PLAYER Name: Second Age: 29 Personal Journal: second E-mail: hand AIM/MSN/etc: act
CHARACTER Name: Bro Strider Canon: Homestuck Age: Early 30s Timeline: directly post death If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Bro Strider has nothing to do with Jake English. He has no reason to speak to him or care about him.
Personality: Bro Strider is...a little eccentric, to say the least. For example, he's just as apt to spend three hours discussing the fear of death and why bank rates across the world are on the rise as he is to take apart and rebuild everything in the kitchen 'just for kicks'. He makes his living selling puppet porn on the internet. He maintains that you're never too old to enjoy some of life's simpler pleasures; such as how nice a well-cooled blade is in the morning, or the laughter of a cartoon pony on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Or maybe he's just being ironic. To be sure, the impression that he strives to present to the world at large is one of a Very Cool Dude. From his confident grin to his over-the-top anime shades, he seems to have been crafted out of Cool Itself. If there is an essence of Cool, Bro Strider has discovered it and drinks from it daily. At least, he'd like you to think so. Fortunately, if you don't, he doesn't really care; he knows what he's about; that is, most of the time. The rest of the time he's busy figuring out the best way to make it look like he did know what he was about, and he in fact planned all of this from the beginning, and how could you have ever thought otherwise?
He's very, very good at pulling that off.
Underneath that Cool Guy exterior is a dude who is kinder than he should be to a world that's taught him not to trust it. Though he's always encouraged his kid brother to keep the rest of humanity at a distance, Bro tends to maintain a watchful eye on the people around him and is quick to step in if something isn't going the way it should. He's not afraid to speak up when he feels there's something that needs to be said. It's one of the reasons he's quick to take the lead in any given situation, regardless of whether or not he actually knows what he's doing. Fortunately, there's a wily intelligence behind those pointed shades. A quick thinker, Bro is usually pretty good at working his way out of almost any situation that he's gotten himself into. Unfortunately, he's rarely concerned with his own physical well-being when it comes to escaping the circumstances, so while it's almost completely assured that everyone else will come out of things intact, it's also probably pretty positive that he...won't. He's not a martyr by any means; he just knows that he's capable of surviving more than most people can handle. There's a myriad of scars crossing his torso that are a testimony to his 'carelessness' in the past, and he's not afraid to add a few more lessons to his skin.
In a more casual, day-to-day setting, Bro's pretty friendly, at least on the surface. He might never invite you home for dinner, but he'll be more than happy to hang at the local coffee shop for a few hours and play cards while discussing politics, or chat up your favorite books over an intense game of chess. He spends just as much time honing his mind as he does honing his body, and sometimes the best whetstone you can have is someone else's wit.
Having been a loner from a very early age, Bro very rarely has any concept of what is socially acceptable. He doesn't sugar-coat things, because he doesn't know how to. He rarely dances around topics, because the concept of not saying what you mean is asinine. His straightforward approach when it comes to conversation is probably one of the reasons it's so hard for him to convey emotions of any sort. Emotions usually turn into One Big Awkward, and are probably one of the only topics of discussion Bro Strider will be nearly close-lipped on.
The list of people Bro legitimately calls 'friend' can be counted on one hand. Having spent most of his life immersed in ensuring the well-being of someone else means that he never gave himself much time to give a shit about learn how to trust someone. Most people are held at arms-length. It's not that he doesn't know how to make friends, but keeping them is something else entirely. There are few people that he's actually bothered to fight to keep in his life. The rest he leaves to their own devices, figuring that if they want to stick around, they'll learn to keep up. Bro has spent a long time learning how to not make attachments, and that isn't going to change anytime soon.
Abilities: Bro is a fairly typical human, with above-average strength and reflexes, though that's mostly because he's spent a good portion of his life training. The only ability that he's got that isn't inherently due to rigorous training is the ability to 'flash-step' almost ninja-like from one point to another, so fast that he sometimes appears out of sync with reality when fighting.
Third Person: The wires were a tangled mess and Bro was right in the middle of it, cords draped over his bare shoulders and pooling around his crossed legs on the floor. "Ain't nothin' about this that should be difficult," he grumbled under his breath, frustration bringing out the Texan in him and making his voice twang. With a sigh, he dropped the coppery ends that he'd been holding and began the tedious task of extracting himself from the nightmarish tangle. "I mean, it's not like I'm askin' for much. Just to be able to up the RPMs on the blender."
Tugging at the brim of his hat, he shook his head at the disarray of electronics. The blender in question had its front panel removed, and several of the thicker cords were wired into it. With a scowl, Bro scuffed his foot across the discarded panel. "Honestly. The way they've got it wired right now makes no fuckin' sense." He shook his head. "Ah, well. Fuck it." Another sigh, and he shifted, moving to clean up the mess. Today, 'cleaning up' meant shoving most of the wiring in the linen closet, just under a stack of towels. Keep the kid on his toes, Bro thought almost smugly as he closed the closet.
It had been tempting to whip out the smuppets and set up some sort of nerd bukkake photoshoot (fuck knew it had been a minute since he'd had some original stuff on the site), but it was nearing the time for Dave to be home; and, well, it was one thing to leave smuppets lying around and it was quite another thing to have the kid walk in on filming. Instead, the hand-stitched puppets remained where they'd been for the past few days: huddled together in the attic. He was making a couple new ones, and he was holding off on making a new set for the site, waiting until he'd completed some new 'models' and could make a big thing out of it. It was to one of those projects he returned now, picking up the colorful piece of craftsmanship and letting his fingers wander over its shape before he reached for the needle and thread he'd left sitting on the coffee table when he'd put it aside the first time.
[CANON] Bro Strider | Homestuck | No Reserve | 1 of 1
Name: Second
Age: 29
Personal Journal: second
E-mail: hand
AIM/MSN/etc: act
CHARACTER
Name: Bro Strider
Canon: Homestuck
Age: Early 30s
Timeline: directly post death
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: Bro Strider has nothing to do with Jake English. He has no reason to speak to him or care about him.
Personality: Bro Strider is...a little eccentric, to say the least. For example, he's just as apt to spend three hours discussing the fear of death and why bank rates across the world are on the rise as he is to take apart and rebuild everything in the kitchen 'just for kicks'. He makes his living selling puppet porn on the internet. He maintains that you're never too old to enjoy some of life's simpler pleasures; such as how nice a well-cooled blade is in the morning, or the laughter of a cartoon pony on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Or maybe he's just being ironic. To be sure, the impression that he strives to present to the world at large is one of a Very Cool Dude. From his confident grin to his over-the-top anime shades, he seems to have been crafted out of Cool Itself. If there is an essence of Cool, Bro Strider has discovered it and drinks from it daily. At least, he'd like you to think so. Fortunately, if you don't, he doesn't really care; he knows what he's about; that is, most of the time. The rest of the time he's busy figuring out the best way to make it look like he did know what he was about, and he in fact planned all of this from the beginning, and how could you have ever thought otherwise?
He's very, very good at pulling that off.
Underneath that Cool Guy exterior is a dude who is kinder than he should be to a world that's taught him not to trust it. Though he's always encouraged his kid brother to keep the rest of humanity at a distance, Bro tends to maintain a watchful eye on the people around him and is quick to step in if something isn't going the way it should. He's not afraid to speak up when he feels there's something that needs to be said. It's one of the reasons he's quick to take the lead in any given situation, regardless of whether or not he actually knows what he's doing. Fortunately, there's a wily intelligence behind those pointed shades. A quick thinker, Bro is usually pretty good at working his way out of almost any situation that he's gotten himself into. Unfortunately, he's rarely concerned with his own physical well-being when it comes to escaping the circumstances, so while it's almost completely assured that everyone else will come out of things intact, it's also probably pretty positive that he...won't. He's not a martyr by any means; he just knows that he's capable of surviving more than most people can handle. There's a myriad of scars crossing his torso that are a testimony to his 'carelessness' in the past, and he's not afraid to add a few more lessons to his skin.
In a more casual, day-to-day setting, Bro's pretty friendly, at least on the surface. He might never invite you home for dinner, but he'll be more than happy to hang at the local coffee shop for a few hours and play cards while discussing politics, or chat up your favorite books over an intense game of chess. He spends just as much time honing his mind as he does honing his body, and sometimes the best whetstone you can have is someone else's wit.
Having been a loner from a very early age, Bro very rarely has any concept of what is socially acceptable. He doesn't sugar-coat things, because he doesn't know how to. He rarely dances around topics, because the concept of not saying what you mean is asinine. His straightforward approach when it comes to conversation is probably one of the reasons it's so hard for him to convey emotions of any sort. Emotions usually turn into One Big Awkward, and are probably one of the only topics of discussion Bro Strider will be nearly close-lipped on.
The list of people Bro legitimately calls 'friend' can be counted on one hand. Having spent most of his life immersed in ensuring the well-being of someone else means that he never gave himself much time to
give a shit aboutlearn how to trust someone. Most people are held at arms-length. It's not that he doesn't know how to make friends, but keeping them is something else entirely. There are few people that he's actually bothered to fight to keep in his life. The rest he leaves to their own devices, figuring that if they want to stick around, they'll learn to keep up. Bro has spent a long time learning how to not make attachments, and that isn't going to change anytime soon.Background: Bro Strider on the MSPA Wiki.
Abilities: Bro is a fairly typical human, with above-average strength and reflexes, though that's mostly because he's spent a good portion of his life training. The only ability that he's got that isn't inherently due to rigorous training is the ability to 'flash-step' almost ninja-like from one point to another, so fast that he sometimes appears out of sync with reality when fighting.
First Person: Bro Strider at the Box's test drive meme. (Sorry I'm just super proud of this)
Third Person: The wires were a tangled mess and Bro was right in the middle of it, cords draped over his bare shoulders and pooling around his crossed legs on the floor. "Ain't nothin' about this that should be difficult," he grumbled under his breath, frustration bringing out the Texan in him and making his voice twang. With a sigh, he dropped the coppery ends that he'd been holding and began the tedious task of extracting himself from the nightmarish tangle. "I mean, it's not like I'm askin' for much. Just to be able to up the RPMs on the blender."
Tugging at the brim of his hat, he shook his head at the disarray of electronics. The blender in question had its front panel removed, and several of the thicker cords were wired into it. With a scowl, Bro scuffed his foot across the discarded panel. "Honestly. The way they've got it wired right now makes no fuckin' sense." He shook his head. "Ah, well. Fuck it." Another sigh, and he shifted, moving to clean up the mess. Today, 'cleaning up' meant shoving most of the wiring in the linen closet, just under a stack of towels. Keep the kid on his toes, Bro thought almost smugly as he closed the closet.
It had been tempting to whip out the smuppets and set up some sort of nerd bukkake photoshoot (fuck knew it had been a minute since he'd had some original stuff on the site), but it was nearing the time for Dave to be home; and, well, it was one thing to leave smuppets lying around and it was quite another thing to have the kid walk in on filming. Instead, the hand-stitched puppets remained where they'd been for the past few days: huddled together in the attic. He was making a couple new ones, and he was holding off on making a new set for the site, waiting until he'd completed some new 'models' and could make a big thing out of it. It was to one of those projects he returned now, picking up the colorful piece of craftsmanship and letting his fingers wander over its shape before he reached for the needle and thread he'd left sitting on the coffee table when he'd put it aside the first time.
Perched on the futon, he went to work.