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[nostrildamus]

PLAYER INFO:
Name: gogol
Preferred pronoun: chapette
Preferred means of contact: hm
Any other characters currently in-game? she's blonde

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Gender: Babe
Source: hmmmmmstuck
Canon point: a sweep after that one video game that was a total flop
Age: sevenish
Colour: #008282
Chumhandle: gallowsCalibrator

History: Remarkably uneventful, when you consider that she's a teenaged alien who lives in a tree. Okay no it was eventful as fuck I just felt like leading with a little LAYERED SARCASM. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you smiled briefly before returning to the totally neutral expression with which you normally regard your screen. I also hope you aren't expecting a few paragraphs of exposition about Alternia, the alien species she belongs to, their hemosocial hierarchy, and their exciting sexual mores. Because you aren't getting any. You can imagine them here, if you like. You can also imagine a graph about the mores. A graph about smores, as it were. I suggest you make it a handsome graph, since you have no budget cap.

Moving on.

Terezi seems to have grown up more or less alone, internet notwithstanding: her token parental analogue was a telepathic egg and her nearest neighbor lived somewhere on the other side of her rosy forest habitat. (Try not to wonder how she got wifi.) And, until the age of about five or so, she mainly occupied herself by orchestrating the deaths of other troll kids for the crime of cheating at FLARP. This was pretty easy to do from a distance, thanks to her close friend and partner-in-retribution, Vriska-- a psychic with a carnivorous spider for a mom and a piratical gyroscope for a moral compass, who combined body disposal and filial piety by serving up the guilty parties to her ravenous arachnid guardian. Also, the not-so-guilty; Vriska was happy to let Terezi maintain her illusions about the nature of their victims, but for her part she was more concerned with quantity than quisitionhood.

The question of whose body became nontheoretical when Vriska maimed a fellow FLARPer named Tavros and then murdered his coplayer, Aradia, to stave off the VIVACIOUS RUSTBLOOD'S crack squad of tetchy ghosts. Sorry I just wanted to capitalize vivacious rustblood. Terezi, incensed by all this doing of violence on people whose last names she could remember and less distracted than your narrator by Aradia's attractive pre-humous personality, used all the skills she'd learned at Vriska's side to send the other troll girl on a final FLARP campaign-- one that ended in a nasty explosion.

Vriska, now short one eye and arm, wasted no time in paying Terezi back. In a complicated mentalbias reacharound, she mind-controlled the trepidatious Tavros into mind-controlling Terezi's maternal dragon ovum into mind-controlling Terezi into going out and staring at the blistering Alternian sun.

It was the last act of vengeance enacted between them. Terezi went blind because of it! This was not as inconvenient as it could have been, since her sunny-side-up of a custodian made it up to her by telepathically teaching her to smell and taste color and shape, so that she eventually was able to read with her tongue and navigate with her nose; but she never roleplayed again, except in a F4C3T1OUS textual manner with Nepeta Leijon. And, perhaps more significantly, she retreated back to the sphere of her hive and her forest and her books of Alternian law, which did not distinguish between friends, strangers, and stuffed animals in positions of political power. 

It would probably be overstating matters to say that once burned, she was twice shy, although Sollux said it anyway and often. It's true, though, that her experiences have left a sour taste in her mouth, and not just because of all the sexy nosebleeds that mysteriously erupted once she began to delight in her new world of flavors. She's generally successful in burying her regret over how it all turned out beneath her enthusiasm for her legislacericious future and the pleasure she derives from her remaining friendships, and she's spent the sweeps since then moving past it-- sort of aggressively, yeah, and without ever having received real closure, maybe, but what kind of closure is she going to get? Aradia is dead, and odds are good that Tavros will be culled the minute they're all drafted into the military, thanks to his paralysis. As for Vriska, Terezi can't try her in any court, and she's not sure she'd really want to. What else is there? It's not like she's going to get swept into an apocalypse where her own video-game-granted abilities will give her the right and obligation to stab Vriska in the back and then cry about it. That would be ridiculous.

So she hones her big gooey brain on more theoretical subjects than she used to pursue, and worries about the people she's still allowed to worry about; and she doesn't herself know what kind of killer she's going to be.

Personality: WINNING AS FUCK. Well, if you find grotesque good cheer and invasive personal questions winning, but this is two steps from tumblr, so you almost certainly do.

Terezi's self-image, as a consequence both of her ambitions and her history, mostly involves being clever and perceptive and capable of special objectivity. In actual fact, she has a decent track record of manipulating people into doing what she wants, and she can cut through bullshit, but she's not nearly as cool as she'd like to be, and she's pretty easily manipulated when it comes to her own feelings. Especially since she's convinced that hers is an ever-level head. All of which… kind of makes her sound like the protagonist of a chick flick? Unlike the protagonist of a chick flick, though, Terezi's impulses tend toward the bloody-- and as an adolescent member of a privileged caste, she really buys into the cul(l)tural institution of slaughter, even as she turns her elongated nose up at the hemoarchy's overt bigots. She might not believe that blood will tell, or that justice is symptomatic of the Condesce's desires; but if that makes her more human than her bluer cohorts, it's an Old Testament kind of humanity. 

Moreover, as much as she wants to think that she understands people, in practice she has a way of putting them immediately on the defensive. Her probing is less subtle than it is constant; she works mostly by intuiting weaknesses and then hammering on those areas until, astonishingly enough, weaknesses appear. All of this can make talking to her an exhausting exercise, especially if she likes you. At the same time, she can be remarkably mature, and she has an ironic, self-effacing way of talking about her own problems when she's not busy framing them in terms of an epic legal drama.

She's also a big excitable dork who gets frustrated way too easily for a suave soon-to-be neophyte and plays with plushies at the ripe old age of seven. She contains multitudes! The multitudes are smeared with crayon. 

Abilities & physical limitations: Nothing special in either department, really, except for her dragon-induced synaesthesia. Unlike real synaesthesia, dragon-induced synaesthesia allows people to see blurred shapes by smelling the colors of things around her without having working eyes. It's pretty sweet.

Appearance: A grey girl with cropped dark hair, really boring horns, and burnt-red eyes. Her shoes match her stare. They are probably troll crocs. She probably wears them with socks.

Strife Specibus: canekind-- a cane. Wallopcapable. May or may not also be a swordstick. (It is.)
Prototyping: egg + lime senatorial scalemate-- the resultant sprite is a green fellow with a smooth white head. Not that this aesthetic has ever been relevant to anything, ever. Because it hasn't. And it never will be.
Title: Eye of Mercy
In-game abilities: BEING. NICE? No I'm kidding uh she probably has something unfortunate, like, seeing the path that will allow people to leave behind regret, or maybe just making people around her see it for themselves while she wonders what the fuck is so interesting……. eye is a super passive class, even moreso than seer, I imagine?? Stuff.

Planet: the Land of Cataract and Folly, a planet whose dusty terrain is largely given to tableland and descending shelves of stone, which carve a staircase silhouette from the green-tinted sky. Waterfalls run rusty down canyon walls; from above the surface of the world is a network of bloody threads, all connected. The consorts are aquatic cats, who divide their time between swimming in dark rivers at the bottom of deep chasms and trying to grow barnacles on their naked backs. They used to be able to drink from the tributaries that web the land, but ever since LOCAF's denizen, Hera, diluted the water with pomegranate juice, they have lost their taste for it, and are forced by necessity to milk the barnacles instead.