thoughtformed application.
◢YOU
- Name: Kelsey
- Email: paradisal [at] gmail [dot] com
- AIM: musician (buddylist is private!)
- LJ name: morimi
- Timezone: PST (GMT -8)
◢THEM
- Character name: Farmstink Buttlass Jade Harley
- Series: Homestuck
- Character history: MSPA Wiki
- Character personality:
A silly girl naps by her flowers. It is quite likely that she tired herself out with a variety of silly antics, as silly girls are often known to do. She may have a silly name too. Or maybe not. It is hard to say for sure without asking her.
But since she's slumbering peacefully, it would be a shame to wake her up. You might as well just give her a name right now.
> Enter name.
"Born" on December 1st, 1995, Jade Harley is thirteen years and (some shoddy estimate of height here) foot (also here) inches of charged enthusiasm, and when she isn't? She's having a narcoleptic fit. She has a passion for all things four-legged- or two, for the anthropomorphically persuaded- and furry, especially where her pet-cum-guardian, Becquerel, a four-hundred-million-year-old radioactive space pooch, is concerned. She has a zeal for gardening both the edible and inedible, and has quite the green thumb. She's an accomplished markswoman and owns an extensive armory of hunting rifles, though she'd never be caught needlessly harming an innocent creature. Despite her age, she has a talent for nuclear physics, and enjoys tinkering with advanced gadgetry. Jade also has a penchant for animated programs of sentimental quality, which she expresses through an impressive collection of plush toys.
Jade is both sociable and amiable, despite her bizarre, and rather lonely, upbringing. She has a wealth of compassion for not only fauna, but also her friends. She even extends her civility, albeit begrudgingly, to a gang of temporaly displaced trolls who have targeted both Jade and her three friends for years. She has a good sense of humor, often- for example- easily taking the crude comic stylings of Dave Strider in stride (pun probably intended), though his wit is sometimes lost on her. Her naivety for all things pop culture could be a direct result of her isolated childhood. Spending the majority of one's short life on a secluded island will do that to a girl. However, it's evident that Jade does not see herself as unfortunate, and exhibits an admirable knack for the optimistic even in the grimmest of circumstances. Accompanying this positivity is an inclination for the adventurous. She is nigh fearless, once jettisoning from her bedroom window via a makeshift zip-line to reach the ancient ruins at the center of a nearby lagoon. Furthermore, when a meteor triple the size of her isle loomed perilously overhead prior to her passage into The Medium, she was more concerned with her server player's wellbeing than her own.
Jade's plethora of patience is not, however, endless. When faced with the relentless, online harassment from the trolls, the line between tolerance and exasperation was a thin one. After years of pent-up frustration and niceties, it proved to be too much when she was forced to mediate between a Future and a Past Karkat in one of his many, poorly named memos. She lets him HAVE IT!!!!!!! and departs soon after, feeling even more agitated than she felt when she arrived. She is even quick to snap at Feferi, despite the fact that the troll was only trying to assuage her after an impromptu nap introduced her to the horrorterrors. Be that as it may, getting angry is far more distressing for Jade than it is liberating. She expresses remorse to some extent for both incidents and ends up offering her apologies to the involved parties.
Having lived most of her life with nothing but her frighteningly intelligent devilbeast dog and the stuffed remains of her dearly departed grandfather to keep her company, Jade is remarkably independent. She is self-sustaining, completely capable of looking after both herself and her wanderlust-afflicted mutt. She even takes on the harrowing responsibility of completing the stable time loops forecasted in her dreams without complaint. Although it would be substantially more convenient for her to simply divulge what she learns during her prophetic naps to her friends, she abstains, and instead prudently guides them through the Alpha timeline with a nudge here and there.
All in all, Jade Harley is a bright, and affable young girl. Although she can be a bit of an oddball, she is dependable and honest, and has a die-hard sense of loyalty when it comes to her companions.
◢SAMPLES
- Journal entry sample:
soooooo....
i guess im not real?? :/
or at least i didnt used to be
i still dont really know how to feel about that, its kind of a lot to process
but it was still my life, real or not!!!!
i dont care what anyone says
john, dave, and rose were the best friends a girl could ask for
and they still are <3 :)))
they will always be real to me
oh
and i guess some of the trolls were pretty cool too :P
- 3rd person sample:
Feeding time was always quite the adventure. The only venturing the typical dog owner ever faced was the trek from the pantry to the food bowl, and the only feasible peril was an unintentional spillage of kibble! Becquerel, however, wasn't your average schnauzer. Though Jade always had found Dave's epithet a little excessive. Bec was a good dog! A good dog that just happened to be of the space warping variety and enjoyed his steak a little green. Sheesh.
With Bec's lightly irradiated meal tucked away safely in her memory modus, Jade takes the transportalizer down as far as it will go (stupid Typheus!), and superseding an intense encounter with Grandpa, she dashes pell-mell into the great outdoors. Now where could that silly dog be? Too bad he had thus far evaded the prophetic eye of her dreams. Feeding time would be a whole lot less eventful if she could predict his movements!
It's not until she tries her luck and ventures too close to the lagoon's edge that Bec makes an abrupt appearance (she nearly runs right into him!), standing guard like a fearsome gatekeeper. Except a lot more fluffy. And way more adorable. Jade draws her hunting rifle from the confines of her strife specibi on instinct, and the battle promptly unfolds.
After nearly exhausting the supply of bullets she had on hand, and making several Bec-assisted trips around the island, Becquerel is satisfied in both his tummy and his little doggy heart. Jade, on the other hand, is pooped! Out of breath, she captchalogues her rifle and sprawls spread-eagle on the ground, her string-laden fingers carding through the wild grass. Bec regards her vacantly before steadily lowering himself to her level, propping his chin on her stomach. She 'oofs' quietly and rests an affectionate palm between his ears.
"Good dog," she murmurs, reveling in the way the afternoon sun warms her eyelids, her fingers rubbing circles through his fur, "Best friend."