☆ Player - - -

( Player Name ) : Rose
( Personal DW ) :

rosenight
( Age ) : 23
( Timezone ) : MST
( Other Characters ) : N/A

☆ Character - - -

( Character's Name ) : Dave Strider
( Character's Age ) : 16
( Series ) : Homestuck
( Canon Point ) : End of A6I5 - Teleported to LOMAX by Grimbark!Jade
( Playability ) : N/A

( History ) :
Here

( Personality ) :
"Coolkid" is a term often used to describe Dave. He views himself as the most awesome guy around and often tells his friends they should be taking notes on how to be cool, he's just that good. With a reputation comes the negative side, and Dave's often more of an "insufferable prick" than he is simply cool, but his friends at least are somehow able to overlook such things and do nothing but feed his ego by always telling him how cool and awesome he is. But really, they're simply feeding his image. No matter how cool, or how "ironic", Dave tries to be, he has a very low opinion of himself. His mask is something he prides himself in, the perfect poker face no matter what the situation. He can handle anything with a shrug of his shoulders and a blank stare through his awesome shades, never letting a bit of emotion go through and express itself in any real form other than on occasion when he's by himself. But as he grows older and spends more time around people, he begins to have less of a tight hold on his "image" and while still being his cool self most of the time is more likely to openly show emotion.

He was raised alone by his older brother who is in fact his genetic father, though for the longest time he was unaware of such a thing. As he grew he looked up to this brother, wanted to be just like him and often would mimic his every move, almost every habit, every expression. He thought there was no one in the world that was more awesome than his bro, and he firmly stuck to that belief no matter how weird or freaky some of Bro's hobbies were. He would defend him, using the term 'irony' to justify every sick and oddly degenerate hobby that his Bro had, also the lame ones. He doesn't have an actual concept of irony, merely the Strider brand of it which isn't actually irony at all. Strider Irony is simply them slapping the word irony over something that would be normally socially unacceptable or considered completely lame and uncool, and making it cool just by their sheer willpower and aura. But it always has a brand of sincerity behind it, which is what makes it ironic in the first place. He has the image of a flippant coolkid and that's all he needs to get away with things that most people can't, just like he learned how to do from his bro.

But even Dave gets that it's mostly bullshit, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. The puppets he once thought were cool when he was a kid give him nightmares, and he has a slightly unsettling feeling and most likely a phobia of plush rump by the time the game is set in motion, but even still he tries to tell himself they're cool because they're ironic and they belong to his brother who's the coolest ironic dude ever. He will never admit to himself the possibility that his bro is really just a creepy pervert with some weird fetishes. He does however mention it cautiously to Rose how unsettled he gets about them at times, though it's not a subject he likes talking about.

Though even without admitting it, Dave's picked up the sexual undertones of most of the things his brother puts his time into. He can take any conversation and turn it into something sexual to throw off or unsettle someone if he's really trying, like he did in his talk with Tavros Nitram. The boy tried to troll him, and failed miserably as he freaked out by Dave's graphic descriptions of a possible sexual encounter between them and in the end ended up being the one to block Dave from his list. Rose has even stated before that most of Dave's dreams and a fair amount of what he says at times has serious homoerotic undertones, probably resulting from the phallicness of the numerous smuppets his bro liked to collect and often bury his little brother in. The fact that he seems to have a hobby of drawing penises when he gets bored, or making Karkat draw them and call it "Penis Ouija", only adds to this. Though at the same time he can be a bit of a prude on rare occasion, criticizing Rose when she comes to him completely wasted and refusing to try any of the alcohol she made.

Despite his sharp tongue and coolkid appearance though, Dave's insecurities with himself outweighs almost everything else. He doesn't believe he's good enough like John, never believing himself to be any sort of hero. He wasn't meant for great things, just to set shit up for other people to do the great things. He has no issues with this supposedly, accepting it as a simple fact of life. He wants people to believe he doesn't care what they think, when really he knows himself he cares too much. If poked and prodded in the wrong places he can become defensive, his coolkid mask slipping and letting through some anger he tries to keep hidden. It doesn't happen often as he tries to keep his weak spots covered, but on the occasion someone hits the nail on the head his joking becomes snappy and he doesn't hesitate to start a fight if it's called for. The one who ends up on the side of it the most is Karkat whenever he brings up arguments over Terezi, though that may just be because he's one of the only people Dave's met in person that has the ability to piss him off.

Dave also has the inability to show emotion freely, he wasn't raised like a normal child and was taught to always hide himself and always keep his cool. Don't react to things, make sure no one can know what you're thinking. While good strategy for a fighter, not necessarily the best way for a child to be taught at a young age. He's socially awkward but covers it up with his coolkid persona and easily fools everyone to being none the wiser unless they know him well enough. He often goes to Rose with dreams or issues he can't understand, things that make absolutely no sense to him because they're either too messed up or too confusing for him to be able to process on his own. This way at least he realizes he does need therapy and instead of admitting he has a problem he just uses it as asking advice from a friend who just happens to be an ace at psychology and therapy.

He puts a lot of weight into his own beliefs, rarely taking the time to stop and consider just what someone else could possibly be planning. When things are taken out of his hands and going a different way, he becomes a bit more unsure and the coolkid mask slips just a bit, and he usually retaliates with a fair amount of complaints and trying to figure out ways for the situation to be returned to his hands and what he wants to do with it, like how Rose decided to go to the Green Sun herself instead of following the plan of Dave going. A loner by nature, he's slowly trying to get used to being around other people who aren't Bro and trying to fit their beliefs in with his own, it simply doesn't work out most of the time. He's stubborn as hell, willing to go to any lengths to achieve his goals and make sure everything stays in the order he wants it in. If it's not? He fucks around with time a bit until it is.

He's still highly dependable though, going as far as he can to help his friends and trying to make things easier on them. He'd rather carry all the burdens himself and allow them to live in blissful ignorance. Such is shown when he finds another dead body of himself in his room, a doomed Dave that had met with a tragic end. He doesn't want Jade to see it, so he throws it out of his window into the lava below. It puts him in a mild state of shock, having his own blood on his hands after disposing of his own body, but even the psychological weight of that on his mind was better than letting Jade see him and her getting upset over it. In small ways like that he tries to be considerate of others, he simply doesn't really know how and most of the time trying too hard ends up in him coming off as a total self centered prick. Which really, he is to a very high degree and doesn't even have to try at, but there are good intentions there a fair number of the times.

( Strengths/Weaknesses ) :
+ Thanks to Bro, Dave's a skilled swordsman and fairly decent when it comes to fighting with them, even if they're shitty replicas or broken swords he can still make the most of them and kick ass. His speed is also admirable and above average, being trained in the ways of being a totally badass ninja.
+ His Sylladex is an inventory system commonly used in his world that contains two decks of cards, Captchalogue Deck for storing regular items and the Strife Deck for storing weapons that are equipped.
+ As the Knight of Time, Dave has the ability to manipulate time to his will and often abuses this power very carefully for his own needs. Anywhere from manipulating a stock exchange to fighting the same enemy multiple times for max profit to turning back time on a broken sword to make it whole again.
+ Due to being Godtier, Dave has a conditional form of immortality. If he dies a just or heroic death, then he's dead. But if it's a pointless death his body will revive itself within minutes.

-He's an inssuferable prick.
-stubborn as hell.
-Almost impossible to shut up.
-Vanilla Ice raps better than him.

( Other Important Facts ) :
Thinking that his time powers will of course be limited.

( Sample ) : Taken from another game setting
It wasn't what Dave expected when he had sat down to hash out some sick beats and doodle, not even fucking close. The thing with Rose was bad enough, he didn't think he'd ever seen someone so trashed off their ass and still have someone willing to go on a date with them. But Kanaya didn't know better and was pretty chill so whatever worked for them. He'd thought that'd be the peak of interesting shit that happened for the night, maybe get some entertainment out of Rose's sure mortification once she sobered up, had her first major hangover and realized what she'd done. But apparently the universe had other ideas. He didn't even remember passing out (or maybe blacking out because the back of his head hurt like a bitch, did he land on it? A concussion would suck) but his instincts woke him up telling him to move out of the fucking way. His cape just barely missed being ripped to shreds as his sylladex fucking exploded, both literally and figuratively, and projected all of his swords right at him. That would have been a really shitty way to die and while he's pretty sure that counted as lame rather than just or heroic it would have ruined his cape and that would have been a pain in the ass. It was bad enough that now his shit was littered all over the ground, piles of useless junk he'd kept on him along with the smuppets, scalemates and even his suits were probably going to have to be washed before he could use them again.

"Okay, what the fuck just happened?" He wasn't alone on the street, that much was obvious, but it didn't look like a single person gave a shit about the boy in PJs and a cape surrounded by a crap load of junk and weapons that popped out of exploding cards. All except for one, and even that one didn't pay him any mind other than dropping something that resembled a phone on one of the scalemates. It was strange, like something like this was totally normal and not anything to bat an eye at. He knew it was weird to think maybe they'd been expecting him or this was something totally normal, but there wasn't any other explanation he could come up with.

He mumbled to himself as he picked up the device, getting the gist of what it was quickly enough after he went through the basic set up settings. A quick glance over what he assumed was a network of some sort confirmed his suspicions that it seemed to be pretty damned common for people to just show up at random here, no wonder none of the assholes stopped to help. But he supposed that was a good thing too, better to not deal with people who would be more trouble than help and maybe steal some of his shit. It also looked like there was something going on with people sleeping unusually, the fuck was that? He didn't bother looking into details too much, just a few quick glimpses to get the gist of what the hell was going on. City of merging dimensions and virtually no way back, just fucking great.

His first priority of course had to be to explore, get a feel for this place and see who else was out there. But he couldn't just leave this pile of shit laying in the middle of the street because while some of it was just stupid junk he had been carrying around the meteor for just in case situations a lot of it consisted of things he kind of didn't want to lose. But he didn't even know if any of his friends were around or even where the hell to go, and what if they were and they were passed out like a bunch of other people seemed to be and he'd just be totally boned? Well, there really was only one way to find out. He was still in a jam mood since his private little session had been rudely interrupted by Rose, so what better way to announce his presence in this shitty town than to start some sick fires?

( Questions? Comments? Concerns? ) : None that I can think of!