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Name: Mikey
Personal Journal:earmeat
Contact: AIM/PLURK: mikeyetc EMAIL: mikeymalicious@gmail.com
Age/Birthdate: 17; September 25th, 1994
Characters already played here: N/A
Character information
Character's Name: Dave Strider
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: 13
Timeline: EOA5
Canon Resource Link:
-Dave Strider
-Homestuck
Personality:
What you will see with Dave first and foremost is what you will see with most people; the surface. Whether he is willing to admit it or not, Dave puts up an act when you first meet him, and keeps it up for as long as he possibly can before breaking. He is the cool kid, filled to the brim with irony and non-existent fucks. That is his story, and he is sticking to it, whether you choose to believe it or not. And if you are planning to sit around and wait for Dave Strider to crack, then you are going to be waiting for a long time, because he is one tough cookie when it comes to keeping his emotions quiet. Even when his brother died, the only guardian, the only family that he had ever known, he didn't break. He kept up his face when people were looking, refusing to appear emotionally affected in any way other than slight frustration, which he assigned to his not being able to gank the cool sword from his brother's corpse. While this may paint a picture of a rather cold and uncaring young man, Dave is, in reality, only trying to defend himself with his facade. He will keep cool, calm, and collected in almost any given situation, with anger being, perhaps, the only negative emotion to show through. Then again, he isn't too keen on showing off positive emotions either, even if he does have his fun rapping, mixing beats, and getting people's goats.
Though, while keeping up his face may be Dave's most instinctual motivation for his day to day life, there is something that is far more important to him, and that is his friends. It may not seem so right away, but Dave cares immensely for his friends, and would no doubt do anything that he could for them if they needed it. Sure, he throws his poses up for them and plays the cool card, but when they need him, you bet your ass he will do everything in his power to help them out. The fact of the matter is, Dave Strider is one hell of a friend to have once you get him to that stage, and though he may never open up the way that other people do, he will show his appreciation through little things, like the occassional, platonic, unironic, "I love you, man," and things like that. And, as it was mentioned before, once you are in a tight spot and need his help, Dave will fight armies to get to you if he has to.
But Dave is a hero at heart. He has a good heart underneath all of that hipster, and though you may not expect it, he will help someone in need, even if he doesn't consider them a close friend; hell, even if they are a complete stranger. He may not go out of his way to be friendly toward someone; he may tease unneccesarily or act lick an insufferable prick, as he has been known to do, but when push comes to shove, if he sees someone in a tight spot, and he can help them out of it, he will. Of course, he also won't hesitate to kick your ass if you are the one committing the crime in such a situation.
That being said, Dave does prefer to stay out of other people's business if he can't find any relevance in it. He's not nosey by any means, and he would prefer that other people were the same way. So if something trivial is going on, don't expect him to come play peacemaker; you'll only be disappointed. Keep Dave interested, and he'll come around, but annoy him too much, and he'll ollie out without giving it another thought. He doesn't take any stock in being polite unless he has some mad respect for you, and even then, if he can get away with being a sarcastic asshole, chances are he will. Even with his protective barrier up, Dave does think rather highly of himself, and while he is not entirely selfish, he certainly can be.
In short, having Dave Strider on your team is no doubt an asset. He's an extremely loyal and loving friend, and not an all around bad guy otherwise. Since being unaffected is part of his whole deal, you would have to do some pretty serious shit to get on his bad side, but land there, and you'll have a worthy adversary. But, generally, Dave is just a pretty chill dude, content to kick back and do whatever he feels when the task at hand is light.
Powers:
On top of being a general badass with a halved shitty ninja sword, Dave has all but mastered time travel in his canon at the point from which I am taking him. Unfortunately, these powers will be lost upon his arrival at the asylum. Instead, he will be able to "stop time" only by breaking every clock he comes in contact with in any way. Hell, even looking at them may be enough...And they will break in various ways. Maybe a wall clock will shatter, or maybe the hands will simply stop. Maybe it'll suddenly become "7:84am" for no discernable reason. Who knows. This power will, of course, have no actual bearing on the flow of time.
Appearance:
Suitability/eligibility:
Dave may only be thirteen years old technically, but there is doubt in my mind that he will be able to handle pretty much anything that comes his way during his time at the asylum. Though the events will be dangerous at times, it can't be any worse than the sort of danger he's had to deal with all throughout he and his friend's game of SBURB. Not to mention, his entire life he was trained by his older brother in the way of sword fighting, where they would often have dangerous battles on top of the roof of their skyscraper apartment buildling. Emotionally, he's able to keep cool enough to keep his head in a tough situation, and along with the combat training, speed, and wit that he has at his disposal, I don't think there should be any problem with him coming to the Asylum.
Third-Person Sample:
There's something about seeing him like this...Still, entirely still on the ground, lying there, just a few feet away...
There's something about it, and somehow, for the first few seconds, Dave is able to ignore the sword protruding from his brother's chest; he's able to ignore the pool of blood, ever-widening beneath his body.
But it's that stillness...
Lord, he had never seen his brother so still...Always moving, that was Bro. You'd never know when that guy was gonna pop up next...Growing up it used to frustrate him so much, but now...
God, now there's this ringing in his ears...this unfamiliar tightening in his stomach.
He's tense; nervous. He almost feels as if his brother will spring up at any moment to deliver the final blow of a battle that's already ended...
But with Bro, the battle was never over...It had never been over before. For them, it had never been over...
And it's a weak, vague confusion that clouds his head now, not sadness or anger...He's waiting, preparing himself to dodge some ill attack, waiting to blink, because he's sure that as soon as he does, that still body on the ground will disappear, and he'll be hit from behind, or maybe thrown across the field...
But what flashes before his eyes now isn't that motion, that jerking sprint that he'd grown so accustomed to in his peripheral vision.
Someone is trying to get a hold of him.
He hesitates a moment; his mind is foggy, and there's this lump in his throat that he can't remember developing. He sucks in a sharp breath, swallows it down, and slightly frustrated for a reason he can't quite figure out, he answers her.
Another stupid troll. One he's talked to before, one that he doesn't mind so much, not normally...but right now.
He has to be ready...Ready for something, ready for that blow that's got him all shaken up for some reason...
And they talk about it. They talk about how his brother is dead and how she should leave him alone for a while, and he types it out, and he reads it over, and he shrugs it off, and he doesn't feel a thing...
It seems like an excuse. Something to get her to shut up and leave him alone so he can focus...and boy, is it getting hard to focus now, even with her absence.
His grip tightens around nothing. His brow furrows in concentration, and he watches that still body, more limp than an unmanned puppet on a shelf...He looked away once. He broke his focus long enough to tell Terezi to fuck off, and still, that body lays there, taunting him.
It was too easy. Too convenient. Bro wouldn't have taken that bait, not in a thousand years...
So it makes sense. He hasn't made his move yet, and that...makes sense.
He watches, intensely, standing there, only feet away from him...And then, as if to test it, he blinks, once, quickly...then again...and again, and again, and--
"Goddammit--"
There she is again. He grits his teeth, sucks in another breath, and answers her. And he keeps it cool. He keeps it real cool, just like he always does...but he feels it now, this slow, sinking realization...
And Bro is lying there, so fucking still, it's just about driving him crazy...
Oh, and he can feel something building, something he plays off as frustration, something that's shaking him to the fucking bone, and he dances around with Terezi for a few more minutes before he gets her to go away...
And then he backs up, not thinking, just moving...and like he said, with a deep breath, with precise steps...he moves toward his brother.
He makes the first move.
He jumps, lands his feet at an angle, tries to get the blade to come out clean...
And still stuck in the cold, limp, infuriating stillness, that fucker doesn't budge...And that asshole wins again...
His final fucking blow.
He lands hard on his back, so hard, in fact, that it damn near knocks the wind out of him...And for a moment, he feels something rush up inside of him, unfamiliar in nature, but not so in speed...and for a few seconds there, he's unable to stifle it; unable to push it back and save himself the grimace...
It rattles him.
And this time...for the first time in a long time...for the firs time since he was just a kid...He stays there.
Flat on the ground, entirely still, he stays, waiting for his brother to urge him stand.
First-Person Sample:
well
would you look at that
15:93am everybody
you know what that means
aside from the fact that every sorry excuse for a timepiece in this place turns into a festering pile of horseshit the second i look at it
its apple juice time
[Why? Because, goddammit, you have waited long enough. And besides. Every time is apple juice time. Even the times that don't exist.]
so
if one of you assholes would be so kind as to point your friendly neighborhood strider in the direction of the nearest vending machine
then fuck
i think we may just make it to sixteen oclock
Anything else? N/A
Name: Mikey
Personal Journal:
earmeatContact: AIM/PLURK: mikeyetc EMAIL: mikeymalicious@gmail.com
Age/Birthdate: 17; September 25th, 1994
Characters already played here: N/A
Character information
Character's Name: Dave Strider
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: 13
Timeline: EOA5
Canon Resource Link:
-Dave Strider
-Homestuck
Personality:
What you will see with Dave first and foremost is what you will see with most people; the surface. Whether he is willing to admit it or not, Dave puts up an act when you first meet him, and keeps it up for as long as he possibly can before breaking. He is the cool kid, filled to the brim with irony and non-existent fucks. That is his story, and he is sticking to it, whether you choose to believe it or not. And if you are planning to sit around and wait for Dave Strider to crack, then you are going to be waiting for a long time, because he is one tough cookie when it comes to keeping his emotions quiet. Even when his brother died, the only guardian, the only family that he had ever known, he didn't break. He kept up his face when people were looking, refusing to appear emotionally affected in any way other than slight frustration, which he assigned to his not being able to gank the cool sword from his brother's corpse. While this may paint a picture of a rather cold and uncaring young man, Dave is, in reality, only trying to defend himself with his facade. He will keep cool, calm, and collected in almost any given situation, with anger being, perhaps, the only negative emotion to show through. Then again, he isn't too keen on showing off positive emotions either, even if he does have his fun rapping, mixing beats, and getting people's goats.
Though, while keeping up his face may be Dave's most instinctual motivation for his day to day life, there is something that is far more important to him, and that is his friends. It may not seem so right away, but Dave cares immensely for his friends, and would no doubt do anything that he could for them if they needed it. Sure, he throws his poses up for them and plays the cool card, but when they need him, you bet your ass he will do everything in his power to help them out. The fact of the matter is, Dave Strider is one hell of a friend to have once you get him to that stage, and though he may never open up the way that other people do, he will show his appreciation through little things, like the occassional, platonic, unironic, "I love you, man," and things like that. And, as it was mentioned before, once you are in a tight spot and need his help, Dave will fight armies to get to you if he has to.
But Dave is a hero at heart. He has a good heart underneath all of that hipster, and though you may not expect it, he will help someone in need, even if he doesn't consider them a close friend; hell, even if they are a complete stranger. He may not go out of his way to be friendly toward someone; he may tease unneccesarily or act lick an insufferable prick, as he has been known to do, but when push comes to shove, if he sees someone in a tight spot, and he can help them out of it, he will. Of course, he also won't hesitate to kick your ass if you are the one committing the crime in such a situation.
That being said, Dave does prefer to stay out of other people's business if he can't find any relevance in it. He's not nosey by any means, and he would prefer that other people were the same way. So if something trivial is going on, don't expect him to come play peacemaker; you'll only be disappointed. Keep Dave interested, and he'll come around, but annoy him too much, and he'll ollie out without giving it another thought. He doesn't take any stock in being polite unless he has some mad respect for you, and even then, if he can get away with being a sarcastic asshole, chances are he will. Even with his protective barrier up, Dave does think rather highly of himself, and while he is not entirely selfish, he certainly can be.
In short, having Dave Strider on your team is no doubt an asset. He's an extremely loyal and loving friend, and not an all around bad guy otherwise. Since being unaffected is part of his whole deal, you would have to do some pretty serious shit to get on his bad side, but land there, and you'll have a worthy adversary. But, generally, Dave is just a pretty chill dude, content to kick back and do whatever he feels when the task at hand is light.
Powers:
On top of being a general badass with a halved shitty ninja sword, Dave has all but mastered time travel in his canon at the point from which I am taking him. Unfortunately, these powers will be lost upon his arrival at the asylum. Instead, he will be able to "stop time" only by breaking every clock he comes in contact with in any way. Hell, even looking at them may be enough...And they will break in various ways. Maybe a wall clock will shatter, or maybe the hands will simply stop. Maybe it'll suddenly become "7:84am" for no discernable reason. Who knows. This power will, of course, have no actual bearing on the flow of time.
Appearance:
Suitability/eligibility:
Dave may only be thirteen years old technically, but there is doubt in my mind that he will be able to handle pretty much anything that comes his way during his time at the asylum. Though the events will be dangerous at times, it can't be any worse than the sort of danger he's had to deal with all throughout he and his friend's game of SBURB. Not to mention, his entire life he was trained by his older brother in the way of sword fighting, where they would often have dangerous battles on top of the roof of their skyscraper apartment buildling. Emotionally, he's able to keep cool enough to keep his head in a tough situation, and along with the combat training, speed, and wit that he has at his disposal, I don't think there should be any problem with him coming to the Asylum.
Third-Person Sample:
There's something about seeing him like this...Still, entirely still on the ground, lying there, just a few feet away...
There's something about it, and somehow, for the first few seconds, Dave is able to ignore the sword protruding from his brother's chest; he's able to ignore the pool of blood, ever-widening beneath his body.
But it's that stillness...
Lord, he had never seen his brother so still...Always moving, that was Bro. You'd never know when that guy was gonna pop up next...Growing up it used to frustrate him so much, but now...
God, now there's this ringing in his ears...this unfamiliar tightening in his stomach.
He's tense; nervous. He almost feels as if his brother will spring up at any moment to deliver the final blow of a battle that's already ended...
But with Bro, the battle was never over...It had never been over before. For them, it had never been over...
And it's a weak, vague confusion that clouds his head now, not sadness or anger...He's waiting, preparing himself to dodge some ill attack, waiting to blink, because he's sure that as soon as he does, that still body on the ground will disappear, and he'll be hit from behind, or maybe thrown across the field...
But what flashes before his eyes now isn't that motion, that jerking sprint that he'd grown so accustomed to in his peripheral vision.
Someone is trying to get a hold of him.
He hesitates a moment; his mind is foggy, and there's this lump in his throat that he can't remember developing. He sucks in a sharp breath, swallows it down, and slightly frustrated for a reason he can't quite figure out, he answers her.
Another stupid troll. One he's talked to before, one that he doesn't mind so much, not normally...but right now.
He has to be ready...Ready for something, ready for that blow that's got him all shaken up for some reason...
And they talk about it. They talk about how his brother is dead and how she should leave him alone for a while, and he types it out, and he reads it over, and he shrugs it off, and he doesn't feel a thing...
It seems like an excuse. Something to get her to shut up and leave him alone so he can focus...and boy, is it getting hard to focus now, even with her absence.
His grip tightens around nothing. His brow furrows in concentration, and he watches that still body, more limp than an unmanned puppet on a shelf...He looked away once. He broke his focus long enough to tell Terezi to fuck off, and still, that body lays there, taunting him.
It was too easy. Too convenient. Bro wouldn't have taken that bait, not in a thousand years...
So it makes sense. He hasn't made his move yet, and that...makes sense.
He watches, intensely, standing there, only feet away from him...And then, as if to test it, he blinks, once, quickly...then again...and again, and again, and--
"Goddammit--"
There she is again. He grits his teeth, sucks in another breath, and answers her. And he keeps it cool. He keeps it real cool, just like he always does...but he feels it now, this slow, sinking realization...
And Bro is lying there, so fucking still, it's just about driving him crazy...
Oh, and he can feel something building, something he plays off as frustration, something that's shaking him to the fucking bone, and he dances around with Terezi for a few more minutes before he gets her to go away...
And then he backs up, not thinking, just moving...and like he said, with a deep breath, with precise steps...he moves toward his brother.
He makes the first move.
He jumps, lands his feet at an angle, tries to get the blade to come out clean...
And still stuck in the cold, limp, infuriating stillness, that fucker doesn't budge...And that asshole wins again...
His final fucking blow.
He lands hard on his back, so hard, in fact, that it damn near knocks the wind out of him...And for a moment, he feels something rush up inside of him, unfamiliar in nature, but not so in speed...and for a few seconds there, he's unable to stifle it; unable to push it back and save himself the grimace...
It rattles him.
And this time...for the first time in a long time...for the firs time since he was just a kid...He stays there.
Flat on the ground, entirely still, he stays, waiting for his brother to urge him stand.
First-Person Sample:
well
would you look at that
15:93am everybody
you know what that means
aside from the fact that every sorry excuse for a timepiece in this place turns into a festering pile of horseshit the second i look at it
its apple juice time
[Why? Because, goddammit, you have waited long enough. And besides. Every time is apple juice time. Even the times that don't exist.]
so
if one of you assholes would be so kind as to point your friendly neighborhood strider in the direction of the nearest vending machine
then fuck
i think we may just make it to sixteen oclock
Anything else? N/A
