rougeofvoid

The Player
Name/nickname: jazzy
Age: 27
Pronouns: she, they
Contact: hpdubcraftATgmailDOTcom, aim BathrobeWerewolf, dw/lj die_monster
Experience: Played Roxy on MSPARP and LJ (under the name 'casualspoilers') for about a year. Played various things elsewhere at times.
Currently played characters: Roxy and Zagreus.

The Character
DW account: rougeofvoid
Name: Roxy Lalonde
Alias: Ro-Lal
Age/Birthdate: 16/December 4, 2409
Species: Human
Canon: Homestuck
Canon point: Post start of Sburb/entry into the Medium, pre Jane's b-day party.
Played By: Ke$ha. I'm not even kidding.

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Abilities:

Roxy is a player in a universe-altering/creating game known as Sburb. Her canonical Class and Aspect reflect her innate talents and traits, as applied to Sburb's game mechanics--making her the Rogue of Void. The Rogue class is considered 'passive', i.e. its abilities are used in support of other party members, and as the name suggests, Rogues have the ability to steal. This can be literal stealing, or the thievery of the player's Aspect, but either way it is intended to be for the benefit of others and not personal gain. For example, Roxy steals literal pumpkins to feed her neighbours, and caused her and her friends' game session to be 'blacked out' or un-viewable, by means of metaphorically 'sharing' the Void. This Void, as a game mechanic represents various literal or metaphorical absences, and also possibly an affinity with something known as 'The Furthest Ring', home to the Lovecraftesque horrorterrors. The absence of knowledge or sight, a literal no-place between universes or portal windows, even the literal absense of a weapon when fighting with the fistkind strife specibus (also canonically used by another hero of Void) are all Void things. The ability to steal an absence of something and share it with others is a bizarre and somewhat paradoxical juxtaposition, but Roxy makes it work admirably. In practice, this means she can make herself quite unlocateable though not invisible, has great sneaking and stealth skills, and is not subject to casual proximity-based telepathy or clairvoyance, and could likely thwart more intense telepathic intrusions with effort. In keeping with her support class status, she can also bestow these qualities; these buffs however are temporary and only apply to 'party members' which in this case would entail proximity.

Speaking without reference to game mechanics, she can certainly throw a punch and is a good marksman with a rifle, and is good with computer tech and science, though in practice her science relies heavily on non-human tech which she would not have access to here. In part due to her upbringing and in part her Aspect (again, these are related anyway) she is especially tied to the concept of 'portals' and wormholes. In addition to this, with respect to the Sburb mechanic of 'dreamselves' she is a sleepwalker: her dreamself, when she is asleep in the waking world, has a tendency to roam the dreambubbles. In Applesauce verse, this is still pretty much the case, meaning that she will occasionally find herself in the Dreaming without having intended to go there (especially given her proclivity for passing out unexpectedly), and possibly having sleepwalked through who knows what to get there (she will never have knowledge of what goes on in other characters' Dreaming sessions without those players' permission). The Applesauce twist on these proclivities is that she can, with practice, time, and the clever use of alcoholic beverages, harness the Dreaming as a means of teleportation. In keeping with her stealing and sneaking, this gives her some potential for spying, a nice parallel to her potential for hacking.

Homestuck-specific powers and mechanics like fetch modi and fourth wall breaking were of course stripped away by the Rift.

Also she can punch ghosts. Canonically speaking.

Appearance:
Pale blonde hair, elegantly styled but often mussed due to DRUNK SHENANIGANYS, and functionally fashionable in terms of dress. Wears a lot of pink and lavender, paired primarily with white, or black/grey to a lesser degree; sometimes uses black/dark grey lipstick, quite striking considering her near-albino colouring. Scoop-neck or off-the-shoulder shirts featuring a pink, four-eyed mutant cat are a staple, as is a pink/purple striped scarf reported to belong to her mother. Wears skirts and grey tights primarily. Sometimes wears a sciencey labcoat for EXTRA SRS BSNS; may or may not also wear a WIZRAD HAT with it. Her eyes are a surprising shade of pink, matching the cat on her shirt and her text colour in type. Slightly above medium height, thin but strong build (fights with fists and rifles, so, definitely strong). Carries herself with a loose, drunken grace, but has occasional fits of elegance. Often blushing due to alcohol. ...Often passed out, again due to alcohol.

Personality:

Despite the frequent tipsiness, misspellings and abuse of chat-speak, Roxy is actually very intelligent and is quite physically and mentally competent. She is quite kind and overall an optimistic person, but can have a very sardonic and sometimes self-deprecating turn of phrase, due no doubt in part to having grown up without much human interaction and to the bleak nature of her life on post-apocalyptic Earth. As Homestuck Class/Aspect pairings tend to be assigned based on extant personality traits, she is an exemplary Rogue of Void; she cares deeply for her friends and will use any of her abilities in support of them however she can, with only a minimal of grumbling about playing the role of a support class. However in keeping with the Voidyness she can be a bit inscrutable--basically, the constant jokes and drunken shenanigans give her a lot of plausible deniability in expressing things, and makes some things about her character unclear, like whether or not she is actually as competent a hacker as she claims, or exactly how drunk she actually is and how much is just for laughs. Also, her 'help' can often backfire given her lack of forethought and general impulsiveness, and she can be very sneaky and stubborn, badgering or tricking friends into giving her information. But this is never malicious; even her framing of the Batterwitch via the attempted assassination of her friend Jane, and her encouragement for Jane to confess her feelings to their friend Jake when she knows Dirk is also interested, are instances of her trying to help, despite disastrous consequences. But she isn't a failure at helping ALL the time, as she did manage to help feed her carapacian neighbours by stealing pumpkins (again in keeping with her 'rogue' nature).

Roxy has a strong hatred for the Batterwitch and Crockercorp, given the state of Earth in her time and her mother's death at the Batterwitch's hands. This is one area of her personality in which she is exceptionally fierce. She may seem like a fun-loving drunken teenage girl whose main priorities are her rather hopeless lovelife and her BFFSIES but underneath the fun-loving exterior is someone with excellent science and tech skills as well as competence with rifles and her fists, all having been honed for the purposes of avenging/bringing back her mother and overthrowing an evil alien queen. One of the great tragedies of her character is how little she is taken seriously, even by her friends, with something of a Cassandra effect of them not believing her, or trusting her skills. This is a mistake, as Roxy is very much a force to be reckoned with.

She likes wizards, cats, booze, retro gaming, science, and hacking/tech. She has befriended aliens before, and it's worth noting that her 'science' is pretty handwavy canonically, with teleportation ('sendification' and portal-windows actually) and occasional green glowing nonsense. The concept of a Rift and otherwordly stuff is not going to bog her down particularly. "LOL this isnt my first ponyshow"


History:

Roxy was born (technically created by ectobiology and then sent on a meteor to Earth...) in the 25th century. At this point in time Earth has long been conquered by an alien ruler and basically a lot of shit has gone down: with two notable exceptions humankind is extinct, the Earth has been flooded by melting polar ice caps, and there are giant white monsters inhabiting the planet and the seas, just to name a few changes. For more about post apocalyptic Earth Roxy grew up in, see here.

Roxy lives in what used to be Rainbow Falls, New York, in a colony of carapacians (sort of anthropomorphic chess pieces, with carapaces?) who were largely responsible for her upbringing, as there are no other humans alive besides Dirk. The house is large, and located next to a defunct SkaiaNet laboratory, which Roxy has explored. Her mother (who is also technically her daughter--ectobiology sure is weird!) is dead, presumably at the hands of Betty Crocker/The Condesce/The Batterwitch, in what was surely a showdown for the ages. Thus she idolises her mother to a degree, but has never met her, nor was she even alive during the same time period. However her mother did foresee her existence and made sure she would be cared for and stocked their home with all the essentials (essentials being booze and hot pink gaming consoles). Her only source of human companionship is via Trollian chat, with contemporary but long distance friend Dirk Strider and two 2011 natives Jane and Jake; a notable source of non-human companionship is good friend and cherub Calliope.



Writing Sample:
Intro Post style:

Naturally, the first thing Roxy is aware of is the yowling and affectionate smearing of an unknown number of cats. Because cats are the priority. She groggily assumes that she is A) hungover and B) the victim of some kind of portal/GCat mishap, leaving her in the Skaianet lab with a metric fucktonne of meowcats. So, business as usual, p much.

However, that hypothesis is rapidly being disproven, bc wherever she currently is, it smells a lot less like science and a lot more like rank ass garbage. What the shit? Roxy sits up to better investigate. Turns out the reason she smells rankass garbage is because she's in an alley full of rankass garbage. And cats. Regular garden variety alley cats, not the cloned mutant black kind or the omnipotent potentially malicious white kind. She also notes that this seems to be human generated garbage, and cats who haven't been hunted by carapaces, and even the sound of car traffic in the distance? That p much locks this down as 'the past'. This is some Terminator bullshit f'sho. Though at least she's still clothed, down to her totes baller scarf. Which is reassuring. She isn't sure she could actually beat up a biker and take his leather duds. If that is even what happened in that movie. She has GOT to stop watching movies on Englilsh's rec. That entire line of thought might be the most regrettable part of this entire cicumstance.

She climbs to her feet, grimacing at the pain in her head. Headaches, she's used to, but this one has a different timbre. Roxy is a goddamn CONNOISSEUR of headaches like high society types are connoisseurs of wine. So if she thinks this one has a different timbre than vodka, that is 1000% legit. "No, srsly, what the shit?"

More dialoguey style: http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/45817216.html?thread=1355189632