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wordtechgodhood) wrote2013-07-08 04:20 am
wordtechgodhood) wrote2013-07-08 04:20 am
Half Blood Hill Application
PLAYER
Name: Fiona
Personal Journal:blood_winged
Plurk: hardtostarboard
Time Zone: GMT
Email: waytoomanytags@gmail.com
Messenger: littlebritteacup [AIM]
Previous Characters: N/A
CHARACTER
Name: Dave Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod | Son of Janus
Demigod abilities:
- general time manipulation
- moving himself back and forth through time and also able to move others using ‘time doorways’
- able to see all points a choice may lead to until the choice is made (while his father uses this to confuse people, Dave finds himself more often becoming confused)
- a natural sailor (Janus was linked heavily to boats/sailing as the god of harbours)
Abilities to be developed in the future:
- using time manipulation to result in the temporary creation of multiples selves (will not be taken advantage of or used for godmoding)
- localised time bubbles
- stopping time completely in a localised area (not indefinitely, his concentration can be broken if someone outside the frozen area enters it)
Personality:
Dave is, for all intents and purposes, just really fucking cool (not). A rap-ninja in training with an uncanny ability with shitty swords unbreakable katanas. Seriously, everyone should be like this kid. He’s cooler than Fluffernutters, and he knows it. 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. It’s hard to do anything to faze him... unless it involves puppets. 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 friend 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 tend to be preceded by idle warnings that may not be taken seriously, even to those who know him well, and usually follow occasions where something has made him look particularly stupid.
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) this particular pastime could possibly be linked to his connections with the god Janus – one aspect that he represents being that of endings. 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. This concern about being up to date might also be linked to the aspect of ‘time’, that being the main aspect of his god-parent.
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.
In his canon, Dave is also the Knight of Time, and able to move back and forth freely through it, using it to exploit loopholes in Sburb and even, at one point, to stop himself (in the past) making the same mistake that he (in the future) made, resulting in his prototyping himself with his own (past self’s) gamesprite to stop himself (in the past) from prototyping it with Lil’ Cal, which doomed his timeline (in the future) due to the sprite being completely useless. This Doomed Dave, of which there are many, henceforth becomes known as Davesprite (or Dave Sprite, to John), with the Dave he went back to save from his own fate becoming the ‘alpha Dave’ of their session. His own canon abilities translated over to this AU are another link to his chosen god-parent of Janus.
AU History:
Like many demi-gods, Dave never knew one of his parents. In his case, it was his father. He grew up alone with his mother in Houston, Texas, never suspecting for a moment of his life that he might be the son of a god. His childhood was plagued with difficulties when it came to his schooling, with ADHD being diagnosed early on, though Dave would always shrug it off and cockily express that the Texas school system was simply fundamentally flawed and obviously not designed to cope with someone of his intellect. That said, it was never that Dave was unable to learn – given the right opportunity and the right motivations he could easily excel – but things that caught his interest were usually esoteric and far removed from any kind of school curriculum.
One thing that he did well in, moving far ahead of other students partaking in the same, was a Latin class that was held by a visiting tutor when he was thirteen years old. While others struggled with conjugation and tenses, Dave more than impressed the teacher with how easily he could grasp the flow of the language despite his difficulties in concentrating with most other subjects. With English, the words seemed to drift around the page (unless he used some kind of aid, which teachers more often than not neglected to supply him with) but with Latin, everything seemed to settle into place, and even more so when he could see it in the original script. It was never truly given a second thought, though despite Dave’s straying interest in most things, it was something that he was persuaded to continue with, under the watchful eye of the same tutor long after he had stopped trying to teach Latin to the other children. Dave’s understanding of the language moved at a furious pace, but it would only be two years later when he would come to realise just why he’d found a dead language so easy to grasp.
He was always told that his father was dead, and though it had always left him with a sense of not-quite-loss he couldn’t bring himself to mourn a man he’d never known. It was better, he thought, to have a dead father than a deadbeat one. His mother was a patient woman, though she always seemed tired, and Dave tried his best not to worry her, though the sensation that he was going nowhere in life and the uncomfortable and ever-present feeling of time passing him by drew him to act out as he grew older.
He was fifteen when he finally learned the truth, and in true Strider form it wasn’t without its own pomp and circumstance – a Strider, after all, never does anything by halves and Dave has never been any different in that regard. His first experience of time manipulation manifested in a sudden jump, in which he managed to miss an exam. Sure he’d simply fallen asleep, he thought little of it, until it happened again, this time throwing him backwards. Coming face to face with yourself from three hours previously would shake up anyone, and it certainly threw Dave for a loop.
It was his mother who told him, having kept it from him through thinking he wouldn’t believe her (which he wouldn’t have), and also in the hope that the abilities of his father would never manifest in him. A fool’s hope, of course, but one that a mother can’t help but have when she knows what such things might mean for her child. Knowing who his father was upon his arrival at Camp Jupiter, he was housed in the appropriate cabin after saying goodbye to his mother. It was some months later that the letters from her stopped, and a week after that, he was informed that she had been killed when a car had hit her. Try as he might, he couldn’t manipulate his abilities well enough to be able to stop it, and he grew angry with himself, and with his father by association, for a while after, not understanding why.
It was some time before he came to realise that some things are just supposed to happen, and no matter how much he might want to change them, he shouldn’t, even if he can.
When Camp Jupiter was destroyed, Dave was far away from it, dealing with the news of his mother's death and the pitying looks from relatives. To find that he was now to be moved to Camp Half Blood was just another jolt in a line of shocks, and he didn't truly take the time to adjust to his new home-away-from-home for several weeks. Once he had, however, it was as if he'd never been anywhere else.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
Oops—shit. Get out of here! Fuck! Move it, asshat.
[Just off-screen, Dave waves one hand towards the person he’s hissing at, and anyone within range of it would be able to see a double of him standing there for a moment, before he flipping him off and disappearing. The blond boy grits his teeth, rubs one hand up behind his shades and huffs out an irritated breath.
Future him is far more aggravating than anyone gives present him credit for. How many people can claim they have to deal with multiple timelines on a daily basis, anyway? He has to give himself props for past-self trolling but really…
It’s really more of an inconvenience than an advantage.]
Listen, I’m havin’ a me myself and... another me problem today, so if anyone sees me and I ain’t wearin’ this- [He gestures to his tshirt – white, with a split record motif] –tell me you know what I’m doing and it ain’t fuckin’ funny.
[Oh, but he’s going to find it hilarious in the future when he goes back and does it.]
I’ll take questions for five minutes, but then I’m gone. I think.
[Can’t ever really be sure.]
Third Person Log:
Testdrive threads!
http://halfbloodhillooc.dreamwidth.org/7231.html?thread=188991#cmt188991
http://halfbloodhillooc.dreamwidth.org/7231.html?thread=196927#cmt196927
Name: Fiona
Personal Journal:
blood_wingedPlurk: hardtostarboard
Time Zone: GMT
Email: waytoomanytags@gmail.com
Messenger: littlebritteacup [AIM]
Previous Characters: N/A
CHARACTER
Name: Dave Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod | Son of Janus
Demigod abilities:
- general time manipulation
- moving himself back and forth through time and also able to move others using ‘time doorways’
- able to see all points a choice may lead to until the choice is made (while his father uses this to confuse people, Dave finds himself more often becoming confused)
- a natural sailor (Janus was linked heavily to boats/sailing as the god of harbours)
Abilities to be developed in the future:
- using time manipulation to result in the temporary creation of multiples selves (will not be taken advantage of or used for godmoding)
- localised time bubbles
- stopping time completely in a localised area (not indefinitely, his concentration can be broken if someone outside the frozen area enters it)
Personality:
Dave is, for all intents and purposes, just really fucking cool (not). A rap-ninja in training with an uncanny ability with shitty swords unbreakable katanas. Seriously, everyone should be like this kid. He’s cooler than Fluffernutters, and he knows it. 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. It’s hard to do anything to faze him... unless it involves puppets. 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 friend 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 tend to be preceded by idle warnings that may not be taken seriously, even to those who know him well, and usually follow occasions where something has made him look particularly stupid.
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) this particular pastime could possibly be linked to his connections with the god Janus – one aspect that he represents being that of endings. 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. This concern about being up to date might also be linked to the aspect of ‘time’, that being the main aspect of his god-parent.
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.
In his canon, Dave is also the Knight of Time, and able to move back and forth freely through it, using it to exploit loopholes in Sburb and even, at one point, to stop himself (in the past) making the same mistake that he (in the future) made, resulting in his prototyping himself with his own (past self’s) gamesprite to stop himself (in the past) from prototyping it with Lil’ Cal, which doomed his timeline (in the future) due to the sprite being completely useless. This Doomed Dave, of which there are many, henceforth becomes known as Davesprite (or Dave Sprite, to John), with the Dave he went back to save from his own fate becoming the ‘alpha Dave’ of their session. His own canon abilities translated over to this AU are another link to his chosen god-parent of Janus.
AU History:
Like many demi-gods, Dave never knew one of his parents. In his case, it was his father. He grew up alone with his mother in Houston, Texas, never suspecting for a moment of his life that he might be the son of a god. His childhood was plagued with difficulties when it came to his schooling, with ADHD being diagnosed early on, though Dave would always shrug it off and cockily express that the Texas school system was simply fundamentally flawed and obviously not designed to cope with someone of his intellect. That said, it was never that Dave was unable to learn – given the right opportunity and the right motivations he could easily excel – but things that caught his interest were usually esoteric and far removed from any kind of school curriculum.
One thing that he did well in, moving far ahead of other students partaking in the same, was a Latin class that was held by a visiting tutor when he was thirteen years old. While others struggled with conjugation and tenses, Dave more than impressed the teacher with how easily he could grasp the flow of the language despite his difficulties in concentrating with most other subjects. With English, the words seemed to drift around the page (unless he used some kind of aid, which teachers more often than not neglected to supply him with) but with Latin, everything seemed to settle into place, and even more so when he could see it in the original script. It was never truly given a second thought, though despite Dave’s straying interest in most things, it was something that he was persuaded to continue with, under the watchful eye of the same tutor long after he had stopped trying to teach Latin to the other children. Dave’s understanding of the language moved at a furious pace, but it would only be two years later when he would come to realise just why he’d found a dead language so easy to grasp.
He was always told that his father was dead, and though it had always left him with a sense of not-quite-loss he couldn’t bring himself to mourn a man he’d never known. It was better, he thought, to have a dead father than a deadbeat one. His mother was a patient woman, though she always seemed tired, and Dave tried his best not to worry her, though the sensation that he was going nowhere in life and the uncomfortable and ever-present feeling of time passing him by drew him to act out as he grew older.
He was fifteen when he finally learned the truth, and in true Strider form it wasn’t without its own pomp and circumstance – a Strider, after all, never does anything by halves and Dave has never been any different in that regard. His first experience of time manipulation manifested in a sudden jump, in which he managed to miss an exam. Sure he’d simply fallen asleep, he thought little of it, until it happened again, this time throwing him backwards. Coming face to face with yourself from three hours previously would shake up anyone, and it certainly threw Dave for a loop.
It was his mother who told him, having kept it from him through thinking he wouldn’t believe her (which he wouldn’t have), and also in the hope that the abilities of his father would never manifest in him. A fool’s hope, of course, but one that a mother can’t help but have when she knows what such things might mean for her child. Knowing who his father was upon his arrival at Camp Jupiter, he was housed in the appropriate cabin after saying goodbye to his mother. It was some months later that the letters from her stopped, and a week after that, he was informed that she had been killed when a car had hit her. Try as he might, he couldn’t manipulate his abilities well enough to be able to stop it, and he grew angry with himself, and with his father by association, for a while after, not understanding why.
It was some time before he came to realise that some things are just supposed to happen, and no matter how much he might want to change them, he shouldn’t, even if he can.
When Camp Jupiter was destroyed, Dave was far away from it, dealing with the news of his mother's death and the pitying looks from relatives. To find that he was now to be moved to Camp Half Blood was just another jolt in a line of shocks, and he didn't truly take the time to adjust to his new home-away-from-home for several weeks. Once he had, however, it was as if he'd never been anywhere else.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
Oops—shit. Get out of here! Fuck! Move it, asshat.
[Just off-screen, Dave waves one hand towards the person he’s hissing at, and anyone within range of it would be able to see a double of him standing there for a moment, before he flipping him off and disappearing. The blond boy grits his teeth, rubs one hand up behind his shades and huffs out an irritated breath.
Future him is far more aggravating than anyone gives present him credit for. How many people can claim they have to deal with multiple timelines on a daily basis, anyway? He has to give himself props for past-self trolling but really…
It’s really more of an inconvenience than an advantage.]
Listen, I’m havin’ a me myself and... another me problem today, so if anyone sees me and I ain’t wearin’ this- [He gestures to his tshirt – white, with a split record motif] –tell me you know what I’m doing and it ain’t fuckin’ funny.
[Oh, but he’s going to find it hilarious in the future when he goes back and does it.]
I’ll take questions for five minutes, but then I’m gone. I think.
[Can’t ever really be sure.]
Third Person Log:
Testdrive threads!
http://halfbloodhillooc.dreamwidth.org/7231.html?thread=188991#cmt188991
http://halfbloodhillooc.dreamwidth.org/7231.html?thread=196927#cmt196927