Para Application
NAME: Kae
JOURNAL: tafkae
EMAIL: mawarirashin@gmail.com
AIM: Sennen Tafkae
WIKI NAME: Tafkae
CHARACTERS: Ivan (Golden Sun)
CHARACTER NAME: Aradia Megido (apocalypseArisen)
FANDOM: Homestuck
CANON POINT: Shortly after she reaches God Tier. Given all the time travel and out-of-chronological-order updates, it's tough to nail it down tighter than that ;;
WHAT THEY LOST: Her resistance to mind control. In canon, Aradia is in the unique position of being the only person Vriska (and presumably others) can't directly mind-control. This works out pretty well for her, since she strongly resents being controlled or pushed around by any outside force, even her future self. Under this loss, though, anyone with mind control powers would be able to take full use of her and her powers without resistance, much to her chagrin.
Obviously, she also can't travel back and forth in time anymore, either, but that doesn't really count as a loss.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Aradia's pretty hard to sum up in a few words, not least because she has no less than four different personalities over the course of the series. When she was alive, she was a friendly, fun-loving girl who, although plagued by the voices of the dead, still cared deeply about her friends and life in general. After she died, she lost interest in basically everything except wanton destruction. Eventually she got a new robot body, which, while necessary to their ultimate quest, amplified her frustration and anger to the point where Karkat started calling her a "tin can psychopath." Now, though, her soulbot has exploded, allowing her to be resurrected in the body of the dream-self she never knew she had... and for the first time, she feels truly alive. The last one, the resurrected Aradia, is the personality she'll be arriving with.
All right, now that that bit of clarification's out of the way, let's get down to business. Aradia is a troll, a gray-skinned alien from the troll planet Alternia. Her blood, while a pretty normal color among humans, sets her in the lowest possible echelon of the troll caste system. Not that she cares about that, though, she finds the hemospectrum kind of silly anyway. When she was alive, she was a great aficionado of archaeology and extreme role-playing, although the former led her to a secret game that would destroy her universe and the latter led to her death. She never did either one for profit or levels or treasure, though. What she liked (and likes again, now that she's alive) is the thrill of discovery and the fun of playing games with her friends, and she's likely to pick up her hobbies anew in Paradisa.
Aradia bears the in-game title of "Maid of Time," and since her latest death allowed her access to the high-level God Tiers, her control over the flow of time is theoretically limited only by her own creativity. She's been shown hopping through time like it's nothing, as well as freezing a supposedly unstoppable demon in time for as long as she can concentrate. The passage of time doesn't mean a lot to someone like her, which allows her to be singularly patient and not too bothered at taking side excursions.
Conversely, though, she's struggled with an insidious, fatalistic malaise for much of her life (and post-life). Even before her fateful SGRUB session began, she was basically shoehorned into one inevitable event after another - first by the voices of the dead, then by her own future selves as they told her what happened next, then by Dersite exiles sending her commands from 600 years in the future, and possibly even from the eldritch horrorterrors of the Furthest Ring themselves. Though she went along with their commands, her independent nature rankled at them, finding it at best boring, and at worst, murderously infuriating.
However, since her resurrection, Aradia's decided she's had enough of dying and enough of taking orders. She has mentioned a "master" that she and Dave, as time controllers, supposedly serve, but she seems to be doing it willingly. In any case, it's her decision, and no one else's, who she listens to, and what she decides to do. Her exact goals at the moment are a little ambiguous, but they very clearly involve not dying anymore.
Much like the first time she was alive, she's very friendly and open-minded toward others. It's still possible to cross the line of her patience, and harming someone she cares about is a pretty surefire way to do it, but at the same time, experience has taught her not to get bogged down in a cycle of revenge. She tries to be decently cordial to her enemies, which is less strange when you consider that being openly hateful is a type of romantic advance in troll culture. She's got a healthy and slightly teasing sense of humor, and doesn't put much stock in what others think of her - which, granted, can be a bad thing when she's not in a good mood, but still.
So yeah TL;DR: Was dead, isn't now, was mean and bitter, isn't now, timey-wimey, fairy wings, Troll Indiana Jones, blibble blabble.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
This was supposed to be the interior of a bubbled memory, so it momentarily surprised Aradia to find herself hovering in a respiteblock she'd never seen before. After a moment, she landed lightly, and her wings fluttered to a stop as she took her bearings. It was rather absurdly posh, by her standards, and she knew enough about humans to wonder if it wasn't pretty over-the-top by theirs, too. Whose memory was this, anyway? Was it a memory? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't her own.
Curious but calm, she gave the block a quick circuit or two. An experimental prod against the bed revealed it to be soft and springy, and for a moment she was seized with the silly temptation to jump on it. She might have given in, too, had the open book lying on a table nearby not stolen her attention.
She picked it up gently, listening to the hum of voices emanating from its pages. Beneath her fingertips, text in a hundred hands scrawled itself across the parchment. It appeared, at a glance, to be both writing and reading itself. At once she knew it to be an object of great historical significance, and would have captchalogued it immediately if she hadn't just blown up her sylladex along with her robot body. Oops. Well, in that case she would just carry it with her for safekeeping and future perusal, and so that ultimately, it could find its way to the museum where it rightly belonged.
It was growing increasingly clear to her, meanwhile, that this wasn't a memory at all, nor any kind of bubble, for that matter. She couldn't leave it, or return to a point in time before she'd entered it, although that would have been a long shot in any case. The transolcation was strange and mysterious to say the least. But there was plenty of time to figure it out. If there was one thing she had in abundance, it was time.
Turning suddenly to the window, she flicked her fingers upward, then her palm outward, and the window unlatched and swung open just as if she'd actually touched it. Her wings twitched back to life, and in another second she was gone, floating out over the grounds, and the red curtain fluttered through the window after her.
SECOND-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
> Aradia: Wake.
You cannot wake up because you were not asleep to begin with!
Besides, you already did that, and it was awesome.
> Inspect surroundings.
You are in a room vaguely resembling a HUMAN RESPITEBLOCK, although not one you recognize. This one is RATHER ABSURDLY POSH, and you are quite certain it is not one of your memories. Seriously, who even does up their hive like this? Pretty stupid if you ask you.
> Jump on bed immediately.
That would be incredibly silly!
But the soft cushy mattress... it beckons. All right maybe just one bounce wouldn't oh wow what's up with that book there.
> Read book.
You don't have to read it. It's actually talking to you. Although you could if you wanted, you guess. It seems to be in the process of writing itself! Clearly this is an object of GREAT HISTORICAL SIGNIFICANCE. It should be handled with respect, and one day lovingly displayed in a MUSEUM, where it belongs.
It seems to be documenting a lot of DRAMA and GIBBERISH at the moment, though. You wouldn't know where to begin.
> Captchalogue book.
Your SYLLADEX blew up with your robot body, stupid! You will have to carry it around like a normal person.
> Stuff book in pocket and get to exploring.
You're... you're not sure this outfit actually has pockets. You don't typically go around stuffing things down your pants. But the exploring you can definitely get behind.
This is where being able to fly is nice. It means you don't have to plummet to your death when you jump out windows like this.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
im not sure what everyone is so worked up about
yes its a little unnerving to find yourself in an unfamiliar place against your will
with all its unfamiliar mechanics and dubious objectives
but its effectively just a concentration of sidequests with no physical or temporal bearing on the alpha timeline
and the general understanding holds that we will eventually return to that timeline without incident
in the exact moment that we exited it
with no memory of exiting it or anything that transpired here
so my professional opinion as maid of time is
its not something to worry about :)
if nothing else it could prove an entertaining diversion
or it could even have some unknown significance to our existing quest
there may be some reason we were brought here
for instance to unlock the mysteries of this world just as we did with the other twelve
although it may just be an optional level if you will
nonetheless im pretty excited to get started! :D
INTENT: Well, recent Homestuck updates have made Aradia my new favorite troll, and since Para has such an awesome MSPA cast and awesome peeps in general, it seemed like the perfect place to play her. I expect she'll like exploring the place and helping to unravel its secrets. ♥
JOURNAL: tafkae
EMAIL: mawarirashin@gmail.com
AIM: Sennen Tafkae
WIKI NAME: Tafkae
CHARACTERS: Ivan (Golden Sun)
CHARACTER NAME: Aradia Megido (apocalypseArisen)
FANDOM: Homestuck
CANON POINT: Shortly after she reaches God Tier. Given all the time travel and out-of-chronological-order updates, it's tough to nail it down tighter than that ;;
WHAT THEY LOST: Her resistance to mind control. In canon, Aradia is in the unique position of being the only person Vriska (and presumably others) can't directly mind-control. This works out pretty well for her, since she strongly resents being controlled or pushed around by any outside force, even her future self. Under this loss, though, anyone with mind control powers would be able to take full use of her and her powers without resistance, much to her chagrin.
Obviously, she also can't travel back and forth in time anymore, either, but that doesn't really count as a loss.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Aradia's pretty hard to sum up in a few words, not least because she has no less than four different personalities over the course of the series. When she was alive, she was a friendly, fun-loving girl who, although plagued by the voices of the dead, still cared deeply about her friends and life in general. After she died, she lost interest in basically everything except wanton destruction. Eventually she got a new robot body, which, while necessary to their ultimate quest, amplified her frustration and anger to the point where Karkat started calling her a "tin can psychopath." Now, though, her soulbot has exploded, allowing her to be resurrected in the body of the dream-self she never knew she had... and for the first time, she feels truly alive. The last one, the resurrected Aradia, is the personality she'll be arriving with.
All right, now that that bit of clarification's out of the way, let's get down to business. Aradia is a troll, a gray-skinned alien from the troll planet Alternia. Her blood, while a pretty normal color among humans, sets her in the lowest possible echelon of the troll caste system. Not that she cares about that, though, she finds the hemospectrum kind of silly anyway. When she was alive, she was a great aficionado of archaeology and extreme role-playing, although the former led her to a secret game that would destroy her universe and the latter led to her death. She never did either one for profit or levels or treasure, though. What she liked (and likes again, now that she's alive) is the thrill of discovery and the fun of playing games with her friends, and she's likely to pick up her hobbies anew in Paradisa.
Aradia bears the in-game title of "Maid of Time," and since her latest death allowed her access to the high-level God Tiers, her control over the flow of time is theoretically limited only by her own creativity. She's been shown hopping through time like it's nothing, as well as freezing a supposedly unstoppable demon in time for as long as she can concentrate. The passage of time doesn't mean a lot to someone like her, which allows her to be singularly patient and not too bothered at taking side excursions.
Conversely, though, she's struggled with an insidious, fatalistic malaise for much of her life (and post-life). Even before her fateful SGRUB session began, she was basically shoehorned into one inevitable event after another - first by the voices of the dead, then by her own future selves as they told her what happened next, then by Dersite exiles sending her commands from 600 years in the future, and possibly even from the eldritch horrorterrors of the Furthest Ring themselves. Though she went along with their commands, her independent nature rankled at them, finding it at best boring, and at worst, murderously infuriating.
However, since her resurrection, Aradia's decided she's had enough of dying and enough of taking orders. She has mentioned a "master" that she and Dave, as time controllers, supposedly serve, but she seems to be doing it willingly. In any case, it's her decision, and no one else's, who she listens to, and what she decides to do. Her exact goals at the moment are a little ambiguous, but they very clearly involve not dying anymore.
Much like the first time she was alive, she's very friendly and open-minded toward others. It's still possible to cross the line of her patience, and harming someone she cares about is a pretty surefire way to do it, but at the same time, experience has taught her not to get bogged down in a cycle of revenge. She tries to be decently cordial to her enemies, which is less strange when you consider that being openly hateful is a type of romantic advance in troll culture. She's got a healthy and slightly teasing sense of humor, and doesn't put much stock in what others think of her - which, granted, can be a bad thing when she's not in a good mood, but still.
So yeah TL;DR: Was dead, isn't now, was mean and bitter, isn't now, timey-wimey, fairy wings, Troll Indiana Jones, blibble blabble.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
This was supposed to be the interior of a bubbled memory, so it momentarily surprised Aradia to find herself hovering in a respiteblock she'd never seen before. After a moment, she landed lightly, and her wings fluttered to a stop as she took her bearings. It was rather absurdly posh, by her standards, and she knew enough about humans to wonder if it wasn't pretty over-the-top by theirs, too. Whose memory was this, anyway? Was it a memory? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't her own.
Curious but calm, she gave the block a quick circuit or two. An experimental prod against the bed revealed it to be soft and springy, and for a moment she was seized with the silly temptation to jump on it. She might have given in, too, had the open book lying on a table nearby not stolen her attention.
She picked it up gently, listening to the hum of voices emanating from its pages. Beneath her fingertips, text in a hundred hands scrawled itself across the parchment. It appeared, at a glance, to be both writing and reading itself. At once she knew it to be an object of great historical significance, and would have captchalogued it immediately if she hadn't just blown up her sylladex along with her robot body. Oops. Well, in that case she would just carry it with her for safekeeping and future perusal, and so that ultimately, it could find its way to the museum where it rightly belonged.
It was growing increasingly clear to her, meanwhile, that this wasn't a memory at all, nor any kind of bubble, for that matter. She couldn't leave it, or return to a point in time before she'd entered it, although that would have been a long shot in any case. The transolcation was strange and mysterious to say the least. But there was plenty of time to figure it out. If there was one thing she had in abundance, it was time.
Turning suddenly to the window, she flicked her fingers upward, then her palm outward, and the window unlatched and swung open just as if she'd actually touched it. Her wings twitched back to life, and in another second she was gone, floating out over the grounds, and the red curtain fluttered through the window after her.
SECOND-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
> Aradia: Wake.
You cannot wake up because you were not asleep to begin with!
Besides, you already did that, and it was awesome.
> Inspect surroundings.
You are in a room vaguely resembling a HUMAN RESPITEBLOCK, although not one you recognize. This one is RATHER ABSURDLY POSH, and you are quite certain it is not one of your memories. Seriously, who even does up their hive like this? Pretty stupid if you ask you.
> Jump on bed immediately.
That would be incredibly silly!
But the soft cushy mattress... it beckons. All right maybe just one bounce wouldn't oh wow what's up with that book there.
> Read book.
You don't have to read it. It's actually talking to you. Although you could if you wanted, you guess. It seems to be in the process of writing itself! Clearly this is an object of GREAT HISTORICAL SIGNIFICANCE. It should be handled with respect, and one day lovingly displayed in a MUSEUM, where it belongs.
It seems to be documenting a lot of DRAMA and GIBBERISH at the moment, though. You wouldn't know where to begin.
> Captchalogue book.
Your SYLLADEX blew up with your robot body, stupid! You will have to carry it around like a normal person.
> Stuff book in pocket and get to exploring.
You're... you're not sure this outfit actually has pockets. You don't typically go around stuffing things down your pants. But the exploring you can definitely get behind.
This is where being able to fly is nice. It means you don't have to plummet to your death when you jump out windows like this.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
im not sure what everyone is so worked up about
yes its a little unnerving to find yourself in an unfamiliar place against your will
with all its unfamiliar mechanics and dubious objectives
but its effectively just a concentration of sidequests with no physical or temporal bearing on the alpha timeline
and the general understanding holds that we will eventually return to that timeline without incident
in the exact moment that we exited it
with no memory of exiting it or anything that transpired here
so my professional opinion as maid of time is
its not something to worry about :)
if nothing else it could prove an entertaining diversion
or it could even have some unknown significance to our existing quest
there may be some reason we were brought here
for instance to unlock the mysteries of this world just as we did with the other twelve
although it may just be an optional level if you will
nonetheless im pretty excited to get started! :D
INTENT: Well, recent Homestuck updates have made Aradia my new favorite troll, and since Para has such an awesome MSPA cast and awesome peeps in general, it seemed like the perfect place to play her. I expect she'll like exploring the place and helping to unravel its secrets. ♥