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Player Information
Name: Asher
Age: 22
AIM SN: asherdashery
email: ash.sofman@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Very, very briefly (like. Almost not at all.), so there are still things I'm unfamiliar with, like permission posts and LJ-common terminology and ssssttuuuufffff. But I'll pick it up as I go. I've been RPing in general for a long, long time now, through a variety of platforms, so I'm no stranger to the crash course.
Currently Played Characters: None!
Conditional: Activity Check Link: N/A
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here!
Character Information
General
Canon Source: MS Paint Adventures' Homestuck
Canon Format: Mind-bending multimedia webcomic epic
Character's Name: Davesprite (formerly Dave Strider, but alternate timelines/selves are a recurring thing in Homestuck)
Character's Age: 13
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played.
Poor kid's been through the wars--Davesprite's immediate past has been a long nightmare featuring monsters, quests of futility, and dramatically murdered loved ones. He's also been battle-trained all his life by his totally rad bro. So he's not going to bat an eye at the Darkness creatures, though he'll probably keep inside as long as he's injured. If he gets better, though, he's probably going to develop an unhealthy interest in fighting them.
He'll probably have a harder time with the more 'normal' aspects of everyday life in the City: the idea that he has to worry about employment, food, housing, and all that stuff is going to strike him as completely bizarre after a universe where turning himself into a sword-skewered bird ghost was a logical decision. And he's a thirteen-year-old kid. He could probably use some looking after in that respect.
What form will your character's NV take?
His orange sunglasses, also known as his iShades. His NV will have a tiny microphone somewhere and a small iPhone-type camera to one side, so it can transmit video of whatever he's looking at. Video and text will be shown on the inside of his lenses while still leaving his surroundings visible, like in cool action movies. The NV also has speech-to-text transcription capabilities and can be controlled with voice and eye movements.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: [I took a few liberties with the specifics of these because sprite powers are neither well-defined nor well-differentiated among the sprites in canon, so if anyone wants to see the evidence I'm drawing on, I wrote like, a dissertation on it here.]
Floating/Flying
As a weird ghosty thing, Davesprite can float to wherever he needs to go regardless of gravity. He needs both his wings to get him up to his usual speed, though. In his uninjured state, due to thirteen years of radical martial arts training, he's able to keep up with his unbelievably fly ninja brother in their poorly-timed fight against the ultimate boss of their story.
Energy Blast
He can emit a continuous laser-like blast of energy of variable width, intensity, and shape. Even at its maximum strength, it appears to be more distracting than damaging, and at its thinnest he can write with it. He can mold the energy into objects from his apartment or that have some emblematic significance to him, like shitty swords, vinyl records, or characters from the webcomic he draws.
Limited Shapeshifting
Davesprite can also briefly turn himself into one of his emblems to physically attack an enemy.
[Examples of both the energy blast and the limited shapeshifting in battle can be seen here demonstrated by Calsprite, the orange flying puppet, who is...a version of Davesprite had the timeline gonehorribly awry differently.]
Other Sprite Stuff
Davesprite glows, probably doesn't need to sleep or eat (but will also probably eat anyway, because he's a thirteen year old boy and food is awesome), and won't die from anything that isn't actively killing him (i.e. it's stated in canon that sprites can be killed, but nobody's concerned about the possibility of his bleeding to death from his stomach wound).
Ninja Speed
When healthy, Davesprite's got all the agility and reflexes hisnutcase awesome brother trained him to have.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them?
Weapons:
None at the moment. He needs to get himself a sword.
Spirograph pendant
Not a weapon, but an item worth mentioning. If someone has this pendant, they can summon him from wherever he happens to be and he'll just pop into existence in front of them. He's also generally aware of where it is.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Dave's History (splits off for Davesprite shortly after entering the Medium) | Davesprite's MSPA Wiki page
Point in Canon: Some time after Bro is killed, but before Davesprite retrieves the Broken Caledfwlch and talks to Hephaestus. Davesprite already fought off all the monsters trying to murder Alpha Dave's sleeping butt and then released himself from service to go do his own thing. He then spent some time trying to track down Bro and found him engaged in the second round of his duel with Jack Noir. They fought, Jack leveled up, ripped Davesprite apart, and killed Bro. The crippled sprite then decided to go about finishing the quest he ostensibly passed on to Dave in order to get the legendary sword they need to finish the game.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: N/A
Character Personality:
DAVESPRITE: ask me anything go ahead ill give you a straight answer
DAVE: alright
DAVE: here goes
DAVE: why are we so fucking awesome
DAVESPRITE: thats the best fucking question anybody ever asked
So there's this thirteen-year-old boy who lives with his brother, striking cool into the heat of Texas. He runs his own blog, mixes his own music, develops his own photos, and makes his own (awful) comics. He fills his room with posters of robots and dead things in jars. He's quick with a katana and quicker with a verbal jab, especially when it comes to rap battles. His buddies come from all over the country, and as for bullies--well, he once trolled a troll into blocking him. He never takes off his shades. Pretty sweet, right?
Davesprite used to be Dave Strider, the aforementioned sweet dude with the shades and the swag. The defining drive of his life was maintaining his aura of chill nonchalance, which mostly manifested as verbal irony and a general downplaying of emotion. There was nothing that could get his goat. Absolutely. Not even a thing. Not the goading of internet trolls or his brother's creepy puppets or the insinuation that someone peed in his apple juice--this kid just took it in stride and flung back sarcastic commentary and did not at all flip off the handle. Or if he did, he made sure to spin it into the illest acrobatic pirouette.
Take that kid and put him into a game that ends the world, kills his friends, and makes itself impossible to win.
Long story short, an alternate version of Dave came back from a doomed, dead-end future to save his friends. This alternate Dave became Davesprite. He's still Dave, but he's saddled with what might have been months of endless monster-fighting, the loss of two of his best friends, heightened exposure to unforgiving psychoanalysis from his last friend and the only other living human left in his timeline (who also happens to be the sister he didn't know he had), and the knowledge that all he was doing, every enemy he destroyed, amounted to nothing more than reconnaissance to ensure Alpha Dave would make the past go the right way.
Maybe he's a little bit bitter.
TG: john stop being a tool and unbuckle yourself from that piece of shit
TG: if our friendship means anything youll listen to me and past dave
TG: this is future dave by the way
Compared to Dave, Davesprite's a lot more straightforward and easier to read. He doesn't have much patience for bullshit, even his own, so he'll often just come out and say things instead of deflecting his sincerity through layers of foul language and metaphor. He's still more comfortable mowing down demons with a sword than he is with his feelings, but he's a bit easier to parse. This is even more so the case when Davesprite has important information to impart; a sprite's role is to guide players through the game, and he doesn't seem to have a problem with being helpful. Of course, he also used to hold the game-given title of the Knight of Time, so he's got a chivalrous, protective impulse wrapped up in all that posturing.
He also places a surprising value on duty for a thirteen-year-old kid. Davesprite always has some greater purpose to attend: saving his friends, sticking around to mentor Alpha Dave, backing up his brother, reforging a legendary sword. It could be that he keeps himself busy to avoid thinking about his no-longer-dead friends, or how he abandoned his sister in the bad timeline with no definite assurance her consciousness would transfer to the good. He certainly avoids contacting all of them except on game-related, saving-their-lives business. He instead focuses blindly on his responsibilities.
TG: but like
TG: if im seeing this
TG: shouldnt i be able to do something about it
TG: or stop it from happening or
TG: i dont know like anything to keep helping my friends
TG: what do i do
And Davesprite's ultimate responsibility is to his friends. While Alpha Dave can get distracted by sidequests and rap-offs and troll banter, Davesprite pursues the well-being of his friends with a dogged persistence not even the most exquisitely crappy comic-strip peace offerings can deter. This protectiveness may blind him to full understanding of his friends' own strengths--both he and Dave can be a little dismissive of them, especially the friendlier, nicer ones. The self-aggrandizement and stand-offish attitude may not be more than an act, but Davesprite tends to think he's the only one who can get things done. He's either the only one capable, the only one knowledgeable, or the only one, well, expendable enough, as an alternate Dave. And when things go bad, he has a tendency to blame himself.
AA: and yes your guardian did die
TG: dammit
TG: what did i do wrong
With all that weight, and after being completely powerless to stop the game's super-villain from tearing him apart and killing his brother, it's really no wonder that Davesprite comes off as worn and war-weary. He's been through a lot, and he's hurt in every way, and he's so close to just being done with it all that the only thing keeping him going is his sense of duty.
After all, he doesn't consider himself the "real" Dave anymore. He's drawn back from his friends, turned timeline management over to Alpha Dave, lost his brother, and even gave up his normal body to prevent his bad future from happening. He's in terrible condition. Alpha Dave's there to pick up where he left off. What's he got left to hang on for besides one last effort to help his friends?
JADESPRITE: what about your sword? isnt it important?
DAVESPRITE: i guess so
DAVESPRITE: but not really for me since im not the real dave anymore
So the tl;dr version: He'san insufferable prick the same pseudo-detached sarcastic jerk he always was, but he cuts out a lot of the bullshit because of everything he's lost. He's still cagey about his feelings, but it's a little clearer how much he really does care about his people. He clings to purpose like a drowning man to the rock pulling him down. Because under all the pop culture references and ironic metaphors, he's just a thirteen-year-old kid loaded up with guilt and insecurity.
Conditional: Personality development in previous game:N/A
Character Plans: First order of business is to find his castmates all alive and well and maybe get himself some looking-after. After that, it's time to leave the nest, make new connections, find a new purpose. He still feels weird about not being the real Dave. I'm in this for both light and dark stuff, because I really like the idea of the Darkness. I see him going out a lot after sirens to fight the monsters and maybe he'll help to figure out how best to deal with each kind--expanding the manual, so to speak. I don't think he'd willingly get involved with either SERO or AGI, but there's a lot of room for antagonism to any party there.
Appearance/PB:
Deformed | Uninjured | More detailed, uninjured | Close-up, injured | Full-body, injured
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[TEXT]
ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
three seconds until the cops show for a drugs bust and the sprinklers go off
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
ive got shit to do and playing sports isnt on my list
i know fifa and the nhl want this body because christ
who wouldnt
but i dont have time to dropkick home runs all over town
even if i had legs
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar
Third Person Sample
Davesprite straightened slowly. He was bleeding, disoriented, and felt like a used piece of dental floss raggedly scrubbed between the teeth of Genghis Khan's horse, and then flushed down the toilet to add shit-flavored insult to injury. His head didn't know whether to split open or just keep spinning. Going through a Gate had never felt like that before. Something was wrong.
He could feel the wrongness buzz in his blood before he even registered his surroundings. A dead, weedy baseball field. A city caught in the grey of winter. And instead of the clank and metal creak of gears or the breeze on LOWAS or the snowy silence of Jade's new planet, the wind brought him the living murmur of a human city.
Whatever passed for his heart now stumbled into overdrive. This. This was fucked up as hell.
And someone was walking towards him. Davesprite clutched for a sword that wasn't there. A living human being was walking towards him, when he knew--unequivocally, with both his game-given wisdom and what he'd witnessed in the future--that Earth had taken a few zillion meteors to the face. It was an Armageddon even John wouldn't have been able to appreciate and there were no survivors of the utter shitastrophe. Anyone he didn't recognize was either a Troll or an Agent and therefore an Issue. But there, right in front of him, was some dude.
Davesprite did what any hardboiled post-apocalyptic time-traveling hero would have done.
He flapped his wings (no, wing and a half) and flew up into the sky like a piece of garbage, ignoring the Greeter's frantic "Hey! Wait!"
He had to find Dave. Or John. Or Rose or Jade or anyone, really, because the game was glitched as fuck and he had to make sure they weren't losing their shit.
Because he wasn't freaking out.
Nope.
Name: Asher
Age: 22
AIM SN: asherdashery
email: ash.sofman@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Very, very briefly (like. Almost not at all.), so there are still things I'm unfamiliar with, like permission posts and LJ-common terminology and ssssttuuuufffff. But I'll pick it up as I go. I've been RPing in general for a long, long time now, through a variety of platforms, so I'm no stranger to the crash course.
Currently Played Characters: None!
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here!
Character Information
General
Canon Source: MS Paint Adventures' Homestuck
Canon Format: Mind-bending multimedia webcomic epic
Character's Name: Davesprite (formerly Dave Strider, but alternate timelines/selves are a recurring thing in Homestuck)
Character's Age: 13
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played.
Poor kid's been through the wars--Davesprite's immediate past has been a long nightmare featuring monsters, quests of futility, and dramatically murdered loved ones. He's also been battle-trained all his life by his totally rad bro. So he's not going to bat an eye at the Darkness creatures, though he'll probably keep inside as long as he's injured. If he gets better, though, he's probably going to develop an unhealthy interest in fighting them.
He'll probably have a harder time with the more 'normal' aspects of everyday life in the City: the idea that he has to worry about employment, food, housing, and all that stuff is going to strike him as completely bizarre after a universe where turning himself into a sword-skewered bird ghost was a logical decision. And he's a thirteen-year-old kid. He could probably use some looking after in that respect.
What form will your character's NV take?
His orange sunglasses, also known as his iShades. His NV will have a tiny microphone somewhere and a small iPhone-type camera to one side, so it can transmit video of whatever he's looking at. Video and text will be shown on the inside of his lenses while still leaving his surroundings visible, like in cool action movies. The NV also has speech-to-text transcription capabilities and can be controlled with voice and eye movements.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: [I took a few liberties with the specifics of these because sprite powers are neither well-defined nor well-differentiated among the sprites in canon, so if anyone wants to see the evidence I'm drawing on, I wrote like, a dissertation on it here.]
Floating/Flying
As a weird ghosty thing, Davesprite can float to wherever he needs to go regardless of gravity. He needs both his wings to get him up to his usual speed, though. In his uninjured state, due to thirteen years of radical martial arts training, he's able to keep up with his unbelievably fly ninja brother in their poorly-timed fight against the ultimate boss of their story.
Energy Blast
He can emit a continuous laser-like blast of energy of variable width, intensity, and shape. Even at its maximum strength, it appears to be more distracting than damaging, and at its thinnest he can write with it. He can mold the energy into objects from his apartment or that have some emblematic significance to him, like shitty swords, vinyl records, or characters from the webcomic he draws.
Limited Shapeshifting
Davesprite can also briefly turn himself into one of his emblems to physically attack an enemy.
[Examples of both the energy blast and the limited shapeshifting in battle can be seen here demonstrated by Calsprite, the orange flying puppet, who is...a version of Davesprite had the timeline gone
Other Sprite Stuff
Davesprite glows, probably doesn't need to sleep or eat (but will also probably eat anyway, because he's a thirteen year old boy and food is awesome), and won't die from anything that isn't actively killing him (i.e. it's stated in canon that sprites can be killed, but nobody's concerned about the possibility of his bleeding to death from his stomach wound).
Ninja Speed
When healthy, Davesprite's got all the agility and reflexes his
Weapons:
None at the moment. He needs to get himself a sword.
Spirograph pendant
Not a weapon, but an item worth mentioning. If someone has this pendant, they can summon him from wherever he happens to be and he'll just pop into existence in front of them. He's also generally aware of where it is.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Dave's History (splits off for Davesprite shortly after entering the Medium) | Davesprite's MSPA Wiki page
Point in Canon: Some time after Bro is killed, but before Davesprite retrieves the Broken Caledfwlch and talks to Hephaestus. Davesprite already fought off all the monsters trying to murder Alpha Dave's sleeping butt and then released himself from service to go do his own thing. He then spent some time trying to track down Bro and found him engaged in the second round of his duel with Jack Noir. They fought, Jack leveled up, ripped Davesprite apart, and killed Bro. The crippled sprite then decided to go about finishing the quest he ostensibly passed on to Dave in order to get the legendary sword they need to finish the game.
Character Personality:
DAVESPRITE: ask me anything go ahead ill give you a straight answer
DAVE: alright
DAVE: here goes
DAVE: why are we so fucking awesome
DAVESPRITE: thats the best fucking question anybody ever asked
So there's this thirteen-year-old boy who lives with his brother, striking cool into the heat of Texas. He runs his own blog, mixes his own music, develops his own photos, and makes his own (awful) comics. He fills his room with posters of robots and dead things in jars. He's quick with a katana and quicker with a verbal jab, especially when it comes to rap battles. His buddies come from all over the country, and as for bullies--well, he once trolled a troll into blocking him. He never takes off his shades. Pretty sweet, right?
Davesprite used to be Dave Strider, the aforementioned sweet dude with the shades and the swag. The defining drive of his life was maintaining his aura of chill nonchalance, which mostly manifested as verbal irony and a general downplaying of emotion. There was nothing that could get his goat. Absolutely. Not even a thing. Not the goading of internet trolls or his brother's creepy puppets or the insinuation that someone peed in his apple juice--this kid just took it in stride and flung back sarcastic commentary and did not at all flip off the handle. Or if he did, he made sure to spin it into the illest acrobatic pirouette.
Take that kid and put him into a game that ends the world, kills his friends, and makes itself impossible to win.
Long story short, an alternate version of Dave came back from a doomed, dead-end future to save his friends. This alternate Dave became Davesprite. He's still Dave, but he's saddled with what might have been months of endless monster-fighting, the loss of two of his best friends, heightened exposure to unforgiving psychoanalysis from his last friend and the only other living human left in his timeline (who also happens to be the sister he didn't know he had), and the knowledge that all he was doing, every enemy he destroyed, amounted to nothing more than reconnaissance to ensure Alpha Dave would make the past go the right way.
Maybe he's a little bit bitter.
TG: john stop being a tool and unbuckle yourself from that piece of shit
TG: if our friendship means anything youll listen to me and past dave
TG: this is future dave by the way
Compared to Dave, Davesprite's a lot more straightforward and easier to read. He doesn't have much patience for bullshit, even his own, so he'll often just come out and say things instead of deflecting his sincerity through layers of foul language and metaphor. He's still more comfortable mowing down demons with a sword than he is with his feelings, but he's a bit easier to parse. This is even more so the case when Davesprite has important information to impart; a sprite's role is to guide players through the game, and he doesn't seem to have a problem with being helpful. Of course, he also used to hold the game-given title of the Knight of Time, so he's got a chivalrous, protective impulse wrapped up in all that posturing.
He also places a surprising value on duty for a thirteen-year-old kid. Davesprite always has some greater purpose to attend: saving his friends, sticking around to mentor Alpha Dave, backing up his brother, reforging a legendary sword. It could be that he keeps himself busy to avoid thinking about his no-longer-dead friends, or how he abandoned his sister in the bad timeline with no definite assurance her consciousness would transfer to the good. He certainly avoids contacting all of them except on game-related, saving-their-lives business. He instead focuses blindly on his responsibilities.
TG: but like
TG: if im seeing this
TG: shouldnt i be able to do something about it
TG: or stop it from happening or
TG: i dont know like anything to keep helping my friends
TG: what do i do
And Davesprite's ultimate responsibility is to his friends. While Alpha Dave can get distracted by sidequests and rap-offs and troll banter, Davesprite pursues the well-being of his friends with a dogged persistence not even the most exquisitely crappy comic-strip peace offerings can deter. This protectiveness may blind him to full understanding of his friends' own strengths--both he and Dave can be a little dismissive of them, especially the friendlier, nicer ones. The self-aggrandizement and stand-offish attitude may not be more than an act, but Davesprite tends to think he's the only one who can get things done. He's either the only one capable, the only one knowledgeable, or the only one, well, expendable enough, as an alternate Dave. And when things go bad, he has a tendency to blame himself.
AA: and yes your guardian did die
TG: dammit
TG: what did i do wrong
With all that weight, and after being completely powerless to stop the game's super-villain from tearing him apart and killing his brother, it's really no wonder that Davesprite comes off as worn and war-weary. He's been through a lot, and he's hurt in every way, and he's so close to just being done with it all that the only thing keeping him going is his sense of duty.
After all, he doesn't consider himself the "real" Dave anymore. He's drawn back from his friends, turned timeline management over to Alpha Dave, lost his brother, and even gave up his normal body to prevent his bad future from happening. He's in terrible condition. Alpha Dave's there to pick up where he left off. What's he got left to hang on for besides one last effort to help his friends?
JADESPRITE: what about your sword? isnt it important?
DAVESPRITE: i guess so
DAVESPRITE: but not really for me since im not the real dave anymore
So the tl;dr version: He's
Conditional: Personality development in previous game:
Character Plans: First order of business is to find his castmates all alive and well and maybe get himself some looking-after. After that, it's time to leave the nest, make new connections, find a new purpose. He still feels weird about not being the real Dave. I'm in this for both light and dark stuff, because I really like the idea of the Darkness. I see him going out a lot after sirens to fight the monsters and maybe he'll help to figure out how best to deal with each kind--expanding the manual, so to speak. I don't think he'd willingly get involved with either SERO or AGI, but there's a lot of room for antagonism to any party there.
Appearance/PB:
Deformed | Uninjured | More detailed, uninjured | Close-up, injured | Full-body, injured
Writing Samples
First Person Sample
[TEXT]
ok
i call party foul
not only did someone bust a keg open over their moms priceless shitstain of an oriental rug but looks like they dropped the whole universe down on our upward gaping faces
three seconds until the cops show for a drugs bust and the sprinklers go off
president obama himself revokes the frats party license because its such a goddamn national travesty
whose planet is this even
is it the land of fuck and you because this isnt my stop im turning this bus around
ive got shit to do and playing sports isnt on my list
i know fifa and the nhl want this body because christ
who wouldnt
but i dont have time to dropkick home runs all over town
even if i had legs
seriously
wtf
this place doesnt belong here
im basically a feathery teenage game guide at this point and i got nothing that accounts for some crapsack frozen city popping up out of nowhere
so what asshole jacked this shit into their garage sale gameshark
whoever it is press left a b start select right now or im gonna pull a hard reset on their zit encrusted face
fistways
what im asking i guess
since i had my hands full retconning the universe for anyone whos still got the internet connection to read this
is whose shit do i need to wreck for this inconsiderate fubar
Third Person Sample
Davesprite straightened slowly. He was bleeding, disoriented, and felt like a used piece of dental floss raggedly scrubbed between the teeth of Genghis Khan's horse, and then flushed down the toilet to add shit-flavored insult to injury. His head didn't know whether to split open or just keep spinning. Going through a Gate had never felt like that before. Something was wrong.
He could feel the wrongness buzz in his blood before he even registered his surroundings. A dead, weedy baseball field. A city caught in the grey of winter. And instead of the clank and metal creak of gears or the breeze on LOWAS or the snowy silence of Jade's new planet, the wind brought him the living murmur of a human city.
Whatever passed for his heart now stumbled into overdrive. This. This was fucked up as hell.
And someone was walking towards him. Davesprite clutched for a sword that wasn't there. A living human being was walking towards him, when he knew--unequivocally, with both his game-given wisdom and what he'd witnessed in the future--that Earth had taken a few zillion meteors to the face. It was an Armageddon even John wouldn't have been able to appreciate and there were no survivors of the utter shitastrophe. Anyone he didn't recognize was either a Troll or an Agent and therefore an Issue. But there, right in front of him, was some dude.
Davesprite did what any hardboiled post-apocalyptic time-traveling hero would have done.
He flapped his wings (no, wing and a half) and flew up into the sky like a piece of garbage, ignoring the Greeter's frantic "Hey! Wait!"
He had to find Dave. Or John. Or Rose or Jade or anyone, really, because the game was glitched as fuck and he had to make sure they weren't losing their shit.
Because he wasn't freaking out.
Nope.