Contact Info!
Feb. 19th, 2020 01:26 am| Exit Void Contact Information |
MUN: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small} missazraelAIM: no AIM PLURK: CHARA E-MAIL: orphaner.dualscar@kernos.net |
(no subject)
Jan. 15th, 2014 10:44 pm| character info. | |
| NAME. Orphaner Dualscar SERIES Homestuck. AGE. Sometime in The Second Perigree of the Dark Season/February, and roughly seventy sweeps/145 years, appears in his early thirties HEIGHT&WEIGHT. 6'5", 210 pounds. APPEARANCE. Look at that sexy bitch. |
STATUS. ■■■■■ | TITLE. quick summary. (UNDERLINE PROPER BLOCK BY ADDING [[ text-decoration:underline; ]] WITHIN span style="...;" . THERE'S FIVE FROM RED TO BLUE.) LODGINGS. Arrived | ooc date (ic day) Staying | ??? |
| developments. | |
| RESIDENCE. ??? POSSESSIONS. Capes and armor WEAPONS. Ahab's Crosshairs, a legendary weapon in the form of a harpoon gun EXPLORATION. ??? GOALS. Mayhem |
|
| permissions. | |
| TRIGGERS. Getting held face-down on the ground and being called "love" MEDICAL INFO. Very healthy, can breathe underwater MENTAL INFO. Narcissistic, attention-seeking, borderline sociopathy. Surprisingly good with kids. FOURTH-WALLING. He doesn't, but knock yourself out if your character wants to fourth wall at him PHYSICAL CONTACT. He can get pretty pushy with sexual advances, and doesn't mind if others try and get close to him, but seriously, why would you want to? His facial fins and gills are highly sensitive; use that information wisely. ROMANCE/SEXUAL RELATIONS. He's a troll, so his sexual preference is INJURE/KILL. It's inevitable, but talk to me about it first, please. DEVICE HACKING. He can't, because LOL what is technology, but please ask first. THREADJACKING. But of course! Threadjack away! ANYTHING ELSE. Eridan, y u put a purple streak in your hair? You make daddy ashamed. |
|
| GIVEN PERMISSIONS. |
|
Prisonstuck X
Feb. 19th, 2012 01:25 amDualscar wakes up early, his eyes opening under the water and just staring at the ceiling for a moment. Did he really sleep the entire night and day away? It feels like it; it feels like he's been under for a long, long time, and he woke up feeling rested and relaxed for the first time in perigrees.
Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.
That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.
Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.
That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.
A Primer on Human Culture
Dec. 30th, 2011 03:50 pm[Dualscar arrives at Dave's apartment only a half hour late. Showing up on time indicates eagerness, and he's not about to do that, but longer than half an hour indicates that he doesn't care, and he doesn't want to do that either. The simple fact is, he's kind of looking forward to this meeting, to just hanging out with Dave, who has promised to teach him more about humans and their culture, and although he'd never admit it, he doesn't want to blow this.]
[He even put on a clean cape, okay? This is Important.]
[With a gruff clearing of his throat, he knocks briskly on Dave's door.]
Hey, cool kid! Open up!
[Just because it's Important doesn't mean he's not going to be an ass, though.]
[He even put on a clean cape, okay? This is Important.]
[With a gruff clearing of his throat, he knocks briskly on Dave's door.]
Hey, cool kid! Open up!
[Just because it's Important doesn't mean he's not going to be an ass, though.]
Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ
Dec. 30th, 2011 02:04 pm[For someone who claimed he didn't need to rest, the Psiioniic has been sleeping for a long time.]
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
badpirattitude
[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
polariity
[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
badpirattitude
[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
polariity
[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
