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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?”

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

[real-as-shit]

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.

[real-as-shit]

Sollux Captor

Name: Dom

Personal blog: gundomtanaka

Character blog: twainannihilation

Timezone: EST

Estimated activity: Few times a week

Character you wish to be: Sollux Captor

Why: Because he's a grumpy dumb nerd that I've been told I play well. He's also my favorite grumpy dumb nerd.

Interpretation of the character: From what we see of Sollux in the comic, we can glean that he is foul tempered and blunt. If he doesn’t like you, he won’t give you the time of day, if he does like you then he’ll open up a bit more and  carry on a dialogue with you. He’s fiercely loyal and caring of his friends, willing to sacrifice himself (as he’s done more than a few times) for the greater good. He believes that he’s fated to die for a greater purpose, that this is inevitable. Despite his douche ways, Sollux has a strong moral compass and will just about always fight for what he feels to be the right thing. He’s apeshit at computers, coding, and gaming, even though he only takes pride in those skills that he thinks actually useful, aka coding and being tech savvy. He gets down on himself about not being good enough at hacking even though he knows that to be untrue, going so far to point out that deciphering the code for John’s jet pack was childs play and noting that he was “fuckiing iincrediible.” He’s extremely self-deprecating but also self aware of his own skill and worth to an extent. He wants attention for his achievements. He loves attention in general, and loves it when people listen to him bitch and moan about his problems but also likes to act like he doesn’t want that same attention.

He’s very much the same in this universe too although, obviously, with differences. Sollux is blunt and straightforward about how he feels about a person. He’ll let you know honestly if you’re bothering him or if he just doesn’t want to be around you. He is a half blood. Think what you will of him, he doesn’t care. His mother was a witch, an auror actually and Sollux lost her very young; thus he lived with a muggle father who was a private pilot and barely there. He’s had to raise himself mostly, and besides a deep seeded loneliness he likes to be left alone in his solitude. He pushes people away because he’s used to that feeling of loneliness and has convinced himself that he’s not deserving of them. Deep down, he truly does want that friendship. Sollux is absolutely fascinated by arithmancy and has a natural proficiency in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He’s not the type to go out of his way to contact others usually, but once you befriend him and get him talking then he’ll probably not shut up. In this AU Sollux still suffers from Bipolar disorder, or manic depression. However, as he’s younger it will manifest and be seen as ADHD until he’s older. He still takes great pride in his intelligence and loves being noted for his achievements, but still doubts whether he’s actually good enough.

House: Ravenclaw

Chumhandle: twainAnnihilation

Sample para in this AU: “No. I’m not going to do your homework for you, you slackbrained kelpie fucker. I don’t care how much you’ll pay me. That’s just more work for me to do and you’ll still be as mentally deficient as you always were; plus it’ll create a cycle of stupidity that I am by no means willing to participate in.”

He had hoped that sitting in the darkest corners of the common room would keep people from bothering him. It seemed as if that had the opposite effect. Sollux had no time for doing anyone elses work. Actually, he did but he found no purpose in expending the effort in doing for others what they weren’t willing to even attempt for themselves. It wasn’t so much that he thought he was better than them, but he knew what his strengths were and he wouldn’t let anyone exploit them. Do one person’s work for a price and then word spreads like wildfire, next thing you know he’s deemed “The Guy” and soon he’s neck deep in other peoples work when he could be playing chess against himself in solitude.

Honestly, he was still amazed that he had been accepted. Three years in and it was still a shock. In that timeframe he’d actually made a couple of acquaintances and a few friends despite himself. Speaking of that friend, he was waiting for her. Staring at his homework intently, it was hard to act like he was still working on it. Arithmancy was beyond easy and he had checked and double checked already and still stared at his parchment as if new problems were just to write themselves and appear for him to solve. Soon he heard the door open and soft, squishy footsteps made their way over to him. He was greeted by muddy shoes and he knew exactly who they belonged to and without looking up he greeted, “Let me guess, you found a pig pen that was just begging for you to explore it. Didn’t you AA?”