Dave Strider [Redux]

[Dave Strider]

HERE'S THE LINE UP


look at this handsome motherfucker

dave strider

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THIS IS EVERY SHADE OF WRONG.


THE ROLEPLAYER.
yknow frolicking in the lake and shit together??? [/center]

[/b] Thor von McVikingsen You can just call me Dave.
AGE Legal 21.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING A long-ass time Almost 10 full years.
OTHER CHARACTERS So many characters. You don't even know. Sollux, as far as Homestuck goes.
CONTACT ME BY lol smoke signal PM, Chatango, if you want/need my other info, I can hand it out.
SECRET CODE: Boom, headshot! Aim for the head.
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the character
go. sleep badly. any questions hesitate to call

You are DAVID IGNATIUS STRIDER, and god help the person that makes fun of your RIDICULOUS MIDDLE NAME. You have a sort of love-hate relationship with it, since it was the last thing your PARENTS gave you before they passed away, but let's face it, it's kind of a stupid name. Most people just call you DAVE, although nicknames like TURNTECHGODHEAD, TG, and COOL KID have been thrown around.

As of this writing, you are SEVENTEEN, and you have recently graduated from high school. You work in MENIAL RETAIL THE COOLEST GODDAMN JOB EVER, and you pretend to like the minimum wage and shitty hours that come with it. You live with your WEIRD-ASS BROTHER, and have for as long as you can remember. Your PARENTS died when you were a baby, and you've never really heard what exactly happened to them. You assume it was SOME TYPE OF ACCIDENT.

the looks

As an egotistical teenager, you like to think you are MODERATELY GOOD-LOOKING at least. Your hair is white-blond, and your eyes are a rather unsettling shade of red. Your BROTHER shares the same traits as you, as the condition is hereditary. Your PARENTS were both carriers of the gene, and both of you were stricken with a severe form of ALBINISM.* More on this at the asterisk.

Aside from your rather startling colouration, you're a PRETTY AVERAGE KID. You eat like a garbage disposal, and have a love of nachos, pizza, and APPLE JUICE. Despite your obviously unhealthy diet, though, you're one of those people graced with God-like metabolism, never seeming to gain a pound, no matter how much you eat.

Since you're such an AWESOME, IRONIC DUDE, you really don't put much stock into current fashions, because FUCK THAT NOISE, MAN. You prefer comfort over fashion, and tend to stick to T-SHIRTS AND JEANS, although it's not unheard of for you to occasionally don a sweatshirt when it gets chilly.

As previously mentioned, both you and your brother have a pretty severe case of OCCULOCUTANEOUS ALBNISM, and although it doesn't affect your overall wellbeing, it can make those occasional TRIPS TO THE BEACH a bitch and a half if you don't get enough sunscreen.

the personality
i invented dice when i was a kid what did you do???

[/s] You also dislike when your BRO kicks your ass, oftentimes surprise-attacking you when you get up at night to answer nature's call. Other things you can't stand include when A CERTAIN CHUM OF YOURS tries to do her PSYCHOANALYSIS BULLSHIT, CHEAP PIECES OF SHIT, BEING COLD, ZOMBIES, and TROLLS, for a number of reasons (most of them involving shenanigans gone terribly wrong in some way or another).

You're an AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHER, and you have a dark room set up in your closet. You like to think that this isn't the greatest of your MANY CREATIVE HOBBIES, though. You like to play the TURNTABLES, and you like to DRAW COMICS, although you're better at the music than the drawing.

You are LEFT-HANDED, if that counts as a hobby. When irritated, you tend to PURSE YOUR LIPS instead of actuallsy doing something about it, and you have this weird obsession with keeping your SUNGLASSES on. They're the last thing you take off before going to bed at night, and the first thing you grab upon waking. You tend not to take any OBNOXIOUS BULLSHIT, either, cutting that down before it even has a change to get started.

You try not to let anyone know that you're actually afraid of anything, but there are some things that will turn you into a wibbling, crying mess in the right situations. First and foremost, you're afraid of losing your BRO, not that he'll ever know that; he's been your only family your whole life - why wouldn't you be scared to lose him, especially in everything that's going on? You're also rather afraid of the TROLLS, although most of that is due to the attitude about them that you grew up with; some of the ones that have found you via THE INTERNET don't seem too bad. Not that you'll tell anyone else that little tidbit, either. You also fear the virus, like everyone else, and you have this little nagging voice at the back of your head that keeps telling you to do something great, so when you do finally bite the big one, it won't be for nothing.[/SIZE]

PERSONALITY
Personality-wise, you are clearly just the COOLEST KID EVER. The greatest thing since they put the pocket in pita, really. Everything you do is AWESOMELY IRONIC, and you like to think a lot of people look up to your style of getting shit done.

But in reality, that's kind of JUST A FRONT. Having been made fun of for your FREAKISH APPEARANCE your whole life, you learnt from an early age that having some kind of shield in place makdes it easier to deal with that shit. In your case, the shield was literal, taking the form of your WICKED AWESOME SHADES. Just as very few people have seen your real EYES, very few people have seen the real DAVE STRIDER.

Deep down, you're not nearly as aloof as you make out with yourself to be. You're just a normal kid with normal things in his life. But between the constant harassment and your BRO'S insistance that people were just jealous they weren't a STRIDER too, it's given you a bit of a complex; most days, you're positive that you're better than everyone else in the room, but every now and again, you think just the opposite. It's kind of a weird see-saw, but you deal with it.

If someone were to look close enough, your various QUIRKS AND ODD HABITS would give them quite a bit of insight to this, especially your low tolerance for STUPID BULLSHIT. There are certain people you will take certain kinds of said BULLSHIT from.

You also have somewhat put your BRO up on a pedestal; even though the constant strife and mock battles irritate the shit out of you, he's still your hero, and a lot of what you do is motivated by a desire to be as awesome as him someday.

the family
well he used to beat me in morse code so its possible

GUARDIAN, PARENTS, LUSUS, ANCESTORS. Your most obvious GUARDIAN is your BRO. He's been the one that's taken care of you since you were tiny, and the only close family you've ever had.
PETS Although you wouldn't really call them PETS, per se, the various CROWS around town have been your tentative companions. It's almost as if you have an accord with them; they will be BRAINLESS, FEATHERY ASSHOLES, and you will hate them, but you will always have each other's back. Insofar as a bird can have your back.


HISTORY From a very early age, you knew that somehow, you were different. It doesn't take a genius to notice when you're getting weird stares from people, or hear the whispers behind your back. However, it wasn't until you started grade school that the reason made itself painfully clear.

"Ghost kid," they called you after kicking you in your skinny shins. "Orphan." "Spook." "Freak." Every day you heard those words, and every day, you became more and more reclusive, not even talking to your BRO when you got off the bus. One day, around third grade, you simply refused to go, and ended up getting dragged out over your BRO'S shoulder. "Don't like what they're saying?" he asked as you pitched a seven-year-old's tantrum, "Ignore it. You're better than they are. We're Striders, and they're just jealous."

It was from that day forward that you wore your sunglasses when in public, even when you were inside. It wasn't worth the pain in the ass, trying to deal with those punk-ass goddamn kids.

Middle school passed uneventfully, phasing into high school with little fanfare. It was at that point that you found your internet buddies, who gave you an outlet to just be yourself; they couldn't see you to make fun of you, and you never felt the need to mention your condition to them in the first place. They seemed to be the catalyst toward breaking the shell you'd built up over the years, allowing more people to see something of the real Cool Kid Strider.

It was just after you graduated that the virus broke out. Naturally you worried, but every day your chums pestered you was a good day; it meant the people that mattered most to you were still around, and if you could keep an eye on Bro yourself, that covered all your bases. But that little nagging voice in the back of your mind kept telling you it was probably just a matter of time.




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[Dave Strider]

Oh yeah lol.
I should mention about the albinism.

Just as proof that I spend way too much time over-analyzing my characters, here's the little rant about the things Hussie has put into the comic to more or less make this canon.

-His eyes and hair, obviously. It would be a pretty severe case, for a human to have red eyes, but it could technically happen. The biggest symptom is the lack of colouration, and so far, Dave fits that criteria.

-His shades. Popular fan-canon says he wears aviators, which are reflective to cut down on glare from the sun while flying. It's not a far stretch to say he wears them because his eyes would be sensitive to sunlight. Also considering that with albinism, terrible vision is another complication, it's not that much of a stretch in another direction to say that they'd be prescription, although that's probably not going to be the case in this RP.

-Rose. As his genetic sister, Rose has a lot of the same symptoms - Light hair, pink eyes, presumably pale skin. It makes sense for her to have a less severe form of the condition, considering that the XY chromosome has fewer dominant genes to cover things like albinism than the XX gene.

-In the comic, Dave's planet has lots of light, but no natural sun, as far as we've seen. This could indicate the game shifting to accommodate the players' needs. The only way this wouldn't be true is looking at Rose's world, although even then, there was no real sun that was ever shown.