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grandhighblood) wrote2012-01-12 01:53 am
grandhighblood) wrote2012-01-12 01:53 am
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[ Player Name ] : hanshi
[ Personal DW ] :hanshi
[ Age ] : 24
[ Timezone ] : -8:00
[ Other Characters ] : n/a
[ Character's Name ] : The Grand Highblood
[ Character's Age ] : Unknown in human years, but hundreds of sweeps old, maybe even more.
[ Series ] : Homestuck
[ Canon Point ] : During the second uprising, where he had only begun to hear news of it.
[ History ] :
Really short?
[ Personality ] :
The Grand Highblood is a cunning, capricious troll. It's practically encoded into his blood to be calm one minute and then viciously violent the next, laughing and honking throughout it all. It is normal for most highblooded trolls to be violent, but the Grand Highblood is the leader of the Subjugglators, and instills fear into even the most dangerous of trolls due to his unpredictable nature and awesome strength (a bit of psychic ability doesn't hurt, either). The fact that it's his job to cull other trolls makes it all the more awful since he's got the go ahead from the Condesce herself so there is literally nothing stopping him. Most know him to be a mischievous being, a lover of mindfuckery and creepy jokes.
He speaks in hoarse whispers and deafening shouts, alternating between the two at whim, and carries himself in a barbaric sort of manner, doing what he wants when he wants and however the fuck he wants to. He curses like he's got Tourette’s and refers to almost everybody as a "motherfucker", so don't take it too personally. Nobody taught him proper etiquette or anything that's befitting of a troll of his stature, after all, and certainly nobody is willing to change him.
There is little known about the Grand Highblood and what he is truly like. Most trolls know that he paints his walls with the blood of his victims, enjoys company with a good sense of humor, and of course,subjugglating subjugating things. A lot of his past remains hidden from others, though it's not because he tries to keep it a secret. It just never really comes up in conversation, and it's not like he wants pity or anything from the peasantblood riffraff anyway. His arrogance was cultivated to the extreme after he joined the cult in his youth, to the point where he developed a scathing disdain for anyone with blood lower on the hemospectrum than himself. This also includes sea-dwellers as well, but that has little to do with blood and more of the land VS water deal.
Outside of work, he’s even more confusing. At least when he’s just “doing his job”, he’s got a clear objective, but when he’s not subjugating trolls, he just likes making interesting conversations with people. They can be lowbloods or highbloods or whatever, as long as they’re amusing. He likes spreading the message of the Vast Honk, and becomes consumed with talking about this religion, willing to pour his heart out to anyone who’ll listen. He’s not a very private troll, and he doesn’t give a shit how TMI he gets about himself. What could the other person possibly do with the information he gives them about himself? Everyone already knows anyway!! Even if it was something new, how could it possibly threaten him? The only thing he cares about is his title as the Grand Highblood, and his creepy religion about honks. Any embarrassing or pitiful moments is no big deal, and will probably welcome some sympathy. He hardly gets any of that anyway. The annoying part for those in his company is that once his energy’s spent, or becomes bored, he’ll go back to being creepy as fuck and might consider killing his conversation partner, just to see some motherfucking colors. Then he’ll go back and forth with himself (usually in his head, which means he’ll be intently staring at his partner in dead silence), wondering if killing his new friend is worth it. Keeping them alive might prove to be a good idea because they can have more conversations, but what if that next conversation isn’t as motherfucking awesome as their first? That would be a big fat waste of time! Decisions, decisions... Fortunately, he usually ends up not killing his amusing friends. He has, however, killed all of the more not-so-amusing friendslike Dualscar.
While on the subject of relationships: Yes, he has filled some quadrants, believe it or not! Kismesissitude probably came the easiest for him, but he has had some rather perverse relationships of the redder kind. Needless to say, it did not end very well for his partner, which still saddens the Grand Highblood. He has some room in his heart for pity, but lots of trolls have a hard time pitying him unless they get to know him a little better, which is a near impossible feat in itself. His pity is a little condescending and insulting most of the time since it’s usually reserved for lowbloods (which, to him, is practically everyone except seadwellers) and how pitifully weak and disgusting they are. Though one troll confused him, and that was the Signless. This troll enraged him and made him curious all at the same time, and he couldn’t decide whether he was a lowblood or something completely different. He couldn't tell if he was closer to the color of rustbloods or to the Empress's tyrian purple. There was some tantalizing and beautiful about that particular shade of red that made him both angry and amused all at the same time. Once he was executed, he felt a twang of regret, but he didn’t hesitate. Not like Darkleer, that traitorous filthy peasantblood, who threw away the Grand Highblood’s respect and kindness for a stinking green blooded criminal. That was how he saw it whether it was the truth or not. The Grand Highblood does not take to treason very well, even if he really did like Darkleer, but now he hates him -- hates him for defying his orders and running away like a coward. He cannot understand how anyone could be so faithless and disloyal while he is so devoted to everything he holds dear, it just baffles him (though it’s hard for others to differentiate between “loyalty” and “selfishness” when trying to describe the GHB).
Being a subjugglator is hard work, but he holds the position with pride. It was his dream job as wriggler, and the desire to become one never faded even as he grew. In fact, it had grown stronger. He’ll never let go of this position for as long as he lives, and the thought of somebody else having his job after he eventually dies sort of saddens him. He’ll never kill a fellow indigo-blood, only because he believes that a subjugglator should be of the highest land-dwelling blood not to mention only indigo bloods have the ability of chucklevoodoo which is a requirement, and reducing the candidates for such prestigious positions is a big no-no in his bloody little book. As for becoming the Grand Highblood...well, he’s very strict when it comes to that. If even an indigo-blood decided to take away his power from him while he was still alive to do anything about it, then with no hesitation will he murder that overconfident motherfucking little sack of shit. Fortunately, it has never come to that yet.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
STRENGTH:
He's got literal strength, for one. He is a monster of a troll, all pure muscle, and can swing a nasty pair of clubs real good in one's direction. He's extremely loyal to those he respects (the Condesce), and has a strong sense of faith and belief in an idea: The Vast Honk. He's extremely confident almost to the point of overconfidence, but he's not an idiot. He's pretty good at analyzing his enemies and sizing them up, knowing that underestimating something is almost always a bad idea. Can't just became the Grand Highblood on strength alone, you know...
WEAKNESSES:
Likes to think he doesn't have any, but he has an aversion towards large bodies of water. His lusus warned him of the dangers of the sea for a landtroll, especially one so close to the seadwellers on the Hemospectrum. He's quick to anger, but that depends on what the subject is and/or who is talking to him. Once he flies into a blind rage, he goes into a berserker mode so he's not completely thinking about every move he's making. While certainly very powerful, he'll be more likely to slip up and become wounded. Although he tends to brush of insults most of the time, there actually are some boundaries. You can call him a smelly ugly baffoon, and if you're lucky, he'll just laugh. But if you insult the subjugglators, his religion, and to some extent, the Condesce, he'll be more than happy to cave in your skull. His emotions (read: anger) tend to get the best of him then, and sometimes he'll act before thinking.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
He has a psychic ability called "Chucklevoodoo" which allows him to enter the dreams of a certain individual and implant an image/object/idea into their subconscious, whatever it may be. It's particularly useful because he doesn't even have to know what that thing is. Whatever it is, it'll arise to the surface of the victim's subconscious mind, and he can exploit it in whatever ways he decides.
[ Sample ] :
▶ Movie Night
▶ Food Fight
▶ All these rhyme with "-ight"
[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] :
I hope...those were enough links? 8'> And if the history isn't enough, I can always add my head-canon stuff?
[ Personal DW ] :
hanshi[ Age ] : 24
[ Timezone ] : -8:00
[ Other Characters ] : n/a
[ Character's Name ] : The Grand Highblood
[ Character's Age ] : Unknown in human years, but hundreds of sweeps old, maybe even more.
[ Series ] : Homestuck
[ Canon Point ] : During the second uprising, where he had only begun to hear news of it.
[ History ] :
Really short?
[ Personality ] :
The Grand Highblood is a cunning, capricious troll. It's practically encoded into his blood to be calm one minute and then viciously violent the next, laughing and honking throughout it all. It is normal for most highblooded trolls to be violent, but the Grand Highblood is the leader of the Subjugglators, and instills fear into even the most dangerous of trolls due to his unpredictable nature and awesome strength (a bit of psychic ability doesn't hurt, either). The fact that it's his job to cull other trolls makes it all the more awful since he's got the go ahead from the Condesce herself so there is literally nothing stopping him. Most know him to be a mischievous being, a lover of mindfuckery and creepy jokes.
He speaks in hoarse whispers and deafening shouts, alternating between the two at whim, and carries himself in a barbaric sort of manner, doing what he wants when he wants and however the fuck he wants to. He curses like he's got Tourette’s and refers to almost everybody as a "motherfucker", so don't take it too personally. Nobody taught him proper etiquette or anything that's befitting of a troll of his stature, after all, and certainly nobody is willing to change him.
There is little known about the Grand Highblood and what he is truly like. Most trolls know that he paints his walls with the blood of his victims, enjoys company with a good sense of humor, and of course,
Outside of work, he’s even more confusing. At least when he’s just “doing his job”, he’s got a clear objective, but when he’s not subjugating trolls, he just likes making interesting conversations with people. They can be lowbloods or highbloods or whatever, as long as they’re amusing. He likes spreading the message of the Vast Honk, and becomes consumed with talking about this religion, willing to pour his heart out to anyone who’ll listen. He’s not a very private troll, and he doesn’t give a shit how TMI he gets about himself. What could the other person possibly do with the information he gives them about himself? Everyone already knows anyway!! Even if it was something new, how could it possibly threaten him? The only thing he cares about is his title as the Grand Highblood, and his creepy religion about honks. Any embarrassing or pitiful moments is no big deal, and will probably welcome some sympathy. He hardly gets any of that anyway. The annoying part for those in his company is that once his energy’s spent, or becomes bored, he’ll go back to being creepy as fuck and might consider killing his conversation partner, just to see some motherfucking colors. Then he’ll go back and forth with himself (usually in his head, which means he’ll be intently staring at his partner in dead silence), wondering if killing his new friend is worth it. Keeping them alive might prove to be a good idea because they can have more conversations, but what if that next conversation isn’t as motherfucking awesome as their first? That would be a big fat waste of time! Decisions, decisions... Fortunately, he usually ends up not killing his amusing friends. He has, however, killed all of the more not-so-amusing friends
While on the subject of relationships: Yes, he has filled some quadrants, believe it or not! Kismesissitude probably came the easiest for him, but he has had some rather perverse relationships of the redder kind. Needless to say, it did not end very well for his partner, which still saddens the Grand Highblood. He has some room in his heart for pity, but lots of trolls have a hard time pitying him unless they get to know him a little better, which is a near impossible feat in itself. His pity is a little condescending and insulting most of the time since it’s usually reserved for lowbloods (which, to him, is practically everyone except seadwellers) and how pitifully weak and disgusting they are. Though one troll confused him, and that was the Signless. This troll enraged him and made him curious all at the same time, and he couldn’t decide whether he was a lowblood or something completely different. He couldn't tell if he was closer to the color of rustbloods or to the Empress's tyrian purple. There was some tantalizing and beautiful about that particular shade of red that made him both angry and amused all at the same time. Once he was executed, he felt a twang of regret, but he didn’t hesitate. Not like Darkleer, that traitorous filthy peasantblood, who threw away the Grand Highblood’s respect and kindness for a stinking green blooded criminal. That was how he saw it whether it was the truth or not. The Grand Highblood does not take to treason very well, even if he really did like Darkleer, but now he hates him -- hates him for defying his orders and running away like a coward. He cannot understand how anyone could be so faithless and disloyal while he is so devoted to everything he holds dear, it just baffles him (though it’s hard for others to differentiate between “loyalty” and “selfishness” when trying to describe the GHB).
Being a subjugglator is hard work, but he holds the position with pride. It was his dream job as wriggler, and the desire to become one never faded even as he grew. In fact, it had grown stronger. He’ll never let go of this position for as long as he lives, and the thought of somebody else having his job after he eventually dies sort of saddens him. He’ll never kill a fellow indigo-blood, only because he believes that a subjugglator should be of the highest land-dwelling blood not to mention only indigo bloods have the ability of chucklevoodoo which is a requirement, and reducing the candidates for such prestigious positions is a big no-no in his bloody little book. As for becoming the Grand Highblood...well, he’s very strict when it comes to that. If even an indigo-blood decided to take away his power from him while he was still alive to do anything about it, then with no hesitation will he murder that overconfident motherfucking little sack of shit. Fortunately, it has never come to that yet.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
STRENGTH:
He's got literal strength, for one. He is a monster of a troll, all pure muscle, and can swing a nasty pair of clubs real good in one's direction. He's extremely loyal to those he respects (the Condesce), and has a strong sense of faith and belief in an idea: The Vast Honk. He's extremely confident almost to the point of overconfidence, but he's not an idiot. He's pretty good at analyzing his enemies and sizing them up, knowing that underestimating something is almost always a bad idea. Can't just became the Grand Highblood on strength alone, you know...
WEAKNESSES:
Likes to think he doesn't have any, but he has an aversion towards large bodies of water. His lusus warned him of the dangers of the sea for a landtroll, especially one so close to the seadwellers on the Hemospectrum. He's quick to anger, but that depends on what the subject is and/or who is talking to him. Once he flies into a blind rage, he goes into a berserker mode so he's not completely thinking about every move he's making. While certainly very powerful, he'll be more likely to slip up and become wounded. Although he tends to brush of insults most of the time, there actually are some boundaries. You can call him a smelly ugly baffoon, and if you're lucky, he'll just laugh. But if you insult the subjugglators, his religion, and to some extent, the Condesce, he'll be more than happy to cave in your skull. His emotions (read: anger) tend to get the best of him then, and sometimes he'll act before thinking.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
He has a psychic ability called "Chucklevoodoo" which allows him to enter the dreams of a certain individual and implant an image/object/idea into their subconscious, whatever it may be. It's particularly useful because he doesn't even have to know what that thing is. Whatever it is, it'll arise to the surface of the victim's subconscious mind, and he can exploit it in whatever ways he decides.
[ Sample ] :
▶ Movie Night
▶ Food Fight
▶ All these rhyme with "-ight"
[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] :
I hope...those were enough links? 8'> And if the history isn't enough, I can always add my head-canon stuff?