Temp. Spades Slick Application
[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Pretzels
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: anthraxpretzels
IM: Essence of Empty
E-MAIL: zelasaa@yahoo.com
RETURNING: I also play Feferi. However, these two characters have not interacted in canon.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Spades Slick
FANDOM: Homestuck
CHRONOLOGY: Post Setting Doc Scratch’s Apartment on fire
CLASS: Anti-Hero, meanders into villain territory fairly easily
SUPERHERO NAME: Spades Slick
ALTER EGO: He may take up his old name of Jack Noir and attempt to get a desk job, being bureaucratically inclined.
BACKGROUND:
In paradox space, there is a game that calls its players to create a new world, called SBURB. Granted, it doesn’t give them much of a choice, since this game destroys the homes of any players that take its challenge. Once in the game, players must rise to the challenge and intervene in the battle of light and dark kingdoms. The Light Kingdom holds the name of Prospit, and the Dark Kingdom Derse. Each side holds strong carapaced warriors, but the dark side will always win. These constructs of the game are constant, and within each session there are a certain set of players within the carapaced Prospitans and Dersites.
Of note within these constructs is Jack Noir, archagent of Derse and vassal to its King and Queen, the latter of which rules Derse with an iron fist and is the object of his utmost hatred. Despite this title, he spends much of his time working as a paper-pushing agent in Derse’s capital, and has higher ambitions; ambitions of usurpation.
Along with his fellow agents, Jack finds allies in the form of Karkat Vantas, a young troll and one of the players of the game. Seeking the player’s help, Jack is able to gain Karkat’s trust by revealing that he shares blood colors with the troll-a bright candy-colored red. As they work through a plan titled ‘Operation Regisurp’, the trolls advance through their game and work closer to defeating the Black King and Queen.
In the end, all surviving Dersites and Prospitans are exiled to the Alternian wasteland as the Trolls finish their session. Before they can claim the game’s reward, however, they are stopped by none other than Jack’s counterpart-for the Jack Noir of another session had just gained godlike powers. But that’s another Jack’s story. We’re not talking about that guy here.
The Jack that we’re focusing on wanders the wasteland with his agents, and eventually forms the Midnight Crew, a gang focused on constructing a gangsters-like society out of the destroyed planet-which happens, to a degree. However, they gain a foe in the time-travel themed gang of the Felt. After getting a favorite casino destroyed, the Midnight Crew pursue the Felt in the mansion of their leader, Lord English, and seek to crack a mysterious safe within its depths. After countless (infuriating) time-travel shenanigans and the rest of his crew dead, Spades manages to bust into the safe, and stumbles upon a computer. There, he is able to communicate with Karkat, frustrated that these dumb kids keep kissing every time he looks at the screen.
Eventually, Slick, acquiring a new mechanical arm and eyepatch, assaults Doc Scratch, omnipotent underling to Lord English and First Guardian of Alternia, in his apartment. This is where I will be pulling him.
PERSONALITY:
Spades Slick has a very bitter personality, to say the least. In conversation, he angers easily, is generally rude and dismissive, and demands satisfactory and generally violent solutions to any problem he comes across. Short-tempered and known to lash out violently at people with the help of his weapons, he is rather brutal in nature and is unpleasant to get along with. With a hatred of clocks, queens (due to his subservient former occupation), troll kissing, and time travel, it is a wonder that he is able to constructively work with as many people as he can.
But it is difficult to deny Slick’s skill as a leader or planner. He is able to bring together and coordinate the skills of the various members of his crew, from safecracking strongman Hearts Boxcars to meddling Diamonds Droog to simpleton single-man bomb squad, Clubs Deuce. As leader, he is able to form tactics fairly well, and with skills as a paper-pusher in a past life, is able to carry out his plans with dangerous efficiency.
Slick’s secret weakness, however, is somewhat baffling considering his personality. He has a fondness of licorice scotty dogs, and hides his Terrier Fancy magazines from most. While he has an attachment for such candy, the gummy dogs do little to placate him from, say, burning down an apartment of a man he hates. And when Slick hates, he really puts all his energy into it.
POWER:
>[Canon] Card trick-items: Slick is able to transform items he has on his person into innoculous-looking playing cards. This includes mostly his prized LICORICE GUMMY DOGS, as well as any WEAPONS he may carry.
>[Canon] Carapace. When angry enough, he will revert to his carapaced form.
>[Non-Canon] Extra-powered blades: Knives and bladed weapons Slick wields are able to slice through almost anything (Steel, Stone, etc.) Will set up a permissions post for tougher characters!
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[Voice]
I know there’s not much to do around Scratch’s apartment, but heroes?
That little speech could just about make a grown man puke. There’s only so many damn hours of watching alien kids smooching that you can take but no cigar the bitch shows up with her own plan. You’re left an few body parts short in the middle of shittown, Alternia. And that’s the least of it.
So you’ll have to pardon me if I’m not exactly up for this ‘hero’ horseshit.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
He disregarded the body of the antique store manager to examine his true target. At present, it busied its hands steadily with little noise echoing from its hollow body. Grinding his teeth restlessly, Slick picked up his iron horse hitcher and looked upon the window display.
For days he had walked past this innocuous-looking store, wedged between the key destinations of home and the bar he frequented. This store, that any other know-nothing busybody would walk past without any further thought. Busybodies were morons, thought Slick. Nothing but grey matter and potential hindrances to stab.
There were few that were competent enough to be categorized as anything else. The old man that unfortunately worked a shift today, for example, would be quickly forgotten once Slick’s business was finished within the shop.
Today, it looks like, was the day that he would finally clean this clock once and for all.
NAME: Pretzels
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: anthraxpretzels
IM: Essence of Empty
E-MAIL: zelasaa@yahoo.com
RETURNING: I also play Feferi. However, these two characters have not interacted in canon.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Spades Slick
FANDOM: Homestuck
CHRONOLOGY: Post Setting Doc Scratch’s Apartment on fire
CLASS: Anti-Hero, meanders into villain territory fairly easily
SUPERHERO NAME: Spades Slick
ALTER EGO: He may take up his old name of Jack Noir and attempt to get a desk job, being bureaucratically inclined.
BACKGROUND:
In paradox space, there is a game that calls its players to create a new world, called SBURB. Granted, it doesn’t give them much of a choice, since this game destroys the homes of any players that take its challenge. Once in the game, players must rise to the challenge and intervene in the battle of light and dark kingdoms. The Light Kingdom holds the name of Prospit, and the Dark Kingdom Derse. Each side holds strong carapaced warriors, but the dark side will always win. These constructs of the game are constant, and within each session there are a certain set of players within the carapaced Prospitans and Dersites.
Of note within these constructs is Jack Noir, archagent of Derse and vassal to its King and Queen, the latter of which rules Derse with an iron fist and is the object of his utmost hatred. Despite this title, he spends much of his time working as a paper-pushing agent in Derse’s capital, and has higher ambitions; ambitions of usurpation.
Along with his fellow agents, Jack finds allies in the form of Karkat Vantas, a young troll and one of the players of the game. Seeking the player’s help, Jack is able to gain Karkat’s trust by revealing that he shares blood colors with the troll-a bright candy-colored red. As they work through a plan titled ‘Operation Regisurp’, the trolls advance through their game and work closer to defeating the Black King and Queen.
In the end, all surviving Dersites and Prospitans are exiled to the Alternian wasteland as the Trolls finish their session. Before they can claim the game’s reward, however, they are stopped by none other than Jack’s counterpart-for the Jack Noir of another session had just gained godlike powers. But that’s another Jack’s story. We’re not talking about that guy here.
The Jack that we’re focusing on wanders the wasteland with his agents, and eventually forms the Midnight Crew, a gang focused on constructing a gangsters-like society out of the destroyed planet-which happens, to a degree. However, they gain a foe in the time-travel themed gang of the Felt. After getting a favorite casino destroyed, the Midnight Crew pursue the Felt in the mansion of their leader, Lord English, and seek to crack a mysterious safe within its depths. After countless (infuriating) time-travel shenanigans and the rest of his crew dead, Spades manages to bust into the safe, and stumbles upon a computer. There, he is able to communicate with Karkat, frustrated that these dumb kids keep kissing every time he looks at the screen.
Eventually, Slick, acquiring a new mechanical arm and eyepatch, assaults Doc Scratch, omnipotent underling to Lord English and First Guardian of Alternia, in his apartment. This is where I will be pulling him.
PERSONALITY:
Spades Slick has a very bitter personality, to say the least. In conversation, he angers easily, is generally rude and dismissive, and demands satisfactory and generally violent solutions to any problem he comes across. Short-tempered and known to lash out violently at people with the help of his weapons, he is rather brutal in nature and is unpleasant to get along with. With a hatred of clocks, queens (due to his subservient former occupation), troll kissing, and time travel, it is a wonder that he is able to constructively work with as many people as he can.
But it is difficult to deny Slick’s skill as a leader or planner. He is able to bring together and coordinate the skills of the various members of his crew, from safecracking strongman Hearts Boxcars to meddling Diamonds Droog to simpleton single-man bomb squad, Clubs Deuce. As leader, he is able to form tactics fairly well, and with skills as a paper-pusher in a past life, is able to carry out his plans with dangerous efficiency.
Slick’s secret weakness, however, is somewhat baffling considering his personality. He has a fondness of licorice scotty dogs, and hides his Terrier Fancy magazines from most. While he has an attachment for such candy, the gummy dogs do little to placate him from, say, burning down an apartment of a man he hates. And when Slick hates, he really puts all his energy into it.
POWER:
>[Canon] Card trick-items: Slick is able to transform items he has on his person into innoculous-looking playing cards. This includes mostly his prized LICORICE GUMMY DOGS, as well as any WEAPONS he may carry.
>[Canon] Carapace. When angry enough, he will revert to his carapaced form.
>[Non-Canon] Extra-powered blades: Knives and bladed weapons Slick wields are able to slice through almost anything (Steel, Stone, etc.) Will set up a permissions post for tougher characters!
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (FIRST PERSON) SAMPLE:
[Voice]
I know there’s not much to do around Scratch’s apartment, but heroes?
That little speech could just about make a grown man puke. There’s only so many damn hours of watching alien kids smooching that you can take but no cigar the bitch shows up with her own plan. You’re left an few body parts short in the middle of shittown, Alternia. And that’s the least of it.
So you’ll have to pardon me if I’m not exactly up for this ‘hero’ horseshit.
LOGS POST (THIRD PERSON) SAMPLE:
He disregarded the body of the antique store manager to examine his true target. At present, it busied its hands steadily with little noise echoing from its hollow body. Grinding his teeth restlessly, Slick picked up his iron horse hitcher and looked upon the window display.
For days he had walked past this innocuous-looking store, wedged between the key destinations of home and the bar he frequented. This store, that any other know-nothing busybody would walk past without any further thought. Busybodies were morons, thought Slick. Nothing but grey matter and potential hindrances to stab.
There were few that were competent enough to be categorized as anything else. The old man that unfortunately worked a shift today, for example, would be quickly forgotten once Slick’s business was finished within the shop.
Today, it looks like, was the day that he would finally clean this clock once and for all.