Application: Bro Strider
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How old are you IRL? 25
What character are you applying for? Bro Strider
Why are you interested in this character? There are quite a few characters I dig writing for Homestuck, but of that decently large number there are a few that come almost effortlessly and who I always am excited to write. Bro Strider is one of them. I think he has great potential for fun and hilarious interactions with a large portion of the Homestuck cast, and I just really like getting to write an older character with his sort of personality and background.
What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Bro is an irreverent asshole, but under the layers of douche and irony, he’s a pretty good guy. He’s very much a case of, the intentions are good, but the means to his ends are highly suspect. He says and does a lot of things purely for shock value, liking to see just how far he can push the envelope without completely crossing some invisible line. He also favors a lot of distinctly sexual humor. It comes with the territory of making porn on the internet.
He’s a bit socially awkward, but more in the sense that he has long since accepted that when being himself he’s not entirely palatable to polite society at large, than that he feels awkward himself. He could have faked decorum to smooth over interacting with people in public, but it’s much more entertaining to him to just give no fucks and make his weirdness work for him in every situation he can get an angle on. His behavior in a lot of ordinary situations is pretty inappropriate, which makes it all the more noticeable when he buckles down, cleans up, and plays by the rules for once. He’s very talkative and forward, but on his schedule. When he wants to be left the hell alone, he’ll take extreme measures to ensure it.
He militantly avoids talking about feelings or making acknowledged commitments to people. He’s the sort of person who knows a lot of guys, but has only a few truly close friends. On the flipside, he’s protective verging on outright territorially possessive of the people he’s happened to stake a claim on. One does not fuck with Bro Strider, and one definitely does not fuck with Bro Strider’s kin. His set of morals is fairly far off from the norm, but he does have a pronounced sense of personal honor, and is legitimately offended whenever it’s implied he would do something that goes against that unwritten code.
What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Bro is around his early forties (I tend to write him as 18-20 years older than Dave) and incredibly well settled into a lucrative career making porn. He runs his dedicated plushophile paysite, and a web store primarily dealing with the sale of custom, exorbitantly-priced sex toys. He’s also legitimately possessed of pretty shrewd business sense, supplementing the income from his websites with other investments. He’s getting to a point where he’d like to ease off from actively juggling so many plates and get the majority of his web business to a place where it’ll almost run itself. The money is hardly an issue at his current point; he’s started to move away from web business and toward being a visible patron of porn, involving himself in film festivals and “real world” events that will get him out from behind a computer.
Give a physical description of your character: Bro is a couple inches over six foot, tanned, and incredibly well-muscled. Despite his increasing age, he adheres to a strict exercise regimen which includes sword practice, various old scars from working with blades and getting into the occasional fight visible on his arms and chest. His golden-blond hair is most definitely not thinning in any places at all, though he does make a point of keeping a hat pulled over it at virtually all times. His fashion style is distinctly “douchey casual,” consisting of whatever will let him be the most comfortable while also looking the most like an asshole. Sweatpants with dress shoes are a personal favorite (some dress shoes just have incredible arch support, it’s an informed decision). His pointy shades are an absolute staple of his look; he has at least a dozen backup pairs scattered around his place.
Give an example post of your character in this AU:
There was a point past which even Bro could no longer bury his nose in artistically-shot frames of puppet ass and the long columns of financial spreadsheets. He loved his computer like a dear, old friend, but sometimes a guy just had to acknowledge the merits of friends who happened to be flesh and blood. Hell, he hardly even saw Davey these days, not since he’d gone and grown up and started to get an education or a job or whatever the hell he was doing with his life. Shit, when had he last dropped in on the lil man?
He needed a break anyway, might as well go for a drive. The condo had been a great investment, when he’d moved to Portland. Like enough to his old apartment to appease his hatred of change, but with a killer view and designated parking. He didn’t need anyone keying his absolutely atrocious-looking old Chevy Silverado, not while he was living in a fucking luxury high-rise. He climbed into the driver’s side, taking his baby out of the complex and down onto the highway. The thought of calling ahead to give Dave fair warning didn’t occur to him at all.