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Email: garudyne at yahoo dot com
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Current Characters: glubspeak
Character: Davesprite / Alternate Future Dave.
Fandom: Homestuck.
Character Notes:
History:
Like every other character before this, Davesprite’s history all starts with a simple videogame known by the name `Sburb`. Only at this point in his timeline, very early, before anybody had even started playing, he wasn’t Davesprite at all. At this point, he was just Dave. Dave who lived with his giant tool of a brother, fighting off waves of soft, plush puppet ass and watching out for sneak attacks while going to the bathroom during the night. Things were so much simpler back then. Trolls pestering him, meteors falling from the sky... yeah, those were simple times.
> Get on with it.
Right, so. Alternate Future Dave follows the first part of alpha Dave’s timeline to a T. Obviously, because at this point they are exactly the same kid. He pesters John throughout the first act of the story with shitty raps about things nobody cares about and proceeds to totally ignore Rose’s pleas to play the game with her. It isn’t until she reveals that she will, in fact, be crushed to death by meteors if he doesn’t play with her, to which he jumps at the chance to. Obtaining the server beta is easier said than done, however, thanks to certain shenanigans that rendered his own disks unusable (he knocked them out the window along with a brainless feathery asshole, who will make a dramatic return later in the story). To get the beta and save Rose, Dave is forced into a fight with his brother on the rooftop of their apartment complex. A fight which Dave loses spectacularly, getting his ass thoroughly handed to him. During this fight, the object of Dave’s nightmares Lil Cal is destroyed in the fray. This will also be an important moment later, so keep that in mind.
With the betas in hand, Dave manages to get Rose into the Medium where she proceeds to fuck shit up and whatever. Stuff happens and then-whoa, Dave, are those meteors heading towards your house?? Yes, yes they are. Jade connects to Dave as his server player, using the betas he himself had lost earlier, thanks to time shenanigans. She deploys a whole bunch of shit in his apartment, drops a towel in his toilet, renovates the entire thing into his room and then proceeds to prototype his kernel with a dead crow and a shitty sword. Dave enters the Medium without much hassle.*
*This is a lie.
The start of Alternate Future Dave’s... alternate future is during the second prototyping of his kernel. In AFD’s timeline, he uses the tattered remains of Lil Cal, creating Calsprite, aka the bane of his existence and someone absolutely useless and no help at all. By creating Calsprite the timeline splintered away from what the alpha should have been, but it wasn’t separate completely.
And then Terezi Pyrope convinced John Egbert to kill himself, and the now fractured timeline broke away from the trolls’ Incipisphere completely and became uncontactable. Jade was crushed by meteors and the game became unwinnable.
Despite this obvious clusterfuck, the two remaining players Dave and Rose continued to play the game to learn as much as possible before traveling back in time. They progress through their respective quests and gain as many levels as possible. During these quests Dave obtains Caledfwlch, which is basically just some legendary piece of shit sword that he had to break to get out of some shitty rock. He then combines it with his Timetables to create Caledscratch, which enables him to switch his Strife Specibus back to Bladekind from ½ Bladekind.
Four months pass with a dead Heir and Witch. The Knight and Seer know the game to be unwinnable and, Dave, entirely fed up with his incredibly shitty choice in a sprite, travels back into the past. This places him back on the alpha timeline, moments before he had prototyped Cal all those months ago. Instead of making that incredibly infuriating decision, he stops alpha Dave and hands over all his sweet loot before proceeding to prototype himself.
This is when he will first access the community. Everything after this point is distant future shit.
Personality:
It would be foolish to refer to Dave and Davesprite as the same person. They used to be, so while that statement would not be entirely wrong, it would still get a pretty big frown were you to tell that to Davesprite himself. No, they grew apart in very different ways during the four months Davesprite spent isolated within a null session where his best friend and potential love interest were both dead. But, let’s get on to this contradicting part, before all that, back to when the both of them were exactly the same kid.
So. From the get-go Dave was always the cool kid. He inherited his first pair of sunglasses when he was still in diapers and even now, orange and fuzzy and winged and feathered, he still has yet to willingly remove them. On a usual day his facial expressions range from stoic to apathetic to impassive to indifferent to aloof to unconcerned to unflappable. Davesprite-or, at this point in time, Dave-wore a picture perfect poker face at all times, to accent and underline the fact that he was unbearably cool. Even his interests were what you would typically expect of someone with the title “cool kid”. He was a master at spinning jaw-dropping, free flowing, unbelievably ill jams, and a turntable extraordinaire. He was also a bit of a hipster, and liked to talk about his favourite bands, such as... actually, nevermind, you’ve probably never heard of them anyway.
He was intelligent in the stupidest of ways, able to spit out ridiculous scenarios and ramble line upon line upon line of absolutely ass backwards retarded situations that in reality didn’t really relate to anything or anyone at all. It was all just another part of his cool mask-the echo of a brother who kept his distance and caused nothing but emotional trauma. He was a kid who could hold an entire conversation with an underlying theme of burgers the whole time. Creative, sure, if also a little insufferable.
And of course, like most people, beneath the tough, crunchy exterior was a squishy caramel center of emotional goodness. He was actually pretty thoughtful, actually pretty caring and actually a pretty damn nice guy underneath all his eternal dickishness. He was the kind of kid who would sacrifice anything, drop everything for his friends. Play a game? No, fuck you. Play a game to save your life? In a heartbeat, no questions asked.
However, ask him anything of that and be prepared for a vehement denial. Pride and ego are the two most important rules in the head of Dave Strider, so say the teachings of one painfully cool elder brother-father. He'll lie about the reasons why he did selfless things in order to save face. Other times he'll completely dodge the question in some vague and congested metaphor about something that has nothing to do with anything. sometimes hell just outright spit out what was done, but in a way where it sounds like it was totally not a big deal. the lengths Dave will go to to save his pride are astounding. yeah, i sacrificed my life to fix this sword for alpha Dave, but it's totally no big deal. he does not need to be praised to validate what he's done.
With all this in mind? Let’s start talking about post-prototyped Dave, herein known as Davesprite.
Shortly after traveling back in time and becoming 1/3 crow, 1/3 Dave and 1/3 sword, not all that much had changed about Davesprite. He was still unbearably cool, still a little bit ridiculous, still a bit crude and still somewhat effortlessly removed from the situation. He still wore his pride like a crown and still thought of himself as priority number one. Case in point? When he gets upset at John for saying that he wasn’t the Real Dave. He threw an honest to God passive Strider shitfit, which alpha Dave then stepped in to cover up-saving face, again.
(why? because that hurt. four months davesprite waded through the remains of an unwinnable session with the knowledge that his best friend had died and another had been crushed to death by a meteor. that's almost 3000 hours. he went out of his way to collect information, grind levels and complete as much of the game as possible to make it easier for the alpha session and although he wasn't actively looking for thanks? it would have been nice. instead, he speaks to his dead best friend for the first time in months and he gets "let me talk to the real dave". that hurt.)
After getting into a nasty brawl with Jack Noir and being casually beaten into a feathery pulp are where Davesprite’s bigger and more radical changes began to shine through. As a sprite, he is hyperaware of what needs to be done in alpha Dave’s quest in order to progress properly through the game (eg. breaking caledfwlch) and with that awareness comes knowledge of their pressed timeline, so he stops with the lyrical antics, which in turn effects the way he speaks and communicates. Davesprite's sentences are far more concise than Dave's general clusterfuck and along with that, he stops with casual conversations and needless information sharing. Unless the information he has is something that you need to know specifically, you will have to push to get anything out of him. Though he will give such information liberally, because fighting would only waste more time.
Another quite substantial change inside the wise feathery asshole is that he comes to terms with the fact that there are more important things at stake than himself and his pride. After having the snot kicked out of him, Davesprite continues on the quest he had began during his own alternate session, which involved making his way to the castle of his denizen. Here, he is offered a choice by the denizen Hephaestus, who can repair anything. Anything. anything as in, say, a half dead sprite with a tattered wing and a nasty hole through his stomach. Davesprite chooses not to have himself healed, instead sacrificing the chance to help alpha Dave with his own quest.
Which is a nice segue into my next point, thank you. Remember that entire paragraph about pride and Davesprite's dramatic passive aggressive shitfit when John said he wasn't the real Dave? None of that is a thing any longer. As a sprite Dave grew and changed, coming to the mature realization that he is not in fact the center of the universe any longer. He is not a knight but a pawn-disposable, to assist with the chess rebellion. Davesprite acknowledges the fact that he is not the real Dave and is therefore disposable. There are more important things at stake and he knows that.
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Player LJ: frottage
Way to contact you:
Email: garudyne at yahoo dot com
AIM: skirtflip
Other: poolsex at plurk
Are you at least 15?: Y.
Current Characters: glubspeak
Character: Davesprite / Alternate Future Dave.
Fandom: Homestuck.
Character Notes:
History:
Like every other character before this, Davesprite’s history all starts with a simple videogame known by the name `Sburb`. Only at this point in his timeline, very early, before anybody had even started playing, he wasn’t Davesprite at all. At this point, he was just Dave. Dave who lived with his giant tool of a brother, fighting off waves of soft, plush puppet ass and watching out for sneak attacks while going to the bathroom during the night. Things were so much simpler back then. Trolls pestering him, meteors falling from the sky... yeah, those were simple times.
> Get on with it.
Right, so. Alternate Future Dave follows the first part of alpha Dave’s timeline to a T. Obviously, because at this point they are exactly the same kid. He pesters John throughout the first act of the story with shitty raps about things nobody cares about and proceeds to totally ignore Rose’s pleas to play the game with her. It isn’t until she reveals that she will, in fact, be crushed to death by meteors if he doesn’t play with her, to which he jumps at the chance to. Obtaining the server beta is easier said than done, however, thanks to certain shenanigans that rendered his own disks unusable (he knocked them out the window along with a brainless feathery asshole, who will make a dramatic return later in the story). To get the beta and save Rose, Dave is forced into a fight with his brother on the rooftop of their apartment complex. A fight which Dave loses spectacularly, getting his ass thoroughly handed to him. During this fight, the object of Dave’s nightmares Lil Cal is destroyed in the fray. This will also be an important moment later, so keep that in mind.
With the betas in hand, Dave manages to get Rose into the Medium where she proceeds to fuck shit up and whatever. Stuff happens and then-whoa, Dave, are those meteors heading towards your house?? Yes, yes they are. Jade connects to Dave as his server player, using the betas he himself had lost earlier, thanks to time shenanigans. She deploys a whole bunch of shit in his apartment, drops a towel in his toilet, renovates the entire thing into his room and then proceeds to prototype his kernel with a dead crow and a shitty sword. Dave enters the Medium without much hassle.*
*This is a lie.
The start of Alternate Future Dave’s... alternate future is during the second prototyping of his kernel. In AFD’s timeline, he uses the tattered remains of Lil Cal, creating Calsprite, aka the bane of his existence and someone absolutely useless and no help at all. By creating Calsprite the timeline splintered away from what the alpha should have been, but it wasn’t separate completely.
And then Terezi Pyrope convinced John Egbert to kill himself, and the now fractured timeline broke away from the trolls’ Incipisphere completely and became uncontactable. Jade was crushed by meteors and the game became unwinnable.
Despite this obvious clusterfuck, the two remaining players Dave and Rose continued to play the game to learn as much as possible before traveling back in time. They progress through their respective quests and gain as many levels as possible. During these quests Dave obtains Caledfwlch, which is basically just some legendary piece of shit sword that he had to break to get out of some shitty rock. He then combines it with his Timetables to create Caledscratch, which enables him to switch his Strife Specibus back to Bladekind from ½ Bladekind.
Four months pass with a dead Heir and Witch. The Knight and Seer know the game to be unwinnable and, Dave, entirely fed up with his incredibly shitty choice in a sprite, travels back into the past. This places him back on the alpha timeline, moments before he had prototyped Cal all those months ago. Instead of making that incredibly infuriating decision, he stops alpha Dave and hands over all his sweet loot before proceeding to prototype himself.
This is when he will first access the community. Everything after this point is distant future shit.
Personality:
It would be foolish to refer to Dave and Davesprite as the same person. They used to be, so while that statement would not be entirely wrong, it would still get a pretty big frown were you to tell that to Davesprite himself. No, they grew apart in very different ways during the four months Davesprite spent isolated within a null session where his best friend and potential love interest were both dead. But, let’s get on to this contradicting part, before all that, back to when the both of them were exactly the same kid.
So. From the get-go Dave was always the cool kid. He inherited his first pair of sunglasses when he was still in diapers and even now, orange and fuzzy and winged and feathered, he still has yet to willingly remove them. On a usual day his facial expressions range from stoic to apathetic to impassive to indifferent to aloof to unconcerned to unflappable. Davesprite-or, at this point in time, Dave-wore a picture perfect poker face at all times, to accent and underline the fact that he was unbearably cool. Even his interests were what you would typically expect of someone with the title “cool kid”. He was a master at spinning jaw-dropping, free flowing, unbelievably ill jams, and a turntable extraordinaire. He was also a bit of a hipster, and liked to talk about his favourite bands, such as... actually, nevermind, you’ve probably never heard of them anyway.
He was intelligent in the stupidest of ways, able to spit out ridiculous scenarios and ramble line upon line upon line of absolutely ass backwards retarded situations that in reality didn’t really relate to anything or anyone at all. It was all just another part of his cool mask-the echo of a brother who kept his distance and caused nothing but emotional trauma. He was a kid who could hold an entire conversation with an underlying theme of burgers the whole time. Creative, sure, if also a little insufferable.
And of course, like most people, beneath the tough, crunchy exterior was a squishy caramel center of emotional goodness. He was actually pretty thoughtful, actually pretty caring and actually a pretty damn nice guy underneath all his eternal dickishness. He was the kind of kid who would sacrifice anything, drop everything for his friends. Play a game? No, fuck you. Play a game to save your life? In a heartbeat, no questions asked.
However, ask him anything of that and be prepared for a vehement denial. Pride and ego are the two most important rules in the head of Dave Strider, so say the teachings of one painfully cool elder brother-father. He'll lie about the reasons why he did selfless things in order to save face. Other times he'll completely dodge the question in some vague and congested metaphor about something that has nothing to do with anything. sometimes hell just outright spit out what was done, but in a way where it sounds like it was totally not a big deal. the lengths Dave will go to to save his pride are astounding. yeah, i sacrificed my life to fix this sword for alpha Dave, but it's totally no big deal. he does not need to be praised to validate what he's done.
With all this in mind? Let’s start talking about post-prototyped Dave, herein known as Davesprite.
Shortly after traveling back in time and becoming 1/3 crow, 1/3 Dave and 1/3 sword, not all that much had changed about Davesprite. He was still unbearably cool, still a little bit ridiculous, still a bit crude and still somewhat effortlessly removed from the situation. He still wore his pride like a crown and still thought of himself as priority number one. Case in point? When he gets upset at John for saying that he wasn’t the Real Dave. He threw an honest to God passive Strider shitfit, which alpha Dave then stepped in to cover up-saving face, again.
(why? because that hurt. four months davesprite waded through the remains of an unwinnable session with the knowledge that his best friend had died and another had been crushed to death by a meteor. that's almost 3000 hours. he went out of his way to collect information, grind levels and complete as much of the game as possible to make it easier for the alpha session and although he wasn't actively looking for thanks? it would have been nice. instead, he speaks to his dead best friend for the first time in months and he gets "let me talk to the real dave". that hurt.)
After getting into a nasty brawl with Jack Noir and being casually beaten into a feathery pulp are where Davesprite’s bigger and more radical changes began to shine through. As a sprite, he is hyperaware of what needs to be done in alpha Dave’s quest in order to progress properly through the game (eg. breaking caledfwlch) and with that awareness comes knowledge of their pressed timeline, so he stops with the lyrical antics, which in turn effects the way he speaks and communicates. Davesprite's sentences are far more concise than Dave's general clusterfuck and along with that, he stops with casual conversations and needless information sharing. Unless the information he has is something that you need to know specifically, you will have to push to get anything out of him. Though he will give such information liberally, because fighting would only waste more time.
Another quite substantial change inside the wise feathery asshole is that he comes to terms with the fact that there are more important things at stake than himself and his pride. After having the snot kicked out of him, Davesprite continues on the quest he had began during his own alternate session, which involved making his way to the castle of his denizen. Here, he is offered a choice by the denizen Hephaestus, who can repair anything. Anything. anything as in, say, a half dead sprite with a tattered wing and a nasty hole through his stomach. Davesprite chooses not to have himself healed, instead sacrificing the chance to help alpha Dave with his own quest.
Which is a nice segue into my next point, thank you. Remember that entire paragraph about pride and Davesprite's dramatic passive aggressive shitfit when John said he wasn't the real Dave? None of that is a thing any longer. As a sprite Dave grew and changed, coming to the mature realization that he is not in fact the center of the universe any longer. He is not a knight but a pawn-disposable, to assist with the chess rebellion. Davesprite acknowledges the fact that he is not the real Dave and is therefore disposable. There are more important things at stake and he knows that.
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