Hey. Kat messaged me when I was logged onto Vriska's handle on Pestechum and told me about the place so I figured I'd drop by. Forgive me if anything seems...off. It's 3 am and I'm not exactly at peak metal condition. At any rate I hope this is good enough for y'all. If not, then I can certainly redo this when I'm more awake and alert.
And sorry about how plain this is. Formatting isn't my strong suit when I'm falling asleep at the keyboard.
Well, seeing as I’m mainly here to RP as Vriska this should be fairly easy! Vriska is, for lack of better terms, a bitch. She’s killed countless trolls during her maaaaaaaany sessions of FLARP after all! Sure, it may have been to feed her guardian, but it’s still pretty bitchy of her to do such a thing.
Outwardly she's very confident of herself, as shown by her pride in her FLARP character, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. However, she does have a softer side that she hardly shows. A side filled with regret and even a hint of disdain for her life. She blames her problems both on her apparent lack of luck (while constantly bragging about having ALL OF THE LUCK) and on her distinct blue blood.
She's revealed that she has a softer, more benevolent side that she doesn't show off as readily. She feels bad about killing Tavros, despite his murder being perfectly reasonible in Troll culture. And the fight with Bec Noir has shown that she geniuenly cares for her friends, and is willing to risk herself to fight for them.• DESCRIPTION:
She seems to be the average height of a troll her age, but seems to be a bit thinner than her peers. She, like the rest of her race, sports a nifty pair of horns and possesses both grey skin and black hair. Her eyes are quite unique. Her right eye is normal enough for a Troll, a yellow eye with a black pupil. However, her left eye consists of one main pupil surrounded by six smaller pupils, bringing her total pupil count to eight. This is what gives her vision eightfold, which gives her some sort of unspecified X-ray type ability.
Her horns resemble the tail and pincer of a common scorpion (which is linked to the zodiac sign she represents; Scorpio). Her hair is about waist length, and is a bit wild. Tufts of hair jut out at various points along her hairline. Her bangs are generally swept to the left above the eyes, but cover the left side of her face following her injury at the hands of a certain exploding magical sphere.
She also sports a pair of fangs, keeping with the entire spider/scorpion motif. Surrounding those fangs are a pair of lips (quite normal!) that share the same color as her large eyelashes; which appears to be a little darker than the nice azure blood than runs through her veins (sorry if they're the same color as the blood, I'm a tad colorblind!).
AS for clothing, Vriska's definitely got her own style. She absolutely adores any type of red footwear, and is generally seen wearing a dark grey jacked on top of her black T-shirt. A large pair of glasses and a pair of dark blue pants complete her day-to-day ensemble. As a God Tier, Vriska sports a bright orange hooded shirt with a yellow Light symbol and red pair of shoes. On her back are two magnificent fairy wings which mirror the dot layout of her eyes.• HEADCANON:
The only headcanon I really have for Vriska is her voice sounding like Von Fawn's interpretation. You can find a great example both here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtIXUYf8nHg
and here http://tindeck.com/listen/yill• INFORMATION ABOUT YOU:
My name is Cody, age 19. Since I'm juggling a social life, job, and college I won't be available ALL THE TIME, but I get on the internet when I can. I work as a Package Handler for UPS which means I'll be busy from 8 or 9 PM Mountain time to 2-3 AM Mountain time. I have some free time between classes though, and I'm usually online even if I'm attempting to concentrate on my homework. I do get Saturdays and Sundays off though, so that is generally when I'll be online the most. I'll still be able to post every day, though, so don't worry about that. If you want to contact me the best way would be through MSN. Just add BroncoBoy3@aol.com (can't believe I still use this ancient e-mail address) and you're good to go.
When I'm not at the computer I'm usually playing Street Fighter with some friends, listening to music, or lifting weights. I enjoy watching terrible horror movies and B-movies, as well as kung-fu flicks and westerns. I think Frederic Chopin is the greatest thing to ever happen in the history of music. Anything else you wanna know, feel free to ask.
Now for the RP response. I'll be doing it as Vriska, so yeah. Here goes nothing.•Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for him/her to throw out? What is difficult for him/her to part with? Why?
The sound of a D4 being trampled upon was no stranger in this hive. After all, the little plastic bastards were scattered all over the floor; a mute army of caltrops whose only purpose was presumably to bring their owner nothing pain and frustration.
Vriska Serket gave a loud and somewhat embarassing yelp as her foot met the malevolent gaming device.
"Lousy goddamn dice..." she mumbled, hobbling over to her computer. As Vriska slowly sank into her chair, her eyes turned to the moniter. Trollian was going absolutely batshit crazy, giving constant notification that Vriska had a growing number of messages waiting. Someone was obviously growing more and more impatient with the young Troll. Vriska glanced at the notifications and gave an exasperated sigh. The person at the other end was none other than Kanaya Maryam, Vriska's moirail and meddlesome bitch.
"What is it? I'm really not in the mood for talking right now."
"Did You Step On One Of Your Dice Again, Vriska?"
"Shut up!!!!!!! It's not my fault I have 8ad luck!"
"It Isn't Bad Luck. You Wouldn't Be Constantly Injuring Yourself If You Would Clean Your Hive Once In A While. I've Got Something Important To Tell You, But I'm Not Saying Anything Until You Clean Up A Bit. You're Going To Kill Yourself At This Rate."
Trollian gave a beep as Kanaya closed the window, giving notification the she was no longer in the conversation. Vriska's brow furrowed as she read the final message. Who does this girl think she is? Nobody tells Vriska Serket what to do! NOBODY!
Vriska glanced around the room. Among the legion of D4s were a cavalcade of broken magic 8-balls, with the odd doomsday device here and there.
"Well, I guess I have nothing 8etter to do" she thought, "and I could really use the extra room." As much as it killed her to admit it, Vriska knew that Kanaya was right. This hive was far more deadly than all of her doomsday devices put together. All of them.
Vriska briskly stood up, ready to get this unpleasant cleaning business over with. But wait! What should be cleaned first? Those terrible, conniving dice? Or maybe the shards of plastic that were once unbroken black oracles? Maybe starting with the walls will be better. All of those posters were starting to making this room feel awfully cramped, after all.
Vriska's eyes flitted from poster to poster, trying to find one she would be willing to part with. After minutes of deliberation and searching, she decided on the drawing that had been hastily affixed to her wall. It was of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, Vriska's FLARP character and legendary Petticoat Seagrift.
On second thought, it was a VERY cool drawing and Vriska was quite proud of it. Mindfang would stay right where she was. Ugh, back to square one. Maybe cleaning all of the debris off of the floor would prove to be more successful. Vriska stepped away from the wall, getting ready to scan the floor for any undesirables. SQUISH
"Not again! I hate these goddamn stupid dice!" Vriska screeched, tenderly lifting her foot off of the 4-sided harbinger of displeasure. She now knew what the first thing to clean was. Vriska bent down and began gathering all of the D4s she could, placing them all into one large pile that she would later dispose of. Halfway through her tedious chore, a thought snuck into young Ms. Serket's thinkpan. Where was she planning on putting the dice she was collecting? Leaving them in a gargantuan pile on the floor simply wouldn't suffice. She briefly considered placing them in her bucket and throwing them out the window, but the thought was utterly disgusting and was quickly discarded.
Oh well, disposal could wait. There was still the matter of broken 8-balls to attend to. Vriska slowly began gathering up the pieces of broken oracle, placing them in another pile next to the pile of dice.
"UGH! This is so 8ooooooooring!"
Vriska stood up, and angrily kicked over the pile of dice. She was the boss around these parts, not them and certainly not Kanaya. Besides, it was only a matter of time before her hive was back to its normal state of clutter, so why bother wasting time cleaning it now? There were games to play, levels to gain.
To this day Vriska continues to step on those goddamn infernal dice.