heading the right direction, unfortunately being a third year flocking with a group of underclassmen had its immediate draw backs. Such as whispering rumors to add on top of the ones already tied to his name, and of course a growing need for a large birth around Mituna, given to him by his classmates (And even as far as leading him down the wrong corridor and dashing around the next turn just to escape his creepy stalking). After all, who ever heard of a third year being stuck in second year classes? Several assumed him to be stupid, and sometimes Mituna thought they were correct. But hey it wasn’t his fault he had trouble speaking charms or remembering wrist movements for casting! In fact, it was hard for him to remember anything, let alone convey it in a understandable simple sentence. The whole event as to how Mituna was rendered so…disabled, was even a mystery to him for the most part, as it only came to him in scrambled memories that would create terrible headaches. What was said by the students was that during the beginning of his second year, Mituna had been in a terrible accident that rendered him incapable of continuing the semester, and was missing from school until what would be his third year. Before hand, he had been a capable wizard, with a strong personality and building confidence that had earned him many friends in his first year of learning at the school of witch craft and wizardry. Now he was a word jumbling idiot with a personal space issue and a foul mouth. And he was lost. That jumbled memory of his included setting back his ability to tell one part of the castle from another. “Sonna bitchin little- Fuck winzder, assth caschting, doubleds bearedez gibbler chrunzcher!!” The more upset Mituna became, the less sense he was able to create. Which of course only antagonized him more until he was practically screaming at the top of his lungs to the point of near breathlessness. Such episodes were short lived, as evident as his own defeated slouched posture on one of the stone carved benches under the heavy eves of the castle. Maybe he would just skip classes for the rest of the day and wait here until he was collected by the prefects again.
Redglare
Name: Hime
Personal blog: herhighestlegislacerator
Timezone: Central
Estimated activity: Normally mornings into early evening. I work an overnight shift and therefore have to sleep at some point during the day, but I always make time for roleplays and am generally on every day!
Character you wish to be: Redglare
Why: The Pyropes are some of my favorites, and Redglare is a character I have always wanted to see fleshed out more. I have so many headcanons for her, both in canon and in an AU setting like this, and as a child I wanted to become a prosecuting attorney when I grew up and have a pretty wide knowledge of law, which I love combining with what we know of Alternian culture. I can go on about this stuff for ever. When I first got into Homestuck, the Pyropes were the characters I fell in love with first: Terezi was a character I identified with greatly, and continue to identify with as she goes through developments in the comic. Redglare, however, is something like..the end result for me. I can picture all of her flaws as well as her assets and I feel she had a lot more to her than what we know (of course she did!). In fact, I find the little details we do know only make her that much more interesting to flesh out in headcanons and in AUs.
Interpretation of the character: — Canon: Canonly, we know that Redglare showed vast potential as a Legislacerator but never ascended among the rank of Neophyte, most likely because of her young age. She was enthusiastic and, I believe, something of a volatile wild card, if her time spent working for the Grand Highblood is any sort of clue. I view her personality to be somewhat similar to Terezi, only more mature: she still carries the same impish and mischievous humor, and at points she can still come across as unpredictable, chaotic. But when it comes to her job, she is confident to a fault. She feels untouchable, a major downfall, and takes her work very seriously if not with an undertone of mockery and playfulness, if only because that is what is required of her. I have always viewed Alternian court to hold something of a theatric appeal in order to appease His Grand Tyranny: Redglare would be no exception to this. Trials must be both concise and yet entertaining, or the legislacerator runs the risk of death as well. Therefore, to excel in this field, you need to be cunning, confident, resourceful, intelligent, entertaining, and witty, all things that Redglare pulls off marvelously.
I believe her loyalty to the Signless stems for a belief in equality. She felt one of the only places where the Hemospectrum lost some weight was in the court room, in front of the noose. Yet she also had close bonds with the Grand Highblood, if his use of her despite her Neophyte status and his own instabilities are of any clues here. Her off the wall, sometimes dry and occasionally borderline mocking humor kept him amused with her, which lead to her longevity in his presence instead of becoming another blood splatter on his walls. Redglare was one of the few trolls who could get away with teasing him, sometimes making remarks that would get others culled on the spot but from her lips left him laughing. She had a variety of affectionate nicknames for him that varied daily: “My Most Mirthful”, “My Highest and Most Grandest”, etc, etc.
Unfortunately, Redglare let confidence and her position as GHB’s wildcard go to her head and severely underestimated Mindfang. She had thought there was no chance of her death, and she was very, very wrong. In the end, she was her own undoing, but she was prideful until the very end and did not utter a word of plea as her own noose wrapped her neck.
— AU: Redglare is a younger professor, in her late twenties. She’s fresh out of school, and she’s not exactly 100% pleased to be teaching Transfiguration. In fact, her ultimate goal was to either work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, or start a course at Hogwarts called Magical Law, but so far she’s not had much luck in the latter. Still, she is quite adapt at transfiguration, even showing a knack for it in her own schooling days. As a professor, she is fairly well liked, if not considered a little off the wall and strange by some of the students. Her teaching methods can be unorthodox, she has a fondness of giving students extra credit for creativity vs. practicality, and it’s not exactly uncommon for a lecture to get derailed into something about law. Some students have made a habit of asking about certain illegal or controversial transfiguration studies, knowing full well that it’s the quickest way to get her off on a lengthy tangent and end up with no homework.
Despite this, she generally tends to get along well with her students and with (most) of her coworkers, save the exception here and there. She is commonly seen with a muggle drink called Faygo sitting on her desk, and no amount of teasing is met with anything other than a large and slightly creepy grin.
As a side note, of course, one of her strange peculiarities is her fondness of dragons. Her classroom is covered in posters of them, and she is always pestering Hagrid as to whether or not he’s got any news on recent ones in the area. During her summers it’s said she travels to Romania and other nearby countries and works with the creatures, trying to curve the fear of them and bring further understanding to the wizarding world as a dragonologist, or more commonly, a Dragon Keeper. There is a picture in her classroom of her standing near a pure white Antipodean Opaleye with glistening red eyes, who she will tell anyone who asks is named Pyralspite, and is perhaps the most gentle and beautiful dragon to those who are kind to her. Redglare met Pyralspite on her very first excavation as a dragon keeper, and goes to see her each summer and sometimes over winter break as well. The moving image shows Pyralspite lazily blinking and nosing at a grinning Redglare, who is fondly stroking the top of her head. On very, very rare occasions, Redglare is called away from Hogwarts to deal with unruly or dangerous dragons.
During the days of her youth, Redglare was a member of the Ravenclaw house, placed there after several minutes under the sorting hat. She was a bright eyed, eager young woman with a love of knowledge and a hatred for things like divinity and the occult: she believes most in things that can be backed by evidence and hard facts. She befriended Hagrid in these years first, and spent much of her time with him, handling a variety of different magical creatures. They bonded over a shared love of Dragons and he taught her many of the things that would eventually lead her passion into becoming a part time Dragon Keeper.
Despite her studious nature and her friendship with Hagrid, Redglare was fairly well liked by the other students, though some could not stand her know it all nature. She scored top marks in many of her course, aced her OWLs, and was house Prefect. It was often joked that she should have been sorted into Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw, since her drive to improve herself and her ambition ran hand in hand with their own. She had quite a few friends in the Slytherin house, but perhaps it was her studious nature and her belief in equality that kept her from sporting the green and silver. She was then and is still known to believe that ‘pure blood status’ is a load of stupidity and that any good witch or wizard needs only determination and desire to prove themselves to become a great witch or wizard.
Redglare’s wand is 7 inches, straight with an ornately carved handle, made of cedar wood with a dragon heartstring core.
House: Ravenclaw
Chumhandle: consecratedFrolic
Sample para in this AU: “That’s it, yes. Just flick and…!” The class had been droning on for some time now. A day in Professor Redglare’s class is one of two things: extremely entertaining, or extremely straight to business. It all depends on what mood you catch the dark haired woman in, but today was definitely leaning toward the latter. Wand in hand, she surveyed the room, walking between desks and peering over her glasses at the accomplishments of her students. Things seemed to be going well, and they should be: it was getting close to finals, and every single mind in this room was somewhere between getting through the last exams and summer vacation. Her mind, really, was no different: she was counting down the days until she’d make her way back to see Pyralspite and spend the summer tending dragons at one of the various reserves dotting Europe. Of course, as close as finals were, some students were obviously worn down and working was the furthest thing from their minds. A boy in the back, put off by his failed attempts to turn a feather into a sock (really, where did she come up with these things?) placed his wand down and finally raised his hand. “Yes, Strider?” “Professor, what would happen if you tried to transfigure something into a large amount of money?” A few people exchanged looks. One or two coughed into their hands to hide their snickering. Everyone knew the answer to this. They also knew why such a thing was being asked. “An excellent question,” but if Professor Redglare knew this was just a ploy to get out of work, she didn’t comment on it, but there might have been a peculiar, knowing glint in her eyes. “It is entirely and unwaveringly illegal to create any sort of currency with the use of transfiguration or other magical means beyond those sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic. While..” Half the class settled back, ready to pass notes via their Pesterchum notebooks and skip out of here without a drop of extra work.
Kanaya Maryam
Name: Pierce
Personal blog: The Knight of Dooom
Timezone: CST (Kansas, US)
Estimated activity: Evenings, probably a few times a week.
Character you wish to be: Kanaya Maryam
Why: Honestly, I haven’t played Kanaya as much as I’ve played other characters, but when I play her, it feels natural and very smooth. I don’t feel like I have to force the feelings or her actions, but I also want to get to know her better and find out where we could go as a player-character pairing.
Interpretation of the character:
--> Canon: I know this is kind of stereotyping all of the Maryams, but I do see her being rather matronly, and the whole being “the vvillage twwo wwheel devvice wwhen it comes to auspisticing” kind of points toward a need to control others in a rather motherly way. And I do mean control. She cares deeply for her friends, but she has a need to make sure EVERYTHING is right, hence why she is referred to multiple times as a “meddler.” She gets shit done for the good of all, even if it means getting her hands dirty, because she is a take-charge kind of girl.
--> AU: Kanaya Maryam was born on September 6th, 2002, and, because Hogwarts sends their letters to students just before their 11th birthday, was able to study up on her spells and potions a whole year before her first year actually started (like a certain frizzy-haired girl..). This advantage, combined with the fact that she turned 12 not too far into the school year, makes her act rather mature among the rest of the eleven-year-old first-years. She is quiet when surrounded by people she doesn’t know, but will stick herself into a conversation if she hears something interesting being discussed, such as wandwork, others having problems with the schoolwork, or fashion. If she witnesses a fight or hears rumors of one, she will find it and she will attempt to end it, with force if need be. She has been injured more than once doing this, but it doesn’t really faze her, and she is slowly building up a reputation as a hub for reconciliation and—this part displeases her—gossip. Happily, she is also being sought out as a tutor for the younger first-years, something which she takes very seriously, and she doesn’t give up on a pupil until they understand whatever it is they’re stuck on. Despite this, she still hasn’t made any real friends. She is extremely light-skinned, almost translucent, with black tresses that tumble around her round face, and taller than a surprising number of her peers, even accounting for age. Her parents are proper Britons, and proper magical folk, at that. Or, at least her mother is; her father died not long before Kanaya’s fifth birthday. She gets along splendidly with her mother, who she absolutely adores. (She isn’t a pure-blood by any means, though, and thinks very little of the pure-blood rhetoric).
House: Ravenclaw. At first I considered Hufflepuff (loyalty and hard work), and even Gryffindor (bravery and a certain amount of recklessness), but Kanaya’s meddling, curiosity, and drive to learn more definitely puts in her Ravenclaw. Besides, blue goes better with her complexion. ;)
Chumhandle: gallowedArmistice (I know that seems kind of weird, but I wanted to take a good “g” word to replace the “grim,” to indicate she might take things to dark places if she needs to. It also references Kanaya’s role in justice in the comic).
Sample para in this AU: She was slipping her hands over the spines of books, mouthing the words ‘Jinxes for the Jinxed,’ her lips forming with the words with delicacy. Really, if anyone had been paying attention to her, they would have been mesmerized by them—by their movements, and the jade-green lipstick she wore. She was only twelve, but she loved makeup and she was a witch for crying out loud, why couldn’t she do what she wanted?
Kanaya was still searching for her book, which she needed to study up on to help when others got jinxed—which was a terribly often occurrence in this school, she found—when she heard, “—can’t do a thing, can I? It’s useless, I give it up—”
There was a clatter and a smack that she recognized as a book being closed with force.
“This sucks,” another voice wearily agreed. “We’re never going to be great at this ‘witchcraft and wizardry’ stuff. Might as well pack up our books and take the train back home.”
Ah. Muggle-borns.
She peered around the corner of the shelf and found three first-year Gryffindors, judging by their faces and scarlet-and-gold accessories, grouped around a study table and each seated in various postures of defeat. A wand was lying in the middle of the table, probably discarded in frustration by the boy who had his head on the desk; the other two students were slumped in their seats, both girls, each with a wand held limply in their hands. A few books were scattered around the edges of the table, all of them copies of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk.
“Excuse me—” Three pairs of heads looked up at her, frowning. “—but you seem to be having problems with a spell? Which one is it?”
“All of them,” the boy who’d had his head on the desk immediately said. His mousy brown hair was ruffled and he looked kind of crazy, to be honest. “We can’t seem to get any to work, and we tried! We tried really hard!” He set his head back down on the desk. He was obviously upset about the whole thing.
“Are you a second-year? Can you help us?” asked the girl farthest from Kanaya. The girl across from her, twisted in her seat to look at Kanaya, nodded emphatically.
“Ah, no, I’m not a second-year, but I can help you.” She took a seat across from the boy and catty to both girls, setting her bag carefully on the floor, propped up by the table leg. “Now, what spell was it that you were trying just now?”
“The.. the Softening Charm. We just can’t seem to get it to work! The book becomes a little softer but not as spongy as it’s supposed to be.” The same girl that asked her if she was a second-year pushed one of the books to Kanaya. “It says to do an ‘s’ motion, and we do, but it’s not working.”
Kanaya took a second to skim the passage on Softening Charms, despite knowing it pretty well, then looked up at the three (well, the two. The boy still had his head on the desk). “Okay, get your wands and hold them up.”
The girls readily complied, and the boy was able to drag his head up and grab his wand and follow suit pretty quickly. The good thing about Gryffindors, Kanaya thought to herself as she got out her own wand, is that they really don’t like backing down from a challenge, even after claiming to give up.
“Now, watch my wand tip. You do want an ‘s’ motion, but it needs to be sharply curved—too soft and it doesn’t have much of an effect, too sharp and it won’t work at all.”
The three students in front of her just kind of looked at each other before looking back at Kanaya. Well, they’d either get it or they wouldn’t.
“Spongify.” Kanaya moved her want to the left, down a bit, then to the right, past her initial starting point, then down and cut it off. The book in front of her seemed to ruffle a bit, and she touched it. “Soft as a newborn’s bottom,” she declared.
The Gryffindors gave her a weird look in unison. She smiled a little nervously—what? What did she say?—and did the same wand movement but commanded, “Harto,” and the book returned to normal. She slid it to the girl on her left.
“Spongify.” The boy and the girl on her right each tried the spell themselves, each actually managed to get their books to feel fairly soft. The girl on Kanaya’s left was able to successfully make the book sponge-like. They looked at her excitedly.
“Just keep practicing, and you’ll get the hang of it.” She smiled at three, genuinely glad for them.
“Can you help us with more? Please?” pleaded the boy, clasping his hands in front of them and pulling his lip down to pout. The girls copied him. Wow, Gryffindors were theatrical.
Kanaya laughed. “Sure. What spell should we do next?”
Jinxes for the Jinxed was left forgotten for the afternoon as Kanaya and her three wards practiced their charms.
Rufioh Nitram
Name: Ren Personal blog: inkwelldried Timezone: cst / -6 gmt Estimated activity: I don't do much, so 'a bunch of the time', probably. Character you wish to be: Rufioh Nitram Why: I play a handful of characters, and of the ones currently free, Rufioh's the one I have the most fun with and have the best handle on, I think. He's different than most of the characters I usually play by kind of a bunch, and I like that about him. Interpretation of the character: Though people seem to think highly of him, Rufioh Nitram is not nearly as good a person as others make out with him to be, and he knows it perfectly well. He's selfish, insensitive, and can be really rude, in a subtle and unintentional way. He's also kind of a huge coward, when it comes to interpersonal relationships and that sort of thing. He loves his friends, and will do almost anything to keep the feelings of his friends and everyone else around him from getting hurt, even though he isn't the most empathetic, but that's more of a flaw than it is not. He avoids all kinds of conflict to the very best of his ability, even if it means bad things happen to him, as we can see in canon whenever he talks to or about Horuss.
All that coupled with his near inability to hold a grudge against others and general passivity in interpersonal interactions make for a guy with quite a few problems to work through. He's more than all that, though. Though he'd definitely run away rather than fight any kind of fight, he likes to talk big! He tries to pump himself up for things and encourage himself by faking the bravery he wishes he had. Look up bravado in the dictionary, and you will find a picture of Rufioh Nitram. He makes himself look bold, and talks loudly, and always smiles, if he can help it. Laughter comes easily to him.
I imagine that growing up in the wizarding world, and without wings would have given him more confidence than he had in canon (and he definitely had self esteem problems, though they aren't quite the same ones Tavros deals with). I also figure he would have a very big, very natural talent for flying. Getting and keeping a spot on his House's quidditch team would have been a breeze for him. Haha, breeze.
In this universe, I can't imagine that he'd want to live the kind of life his father led (one full of peril and excitement and danger), but he lets people think what they will about him. It's probably because House: Hufflepuff is not the house for him. Hufflepuff is a house for hard workers, who are kind and true and loyal, and Rufioh is none of these things. Sure, he loves his friends and all, but like... 'Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders'? Rufioh couldn't even find himself until he ran away (got 'lost') and even then, any perceptions he gained about himself were strictly in the context of the ways other people saw him. He's still a lost boy. Also, loyalty is not at all his strong suit. Hufflepuff just doesn't ring true to him, for me. It's funny, though, because even as someone who plays him, I had kind of a hard time pinning him down myself!
I know he definitely doesn't belong in Ravenclaw, so that's out, and it leaves us with either Slytherin or Gryffindor. I took the Pottermore sorting test for him, and it placed him in Slytherin, actually... (it was almost 50/50 between the two houses!) As interesting as that is, however, I don't think 11 year old Rufioh would have settled for being placed in Slytherin at all. He would have thought that Gryffindor was a much better choice for him, and that it might help inspire him to be more brave and bold, the way he tried to get everyone else to see him! His desire would have made the difference and landed him there ultimately, I believe. So. Gryffindor. Chumhandle: audaciousTrajectory Sample para in this AU: While Transfiguration was by no means a strong suit of his, Rufioh had known some variation of this spell for as long as he could remember. He'd used it so often that it was practically second nature, so by the time he learned the words 'crinus muto' they were hardly important. Sure, he could turn the rest of his hair red with the words too, if he wanted, but he didn't. He was content with the bright color that worked itself in stripes over the three longest patches of his almost-sort-of mohawked hair. He studied himself in the mirror. Could you call this a tri-hawk? Haha... yeah, you totally could.
He didn't even have to use his wand to get it done, either. Running his fingers through his hair to fluff it up did the trick, and it only ever faded when his mood was particularly low, or he got really stressed out. Maybe he should think of getting a job doing this for other people when he grew up? That would be a nice, simple kind of job... If it wasn't a thing everyone could probably do on their own, already. Whatever.
Now wasn't the time for him to fret about the future! Now was the time to go learn some stuff, time to hang out with friends, and greet a new day full of experiences to have and memories to be made! He could leave worrying about his future for... never, maybe. Growing up sounded like a dumb idea, anyway. Yeah, never sounded good.
Kasvik (Signless) Vantas
Name: ZeeZee
Personal blog: insaneLiterations
Character blog: assayedsupposition
Timezone: EST
Estimated activity: Once a day, minimum, unless otherwise stated.
Character you wish to be: The Signless/Sufferer
Why: I've always enjoyed Signless, due in part to the many different potential aspects for his character. As with most of the ancestors, there are various personalities and mannerisms that can be interpreted and manifested, based on what has been given to us in canon. The smallest of hints, can open the door for the most interesting of ideas. As such, the Signless has always been one of my favorites, due to not only his bold (in my opinion) nature, and sacrificial end in the original story. I'm a sucker for characters that stand up for their beliefs, and want to empower others to do the same. For the bettering of the world of course.
Interpretation of the character: In canon, my interpretation follows what is known, with a few additions to fill in the gaps. Though it is said that his visions of his Beforus existence helped lead him to eventually speak of equality and peace, I believe being raised by the Dolorosa, played a major part in his eventual inspiration to rise up and be heard. Above many things, I see Signless as a character of understanding, and as such, I do not think it would have taken him long to realize how fortunate he was, and how unfortunate others were, even though they had 'ideal' beginnings. I think he would have begun to venture out and speak to trolls he saw suffering. Not always at the approval of Dolorosa to be sure.
It wouldn't be until shortly after his pupation (puberty), that I believe his desires would manifest into an idea. An idea to put the visions he's seen, and the acceptance and love he's felt, into something as seemingly simple as words and action. Due to that sort of beginning, I believe the Signless was a troll of determination. To face such a tedious task, potentially being told that such a thing would be in vain or impossible over and over again, and to keep pushing forward despite the challenges, takes a powerful will that would not view failure as an option. It may have crossed his mind, may have caused him to doubt on more than one occasion, but in the end he continued on. That stubborn will and passion, would have often overwhelmed or annoyed others, but his obvious care for their futures and undeterred nature, is what I believe, began to draw followers to him.
To summarize, leading up to his execution, I believe Signless was passionate, caring, determined, and unmovable in his beliefs. He had faith in trolls, and could see the potential in all of them. It hurt him to see any suffer, no matter their blood hue, and I believe he would have stepped forward to defend them, even at risk to his own life. On the downside, he was stubborn, and oftentimes reckless in his defense of others, and need to spread his teachings. Which ultimately led to his capture, torture, and death.
His last sermon, the Vast Expletive, I believe, was the result of that stubborn faith, being so violently torn away. Beyond the pain of flesh, his heart was torn asunder to see the trolls he worked so hard to save, being recaptured and killed if they did not return to their old ways. Some, being slaughtered still if they did. That pain, and loss, quickly manifested into an untold rage, something that had laid buried in him since his youth. Anger and hate poured from his lips freely on that culling forth, and though it was directed at those around him in part, it was mostly directed upon himself. For foolishly believing his visions could have been anymore but dreams, for believing that these trolls around him could change and be at peace... and for still caring for them, despite it all.
In this verse, I see Signless (Kasvik Vantas), as being raised by muggle parents in a humble home, with few conflicts and close friends. He wasn't a particularly unusual child, and though at times strange things would happen around him, they weren't so overly odd as to cause notice. As a child, he displayed unusual patience and determination for one so young. Odd things would unnerve or concern him, and he possessed a heart for those around him. More than once, he came from school with bruises for trying to defend one of the other kids, or saying something another child didn't agree with. When puberty began to draw near he began to see odd things in the world around him. Things that no sane human would even think to acknowledge, let alone believe. They unnerved him, even frightened him at first, but he took to them quickly. Besides, what he saw didn't really feel unnatural to him. That is, until something happened whichcaused his parents concern. That occurence however, was short lived and somewhat explained, by a letter they received only days later. A letter of acceptance, into Hogwarts.
To avoid this growing too great in length, teenage-adult Kasvik, is much like my interpretation of Signless in canon. Throughout his years in hogwarts, he was a strong-willed youth, and rarely backed down if someone questioned or challenged his beliefs. He was defensive of those around him, and would often stay up late to help another student study, or practice. He didn't let the fact he was a 'mudblood' deter him, excelling in both his studies, and magic. That drive, care, and determination followed him into adult hood. He cares for both the students and other professors, and while he isn't as reckless as he was during his teenage years, he will occasional take a proverbial bullet, for those around him.
House: Gryffindor - Kasvik, I believe, displays primarily Gryffindor traits. Being of a determined mind set with ideas of justice and equality, while possessing the courage to stand up for them even at the risk of sacrificing himself. Hufflepuff is in close competition, speaking of his heart and compassion, the desire for fairness and a patience to utilize it. However, becuase his nature often leads him to be daring and at times reckless in his beliefs, I think he would be led to the house of the lion.
Chumhandle: assayedSupposition
Sample para in this AU:
It felt as though, this is how it had always been. Though Kasvik knew it wasn't so, could quite clearly remember a time when his usual 'normal day' consisted of a race to the park, and then back home before dark. Days when men delivered the mail instead of owls, and when one wanted to travel between buildings, they walked or took vehicles, not floo powder... and yet, despite growing up in a home where magic and mythical beasts were nothing but tall tale and young wishes, looking back, it seemed as though he always knew that a special sort of letter would arrive at his door. Though he would scarcely admit such a thing out loud, even to him, that sounded a bit far fetched. Smiling to himself, Kasvik rose, and stepped from behind his desk. The robe about his shoulders followed suit, billowing somewhat in the wake of his steps, as he rose his hands up to give a single clap before his students as the last youth, floated their finished exam onto his desk.
"Well done everyone, it's encouraging to see that certain charms put into place to encourage... unbiased answers, remained inactive during the full course of this exam," normally, he did not bother with casting them to be honest. Divination was not usually a subject that always required precise answers. The art of utilizing one's Inner Eye itself, was often incredibly cryptic, with the things seen being open to interpretation and debate. Until something in regards to them, came true or occurred of course.
"That is all for today. Tomorrow we begin with the variations of divining with flame. Please, don't forget to fire proof your wardrobe, texts, and hair," he quirked an eyebrow here with the accompanying smile. Someone would forget, they always did. "That is, unless you wish to look like a burn victim until we can get you to the hospital wing," It was a partial tease, and it seemed most of the students took it as such. Though it had happened before, "Dismissed."
He watched them as they rose to leave, breaking his observance only to run back a few dark strands of the wandering thick curls he had long since been subjected to. Amber tinted eyes ensuring nothing was left behind or forgotten, while quietly deducing if any quick glances from one student to another contained anything that would evolve into potential conflict during the descent from his class. All the while, a polite, companionable smile, rested on his expression, and farewell nods were gladly given. Until the last student left.
Only then, did a light frown touch him, stance taking on something a bit more tense, more troubled. In a few of his students shadows, he could have swore he saw something. Though if it was premonition or simply the cast of light, it was difficult to say, and voicing it could lead to another howler from an unappreciative parent. Kasvik sighed, arms crossing and gaze slipping closed for a moment, until a knock at his door drew his attention into focus. The concern fade into a warm smile, stashing away his concerns for later, as he faced the timid eyes peering into his class.
"No need to be shy, come on in, and tell me what I can do for you."
Grand Highblood
Name: Pierce
Personal blog: TheKnightofDooom
Character blog: tincturedchromatic
Timezone: CST (Kansas, US)
Estimated activity: Evenings, probably a few times a week.
Character you wish to be: Grand Highblood (Zampara Makara)
Why: Because the GHB has always been a character of interest to me. I enjoy playing him and I have a feeling having him be a teacher over students he can boss around is going to be great.
Interpretation of the character: ---Canon: GHB is violent and unpredictable. One moment he could be quietly considering a vote to move the trials back a week, the next the walls could be painted in the rainbow of bloods he had been consulting. Mostly, if something displeases GHB, he will rid himself of it, usually in a spectacularly gory way. This is not to say he is a dumb brute; no, GHB is perhaps one of the most cunning ancestors. You do not get to be the Subjugglator of all Subjugglators and the sole land-ruler of land-trolls by being stupid. He absolutely lives by the muses of comedy and tragedy.
--AU: Zampara Makara left Turkey probably five years before his brother absconded the place with his nephews; Turkey wasn't absolutely awful but Zampara knew there was no way he could climb higher there. He found himself at Hogwarts, drawn by its stories and legends, and became the Potions master. Potions were of particular interest to him--it was more precise, more exact, and it took a lot of work to create one simple thing that probably could have been done with a flick of a wand. Wands were useful, and Zampara was loathe to discard anything useful, but there was something about potions that mesmerized him. The colors, the ingredients, the absolutely fantastic uses that could sometimes do what wands never could--he loved all of it. And he loved ruling over others. So a teacher he became. Eventually he worked his way to Head of Slytherin House, where he sits, comfortable in the knowledge that he presides over an entire House as well as whatever student--no matter the House--that goes through his classes. Zampara is ever grinning. He lives by dark comedy and takes his philosophies to heart, and can seem dismissive of otherwise very serious events.. unless they affect him personally. He can go from amiable to villainous in nanoseconds and will make unimportant decisions on the fly with barely a thought, only his whim guiding him. Heavier matters he takes days to ponder, as he views his life--and by extension, all others that come into it--as a giant web, and he was careful to take pains not to disturb it without need.
He views Gamzee and Kurloz as his possessions and, while he will allow them the illusion of freedom, and, indeed, give most of it to them, he will occasionally discipline them or pull strings as needed. Chumhandle: tincturedChromatic Sample para in this AU:
He leaned in close over the young student's shoulder. Too close. He could hear him hesitating to breathe. He wanted to grin, but this was far too serious for levity. Someone just fucked up.
"Did I say to add a pound of lovage?" he said, in a low voice that was no higher than a murmur, and yet he knew every student in the classroom had heard him.
"I--I--I--"
The student, one Roy Albridge, could barely speak. He was looking straight ahead, not meeting the sideways gaze of his professor. That would not do.
"Look at me and tell me yes or no."
The student, all too unwillingly, shifted ever so slightly on his stool to meet the older man's gaze. He was obviously terrified.
Good. He needed to be.
"No, P-p-professor Makara."
"Okay, good," and now Zampara was smiling, "because that would have meant I failed as a Potions master and I assure you, Albridge, that I am no failed Potions master." He paused for a second.
"So WHY IN THE NAME OF MELPOMENE DID YOU ADD A POUND OF LOVAGE." The previously dead-silent room now rang with the echoes of his voice. It was not a question. He was no longer smiling. "I may not be a failed Potions master, but you are certainly a failed Potions student." His voice was now down to its more dangerous quietness. "If you had added the rose oil at that moment the concoction would have given off fumes that, if inhaled, would have inflamed your brain to a degree that your dura mater would have literally melted." He turned his back on the cowering student.
"You've failed. Clean out your cauldron, pack up your supplies, and leave." Zampara didn't bother to mention that the student could get back into his good graces with gifts or services. If the student was smart--and he obviously wasn't, on top of being a Hufflepuff--he would think of that himself.
Equius Zahhak
Name: Sophia Nerodia
Personal blog: lenomestsophia
Timezone: Central
Estimated activity: hella.
Character you wish to be: Equius Zahhak, noble aristocrat and equine fancier.
Why: This dude was probably one of the first characters I ever connected with. He was also the first character I really got into rollplayin as in my life. To be honest every Void character touches my heart, its their lostness, their emptiness, their ultimate hopelessness that gets me. That they are defined by truly Nothing, yet can live such concrete, self-challenging lives. Yes they can be forgotten, they are meant to be, but do they forget?
Interpretation of the character: Canon Equius is rather complicated. You could read him and initially be disgusted and put off. Why all these beastial phallaces? Why the unpalatable obsessions with STRENGTH, subjugation, and caste system? Even his attitude is less than approachable, there is a lack of gaiety and an abundance of sternness. However, he is not some random nonsense character, in spite of Hussie's original intent. You see, he is very deliberate, he sensed the nothingness within him, and did not cede to it, neigh, he realized he was nothing and began deciding exactly what he wanted to be. Unlike Horuss, he did not try to fill his void, he tried to actualize himself, or raise himself out of it. From there on, there is conflict between natural tendencies and ideals. Whether its falling in love with a lowblood or the bow, he struggles (with the hemospectrum and his own body, respectively). For the ideals he has chosen are that of the aristocracy, he will be reserved, he will be noble, whether he likes it or not. In this rp I hope to retain that attitude of a boy striving to be so much more than a boy. He will continue to retain the faulty value system of blood purity and racism (though he will not be wicked to those he perceives as beneath him, as canon Equius is not), and he will very likely continue to live willing away it's flaws (finding mudb100ds to be charming or something). He is raised believing might is right in all situations (mostly due to financial and social privilege), and so comes to value strength itself as a virtue. Thus, he endeavors to be as strong as possible, both on the physical front and the magical. I would like him to have been raised in a 100% wizard household, with very absent parents. He was practically raised by his butler, but he doesn't bemoan the fact too much. House (if default, no explanation needed; if otherwise, please explain): While he is very intelligent, I must disagree with placing him in Ravenclaw, as he does not judge by the brain, but by the actions, and by the blood. I would put him into Slytherin, on account of his values and methods. Cunning, resourceful, ambitious... These traits remind me of the conversation between Equius and Vriska, apparently cunning manipulation to your own ends is a blueblood trait. In this rp, I would set his ambitions at self-cultivation, attempting to raise the honor of his house (and it's elitism), and attempting to fit perfectly into the hierarchies he perceives. Chumhandle: crioulosTentacle Sample para in this AU: Equius makes his way down to his first Care of Magical Creatures class, somehow managing to keep from sprinting. As he follows his fellow first years his mind fills with fanciful creatures, almost all steedkind, wondering what kind of creatures he will be introduced to in the coming months. What kind today? He's a ball of excitement, but you could not tell were you to walk beside him. On the surface he seems distracted and aloof, though a bit more intense than usual. He has to be, to keep himself collected, as he should be, naturally. As they approach, he spies the teacher, standing incredibly large, a respectable silhouette. The is holding a large covered cage. They gather around him in a semicircle as he greets them and introduces himself. His words are lost on Equius, as he tries to guess what is in the cage. He held it so easily, it must be light, or perhaps he is underestimating this giant's strength? Eventually he need not wonder, as the man finishes his speech and reveals them. Pygmy puffs. Equius deflates, greatly disappointed. Hagrid explains handling, but he seems to gloss over it, before beckoning the children to pair up and begin their first lesson.
Feferi Peixes
Name: Liv
Personal blog: baggyvowels
Timezone: GMT
Estimated activity: A couple of days a week, probably. GMT evenings, occasional afternoons, weekends.
Character you wish to be: Feferi Peixes.
Why: Considering Feferi has been my primary RP character for the better part of what must be a year now, I like to think I've got a fairly good handle on her personality. I also believe it's really important that people play up the traits that are disregarded with her far too often: her contradictory sense of entitlement, her recklessness, her hopeless idealism, and above all, her fire. I've also toyed around with Potterstuck universes while playing as her before, so I'm not wanting for headcanons in the slightest. Above all, she's a character that's very important to me, and I'd like to see to it that she's presented in a way that's about as complex as the fandom never really allows her to be.
Interpretation of the character: In canon, I feel one of the things that most often goes unnoticed about Feferi is that she is, in a very large way, a productive of her upbringing as opposed to a figure of morality considered upright by human standards. For a long time, she, alongside Eridan, shouldered the burden of massacring lusii for the sake of keeping the world as they knew it safe. For this reason, I've always believed her perpetual cheer, would-be innocence and goodwill has been a conscious effort for the majority of the time.
She's listened to the whispers of her lusus, who, despite being a prophet of doom and borderline living weapon, she loved. The macabre does not shake her; rather, she seems to draw a playful kind of strength from a sense of inevitability. An obvious believer in fate, she exudes an “everything will be just fine in the end” attitude, despite arguably not always believing it.
Feferi is also a carer through and through, as first evidenced by her rescuing of sea-critters in need of her own special brand of culling – it has always been my personal theory that she began rescuing them in some misguided effort to “make up” from the lives of the lusii she routinely saw about taking. Despite her flippancy towards committing these acts for the greater good, however, she is idealistic (often to the point of being unrealistic) and doesn't wish to be like her ancestor. Despite this, she doubtlessly has a healthy amount of respect for her, as well as all the fear that's to be expected. Above all, she acknowledges that, should her lusus' prophecies not come true by some bizarre twist of fate, she will have to do battle with the Condesce for the throne or perish. As such, despite being optimistic to the last, she realises that the likelihood of her victory is unlikely – yet this STILL does not dissuade her from having a whole host of vaulting ambitions and plans to implement them.
The Feferi of this universe won't come as all too much of a surprise; overly-excitable from the very beginning, she's That Kid who manages to send herself careening into the depths of the lake during the crossing before Sorting. Well, there is always one, right? It is, of course, pretty common for the giant squid to help the flailing munchkin in question out – and yet from the moment a tentacle set Feferi back into that boat, it was the beginning of an enthusiasm – read: obsession – with the mysterious waters of that lake. Any other child would have been traumatised. Feferi was enchanted. On a routine basis over the years, she proceeds to sneak out at night in order to swim in its waters. Sure, Grindylows have almost killed her more times than she's prepared to acknowledge and the merfolk are sick of the sight of her, but you can't fault her on the impressively young at which she mastered a bubble-head charm. The squid, harmless thing that it is, is a “good friend” of hers, as she puts it. Often, she'll bring food along on her travels to toss to it. These ventures of hers have had several effects on her down through the years – namely, a fearlessness that only ever grows. She's been caught in the act of swimming after hours multiple times, and a fairly probable reason why she hasn't been suspended or worse just yet kind of has something to do with the fact that her mother basically runs the school-board.
The Peixes family, descended from a line of much-feared wizards originally hailing from India, are old money: prestigious, powerful, and pure-blooded as they come. If there were a metric by which to measure it, one might call them the most influential wizarding family in all of the British Isles. Many a whisper pertains to familial ties with the Dark Arts, though of course nothing is ever said outright. At the tender age of eleven, you wouldn't be wrong in saying that she's somewhat terrified of disappointing her mother – even to the point of there being rumours that the only real reason she's in Slytherin is because she begged the Hat out of fear. Certainly, she's considerably more friendly and accommodating than the rest of her housemates, yet is infrequently given a hard time for it (in fact, this constant tiptoeing around her due to her family's status grows to be a source of great frustration for the girl). However, despite being sheltered and somewhat indoctrinated with rubbish at first, Feferi proves herself to be a paragon of the traits of Slytherin house – intuitive in the ways no one ever expects her to be, ambitious (not to mention idealistic to a fault) and determined. Such traits come a little in handy in her preferred subjects: Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, and Charms.
It can be said without doubt that over the course of her studies at Hogwarts, Feferi undergoes a series of notable changes as a person
House: Slytherin. As stated above, there's some uncertainty as to the “legitimacy” of the Sorting Hat's choice where Feferi is concerned – despite coming from a long line of Slytherins, she appears, at first glance, to be fundamentally unsuited to the house. Of course, get to know her even a little and you'll see that she belongs there just as much as anyone. It's not wrong in any sense of the word – it's looking at things from another angle. Feferi is forward-thinking and strategic, as are many who share her house. Her pride in it should never be understated.
Chumhandle: cesiousChizpurfle
Sample para in this AU:
She had gone on as long as he night would allow, stopping only when the cold and the sleepiness joined hands and became too much. The blackness of the that shrouded her body – and oh, wouldn't a certain /someone/ love to point all about how a real shroud would be involved soon if she didn't give up on these excursions – was punctured only by the thin beam her wand produced. She understood that it would make surfacing more of a shock to the senses than usual, and as such braced herself before breaching the elements in kicks numbered three, two, one -
Everything was harsher when the bubble broke. Air stung the beads of water which clung to her face, and her earrings jingled gently as she shook, treading water while sucking in greedy gasp after gasp all the while. She was breathless, breathless for so many reasons, and in spite of being breathless, she laughed.
On nights like this, beauty drew a chilly finger down the bridge of her nose.
Alright, so perhaps chilly was an understatement, yet shaking so hard that dying on the spot seemed liable was nothing she was unused to at this stage – after four years of night-swimming, she would have been an outright idiot not to have perfected a drying spell, sharpish. She prided herself on not being an outright idiot, really; once out of the water (with no ankle-grabs from the shallows, this time! Fantastic!) she shook herself like a dog, robes and hair flapping alike, before twisting the wand around in her cold-stiffened fingers.
“Nox.”
She could have sworn the darkness had its own special sound, sometimes.
“Exaresco!”
Ah. Much better.
Gathering up her effects from the reeds, she was content to note that no pesky little busy-body had gone scrounging about for something shiny. It was, after all, mating season for some of her acquaintances of the more web-toed variety. Dragging the thick fabric of her cloak around her shoulders, she looked at the dying ripples her exit had formed. With a blithe grin, she raised a hand. Manners were important.
“Goodnight! It was good to see you again. I'll come back soon, okay?”
The gargantuan tentacle that heaved itself from the depths had the good grace not to pat her on the now-dry head. Instead it merely peeked out of the water, a mere five feet or so of suction cups just barely visible in the dimness. Gently, as if pushed by a breeze, it swayed. Feferi wriggled her fingers. As swiftly as it had arisen, the limb retreated into the lake.
Sucking in a deep breath, already quite entirely on alert for patrolling prefects or worse, Feferi Peixes turned her gaze to the distant, butter-yellow lights of the castle windows and sighed.
It was September. The water was only going to get colder.
It was good to be home.
Meenah Peixes
Name: Jordan
Blog: fish-blog
Timezone: Pacific Standard
Estimated Activity: at least 4 days a week, though short term family events may merit a pause soon.
Character: Meenah Peixes
Why: because im a coddamn masterpiece, also i cant stop punning please send help
Interpretation: Meenah is an odd case. A bit of sociopathy combined with a strong sense of loyalty to those she deems friends, the perfect combo for a terrifying ruler. And as such, not a bad match for Slytherin! The only thing truly holding her back from the true greatness of Slytherins name is her occasional fits of apathy for the stuff she doesn't feel truly gung ho about. She doesn't dwell on pasts or bloodlines, despite being of a pretty strong one herself, and just isn't able to generate that sneery attitude and contempt for other houses. She sure does love the lake bottom view though.
House: Slytherin, for above reasons :v
Chumhandle: crabbyCulturist
Sample: Meenah lounged amongst the dormitory couches, idly staring out to the dreary lake view. To so many other people this shit would be depressing as hell, but the tranquility combined with the true menace of the briny depths was right up her alley. It made for good thinking. Not that she had much to think about, she was mostly just kind of tired of the general populace right now. She always did seem to have these antisocial bouts, and all they did was renew her vigor for interaction all the more. It was the damndest thing. But no, her melancholy was actually lying elsewhere. In such a huge, magical castle with so much history of bloodshed and conflict, her year so far was excruciatingly peaceful. She didn't want to learn potions, no. She wanted to nail a guy truly deserving of it.
She wanted to kick some bass.
Caliborn
Name: Mevious
Personal Blog: equiborn
Character blog: uxoriousursa
Timezone: EST
Estimated Activity: In the evenings almost daily
Character you wish to be: Caliborn
Why: Caliborn is my most played character when it comes to Homestuck. He also happens to be my favorite. He’s an oddball, and I like that about him.
Interpretation of the character: As a cherub, Caliborn was destined to be entirely evil or entirely good. Obviously, he turned out on the evil end of things, but there’s more to him than just that. Unlike most cherubs, whom are known to have no contact with anyone at all other than potentially their body-sharing siblings, Caliborn craves attention. He wants to do more than just predominate his shared body; he wants to dominate the entire universe. Caliborn is extremely ambitious, not to mention narcissistic. He also has a deep love for games, particularly chess, but he’s an incredibly sore loser. He’ll go to any lengths to win and be the “greatest”, even cheating. He also enjoys shitty plot twists, and employs them often in his “games”. He also exhibits the qualities of a hard worker, being willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, as shown in the difficult game he had to endure. If Caliborn is anything, it’s not lazy.
In this AU, Caliborn would have come from a pureblood family, and been raised as such. He’s still just as ambitious and narcissistic as ever, and he definitely still thinks himself cunning. He fancies himself to be the next dark lord, and there’s no question whatsoever that he’s going to be the greatest Slytherin – even the greatest pureblood, the greatest WIZARD – ever to have existed in the history of the wizarding world. He has a sister, but she’s definitely not Slytherin material, and so he could care less about her. He knows he’s better than she ever will be, and he holds nothing back in telling her about it.
He acts the same way to people in general as well. He’s unafraid to talk down to anyone if he thinks he’s better than them (read: everyone), up to and including using incredibly offensive slurs such as “mudblood” and the like. He’s not the fastest of learners, but he practices and studies far more than the typical student, because he wants to be the GREATEST and there are no shortcuts to being the greatest. Unfortunately, his path to greatness is slightly hindered by the fact that he can’t take criticism well at all. He thinks he’s already great, and that everyone is beneath him, and disregards most negative opinions about himself entirely.
House: Slytherin
Chumhandle: uxoriousUrsa
Sample post:
“What do I look like to you. A useless mudblood?” Caliborn exclaimed as he refused the help of yet another classmate trying to help him master his first spell. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t need their help. Any of them. He was better than them, so what good would their help do anyway? He snarled as he continued practicing the decidedly evil “swish and flick” motion that the equally evil and also stupid Charms teacher had tried to get him to perfect.
“Wingardium. Leviosa,” he insisted at his wand, but the useless, idiotic feather mocked him by staying put. Caliborn retaliated by throwing his wand at it and storming off upstairs to the male dormitories. Clearly, he was the bigger man in this situation.