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PLAYER INFO:
Name: Aki
Preferred pronoun: Feminine ones I suppose.
Preferred means of contact: aim: kuramal0ver
Any other characters currently in-game? Nope!
CHARACTER INFO
Name: The Ψiioniic / Dasraa Nasati
Gender: Male
Source: MSPaintAdventures: Homestuck
Canon point: Post Helmsmanship
Age: 10 sweeps
Colour: #a1a100
Chumhandle: mergingDuality
History:
Growing up on an adult filled Alternia, the Ψiioniic had a healthy hatred for the hemospectrum from a very young age. Most of the young trolls on Alternia stayed in the brooding caverns as long as possible, and when they did emerge, attempted to avoid adults at all costs. Especially ones with warm colored blood like Das. Adults were dangerous, powerful, and experienced. Above all, they were already deeply engrained in a culture that held two ideals above all the rest, their own species superiority, and the hemospectrum. A ruthless class system that placed sea dwellers on top. A system that put the power into the most cut throat and violent of hands. A system that said Dasraa, despite all his gifts was nothing more than a tool to be used.
No matter how talented of a psionic he was, Dasraa was still a lowblood. That made him in the eyes of most trolls, someone who didn't deserve their respect. Some did respect his power, but only for what it could bring to them. Dasraa never thought of his abilities as anything but a curse. With his visions waking him from even the sopor slime's embrace, and the voices of the imminently deceased haunting him at night it was certainly hard to think of his talents as gifts. Like most wrigglers fresh from the caverns, Dasraa was foolish, but unlike most of them, he was also cocky. He'd passed the trials easily. His lusus was dumb, but powerful. He thought he was the best, but that was the problem. He never learned to be afraid, not of a highbloods power, not until it was too late.
He was only five sweeps old, but he knew what a moirail was. He'd just lost his, and for nothing more than a few dry insults hurled an adult blue bloods way. He'd already seen her die in his visions, maybe a hundred times before. She'd been the one to soothe him those nights, to promise him she'd never do anything so foolish. Neither of them knew what would happen would be because of Dasraa's own lithping mouth. He was only five sweeps, but he knew about loss, and now he knew about fear. Loosing his moirail, it changed him, it taught him there was always a consequence to his actions, taught him just what he could loose, and taught him how little was tolerated. There was no leniency, not for him, not for anyone. His power didn't matter. Keeping his head down, and staying out of trouble did.
He made it to six sweeps living that way, but no psionic could last long in the city. Especially not one of Dasraa's caliber. He was taken to the psionic encampment by the blue blooded threshecutioners who ran the city. They said he was too much of a danger living in an apartment by himself. The other blue bloods were afraid of him. They said he didn't know how to control his powers or his mouth, but that he could learn. Maybe then he'd actually be useful someday.
That's when they'd killed his lusus. He tried to fight them, but it was no use. He was a grub compared to them, and without his lusus, without his moirail, what did he have left to fight for anyway. He had nothing, he was nothing. He was just their tool, and if he wanted to live he'd do what they said. The problem was he was finding it hard to want to.
The psionic encampment, if he were to recall it objectively, which he never did, wasn't actually that bad. He got clothes, food, and shelter for free. It wasn't the best of anything, but it was a place to live. The training was free to, if you could call it that. The Ψsiioniic never did. It was there he was forced to work for higher blooded trolls, to earn his living. It was literally do or die there for most, but never for him. He was too powerful, to valuable a resource. They couldn't afford to waste him in death. If he disobeyed he was beaten, if he really disobeyed he was severally beaten. Bruises and broken bones didn't matter, as long as his mind was safe. That was the only part of him they cared about. As much as he disliked it, he grew used to pain and learned to overlook scars.
It was during his eighth sweep that he first heard The Signless speak. At ten, he could still remember it clearly. Listening to The Signless wasn't like listening to any other troll. He spoke of impossibilities like they were common place. He made the unbelievable seem so simple, you couldn't understand why it wasn't the case. You couldn't understand why this wasn't the world you lived in. Most importantly, it made Dasraa want to live. The yellow blood couldn't remember the last time he'd had anything, but now, he had a dream. Dasraa couldn't stand another day at the compound after that. Escaping wasn't easy, but eventually he managed it.
It was simple luck that had kept The Signless in town until he had. He came to the unknown troll, ready to beg if it meant he could travel with him. He was more surprised than he should have been when they accepted him without much question. It seemed that a powerful psionic could be a big asset to a group of ragtag rebels. Dasraa didn't care what the reason was. For the first time in a long time he was happy. He would have given anything if things could have stayed like that, but it's never that simple, especially when society is against you.
Eventually The Signless and everyone in his group were caught. The Signless was put to death on the flogging jut. The others weren't so lucky. The Dolorosa was sold into slavery and the Psionic himself was sentenced to serve as the Helmsman for Her Imperial Condecension's new battleship. He never knew what happened to The Disciple. He didn't want to. By the time Dasraa's brought into the game, he's already served as a helmsman for one agonizing perigee. Why not agree to play some strange game? It's not like he has anything left to loose.
Personality:In his youth Dasraa was headstrong, confident, and stubborn. As he grew up and his life became more challenging he lost some of his confidence, and started to use his head more for thinking of ways to avoid trouble, instead of getting into it. His stubbornness never changed. Dasraa is loathe to give in or give up, even when it becomes obvious his way of thinking might not be the best. It causes him to be quite argumentative, especially to anyone he views as less intelligent than himself (which is usually everyone). He's the kind of person that thinks respect has to be earned, and while he won't shut others out, he doesn't give them many chances to prove their worth to him either.
Dasraa can be extremely self focused sometimes, and because of this has trouble seeing things from others points of view. It's not that he doesn't care about people. Quite the opposite in fact, Dasraa has more empathy than most trolls. It's just that, in his mind, their concerns have to be as valid or pitiful as his own, before he feels it's necessary to try and do anything about it. The caring side of him really shows through around the people he does respect. The way he acts around those people is almost completely different, from the way he acts around strangers. It's almost like flipping a switch. If he respects you he'll listen to and follow you to the ends of the earth. He hasn't had a lot of people he could call friends over the course of his life, and as such is extremely thankful for each and everyone of them he does have. He would do pretty much anything for a friend, no matter what the cost.
Abilities & physical limitations: Infinite Psionic Power, including Telekinesis, Eye Lasers, Prophetic Visions of Doom, and Hearing the Screams of the Imminently Deceased. He's supposed to be the most powerful psionic on his planet, which in a race where psionics are so common, is really saying something. He's also pretty good with computers. Physically he is limited in that he cannot say the letter s. He's average in almost every other manner of physical or mental ability.
Appearance: In all his hideously yellow glory
Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: Not Applicable
Strife Specibus: Keyboard Kind
Prototyping: Organic Neural Computing Interface (The pink tentacle part)
Title: Guide of Chaos
In-game abilities: As the Guide of Chaos The Ψsiioniic would be capable of seeing the places where opposing forces meet to become one, and he can guide others through this space without conflict. As a concept this can be a bit abstract, but the two opposing forces in this case can apply to natural forces or actual ideas, and in fact his abilities are much more useful in these sorts of situations.
The way this ability is most helpful is in aligning people's ideas. If two people are having an argument their opposing beliefs are the sources of conflict and chaos. The Ψsiioniic would be capable of seeing the places where the two beliefs coincide. The individuals common ground, if you will. He can guide others to that place. In this sense his powers function to allow him to be a sort of mediator between others. The idea is not to tame chaos and defeat it, nor to create it, but rather to make the two opposing forces whole, and, as it applies to communication, unite people.
At a low level he may just be able to sense when the paths towards intersection have been broached and only if the argument is between two people. Obviously the stronger people feel, the more difficult it is to find the peaceful way of resolving the conflict. With more people the way becomes limited and more complex, so it's more difficult to find in that kind of situation as well.
It's a rather specific and abstract ability that doesn't apply to a lot of broad situations, and he won't be very good at it at first. He probably won't even want to fulfill his role at first, but as he gains experience and stays in the game he'll become better at it and more willing to fulfill this role when he can.
Planet: The Land of Paths and Circuits is a planet composed entirely of pieces of large dark blue, violet, and gray circuit boards and the paths that run between them jutting out into open air. The number of roads and junctures seems endless and incomprehensible. Almost a maze of roads continuing into the sky and below the planet's surface. If you can call metal streets jutting out into the air a surface.
The denizen of the planet is Kwunxwa, a giant bird that is said to bring storms, disaster, and lightening. White hot electricity runs between the feathers of it's monstrous wings. The electricity it generates has been interfering with the planets circuits, throwing off its subroutines to the point where neither the sun nor the moon will rise, much to the distress of the songbirds that populate the planet. Birds who have long held the tradition of greeting the rising sun with their music.
SAMPLES
First-person dialogue sample: here
Prose sample:The Ψiioniic picked uncomfortably at his clothes. They were doing it again. Not that he could blame them. It had been an entire season since he'd joined The Signless' group, there was no reason something like this should be bothering him right now. They were always like this, The Dolorosa and Signless, with her fussing and worrying over him, and him grudgingly complying. He supposed, it hadn't bothered him at first because he hadn't learned right away what it had meant. He didn't know at first what she was to The Signless. He found their relationship, unusual to be sure, but then again most of The Signless' relationships were. Still, it wasn't strange like it was with the disciple, and it wasn't confusing like it was when he and The Signless were together. It felt natural, but in the most unnatural of ways.
The Dolorose had raised The Signless, when he figured that out he was instantly able to put a name to their relationship. Guardian, Lusus. She acted like his Lusus, and when The Signless appeased her, it was his on way of calming her, a way to reciprocate what she had always done for him the way an older troll should have started to care back for their lusus. The way The Ψiioniic should have gotten the chance to take care of his. The Ψsiioniic ψighed. He knew what this feeling was, he was jealous, and more than a little bit sad. He knew he wasn't the only troll without a lusus either. Not even the only one in they're group to be without. The Disciple and The Dolorosa both went without. Plenty of trolls lost their lusus. There was no reason The Psiioniic shouldn't be able to go without, but still, when he saw the, when he put a name to what it was, he couldn't stop the horrible feeling from filling him up.
His hand clenched where it rested on his knees. He didn't want to feel like this, not to any of them, especially not towards The Signless. He absentmindedly rubbed at his forehead, as though he could feel a migraine coming, and excused himself from their company. "Just a headache" had been his excuse, he didn't really care if they could see through it as he walked away from their camp site. He needed a walk, he needed to clear his head so he could stop this feeling. He needed to forget the Lusus he'd lost so many sweeps in the past.
Name: Aki
Preferred pronoun: Feminine ones I suppose.
Preferred means of contact: aim: kuramal0ver
Any other characters currently in-game? Nope!
CHARACTER INFO
Name: The Ψiioniic / Dasraa Nasati
Gender: Male
Source: MSPaintAdventures: Homestuck
Canon point: Post Helmsmanship
Age: 10 sweeps
Colour: #a1a100
Chumhandle: mergingDuality
History:
Growing up on an adult filled Alternia, the Ψiioniic had a healthy hatred for the hemospectrum from a very young age. Most of the young trolls on Alternia stayed in the brooding caverns as long as possible, and when they did emerge, attempted to avoid adults at all costs. Especially ones with warm colored blood like Das. Adults were dangerous, powerful, and experienced. Above all, they were already deeply engrained in a culture that held two ideals above all the rest, their own species superiority, and the hemospectrum. A ruthless class system that placed sea dwellers on top. A system that put the power into the most cut throat and violent of hands. A system that said Dasraa, despite all his gifts was nothing more than a tool to be used.
No matter how talented of a psionic he was, Dasraa was still a lowblood. That made him in the eyes of most trolls, someone who didn't deserve their respect. Some did respect his power, but only for what it could bring to them. Dasraa never thought of his abilities as anything but a curse. With his visions waking him from even the sopor slime's embrace, and the voices of the imminently deceased haunting him at night it was certainly hard to think of his talents as gifts. Like most wrigglers fresh from the caverns, Dasraa was foolish, but unlike most of them, he was also cocky. He'd passed the trials easily. His lusus was dumb, but powerful. He thought he was the best, but that was the problem. He never learned to be afraid, not of a highbloods power, not until it was too late.
He was only five sweeps old, but he knew what a moirail was. He'd just lost his, and for nothing more than a few dry insults hurled an adult blue bloods way. He'd already seen her die in his visions, maybe a hundred times before. She'd been the one to soothe him those nights, to promise him she'd never do anything so foolish. Neither of them knew what would happen would be because of Dasraa's own lithping mouth. He was only five sweeps, but he knew about loss, and now he knew about fear. Loosing his moirail, it changed him, it taught him there was always a consequence to his actions, taught him just what he could loose, and taught him how little was tolerated. There was no leniency, not for him, not for anyone. His power didn't matter. Keeping his head down, and staying out of trouble did.
He made it to six sweeps living that way, but no psionic could last long in the city. Especially not one of Dasraa's caliber. He was taken to the psionic encampment by the blue blooded threshecutioners who ran the city. They said he was too much of a danger living in an apartment by himself. The other blue bloods were afraid of him. They said he didn't know how to control his powers or his mouth, but that he could learn. Maybe then he'd actually be useful someday.
That's when they'd killed his lusus. He tried to fight them, but it was no use. He was a grub compared to them, and without his lusus, without his moirail, what did he have left to fight for anyway. He had nothing, he was nothing. He was just their tool, and if he wanted to live he'd do what they said. The problem was he was finding it hard to want to.
The psionic encampment, if he were to recall it objectively, which he never did, wasn't actually that bad. He got clothes, food, and shelter for free. It wasn't the best of anything, but it was a place to live. The training was free to, if you could call it that. The Ψsiioniic never did. It was there he was forced to work for higher blooded trolls, to earn his living. It was literally do or die there for most, but never for him. He was too powerful, to valuable a resource. They couldn't afford to waste him in death. If he disobeyed he was beaten, if he really disobeyed he was severally beaten. Bruises and broken bones didn't matter, as long as his mind was safe. That was the only part of him they cared about. As much as he disliked it, he grew used to pain and learned to overlook scars.
It was during his eighth sweep that he first heard The Signless speak. At ten, he could still remember it clearly. Listening to The Signless wasn't like listening to any other troll. He spoke of impossibilities like they were common place. He made the unbelievable seem so simple, you couldn't understand why it wasn't the case. You couldn't understand why this wasn't the world you lived in. Most importantly, it made Dasraa want to live. The yellow blood couldn't remember the last time he'd had anything, but now, he had a dream. Dasraa couldn't stand another day at the compound after that. Escaping wasn't easy, but eventually he managed it.
It was simple luck that had kept The Signless in town until he had. He came to the unknown troll, ready to beg if it meant he could travel with him. He was more surprised than he should have been when they accepted him without much question. It seemed that a powerful psionic could be a big asset to a group of ragtag rebels. Dasraa didn't care what the reason was. For the first time in a long time he was happy. He would have given anything if things could have stayed like that, but it's never that simple, especially when society is against you.
Eventually The Signless and everyone in his group were caught. The Signless was put to death on the flogging jut. The others weren't so lucky. The Dolorosa was sold into slavery and the Psionic himself was sentenced to serve as the Helmsman for Her Imperial Condecension's new battleship. He never knew what happened to The Disciple. He didn't want to. By the time Dasraa's brought into the game, he's already served as a helmsman for one agonizing perigee. Why not agree to play some strange game? It's not like he has anything left to loose.
Personality:In his youth Dasraa was headstrong, confident, and stubborn. As he grew up and his life became more challenging he lost some of his confidence, and started to use his head more for thinking of ways to avoid trouble, instead of getting into it. His stubbornness never changed. Dasraa is loathe to give in or give up, even when it becomes obvious his way of thinking might not be the best. It causes him to be quite argumentative, especially to anyone he views as less intelligent than himself (which is usually everyone). He's the kind of person that thinks respect has to be earned, and while he won't shut others out, he doesn't give them many chances to prove their worth to him either.
Dasraa can be extremely self focused sometimes, and because of this has trouble seeing things from others points of view. It's not that he doesn't care about people. Quite the opposite in fact, Dasraa has more empathy than most trolls. It's just that, in his mind, their concerns have to be as valid or pitiful as his own, before he feels it's necessary to try and do anything about it. The caring side of him really shows through around the people he does respect. The way he acts around those people is almost completely different, from the way he acts around strangers. It's almost like flipping a switch. If he respects you he'll listen to and follow you to the ends of the earth. He hasn't had a lot of people he could call friends over the course of his life, and as such is extremely thankful for each and everyone of them he does have. He would do pretty much anything for a friend, no matter what the cost.
Abilities & physical limitations: Infinite Psionic Power, including Telekinesis, Eye Lasers, Prophetic Visions of Doom, and Hearing the Screams of the Imminently Deceased. He's supposed to be the most powerful psionic on his planet, which in a race where psionics are so common, is really saying something. He's also pretty good with computers. Physically he is limited in that he cannot say the letter s. He's average in almost every other manner of physical or mental ability.
Appearance: In all his hideously yellow glory
Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: Not Applicable
Strife Specibus: Keyboard Kind
Prototyping: Organic Neural Computing Interface (The pink tentacle part)
Title: Guide of Chaos
In-game abilities: As the Guide of Chaos The Ψsiioniic would be capable of seeing the places where opposing forces meet to become one, and he can guide others through this space without conflict. As a concept this can be a bit abstract, but the two opposing forces in this case can apply to natural forces or actual ideas, and in fact his abilities are much more useful in these sorts of situations.
The way this ability is most helpful is in aligning people's ideas. If two people are having an argument their opposing beliefs are the sources of conflict and chaos. The Ψsiioniic would be capable of seeing the places where the two beliefs coincide. The individuals common ground, if you will. He can guide others to that place. In this sense his powers function to allow him to be a sort of mediator between others. The idea is not to tame chaos and defeat it, nor to create it, but rather to make the two opposing forces whole, and, as it applies to communication, unite people.
At a low level he may just be able to sense when the paths towards intersection have been broached and only if the argument is between two people. Obviously the stronger people feel, the more difficult it is to find the peaceful way of resolving the conflict. With more people the way becomes limited and more complex, so it's more difficult to find in that kind of situation as well.
It's a rather specific and abstract ability that doesn't apply to a lot of broad situations, and he won't be very good at it at first. He probably won't even want to fulfill his role at first, but as he gains experience and stays in the game he'll become better at it and more willing to fulfill this role when he can.
Planet: The Land of Paths and Circuits is a planet composed entirely of pieces of large dark blue, violet, and gray circuit boards and the paths that run between them jutting out into open air. The number of roads and junctures seems endless and incomprehensible. Almost a maze of roads continuing into the sky and below the planet's surface. If you can call metal streets jutting out into the air a surface.
The denizen of the planet is Kwunxwa, a giant bird that is said to bring storms, disaster, and lightening. White hot electricity runs between the feathers of it's monstrous wings. The electricity it generates has been interfering with the planets circuits, throwing off its subroutines to the point where neither the sun nor the moon will rise, much to the distress of the songbirds that populate the planet. Birds who have long held the tradition of greeting the rising sun with their music.
SAMPLES
First-person dialogue sample: here
Prose sample:The Ψiioniic picked uncomfortably at his clothes. They were doing it again. Not that he could blame them. It had been an entire season since he'd joined The Signless' group, there was no reason something like this should be bothering him right now. They were always like this, The Dolorosa and Signless, with her fussing and worrying over him, and him grudgingly complying. He supposed, it hadn't bothered him at first because he hadn't learned right away what it had meant. He didn't know at first what she was to The Signless. He found their relationship, unusual to be sure, but then again most of The Signless' relationships were. Still, it wasn't strange like it was with the disciple, and it wasn't confusing like it was when he and The Signless were together. It felt natural, but in the most unnatural of ways.
The Dolorose had raised The Signless, when he figured that out he was instantly able to put a name to their relationship. Guardian, Lusus. She acted like his Lusus, and when The Signless appeased her, it was his on way of calming her, a way to reciprocate what she had always done for him the way an older troll should have started to care back for their lusus. The way The Ψiioniic should have gotten the chance to take care of his. The Ψsiioniic ψighed. He knew what this feeling was, he was jealous, and more than a little bit sad. He knew he wasn't the only troll without a lusus either. Not even the only one in they're group to be without. The Disciple and The Dolorosa both went without. Plenty of trolls lost their lusus. There was no reason The Psiioniic shouldn't be able to go without, but still, when he saw the, when he put a name to what it was, he couldn't stop the horrible feeling from filling him up.
His hand clenched where it rested on his knees. He didn't want to feel like this, not to any of them, especially not towards The Signless. He absentmindedly rubbed at his forehead, as though he could feel a migraine coming, and excused himself from their company. "Just a headache" had been his excuse, he didn't really care if they could see through it as he walked away from their camp site. He needed a walk, he needed to clear his head so he could stop this feeling. He needed to forget the Lusus he'd lost so many sweeps in the past.