|| D e s c e n t || A HOMESTUCK RP

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Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
it seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
will come when it will come

You notice the sharp taste of blood in your mouth, it has an acute flavor that makes you want to empty the entire contents of your stomach over this god-forsaken checkered ground. You retch but nothing comes up, you only succeed in splattering said black and white ground with your blood. Ew. You can hear a shout from one of your teammates, you can hear it perfectly even through they must be quite a ways away from you. That was the plan after all, you all had to split up. It's starting to seem like a really terrible idea now that you're thinking about it. You feel like all your senses have gone into overdrive, you can feel the texture of grass beneath your palm and your knees. That has been something that has always bothered you, how grass could be on a battlefield that looks nothing like grass. You are far too aware of your own heartbeat, your own breath, the weight of your hood around your neck, everything. You're dying.
It''s not as if you haven't died before, you had to die to be wearing obnoxiously colored robes you are now. So, you know how it feels, but something is not right. There's blood in your mouth, and a hand on your back, a hand that is definitely not your own. Unless of course your God Tier abilities involved manifesting prefect copies of your hands to follow you around patting you on the back. Which would be pretty weird in your mind. Someone is trying to pull you up, but you simply can't muster the energy to. Why don't they just leave you to regenerate in peace and leave you alone. You're not completely sure but you have this paranoia that if you die again that you might not come back exactly right, and messing with your dying body is certainty one of those things that might mess you up for the next time around. You're starting to get annoyed now, you try to bat them off you, but the moment you take the hand that isn't supporting your weight away from your body, you feel that urge to vomit again as fluid begins pooling where you've released pressure. This is starting to get really frustrating, you should have died by now. You should be back fighting again, so you can help the last member of your session ascend along with the rest of you. Though now that you think about it you can't really remember much of what has happened, or how you even became injured now. Hm, amnesia, that's a new side affect of dying. You feel that fear again, when you think about how wrong this feels. It doesn't feel like falling asleep, the slow descent of consciousness that eventually picks up speed until you've woken up again, gasping and scrambling to your feet as quickly as you can. This time it feels different, you're actually fading, you're not descending, you're falling-

and it scares the hell out of you.

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INFORMATION

♛ First and foremost,this story depends upon you.
Though I'm sure you're used to that kind of meta responsibility over the plot and outcome of a story by now if you're joining this kind of roleplay.

You are a recently deceased player of SBURB, you have ascended to God Tier in your respective session but for some reason or another you have died in a Just or Heroic way. Warranting your now permanent death. Or so you thought. You awake on the Battlefield, but it is not your own. This one is odd in some way. It is at first glance completely empty, no Prospitians, no Dersites, none of your friends. Nothing. Until you begin to notice other figures, bright batches of color in the unending sea of the chessboard ground, they're other players that's for sure, but you have absolutely no idea how you have returned from your death or why you have been brought to this strange place that you could only define as some sort of new session.

♛ You have in fact entered a new session, or it's at least some sort of bastardized quazi-session. A voice that rings in the back of your head tells you as much, the Voice is scratchy like the robotic monotone of your laptop if you had asked it to read a word aloud. The sound forces your hairs on end in much the same way the Horrorterrors did when they visited you in your sleep. The Voice tells you that you have been chosen. That you have been given a rare opportunity, though it does not elaborate any further on what kind of "opportunity" it is yet. You are told that without you, your session will fail and your friends will be left to an eternity trapped in a dead end session. You can change all that though, the Voice purrs, if you live through this then you may return to your session alive again "You may save your friends" It adds after a pause as if it expects no matter what kind of a person you are, for you to have a great loyalty to the other players of your session.

The voice continues, it tells you that you are not the only player that has been chosen though. You are one of many, one of many who have died, and who all are now seeking the same goal as you: to get back to your sessions again. If you eliminate them, then you claim the reward. If you don't, if you are killed again, then you forfeit your chance at life and are the returned to that great abyss you had been dwindling in, the one so empty not even the greatest Void player could ever hope to reach it.

♛ The Voice now tells you that you must decide: begin a quest to kill all those slowly awakening figures around you, or give up. You can hear a sadistic grin in the voice as it permeates your consciousness. It thinks it has you convinced now, and maybe it does. You're still trying to gain your bearings on the ability to breathe again at this point. You look up at the fat white clouds of Skaia and see for a moment glimpses of your friends, your home, everything that the game has taken and you could gain back by winning your session. The presence in the back of your skull vanishes and you know the Voice has put those images there, ripped them right out from your memories. You have to decide what you are going to do, and fast if you hope to stand any chance at all.

♛ For those who are still lost upon reaching this point, this is a roleplay set in the game SBURB. A fictional game created by Andrew Hussie in his webcomic: Homestuck. If you have not read the comic participating in this roleplay will be near-about impossible. So I advise against it. If you are interested in the ideas presented in this roleplay, and have an abundance of time on your hands to read, here is a link to the comic. Have mercy on your soul.

RULES

♕ All of Tess's rules are still in place

♕ You may join as an SBURB version of yourself with your personal strife specibus, class, and aspect if you want to explore any headcanons of your own regarding your God Tier. You may also join with any character you please, fankid or fantroll, both are fine. Please though, no canon characters.

♕ I would like this roleplay to be at least vaguely semi-lit, as giving two or three sentence replies makes it very hard for another player to respond or plot to advance. I don't expect paragraphs for each reply (as nice as that would be) but please make an effort for a quality reply, even when you are on a writer's block.

♕ If you love gore: great, have at it, but please be respectful of your fellow players. If someone voices that it is making them uncomfortable or if it violates any of Tess's rules then ask the person you are replying with if you can take it to PMs. The same can be said for any romance that may occur between characters.

♕ I am going to place a limit of only one character for each player, this is only to avoid characters becoming unused and just sitting around twiddling their thumbs. If you believe you are able to effectively maintain more than one character PM, but bear in mind that I have a good reason for placing this restriction. You should be fleshing out any character you join with, be it a version of yourself or not, put some effort into them.

♕ Please post once at least every 2-3 days, this should be very easy for many of you but I understand when something comes up or you can't muster the will to write up a reply. Trust me, I know that feeling. If you think you might be gone for a couple days or need a short break, PM me so we can come up with a feasible way to take your character out of the running for a bit.

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PLAYERS

♢ Hanna Henderson || Page of Breath || 14 years || Link || air mail; ♢
♡ Madi Vintage|| Monk of Doom || 15 years || Link || Sonador ♡
♧ Jess Willows|| Soul of Hope || 15 years || Link || x JinxMarionette x ♧
♤ Skyphe Statia|| Knight of Void || 7 sweeps || Link || sollux. captor ♤
♢ Blythe Autumn|| Page of Doom || 17 years || Link || Kennet ♢
♡Shrise Zukrim|| Maid of Heart || 7.4 sweeps || Link || Aven ♡
♧Ella Poppet|| Seer of Void || 15 years || Link || Cerulia ♧
♤Anessa Twixte|| Witch of Mind || 6.92 sweeps || Link || ♑ Kurloz Makara ♑ ♤
♢ Eden Butler || Thief of Time || 16 years || Link || CookieLuver ♢
♡ Sulner Knatel|| Rouge of Space || 7.5 sweeps || Link || Mosica ♡
♧Sharda Regius|| Rogue of Life || 6.5 sweeps || Link || ♌Meulin Lejion♌ ♧

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CHARACTER FORM

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||[b]WELCOME SBURB PLAYER[/b]||

[b]NAME ;[/b] (you may always use a chumhandle if you don't have a name for your character yet or are making a version of your self and do not feel comfortable disclosing your name. A pseudonym also works for the latter situation)
[b]GENDER ;[/b]
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[b]SPECIES ;[/b]
[b]APPEARANCE ;[/b] (this may be a picture or description)
[b]GOD TIER ;[/b]
[b]DISPOSITION ;[/b]
[b]FEARS ;[/b]
[b]STRENGTHS ;[/b]
[b]WEAKNESSES ;[/b]
[b]SESSION BACKGROUND ;[/b] (this is optional)

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(wow, this looks great! I can't wait to start roleplaying. c: my form is a work-in-progress.)

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ; Hanna Henderson (used real first name, fake last name)
GENDER ; Female.
AGE ; 14 (not my actual age; I wasn't exactly sure which one to go with so it ended up at that.)
SPECIES ; Human.
APPEARANCE ; The picture is a work in progress at the moment! I hope that's okay.
GOD TIER ; Page of Breath.
DISPOSITION ;
FEARS ;
STRENGTHS ;
WEAKNESSES ;
SESSION BACKGROUND ; (this is optional)

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{I had plans to join this roleplay - really, I was just copying the bio skeleton when my computer died.
It's totally fried.
I'm still going to join, but until my computer is up and running, my posts may not be as long as possible.
The computer is up and running!}

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ;
Madi Vintage
{This is my real name- yes, I fit perfectly into the "four-letter-name" criteria.
The last name is fake, however.}
GENDER ;
Female
AGE ;
Fifteen
{This may or may not be my real age. c;}
SPECIES ;
Human
APPEARANCE ;

{The base does not belong to me; I only edited it.
Credit to the original artist.}
GOD TIER ;

Monk of Doom
{The base does not belong to me; I only edited it.
Credit to the original artist.}
DISPOSITION ;
FEARS ;
STRENGTHS ;
WEAKNESSES ;
SESSION BACKGROUND ;
{Still a large WIP!}

[x JinxMarionette x]

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ;
Kid name~
Jess Willows
((First name is a four letter version of mine, last name is fake/made up.))
Chumhandle~
jinxMarionette
((My username was basically made as a chumhandle, after I started reading HomeStuck.))
GENDER ;
Female
AGE ;
15 years old.
((My real age, I hope this is okay?))
SPECIES ;
Human
APPEARANCE ;
Height~
5' 2 1/2''
((Five feet and two and a half inches.))
Weight~
114 lbs
Hair~
It's pretty long in length, down to the middle of her back. Light brown in color and has a natural wave. It will often form curls in randomized places, those of which her fellow players in her session called 'cute'. She has long bangs that most don't even consider as bangs, which she keeps either swung over one eye or sweeped accross her forehead and kept in place with hair clips.
Eyes~
They change color often. As of right now, they are a greyish-green color, but can range anywhere in the blue/green/grey area and sometimes has brown outline or flecks.
Skin Tone~
"White"/Not pale or tan, but 'medium'.
Usual Outfit~
She has a very dark wardrobe, most of the clothes being black or grey. The little color that she has is reds, purples, and blues. She likes striped shirts, any type of dark themed shirt, and pants/jeans. The symbol she usually wears on her tops is a cat-skull with somewhat long, curved fangs and the triangle ears. She hardly ever wears shorts or skirts. Dresses are only for special occasions.
GOD TIER ;
Title~
Soul of Hope
Outfit~
((The Page of Hope's test gave a link to The King is Dead's page, where it gave me the designs for Soul class.))
http://i.imgur.com/eyyrw.png
((The first one on the third row.))
DISPOSITION ;
How she acts towards others depend on (1) how old they are and (2) how they act towards her. If you're around her age, then there's a big chance she's going to be very shy at first. If she gets to know a person and befriend them, however, then she can be sweet and a bit motherly. If she's really comfortable around you, then she'll let her crazy, random, and just plain...odd, side out. If you're an adult/older person, she'll probably just walk right up to you and start a friendly chat, unless you're a person of 'great inportance' or a superior(i.e. a teacher,mayor,queen,veteran,etc.) then she'll revert back into shy-mode. If you're a little kid her mother-instincts will kick in unless you're...extremely bratty. If you're rude/smart-alecy/mean to her, most of the time she'll just avoid you, but if you stick at it enough she'll get downright 'snappy'.
FEARS ;
She has arachnophobia, meaning she's absolutely terrified of spiders. Even images of them are enough to make her shiver and sometimes have a 'breakdown'.
She never wants to be deemed as useless, meaning she's afraid to be 'just-in-the-way' of others.
STRENGTHS ;
Strife specibus~
Scissorkind
Most people think of her as smart, sweet, some have told her she 'makes friends easily' though she(and her personality) would say otherwise. She doesn't break down easily to stress and takes people's advice/critisism to heart instead of telling them they're wrong.
As for fighting, she prefers kicking over punching. She has bony knees and elbows, so she sometimes uses that to her advantage.
WEAKNESSES ;
She has a pretty low self-esteem. It really only comes out when she 'stays inside her head' for long periods of time. What other people say are usually never what triggers these drops of self-esteem.
Her 'ancesters'(family) and herself have a history of depression spells and anxiety attacks, though they're rare for her they can be extreme if built up/kept inside for too long.
She has ADHD and it can be hard for her to pay attention/stay calm if she hasn't taken her medication.
SESSION BACKGROUND ;
This will be gradually revealed throughout the course of the roleplay.

(( DONE! I hope this is good enough. ^ ^ """
ALSO! If anyone wants to draw 'me' they are welcome to! Meaning I would greatly appreciate it.))

((Iwouldloveyousomuchomgyouhavenoidea.))

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omg omg omg must join must join must join *gasps* Eeeeeee! <3

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ; Skyphe Statia
GENDER ; Female
AGE ; 7 sweeps
SPECIES ; Troll
APPEARANCE ; --will edit in l8er--
GOD TIER ; Knight of Void
DISPOSITION ; Skyphe is very aggressive and short-tempered. Violent and unpredictable, she enjoys being sarcastic and fierce. She curses a lot as well. However, she seems to have a completely different side of her somehow that she hides. She likes joking around and has sympathy for those in devastating situations.
FEARS ; Even though she's an azure blood (like the serkets), she absolutely is TERRIFIED of arachnids and insects.
STRENGTHS ; Likes fighting. Agile and fast. Skyphe attacks in short bursts, in order to not tire out and get hurt or killed.
WEAKNESSES ; bossy mcbossy pants. oh yes. She hates failing, and is sometimes quick to jump to conclusions.
SESSION BACKGROUND ; nah

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Woo! We've got people! Don't worry about finishing up your forms super quickly, we've got at least a couple days as we wait for more people to join. Also, dang you guys you're making me feel super old ._.
I'll place my form here though so I can start filling it out alongside everyone else!

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ; Blythe Autumn (trend following bro, same first name fake last)
GENDER ; Female
AGE ; 17
SPECIES ; Human
GOD TIER ; Page of Doom
DISPOSITION ; Blythe is a bit of an indecisive personality at times, with her primary mode of action being focused internally and then her secondary being focused on reacting based on a well thought-out intuition and a core that is too passionate for her own good. She lives in a world of possibilities, constantly jumping ahead of herself on what could instead of what is that has come from wrapping herself up in the fictional worlds of books and movies all her life. She is generally flexible in most situations and worked well alongside her friends during her session, she did at times though try to wrest control of a situation or plan of action if she felt that she knew best or that the ideas being put forward would do little to help them, in which case she would take a very rigid stance and make sure she was definitely heard and listened to. Blythe is very shy when it comes to meeting new people, losing all of her defining spark and life and making herself very small; making herself not a target. On the other hand, when she is around people she trusts or when she feels that it is imperative she take charge, Blythe is able to change her tune to a very rhapsodic young woman with an ardent temper that can at times run away with her self-aggrandizement. She may become overly cynical or sarcastic with others at times, mainly because she is hardly attuned to the the emotions of others and is severally lacking in the empathy portion of herself. She has the ability to empathize and understand others of course, but she often needs a hard slap in the face first to get her to realize that she is not the most important thing in the world.
FEARS ; Her fears of course include the everyday aversions, like spiders or when too many middle schoolers gather in one place. Then there are the fears the game brought out, her deep dependance on others has brought her to sometimes debilitating anxiety when she would lose contact with her session-mates. Blythe fears becoming helpless and becoming mediocre, failing to live up to all those grandiose ideas of what heroics should be and who she should become that she has built up for herself through the years.
STRENGTHS ; Blythe has a strong loyalty and affection for those who she has become very close to, that is just about childlike in it's purity, and will go with these loyalties to the ends of the earth if necessary for those who are such close individuals to her. She is generally unconventional and strongly ingenious in her thought patterns which allows her to analyze ideas and put forth plans and options in new ways. She was a strong strategist and team-fighter during her session.
WEAKNESSES ; She has a tendency to "blow-off" emotional situations or conflicts that she can't work through on her own, and will ignore them for as long as she can. While Blythe is extremely loyal to those that she trusts and is close to, she can be suspicious of those who she does not know, or who feels threatened by. That feeling is often unwarranted, and she will eventually work through that paranoia on her own. A physical weakness of hers is her size, standing at just under 5'2 (1.585 m) a solid standing and strength is not on her side, because of such she will not engage in direct combat and will try to maintain distance between her and an enemy.
SESSION BACKGROUND ; (this is optional)

[Aven]

(I'm going to be the odd one out here and be a fantroll. X3)

||WELCOME SBURB PLAYER||

NAME ; Shrise Zukrim
GENDER ; Female
AGE ; 7.4 solar sweeps / 16 human years
SPECIES ; Troll
APPEARANCE ;
GOD TIER ; Maid of Heart - Like the Knight of Heart, the Maid of Heart can create a literal iteration of soul energy to use as a deflector of enemy attacks. Also, the more powerful her emotions are, the more quickly she can dodge and counter attacks- an enraged Maid of Heart is a force to be reckoned with.
DISPOSITION ; Shrise is quite stubborn when she wants to be. She is also very unpredictable at times in her actions, which is ironic, because she hates surprises and always wants to be on top of things. She can become angry easily, especially if you're attacking one of her friends. She does have a soft side, and her friends are what makes her calm down most of the time. She cherishes her friends above all else and well protect them at all costs, going so far as to endanger her own life for the sake of others.
FEARS ; Large dark areas, small enclosed areas, being surrounded, having no weapon, her friends getting hurt, heights, and being helpless in a scenario.
STRENGTHS ; She works best in small dark areas that she can jump out of to attack someone. She is the most powerful when one of her friends is being hurt, so although her friends getting hurt is a fear and a weakness, it can also be a strength. She's good with a dagger or a sword and knows how to kill animals/set up traps.
WEAKNESSES ; Her friends getting hurt is a fear, a weakness, and a strength. She is not good with a bow or an arrow. She also can't climb up very high unless absolutely necessary, because she's terrified of heights.
SESSION BACKGROUND ; n/a