Sollux Captor

[Sollux Captor]

HERE'2 THE LIINE UP



SOLLUX CAPTOR
THII2 II2 EVERY 2HADE OF WRONG.


THE ROLEPLAYER.
Y'KNOW FROLIICKING IN THE LAKE
AND 2HIIT TOGETHER?!

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AGE Olllld
YEARS ROLEPLAYING 8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS None at the moment.
CONTACT ME BY PM, MSN, or Tumblr
SECRET CODE: AIM FOR ZE HEAD
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THE CHARACTER.
GO. 2LEEP BADLY. ANY QUE2TIIONS,
HE2IITATE TWO CALL.

[/color][/b] Sollux Captor
NICKNAMES Sol, Thollux, Mage of Doom, TA
AGE 8 ½ sweeps
OCCUPATION Any number of things, although his main duty is in supplying power to the rest of the allied encampment through his numerous hives. Being completely apathetic to all of the bubbling wars occurring—and for that matter, most of the fanatics involved—he has thus far been fair in the distribution of power. When he isn’t working directly with his hives or the technology involved in keeping everything running, he actually enjoys going on food runs—if only to get away from the constant bickering.
ANYTHING ELSE Will be playing pre-blind Sollux. Prepare for HEAD CANON AHOY in the history. [/SIZE]
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THE LOOK2.
LOOK UP IIDIIOT IN THE DIICTIIONARY.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'LL FIIND?

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Sollux’s thick hair is of the jet black variety typical of trolls. And though it is indeed thick, most would never know this--he constantly keeps his hair short enough to manage. The sparse occurrences in which he has let it grow long, it has been practically unmanageable. As obscure and curious as the man who sports it, his hair is a mixture of razor-sharp edges in the front and jagged licks of hair jutting from the back. Most who have seen him with longer hair would tell you it suits him very well; some would even say it looks better. Sollux, however, has neither the patience, time, nor vanity to tend to his hair. He would rather wakeup, run a hand through it, and be done with it.

FACE
As dark as his hair, and equally expressive of the troll whose face they occupy, Sollux’s thin eyebrows usually show a concentrated, impish nature. They frame around the eyes of an experienced troll—one blue and one red eye composing the entire scelara without noticable pupils, piercing in equal degrees. As are so many aspects of his life, the expression and feelings that Sollux shows with his eyes are tend to be as expressive as they are enigmatic.
His nose is of a stream-lined sort. The bridge is long and steep, before curving upward at an angle at the tip. Following the line of the nose, his lips are also a notable feature. A thin upper-lip sits over a thick bottom lip—when paired into a smile, give him a mischievous look; the double set of brilliantly sharp teeth certainly adds to the image. An interesting oddity, his tongue is split into halves in an almost snake-like representation.

By and whole, his face could be described as angular.

BODY
Over the years, Sollux has grown into his body—although, unfortunately for him, so have many of the trolls around him. He remains relatively short by comparison, and tends to stray toward the ‘lanky’ side of the physique spectrum.

STYLE
Before the outbreak, Sollux had actually begun to be somewhat interested in clothing—not enough to look through those awful human magazines, but enough for his interest to be piqued by the occasional store he passed. The patterns and construction intruiged him to enough of an extent to begin expanding his closet. Typically, this accounted for more archaic styles of clothing—vests, pleats, button-down shirts.
Which is, of course, all for nought, now. Now his ‘style’ is ‘whatever is clean, and doesn’t have brain-matter on it’. And, more important than anything else, ‘whatever I can run in’—which typically accounts for jeans and a tee-shirt.

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THE PER2ONALIITY.
II IINVENTED DIICE WHEN II WA2 A KID.
WHAT DO YOU DO?

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♊ Dualism/Bifurcation An integral part of everything he does, Sollux tends to incorporate bilateralism into all aspects of his life. Doubles have always played a significant role in his life—whether they be dual similarities or opposite, there is a double side to everything. His birth, his moods, this world, the infection; it’s as tortuous as it is enthralling for him.

♊ Symmetry In conjecture with his appreciation of Dualiam, Sollux also tends to be fascinated with identical duplicates and exact symmetry. Unlike Dualism, however, he is less appreciative of its application in real life as he is the idea of it. It is, as he has come to understand, something that isn’t meant to exist in a world of flaws and differences—only in coding and his work with technology has he seen it flawlessly executed.

♊ Bees Not all things can be followed with a constructed explanation. Sollux has little reason to explain his appreciation of bees, beyond the idea of a hivemind and their dual-coloring

♊ Technology, Coding, & Hacking Of all the things one could point to in Sollux and explain him with, his affinity for the aforementioned would be among them. Sollux is, if nothing else, a genius with technology. Rarely is Sollux more excited than when he’s working with codes and binary

♊ Antagonizing Friends This will come as no surprise to read if you are his friend—he’s made something of an art of teasing their nuances and shortcomings. Rarely in actual spite (unless you have caught him in a mood swing), Sollux is just the type of troll who enjoys…well, trolling his friends.

♊ Talking/Conversations As fun as coding and hacking can be, it is a lonely existence—along with the voices that always seem to talk at him. There are few things that please him as much as an actual conversation with another sane troll. Aradia and Feferi tend to be the two he goes to most often.

♊ Being Helpful: He may be an ass about it, but Sollux is typically quick to help when it is asked of him—assuming the asker someone he cares enough about, anyways.

♊ Digital Recreation: i.e., video games, movies, etc.

DISLIKES
♊ The Conflict with Humans: In truth, Sollux isn’t fond of humans. As far as he’s concerned, they’re a waste of time and energy—as such, however, he hates the Conflict with them even more. There’s no changing the fact that they exist, and wasting lives on what is already a waste is just a double face-palm.

♊ “High” Bloods: Which is not so much a disdain of those with blood higher on the spectrum, but the typical overinflated sense of self-importance that such trolls almost always carry. He’ll laugh at them, to be certain, but the line between ‘humorous’ and ‘grating’ is a thin one to tread

♊ Emotional issues: For all intents and purposes, Sollux attempts to remain level-headed and calm about any issue at hand. There are certain triggers, however, that can promptly bring about sudden mood-swings in him. Needless to say, they are rarely pleasant.

♊ His own folly: If there’s anything Sollux can’t stand, it is his own mistakes. Nothing can bring him down quicker, or cause himself quite as much self-loathing, as recognizing a mistake he has made. Even potential mistakes have this effect on him.

♊ Mind Honey: Which is not to say that he dislikes Mind Honey in general—no, it is entirely necessary for the bees of his hives to function as processors, and helps him a great deal with his lusus. The dislike for him would extend from his own consumption of it—the slightest bit causes his mind to overload in an exceedingly excruciating process.

♊ The Voices: Having a ‘mutant freak brain’, as some so eloquently put it, comes at a hefty price—for as long as he can remember, Sollux has heard the voices of the imminently deceased within his own mind. While it has become tolerable over the years, it lends Sollux a number of problems and headaches.

♊ Manipulation: Unless it’s manipulation of codes, there’s little more despicable in the world than trolls manipulating one another. Or manipulating humans, for that matter.

♊ Odd numbers: Inconsistant and uneven, Sollux really just can’t stand things that don’t have some sort of balance within them.

♊ His lisp: Trolls are a cruel species--beyond even physical assaults, insults and jabs are common in any conversation. His lisp tends to be the first thing others prod him on.

HOBBIES
♊ Hacking/Coding: Even now, during a bonafide zombie apocalypse, Sollux continues to make codes and hack into still-functioning servers that he can find.

♊ Video Games: What kind of a hacker would he be, if he couldn’t also prove his exerptise at video games? Any scrounging mission in which he doesn’t come back without at least one game he considers to be a failure on his part.

♊ Bothering Karkat Sollux takes a certain pride in distancing himself from most of the lives and petty squabbles of the other trolls around him; Karkat gets a tiny gold star for being so entertaining as to distract him from his neutrality. There’s something utterly entertaining to him about getting the others’ feathers ruffled—although he tends to end up regretting such conversations with Karkat in the end, none can doubt that he is often the one to initiate them.

HABITS
♊ Speaks in a lisp

♊ Ordered Schedule that he rarely delineates from

♊ Manipulation:

FEARS
♊ Letting down his friends (again)

♊ Losing Control (ala Mind Honey or otherwise)

♊ The voices growing louder
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PERSONALITY
Were you to ask Sollux to explain his personality, you would get a fairly clear idea about one of the layers of his personality. Not for the actual content, however, but in the way in which he would go about it. He might tell you, “iim pretty cool ii gue22. Maybe iin comparii2on to a lot of other troll2 out there…guh, no. what am ii 2ayiing, ii’m ju2t beiing humble. Yeah, ii’m pretty cool. But not iin a boa2tiing way. Not that ii don’t have rea2on two boa2t…”

Quite simply, Sollux is a troll who can never hold onto one single, unchanging perspective at any given time. Thoughts, ideals are all subject to quick changes depending on his mood—which is just as subject to change. Indeed, Sollux is very prone to mood-swings—he has quite readily grown fond of the human term ‘bipolar’ (if only for the ‘bi’ prefix) in description of himself. While Sollux tries his hardest to stay neutral in most situations, there are any number of triggers that can set him off. He often goes between bouts of self-pride and self-deprecation at the slightest of reasons—unfortunately for most, these triggers tend to be internalized, and not largely affected by the input of others. Most insults he can readily laugh off—most compliments he can shrug at and accept. It is only in his own perception of himself that his moods readily change. He will hate himself over his own perceived short comings and mistakes—applaud himself for recognizing his talents and accomplishments. Which is not to say that Sollux is entirely unaffected by the world around him, no; only that there are few he regards with enough respect to care what they think about him.

As previously mentioned, Sollux is a troll well accustomed to sudden changes. Whether that be in mood, decision, thought, or ideal, Sollux often struggles to understand the Medius around him. Constantly searching for any singular, sturdy thing to hold on to, things that seem so apparent to other trolls are the things he has a hard time grasping. Things such as identity, meaning, reason, and justification of his own actions: all things he attempts to discern without much luck. He beats himself up for the slightest of mistakes, and if ever he feels pride, often feels ashamed at himself for it later—especially if he has utilized it to show off to someone.

Perhaps as a direct extension of the prior-mentioned aspect of himself, Sollux is often described as surly. Indeed, it is true that his mood-swings can very often make him downright grumpy. It tends to come out in many of his conversations—when he has had a mood-swing, it’s easy to tell. His reactions will switch to snarky quips and malicious comments.

Despite being surly, he does have an incredibly sarcastic sense of humor that often relies on the shortcoming of others around him to flourish. Luckily, there is no shortage of trolls acting like complete idiots to keep him entertained. This also comes into effect when he’s speaking to his friends—he will be quick to make fun of them whenever he can.

How does anyone tolerate him, then? Beyond the fact that most go to him for help with technology related problems, he can be a genuine friend to those who have earned it. Occasionally sentimental, and a secret fan of deep conversations, what stands above the rest it that he is incredibly loyal. He can be mean, yes, though only done on purpose to those he dislikes. It is a simple truth that he rarely recognizes when he’s being cruel or moody to his friends—typically, when he is either called on it or realizes it himself, he will apologize for it.

Besides those few friends, however, Sollux is a solitary troll. He will not join in on any of the silly games or politics that the camp seems intent on obsessing over. He will ignore anyone who bothers him, and tends to spend most of his time alone. Such is ideal for him.

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THE FAMIILY.

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WELL, HE U2ED TWO BEAT ME IIN MOR2E CODE,
2O IIT2 PO22IIBLE. [/center]

[/color] [/b] Bicyclops -- Lusus (Status Unknown)
PETS So many bees, if they can be counted.
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HISTORY

Trolls do not have brothers or sisters—such words have no meaning in their culture. Yet as true as that statement rings, it is not without exception when the guiding hand of genetics places folly into the mix. The zygote might occasionally split into different parts and, as the larvae grows, form two identical organisms. As such cases tend to go, however, one grub will almost certainly kill the other once they are hatched—it is simple troll nature.

Sollux’s case deferred from the standard. The egg he hatched from contained two larvae, yes, but the similarities ended there. Rather than grow separate from one another, the two beings eventually grew into one another. Where one stopped and the other began, none would be able to say. All that can be said is that at the time of hatching, only one grub crawled from the egg.

He would later be chosen by his lusus, the bicyclops. Who, for the rest of his life, would prove an enormous hassle to deal with. A kind lusus by the standards of most, though stupid enough to cause Sollux problems at every turn he came to.

Building his own hive in isolation was quickly out of the question—bicyclops wasn’t going to be of any help there. He eventually took up residence in a communal hive stem, learning from a young age that he was far better off simply chaining his lusus to the roof. Up there, at least, he was far less likely to create a havoc in his room over the slightest of disturbances. Really, only his own mood-swings could quite compete to that of his lusus’.

In reality, Bicyclops has never been much of a problem for him; at least his lusus he could have some control over after feeding him some mind-honey. It was his own brain that gave him the most grief. To this day, he can’t recall if there was ever a moment when he first began to understand the voices and his psionic powers—he can’t pull to mind a moment when they weren’t always there. The voices began as whispers and words he could barely catch. As a wriggler, he thought himself haunted; an idea he would discover to only be half-fiction. His abilities as a psionic grew over the years, as he taught himself how to manipulate the world around him with the energy he extruded. Neither of these were quite as shocking to the young troll as was his vision two-fold—with one eye in the present and one in the future so to speak, Sollux found himself constantly stressing to wade through the details and keep track of the timelines. It is hard to explain the extent of headaches he suffered from it.

Psionic and vision two-fold abilities aside, there was one other benefit to the mutation of his brain. He discovered his affinity for coding and hacking early as well—two things that form the cornerstones of much of his life. In time, they almost entirely consumed his life. Living in a city ended up being beneficial for him again. Spare parts and chips for his Apiculture Networks were easy to find, and a plethora of other trolls using their computers around him gave him a great opportunity to test any of his codes at any given moment. After a number of…unfortunate accidents, Sollux finally began to understand all of the nuances and . So many things happening at once, sequences running into each other, trigger themselves and setting off numerous reactions—he was especially interested in how codes could cleave and multiply themselves. The meticulous details fascinated him, sufficiently distracting his mind from the desperate whispers.

As he poured himself into his technology, thus avoiding FLARP and all of the hobbies he occasionally heard other trolls talking about, actual physical contact with other trolls was severely limited. His interactions instead took place in front of a computer screen. In truth, he was content to keep it this way. A solitary being for any number of reasons, Sollux couldn’t stand when the other trolls who lived near him attempted to engage him in conversation. The computer was his forte, the niche he had set up for himself—this was how he met his friends. Or rather, the people he associates himself with, of which a select few could be considered friends.

Of all the trolls he met during his youth, one will always stand out in his mind when he looks back on this time—Aradia Megido. Although he connected to a number of trolls over the virtual interface, none could relate to him as Aradia did. After some time conversing, he discovered that she shared in his possession of psychic abilities—while this would eventually cause strife between them, he couldn’t help but find himself fascinated by her. More than even her psychic abilities, the way she regarded those around her and held herself; in due time, Sollux found himself utterly enchanted by her.

They became matesprits after some time, and Sollux’s rule of avidly avoiding contact with other trolls was broken. Not from others, no, but he was more than willing to levitate out and visit her. To this day, he will tell you that it was the happiest time of his life. For a good while, her influence stopped him from constantly questioning himself and his abilities. The voices almost sounded quieter when she was around, and although he knows it makes him sound like the sappiest grub to ever live, everything was better when she was around.

But his vision two-fold couldn’t predict everything—the influx of zombies certainly being among them. He could foretell of a time when death would mean nothing and the two species would come together, but he wouldn’t have predicted the outbreak that came.

The cities were some of the first to fall. Troll and human alike were susceptible to the disease, spread through the slightest of bites. Sollux had felt the surmounting, ominous cloud forming and prepared himself for a hasty retreat should the time have arisen. When the first reports of human deaths were announced, Sollux hastily absconded with bicyclops. Amongst the cheers of trolls celebrating the death of their hated ‘enemies’, he made his way in the direction of Aradia’s hive. When he made it there, he learned that trolls had begun to die as well.

(And then I fear I must break here, as this section will require input on the part of Aradia and possibly Vriska. For some reason or another, Sollux ends up harming Aradia and forcibly leaving her side)

With Aradia and his lusus gone, there was nothing left for him. Only the horror of his actions spurned him forward, reeling as far away from the area as possible. Completely on his own, and with all technology made obsolete, only one thought preoccupied him: get to the cold. Get to the mountains, find a cave where no zombie could possible survive. Staggering blindly forward, it was a stroke of incredible luck that he eventually found an abandoned cabin high enough in the mountains to assure that most anything besides the hardiest of animals couldn survive. Well-stocked with supplies, it became his home for a number of years. He survived off of the canned foods and what he could hunt with his psionic powers. In such a manner, Sollux lived.

Aradia was gone. Aradia was gone, and it was his own fault. It was the only thought that plagued his mind in his isolation. Even as the voices of the imminently dead screamed louder than ever, they only added to the guilt he would suffer at his own shame. He wasn’t meant to be happy—how could he be happy? He tortured himself over the question, incapable of ignoring the memories or the gripping guilt they left within him. The self-doubt he had always subjected himself to turned to self-loathing. In such a manner, Sollux existed.

He kept himself busy with his attempts to create working computers and other machinations in the cabin. Without his bees or any other proper materials, the most he ever made to completion was a generator. Machinations had never been his area of expertise, however—codes and electronics had. The thing only worked on the best of days, and after he had spent hours attempting to fix it.

How many sweeps passed, Sollux couldn’t have known at the time. He only left the mountains when he had exhausted the food supply and animals became too scarce.

He had only gone into the town hoping to replenish his supplies before trekking back up to the mountain cottage. What he found instead, beyond a town full of the low groans of plentiful undead, was a flyer attached to the wall with clearly written directions to a safe haven. He stared at it for some reason, stuck at an impasse. He has resigned himself to a life of hermitude—the thought of joining a society again, and one made up of all species and blood types, spelled trouble for him. But as he made his way through the town, he couldn't stop thinking about it; trolls. The trolls he had known might have been there. Trolls and people, all living despite the horrors that went around them. With a silent curse toward his own stupidity, he took the map out again and began to follow it.

Nowadays, he spends the bulk of his time doing what he once did, with some minor alterations. He once again works with hives, keeps largely to himself, ignores the politics around him, and helps to supply power throughout the encampment.

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