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May. 28th, 2016 10:58 pmOUT OF CHARACTER
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Are you 16 or older: yes
Contact: please pm me at this account : )
Current Characters: nope
Tag: dirk strider
IN CHARACTER
Name: Dirk Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Canon Point: the hours prior to [S] Collidee
Age: he's 16
History: Links are acceptable. If your character does not have a linkable history, please summarize it here. If playing an AU or CRAU, please describe changes in the character history.
Personality: Dirk is probably, above all else, a progenitor and machinator. This isn't necessarily a bad trait, but as far as his group of friends goes, he delights and finds purpose in being the person to push the metaphorical plotlines along. This is, of course, part of a deep seated determination towards righting the wrongs of paradox space that have cast him his unenviable fate. Not only that, but Dirk, having only three friends, puppets notwithstanding, has an overbearing devotion to them that, while often veiled under cynicism and irony, causes him to micromanage their development the way that he does. Thus, for the events leading up to, and following, he and his friends entering the medium, Dirk does much of the heavy lifting in terms of getting things going as they should be, in addition to getting his friends prepared for the difficult trials ahead (see: sending Jane a hyper-competant robotic bunny. Forcing Jake to fight his robot self.) His clumsiness with self-expression is underlined when meeting Dave, a version of the brother he spent his life idolizing. Dirk becomes so concerned with how Dave might perceive him that he has difficulty saying anything at all. When Dave shares his feelings about his brother, Dirk clams up once again, afraid of hurting Dave by reminding him of what may be painful memories. When it comes to people important to him, Dirk cares all too much what they think, and how they're feeling, so much so that he prioritizes it over his own emotions. When Dirk becomes clingy and overbearing towards his boyfriend Jake and notices Jake drifting away, he doesn't confront him, but rather keeps holding on tighter instead of inciting change that might hurt both of them. Dirk cares too much, almost neurotically so, that he ends up frustrating, and in some cases hurting, himself and others. Heavy guilt characterizes Dirk as well, for he spends much of the time after breaking up with Jake lamenting over what a shitty person and friend that he's been.
"Battles are easy. Just you, a sword, some bad guys…it's a lot simpler than having to answer for things you did.
With all of the brilliance that comes with being a boy who carefully plans out the string of events that leads to saving his friends' lives, and also builds cool robots, Dirk is pretty deep in his own head. He has a detached air around him, a difficulty expressing emotion due to a lonely, focused upbringing. Detachment has gotten him as far as he is. Always thinking and analyzing, Dirk is just as much always overthinking and overanalyzing. He is so constantly haunting himself with his own cerebral issues that the trickster magic that drives his friends to forget about their problems doesn't even affect him. Each passing moment leads to a hypercritical resentment of the self he has just left behind. Nothing demonstrates this better than the frustration ignited in him by his AI, who is a crystallization of his thirteen year old self, and Arquisprite, who is the same thing but mixed with a shredded, horse-obsessed troll. Always living in the shadow of the brother he never knew, Dirk, for all his bluster and hyperbole about himself, can never truly shake the droning feeling of inadequacy inside him.
For all of his faults Dirk is still a boy who's intentions are ultimately completely virtuous. Dirk is seeking the happiness of himself and his friends, and the creation of a new universe where they can live at peace, and other won't have to grow up suffering the way that he and Roxy had to. Tested in fire, growing up alongside his robots that entrenched him in constant battle, Dirk never lost sight of what was important and purposefully made himself stronger for the good of all mankind. Dirk will risk life and limb for his friends, and no matter how many times he needs to experience being decapitated, he would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant his friends could take another step towards safety.
Abilities/Skills: Dirk is a master with a sword, as though he is straight out of a Japanese Anime. He's lived his entire life fending off self-made robots with his sword, and has become a very natural, refined warrior. He can even utilize the technique "Flashstep" which allows him to move between short distances at a near instantaneous speed.
Dirk is a God Tier, which means he is unable to be killed unless his death is either Just or Heroic. So, being killed while saving someone else results in actual death. Getting struck by random lightning? He'll get back up.
Dirk's class and aspect is the Prince of Heart, which gives him powers over others' souls. Essentially, his ability is to rip souls from others' bodies…and destroy them. It isn't an easily pulled off feat, and excessive resistance will definitely interrupt the technique.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths: Leadership, invention, construction, creating plans, assisting others, battle, swordsmanship, mathematics, physics.
Weaknesses: Connecting with others, expressing emotion, handling situations of emotional gravitas, self-deprecation, over thinking.
Items: His god tier outfit, his sword, and his sunglasses which act as a computer/messaging program. He has a "hammer space" inventory called a sylladex filled with extraneous items and clothing to a near endless degree, not necessarily outlined specifically by the comic, but for convince and fairness, we can say that doesn't carry over.
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[Dirk idly flips his sword back and forth in his hand. He runs his finger across the length of the blade as he glances into the camera, cool as fucking ice. Of course, he eventually pricks his finger once it reaches the tip of the blade, but hey man, cool kids make mistakes too, so he just waves it off like he's not in extreme pain. This shit is sharp, yo.]
…Anyway. [Now pointing the sword at you! That's right, you. You are having words directed in your general direction, and this sword is making sure you don't forget it.]
As long as I'm going to be confined in a glorified tin can, I may as do what any nutritious piece of canned produce and act as a part of a two-thousand calorie diet for all my minimum wage working class citizens and/or literal fucking prisoners.
Basically I need some shit.
Not in a, I am forcibly going to take your things because I am a greedy troll of the bridge underside variety, oh no. I am about to get all up in the public service industry. You know…scrap metal, uranium, bullshit magic battery-crap that I know some of you have.
The significance of being able to reach across the room and touch some actual comic-book can'tobtanium artifacts isn't lost on me.
So toss your magic and mechanical crap my way, and we'll get this party started, shall we? [Dirk gives only the smallest of grins before quickly signing off.]
Prose/Action Sample: Thunder and lightning, bright pastels of cosmic energies whirling as the destructive hands of god melt the ink of history’s pages. It explodes in his mind, and his heart and his ears. Sensory overstimulation. Eyes that cannot perceive what is happening in front of him, all around him in four dimensions. Racing against the cascading doom, he pushes his body to it’s limits, sweat drifting off into the vast nothingness of paradox space. It’s digging into his heart, dropping his soul lower and lower inside his being, drifting away sense and sanity. He starts to allow himself to break into pieces. They’re more important than him, more vital than him. Dirk is the instrument to set them in motion, and their motion is the true universal machinations. Tearing his body apart isn’t enough. At the end of the world, he will cease to exist for them, to be overcome with darkness and bear the universes many sins. But it’s too late. Corpses and destruction. Broken hearts. The end of all things is strewn in front of him because he wasn’t fast enough. He wasn’t smart enough or brave enough. Sinking into the shadow of his predecessors, he knows he wasn’t good enough. Not for his friends, not for his world, his earth, his paradox space and timeline. They were doomed the minute he made his gravest mistake. He lets go, and he is consumed. Doubt and guilt crawl over him as existence ceases. A failure at the end, a crescendo and completion to years of self-loathing and ego. Nothing is left.
Are you 16 or older: yes
Contact: please pm me at this account : )
Current Characters: nope
Tag: dirk strider
IN CHARACTER
Name: Dirk Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Canon Point: the hours prior to [S] Collidee
Age: he's 16
History: Links are acceptable. If your character does not have a linkable history, please summarize it here. If playing an AU or CRAU, please describe changes in the character history.
Personality: Dirk is probably, above all else, a progenitor and machinator. This isn't necessarily a bad trait, but as far as his group of friends goes, he delights and finds purpose in being the person to push the metaphorical plotlines along. This is, of course, part of a deep seated determination towards righting the wrongs of paradox space that have cast him his unenviable fate. Not only that, but Dirk, having only three friends, puppets notwithstanding, has an overbearing devotion to them that, while often veiled under cynicism and irony, causes him to micromanage their development the way that he does. Thus, for the events leading up to, and following, he and his friends entering the medium, Dirk does much of the heavy lifting in terms of getting things going as they should be, in addition to getting his friends prepared for the difficult trials ahead (see: sending Jane a hyper-competant robotic bunny. Forcing Jake to fight his robot self.) His clumsiness with self-expression is underlined when meeting Dave, a version of the brother he spent his life idolizing. Dirk becomes so concerned with how Dave might perceive him that he has difficulty saying anything at all. When Dave shares his feelings about his brother, Dirk clams up once again, afraid of hurting Dave by reminding him of what may be painful memories. When it comes to people important to him, Dirk cares all too much what they think, and how they're feeling, so much so that he prioritizes it over his own emotions. When Dirk becomes clingy and overbearing towards his boyfriend Jake and notices Jake drifting away, he doesn't confront him, but rather keeps holding on tighter instead of inciting change that might hurt both of them. Dirk cares too much, almost neurotically so, that he ends up frustrating, and in some cases hurting, himself and others. Heavy guilt characterizes Dirk as well, for he spends much of the time after breaking up with Jake lamenting over what a shitty person and friend that he's been.
"Battles are easy. Just you, a sword, some bad guys…it's a lot simpler than having to answer for things you did.
With all of the brilliance that comes with being a boy who carefully plans out the string of events that leads to saving his friends' lives, and also builds cool robots, Dirk is pretty deep in his own head. He has a detached air around him, a difficulty expressing emotion due to a lonely, focused upbringing. Detachment has gotten him as far as he is. Always thinking and analyzing, Dirk is just as much always overthinking and overanalyzing. He is so constantly haunting himself with his own cerebral issues that the trickster magic that drives his friends to forget about their problems doesn't even affect him. Each passing moment leads to a hypercritical resentment of the self he has just left behind. Nothing demonstrates this better than the frustration ignited in him by his AI, who is a crystallization of his thirteen year old self, and Arquisprite, who is the same thing but mixed with a shredded, horse-obsessed troll. Always living in the shadow of the brother he never knew, Dirk, for all his bluster and hyperbole about himself, can never truly shake the droning feeling of inadequacy inside him.
For all of his faults Dirk is still a boy who's intentions are ultimately completely virtuous. Dirk is seeking the happiness of himself and his friends, and the creation of a new universe where they can live at peace, and other won't have to grow up suffering the way that he and Roxy had to. Tested in fire, growing up alongside his robots that entrenched him in constant battle, Dirk never lost sight of what was important and purposefully made himself stronger for the good of all mankind. Dirk will risk life and limb for his friends, and no matter how many times he needs to experience being decapitated, he would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant his friends could take another step towards safety.
Abilities/Skills: Dirk is a master with a sword, as though he is straight out of a Japanese Anime. He's lived his entire life fending off self-made robots with his sword, and has become a very natural, refined warrior. He can even utilize the technique "Flashstep" which allows him to move between short distances at a near instantaneous speed.
Dirk is a God Tier, which means he is unable to be killed unless his death is either Just or Heroic. So, being killed while saving someone else results in actual death. Getting struck by random lightning? He'll get back up.
Dirk's class and aspect is the Prince of Heart, which gives him powers over others' souls. Essentially, his ability is to rip souls from others' bodies…and destroy them. It isn't an easily pulled off feat, and excessive resistance will definitely interrupt the technique.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths: Leadership, invention, construction, creating plans, assisting others, battle, swordsmanship, mathematics, physics.
Weaknesses: Connecting with others, expressing emotion, handling situations of emotional gravitas, self-deprecation, over thinking.
Items: His god tier outfit, his sword, and his sunglasses which act as a computer/messaging program. He has a "hammer space" inventory called a sylladex filled with extraneous items and clothing to a near endless degree, not necessarily outlined specifically by the comic, but for convince and fairness, we can say that doesn't carry over.
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
[Dirk idly flips his sword back and forth in his hand. He runs his finger across the length of the blade as he glances into the camera, cool as fucking ice. Of course, he eventually pricks his finger once it reaches the tip of the blade, but hey man, cool kids make mistakes too, so he just waves it off like he's not in extreme pain. This shit is sharp, yo.]
…Anyway. [Now pointing the sword at you! That's right, you. You are having words directed in your general direction, and this sword is making sure you don't forget it.]
As long as I'm going to be confined in a glorified tin can, I may as do what any nutritious piece of canned produce and act as a part of a two-thousand calorie diet for all my minimum wage working class citizens and/or literal fucking prisoners.
Basically I need some shit.
Not in a, I am forcibly going to take your things because I am a greedy troll of the bridge underside variety, oh no. I am about to get all up in the public service industry. You know…scrap metal, uranium, bullshit magic battery-crap that I know some of you have.
The significance of being able to reach across the room and touch some actual comic-book can'tobtanium artifacts isn't lost on me.
So toss your magic and mechanical crap my way, and we'll get this party started, shall we? [Dirk gives only the smallest of grins before quickly signing off.]
Prose/Action Sample: Thunder and lightning, bright pastels of cosmic energies whirling as the destructive hands of god melt the ink of history’s pages. It explodes in his mind, and his heart and his ears. Sensory overstimulation. Eyes that cannot perceive what is happening in front of him, all around him in four dimensions. Racing against the cascading doom, he pushes his body to it’s limits, sweat drifting off into the vast nothingness of paradox space. It’s digging into his heart, dropping his soul lower and lower inside his being, drifting away sense and sanity. He starts to allow himself to break into pieces. They’re more important than him, more vital than him. Dirk is the instrument to set them in motion, and their motion is the true universal machinations. Tearing his body apart isn’t enough. At the end of the world, he will cease to exist for them, to be overcome with darkness and bear the universes many sins. But it’s too late. Corpses and destruction. Broken hearts. The end of all things is strewn in front of him because he wasn’t fast enough. He wasn’t smart enough or brave enough. Sinking into the shadow of his predecessors, he knows he wasn’t good enough. Not for his friends, not for his world, his earth, his paradox space and timeline. They were doomed the minute he made his gravest mistake. He lets go, and he is consumed. Doubt and guilt crawl over him as existence ceases. A failure at the end, a crescendo and completion to years of self-loathing and ego. Nothing is left.
