Good thing I already had a char all written up.
Name: Reva Durand
Shipping compatibility: Any. She isn't looking for it (mostly because she's not really sure what exactly she's looking for), but if she happens to somehow just fall into a quadrant with someone, go her!
Physical appearance: Tall and lanky, with dirty blonde hair framing her face in boyishly-cut bangs that hang over her thick-lensed, square-framed glasses, through which peer narrow, cinereous eyes that often appear narrower due to how often she squints.
Background information: She lives in an isolated mountain area, forcibly ensconced there by her wealthy and overprotective mother (a roboticist and prime stockholder in several large companies) after she divorced her father (
). Her mother used to visit her every month of so (tense, nervous affairs that Reva was too lonely not to look forward to, yet felt all too glad to see it end), but the visits dropped off after she married her stepfather (a well-known, respected NASA researcher). Her mother eventually died in mysterious circumstances involving three cats, a dog, and a hologram machine. Her stepfather visited for a few years, but he's lately become too busy to devote much more than a few minutes at a time to her over the internet. Reva spends most of her days tinkering with machinery, reading (though she's already read most of her prodigious collection), and surfing the web, chatting with various friends she's made on the internet and buying random knickknacks, most of which she immediately tosses into the Other Room as soon as it arrives.
Parent/sibling/other guardian name(s): Her stepfather, Julius, Jules, or "Jul".
Hobbies: Collecting medieval weaponry, collecting glass figurines, doing !!Science!!, reading science fiction novels
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Your favorite aspect of Homestuck: ... I'm... supposed to have a favorite? ._.
Pesterchum username and color: crackedChronology, #708090
(slate grey)Your name is REVA DURAND.
Fucking HELL do you love MEDIEVAL WEAPONRY.
You have an entire wall upon which your COLLECTION OF ARCHAIC ARMAMENTS are displayed, meticulously arranged and labeled. You have a tendency toward STRANGE METHODS OF ORGANIZATION, however, and the ASSORTMENT OF ANTIQUATED MARTIAL ACCOUTREMENTS, while correctly labeled, are arranged not by type or rarity or chronology or alphabet, but by the most-esteemed qualities of SHARPNESS, POINTINESS, and SHININESS. Your most prized OUTDATED TOOL OF WAR is a genuine 17th-century Swiss ceremonial halberd, evaluated by four separate, unrelated experts in such arms and pronounced the “real deal” by all of them. It occupies a special place on your WALL OF FEUDAL PEACEMAKING ARTIFACTS, safely ensconced within a CUSTOM-ORDERED, SELF-DESIGNED, BUILT-IT-YOURSELF HI-TECH SAFE incorporating only the latest and indeed even later scientific innovations and advancements.
Which brings us to one of your other hobbies: CUTTING-EDGE TECHNOLOGY. You have a KEEN INTEREST IN SCIENCE FICTION, revelling in the creative depictions such authors have painted of the world beyond tomorrow. You also have a SECRET ATTRACTION TO EXTRATERRESTRIAL CREATURES OF A PSIONIC BENT, which you find yourself DEEPLY EMBARRASSED BY. In any case, you fancy yourself a bit of a MAD SCIENTIST, a notion supported by the GENIUS LEVEL OF INTELLECT you possess that has allowed you to replicate many of those technological marvels that previously existed only in their creator’s imaginations, in spirit, if not in exact form. That HI-TECH SAFE is water-proof, fire-proof, laser-proof, explosion-proof, pack-of-rabid-dogs-proof; it has so many SAFEGUARDS against the MOST OBSCURE OF THREATS even the most paranoid person in in existence would feel perfectly secure while inside.
Unfortunately, while you can easily bypass most of them, you’re afraid that, in a PERFECTLY-UNDERSTANDABLE FIT OF ABSENTMINDEDNESS (you are a MAD GENIUS, after all), you seem to have misplaced the three keys you need in order to open the final locks. You’re pretty sure one of them is either somewhere in the ADVANCED HOLOGRAPHIC SHOWCASE in the corner of your room, containing various DELICATE GLASS FIGURINES, mostly of MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES OF HYBRID ANATOMY such as dragons and chimeras, or in the MASSIVE AND CHAOTIC PILE OF LITERATURE in front of your bookcase, which you cleared out earlier this week so you could UPGRADE it into SOMETHING MORE SUITABLY FUTURISTIC but you haven’t gotten around to actually doing that yet, and you think the second is in your freezer for some reason, but fuck if you know where the last one is. You doubt it’ll be very important at this point in time, though. Your precious halberd is just fine exactly where it is, and it’s not like you plan on using it in the near-future. Or, y’know, showing it off to anyone. This is because you happen to live alone, on top of a mountain, in the middle of a forest, and at the bottom of the priority rating for any and all cable companies. Luckily, you’ve managed to jury-rig your own connection using your VASTLY-SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE, because the only HUMAN CONTACT you’ve had for years has been through electronics. Thinking about that often makes you feel VERY SAD and LONELY and OTHERWISE DEPRESSED.
You have no time to feel depressed now, though! You’re too excited about the copy of the AWESOME NEW GAME that finally arrived in the mail today, the one your TERRIBLE-NO-GOOD-VERY-BAD INTERNET FRIENDS have been simultaneously telling you about and bragging about having for weeks. Time to go check it out!
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