Mar. 7th, 2013 05:17 pm
OOC Information:
Name: Aki
Are you over 15? Yes
Contact: AIM: kuramal0ver

IC Information:
Name: Davin Carter
Canon: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: 25

Preincarnation Appearance: here.
Any differences: No horns, dark brown hair, caucasian skin tone.
Preincarnated History: Originally born troll Dasraa Nasati, the Psionic was a lowblood slave who was inspired to break free after hearing the speech of a troll known only as The Signless. In a caste system where worth was decided by blood, Signless spoke of equality; and in a land where cruelty was rampant, he spoke of kindness. After hearing him speak The Psionic threw down his chains and joined The Signless, traveling with him and two other trolls to try and spread his message. Unfortunately in a place where killing is common and even encouraged, a la a survival of the fittest darwinist attitude common among the ruling class, their group was eventually captured and The Signless was gruesomely executed for disrupting the social order. The consequences for attempting to change such a violent world were equally violent in nature. One of their group was sold into slavery, another escaped, and The Psionic himself was forcibly installed into the ship of Her Imperial Condescension where he served as her Helmsman. He powered the ship with his own psionic energy which was painfully pulled from his body for the rest of his life, which thanks to the Empress' own power over life, was much longer than normal.

The Psionic is only referenced during the telling of the story of the Signless in canon, and so unfortunately other than this not much is known about him.

Reincarnated History: All told in comparison Davin's life on the planet earth has been nothing but normal. Davin was born to fairly conservative parents in the middle of nowhere midwest. He grew up in a small town fairly distant from any major cities and unfortunately never really got along with any of the other kids who lived there. He had one or two good friends as a kid but that changed as they grew older and without any siblings to keep him company he grew into more and more of a loner. He began to involve himself in hobbies that didn't require personal interaction, like reading and tinkering around with his computer, not even because he particularly enjoyed doing them sometimes, but because it kept him busy.

He always had an interest in video games, and sometimes would play at other kid's houses when he was younger, but his parents were too strict and too old fashioned and thought playing them would melt his brain. The only kinds of games he could get away with playing where text based ones and other kinds of weird indie games. Now that he's older and can play them on his own he just doesn't have much interest anymore. He never really found companionship through any gaming communities, though the internet offered other kinds of friendship. He found particular interest in online tabletop roleplay communities and anonymous image boards and forums. To this day D&D is one of his favorite hobbies and talking about random shit on the local image boards he created is how he spends most of his free time.

His mother was always a particularly religious person, but kinder than most, even as strict as she was. Although she did not agree with the lifestyle choices of many people, feeling them to be at odds with her own religious beliefs, she was always more concerned with helping those less fortunate than with openly casting judgement on them. She believed very strongly in a christian sense of civic duty and was always an active player when it came to charities, fund-raisers, and other kinds of social work dedicated to helping the less fortunate. This instilled a strong sense of morality and duty in Davin as well. Although he always felt a bit like an outsider, he found real joy in helping others, so when he graduated high school he went to college to get a degree in social work attending a school relatively close to home.

Although he managed to open up a bit more socially during his college years, the fact that he was so close to home was more of an impediment on his social growth. Now that he works as a social worker in the foster care system, he still has trouble communicating with others and is almost painfully shy, though he can be assertive when it comes to the safety and future of the children he works with. The only time he really feels he can relax and be himself is when he's working on his computers, and as such most of his admittedly low income is spent on keeping his system powerful and up to date.

First Echo: His first echo was caused by a child resistant to be relocated to another foster home. In my head canon for the psionic part of his job when he was a slave was capturing and bringing other young psionics to the compound for training and assignment. This frequently meant killing their guardians and fighting the young psionics who were obviously resistant. Of course bringing a child from a foster home to be relocated is obviously a totally different circumstance, but the child's resistance would make it similar enough to trigger the echo. The result being Davin's blood turning yellow, the same blood color as his preincarnated self.

Preincarnation Personality: Given his genetic similarity to both Sollux, and Mituna both, in his youth Dasraa was headstrong, confident, and stubborn. A low blood in a highly discriminatory caste system and his power level he was likely even more prone to overconfidence than his descendant feeling a constant desire to show up those above him on the caste system. Unfortunately as his life became more challenging due to these same discriminatory practices he lost some of that confidence. Since by this point in Alternian history the enslavement of lowblooded psionics was widespread and, given the goverment's control over every aspect of life in Alternian society, likely institutionalized, there's no doubt that their training methods were quite effective and probably quite brutal. Although we have no knowledge of what these methods were, the government was more than capable of keeping the psychics under their control to the point were they did not even think of escaping or question their captivity, at least The Psionic hadn't until he heard the of the teachings of The Signless.

Having been conditioned into subservience by his highblood captors, Dasraa was forced to loose his confidence and the snarky Captor attitude so reminiscent of his genetic line. He started to use his head more to think of ways to avoid trouble, instead of getting into it, and became extremely reserved as well, doing what he had to in order to survive with Alternia's harsh way of life. I assume this only made his stubbornness even worse, given his desperate need to have some kind of power being stuck in a situation where he had none. He may not have had the ability to decide how to live his life, but he certainly had power over his thoughts. For this reason Dasraa was loathe to give in or give up, even when it became obvious his way of thinking might not be the best. He doesn't like being proven wrong and when he is he frequently is at a loss for words, responding only with quiet embarrassment and simmering frustration. This causes him to be quite argumentative, especially to anyone he views as less intelligent than himself.

After being alone for most of his life and forced to work for Highbloods he didn't respect, Dasraa can sometimes be cruel and is frequently extremely self focused. Because of this he 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 (again an assumption based on the actions of his genetic duplicates), it's just that subconsciously in his mind the concerns and feelings of others will always be second to his own. His more caring side really came through during his travels with the Signless. After hearing the Signless speak he finally felt like he was capable of taking control over his own life, and the fulfillment that gave him enabled him to move forward, putting his cynicism and his cruel past behind him in order to help others. Traveling with Signless was his calling and through Signless' word he was able to help and comfort many people who'd been just as unfortunate as himself.

The Psionic didn't have a lot of people in his life he could call friends, and as such was extremely thankful for each one he gained while traveling with the Signless. Because of this he always clung to friendship and would do pretty much anything for a friend, no matter what the cost. His number one goal is and always was to protect those close to him and to help anyone he can.

Any differences: Now that he's grown up here on earth, Davin is not as strong or as confident as Dasraa. He's always had a sense that he was different, and has always had trouble connecting with others, so he's got a lot of loneliness and can be rather introverted. He can still be snarky like The Psionic was, and he frequently is when he is alone or upset, but he has a lot more empathy for others growing up on a place where kindness is a more common occurrence and with helping the destitute being such a critical part of his overbearing mother's philosophy. Having never really found anything about himself he could be happy with he's always searching for some kind of fulfillment he has yet to find. He's no where near as stubborn as his troll counterpart, and where The Psionic can be aggressive and passionate, Davin is sheepish and wishy washy instead. While these were traits the Psionic had always possessed the cirumstances surrounding his life as well as his extremely powerful psionic abilities molded him into stronger, more confident, and at times more reserved person. Without the molding of his harsh life on Alternia and finding his purpose in traveling with the Signless Davin, unfortunately, retained them.

Abilities: Infinite Psionic Power, including Telekinesis (moving things with his mind), Eye Lasers (shooting lasers from his eyes), Prophetic Visions of Doom (seeing how people would die in his sleep), and Hearing the Screams of the Imminently Deceased (hearing people's dying screams before they die). 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. He's average in almost every other manner of physical or mental ability.

Roleplay Sample – Third Person: here.
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Name: 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.

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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.

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