Vriska Serket Application

[Vriska Serket]

HERE'S THE LINE UP



Vriska Serket.
THIS IS EVERY SH8DE OF WRONG.


THE ROLEPLAYER.
Y'KNOW FROLICKING IN THE L8KE
AND SHIT TOGETHER?!

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AGE 20
YEARS ROLEPLAYING Oh god too long... Since Middle school a least...
OTHER CHARACTERS
CONTACT ME 8Y PM works :3 I am really free with my contact info so if you want to add me on anything (Skype, MSN, Aim... All that fun shit, just PM and ask and I'll glady give it to you )
SECRET CODE: Aim for the head
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THE CHARACTER.
GO. SLEEP 8ADLY. ANY QUESTIONS,
HESIT8 TO CALL.

[/b] Vriska Serket. You want me to fucking explain it? How about you explain your name, see how fun that is.
NICKNAMES arachnidsGrip... Apparently the name spider bitch is being spread around. Gotta nice ring to it, doesn't it. I would know, I started it!
AGE 21
OCCUPATION What did I do to survive? Whatever the fuck I had to do. When it comes to being eaten by oozing monsters, I'd rather throw someone else under the metaphorical bus (Or the literal un-dead troll) then be eaten myself. Afterall, orphans and cripples have been known for their slow running... But maybe that’s just me.
ANYTHING ELSE I operate on a need to know basis, and usually, no one needs to know. [/SIZE]
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THE LOOKS.
LOOK UP IDIOT IN THE DICTIONARY.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'LL FIND?

[/b] Vriska's hair is something of pride. She keeps her thick black hair long, falling halfway down her back. Whether it's down, or up in a high ponytail, it always looks nice. Always. She wouldn't be caught dead outside her hive with her hair not looking proper. If you don't always look perfectly put together, that's a vulnerability. Vulnerable is a word that doesn't exist in her personal dictionary unless you're looking under “How to spot your prey”.
FACE She has a hard face. If she were to let herself really relax in anyone's presence, the fatigue and wear on her face would become obvious... But that never happens. She's pretty, there is no doubt, but not a soft beauty in anyway. Her cheekbones are high and pronounced, and her features are sharp and slanted. Her yellow eyes are filled in a dark blue, with 7 pupils circulating in one of her eyes. Her smile is just as sharp as the rest of her, and usually has something behind it. More of a smirk or a grin then a real smile.
8ODYShe's tall and lean. What was once an awkward teen has grown into a confidant woman. Her long legs are strikingly more so visually in contrast to her short torso. However, one of her arms has been replaced by a mechanical limb. She lost her arm in an accident she tries to avoid talking about by any means. However, she shows off the cold meal instead of hiding it, proudly making the feature something to be used to induce fear, as opposed to something to cause her to be shamed or weak.
STYLE Her style is simple. Jeans (usually ripped), T-shirt, light jacket or sweater. Looking good and put together is always important. She's more then capable of looking ladylike or even sexy when she needs or wants to, but... Why ruin the use of it as a surprise or dominating tactic by showing it all the time. Besides, you don't need heels and skin tight pants to let everyone know what you have, and what it is they should be wanting.
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THE PERSONALITY.
I INVENTED DICE WHEN I WAS A KID.
WHAT DO YOU DO?

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1. Being in control: Of her own life, and of everyone elses. She believes her views and understanding of the world are superior to everyone elses, and that if she was in charge everything would be run much smoother.
2. Searching and pillaging through destroyed and abandoned buildings for material gain. If the apocalypse has given her anything, its the ability to gain wealth through means other then working for it. She's not scared of the undead. She knows she can outwit them and out run them. No fear, means all the more gain. A modern day pirate by all means.
3. Gaming and Role playing: The idea of being someone else, and not dealing with the “dumb fucks” of real life is a mental and physical escape for her
4. Spiders: A perfect example of mother nature at its finest. A single woman, spinning a web of protection for herself while catching gods weaker creatures in it from nothing but their own stupidity before devouring them. Poetic and perfect.
5. Herself: Yes, it sounds conceited to put it like that, but honestly in a world where she has nothing but herself to depend on, she holds herself in high regards. She's spent her whole life conditioning herself to be strong, and the ultimate survivor. Nothing will ever be better then that and she knows it.
6. Pirates: Stories of them fascinate her. Months alone with nothing but your gut and brain to live on, gathering wealth and fame all while striking fear into the hearts of anyone's path you cross? What about that doesn't sound amazing?
7. Sex: Basic and simple primal need. She's not always looking to fill her quadrants. Besides Kismesis she is quite aware that there will be no one she loves more then herself, and there are few people who would love her. This isn't an issue, she isn't looking for someone to have to devote that much time to. Who would want to live in a world where it means saying someone elses name more times then she says her own? But sex, the basic rough urge, the dominating of another and taking the pleasure you want, and getting nothing but self fulfilment in a harsh and animal way? That is what she likes, and what she needs.
8: The Zombie apocalypse. She isn’t' stupid enough to admit it to anyone, but the idea of the zombies is one that makes her smile. She isn't stupid enough to get caught and she knows it. Those who are dumb enough to let themselves get affected or attacked probably deserve their fate. The world is cleaning up its mistakes, and doing a fucking funny ass job doing it as far as she is concerned. She just knows that sometimes, even higher plans might need a little “help”

DISLIKES
1. Feeling vulnerable: or having others see her in a vulnerable state. There is nothing worse then someone else knowing what is going to bring you down. Anyone stupid enough to offer that up, would deserve what they got. People that dumb and that weak make her sick to her stomach.
2. Being forced to think about the consequences her actions might have personally on others: She knows that she's caused the death of hundreds of other trolls, and she is perfectly fine with that as long as she doesn't have to be forced to think about what it might be like to be in their shoes. While some think it's guilt, she really just hates the idea to have to try and face what it might be like to be that weak, and that disgustingly pathetic in life.
3. Loosing: In any way, shape or form. Loosing proves that someone is better at you then something, and that is something they can hold against you. Having anything that can be used against you can be a one way ticket to the pearly gates... or in her case, the cast iron ones.
4. The camp: She's there because she knows she has to be. It's shelter, food, people, a life... But she doesn't like the concept. Everyone cramped together helping to protect the masses, human and troll together? It's a disgusting concept. The strong willed, and the worthy would survive on their own means. Protecting the weak at the expense of the strong is not what nature intended.
5. Humans: They're vile, pathetic creatures. There are few exceptions to her view. Some she has taken the liking to talking to, though its often for nothing more then her own amusement. She sees a race that is adverse to killing, and to taking on a mate in an emotion of hate as one that hasn't grasped the concept of life and it's cycle, and shouldn't be able to survive long in this world.
6. Laziness: There is a huge difference between a well earned lounge, and just being a lazy fuck. Those who don't see the difference and take what they get for granted, deserve to be taking a much more /permanent/ nap.
7. Giving up: Nothing will ever sicken her more then someone who stops trying. There is no such thing as impossible as far as she is concerned, just people who didn't try hard enough. Get it or die trying applies to everything. If you don't get something, it just means you didn't want it hard enough.
8. You, probably

HO88IES
- Pillaging through wreckage and abandoned buildings, and survival camps looking for material gains to trade, sell, and salvage away.
- Keeping a journal log of her life, her plans, her exploits. She keeps the journal of her deceased ancestor and keeps her own just like it. No one would ever be allowed to read it, much to personal then she'd ever let anyone see.

HA8ITS
- Spinning a useless magic eight ball around in her hand while she's thinking. The action always “Helps” her think.
- Takes her frustrations out on weaker or younger trolls when she's feeling bitter or angry about something
-Laughs when she's upset.

FEARS
- Being helpless. She is scared of being in a position where she has to depend on someone else for her safety, well being or even basic life. She swore if she ever got to that position, she'd take her own life first.
-Admitting she's scared. One of her biggest fears, is fear itself. The idea that something could put her in a position to feel overwhelmed or weaker then it... At it's mercy... Terrifies her in itself.
- She's scared of being outdone. The idea of someone outwitting, outsmarting, outpowering,her is enough to make her stomach turn.

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PERSONALITY
Vriska is someone who is never looking for her actions to be redeemed, or to be justified. She doesn't care. She lives for herself, and herself alone. Survival of the fittest is what she was raised to believe, and she took it to heart. Her lusus was one that came with a price. Being subjected to dragging home other trolls to sacrifice to the appetite of her “mother” easily shaped the way she viewed the world, and everyone else in it.
Vriska sees the world in two ways; what can she gain and what can she loose. As far as she is concerned, friends are nothing more then those who are able to manipulate you through guilt and obligations, and prefers to have nothing more then acquaintances that can be used and then moved on from when their use is up. Besides she is well aware that any of them might be the next set of eyes staring up at her from her mother's web.
She's cold and distant, thinking of herself above others. It's a world of survival of the fittest, and she knows full well that if she wants to get to the top, she has to step on everyone else below her to get there. She sees her understanding of this as a leg up above others, not letting petty emotions get in the way of what needs to be done. She's aware of people viewing her as a bitch, and in fact, emphasizes this. She loves the power it gives her, the dominance over others. Being able to strike fear into people by merely being in their presence, and not lifting a finger, is something she thrives on.
She can't stand weakness or vulnerability. In both herself and others. She sees the idea of someone showing to the world their weaknesses as basically offering themselves up to the masses on a silver platter. She never lets her guard down around others, ever. The only time she's ever upset, not angry, but upset, is in the privacy of her own hive or room. In others, she hates it, and tends to be violent or even fatal to those whom she believes are so “Useless and pathetic” that their presence in the world is nothing more then an inconvenience to themselves and to everyone around them, and is in fact doing them and the world a favour by “thinning” out the herd before the universe has to.
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THE FAMILY.
WELL, HE USED TO 8EAT ME IN MORSE CODE,
SO ITS POSSI8LE.

[/b] Vriska was raised by a Lusus that came with a higher price then it might have been worth. While she knew she would never have to worry about protection or her hive being invaded, she had to satisfy her “mother” with food. And that food, was the lives and bodies of other young trolls. From a young age she learned that everyone has to fend for themselves, and sometimes, you have to pick who is the lowest on the food chain. Her mother's view is what shaped her into how she views the world, and how she views the world around her.

PETS A pet is nothing more then a being dependant on you for its survival. Allowing it to live by mooching off your food, your money and your time is an insult to both you and it. .
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HISTORY Like all other trolls, Vriska was hatched by the mother grub, and eventually received a Lusus and a hive that she designed and built up. She built her hive up with tunnels, towers and chambers. Though unlike many others, her hive had a large chamber beneath housing her “mother”. She knew from the day she'd been selected by the towering creature, she'd have to be the one to satisfy it's appetite For the first few years of her life she was sparred from the duty, but knowing it would one day fall to her hands, warped her view on everything. She knew better then to make friends when one day she may very well have to throw them to be fed. It's a dog eat dog world, and she knew as long as she was the biggest mutt around she'd be just fine. Keeping only acquaintances, she went through her life ruling with an iron fist, making sure every troll had some fear of her, even if they wouldn't admit it, thriving off the ability to go for miles without seeing a single face, but knowing full well dozens could see hers from where they hid.
As she got older, she took to treasure searching and hunting. There was a thrill in using her own witts and measures, and getting a prize out of it that no one else was able to gain. Anyone who got in her way, was simply nothing more then a roadblock, and those were easily taken care of. Despite the amount of desperate pleads she'd heard tossing trolls over the bride to “mummy dearest” and all the dead eyes she'd seen hanging from webs around her home, she never once felt an ounce of guilt. If these trolls were weak enough, stupid enough to end up where they did, they more then likely deserved to be there.
When the virus got out, she felt a surge of joy she hadn't felt in a long time. Finally, the universe was doing something to weed out all the useless sacks of troll shit that had been allowed to breed by desperate low bloods trying to keep their pathetically short lives going... That and the humans that seemed to do nothing more then just fuck everything up. It was time for the real test of survival and strength to start... Until the camp was created.
She went because it seemed like the most useful place to be. Sure she could survive on her own, but really, it would be much more worth her time to have supplies handed to her, and be right at the centre of everything... Able to make sure those who really did deserve to have their throats eaten out by the living dead, got just that just end. Of course, it was also a place she knew at the end of the day she could keep a close eye on what she'd gained. She let her mother free of the chamber before she left. She knew the towering giant could catch all the zombied freaks it wanted to eat.
Despite staying in the safe haven, every night Vriska finds herself back in the emptied streets, searching through emptied and deserted streets, homes and buildings. Digging for whatever the feeling residents left behind. It was hers now, finders keepers right?


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THE CREDITS.
THANKS FOR COMING, PLEASE STAY
FOR THE END CREDITS.
SO JAYBIRD OF CAUTION CAME UP WITH THIS ADORABLE APPLICATION. THE QUOTES UNDERNEATH ALL THE TITLES ARE FROM HER FAVORITE MOVIE: KISS KISS BANG BANG. SHE ASKS THAT IF YOU TAKE AND USE THIS APPLICATION, THAT YOU LEAVE THE CREDITS ON AT THE END. SHE'D REALLY APPRECIATE IT A TON.

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