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PLAYER
Name: Gray
Personal Journal: graycalls
E-mail: Graycalls@aol.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM/Plurk: Graycalls
CHARACTER
Name: Nepeta Leijon
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: As she’s crawling through the vents, so she still isn’t sure what’s going on, thinks Gamzee’s still sane, and Equius is still alive.
Personality:
Nepeta is a feral troll. Unlike other troll-grubs, who were taken by their lusus, the adopted parents of trollkind, to a communal hive stem (apartment building) or to a location where they could build their own hive (all trollkind either find, or make their own hive, as another way to eliminate the weak of mind and body), Nepeta was taken to her Lusus’ cave, out in the wilderness. As thus, although the wild surroundings lead to her great strength and agility, it also lead to her being very naive, due to lack of exposure to other trolls and their manipulations. She always feels that things will turn out for the best, and doesn’t seem to have the inbreed negativity and hopelessness that all the other trolls have.
She, like most trolls her age, puts finding and filling her quadrants in high priority, but unlike all the others, she extends this urge not only towards herself, but towards others. This manifests in the form of a ‘Shipping wall’, wherein she draws pictures of her friends in various shipping combinations, with comments underneath, such as an ‘Oh, yeesssss’ under a picture of herself and Karkat filling the matesprit quadrant, or an ‘Oh, nooooo’ under a picture of Karkat and Vriska filling the same quadrant. This wall further reflects her determination to focus on the positive, as she has few, if any, blackrom relationships on her wall.
For all this, Nepeta is quite capable of reading and deflecting other’s emotions, and has developed a strong and lasting moirail relationship with Equius, a blueblooded engineer who was born with the genetic mutation of freakish strength, to the point where he broke someone's ribs by accident, and merely touching his lusus bruised him. It has been said that, if it weren’t for her interference, he would have been in a far worse state. As his current state is that of someone who is willing to stand there and let someone kill him simply because they are higher on the hemospectrum, it is clear that he would have died far sooner if not for her interference.
She loves her lusus, as reflected by her typing quirk- a :33 before every line, a copy of the face of her lusus, a large felinoid with two mouths. She uses cat-related puns often, and roleplays as a felinoid. Her weapon of choice is a pair of gloves with claws that extend and retract, and she is very good at using them, being probably the most experienced fighter of all the trolls at the beginning of the game. Her reaction to the death of her lusus was never addressed in canon.
Her blood color is a green, placing her in the lower middle level of the hemospectrum. Although she isn’t considered a ‘rustblood’, she isn’t nobility, and this doesn’t, actually, cause as many problems to her as it might with other characters in the story. Like the other trolls, she types in and wears her blood color, making it obvious at a glance exactly where on the hierarchy she is. Unlike others, the whole blood business seems irrelevant to her; she makes no effort to lord her statue above those lower than her, and she has no problems standing up to those higher than her.
As she had never slept in a recuperacocoon, she had never experienced the relief they, and the soper slime within, granted from the nightmares trolls have nightly, and, as thus, the loss of her dream world, Derse, didn’t affect her like it did the rest of her kind. This loss means that they are exposed to the Horrorterrors, the things that inspired Cthulhu that dwell in the nightmare realm between the dream worlds.
First Person:
[The video post shows a close-up of a frowning young girl, with black hair, slate gray skin, candycorn colored horns, and a bright blue hat on. It’s possibly enough to make one stick around to hear her out, simply on the sheer peculiarity of how she looks. She seems to be fidgeting with the watch for a few seconds, before she looks at the camera with confused yellow eyes.] I think this is transmitting… Is anyone receiving? I think I found a new portal, I don’t know where I am, and I can’t find a way back!
[She pauses for a response, looking over her shoulder nervously]
Third Person:
Nepeta grinned, peeking over the edge of the white crested hill at her Moirail. He was still looking for her! She ducked down out of sight when he started turning to her direction, his irritated huffs just barely audible. She just needed to get closer… Nepeta slid down the hill carefully, sending some of the little cubes that gave her world it’s name flying. Once she was down far enough to not alert her prey to her presence, she then headed to the side, over to a rock that she had noted as one that would be perfect for cover, and then a launching pad for a flying tackle once the opportunity was right.
Nepeta reached the cover with a minimum of noise and, after a moment, peeked over to see Equius’ location. He was standing with his back to her, obviously irritated at her ‘e%cruciating immaturity’. He was within tackle distance. Nepeta grinned again, and slinked up onto the rock silently. She paused, momentarily, getting her balance on the rock, then crouched, aimed, and leaped, claws extended, yowling out a battle cry. With anyone else, she would have pulled the claws, not even attempted this risky maneuver- but her moirail was STRONG. He could take all that she could dish out.
Name: Gray
Personal Journal: graycalls
E-mail: Graycalls@aol.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM/Plurk: Graycalls
CHARACTER
Name: Nepeta Leijon
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: As she’s crawling through the vents, so she still isn’t sure what’s going on, thinks Gamzee’s still sane, and Equius is still alive.
Personality:
Nepeta is a feral troll. Unlike other troll-grubs, who were taken by their lusus, the adopted parents of trollkind, to a communal hive stem (apartment building) or to a location where they could build their own hive (all trollkind either find, or make their own hive, as another way to eliminate the weak of mind and body), Nepeta was taken to her Lusus’ cave, out in the wilderness. As thus, although the wild surroundings lead to her great strength and agility, it also lead to her being very naive, due to lack of exposure to other trolls and their manipulations. She always feels that things will turn out for the best, and doesn’t seem to have the inbreed negativity and hopelessness that all the other trolls have.
She, like most trolls her age, puts finding and filling her quadrants in high priority, but unlike all the others, she extends this urge not only towards herself, but towards others. This manifests in the form of a ‘Shipping wall’, wherein she draws pictures of her friends in various shipping combinations, with comments underneath, such as an ‘Oh, yeesssss’ under a picture of herself and Karkat filling the matesprit quadrant, or an ‘Oh, nooooo’ under a picture of Karkat and Vriska filling the same quadrant. This wall further reflects her determination to focus on the positive, as she has few, if any, blackrom relationships on her wall.
For all this, Nepeta is quite capable of reading and deflecting other’s emotions, and has developed a strong and lasting moirail relationship with Equius, a blueblooded engineer who was born with the genetic mutation of freakish strength, to the point where he broke someone's ribs by accident, and merely touching his lusus bruised him. It has been said that, if it weren’t for her interference, he would have been in a far worse state. As his current state is that of someone who is willing to stand there and let someone kill him simply because they are higher on the hemospectrum, it is clear that he would have died far sooner if not for her interference.
She loves her lusus, as reflected by her typing quirk- a :33 before every line, a copy of the face of her lusus, a large felinoid with two mouths. She uses cat-related puns often, and roleplays as a felinoid. Her weapon of choice is a pair of gloves with claws that extend and retract, and she is very good at using them, being probably the most experienced fighter of all the trolls at the beginning of the game. Her reaction to the death of her lusus was never addressed in canon.
Her blood color is a green, placing her in the lower middle level of the hemospectrum. Although she isn’t considered a ‘rustblood’, she isn’t nobility, and this doesn’t, actually, cause as many problems to her as it might with other characters in the story. Like the other trolls, she types in and wears her blood color, making it obvious at a glance exactly where on the hierarchy she is. Unlike others, the whole blood business seems irrelevant to her; she makes no effort to lord her statue above those lower than her, and she has no problems standing up to those higher than her.
As she had never slept in a recuperacocoon, she had never experienced the relief they, and the soper slime within, granted from the nightmares trolls have nightly, and, as thus, the loss of her dream world, Derse, didn’t affect her like it did the rest of her kind. This loss means that they are exposed to the Horrorterrors, the things that inspired Cthulhu that dwell in the nightmare realm between the dream worlds.
First Person:
[The video post shows a close-up of a frowning young girl, with black hair, slate gray skin, candycorn colored horns, and a bright blue hat on. It’s possibly enough to make one stick around to hear her out, simply on the sheer peculiarity of how she looks. She seems to be fidgeting with the watch for a few seconds, before she looks at the camera with confused yellow eyes.] I think this is transmitting… Is anyone receiving? I think I found a new portal, I don’t know where I am, and I can’t find a way back!
[She pauses for a response, looking over her shoulder nervously]
Third Person:
Nepeta grinned, peeking over the edge of the white crested hill at her Moirail. He was still looking for her! She ducked down out of sight when he started turning to her direction, his irritated huffs just barely audible. She just needed to get closer… Nepeta slid down the hill carefully, sending some of the little cubes that gave her world it’s name flying. Once she was down far enough to not alert her prey to her presence, she then headed to the side, over to a rock that she had noted as one that would be perfect for cover, and then a launching pad for a flying tackle once the opportunity was right.
Nepeta reached the cover with a minimum of noise and, after a moment, peeked over to see Equius’ location. He was standing with his back to her, obviously irritated at her ‘e%cruciating immaturity’. He was within tackle distance. Nepeta grinned again, and slinked up onto the rock silently. She paused, momentarily, getting her balance on the rock, then crouched, aimed, and leaped, claws extended, yowling out a battle cry. With anyone else, she would have pulled the claws, not even attempted this risky maneuver- but her moirail was STRONG. He could take all that she could dish out.