Fanstuck (a Homestuck OC RP)

Fanstuck is an OC RP, where the rules are the same as the site's.

Characters:

Humans:
Kate Flame
Lisa Giocondo

Trolls:
Nurins Lypiad
Iyskar Wypita
Laesia Cornua

Finally, here is my OC's information:


Also, please reply on your own time.

Name: Stephanie Silva
Skin: Tannish (i guess)
Hair:Light brown medium length
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Guardian: Arion (a horse that an run at amazing speeds)
Personality: funny friendly kind hopeful smart (but not book smart) strong mental state has a lot of patience but when loses temper you are in for it
Age:13
Title: Witch of Light
Sprite: Arisprite
Symbol: a star (i dont even know)
Land: Land of Gardens and Slides
Dreamer of:Prospit
Chumhandle: universalEarth [UE]
Likes: Nature night sky tumblr anime
Dislikes: truly bad people
Wears: Black skinny Jeans Black converse lose white tshirt and thin black jacket
Strife Specibi: Bowandarrowkind

Alright, I'll accept her.

ok um how does this work since im new and all i dont really know

Name: Iyskar Wypita
Skin: Gray
Hair: Black, swept back
Gender: Male
Species: Troll
Blood color: Violet (seadweller)
Lusus: Nine-armed Octopus
Personality: Iyskar is never happy unless he is miserable.  He takes pride in his ability to find the smallest flaws in just about anything, and bitch and moan about them until they are big flaws.
Age: 8 sweeps (15 human years)
Title: Mage of Void
Sprite: OctoVensprite
Symbol:
Land: Land of Ash and Rain
Dreamer of: Derse
Chumhandle: unfathomedTrenches [UT]
Likes: Complaining, magic, the ocean
Dislikes: Optimism, dry land, the fact that he cannot actually do magic.
Wears: black, pinstriped button-down shirt with a light blue band around his left arm emblazoned with his symbol, dark grey pants, and black shoes.  He wears dark-tinted goggles to hide his sensitive eyes from the light.
Strife Specibi: Pistolkind & Magickind

Whoa, nice troll. Well, you're definitely accepted.

Name: Nurins Lypiad
Skin: Grey
Hair: Shaved on the left side, and the hair that remains comes down to a little below his shoulders.
Gender: Male
Species: Troll
Guardian: Death adder snake, named Bliv.
Personality: Cold, solitary, introverted, will not be bossed around. Telling him to do something will often result in him doing the exact opposite.
Age: 6.5 sweeps, about 14.
Blood color: Violet ((Land-dweller.))
Title: Demon of Doom
Sprite: Blivsprite, Flufvsprite, chronologically.
Symbol: Lemniscate, or infinity symbol, if you will, struck through horizontally, vertically, and diagonally with lines.
Land: Land of Glaciers and Magma
Dreamer of: Derse
Chumhandle: infiniteLimbo [IL] ((IL: the fact that you're an insensi8le 8lutsering 8um8blefuck is never going to 8e a surprise to me, so sh∞." for his quirk.))
Likes: Solitude, silence, the thought of eternal nothingness, meat, and stuffed animals, but he will not admit he enjoys cloth stuffed with down.
Dislikes: Being told what to do, people attempting to be his boss, arachnids, fungus, and anyone named Jack.
Wears: Purple vest and black fingerless gloves, with a notch for attaching his weapons. He also wears a black t-shirt, very faded purple pants, appearing an almost lavender color, but wears simple black sneakers, as if trying to make sure the colors don't directly touch eachother. Which he completely is.
Strife Specibi: Fistkind+: While naturally toned to punching things, he tends to put more dangerous instruments on his hand. He's created a zap-glove, beartrap fist, railway-spiked knuckles, and even a high-voltage joy buzzer for each finger, save for his thumb.

Another great troll to add!

Coolio cheerios, yo.

There was a young girl, who was sitting down on an old beanbag chair, who lived in an abandoned hangar, yet today was special, as today was her birthday, and her guardian has gone to get her a gift. Her name is Kate Flame, and she lives with a red, male fire-dragon, named Dyr. She also knows some Draconic, being taught by Dyr, and had also taught Dyr some English.

There was also a young boy ABSOLUTE IMAGE OF PERFECTION, he was ALSO A TROLL. His name was Nurins Lypiad and he was rather self-absorbed COMPLETELY AWARE OF HIS PERFECTION IN EVERY WAY.

In his hive he stood, a beartrap notched to both of the gloves on his hand, punching/shredding a practice doll to bits. Grunting, he caught part of his hair in a beartrap and struggled to give freedom to his head substance. He would've activated the release mechanism, but it was all tangled in his hair. Eventually, he did get it out, but threw his beartraps on the ground. He was done right now. So done.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness [LD]:

As Kate went onto her laptop, she decided to answer her friend, who had pestered her.

Pesterlog - infiniteLimbo:

Luckily, there's a certain seadweller to quell this unhealthy optimism. He somehow manages to have an internet connection underwater.

Pesterlog - unfathomedTrenches:

Kate frowned, deeply saddened.

Pesterlog - unfathomedTrenches:

Iyskar sighed in exasperation. Must he explain every little detail?

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness:

Good. Great, actually. Someone's not dead. For once. Somehow, you think you lead people to their death... Is that possible? You really don't know, but you're unsure.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness [LD]:

You can't answer because your hive has been breached by the carnivorous beasts of the abyss. Again.
You draw The Negotiator and squeeze off as many rounds as possible, coating your dwelling with the internal fluids of the sea monsters. Living in this hellhole makes even the smallest activity a fight for your fucking life. You could easily move into a peaceful land-based hive, you know. But this place is better for cultivating misery, and the sun hurts your eyes.

Kate smiled, replying to her other friend.

Pesterlog - infiniteLimbo:

Oh no. You've had a lot of this already. Every single human seems to ask this.
Suddenly, you begin to hope this one meets their demise soon. You're sure you've already explained this ∞ times.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness:

OH GOD SO MUCH DARK PURPLE TEXT.

It's such a wonderfully sad color. You love it.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness:

Upon hearing one of her friends saying something, Kate starts to cry a bit, running off onto her bed. She never can stand much sadness or anger directed her way, which is obviously why she is bullied.

Iyskar remains miserably unaware of Kate's sadness, and thus continues to message the human.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness:

The game he had sent to the human was one titled Sgrub, or Sburb to humans. It would be on her doorstep right now. Iyskar was nearly excited to play this, as it would end up dooming the universe.

Kate then heard Dyr enter the hangar, where he had come back with an assortment of games, and the gift her friend got her. Kate thanked him and checked her messages, seeing the envelope was from a friend.

Pesterlog - unfathomedTentacles:

There also happened to be a package, leaking some sort of odd purple fluid, which was seeping into everything else. You sent it. It's... Made with... Platonicy? Lack of emotion? Gah, you dunno.

Pesterlog - lovingDragoness:

Inside the package, there's a pair of shittily painted beartrap fists, colored in your signature deep purple, and a hastily written message of your friend's orange, "may these protect y∞u ∞". The purple, yes, is leaking a bit, but only because you sent the rest of the paint you used, and you may have punctured the purple one with the beartraps. May.