application: soul campaign
[ PLAYER INFORMATION ]
Player Name: Sakki
Age: 22
Timezone: US Central
Personal Journal: wilcoxism
Contact Information:
Instant Messenger: AIM - snakesonacondor
Email: lordoftheiphail@gmail.com
Current Characters: N/A
Activity Checks: N/A
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ]
Name: Equius Zahhak, centaursTesticle
Age: 6 solar sweeps/13 human years
Gender: Male
Fandom: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Timeline: Shortly after the arrival in the Veil.
History: Equius’ history, Act 5: Act 1 timeline
Character Personality: Equius can be described in a number of ways. Polite company would call him old-fashioned, driven, and dedicated. Everybody else would call him a humorless, raging asshole with a number of unreasonably terrifying and freakish obsessions. Both are right, in their own ways, though Equius would be sure to describe himself as a paragon of honor and dignity in a world where such things have been cast off by miscreants and commoner trash.
Equius is a proud troll - proud of his blood and class and strength - and that pride often becomes outright arrogance. He’s highly confident in (most of) his decisions and has no problem rubbing in just how superior he is to other people who rank lower on the hemospectrum (the blood caste-ranking system in troll society) regardless of whether or not they actually care. To him, the hemospectrum is an undeniable and extremely important part of life, requiring everybody to act exactly according to their blood color. Those in the lower half must act with baseless crassness, submitting to their superiors without question, and those with higher-quality blood must act with grace, dignity, and superiority at all times, ordering around the lower classes and using their lives as tools. Deviations from these patterns tend to ... upset him.
He's not a complete classist asshole, though - just mostly one. He has some doubts about the workings of the hemospectrum, since not everybody seems to accept it as thoroughly as he does, and there tends to be logic behind this rejection. He's madly in love with (or flushed for) Aradia Megido, who has the lowest possible position on the hemospectrum, since her behavior was one of the aforementioned deviations from the class patterns. That this could even be possible is one of the things about the spectrum that confuses him. Additionally, his moirail (or fated friend) Nepeta is of a lower blood color than him, but he'd do anything to protect her. With the events leading up to trolls' exile in the Veil, he's extended some level of that protective streak to the other trolls. They may not like each other, but enemies and friends are all but one and the same in their culture. They're all that's left; he'll do what he can.
His obsessions range primarily into things typically related to the higher classes - archery, slam poetry, the acquisition and display of ancient and honorable forms of artwork (never ask him about the artwork) - but also include his aforementioned view of class structure and his perception of strength. Equius is unbelievably strong (detailed in his abilities section), and he knows it. He revels in it. He endeavors to be as strong as possible, putting tons of work and dedication into becoming the pinnacle of strength. After all, if he has that much strength, it's an obvious demonstration of his domination over the lower classes ... which leads into his rather unsettling problem with dominance and submission. While he insists and practically demands that all lower classes obey his orders, he simultaneously insists (but not demands!) that all those with higher blood than him also order him around, something he's almost too happy to comply with. Additionally, he seems to take a perverse and terribly hidden pleasure in being ordered around by the lower classes, treating it like an awful, but delicious, depravity.
And then there's the anger. Equius gets angry easily. Very easily. When things he handles break (a frequent occurrence), he get furious. When people argue with him, he gets furious. When people act outside their class range and it doesn't confuse him, he gets furious. Almost anything can send him flying into a rage, which he can only calm down from by exhibiting unreasonable amounts of violence. Typically, he smashes apart the robots he builds and sets on Kill Mode for this exact reason, but other damages can calm him down as well - someone hurling a bathtub through his wall has been proven to help.
The aforementioned class issues, the aforementioned rage fits, and basically any other compromising situations tend to make Equius start to sweat profusely. He often has towels on hand to remedy the situation, but it's still gross.
D --> He types in a manner befitting someone of his e%ceptional status
D --> And isn't overly fond of punctuation
D --> He speaks in a STRONG way as well, and refuses to participate in the f00lishness of using the e%cremental language of the lower classes
D --> By which I mean he finds l00d words una%eptable
D --> And when he becomes flustered or very worried it behoofs him to replace words with livestock puns
Character Abilities: Equius is strong. Freakishly strong. His gentlest touch can bruise even the strongest of creatures, and no matter how careful he is, things made of glass and wood inevitably snap and shatter under his grip. The only things that can really hold up against him are robots and other metallic constructs, and even then they wind up smashed into pieces when he exerts the full amount of his strength. Turning that full amount on anything living can result in complete ruin for the unfortunate victim. His strength can, however, be harnessed for good: it allows him unprecedented amounts of power over his enemies and allows him to leap, climb, throw, run, and perform basically any other action with incredible ease and often without any necessary outside assistance (he needs no ladders to climb).
He’s also an excellent mechanic, being able to construct robotics for people (an arm, a pair of legs, and an entire body, all with functioning blood and presumably nerves), though he typically uses this ability to build robots for himself so he can beat the crap out of them.
On arrival to Death City, Equius' strength will be weakened - no more total ruination or building destruction - but he's still STRONG beyond belief. Especially for someone his age.
Character Weaknesses: Equius' strength tends to work against him as much as for him. Smaller, weaker things shatter under his grip, and he can't actually exhibit much physical contact with anyone not his Lusus (guardian protector) or a robot out of the fear that he'll accidentally hurt or kill them. His dedication to an undesirable and outdated class system rigidly locks him into a specific moral attitude, preventing him from easily befriending anyone and more often than not just pissing them off further. Possibly this is the thing that cripples him most: because of his own moral dilemmas involving class fraternization, he often finds himself at odds with himself over what, precisely, is the right thing to do, as opposed to the correct thing. Especially because he often defaults to the correct thing over the right, regardless of the consequences.
[ MEISTER ONLY SECTION ]
Why your character should be a Meister: Equius' somewhat disturbing power and control issues would lead him to interesting developments in either role, but as a Meister, he has more opportunity to utilize his all-important strength and fighting abilities during his time in Death City. Added to this, he generally believes that anyone below him is practically meant to serve him, and demands subservience for the most part. To be forced into working with a Weapon who could easily rescind their power and leave him helpless or unable to utilize his strength will, I hope, force him to further face his generally assholic behavior when it comes to class and social status.
Meister Ability: Soul Rage
[ SOUL INFORMATION ]
Soul Description: STRONG, furious, obsessive, arrogant, confident, serious
Soul Appearance: A slightly larger soul than normal, royal blue in color, with his horns (one broken), his sunglasses (also broken), and a grimace with his cracked and broken teeth. It shares a shorter version of his hairstyle, and sweats whenever he's in a compromising, confusing, or enraging situation.
[ SAMPLES ]
First Person: D --> I don't particularly appreciate being dragged here out of the b100 with no advance warning
D --> Nor do I have particularly positive feelings toward this world's STRONG sunlight
D --> But since there's already been an e%planation, as unsatisfying as it was, I only have two questions
D --> Who can tell me which of the two classifications I fall under
D --> And are there any other Alternian Trolls present here
D --> One other thing
D --> Someone tell me how to repair these devices
D --> I've already broken a few of the keys
Third Person: The arrival at the dark laboratory had been unexpected. As far as he knew, they'd won - marginally, but yes, they'd won. And survived. Their strength had ruled over the Black King's, even as insanely powered as he was, and then ... what? Burning, bright light, fire, a psychic shove and a flash of white before being unceremoniously dumped here.
But here, on this gleaming metal meteor, hidden away from that last threat, they could try to find a solution. Naturally, he expected to be addressed regarding said solutions. He was an excellent planner. But the low-bloods would undoubtedly ignore him and his fantastic ideas, crude scum that they were, until it was almost too late. For the time being, he would have to do something else - focus on other projects. Such as his robots. Which he was surely going to need in very short order, given how frustrating their thwarted victory was.
So Equius had gone hunting and found no shortage of tools and supplies to craft anything he needed. That alone had assuaged his anger somewhat, and he was just getting to sorting through them (they were tossed haphazardly together, not arranged neatly like they should have been!) when he thought he heard the door open. He turned to see who it was and
-- saw only darkness.
Again.
Equius stared at the dark ceiling above him, his sunglasses having been knocked askew, his mind momentarily devoid of any thought out of shock and surprise. If someone had managed to knock him unconscious and drag him to a further part of the lab, they were due for a talk. If they'd been attacked by enemies, he was very surprised that he wasn't dead. Neither of those seemed to be very likely reasons, though; this was unexpected and therefore unwanted. Someone was going to Explain Themselves, immediately.
Slowly he stood up, readjusting his sunglasses and gloves. He was prepared for an attack, as he always was. Whatever was foolish enough to assault him would experience a ruin unlike anything it had ever seen before.
Then a screen flickered on above him, startling the crap out of him. Again.
[ NOTES ]
I used to play firebrands no_afterword here. Hopefully I can bring them back sooner or later without falling off the face of the planet. Again.