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brotimaeus) wrote2012-11-26 10:55 pm
brotimaeus) wrote2012-11-26 10:55 pm
Thoughtformed Application
-YOU-
Name: Fiona
Email: littlebritteacup@aim.com
AIM: littlebritteacup
DW username: blood_winged
Timezone: GMT
-THEM-
Character name: Bro Strider
Series: Homestuck
Character history: Right here!
Character personality: Bro is a mysterious character, obviously anime themed and the most sugoi motherfucker to ever grace the face of the planet. At least, that's what he'd have you believe. He is a man with a peculiar sense of humour, as well as being perverted in all kinds of odd ways, tying in his obsession with puppets to said perversion. His apartment, which he shares with his young charge Dave Strider, is covered in surveillance equipment which has presumably been placed to capture the situations that his large number of sexually themed puppets will mysteriously be found in. While his obsession is quite clear - if the number of the things in the apartment is anything to go by - his prize puppet is one Lil Cal, who is unnerving in his own right and often used by Bro in battles to really ruin his opponent.
That said, when he wants to bring the pain, Bro's favoured weapon is a blade - a katana, to be precise. This, he can wield with deadly expertise, but it must be noted that despite his obvious ability to slam Dave to the Furthest Ring while strifing with him, he never really hurts him. Bro has been noted by Davesprite to be incredibly difficult to keep track of. This, coming from a sprite who ought to know everything there is to know about the game, is perhaps an indicator of just how powerful the older Strider is. A power which even he himself may not be fully aware of. When he fights Jack Noir on the Beat Mesa, they seem almost evenly matched.
A large part of Bro’s personality is his devotion to Dave. From the moment he found the infant in the ruins of his favourite music store, he has been raising and preparing the boy for a future that he knew would not include him. He will do anything to ensure that Dave succeeds, even if it means being hard on him, and maybe not showing the more paternal of his feelings like he may have been able to had he not know how important his little brother would be. Despite everything he did – cutting the meteor in half, fighting Jack Noir, even dying for him – Bro will always feel as if he didn’t do as much as he could have done for Dave. There will always be a guilt that he couldn’t go further into the medium with him, or help him more, even if the Guardians were never supposed to do anything more than help the kids enter the game.
As Bro is a background character with no dialogue, some of his personality must be extrapolated from the things Dave says about him, and Dave’s own personality traits, as well as Dirk’s (to some extent).
Bro is an inherently messy individual. This isn’t because he’s lazy – nothing of the sort – but rather he has more important things to be doing than picking up after himself. He’s a very flippant person, deflecting personal or probing questions with irony or sarcasm and you can never really be sure if he’s being serious about something in normal conversation. However, if there ever comes a point where he is truly 100% sincere, it’s immediately obvious. This means that he comes off as rude, even deliberately insolent, when in fact he treats everyone with the same level of indiscriminate bluntness and simply doesn’t give a shit unless he has reason to.
While he often hides it, he is in fact highly intelligent, but being more boastful of his achievements through actions rather than words, this is something that can be easily overlooked. He isn’t one given to philosophical conversation, though he’s certainly capable of it.
Being rather easygoing, at least from an outsider’s perspective, Bro is almost constantly on alert and ready for anything that the world might throw at him. It’s difficult for someone like him to relax. If his body isn’t moving then his mind will be, and in a way his odd humour is a way to combat this. He’s able to be very mature when the situation calls for it… he just chooses not to be, more often than not. He is also a doggedly perseverant man, and the thought of stopping – especially when it’s something that involves Dave – even when the odds are hopelessly stacked against him isn’t something that enters his mind.
With all of that in mind, while Bro is definitely badass, he’s also a bit of a dork. There is a tendency for him to believe that he is better at certain things than he really is, and bad at some things that he’s actually good at (for instance, raising Dave). If Bro cares about something, he gives his all for it. No half measures for this Strider.
-SAMPLES-
Journal entry sample: Herehere
3rd person sample:
It wasn't often that he did this - risked this - but something was niggling at him. The night before Dave's thirteenth birthday, and Bro stood at his bedroom door, fingers pressed to the gloss-painted wood, barely breathing in the silence of the hallway as he listened hard for the sound of movement. Minutes passed, and he heard nothing. His fingers dropped to the handle, turned it, and the door opened without a creak.
Bro stayed there, a silhouette in the dim light spilling in from the hallway, before he moved into the room and across to where the younger Strider slept, his computer casting a soft glow over the room. Briefly, Bro glanced at it, but it was idling, the webcam switched off. No danger there. It looked as if Dave had just crashed and fallen asleep moments later, and the man found a small smile twitching at his lips despite his unexplained uncertainty. He crouched, drew the cover up over Dave's shoulder, paused and tensed as the boy mumbled and shifted and for a long moment didn't move, didn't even breathe.
Dave didn't wake. Bro gently drew his shades off him, folding in the arms and setting them to one side. A soft breath left him, exhaled through his nose as he set his knees to the floor and settled his weight, brushing his fingers over the youngster's pale hair. Why did it feel as if this was the last time he'd see him? Why couldn't he stop that strange twisting in his chest that told him something was coming, something big, something wrong?
It couldn't be that. Couldn't be. It was too soon. He was too young. There hadn't been enough time...
Red eyes cracked open and suddenly Bro was at the door, pulling it open, leaving as if he was never there. He heard his name muttered, and he knew Dave wouldn't even remember he'd been there once morning came. He wanted to turn. Wanted to cross the room and grab the boy up and hug him tight without explaining why, but this was easier, better, so instead, he just murmured softly.
"... Good night, squirt."
Name: Fiona
Email: littlebritteacup@aim.com
AIM: littlebritteacup
DW username: blood_winged
Timezone: GMT
-THEM-
Character name: Bro Strider
Series: Homestuck
Character history: Right here!
Character personality: Bro is a mysterious character, obviously anime themed and the most sugoi motherfucker to ever grace the face of the planet. At least, that's what he'd have you believe. He is a man with a peculiar sense of humour, as well as being perverted in all kinds of odd ways, tying in his obsession with puppets to said perversion. His apartment, which he shares with his young charge Dave Strider, is covered in surveillance equipment which has presumably been placed to capture the situations that his large number of sexually themed puppets will mysteriously be found in. While his obsession is quite clear - if the number of the things in the apartment is anything to go by - his prize puppet is one Lil Cal, who is unnerving in his own right and often used by Bro in battles to really ruin his opponent.
That said, when he wants to bring the pain, Bro's favoured weapon is a blade - a katana, to be precise. This, he can wield with deadly expertise, but it must be noted that despite his obvious ability to slam Dave to the Furthest Ring while strifing with him, he never really hurts him. Bro has been noted by Davesprite to be incredibly difficult to keep track of. This, coming from a sprite who ought to know everything there is to know about the game, is perhaps an indicator of just how powerful the older Strider is. A power which even he himself may not be fully aware of. When he fights Jack Noir on the Beat Mesa, they seem almost evenly matched.
A large part of Bro’s personality is his devotion to Dave. From the moment he found the infant in the ruins of his favourite music store, he has been raising and preparing the boy for a future that he knew would not include him. He will do anything to ensure that Dave succeeds, even if it means being hard on him, and maybe not showing the more paternal of his feelings like he may have been able to had he not know how important his little brother would be. Despite everything he did – cutting the meteor in half, fighting Jack Noir, even dying for him – Bro will always feel as if he didn’t do as much as he could have done for Dave. There will always be a guilt that he couldn’t go further into the medium with him, or help him more, even if the Guardians were never supposed to do anything more than help the kids enter the game.
As Bro is a background character with no dialogue, some of his personality must be extrapolated from the things Dave says about him, and Dave’s own personality traits, as well as Dirk’s (to some extent).
Bro is an inherently messy individual. This isn’t because he’s lazy – nothing of the sort – but rather he has more important things to be doing than picking up after himself. He’s a very flippant person, deflecting personal or probing questions with irony or sarcasm and you can never really be sure if he’s being serious about something in normal conversation. However, if there ever comes a point where he is truly 100% sincere, it’s immediately obvious. This means that he comes off as rude, even deliberately insolent, when in fact he treats everyone with the same level of indiscriminate bluntness and simply doesn’t give a shit unless he has reason to.
While he often hides it, he is in fact highly intelligent, but being more boastful of his achievements through actions rather than words, this is something that can be easily overlooked. He isn’t one given to philosophical conversation, though he’s certainly capable of it.
Being rather easygoing, at least from an outsider’s perspective, Bro is almost constantly on alert and ready for anything that the world might throw at him. It’s difficult for someone like him to relax. If his body isn’t moving then his mind will be, and in a way his odd humour is a way to combat this. He’s able to be very mature when the situation calls for it… he just chooses not to be, more often than not. He is also a doggedly perseverant man, and the thought of stopping – especially when it’s something that involves Dave – even when the odds are hopelessly stacked against him isn’t something that enters his mind.
With all of that in mind, while Bro is definitely badass, he’s also a bit of a dork. There is a tendency for him to believe that he is better at certain things than he really is, and bad at some things that he’s actually good at (for instance, raising Dave). If Bro cares about something, he gives his all for it. No half measures for this Strider.
-SAMPLES-
Journal entry sample: Herehere
3rd person sample:
It wasn't often that he did this - risked this - but something was niggling at him. The night before Dave's thirteenth birthday, and Bro stood at his bedroom door, fingers pressed to the gloss-painted wood, barely breathing in the silence of the hallway as he listened hard for the sound of movement. Minutes passed, and he heard nothing. His fingers dropped to the handle, turned it, and the door opened without a creak.
Bro stayed there, a silhouette in the dim light spilling in from the hallway, before he moved into the room and across to where the younger Strider slept, his computer casting a soft glow over the room. Briefly, Bro glanced at it, but it was idling, the webcam switched off. No danger there. It looked as if Dave had just crashed and fallen asleep moments later, and the man found a small smile twitching at his lips despite his unexplained uncertainty. He crouched, drew the cover up over Dave's shoulder, paused and tensed as the boy mumbled and shifted and for a long moment didn't move, didn't even breathe.
Dave didn't wake. Bro gently drew his shades off him, folding in the arms and setting them to one side. A soft breath left him, exhaled through his nose as he set his knees to the floor and settled his weight, brushing his fingers over the youngster's pale hair. Why did it feel as if this was the last time he'd see him? Why couldn't he stop that strange twisting in his chest that told him something was coming, something big, something wrong?
It couldn't be that. Couldn't be. It was too soon. He was too young. There hadn't been enough time...
Red eyes cracked open and suddenly Bro was at the door, pulling it open, leaving as if he was never there. He heard his name muttered, and he knew Dave wouldn't even remember he'd been there once morning came. He wanted to turn. Wanted to cross the room and grab the boy up and hug him tight without explaining why, but this was easier, better, so instead, he just murmured softly.
"... Good night, squirt."