- Location
- homestuck
hell fuckin' yes
hell fuckin' yes
Changing to:
[x] [Name's] Baleful Theatrics- The world has cast you in this role; you may as well play the part. And it would be simply rude of you to not induct friend and foe into the show. There's only emotional honesty here, you see.
[x] [Name's] Baleful Theatrics- The world has cast you in this role; you may as well play the part. And it would be simply rude of you to not induct friend and foe into the show. There's only emotional honesty here, you see.
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I see Deceiver Lord Byron is gaining great speed. That ought to be interesting if it wins.
Speaking of which, I'll close votes at around this hour tomorrow, for the benefit of all those who still haven't voted, or something of the sort.
Speaking of which, I'll close votes at around this hour tomorrow, for the benefit of all those who still haven't voted, or something of the sort.
[x] [Name's] Baleful Theatrics- The world has cast you in this role; you may as well play the part. And it would be simply rude of you to not induct friend and foe into the show. There's only emotional honesty here, you see.
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Breakthrough
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yours is the power to make people a bit more like yourself: your way of acting, of being. All the world's a stage, with you in the leading role! Presumably in that role, anyway. But what cruel fate: what a heartless setting the world is, that it would label you a villain - for good or ill, whether you accept it or not. What drives the wheel of fate to spin, or good people to turn to evil? Why does the world need to be so twisted upon itself?
Whatever the case... even as we write this, we've not yet told your beginning, have we? To create oneself out of nothing is the first thing a Deceiver learns to do, for a given value of 'first'. For Excrucians this is generally known as a Breakthrough. For Deceivers there's usually a reason behind them generally related to their Pstates. For you as well.
You were born out of...
[] Loss - In (or close to) the moment you became yourself, you lost something. Your life? Your identity? Someone you cared about?
[] Guilt, or the Crime that Caused It - In (or close to) the moment you became yourself, you did something wrong. Maybe it cost something too, or maybe it didn't. The big thing is, you don't think it's something that you should have done. What was it?
[] Need - There's something you need out of Creation, something you crave. Did you have it and then lose it? Did it drive you to become an Excrucian? Would you break the world to get it, or would it compromise your willingness to actually destroy it?
[] Will/Choice/Judgment - You're this way by choice. It was an act of will that drove you to become an Excrucian. You decided that it was appropriate to do this, to entangle yourself in the world. How did this make you who you are?
(Whatever the exact reason, you don't need to specify right now whatever it was. In fact, it'd probably be better to leave it in general, ambiguous terms until later.)
Whatever the case... even as we write this, we've not yet told your beginning, have we? To create oneself out of nothing is the first thing a Deceiver learns to do, for a given value of 'first'. For Excrucians this is generally known as a Breakthrough. For Deceivers there's usually a reason behind them generally related to their Pstates. For you as well.
You were born out of...
[] Loss - In (or close to) the moment you became yourself, you lost something. Your life? Your identity? Someone you cared about?
[] Guilt, or the Crime that Caused It - In (or close to) the moment you became yourself, you did something wrong. Maybe it cost something too, or maybe it didn't. The big thing is, you don't think it's something that you should have done. What was it?
[] Need - There's something you need out of Creation, something you crave. Did you have it and then lose it? Did it drive you to become an Excrucian? Would you break the world to get it, or would it compromise your willingness to actually destroy it?
[] Will/Choice/Judgment - You're this way by choice. It was an act of will that drove you to become an Excrucian. You decided that it was appropriate to do this, to entangle yourself in the world. How did this make you who you are?
(Whatever the exact reason, you don't need to specify right now whatever it was. In fact, it'd probably be better to leave it in general, ambiguous terms until later.)
We'll be doing something quite different after this vote! Though character creation won't exactly be over, we'll be jumping right into things. I'm sure you're all itching for something more solid.
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[X] Will/Choice/Judgement
MHLord
I don't get what's going on anymore.
[X] Need - There's something you need out of Creation, something you crave. Did you have it and then lose it? Did it drive you to become an Excrucian? Would you break the world to get it, or would it compromise your willingness to actually destroy it?
Senpai will be ours!
Senpai will be ours!
- Location
- United States
[x] Need. There may be rationalizations, and statements of your will and higher intents, but in the end it always comes back to base need.
[X] Will/Choice/Judgment
- Location
- Somewhere
[X] Will/Choice/Judgment
- Location
- [REDACTED]
[X] Will/Choice/Judgment
Gender and Name
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Your way of arriving in the world was not accident. It was not a mistake, or if it was, not the kind made unintentionally. You willed yourself into this shape and form - you're doing this because you wanted to. For you, nothing else could suffice. Everything else is just, well, details.
- - - -
You're currently in the middle of running. You're so absorbed into the act that it takes you a moment to realize this is the case. Why are you running? From something? To something? Why were you... Who were you, again? You're starting to slow down. You're taking deep breaths, trying to jog your memory. Nothing. You feel like there's an itch you can't scratch somewhere in your mind. You can recall most objects, concepts and actions - as far as you can tell the only thing missing from your mind is who you are.
You look around to orient yourself - you're feeling rather calm, despite your current state of identity amnesia. This place -definitely a big city- looks familiar, at the very least. The buildings, the large river over there, and that giant Ferris wheel - it takes you a moment, but you're definitely in London. It looks to be early in the morning. There's nobody around. For what sake or purpose do you find yourself in this situation? You feel a profound urge to seek someone out and talk to them.
It takes you perhaps a minute or two to realize all of this. As you come to a stop through the streets, your eye catches a glimpse of something. A clothes store with glass windows. In that reflection, you see a (dashingly attractive) human figure. Specifically, a...
[] Man
[] Woman
[] Person of indeterminate or irrelevant gender
You'd say you look pretty good. You're wearing a cross between a pseudo-military outfit and something an actor playing Hamlet would wear - at least three different shades of black across the whole thing, the kind that's just fancy enough to not be tasteless. You have short black hair, a confident face, and...
And in the place of eyes you have a pair of windows opening to an endless night sky filled with falling stars. Immediately, you remember the true nature of the world as a lie, and your purpose in it. You're an enemy of the world.
It's enough to make you remember your name...
[] Write-in
- - - -
You're currently in the middle of running. You're so absorbed into the act that it takes you a moment to realize this is the case. Why are you running? From something? To something? Why were you... Who were you, again? You're starting to slow down. You're taking deep breaths, trying to jog your memory. Nothing. You feel like there's an itch you can't scratch somewhere in your mind. You can recall most objects, concepts and actions - as far as you can tell the only thing missing from your mind is who you are.
You look around to orient yourself - you're feeling rather calm, despite your current state of identity amnesia. This place -definitely a big city- looks familiar, at the very least. The buildings, the large river over there, and that giant Ferris wheel - it takes you a moment, but you're definitely in London. It looks to be early in the morning. There's nobody around. For what sake or purpose do you find yourself in this situation? You feel a profound urge to seek someone out and talk to them.
It takes you perhaps a minute or two to realize all of this. As you come to a stop through the streets, your eye catches a glimpse of something. A clothes store with glass windows. In that reflection, you see a (dashingly attractive) human figure. Specifically, a...
[] Man
[] Woman
[] Person of indeterminate or irrelevant gender
You'd say you look pretty good. You're wearing a cross between a pseudo-military outfit and something an actor playing Hamlet would wear - at least three different shades of black across the whole thing, the kind that's just fancy enough to not be tasteless. You have short black hair, a confident face, and...
And in the place of eyes you have a pair of windows opening to an endless night sky filled with falling stars. Immediately, you remember the true nature of the world as a lie, and your purpose in it. You're an enemy of the world.
It's enough to make you remember your name...
[] Write-in
Forgive me if this change seems too jarring. From here on, we're dealing with the world as a lie, personally. We'll be assigning powers and the like as we go here.
Our amnesia is just here to facilitate the transition. To express it, our Deceiver currently has a Serious Wound - "Affliction: I'm undergoing 'tutorial amnesia' (1)". As far as Wounds go this isn't all that bad. Maybe a bit undignified. It certainly impairs our memory right now. On the upside, it'll heal quickly, at the point that we determine that character creation is more-or-less finished. In the meantime, in each instance that it gets you in trouble, you'll get 1 MP, which you can assume will be put to use to deal with whatever trouble it is that comes up.
Our amnesia is just here to facilitate the transition. To express it, our Deceiver currently has a Serious Wound - "Affliction: I'm undergoing 'tutorial amnesia' (1)". As far as Wounds go this isn't all that bad. Maybe a bit undignified. It certainly impairs our memory right now. On the upside, it'll heal quickly, at the point that we determine that character creation is more-or-less finished. In the meantime, in each instance that it gets you in trouble, you'll get 1 MP, which you can assume will be put to use to deal with whatever trouble it is that comes up.
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- Location
- homestuck
[X] Man
[X] Godafrid Ariston
Other options I considered: Pasques Wyot, Adelwine Rohesia, Judocus Ossian, Leofric Cobelinus... seriously, I could do this all day, and I've got name databases to back me up here. The names of Excrucians are generally from the medieval era (with the occasional exception, of course).
[X] Godafrid Ariston
Other options I considered: Pasques Wyot, Adelwine Rohesia, Judocus Ossian, Leofric Cobelinus... seriously, I could do this all day, and I've got name databases to back me up here. The names of Excrucians are generally from the medieval era (with the occasional exception, of course).
- Location
- Somewhere
[X] Person of indeterminate or irrelevant gender
- Location
- United States
[x] A person of mysterious and indeterminate gender- You're an actor, dammit, and you won't let such petty things as gender get in the way of bedding the other stars and brooding darkly on the top of tall and overly ornate gothic architecture. Besides, this makes things so much easier on the costume department, notional as they may be.
As for names, I'm partial to Berahthraben Martell, esq., (often inexplicably shortened to Beth, but never when shouted by a scorned lover or slighted foe to the stormy heavens. The first name is authentic Old German, apparently). Adelwine Rohesia's also got a ring to it.
As for names, I'm partial to Berahthraben Martell, esq., (often inexplicably shortened to Beth, but never when shouted by a scorned lover or slighted foe to the stormy heavens. The first name is authentic Old German, apparently). Adelwine Rohesia's also got a ring to it.