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Player Name: Gnome
Player LJ: mechanagnome
Contact: themechanagnome @AIM mechanagnome @Plurk
Character Number: 0
Character: Equius Zahhak
Fandom: Homestuck / MS Paint Adventures
Personality:
Equius is a very Serious, Mature, Refined Gentleman, if only in his own mind. His rich blue colored blood means that he is a member of Alternia's upper class, and it is not something he takes lightly. He is a firm believer in the principals of the Hemospectrum, and looking down upon those lower on the scale than he is, and regarding those above him a sort of reverence that boarders on fetishistic. However, if someone of lower blood with enough charisma/dignity/force tries to boss him around, it confuses him, and he'll go along with it just because doesn't know what else to do. It's very easy to fluster him, because he takes everything so seriously, and he has a hard time distinguishing jokes, teasing, or sarcasm from sincerity. He also frowns upon lewd language and unbecoming behavior, and has no problems enforcing his high standards on the other trolls, often admonishing them for swearing or anything he feels is childish.
He is also highly educated, with a fairly impressive vocabulary and knowledge of mechanics. He builds robots in his spare time, and has made and installed prosthetic limbs for two of his fellow SGRUB players, implying that he has a basic understanding of anatomy. His hobbies also include collecting traditional (yet disturbing) musclebeast artwork, the noble art of archery (though he's never successfully fired a single arrow), and Alternian Slam Poetry (which is very private for good reasons).
As much as he would like to maintain an air of stoic refinement, he's easily upset and prone to leaping before he looks. He's easily discouraged by failure, criticism, not getting his way, and sometimes even his own strength causing him to fly off into rages. When frustrated, the only things that calm him down are random acts of violence or his moirail, Nepeta. She is the most important person in his life, and he watches over her with fierce devotion, protecting her from the many dangers of the Alternia, whether it's physical harm or simply poor manners. And despite the way he belittles her for roleplaying, he has an active imagination himself, often playing with his robots as if they were other people, talking to them and playing out little fantasies.
Because his instabilities bother him, he prefers to be left alone with his machines. There, the worst that can upset him is when he accidentally breaks a part, or if he runs out of fresh towels. It also reduces the risk of him accidentally hurting someone else with his freakish strength - Oddly enough, despite the fact that he could easily get away with it because of his blood status, never, ever raises a hand to anyone. He always takes his anger out on inanimate objects, such as his robots, or his bows. Though no one torments him out of fear, there are a few trolls who consistently yell at him, and the most he'll do is yell back. Or sweat. Mostly, he sweats.
He's incredibly awkward in social situations, preferring to keep to himself and observe others interacting. It's kind of creepy. When he is engaged in conversation, he's highly condescending to those below him, or the biggest brown-noser in existence to those above him. He takes a lot of hate in stride, holding his head high and proud even though he knows the others laugh at him behind his back.
History:
Timeline: After this pretty silly conversation, and during the beginning section of Seek the Highb100d
Abilities:
Equius is extremely STRONG.
No, really. Just to give a visual example, the ogre he's punching in the last panel is roughly the size of a house.
When giving his custodian a gentle pat, he bruises him.
He also shatters glasses in his hands.
Most of the time, it's more of a hindrance than anything else.
He can also build robots and prosthetic limbs.
And he sweats like nobody's business. It's pretty gross, and he likes to keep towels handy to clean himself off with. These are kept in his sylladex, something everyone in his universe has. He his fetch modus is unspecified in canon, and I like to think he uses the FLE% modus, where his items are bound to various flexes and poses that he must perform in order to retrieve them (this would make it similar to Dave's Hash Modus, the use of a physical movement replacing that of a coded word.)
He is also equipped with three strife specibi; his standard fistkind, bowkind on the offchance he can fire an arrow, and 1/2bowkind, which he sometimes uses to beat enemies with the two halves of the bows he breaks.
Inventory:
Several stacks of towels
Assorted articles of clothing
A pile of bows
A pile of broken bows
A pot of cameowmile tea
Link to an image of the character: This is a STRONGlink to the e%quisite image of an Alternian b100b100d
Sample writing:
Where were they? Where were his tools? He'd had them all in his sylladex, and now, no matter how much he flexed and posed, the only thing he could access was his towels (and some articles of clothing that really did not need to be discussed right now)! He was sure that he'd captchalogued them all after installing Tavros's legs, why weren't they there now? This nonsense was exceedingly off-putting.
Not that he needed them, precisely, they were a little bit useless when he was sitting alone in a strange forest. But the forest was very strange indeed, and he wasn't exactly sure how he got there. He'd simply gotten out of the robo-pile to go search for the Highblood, as Vantas had demanded, and as soon as he'd said good bye to Nepeta, and exited his respiteblock, he was... here. Taking inventory of himself and his things seemed like a reasonable thing to do. And it was a good thing that he had, as anything containing a trace of Troll Iron seemed to have been purged, and were nowhere in sight. This simply would not do. He had to find the Highbloods, neigh, anyone familiar.
Packing up the rest of his belongings, leaving out a single towel which he draped around his neck, and the strange black communication device that somehow became mixed within his things. Though he was uncertain of its origin, he activated it and pulled out the stylus, writing out a quick, generic message in hopes of getting in contact with... anyone. Once he was finished, he reached up to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear, his knuckles brushing over the wooden crown atop his head, causing him to frown. Of all the silly things... he was tempted to discard the foolish thing, but something stayed his hand. After all, it seemed the sort of thing Nepeta would craft, and had she in fact been the one to bestow it upon him, she'd be heartbroken to find he'd gotten rid of it so carelessly. The shenanigans he put up with for her. He only hoped that wherever she was, she remained safely tucked out of sight, as he'd instructed her.
Sample journal entry: [Text]
D --> Greetings
D --> I am Equius Zahhak, noble b100b100d of the former Alterian Empire
D --> I am uncertain as to the location of my position, and would appreciate the assistance of the local pop001ation
D --> I intend no ill will, as I simply must return to my respiteblock
D --> I have an important mission concerning the conduct of a pair of murderous highb100ds to complete, and I would like to return to this task as soon as possible
Player LJ: mechanagnome
Contact: themechanagnome @AIM mechanagnome @Plurk
Character Number: 0
Character: Equius Zahhak
Fandom: Homestuck / MS Paint Adventures
Personality:
Equius is a very Serious, Mature, Refined Gentleman, if only in his own mind. His rich blue colored blood means that he is a member of Alternia's upper class, and it is not something he takes lightly. He is a firm believer in the principals of the Hemospectrum, and looking down upon those lower on the scale than he is, and regarding those above him a sort of reverence that boarders on fetishistic. However, if someone of lower blood with enough charisma/dignity/force tries to boss him around, it confuses him, and he'll go along with it just because doesn't know what else to do. It's very easy to fluster him, because he takes everything so seriously, and he has a hard time distinguishing jokes, teasing, or sarcasm from sincerity. He also frowns upon lewd language and unbecoming behavior, and has no problems enforcing his high standards on the other trolls, often admonishing them for swearing or anything he feels is childish.
He is also highly educated, with a fairly impressive vocabulary and knowledge of mechanics. He builds robots in his spare time, and has made and installed prosthetic limbs for two of his fellow SGRUB players, implying that he has a basic understanding of anatomy. His hobbies also include collecting traditional (yet disturbing) musclebeast artwork, the noble art of archery (though he's never successfully fired a single arrow), and Alternian Slam Poetry (which is very private for good reasons).
As much as he would like to maintain an air of stoic refinement, he's easily upset and prone to leaping before he looks. He's easily discouraged by failure, criticism, not getting his way, and sometimes even his own strength causing him to fly off into rages. When frustrated, the only things that calm him down are random acts of violence or his moirail, Nepeta. She is the most important person in his life, and he watches over her with fierce devotion, protecting her from the many dangers of the Alternia, whether it's physical harm or simply poor manners. And despite the way he belittles her for roleplaying, he has an active imagination himself, often playing with his robots as if they were other people, talking to them and playing out little fantasies.
Because his instabilities bother him, he prefers to be left alone with his machines. There, the worst that can upset him is when he accidentally breaks a part, or if he runs out of fresh towels. It also reduces the risk of him accidentally hurting someone else with his freakish strength - Oddly enough, despite the fact that he could easily get away with it because of his blood status, never, ever raises a hand to anyone. He always takes his anger out on inanimate objects, such as his robots, or his bows. Though no one torments him out of fear, there are a few trolls who consistently yell at him, and the most he'll do is yell back. Or sweat. Mostly, he sweats.
He's incredibly awkward in social situations, preferring to keep to himself and observe others interacting. It's kind of creepy. When he is engaged in conversation, he's highly condescending to those below him, or the biggest brown-noser in existence to those above him. He takes a lot of hate in stride, holding his head high and proud even though he knows the others laugh at him behind his back.
History:
Timeline: After this pretty silly conversation, and during the beginning section of Seek the Highb100d
Abilities:
Equius is extremely STRONG.
No, really. Just to give a visual example, the ogre he's punching in the last panel is roughly the size of a house.
When giving his custodian a gentle pat, he bruises him.
He also shatters glasses in his hands.
Most of the time, it's more of a hindrance than anything else.
He can also build robots and prosthetic limbs.
And he sweats like nobody's business. It's pretty gross, and he likes to keep towels handy to clean himself off with. These are kept in his sylladex, something everyone in his universe has. He his fetch modus is unspecified in canon, and I like to think he uses the FLE% modus, where his items are bound to various flexes and poses that he must perform in order to retrieve them (this would make it similar to Dave's Hash Modus, the use of a physical movement replacing that of a coded word.)
He is also equipped with three strife specibi; his standard fistkind, bowkind on the offchance he can fire an arrow, and 1/2bowkind, which he sometimes uses to beat enemies with the two halves of the bows he breaks.
Inventory:
Several stacks of towels
Assorted articles of clothing
A pile of bows
A pile of broken bows
A pot of cameowmile tea
Link to an image of the character: This is a STRONGlink to the e%quisite image of an Alternian b100b100d
Sample writing:
Where were they? Where were his tools? He'd had them all in his sylladex, and now, no matter how much he flexed and posed, the only thing he could access was his towels (and some articles of clothing that really did not need to be discussed right now)! He was sure that he'd captchalogued them all after installing Tavros's legs, why weren't they there now? This nonsense was exceedingly off-putting.
Not that he needed them, precisely, they were a little bit useless when he was sitting alone in a strange forest. But the forest was very strange indeed, and he wasn't exactly sure how he got there. He'd simply gotten out of the robo-pile to go search for the Highblood, as Vantas had demanded, and as soon as he'd said good bye to Nepeta, and exited his respiteblock, he was... here. Taking inventory of himself and his things seemed like a reasonable thing to do. And it was a good thing that he had, as anything containing a trace of Troll Iron seemed to have been purged, and were nowhere in sight. This simply would not do. He had to find the Highbloods, neigh, anyone familiar.
Packing up the rest of his belongings, leaving out a single towel which he draped around his neck, and the strange black communication device that somehow became mixed within his things. Though he was uncertain of its origin, he activated it and pulled out the stylus, writing out a quick, generic message in hopes of getting in contact with... anyone. Once he was finished, he reached up to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear, his knuckles brushing over the wooden crown atop his head, causing him to frown. Of all the silly things... he was tempted to discard the foolish thing, but something stayed his hand. After all, it seemed the sort of thing Nepeta would craft, and had she in fact been the one to bestow it upon him, she'd be heartbroken to find he'd gotten rid of it so carelessly. The shenanigans he put up with for her. He only hoped that wherever she was, she remained safely tucked out of sight, as he'd instructed her.
Sample journal entry: [Text]
D --> Greetings
D --> I am Equius Zahhak, noble b100b100d of the former Alterian Empire
D --> I am uncertain as to the location of my position, and would appreciate the assistance of the local pop001ation
D --> I intend no ill will, as I simply must return to my respiteblock
D --> I have an important mission concerning the conduct of a pair of murderous highb100ds to complete, and I would like to return to this task as soon as possible