Witches Reign Application
Name: Carolyn
Journal: dandyleon
Contact: AIM: Celestial Teacup / email: candleghost[at]live.com
Character Name: Spades Slick
Series: Homestuck
Gender: Male
Age & Canon Point: Unknown, but several centuries old. Canon point is just after we last saw him, when Doc Scratch handed him the gun and kicked him out of his house.
Requested Sponsor: Ruby, if this is still applicable to him.
Entry position: Instructor, teaching (WTR 401) Intermediate Weapons Training: Blunt Weapons and (DRA 101) Drama.
History: MSPA Wiki article.
Garden History: During his first year in the Garden, Slick would have initially caused a bit of trouble. He would not have taken well to being taken away from his city, everything he owned and loved, and would have reacted violently, breaking rules in the process. But as stubborn and determined as he is, once he got over the initial shock he would have tried to complete his training as fast as he possibly could, and tried to find something to do where he had some control back. Such as being a teacher. He still, however, would never quite calm down enough to completely stop breaking rules, particularly the “no fighting outside of the training center” one.
Abilities & Physical Abnormalities: Slick has a scar over his left eye, which is not completely covered up by the eyepatch worn over it, and his right arm has been replaced by a robot one. He also has a mouth full of notably sharp and pointy teeth.
Personality: Spades Slick is the leader of the Midnight Crew, a notorious group of ruthless film noir-style mobsters. Slick certainly acts the part. His most defining personality trait has to be how angry and violent he is. It is incredibly easy to make Slick angry; even the sound of ticking clocks is enough to make him start setting things on fire. He is also very stubborn. He takes grudges to heart; when a rival gang took out a casino he liked, Slick made it his personal mission to murder each and every one of them. He has a very strong affinity for knives and heavy blunt objects, and certainly has the strength to back up a promise like that. By the same token, though, he won’t break a promise. His stubbornness also means that he will pull through with seemingly harebrained schemes surprisingly well, for example he built a successful city up out of a desert.
While Slick is crude and vulgar and pretty likely to cuss someone out (he swears a lot in general, actually), he does prefer to convey his feelings through actions rather than words. Slick is impatient, and impulsive. On top of preferring actions he tends to act on whatever first comes to mind. But he does have some semblance of self-control. He knows better than to kill someone that would potentially mean destroying the universe, at least. He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he certainly isn’t the dullest, either.
There’s more to Slick than just violence and stubborn rage, though. He genuinely cares about his Crew, and while it’s debatable how upset he would be if something happened to them he will always pull through in helping them out when they need it. He can also be a little silly, doing things like pretending his war chest is a car and drving it. He’s very self-conscious about his little immature acts, though, and won’t take it well if someone catches him at it. He’s also really, really bad at puns and cold one-liners, as much as he wishes he was good at them, and has a funny obsession with certain kinds of candy.
What are your plans for the character in-game? Nothing as of yet! Outside of playing with this amazing cast you have here, I mean. And being the worst drama teacher ever.
Anything else?
Complete TWO out of the FOUR options.
i) IC Questionnaire
What do you prefer to be known as?
Spades Slick. Or just Slick. Doesn’t matter much.
How old are you?
Way older than you, that’s for sure.
Do you have any history in combat?
You kidding? Combat is my fucking element.
If so, have you ever killed?
Heheh. More than I can count.
i) How do you feel when you get involved in some project that calls for immediate and rapid activity?
That’s just how I like things to operate. As long as I’m the one in charge, it feels pretty damn satisfying.
ii) Do you organize and initiate leisure activities?
Yeah, I guess so. I mean, the Crew starting a band was my idea.
iii) What role do you take when working in a group?
I’m the leader, no question.
iv) How talkative are you around other people?
Depends on the person. I can be plenty chatty if I want, but usually I just let my knives do the talking for me.
v) What three things would you want to have with you on a desert island? State your reasoning.
Diamonds Droog, enough water for both of us, and a good knife. Droog because I can count on him, water because I’ve been in that kinda situation before and it sucks not having it, and there’s a hundred different uses for a good knife.
vi) Is it important to be liked by a wide range of people?
No. I got the Crew. That’s all I need. Being feared by a wide range of people, on the other hand…
vii) When the odds are against you, is it worth taking a chance?
Every time. I ain’t scared of a little challenge.
viii) Do you consider yourself to be an impulsive person?
I do what I want. I don’t need to think about it.
ix) Would you agree that planning things ahead takes the fun out of life?
Hell yeah. Except when planning ahead saves my ass, I mean.
x) Do you like surprises?
No, but it’s not like I can’t handle them.
xi) Do you sometimes wonder if there is something wrong with you?
No. I don’t waste time thinking about useless shit like that.
xii) Do you consider yourself to be smarter than your superiors, and disagree with their decisions?
I don’t have any superiors. I’m the one on top.
xiii) Lastly, how do you feel about cabbages?
Won’t catch me eating them. They’re fucking gross.
ii) Prose sample (Prompt: Your character really wants (something), but for whatever reason can't get it.)
Slick was absolutely furious.
This wasn’t anything new, but this time was worse than usual.
Some nameless thug, a guy just looking for trouble, had somehow gotten his hands on Slick’s hat, and, of all things, the licorice scotty dogs inside. Slick’s fucking licorice scotty dogs, were in the filthy hands of some idiot who had decided to cross the wrong mobster tonight, and being held above his head, like a fucking taunt.
Slick had a knife in his hand in less than a second, almost growling in frustration. Only one other person ever made him quite this angry, and she at least had enough sense not to take his candy. Slick figured this guy must be new. You don’t run a city from the shadows without making a name for yourself, after all. The name Spades Slick was about as recognizable as they come.
Slick didn’t care too much about the fame, though it was a nice bonus. What he really liked was the control, the power that he had never had, back on Derse. Although the Queen that had so infuriatingly ground him under her heel was still around (and now she was tied to the universe, a fact that guaranteed he couldn’t touch her no matter how much he hated it,) she was nothing compared to what she had been before. He had (mostly) free reign to do as he pleased.
This guy here, though, had no such luck, and he was going down, just as soon as Slick had a good one-liner for him, as a parting gift for pissing him off.
Bet you don’t--
Wait, no.
You just didn’t have the guts--
Wait, wait, no, fuck, he’s got this.
Bet you just didn’t have the guts to stand up to my knife.
Slick lunged. Gleaming metal sank into flesh.
As soon as he had fished it out of the bloody mess, Slick almost threw his hat back down in disgust. Shit, that was an awful pun.