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Player Name: Terra
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IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: The Disciple
Canon: Homestuck
OU/AU/OC: AU (Mayfield RPG)
Canon Point: A sweep and a half after Signless' Death; Just after this post in Mayfield
History: I've written out her Canon History.
However, I am taking her from Mayfield, which warrants a few paragraphs on what happened there. She started out life in Mayfield as a human in a house full of other humans. Luckily, she was greeted by The Dolorosa, who explained the place as a town, full of hives with 'fake matesprits' and with her acting as lusus to two younger humans. The sun didn't burn and the town was full of interesting people to meet and old friends. Though it took her some time to get used to the complete and utter culture shock of course.
It was there that she was reunited with the Signless, because apparently this place could bring back the dead. Though the town took turns hurting her friends, old and new, she could take some comfort in the routine of everyday life here. There was always a period of calm between the calamities, even when they included erasing her memories and making her believe her lover was an imposter. Between the problems, she began to become her old self. Cheerful, a head full of shipping and a desire to make the very best of the situation. The town switched memories, tortured them with mutilations and tossed them about from house to house, but she could deal with it as long as her Signless was alive and here.
But then he wasn't. And the realization broke her. She had been given her dream back, seen him alive and whole, made friends and learned of whole new ways to see love and life--and then it was gone. All her friends were gone. Her anger and betrayal sent her into a furious rage and she destroyed half her hive's furnishings before she curled into a ball and wept. While others came at first to comfort her, time went on and the people she had met began to disappear one by one. When even the people she had in her hive became the fake people Mayfield was populated with, she retreated back into herself, quiet and not leaving her hive for anything other than food.
Just before she arrives at Equestria, she found herself moved about again, waking up with the only other person still left from her happier days there, Klaus. Her reaction was violent at best, clawing at him before she realized his identity and then grudgingly accepting his presecene in what was "her space". She had just begun to get used to speaking to real people again when she was taken to Equestria.
Personality: Disciple is Nepeta's Ancestor and as such is similar to her in many ways. She is loyal to a fault, lively and happy, and is a competent huntress. Unlike her descendant, she refuses to use violence against her fellow trolls. It's noteworthy that even though the e%cutioner killed the Signless and the Disciple is griefstricken, she does not attempt to hurt him or attack her. Her love for the Signless and her utter grief at his death do not overshadow the teachings he instilled in her and she refuses to attack.
Before his death, she was a bright and lively individual. She was unafraid of what lay ahead as she traveled, even after the attack by woofbeasts. Her favorite activity was always reaching the next hill or the next town. Every day was a new adventure and it was all the better for having her lover at her side. Even when they were in trouble from highbloods at various times before their capture, the Disciple bounced back quickest of all. Her ability to look on the bright side and take a lighter tone was invaluable in a group of somewhat serious individuals. In fact it could be, on occasion, somewhat grating because she insisted on taking the 'look on the bright side' thing a bit too far. Which is to say, Disciple almost entirely lacked the ability to read the atmosphere. She says the wrong thing at the wrong time quite often and is quick to assume.
She enjoyed writing almost obsessively, taking it upon herself to write down all of his sermons and often carried around her book of his teachings. She recorded nearly everything in fact, from the towns they visited to conversations their group had. She can be extremely talkative but is equally able to be a great listener. Catch her interest and she will sit there listening to you go on and on. She was very adept at making fires, skinning and preparing animals, and finding new plants for them to eat. She loves to be useful, going out of her way to figure out tiny ways she can help her friends or random trolls.
She could be a little defensive at times and was quick to uphold her honor and those of the rest of her little group of friends. Before becoming his Disciple, she got into a few fights but that occasional temper or pride has calmed down. She was a bit sheepish about her habit of slipping into catpuns, since she considered them to be somewhat childish and she tried to curb them whenever she can.
Since his death, she has become a muted version of herself. A a bit of a loner nowadays, her love of being around people and talking to new faces has lessened. It wouldn't be a stretch to say she has become somewhat depressed and obsessed. Of course, Mayfield brightened her, but also dimmed her in the end. She came out of the whole experience more bitter about the worlds she's forced to live in. It'd be easier for her to perk up this time, though there will always be a thought that she's going to lose them. So she'll cling to her friends extra hard.
Disciple uses catpuns (even if they don't always translate well into spoken speech) when she's excited, angry or upset as a hold over from her childhood. There are other quirks such as her love of 33 but they are more when she is writing to herself. She gets a little more high pitched when upset or excited.
Strengths: The Disciple has tremendous faith, a sharp mind--and while she lacks her sharp claws from her troll form, she still is an amazing hunter. She is an excellent writer and her adoration of books is well known. And most importantly, she is a great listener.
Weaknesses: She was always optimistic, though not as much after all that life has thrown at her, and it can be grating or lead her to be disappointed or broken when things turn out badly. She loves deeply and reacts terribly when those she loves are hurt or torn away. She's not very good with people who are evil for evil's sake--she literally cannot understand them.
Pony/Animal Type: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: A brown book with a Leo symbol on it in her olive green
Pony Picture: SEE ALL ICONS.
SAMPLES
First Person:
Fur the record, I miss claws. And eating meat. And this is purrhaps inconsiderate but I really am tired of flowers. It's nice and all once in a while--I guess, but I could use some hopbeast.
But that would purrobably upset you. You're all very in love with your animals. And I do understand! I've worked in a 'pet shop' with the tiny purrbeasts and barkbeasts--and even the squeakbeasts, but I'm a troll and we manely eat meat! At least humans understood. Even if they thought I ate it too ...rare? Rare was the word.
You purrobably s33 the animals as something like pets but some animals are tastier than they are friendly.
I miss human steak.
Third Person:
It's too bright and cheery to be depressed for long. The entire place, mountains, clouds, the bright green and blue that surrounded her were enough of a wonder to knock her out of her usual stupor. What had Mayfield conjured this time? Immediately, her body felt different, as she stumbled up on small legs and flicked her tail, letting it swish back and forth as she adjusted to it. It flicked across the ground as she absorbed her new predicament. New body. New place. Something in Mayfield was wrong, very wrong.
She took a deep breath--all wrong, the placement of her lungs and her body--and took a shaky step. The steps turned into leaps and finally a gallop as she worked out the kinks in this foot placement. She was a hoofbeast.
Oh she wanted to laugh, Mayfield had made Signless a hoofbeast too--a tiny grey one--and it had been...
A long time ago. Best to figure out how Mayfield planned to torment her this time and get something to fill her rumbling belly. Had it really been that long since last night's meal? Well no time like the present to stalk a new meal. A hopbeast lay just out of range and creeping up on it was a harder task with hooves and skin of bright green.
Just a little closer. Closer--and pounce!
Only to have the hopbeast swiped away at the last minute by a chiding pegasus in absurdly bright colors--who asked her to please stop frightening the poor little thing. Well it was little assuredly--but still a good meal. She raised herself back up and puzzled that for a moment. It was a wild hopbeast not like the purrbeasts kept in cages.
Honestly she was surprised the thing didn't sprout fangs--that seemed more in line with life than this pastel pony with wings.
Player Name: Terra
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IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: The Disciple
Canon: Homestuck
OU/AU/OC: AU (Mayfield RPG)
Canon Point: A sweep and a half after Signless' Death; Just after this post in Mayfield
History: I've written out her Canon History.
However, I am taking her from Mayfield, which warrants a few paragraphs on what happened there. She started out life in Mayfield as a human in a house full of other humans. Luckily, she was greeted by The Dolorosa, who explained the place as a town, full of hives with 'fake matesprits' and with her acting as lusus to two younger humans. The sun didn't burn and the town was full of interesting people to meet and old friends. Though it took her some time to get used to the complete and utter culture shock of course.
It was there that she was reunited with the Signless, because apparently this place could bring back the dead. Though the town took turns hurting her friends, old and new, she could take some comfort in the routine of everyday life here. There was always a period of calm between the calamities, even when they included erasing her memories and making her believe her lover was an imposter. Between the problems, she began to become her old self. Cheerful, a head full of shipping and a desire to make the very best of the situation. The town switched memories, tortured them with mutilations and tossed them about from house to house, but she could deal with it as long as her Signless was alive and here.
But then he wasn't. And the realization broke her. She had been given her dream back, seen him alive and whole, made friends and learned of whole new ways to see love and life--and then it was gone. All her friends were gone. Her anger and betrayal sent her into a furious rage and she destroyed half her hive's furnishings before she curled into a ball and wept. While others came at first to comfort her, time went on and the people she had met began to disappear one by one. When even the people she had in her hive became the fake people Mayfield was populated with, she retreated back into herself, quiet and not leaving her hive for anything other than food.
Just before she arrives at Equestria, she found herself moved about again, waking up with the only other person still left from her happier days there, Klaus. Her reaction was violent at best, clawing at him before she realized his identity and then grudgingly accepting his presecene in what was "her space". She had just begun to get used to speaking to real people again when she was taken to Equestria.
Personality: Disciple is Nepeta's Ancestor and as such is similar to her in many ways. She is loyal to a fault, lively and happy, and is a competent huntress. Unlike her descendant, she refuses to use violence against her fellow trolls. It's noteworthy that even though the e%cutioner killed the Signless and the Disciple is griefstricken, she does not attempt to hurt him or attack her. Her love for the Signless and her utter grief at his death do not overshadow the teachings he instilled in her and she refuses to attack.
Before his death, she was a bright and lively individual. She was unafraid of what lay ahead as she traveled, even after the attack by woofbeasts. Her favorite activity was always reaching the next hill or the next town. Every day was a new adventure and it was all the better for having her lover at her side. Even when they were in trouble from highbloods at various times before their capture, the Disciple bounced back quickest of all. Her ability to look on the bright side and take a lighter tone was invaluable in a group of somewhat serious individuals. In fact it could be, on occasion, somewhat grating because she insisted on taking the 'look on the bright side' thing a bit too far. Which is to say, Disciple almost entirely lacked the ability to read the atmosphere. She says the wrong thing at the wrong time quite often and is quick to assume.
She enjoyed writing almost obsessively, taking it upon herself to write down all of his sermons and often carried around her book of his teachings. She recorded nearly everything in fact, from the towns they visited to conversations their group had. She can be extremely talkative but is equally able to be a great listener. Catch her interest and she will sit there listening to you go on and on. She was very adept at making fires, skinning and preparing animals, and finding new plants for them to eat. She loves to be useful, going out of her way to figure out tiny ways she can help her friends or random trolls.
She could be a little defensive at times and was quick to uphold her honor and those of the rest of her little group of friends. Before becoming his Disciple, she got into a few fights but that occasional temper or pride has calmed down. She was a bit sheepish about her habit of slipping into catpuns, since she considered them to be somewhat childish and she tried to curb them whenever she can.
Since his death, she has become a muted version of herself. A a bit of a loner nowadays, her love of being around people and talking to new faces has lessened. It wouldn't be a stretch to say she has become somewhat depressed and obsessed. Of course, Mayfield brightened her, but also dimmed her in the end. She came out of the whole experience more bitter about the worlds she's forced to live in. It'd be easier for her to perk up this time, though there will always be a thought that she's going to lose them. So she'll cling to her friends extra hard.
Disciple uses catpuns (even if they don't always translate well into spoken speech) when she's excited, angry or upset as a hold over from her childhood. There are other quirks such as her love of 33 but they are more when she is writing to herself. She gets a little more high pitched when upset or excited.
Strengths: The Disciple has tremendous faith, a sharp mind--and while she lacks her sharp claws from her troll form, she still is an amazing hunter. She is an excellent writer and her adoration of books is well known. And most importantly, she is a great listener.
Weaknesses: She was always optimistic, though not as much after all that life has thrown at her, and it can be grating or lead her to be disappointed or broken when things turn out badly. She loves deeply and reacts terribly when those she loves are hurt or torn away. She's not very good with people who are evil for evil's sake--she literally cannot understand them.
Pony/Animal Type: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: A brown book with a Leo symbol on it in her olive green
Pony Picture: SEE ALL ICONS.
SAMPLES
First Person:
Fur the record, I miss claws. And eating meat. And this is purrhaps inconsiderate but I really am tired of flowers. It's nice and all once in a while--I guess, but I could use some hopbeast.
But that would purrobably upset you. You're all very in love with your animals. And I do understand! I've worked in a 'pet shop' with the tiny purrbeasts and barkbeasts--and even the squeakbeasts, but I'm a troll and we manely eat meat! At least humans understood. Even if they thought I ate it too ...rare? Rare was the word.
You purrobably s33 the animals as something like pets but some animals are tastier than they are friendly.
I miss human steak.
Third Person:
It's too bright and cheery to be depressed for long. The entire place, mountains, clouds, the bright green and blue that surrounded her were enough of a wonder to knock her out of her usual stupor. What had Mayfield conjured this time? Immediately, her body felt different, as she stumbled up on small legs and flicked her tail, letting it swish back and forth as she adjusted to it. It flicked across the ground as she absorbed her new predicament. New body. New place. Something in Mayfield was wrong, very wrong.
She took a deep breath--all wrong, the placement of her lungs and her body--and took a shaky step. The steps turned into leaps and finally a gallop as she worked out the kinks in this foot placement. She was a hoofbeast.
Oh she wanted to laugh, Mayfield had made Signless a hoofbeast too--a tiny grey one--and it had been...
A long time ago. Best to figure out how Mayfield planned to torment her this time and get something to fill her rumbling belly. Had it really been that long since last night's meal? Well no time like the present to stalk a new meal. A hopbeast lay just out of range and creeping up on it was a harder task with hooves and skin of bright green.
Just a little closer. Closer--and pounce!
Only to have the hopbeast swiped away at the last minute by a chiding pegasus in absurdly bright colors--who asked her to please stop frightening the poor little thing. Well it was little assuredly--but still a good meal. She raised herself back up and puzzled that for a moment. It was a wild hopbeast not like the purrbeasts kept in cages.
Honestly she was surprised the thing didn't sprout fangs--that seemed more in line with life than this pastel pony with wings.