Post by Terezi Pyrope on Jul 20, 2011 18:14:33 GMT -5
[atrb=width,110][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: transparent] | [atrb=width,290][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-right: 5px solid #AAAAAA; background-color: #CDCDCD] > BE THE SEER OF MIND |
| [cs=2][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-right: 5px solid #AAAAAA; background-color: #D3D3D3] NAME: Terezi Pyrope SPECIES: Troll TROLL TAG: gallowsCalibrator COLOUR: Teal (#047A79) STRIFE SPECIBI: Canekind PERSONALITY: Terezi comes off as a fairly manic, enthusiastic, and overall peculiar girl. But for all her at times borderline psychotic behaviour, she has a lot more depth of character than she lets on, and is deeply loyal with strong morals. Passionate about justice, she fancies herself a vigilante lawyer, wanting to walk in the footsteps of her legislacerator ancestor. Although she has a wicked edge, Terezi is a fiercely upbeat person who doesn’t allow anything to phase her for long (though sometimes she does succumb to her emotion). She takes on every new challenge with enthusiasm and vigour. When it comes to people and relationships Terezi has a unique perspective. Talented at understanding and manipulating people, she also has the insight befitting her title, allowing her to truly understand someone’s mind. This makes her both a valuable asset to the team and a good friend. BIO: Terezi has lived her life without a lusus, or at least, mostly without a lusus, as her guardian spent the vast majority of her life unhatched. After Terezi was blinded, however, her lusus communicated with her through dreams to help her experience the world through her other senses. Thanks to this guidance, Terezi now gets around relying on smell and taste, which has lead to endearing or annoying habits (depending on who you talk to) such as licking her screen or eating chalk. After their session ended, Terezi was the first to contact the humans while in the Veil, and soon caused all sorts of alternate timeline havoc (I personally think, as she can see everyone’s potential paths through her Seer powers, that she orchestrated this deliberately but that’s personal canon and I’ll shut up now :D). To make up for her discretions, Terezi pledged to help the kids, focusing on Dave and aiding him in his quests. APPEARANCE: Petite and slim, Terezi has shoulder length hair which flicks out and refuses to be tamed. Her horns are smaller than the average, pointy and conical. She usually wears the nondescript clothing donned by her contemporaries, made individual by her personal symbol. Sometimes, however, she dresses in her roleplaying outfit, a teal and cherry red replica of her ancestor’s clothes. Her eyes, burned red by the Alternian sun, are usually hidden behind fierce red glasses, and a manic smile often lights up her face. REFERRAL: Livejournal ad :D SAMPLE ROLEPLAY: It hadn’t been easy getting here. Never mind Karkat’s ludicrous attempts at sabotaging her in loyalty to his own task, sneaking past the guards alone was a mission. But none of that mattered now. She was here. Terezi’s grin leered through the gloom, her nose carefully sniffing the distance between her clever concealment in the shadows and the door to Jack Noir’s office, an obvious tangy woodeness set into the oily granite walls. From here on in, her mission was practically a closed case. She had planned everything meticulously, and, as always, had realised her plot with precision and finesse. Pride is a dangerous thing, unless, of course, you are absolute in your certainty that you are the best. Not like some flighty trolls you could mention. Terezi rolled her eyes, taking a moment to listen to the silence of the night-shrouded corridors. Nope, no sound of her. Typical. Not that the fellow Scourge Sister’s absence was too much of a blow to the plan. Terezi had learnt early on in their little side mission that she could never depend on Vriska’s actions, let alone her loyalty. After the third time of being stood up at a crucial and potentially fatal moment, Terezi re-evaluated her brilliant plan, now assuming that Vriska would never be there when she needed her. Instead of accompanying Terezi on reconnaissance, or gathering her own information, Vriska was more likely to attack those she was supposed to be exiling, leaping into battle without any thought for how her actions impacted on the success of Terezi’s schemes. And sure enough, at the climax of their mission, the crucial moment, the ploy the entire plan relied upon working, Spider Bitch was nowhere to be found. Screw her. Terezi could do it better on her own anyway. Before she snuck across the open expanse of corridor Terezi paused, sharpening her senses, making sure she was completely alone. But there was no scent of a passing enemy, no taste of danger in the air, no sound of pounding footsteps running to foil her carefully laid plans. Leaping forward, Terezi scurried across the gap. Her hands found the rough, grainy wood, softly turned the silky steel handle, dragged the door shut behind her as she slipped inside. Safe in the haven of Jack’s cluttered excuse for an office, Terezi’s grin spread wider. From here it was a simple matter of planting the traitorous letters, the documents telling of Jack’s mutiny, the papers that would assure his exile. All counterfeit of course. Terezi was never one to subvert the true course of justice by framing an innocent, but in this case deception was necessary to prove the guilt of a known traitor. What kind of scum would seek to thwart a queen’s will, anyway? This sorry excuse for a civil servant deserved the harsh justice Terezi bestowed upon him. The job was done. Terezi exhaled the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding as she stowed the last of the papers away, ready to be discovered by the patrol sure to investigate her anonymous tip-off (the one Vriska was supposed to give). Striding back across the room, filled with smug satisfaction, Terezi froze two steps from the door. That smell: old leather and bitter metal. That taste: the iron red tang of danger. Those footsteps: soft, sneaky, pounding closer and closer... Sometimes the best laid plans can fail. Shit. | |
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