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[Player name]Zorn
[Age]21
[Personal Journal]Zornsable
[Other characters currently played] None
[Character name] Eridan Ampora
[Age] 6 Solar Sweeps old (Basically 13 years)
[Canon] Homestuck
[Point in time taken from canon] Right after receiving the wand from Kanaya, before the conversation with Feferi and Sollux that eventually turned into a duel.
[Background]
His wiki page is here.
[Personality]
Much like the eleven other trolls, Eridan is associated with one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. His being Aquarius. In association to that sign, he is definitely water based, being a seatroll and all. But not only is he a seatroll, he is royalty, a prince of the dominant Alternian race, and he lets people know it. Being the near highest on the blood caste hierarchy, he is rather full of himself and definitely shows it. In fact he puts it up on display and even charges admission. He is quick to rub his standings in the face of others and definitely puts on an ‘I am holier than thou’ act. Though, despite all of this, underneath it all, under this facade he shows the world, Eridan actually thinks staggeringly low of himself. His confident demeanor, his arrogance and everything he tries to shove at everyone really is just to cover his own deep rooted feelings of hate for himself.
What exactly started these feelings? Part of it is his utter desperation to not be alone. He wants, more than near anything else, to fill his quadrants. Trolls have four different types of romance, which trolls try to fill, sometimes purely out of the need to survive since by the harsh law of Alternia if they are unable to present the imperial drones two(One of love and one of hate) full filial pails with genetic material for the mothergrub(How trolls reproduce) they get culled on the spot. So trolls are pressured to find a mate exceedingly more than humans, but this only plays a small factor in Eridan’s quest to find love and hate. With Eridan’s perpetual self loathing, he constantly is seeking acceptance and encouragement from his peers. Wants someone to find the poor, lonely, pathetic prince important. Little does he realize though that it is his facade that pushes most people away. His self defense against the world, his shell, his protection is what makes everyone want nothing to do with him. With such a self righteous attitude, his peers find it hard to take him serious and thus make him the butt of jokes and just mock him. It’s a vicious cycle, one that he can’t see the resolve of, so in the end he just continues to grow bitter.
Which feeds into something rather important about him: his genocide complex. Before him and his eleven friends got involved in Sgrub he had planned his entire time around killing all the land trolls. Finding them to be nothing but filth and a plague on their planet. Despite the fact he lived on the land himself and having several friends that were land dwellers themselves, three in particular he talked to quite often. One for romantic advice, one because he actually had romanctic feelings for and the other for her mediating skills. To them, he’d say he wouldn’t kill them, but to the other seatroll, who at the time was his moirail, he tried to play it off as though it was all part of his grand master scheme to kill them all.
His facade forever resonating. He couldn’t show weakness. With being part of such a strong, hateful race there was no room for weakness, it was kill or be killed basically. But despite all this hate and turmoil the young prince faces, he is basically a misguided youth who just wants the approval of others, wants to be loved, wants to be important. He just merely goes about it the wrong way and is often seen as a tool or just an asshole and isn’t taken seriously.
Though, his ever present facade isn’t entirely ever present when push comes to shove. When he is actually confronted, on the receiving end of persecution, it crumbles away and he easily becomes a sniffling mess. Degrading himself and being over dramatic-which his over dramatics are always present with him as well. Just when his shell crumbles, it presents itself ten fold. His dramatic flare to his personality may very well have been influenced by his interest in Alternian history. He is basically a huge nerd about all the tyrannical rulers of troll society and loves to read on the wars of Alternia, which may have also been where he got the idea of killing all of the land trolls.
His love for the historical figures of trolls is even presented in the naming of his FLARP character. In fact, he named it after his ancestor, Orphaner Dualscar. Which he played this game with his once Kismesis(The quadrant of troll romance that is for unmatched hate with some mating fondness), where their rivalry included countless other trolls that they killed. Well, more accurately, Eridan killed their lusus-basically a troll’s parent, while Vriska(His kismesis at the time) fed the newly orphaned trolls to her own lusus. Neither of them thought anything of it, killing in the troll society is nothing if not completely acceptable. Especially if it involves higherbloods killing the low bloods. If anything, it is their duty to do such.
While Eridan exudes this way of mind, he is capable of remorse, often times regretting his impulsive decisions. Decisions are something he often makes on a whim and are the direct byproduct of his FEELINGS and EMOTIONS going rampant. So while he may mean well in what he does, he doesn’t often think things through, which leads to mistakes and often the image that he is an idiot-which isn’t true. He is definitely intelligent, just impulsive and has poor decision making skills.
[Abilities]
Eridan doesn’t have any outstanding abilities like some of his peers. Except, with having such high blood comes with a certain high resistance to psychic abilities. His once kismesis Vriska is a pretty powerful psychic and abuses this power often, but it is never shown her ever using her mind controlling on him. It is mentioned that the higher the blood, the less psychically susceptible they are.
Though where I am taking Eridan from, he does have his magic science wand, which from what has been presented he is able to levitate with and shoot powerful beams of white magic science; ones that can easily over power a high level psionic that bested his most legendary of weapons. This, of course will be toned down.
[Other important stuff]
Eridan has a typing quirk like all the other trolls like his typin of twwo WWs and double VVs also his obvvious lack of punctuation and swwitchin of for a nevver usin an and leavvin the g off a things that end in ing not to mention he is quite the potty mouth I plan to do a permission post about this too, since I know not everyone is okay with Homestuck's quirks.
Also Eridan speaks with a ridiculous accent, he pronounces his Vs as Ws and still continues to say ‘a’ instead of ‘an’ or ‘of’ and leaves the ‘G’ still off of things ending in ‘ing’.
[Sample post]
[First Person]
- What were you doing before now?
Before I was so rudely ripped from my world, I was in the middle a makin’ my way to the lab to talk to my former moirail about somethin’ a great importance. Somethin’ that would wery well sawe her and my life.
- If you were to describe yourself in one sentence, what would that be?
A fuckin mazin’.
(ooc: This is definitely a lie, Eridan thinks he’s the most pathetic brinesucker that ever did glub.)
- If someone provoked or attacked you, what would you do?
I would fuckin’ kill them where they had the audacity to ewen stand. Do you honestly hawe to ewen ask this question? Seems it’s pretty bloody obwious what a sensible troll would do. Unless they were that fuckin’ coward Taw or that idiot clown.
- Would you consider yourself a power hungry individual?
I guess that is a way to put it, though I wouldn’t say I was hungry for power. More so, my wery existance calls FOR power, bein’ the high blood I am it merely comes with the status.
- Someone comes to you to ask for the time. How would you respond?
I’d tell them to fuckin’ get a time tellin’ dewice, it isn’t my job to be the fuckin’ keeper a the time.
- Someone is trying to rob you! What do you do?
Put that idiot in their place-preferably by killin’ the idiot who ewen thought it was a good idea in the first place to try and do such an arrogant act against someone a my standin’.
- If I offered to save your soul for a price, would you go with it and why?
My soul? Well, if those ewen exist, maybe. Would depend on the situation really. But I would most probably just try and resolwe the situation myself. I don’t need someone lookin’ after me or tryin’ their shot at helpin’ me.
- Would you consider yourself a hero or a villain? Why? Neither is an option as well, but still tell why.
A hero. Ewerythin’ I do is for the greater good, my intentions are noble; ewen if nobody else sees it that way.
- You're asked to take someone out for a date. Do you agree? If so, describe what you would do. If not, tell why.
I’d agree. Dependin’ on the date, either I’d take them out to some romantic spot on the beach, where the Alternian moons were just right in the sky, makin’ ewerythin’ just perfect-settin’ the mood just right. Or, if this was a fuckin’ hatedate, I’d plan around bringin’ them to the most rewoltin’ spot I could think a, maybe ewen go the extra mile and find the thing they despised the most-other than me-and make sure they had the most miserable time a their life.
[Third Person]
Complete and utter rubbish. Eridan had stared on in perpetual disbelief, his computer destroyed before his vary eyes by that land hag! The rage that boiled beneath the surface was something that would give Karkat’s usual ragefits a run for their money; but he hadn’t the ability to get back at that worthless landsucker-her caliginous act wasn’t going unappreciated though, no. He knew, to fight a witch he’d need to arm himself with the proper weaponry. His Ahab Crosshairs had served him well, but that would do no good. He needed a wand. A wizard needed to take down this hag with all her poppycock about magic. Magic, the fakest fiction that ever failed to exist; anyone with a proper think pan would agree.
So in a very dignified manner, Eridan approached his good friend Kanaya, and in a very self respecting way he hassled, whined and bothered her in a way that was strikingly similar to a wiggler throwing a tantrum. Once she had finally gotten fed up with such a childish display, she brought him to the alchemizer, creating him the object he desired: a science wand to compliment his plans. With this newly gained power, surely respect and faith would soon follow. He’d show them, the witch and those so called friends, he’d be the one to carve the new way for his race. Even if it wasn’t what the others had in mind, he was the prince of hope and he could tell when a situation was utterly hopeless. This plan they had hatched? Worthless poppycock that would result in nothing? Yeah, all a waste of time, he knew the answer and he was going to show them-no he was going to show her. Show her he knew better than that disgusting mustard-sludge blooded peasant. Show he was indeed worth taking seriously, that he was actually a big thing and he should be respected-no, revered!
Although, before he could do any of this, practicing with his new wand was in order, to make sure he wasn’t going to just throw it into his shitty wand pile he had hidden so carefully away from everyone else. Just for the occasion, that was exactly where he was practicing. The convenience and dramatics of him tossing the aforementioned wand into the pile was just too good to pass up after all. Though, he’d definitely prefer it to work out to his advantage instead of being just another shitty piece of rubbish. Which the chances were looking grim as he attempted to wield the white stick and after a few unsuccessful tries, he grew furious.
“Stupid fuckin’ piece a shit wa-“
Almost instantly and rather abruptly the wand glows with an ominous blinding light; power surging through Eridan-a feeling he has never felt before. He stares down at the glowing wand, the snakes of light winding and slithering through the air as the glow continues to illuminate the area. After a moment or two, it dims again.
Seems he just needed to focus a bit more, let his emotions run a little deeper before the wand would respond. With a smirk, he continues to gaze down at the white science stick with new found confidence. Surely with this new found power, something that even Mindfang and her rubbish Godtier would quiver in fear of it, he’ll be able to show them the way. Show her the way. Even if it wasn’t totally in the way he wanted, at the very least they should be the survivors of this horror story.
As the ruling class, it was their duty to continue the race. To rule over what was left. Even if it was just the crippled and fragmented remains of a once dignified and powerful race.
[Age]21
[Personal Journal]Zornsable
[Other characters currently played] None
[Character name] Eridan Ampora
[Age] 6 Solar Sweeps old (Basically 13 years)
[Canon] Homestuck
[Point in time taken from canon] Right after receiving the wand from Kanaya, before the conversation with Feferi and Sollux that eventually turned into a duel.
[Background]
His wiki page is here.
[Personality]
Much like the eleven other trolls, Eridan is associated with one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. His being Aquarius. In association to that sign, he is definitely water based, being a seatroll and all. But not only is he a seatroll, he is royalty, a prince of the dominant Alternian race, and he lets people know it. Being the near highest on the blood caste hierarchy, he is rather full of himself and definitely shows it. In fact he puts it up on display and even charges admission. He is quick to rub his standings in the face of others and definitely puts on an ‘I am holier than thou’ act. Though, despite all of this, underneath it all, under this facade he shows the world, Eridan actually thinks staggeringly low of himself. His confident demeanor, his arrogance and everything he tries to shove at everyone really is just to cover his own deep rooted feelings of hate for himself.
What exactly started these feelings? Part of it is his utter desperation to not be alone. He wants, more than near anything else, to fill his quadrants. Trolls have four different types of romance, which trolls try to fill, sometimes purely out of the need to survive since by the harsh law of Alternia if they are unable to present the imperial drones two(One of love and one of hate) full filial pails with genetic material for the mothergrub(How trolls reproduce) they get culled on the spot. So trolls are pressured to find a mate exceedingly more than humans, but this only plays a small factor in Eridan’s quest to find love and hate. With Eridan’s perpetual self loathing, he constantly is seeking acceptance and encouragement from his peers. Wants someone to find the poor, lonely, pathetic prince important. Little does he realize though that it is his facade that pushes most people away. His self defense against the world, his shell, his protection is what makes everyone want nothing to do with him. With such a self righteous attitude, his peers find it hard to take him serious and thus make him the butt of jokes and just mock him. It’s a vicious cycle, one that he can’t see the resolve of, so in the end he just continues to grow bitter.
Which feeds into something rather important about him: his genocide complex. Before him and his eleven friends got involved in Sgrub he had planned his entire time around killing all the land trolls. Finding them to be nothing but filth and a plague on their planet. Despite the fact he lived on the land himself and having several friends that were land dwellers themselves, three in particular he talked to quite often. One for romantic advice, one because he actually had romanctic feelings for and the other for her mediating skills. To them, he’d say he wouldn’t kill them, but to the other seatroll, who at the time was his moirail, he tried to play it off as though it was all part of his grand master scheme to kill them all.
His facade forever resonating. He couldn’t show weakness. With being part of such a strong, hateful race there was no room for weakness, it was kill or be killed basically. But despite all this hate and turmoil the young prince faces, he is basically a misguided youth who just wants the approval of others, wants to be loved, wants to be important. He just merely goes about it the wrong way and is often seen as a tool or just an asshole and isn’t taken seriously.
Though, his ever present facade isn’t entirely ever present when push comes to shove. When he is actually confronted, on the receiving end of persecution, it crumbles away and he easily becomes a sniffling mess. Degrading himself and being over dramatic-which his over dramatics are always present with him as well. Just when his shell crumbles, it presents itself ten fold. His dramatic flare to his personality may very well have been influenced by his interest in Alternian history. He is basically a huge nerd about all the tyrannical rulers of troll society and loves to read on the wars of Alternia, which may have also been where he got the idea of killing all of the land trolls.
His love for the historical figures of trolls is even presented in the naming of his FLARP character. In fact, he named it after his ancestor, Orphaner Dualscar. Which he played this game with his once Kismesis(The quadrant of troll romance that is for unmatched hate with some mating fondness), where their rivalry included countless other trolls that they killed. Well, more accurately, Eridan killed their lusus-basically a troll’s parent, while Vriska(His kismesis at the time) fed the newly orphaned trolls to her own lusus. Neither of them thought anything of it, killing in the troll society is nothing if not completely acceptable. Especially if it involves higherbloods killing the low bloods. If anything, it is their duty to do such.
While Eridan exudes this way of mind, he is capable of remorse, often times regretting his impulsive decisions. Decisions are something he often makes on a whim and are the direct byproduct of his FEELINGS and EMOTIONS going rampant. So while he may mean well in what he does, he doesn’t often think things through, which leads to mistakes and often the image that he is an idiot-which isn’t true. He is definitely intelligent, just impulsive and has poor decision making skills.
[Abilities]
Eridan doesn’t have any outstanding abilities like some of his peers. Except, with having such high blood comes with a certain high resistance to psychic abilities. His once kismesis Vriska is a pretty powerful psychic and abuses this power often, but it is never shown her ever using her mind controlling on him. It is mentioned that the higher the blood, the less psychically susceptible they are.
Though where I am taking Eridan from, he does have his magic science wand, which from what has been presented he is able to levitate with and shoot powerful beams of white magic science; ones that can easily over power a high level psionic that bested his most legendary of weapons. This, of course will be toned down.
[Other important stuff]
Eridan has a typing quirk like all the other trolls like his typin of twwo WWs and double VVs also his obvvious lack of punctuation and swwitchin of for a nevver usin an and leavvin the g off a things that end in ing not to mention he is quite the potty mouth I plan to do a permission post about this too, since I know not everyone is okay with Homestuck's quirks.
Also Eridan speaks with a ridiculous accent, he pronounces his Vs as Ws and still continues to say ‘a’ instead of ‘an’ or ‘of’ and leaves the ‘G’ still off of things ending in ‘ing’.
[Sample post]
[First Person]
- What were you doing before now?
Before I was so rudely ripped from my world, I was in the middle a makin’ my way to the lab to talk to my former moirail about somethin’ a great importance. Somethin’ that would wery well sawe her and my life.
- If you were to describe yourself in one sentence, what would that be?
A fuckin mazin’.
(ooc: This is definitely a lie, Eridan thinks he’s the most pathetic brinesucker that ever did glub.)
- If someone provoked or attacked you, what would you do?
I would fuckin’ kill them where they had the audacity to ewen stand. Do you honestly hawe to ewen ask this question? Seems it’s pretty bloody obwious what a sensible troll would do. Unless they were that fuckin’ coward Taw or that idiot clown.
- Would you consider yourself a power hungry individual?
I guess that is a way to put it, though I wouldn’t say I was hungry for power. More so, my wery existance calls FOR power, bein’ the high blood I am it merely comes with the status.
- Someone comes to you to ask for the time. How would you respond?
I’d tell them to fuckin’ get a time tellin’ dewice, it isn’t my job to be the fuckin’ keeper a the time.
- Someone is trying to rob you! What do you do?
Put that idiot in their place-preferably by killin’ the idiot who ewen thought it was a good idea in the first place to try and do such an arrogant act against someone a my standin’.
- If I offered to save your soul for a price, would you go with it and why?
My soul? Well, if those ewen exist, maybe. Would depend on the situation really. But I would most probably just try and resolwe the situation myself. I don’t need someone lookin’ after me or tryin’ their shot at helpin’ me.
- Would you consider yourself a hero or a villain? Why? Neither is an option as well, but still tell why.
A hero. Ewerythin’ I do is for the greater good, my intentions are noble; ewen if nobody else sees it that way.
- You're asked to take someone out for a date. Do you agree? If so, describe what you would do. If not, tell why.
I’d agree. Dependin’ on the date, either I’d take them out to some romantic spot on the beach, where the Alternian moons were just right in the sky, makin’ ewerythin’ just perfect-settin’ the mood just right. Or, if this was a fuckin’ hatedate, I’d plan around bringin’ them to the most rewoltin’ spot I could think a, maybe ewen go the extra mile and find the thing they despised the most-other than me-and make sure they had the most miserable time a their life.
[Third Person]
Complete and utter rubbish. Eridan had stared on in perpetual disbelief, his computer destroyed before his vary eyes by that land hag! The rage that boiled beneath the surface was something that would give Karkat’s usual ragefits a run for their money; but he hadn’t the ability to get back at that worthless landsucker-her caliginous act wasn’t going unappreciated though, no. He knew, to fight a witch he’d need to arm himself with the proper weaponry. His Ahab Crosshairs had served him well, but that would do no good. He needed a wand. A wizard needed to take down this hag with all her poppycock about magic. Magic, the fakest fiction that ever failed to exist; anyone with a proper think pan would agree.
So in a very dignified manner, Eridan approached his good friend Kanaya, and in a very self respecting way he hassled, whined and bothered her in a way that was strikingly similar to a wiggler throwing a tantrum. Once she had finally gotten fed up with such a childish display, she brought him to the alchemizer, creating him the object he desired: a science wand to compliment his plans. With this newly gained power, surely respect and faith would soon follow. He’d show them, the witch and those so called friends, he’d be the one to carve the new way for his race. Even if it wasn’t what the others had in mind, he was the prince of hope and he could tell when a situation was utterly hopeless. This plan they had hatched? Worthless poppycock that would result in nothing? Yeah, all a waste of time, he knew the answer and he was going to show them-no he was going to show her. Show her he knew better than that disgusting mustard-sludge blooded peasant. Show he was indeed worth taking seriously, that he was actually a big thing and he should be respected-no, revered!
Although, before he could do any of this, practicing with his new wand was in order, to make sure he wasn’t going to just throw it into his shitty wand pile he had hidden so carefully away from everyone else. Just for the occasion, that was exactly where he was practicing. The convenience and dramatics of him tossing the aforementioned wand into the pile was just too good to pass up after all. Though, he’d definitely prefer it to work out to his advantage instead of being just another shitty piece of rubbish. Which the chances were looking grim as he attempted to wield the white stick and after a few unsuccessful tries, he grew furious.
“Stupid fuckin’ piece a shit wa-“
Almost instantly and rather abruptly the wand glows with an ominous blinding light; power surging through Eridan-a feeling he has never felt before. He stares down at the glowing wand, the snakes of light winding and slithering through the air as the glow continues to illuminate the area. After a moment or two, it dims again.
Seems he just needed to focus a bit more, let his emotions run a little deeper before the wand would respond. With a smirk, he continues to gaze down at the white science stick with new found confidence. Surely with this new found power, something that even Mindfang and her rubbish Godtier would quiver in fear of it, he’ll be able to show them the way. Show her the way. Even if it wasn’t totally in the way he wanted, at the very least they should be the survivors of this horror story.
As the ruling class, it was their duty to continue the race. To rule over what was left. Even if it was just the crippled and fragmented remains of a once dignified and powerful race.