Application for Microcosm
Player Name: Bensen
Journal: tealite
E-mail: lose.your.mind.on.all.my.candy@gmail.com
Age: 19
Character Name: Aradia Megido
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck (Comic! & Handy dandy wiki page)
Point in canon: Post exploding during >Sollux: Answer Aradia
Character Background and Personality: Before her death, Aradia was a curious, slightly sarcastic, spirited young troll with a passion for Live-Action Roleplaying and digging around in caves. Her species exists as a race of feral aliens who live according to a caste-based social structure that is indicated and sorted out by the colors of their blood. Aradia sits on the lowest-known rung of the ladder (excluding lesser-seen "mutant" blood), making her a land-dwelling troll with a fairly unassuming way of life that isn't tied down with the responsibilities of those with higher blood colors. Lower-blooded trolls are thusly given a little more leeway because of their status as the society's peasantry.
She was a troll who was known for her keen eye for things that interested her-- whether they be simple or out of the ordinary. As previously mentioned, she liked to explore ruins and artifacts with her Lusus, sort of channeling the hobby of her fictional idol: Troll Indiana Jones with a stylish hat to boot. Her weapon at the time was even a whip to drive the point further home. To fall into the out of the ordinary category, Aradia had a fascination with the dead and the occult that will be touched upon later. Her imagination liked to run here and there, becoming incredibly good for coming up with ideas for her FLARPing escapades with Tavros Nitram. She never really cared for the caste system, content with where she sat on the ladder and still handling everything with grace and poise as it came.
Well, that was all good until plot happened and her best friend at the time was taken control of and proceeded to blast her into the next timeline. Figuratively speaking, of course. It just killed her... and her Lusus. As a result of Sollux's Mind Honey Incident, Aradia was reduced to a spirit who was basically robbed of all of her emotions. She would literally have to be walked through how to laugh and would casually dismiss any kind of swell of emotion as something that she simply couldn't remember. Instead of being "happy" or "sad" or "angry", she instead turned to being 0k with everything. The one emotion she could remember, however, was boredom. Aradia would frequently destroy things simply because she could and had nothing better to do with her copious psychic powers (enhanced by her blood color as lower-blooded trolls have a higher amount of psychic prowess). Which as it was made pretty clear, breaking things happens to be the only thing that breaking things was the only thing that brought her pleasure anymore. Her curiosity was retained purely on a professional level, prompting her to seek out a code in the Frog Temple to give to Sollux. She even bothered to telekinetically keep the head of the temple's frog for her own use in her first prototyping but nothing more.
Aradia believes very much in the idea that everything happens for a reason. She doesn't particularly worry about the future and leaves everything up to what is meant to happen to everyone and everything around her-- even the apocalypse that would eventually destroy her race and her own death. She doesn't try to fight fate in any way and more or less tries to not question whatever happens for the sake of simplicity and the fact that it's not like anyone can really stop what time is going to lead to. A huge part of this comes from her ability to hear the voices of the dead that have been present since she was "very young" according to canon. The spirits can either be cooperative or combative depending on what they want and what she wants-- occasionally they agree, and sometimes they don't, resulting in mildly frustrating mental brushes with them. She has no control over what the spirits pick up for the Sylladex and keep for her to use in the future, further pushing the point that she really has no reason to doubt what will happen.
And that brings us to where she is pulled from. Aradia's soul possessed a robot created by Equius Zahhak and managed to sort of regulate her emotions and bring out some sides of her that disappeared when she was killed. She even uses exclamation points and smiles for a minute! However, this resulted in massive mood swings that may or may not have been a mistake on Equius' part. The most famous example is her ripping her heart out and proceeding to beat the crap out of Equius for programming some flushed (romantic) feelings into her make-up.
All a technicality, really.
Anyway, as time passes in the Soulbot, she seems to even out, occasionally doing horrible things like getting her revenge on Vriska by beating her and leaving her to bleed to death on the ground. But overall, she seems to not be as bored as her soul-self was outside of the tangible form-- though perhaps a mite more confrontational.
When she enters the city, Aradia will-- obviously --be alive. Because of this, her personality will go back to the way it was before her death. Curious and adventurous, she will be interested in getting to know the people, places and perhaps want to get further information on where she is. However, this doesn't come without its hang-ups. Aradia will still have a certain lack of enthusiasm and will become easily bored if she isn't busying herself with something. The lack of the voices in her head will ultimately be the root cause of why she easily loses interest in the mundane as she doesn't have anything to listen to or even bicker with over her fate. Taking another nod to her dead self, she will be prone to forgetting how to react to happiness/sadness/anger on occasion and might need a little bit of a push. Even with each distinct personality that she is given up to her pull-point, there has to be some kind of balance to make everything come together.
Sexual Orientation: Trolls are said to not have an established sexual orientation. Rather, they are considered "bisexual" while some have a "fetish" for one gender or the other. Aradia isn't really shown to sway towards one side or the other but has a male canon interest. For simplicity's sake, I will say that she is the bisexual canon default.
Sample Post:
If there was one thing that Aradia didn't particularly miss about being alive, it was the feeling pain. In this case, the pounding headache that came with a strange combination of dying again, mixed with sleep, mixed with waking up in a smelly, sterile room and learning that she was apparently supposed to make a living out of an act that was normally kept under wraps.
Oh well. It was just another day to the people here-- and it would become just another to her in time.
One of the few joys she managed to find shortly after her arrival was the wide array of shops that the city had to offer. She liked looking at things, even if she hadn't the money to spend on them. Today's venture: Clothing.
While fashion wasn't really a priority for her back home, Aradia took notes on each and every article she wanted to purchase when she had enough to do so. Maybe her inner female tendencies were starting to show thanks to this new found life she had been given. She paused on a dress near the back of the store, her fingers reaching out to touch at the net-like fabric on the skirt accented with some kind of sparkling spray that made it glisten like a thousand diamonds stuck to the fabric.
"How nice..." She said softly, her lips quirking into a funny sort of smile that hurt her cheeks a bit. Maybe that would stop with a little time too. Along with how cold air made her actually feel cold and made her throat hurt when she breathed. Or the sun still stung on her skin.
Being alive had a lot of perks, right? Right now, all she saw were the hang-ups.
"Maybe next time." A soft shrug of her shoulders and Aradia turned away, only to be greeted by a wall full of items that could barely be described as "clothes". Her lips parted and her eyebrows shot up her forehead in shock.
"Young lady?" An attendant from that chunk of the shop appeared next to her out of thin air, smiling a smile that could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves. He leaned over a bit and made a gesture back to the dress, "I see that red is your color..."
"I really don't need help. It's okay," she insisted as the man reached for her arm and led her further into the more risque section of his shop.
A laugh fluttered from his lips, "Nonsense. You will thank me later..."
Journal: tealite
E-mail: lose.your.mind.on.all.my.candy@gmail.com
Age: 19
Character Name: Aradia Megido
Series: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck (Comic! & Handy dandy wiki page)
Point in canon: Post exploding during >Sollux: Answer Aradia
Character Background and Personality: Before her death, Aradia was a curious, slightly sarcastic, spirited young troll with a passion for Live-Action Roleplaying and digging around in caves. Her species exists as a race of feral aliens who live according to a caste-based social structure that is indicated and sorted out by the colors of their blood. Aradia sits on the lowest-known rung of the ladder (excluding lesser-seen "mutant" blood), making her a land-dwelling troll with a fairly unassuming way of life that isn't tied down with the responsibilities of those with higher blood colors. Lower-blooded trolls are thusly given a little more leeway because of their status as the society's peasantry.
She was a troll who was known for her keen eye for things that interested her-- whether they be simple or out of the ordinary. As previously mentioned, she liked to explore ruins and artifacts with her Lusus, sort of channeling the hobby of her fictional idol: Troll Indiana Jones with a stylish hat to boot. Her weapon at the time was even a whip to drive the point further home. To fall into the out of the ordinary category, Aradia had a fascination with the dead and the occult that will be touched upon later. Her imagination liked to run here and there, becoming incredibly good for coming up with ideas for her FLARPing escapades with Tavros Nitram. She never really cared for the caste system, content with where she sat on the ladder and still handling everything with grace and poise as it came.
Well, that was all good until plot happened and her best friend at the time was taken control of and proceeded to blast her into the next timeline. Figuratively speaking, of course. It just killed her... and her Lusus. As a result of Sollux's Mind Honey Incident, Aradia was reduced to a spirit who was basically robbed of all of her emotions. She would literally have to be walked through how to laugh and would casually dismiss any kind of swell of emotion as something that she simply couldn't remember. Instead of being "happy" or "sad" or "angry", she instead turned to being 0k with everything. The one emotion she could remember, however, was boredom. Aradia would frequently destroy things simply because she could and had nothing better to do with her copious psychic powers (enhanced by her blood color as lower-blooded trolls have a higher amount of psychic prowess). Which as it was made pretty clear, breaking things happens to be the only thing that breaking things was the only thing that brought her pleasure anymore. Her curiosity was retained purely on a professional level, prompting her to seek out a code in the Frog Temple to give to Sollux. She even bothered to telekinetically keep the head of the temple's frog for her own use in her first prototyping but nothing more.
Aradia believes very much in the idea that everything happens for a reason. She doesn't particularly worry about the future and leaves everything up to what is meant to happen to everyone and everything around her-- even the apocalypse that would eventually destroy her race and her own death. She doesn't try to fight fate in any way and more or less tries to not question whatever happens for the sake of simplicity and the fact that it's not like anyone can really stop what time is going to lead to. A huge part of this comes from her ability to hear the voices of the dead that have been present since she was "very young" according to canon. The spirits can either be cooperative or combative depending on what they want and what she wants-- occasionally they agree, and sometimes they don't, resulting in mildly frustrating mental brushes with them. She has no control over what the spirits pick up for the Sylladex and keep for her to use in the future, further pushing the point that she really has no reason to doubt what will happen.
And that brings us to where she is pulled from. Aradia's soul possessed a robot created by Equius Zahhak and managed to sort of regulate her emotions and bring out some sides of her that disappeared when she was killed. She even uses exclamation points and smiles for a minute! However, this resulted in massive mood swings that may or may not have been a mistake on Equius' part. The most famous example is her ripping her heart out and proceeding to beat the crap out of Equius for programming some flushed (romantic) feelings into her make-up.
All a technicality, really.
Anyway, as time passes in the Soulbot, she seems to even out, occasionally doing horrible things like getting her revenge on Vriska by beating her and leaving her to bleed to death on the ground. But overall, she seems to not be as bored as her soul-self was outside of the tangible form-- though perhaps a mite more confrontational.
When she enters the city, Aradia will-- obviously --be alive. Because of this, her personality will go back to the way it was before her death. Curious and adventurous, she will be interested in getting to know the people, places and perhaps want to get further information on where she is. However, this doesn't come without its hang-ups. Aradia will still have a certain lack of enthusiasm and will become easily bored if she isn't busying herself with something. The lack of the voices in her head will ultimately be the root cause of why she easily loses interest in the mundane as she doesn't have anything to listen to or even bicker with over her fate. Taking another nod to her dead self, she will be prone to forgetting how to react to happiness/sadness/anger on occasion and might need a little bit of a push. Even with each distinct personality that she is given up to her pull-point, there has to be some kind of balance to make everything come together.
Sexual Orientation: Trolls are said to not have an established sexual orientation. Rather, they are considered "bisexual" while some have a "fetish" for one gender or the other. Aradia isn't really shown to sway towards one side or the other but has a male canon interest. For simplicity's sake, I will say that she is the bisexual canon default.
Sample Post:
If there was one thing that Aradia didn't particularly miss about being alive, it was the feeling pain. In this case, the pounding headache that came with a strange combination of dying again, mixed with sleep, mixed with waking up in a smelly, sterile room and learning that she was apparently supposed to make a living out of an act that was normally kept under wraps.
Oh well. It was just another day to the people here-- and it would become just another to her in time.
One of the few joys she managed to find shortly after her arrival was the wide array of shops that the city had to offer. She liked looking at things, even if she hadn't the money to spend on them. Today's venture: Clothing.
While fashion wasn't really a priority for her back home, Aradia took notes on each and every article she wanted to purchase when she had enough to do so. Maybe her inner female tendencies were starting to show thanks to this new found life she had been given. She paused on a dress near the back of the store, her fingers reaching out to touch at the net-like fabric on the skirt accented with some kind of sparkling spray that made it glisten like a thousand diamonds stuck to the fabric.
"How nice..." She said softly, her lips quirking into a funny sort of smile that hurt her cheeks a bit. Maybe that would stop with a little time too. Along with how cold air made her actually feel cold and made her throat hurt when she breathed. Or the sun still stung on her skin.
Being alive had a lot of perks, right? Right now, all she saw were the hang-ups.
"Maybe next time." A soft shrug of her shoulders and Aradia turned away, only to be greeted by a wall full of items that could barely be described as "clothes". Her lips parted and her eyebrows shot up her forehead in shock.
"Young lady?" An attendant from that chunk of the shop appeared next to her out of thin air, smiling a smile that could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves. He leaned over a bit and made a gesture back to the dress, "I see that red is your color..."
"I really don't need help. It's okay," she insisted as the man reached for her arm and led her further into the more risque section of his shop.
A laugh fluttered from his lips, "Nonsense. You will thank me later..."