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wordtechgodhood) wrote2013-02-01 02:30 pm
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CHARACTER
Name: Dave Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 14
Specialty: Pyrokinesis
Position: Senior camper
Personality: Dave is, for all intents and purposes, just really fucking cool. A rap-ninja in training possessing an uncanny ability withshitty swords katanas. Seriously, everyone should be like this kid. He's cooler than Fluffernutters, and he knows it.
Okay, let's get serious. Dave really isn't that cool. Well, he is cool, but sadly not in the way he likes to project. His idea of what's cool is, in part, easily influenced by the people around him, particularly his friends. If he's set on an idea, he can be prodded into following bad advice if he thinks it will help him reach his goal more quickly, The ultimate irony in Dave's constant efforts to be the epitome of cool... is that in fact it turns out he's actually a bit of a dork. No one is surprised.
He teases his friends about their interests when they deviate far enough from his own or seem silly to him, and seems to be able to keep his head in any kind of situation, even when all around him are losing theirs. This allows him to deal with the supernatural and strange in the calm way that any other person might go about making toast, provided that said toast didn't suddenly burst into flames or the toaster isn't actually some kind of sophisticated AI - and really, let's face it, with the kind of upbringing Dave has had, either of those things would be about as surprising as finding swords in the refrigerator. It's hard to do anything to faze him... unless it involves puppets. Thanks to a childhood spent being tormented by the ridiculous things, Dave has developed a near-pathological hatred of them, though it must be noted that he was never really bothered by them at all until a certain friend who shall remain nameless pointed out how creepy they were.
Able to keep a level head at almost all times, if something truly bothers him, he keeps a calm outwards appearance right until the very moment he flies off the handle. Dave's explosions of frustration or anger will never come with a warning, even to those who know him well, and usually follow occasions where something has made him look stupid. It's in those times that Dave's cool façade completely drops, that he loses every single trope and stereotype of cool that he shields himself with and becomes a ball of unironic rage.
He's a bit forgetful, but how much of that is genuine forgetfulness and how much of it is his being ironic about his absentmindedness is up for debate. There's certainly something going on there, however, made evident by his penchant for setting traps only to release them on himself moments later, forgetting how to use his abilities, and occasionally forgetting his own intentions to forget something (in canon, he's also prone to making mistakes with his Modus, resulting in his firing his ninja sword at a crow, and shooting shuriken at himself). This forgetfulness can, at times, make him seem like a bit of a klutz, but he will always claim that it was all for the irony.
Under this outer shell of coolness, Dave is fond of animals, and not only in the interests of collecting dead specimens (one of his stranger hobbies). He prefers talking to people who he can simply talk to, rather than engaging in battles of wit, though the latter isn't something he finds so disagreeable that he'll actively avoid it. Dave is also an amateur photographer and artist, spending his spare time running a webcomic, as well as several humorous blogs. He's something of a hipster, with a passion for talking about bands and shows that no one has heard of but him, and will often drop vague popular (or not so popular) culture references into his speech. Keeping up with things is something that's important to him, to keep his ill jams and rhymes fresh, and keeping him away from the general goings on of the world for a long amount of time is a sure fire way to have him worrying about whether or not he's getting boring.
Dave can occasionally be found talking - or rapping - to himself, and doesn't appear to realise that he's doing it until it's pointed out, to the point of actually denying that he was doing it at all, or otherwise playing it off as something he was deliberately doing for ironic purposes.
He tends to make unlikely friends, with the people who you might think would be painted targets for the coolkid actually being the kinds of people he prefers to spend time around. Dave doesn't like to have his psyche examined too closely, and perhaps that's why he would rather stay in the company of those who would take him at face value, rather than people who want to work out if there's something more to him. Despite the way he will often tease and poke fun at his friends, he undeniably cares about them and will go out of his way to do things for them if they need it.
The only thing that Dave really, truly fears is Death. His own death, his friends, it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to face it. Despite that, he would willingly give himself up for the people he cares most about. It isn't bravery - it's just a matter of him putting the lives of his friends and family above his own.
AU History: Dave Strider grew up in Houston, Texas, with his older brother Dirk, and their father, henceforth known as Bro.
Dave always had a healthy sibling rivalry with his brother, and though their constant taunting and battling against each other may seem anything but healthy to any outside observer, when the chips are down and one of them is in danger, the other would drop everything to make sure they weren't hurt. They always seemed more a family of brothers than a father and sons, and it was an arrangement that suited Dave, because it was far easier to look at his father - an admittedly strange man by any standards - as a brother than a dad. Nevertheless he always admired him, and while often pointedly keeping out of his way, attempted to emulate him as he grew up, through both his fashion sense and his habits.
When his powers first manifested at the age of nine, it was with the same style that he does everything else. Yet another prank-gone-right executed by Bro had ended in the boy being, once again, up to his head in puppet ass only this time, rather than executing one of his usual moves (often resulting in his presenting the torn remains of the puppets to Bro like some kind of morbid offering), he instead burned every single one to a smoking crisp. At first, Bro tried to tutor him at home, but that didn't last long.
Upon being discovered, he was sent to Whispering Rock to develop his abilities in a more... professional setting. Dave's rivalry with his brother continued to the camp, though in ensuing visits he began to focus less on being better than Dirk and more on being the best that he could be. His level of focus and his ability to keep calm in stressful situations meant he learned quickly, and his quick wit meant that in spite of being a bit of an odd kid, he made friends easily.
This year, he's going to do what he does every year,try to take over the world just be the best he can be, and maybe toss out some sick rhymes while he does it.
Brain World: Dave's brain world is an arid landscape of spinning cogs, steel frameworks and rivers of lava flowing into large, open lakes. Above the largest of these floats what appears to be an enormous vinyl record, set atop a base of jagged rock. Within this world, Dave can be found dressed in a red suit, looking far more smartly dressed than he usually is in camp.
The censors in this world take the shape of serpentine creatures with wide mouths and sharp teeth, capable of breathing fire, and the various emotional baggage scattered around in the form of what appear to be boxes of old records are watched over by small, red, crocodile-like reptiles (which have a tendency towards eating you, but that's just their way of being friendly). Figments may be in the form of various different weapons, which will disappear if looked at from the wrong angle.
Navigating the narrow, twisting roads over the lava will lead to an apartment building rising out of the molten rock. The lowest floors are engulfed, but only the top is occupied by Dave. It looks just like his home back in Texas, and is his sanctuary inside his own mind, with the comforts he misses from home - his decks, and art supplies. Notably, the apartment doesn't contain a single puppet.
Badges: Basic Braining, Pyrokinesis, Levitation, Confusion, Clairvoyance, Invisibility.
SAMPLES
Sample 1: Test drive.
Sample 2:
"Takin' it up to the next level, no sweat, I'll be handin' it down like- erm. Hm." A pause, a snap of fingers, then the mumbling started up again, breaking the silence of the cabin. "Holding up- no. Tch, that isn't even-"
He didn't get further than that before a pillow hit him in the face, knocking his shades askew and ruining the tenuous train of thought that he was treading along. Dave sat up abruptly, hit his head sharply against the bunk above him, and flopped back down with a groan. "Fuck," he stated, then rolled off the bed and made for the door. Outside, it was warm, but cool enough to be refreshing to someone used to temperatures of 104 in the shade at the height of summer. All he'd been doing was practicing his raps. Philistines.
Dave leaned his head back against the outside of the cabin and closed his eyes, opening them to gaze up at the multitude of stars above. He shrugged, for no reason other than it gave him a reason to move, and kicked a rock out in front of himself. How much longer was he going to be expected to come here? There were other things he wanted to do with his life. Other things that didn't involve being here. Surely Bro could do just as good a job of teaching him?
Crouching low to the ground, he concentrated on the rock he'd just kicked, and the faint outline of a ghost-like hand drew it slowly back to his own. He stood, and tossed it forcefully into the nearby undergrowth, startling a small creature out into the open. "Shit-- Sorry," he said, then glanced around furtively.
He'd never hear the end of it if someone caught him apologising to a rabbit.
Name: Fiona
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CHARACTER
Name: Dave Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 14
Specialty: Pyrokinesis
Position: Senior camper
Personality: Dave is, for all intents and purposes, just really fucking cool. A rap-ninja in training possessing an uncanny ability with
Okay, let's get serious. Dave really isn't that cool. Well, he is cool, but sadly not in the way he likes to project. His idea of what's cool is, in part, easily influenced by the people around him, particularly his friends. If he's set on an idea, he can be prodded into following bad advice if he thinks it will help him reach his goal more quickly, The ultimate irony in Dave's constant efforts to be the epitome of cool... is that in fact it turns out he's actually a bit of a dork. No one is surprised.
He teases his friends about their interests when they deviate far enough from his own or seem silly to him, and seems to be able to keep his head in any kind of situation, even when all around him are losing theirs. This allows him to deal with the supernatural and strange in the calm way that any other person might go about making toast, provided that said toast didn't suddenly burst into flames or the toaster isn't actually some kind of sophisticated AI - and really, let's face it, with the kind of upbringing Dave has had, either of those things would be about as surprising as finding swords in the refrigerator. It's hard to do anything to faze him... unless it involves puppets. Thanks to a childhood spent being tormented by the ridiculous things, Dave has developed a near-pathological hatred of them, though it must be noted that he was never really bothered by them at all until a certain friend who shall remain nameless pointed out how creepy they were.
Able to keep a level head at almost all times, if something truly bothers him, he keeps a calm outwards appearance right until the very moment he flies off the handle. Dave's explosions of frustration or anger will never come with a warning, even to those who know him well, and usually follow occasions where something has made him look stupid. It's in those times that Dave's cool façade completely drops, that he loses every single trope and stereotype of cool that he shields himself with and becomes a ball of unironic rage.
He's a bit forgetful, but how much of that is genuine forgetfulness and how much of it is his being ironic about his absentmindedness is up for debate. There's certainly something going on there, however, made evident by his penchant for setting traps only to release them on himself moments later, forgetting how to use his abilities, and occasionally forgetting his own intentions to forget something (in canon, he's also prone to making mistakes with his Modus, resulting in his firing his ninja sword at a crow, and shooting shuriken at himself). This forgetfulness can, at times, make him seem like a bit of a klutz, but he will always claim that it was all for the irony.
Under this outer shell of coolness, Dave is fond of animals, and not only in the interests of collecting dead specimens (one of his stranger hobbies). He prefers talking to people who he can simply talk to, rather than engaging in battles of wit, though the latter isn't something he finds so disagreeable that he'll actively avoid it. Dave is also an amateur photographer and artist, spending his spare time running a webcomic, as well as several humorous blogs. He's something of a hipster, with a passion for talking about bands and shows that no one has heard of but him, and will often drop vague popular (or not so popular) culture references into his speech. Keeping up with things is something that's important to him, to keep his ill jams and rhymes fresh, and keeping him away from the general goings on of the world for a long amount of time is a sure fire way to have him worrying about whether or not he's getting boring.
Dave can occasionally be found talking - or rapping - to himself, and doesn't appear to realise that he's doing it until it's pointed out, to the point of actually denying that he was doing it at all, or otherwise playing it off as something he was deliberately doing for ironic purposes.
He tends to make unlikely friends, with the people who you might think would be painted targets for the coolkid actually being the kinds of people he prefers to spend time around. Dave doesn't like to have his psyche examined too closely, and perhaps that's why he would rather stay in the company of those who would take him at face value, rather than people who want to work out if there's something more to him. Despite the way he will often tease and poke fun at his friends, he undeniably cares about them and will go out of his way to do things for them if they need it.
The only thing that Dave really, truly fears is Death. His own death, his friends, it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to face it. Despite that, he would willingly give himself up for the people he cares most about. It isn't bravery - it's just a matter of him putting the lives of his friends and family above his own.
AU History: Dave Strider grew up in Houston, Texas, with his older brother Dirk, and their father, henceforth known as Bro.
Dave always had a healthy sibling rivalry with his brother, and though their constant taunting and battling against each other may seem anything but healthy to any outside observer, when the chips are down and one of them is in danger, the other would drop everything to make sure they weren't hurt. They always seemed more a family of brothers than a father and sons, and it was an arrangement that suited Dave, because it was far easier to look at his father - an admittedly strange man by any standards - as a brother than a dad. Nevertheless he always admired him, and while often pointedly keeping out of his way, attempted to emulate him as he grew up, through both his fashion sense and his habits.
When his powers first manifested at the age of nine, it was with the same style that he does everything else. Yet another prank-gone-right executed by Bro had ended in the boy being, once again, up to his head in puppet ass only this time, rather than executing one of his usual moves (often resulting in his presenting the torn remains of the puppets to Bro like some kind of morbid offering), he instead burned every single one to a smoking crisp. At first, Bro tried to tutor him at home, but that didn't last long.
Upon being discovered, he was sent to Whispering Rock to develop his abilities in a more... professional setting. Dave's rivalry with his brother continued to the camp, though in ensuing visits he began to focus less on being better than Dirk and more on being the best that he could be. His level of focus and his ability to keep calm in stressful situations meant he learned quickly, and his quick wit meant that in spite of being a bit of an odd kid, he made friends easily.
This year, he's going to do what he does every year,
Brain World: Dave's brain world is an arid landscape of spinning cogs, steel frameworks and rivers of lava flowing into large, open lakes. Above the largest of these floats what appears to be an enormous vinyl record, set atop a base of jagged rock. Within this world, Dave can be found dressed in a red suit, looking far more smartly dressed than he usually is in camp.
The censors in this world take the shape of serpentine creatures with wide mouths and sharp teeth, capable of breathing fire, and the various emotional baggage scattered around in the form of what appear to be boxes of old records are watched over by small, red, crocodile-like reptiles (which have a tendency towards eating you, but that's just their way of being friendly). Figments may be in the form of various different weapons, which will disappear if looked at from the wrong angle.
Navigating the narrow, twisting roads over the lava will lead to an apartment building rising out of the molten rock. The lowest floors are engulfed, but only the top is occupied by Dave. It looks just like his home back in Texas, and is his sanctuary inside his own mind, with the comforts he misses from home - his decks, and art supplies. Notably, the apartment doesn't contain a single puppet.
Badges: Basic Braining, Pyrokinesis, Levitation, Confusion, Clairvoyance, Invisibility.
SAMPLES
Sample 1: Test drive.
Sample 2:
"Takin' it up to the next level, no sweat, I'll be handin' it down like- erm. Hm." A pause, a snap of fingers, then the mumbling started up again, breaking the silence of the cabin. "Holding up- no. Tch, that isn't even-"
He didn't get further than that before a pillow hit him in the face, knocking his shades askew and ruining the tenuous train of thought that he was treading along. Dave sat up abruptly, hit his head sharply against the bunk above him, and flopped back down with a groan. "Fuck," he stated, then rolled off the bed and made for the door. Outside, it was warm, but cool enough to be refreshing to someone used to temperatures of 104 in the shade at the height of summer. All he'd been doing was practicing his raps. Philistines.
Dave leaned his head back against the outside of the cabin and closed his eyes, opening them to gaze up at the multitude of stars above. He shrugged, for no reason other than it gave him a reason to move, and kicked a rock out in front of himself. How much longer was he going to be expected to come here? There were other things he wanted to do with his life. Other things that didn't involve being here. Surely Bro could do just as good a job of teaching him?
Crouching low to the ground, he concentrated on the rock he'd just kicked, and the faint outline of a ghost-like hand drew it slowly back to his own. He stood, and tossed it forcefully into the nearby undergrowth, startling a small creature out into the open. "Shit-- Sorry," he said, then glanced around furtively.
He'd never hear the end of it if someone caught him apologising to a rabbit.