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application: ruby city
PLAYER
Name: Jo
Age: 22
Personal Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inglouriously
E-mail: joree.cisneros@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: salacities @ aim
CHARACTER
Name: Porrim Maryam
Canon: Homestuck
Age: Physically, 19. Chronologically, billions of years.
Timeline: Post-openbound.
Personality:
"Yes, ho+w dreadful it wo+uld be fo+r yo+ur sixty nine millio+n wo+rd essay to+ get bo+gged do+wn by even the faintest reference to+ the ro+les o+f gender in Befo+ran and Alternian civilizatio+n."
By Beforan standards, Porrim is a rebel in more ways than one. Fundamentally, she has bucked the role placed upon her by Beforan society, an act which scandalous in and of itself. As a jade-blood, she was expected to work in the subterranean caverns of her planet to take care of her species' young, ensuring their safety until they were old enough to live on their own. However, as she matured, Porrim decided that such a role was sexist and demeaning. As her caste was primarily composed of females, she saw it as something a patriarchal society forced on her simply for being female, and shunned it. This marked her as rebellious from the beginning, but it was only the beginning of the many ways she finds to stick it to the man on the daily. Later on, Porrim became more interested in the role assigned to her at birth, and found ways to carry it out without being unfaithful to her own beliefs. She is invested in social justice, but finds it annoying that issues involving gender are often pushed aside for what she views as more trivial injustices, and she isn't afraid to kick ass and take names if that's what it takes to make a real change--even if Beforan society has ceased to be in its entirety.
"We'll get yo+u all caught up o+n exactly who+'s been seen passing thro+ugh the well greased revo+lving do+o+rs to+ my quadrants."
A fierce feminist, Porrim loves nothing more than to argue about how Beforus's "matriarchy" is actually a patriarchy masquerading as the former, or to explain why gender roles are so harmful to both males and females. Besides a healthy interest in feminism and gender, she is also incredibly sex-positive and quick to argue that sex is a natural, healthy thing and that slut-shaming is harmful and problematic. As such, she is known to have a healthy sex life, preferring to have multiple short flings to longer, deeper romantic relationships. She has no problem with her own promiscuity, though that doesn't mean she isn't interested in meaningful attachments. Porrim also has a rather wry sense of humor about the state of her romantic affairs, poking fun at herself and her many flings.
"Wo+rd travels fast here. Plenty o+f go+ssip. No+ o+ne quite prepares yo+u fo+r the fact that o+n the o+ther side o+f death is an infinite echo+ chamber o+f teen drama."
Besides her more serious interests, Porrim has several other hobbies and interests. Gossip is chief among them, and she is considered an excellent source amongst her friends for juicy tidbits. Although it's inherently a harmful hobby, she enjoys indulging in it, if only because it lessens the boredom of an eternal teenage existence. Besides gossip, Porrim is a skilled seamstress and enjoys making clothing. She makes her own clothing herself, often indulging in fancy costumes just for the hell of it, but she has also been known to make articles of clothing for her friends--namely, Kankri's red sweater (because his awful high-waisted pants were just so+ unfashio+nable). She also has a major interest in body modifications, and has many piercings in places both visible and hidden, as well as extensive tattoos in a black swirl design.
"But if yo+u need so+meo+ne to+ eerily pho+spho+resce in the demo+n's vicinity, while debating whether to+ try drinking his blo+o+d, then I'd like to+ think I easily crack the to+p 10+ candidates yo+u might co+nsider fo+r the jo+b."
Porrim's rather wry sense of humor also extends to her status as a Rainbow Drinker. She doesn't take this too seriously since her death in Meenah's Sgrub session, viewing her powers as largely useless, especially without God Tier abilities. Porrim is also incredibly motherly at times, especially toward Kankri, fussing over him and giving him nicknames. Although much of this may be an attempt to redirect a pale crush, she also tends to feel responsible for him and feels the need to protect him--and to protect their friends from his long-winded sermons. Even though she does care for him, it's easy for her to grow irritated with his dismissal of her so-called "pet issues," and their conversations often end in frustration and petty insult.
Background: This is her wiki link, which contains pretty much everything we know about Porrim from canon.
Abilities: Porrim is a Rainbow Drinker. Basically, this is the troll version of a vampire. As such, she feeds primarily on blood, though she is capable of ingesting other foods. She also, interestingly enough, has the ability to bioluminesce. When she does this, her skin turns a glowing, pearly white, and her eyes a bright yellow. She can turn this "mode" on and off at will, though when she is aroused, excited, or otherwise emotionally vulnerable, it has a tendency to happen on its own. She also has eyesight, hearing, and a sense of smell that is better than the average human/troll, though it is not by any means superhuman--a modest boost in ability. Also, unlike other trolls, Porrim was able to withstand the harsh Beforan sunlight even before gaining her drinker abilities, which comes from her blood caste. Rainbow drinking aside, she is a skilled seamstress, and is knowledgeable in many things, including feminism and sexual politics.
As for weaknesses, she does rely on others to feed, which means it's easy to get her in a weakened state simply by denying her food. Her tendency to gossip also tends to be a weak spot for her, and puts her in awkward or vulnerable situations, socially speaking.
First Person:
[Porrim's peering interestedly into her pocketwatch, fiddling around with the buttons and exploring its capabilities when it becomes apparent that it's recording video. She rears her head back, mildly startled.]
Oh. Hmm, hello.
[She purses her lips, turning the watch slightly side to side, showing a limited view of the room around her, as well as flashes of bare, tattooed arms to either side.]
Well, I can't say I meant to come here, but considering I've been in one place for approximately a zillion sweeps, it's a bit refreshing. That being said, what's the best way for me to get ahold of some sewing supplies? I'm told money isn't really a thing here, but it looks like this town could use something a little more...high fashion, if you catch my drift.
[This just in, Ruby City. Porrim Maryam is not impressed by your fashion scene. She gives the camera a wink and a grin before snapping her pocketwatch shut.]
Third Person:
She had arrived at twilight, and it was almost a welcome sight--a new one, not something dredged up from a memory billions of years past. Trolls are nocturnal creatures, and Porrim took to wandering this strange city, heels clicking loudly against the cobblestone streets, neck craned to catch glimpses of abandoned-looking buildings left and right. There were signs of life, and that was vaguely comforting, but all in all she wasn't quite sure of much beyond her own presence there--that, and the rose gold pocketwatch that had found its way into her pocket.
Porrim came upon an area of the city more dimly-lit than the rest, and by instinct her whole body took on an unearthly glow, giving off a white light that, while hardly blinding, was enough to light her way a little better. She was sure she made quite a sight to anyone who may have been peering through windows or following at a distance, and it was the thought of anyone following her that urged her on a little faster. Not that she couldn't protect herself; she certainly could, with sharp teeth and the brass knuckles in her strife specibus, and a renewed strength that came with being alive, truly alive, after epochs of ghostly subsistence.
And dimly, the rainbow drinker became aware of her own thirst. It wasn't something she had felt in the dream bubbles; being dead meant that food and drink were no longer necessary, and she hadn't fed except for in moments of passion for so long that the prospect of drinking, of sinking her teeth into someone real and solid and potentially warm was quite exciting. And when eventually Porrim tired of walking, of feeling some vague, unseen presence tickling at the back of her neck, she found refuge in an abandoned building, settling down on a sofa to truly sleep for the first time in a thousand lifetimes.
Name: Jo
Age: 22
Personal Journal:
inglouriouslyE-mail: joree.cisneros@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: salacities @ aim
CHARACTER
Name: Porrim Maryam
Canon: Homestuck
Age: Physically, 19. Chronologically, billions of years.
Timeline: Post-openbound.
Personality:
"Yes, ho+w dreadful it wo+uld be fo+r yo+ur sixty nine millio+n wo+rd essay to+ get bo+gged do+wn by even the faintest reference to+ the ro+les o+f gender in Befo+ran and Alternian civilizatio+n."
By Beforan standards, Porrim is a rebel in more ways than one. Fundamentally, she has bucked the role placed upon her by Beforan society, an act which scandalous in and of itself. As a jade-blood, she was expected to work in the subterranean caverns of her planet to take care of her species' young, ensuring their safety until they were old enough to live on their own. However, as she matured, Porrim decided that such a role was sexist and demeaning. As her caste was primarily composed of females, she saw it as something a patriarchal society forced on her simply for being female, and shunned it. This marked her as rebellious from the beginning, but it was only the beginning of the many ways she finds to stick it to the man on the daily. Later on, Porrim became more interested in the role assigned to her at birth, and found ways to carry it out without being unfaithful to her own beliefs. She is invested in social justice, but finds it annoying that issues involving gender are often pushed aside for what she views as more trivial injustices, and she isn't afraid to kick ass and take names if that's what it takes to make a real change--even if Beforan society has ceased to be in its entirety.
"We'll get yo+u all caught up o+n exactly who+'s been seen passing thro+ugh the well greased revo+lving do+o+rs to+ my quadrants."
A fierce feminist, Porrim loves nothing more than to argue about how Beforus's "matriarchy" is actually a patriarchy masquerading as the former, or to explain why gender roles are so harmful to both males and females. Besides a healthy interest in feminism and gender, she is also incredibly sex-positive and quick to argue that sex is a natural, healthy thing and that slut-shaming is harmful and problematic. As such, she is known to have a healthy sex life, preferring to have multiple short flings to longer, deeper romantic relationships. She has no problem with her own promiscuity, though that doesn't mean she isn't interested in meaningful attachments. Porrim also has a rather wry sense of humor about the state of her romantic affairs, poking fun at herself and her many flings.
"Wo+rd travels fast here. Plenty o+f go+ssip. No+ o+ne quite prepares yo+u fo+r the fact that o+n the o+ther side o+f death is an infinite echo+ chamber o+f teen drama."
Besides her more serious interests, Porrim has several other hobbies and interests. Gossip is chief among them, and she is considered an excellent source amongst her friends for juicy tidbits. Although it's inherently a harmful hobby, she enjoys indulging in it, if only because it lessens the boredom of an eternal teenage existence. Besides gossip, Porrim is a skilled seamstress and enjoys making clothing. She makes her own clothing herself, often indulging in fancy costumes just for the hell of it, but she has also been known to make articles of clothing for her friends--namely, Kankri's red sweater (because his awful high-waisted pants were just so+ unfashio+nable). She also has a major interest in body modifications, and has many piercings in places both visible and hidden, as well as extensive tattoos in a black swirl design.
"But if yo+u need so+meo+ne to+ eerily pho+spho+resce in the demo+n's vicinity, while debating whether to+ try drinking his blo+o+d, then I'd like to+ think I easily crack the to+p 10+ candidates yo+u might co+nsider fo+r the jo+b."
Porrim's rather wry sense of humor also extends to her status as a Rainbow Drinker. She doesn't take this too seriously since her death in Meenah's Sgrub session, viewing her powers as largely useless, especially without God Tier abilities. Porrim is also incredibly motherly at times, especially toward Kankri, fussing over him and giving him nicknames. Although much of this may be an attempt to redirect a pale crush, she also tends to feel responsible for him and feels the need to protect him--and to protect their friends from his long-winded sermons. Even though she does care for him, it's easy for her to grow irritated with his dismissal of her so-called "pet issues," and their conversations often end in frustration and petty insult.
Background: This is her wiki link, which contains pretty much everything we know about Porrim from canon.
Abilities: Porrim is a Rainbow Drinker. Basically, this is the troll version of a vampire. As such, she feeds primarily on blood, though she is capable of ingesting other foods. She also, interestingly enough, has the ability to bioluminesce. When she does this, her skin turns a glowing, pearly white, and her eyes a bright yellow. She can turn this "mode" on and off at will, though when she is aroused, excited, or otherwise emotionally vulnerable, it has a tendency to happen on its own. She also has eyesight, hearing, and a sense of smell that is better than the average human/troll, though it is not by any means superhuman--a modest boost in ability. Also, unlike other trolls, Porrim was able to withstand the harsh Beforan sunlight even before gaining her drinker abilities, which comes from her blood caste. Rainbow drinking aside, she is a skilled seamstress, and is knowledgeable in many things, including feminism and sexual politics.
As for weaknesses, she does rely on others to feed, which means it's easy to get her in a weakened state simply by denying her food. Her tendency to gossip also tends to be a weak spot for her, and puts her in awkward or vulnerable situations, socially speaking.
First Person:
[Porrim's peering interestedly into her pocketwatch, fiddling around with the buttons and exploring its capabilities when it becomes apparent that it's recording video. She rears her head back, mildly startled.]
Oh. Hmm, hello.
[She purses her lips, turning the watch slightly side to side, showing a limited view of the room around her, as well as flashes of bare, tattooed arms to either side.]
Well, I can't say I meant to come here, but considering I've been in one place for approximately a zillion sweeps, it's a bit refreshing. That being said, what's the best way for me to get ahold of some sewing supplies? I'm told money isn't really a thing here, but it looks like this town could use something a little more...high fashion, if you catch my drift.
[This just in, Ruby City. Porrim Maryam is not impressed by your fashion scene. She gives the camera a wink and a grin before snapping her pocketwatch shut.]
Third Person:
She had arrived at twilight, and it was almost a welcome sight--a new one, not something dredged up from a memory billions of years past. Trolls are nocturnal creatures, and Porrim took to wandering this strange city, heels clicking loudly against the cobblestone streets, neck craned to catch glimpses of abandoned-looking buildings left and right. There were signs of life, and that was vaguely comforting, but all in all she wasn't quite sure of much beyond her own presence there--that, and the rose gold pocketwatch that had found its way into her pocket.
Porrim came upon an area of the city more dimly-lit than the rest, and by instinct her whole body took on an unearthly glow, giving off a white light that, while hardly blinding, was enough to light her way a little better. She was sure she made quite a sight to anyone who may have been peering through windows or following at a distance, and it was the thought of anyone following her that urged her on a little faster. Not that she couldn't protect herself; she certainly could, with sharp teeth and the brass knuckles in her strife specibus, and a renewed strength that came with being alive, truly alive, after epochs of ghostly subsistence.
And dimly, the rainbow drinker became aware of her own thirst. It wasn't something she had felt in the dream bubbles; being dead meant that food and drink were no longer necessary, and she hadn't fed except for in moments of passion for so long that the prospect of drinking, of sinking her teeth into someone real and solid and potentially warm was quite exciting. And when eventually Porrim tired of walking, of feeling some vague, unseen presence tickling at the back of her neck, she found refuge in an abandoned building, settling down on a sofa to truly sleep for the first time in a thousand lifetimes.