grimindigo

PLAYER INFO:
Name: Jay
Preferred pronoun: they/them/theirs
Preferred means of contact: I can be reached on aim at dephenestrator and by email which I prefer to keep private (but don't mind sharing with members, so message me if you need it for some reason). Otherwise I'm on tumblr as jayisabird!
Any other characters currently in-game? nope.

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Rosela Launde
Gender: Female
Source: Homestuck AU
Canon point: Troll!Rose comes from an AU Alternia that is
pretty much the same as canon Alternia. She exists in the "past" of
canon Alternia, at some indeterminate time before adult trolls were
banished from the planet.
Age: 7 sweeps (~15 years)
Colour: #2b0057
Chumhandle: tentacleThaumaturge

History: From the very beginning, Rose never had the chance to
be normal. Impressed with the ruthlessness with which she
dispatched her opponents in the brooding caverns, Rose was adopted not
only by her jellyfish lusus, but also into the bloodstained inner
sanctum of the subjugglator cult. As far back as she can remember,
Rose had been told by her mentors and peers alike that she was special
- that she had promise; to this day, she had never been given a
reason to believe otherwise.

She was raised on a stormy Alternian coast, her hive straddling a
river that flowed into the ocean. Her lusus, a giant jellyfish, came
and went with the tides. Squiddles (a name Rose gave her when she was
barely a wriggler, and hadn't bothered to change since) was as a good
a mother as a venomous aquatic creature could be to a landtroll, if
frustratingly difficult to understand; while Rose would be hard
pressed to say that Squiddles ever showed her affection, her
most secure (if not happy) memories of childhood involve sitting on a
beach, nestled in a cage of tentacles, taking care to avoid their
sting. Those moments of companionship were, however, few and far
between, and the dominant feeling of Rose's youth was loneliness.

Rose was not, however, alone. Indeed, during some perigees of her life
she had near-constant companionship in the forms of other indigo
bloods, both full-fledged subjugglators and peers. Young highbloods
were often used to do the dirty work for adults -- a process that they
claimed was way of culling out the weak from the crop and determining
the most promising future subjugglators. Dispatching enemies and
targets for her elders has been part of Rose's life for as long as she
can remember -- and once she caught on that they were't paying
attention to her as much as using her as a way to avoid their own
grunt work, she passive-aggressively doubled her efforts to stand out.
It worked.

At some point in the crossfire, Squiddles was killed. Rose identified
the perpetrator, tracked him down, and forced him to paint with his
blood a life-sized portrait of the lusus, all hundred and twenty feet,
which she then kept for posterity.



Rose has made very few lasting relationships with other trolls; the
only one worth noting is her mentor, a cold, superior woman who Rose
wanted so badly to impress, but never succeeded. If Rose was familiar
with human social structures, she would have referred to this mentor
as a mother figure. She was the only source of affection that young
Rose had after her lusus was killed, and a poor one at that. As far as
she knows, her fond feelings for her mentor were never reciprocated.

At the time that she enters Sburb, Rose is preparing to enter the full
ranks of the subjugglators.

Personality: Rose Lalonde is characterized by an insatiable
drive for excellence – and excellent she is. Vicious, ruthless,
cold-blooded, Rose is unable to accept being inferior. She would have
been a model student of whatever trade she had been handed in life.
The trade she happens to have been handed is death, and she works hard
to make it so that as far as killing is concerned, Rose Lalonde is the
best there is.

Rose comes along with all the trappings of being born high up in a
stratified society. The hemospectrum has served her well, so she sees
no reason to challenge it – even though she understands well enough
that no matter what color a troll’s blood may be, they are all the
same in death. She is elitist, domineering, and falls only slightly
short of arrogant. Her meager sense of humor alternates between dry,
absurdist, and vulgar. She has a reckless streak a mile wide.

But above this all, Rose maintains a cloak of poise and polish. She
speaks and types precisely; enjoys wordplay and baffling others with
her large vocab; has a flair for style and a taste for the grandiose.
Even her method of killing – a pair of needles, elegant and
deadly-sharp – is indicative of this. She carries an air of
haughtiness about her, a superior clean-cut confidence. One gets the
sense that Rose is always laughing at the world around her, and often
acts as if other (lower-blooded) trolls are no better than grubs
beneath her feet. She is, after all, a high-ranked young indigoblood.
Why should she care about those who are below her?

But this aura of cool composure can turn on a dime. When ruffled or
challenged, Rose’s temper comes out. She is first and foremost a
killer, and has no qualms about revealing and exercising this fact.
She will show you that she’s better than you – and more often than
not, her policy becomes “stab first, think later.”

Rose learned at a fairly early age that a significant number of
subjugglators don’t actually believe the doctrine of the dark carnival
– they just use it as an excuse to murder anyone they want. This fact
provides Rose with yet another way of showing that she is simply
better: unlike those heathens, Rose believes. Even better, she knows.
She has always had a fascination with dark powers beyond mortal
believe, and when she was introduced to the subjugglator cult’s
beliefs, she seized hold and never let go. She believes in miracles.
She believes in the dark gods. She believes in the mirthful messiahs.
How much of this is straight subjugglator belief and how much is her
own contribution is up for speculation; what matters is that Rose
understands deep in her bones that the universe is ruled by cruel and
mirthful gods, and that one way or another, she is their agent.

This religion fills most of the holes in Rose’s life, and at least on
the surface, she is a model troll. Bright, ruthless, religiously
attached to her role in life and her social caste. But there’s a
darkness in Rose that both defies and strengthens her commitment to
the dark gods. And there’s a loneliness that hasn’t been filled since
the death of her lusus – if not long before. For the most part, her
moments of indecision (self-doubt, even self-hatred) serve as fuel her
perfectionist pursuits, but sometimes things get to her. Sometimes she
is unnecessarily reckless. Sometimes she’s too despondent to find joy
even in killing. Sometimes, though rarely, she’s vulnerable. She is,
after all, alone in the world, and only six sweeps old. Rose loathes
this vulnerability with all her being – but that doesn’t make it go
away.


Abilities & physical limitations: Rose is pretty decent at
fighting with her needles. Aside from that, she has pretty standard
abilities for a troll her age.

Appearance: A mid-sized troll, taller than most
non-indigobloods her age, but not impressive in stature by any means.
In future sweeps she will hit her "highblood growth spurt" and become
quite large; for now, though, she could pass as a human in terms of
body type. Rose's horns are shaped like tentacles. Aside from her
horns and symbol
(http://www.suberic.net/~dmm/astro/img/calli/Cetus.png), Rose looks
like how Kanaya imagined her as a troll
(http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=004247).

Notable AU differences from canon, if applicable: There are
actually not many differences between this AU and canon Alternia. As I
mentioned earlier, Rose comes from a time when adult trolls still
lived on the planet, thus enabling her interaction with adult
Subjugglators. All of the canon ancestors exist in this AU, but Rose
wouldn't recognize the names of any of them aside from the Condesce
and the Grand Highblood. Other than that, this is just an AU that is
different from canon only in the fact that there is an indigoblood
troll who calls herself Rose Lalonde, and who happens to resemble
canon Rose -- this is either some weird trick of paradox space or just
a giant coincidence.

Strife Specibus: Needlekind
Prototyping: First prototype: a lifesize portrait (painted in
cerulean blood) of a giant jellyfish. Second prototype: her mentor's
pink scarf. Together, this makes for a cartoonish-looking jellyfish
sprite wearing a scarf.
Title: Martyr of Miracles
In-game abilities: Unsure at this point!
Planet: Land of Lamps and Laughter. LOLAL is a land of cliffs
and trees with leaves of many colors. Hanging from branches, built
into precipices, and just floating in midair are a variety of lamps
that cast light through a more or less perpetual dusk. Anything that
makes noise on the planet - wind blowing, streams flowing, rocks
shifting - brings with it sounds of laughter, which comes in an
astounding variety of voices and tones. The denizens are pangolins.

RP Sample: The limeblood attempted futilely to squirm further
back against the wall, his breath wheezing through his wind-sacs. His
face was now flushed bright green, partly from panic at the sight of
the white-painted face that loomed over him but mostly from
constricted air passages. Rose leaned in harder against the needle
which was pressed lengthwise across his neck, pinning the poor
creature up against the side of her hive. Her other hand was occupied
further down, the tip of the needle sinking beneath the skin of the
limeblood’s stomach where a pool of dark green began to clot against
his shirt. She leered downwards, lips drawn back in a gesture halfway
between a sneer and a smirk, tightening her grip on the needle at his
throat.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” she asked, her voice
guilefully calm. When the troll’s only response was to squirm against
his restraints, she jerked her higher weapon up to slam into his chin,
which resulted in a satisfyingly painful inhale and an ugly grey-green
welt across his throat. “DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY?”

Across the room, the pink moonlight pooled down on a half-unraveled
roll of paper which showed obvious signs of being trampled underfoot.
On the exposed three feet of length was a messy blue painting, its ink
thick like blood, revealing the tip of a tentacle.

“I-it’s just some damn kid’s drawing isn’t it, what’s the big—“ This
time the limeblood was cut off by the slick sound of her needle
piercing deep into his gut. “M-mercy,” he didn’t speak so much as
exhale, but when Rose released her hold around his throat it was only
to slide the tip of her weapon through his wind tube.

“Tell that to my lusus,” she murmured dryly, and set about disposing
of the now-corpse.