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Jan. 7th, 2013 10:02 pmName: Aki
DW username: aki-bara
E-Mail: izzytemple@gmail.com
IM: kuramal0ver
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: The Ψiioniic (wriggling name (not canon) Dasraa Nasati)
Series: Homestuck
Timeline: Before Signless' capture and eventual execution
Canon Resource Link: He is a part of this larger article on the ancestors article. The general article about homestuck is here.
Character Background: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 ingrained 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.
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. After traveling with the Signless for about a sweep is when Dasraa comes to entranceway.
Abilities/Special Powers: The Ψiioniic is a high level psionic whose abilities include telekinesis, hearing the screams of the imminently deceased, prophetic visions of doom, putting people to sleep, and shooting laser beams from his eyes. He is said to be one of the most powerful psionics in Alternian history. I'm more than happy to tone down his abilities if it causes a problem.
Third-Person Sample: Minimum of three paragraphs, introspective piece. We’re judging your grasp on the character and how you log with them;. We would prefer if this was not a simple re-telling of canon events, this way we can see how you handle the character's actions.
First-Person Sample: Show us that you can portray the character’s voice in a journal entry. Minimum of five sentences.
DW username: aki-bara
E-Mail: izzytemple@gmail.com
IM: kuramal0ver
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: The Ψiioniic (wriggling name (not canon) Dasraa Nasati)
Series: Homestuck
Timeline: Before Signless' capture and eventual execution
Canon Resource Link: He is a part of this larger article on the ancestors article. The general article about homestuck is here.
Character Background: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 ingrained 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.
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. After traveling with the Signless for about a sweep is when Dasraa comes to entranceway.
Abilities/Special Powers: The Ψiioniic is a high level psionic whose abilities include telekinesis, hearing the screams of the imminently deceased, prophetic visions of doom, putting people to sleep, and shooting laser beams from his eyes. He is said to be one of the most powerful psionics in Alternian history. I'm more than happy to tone down his abilities if it causes a problem.
Third-Person Sample: Minimum of three paragraphs, introspective piece. We’re judging your grasp on the character and how you log with them;. We would prefer if this was not a simple re-telling of canon events, this way we can see how you handle the character's actions.
First-Person Sample: Show us that you can portray the character’s voice in a journal entry. Minimum of five sentences.
