Well after throwing someone off a cliff things went downhill pretty fast for her. From there she manipulated Aradia’s boyfriend to kill her (she deserved it! After bringing up all those ghosts of dead trolls to haunt her…) and then when Terezi ousted her cheating to another player (that resulted in Vriska losing an arm and her seven eyes) she used Tavros’s powers to commune with animals to guide Terezi’s unborn lusii to command Terezi to stare into the Alternian sun and consequently blinding her. Vriska acts on impulse and without hesitation, as her aforementioned actions confirm. She tends to jump the gun in situations and doesn’t think of the consequences of what her actions may bring. If anything bad ever happens she just happens to blame it on her “bad luck” and won’t even think to wonder if there are any other reasons as to why certain things happen to her (such as stepping on the dice littered about in her room; this wouldn’t happen if she just tidied up a bit, but no. It’s her confounded bad luck!). She also hates being ignored – to her any attention is better than no attention, whether it be good or bad. Even if everyone hates her she’d rather have their spite than have nothing at all. Being alone and unnoticed is a great fear for Vriska and one she wants to completely vanquish. On the flip side she is paranoid as well. “What are they saying? Are they talking about her? What are they planning? I need to know I MUST KNOW! They’ll never outsmart me I won’t let them!” And so on and so forth…
Yet Vriska isn’t totally lost to her sociopathic mentality. There are times (as few as they may be) where she feels guilt and a little remorse for the things she’s done. The only problem is that while she may feel these things (sincere as they may be) no one else would believe her if she said so. Why? Well because she’s also a lying bitch. When she isn’t spouting off about her GR8TNESS she’s almost always lying about one thing or another. It’s naturally for her to deny anything that contradicts her own ideas and what she believes about herself, truth or not. She walks the walk and talks the talk to a capital T and she’ll forever deny anything that opposes her own ‘truth’ even when she herself knows it’s true. Admitting that she was wrong is a weakness and a kind of defeat and Vriska is not someone who admits to defeat or weakness. Nope, not ever. Never ever.
She’d faster throw a tantrum than bend for anyone else. Everyone else must bend to HER will. Naturally, no one in their right mind who knows Vriska well enough would do this. This is where Vriska uses her abilities to manipulate people through her mind control to get what she wants. It’s really the only way she CAN make people do what she wants, but there’s a kick. Only those of weak minds are susceptible to her abilities which leaves out the most infuriating people (to her) unaffected by her powers. One such troll is Terezi Pyrope. Even after being blinded by her it seems that Terezi’s abilities to push people into what she wants have only tripled in size and it only furthers Vriska’s anger and jealously. Yes, that’s right, she is terribly, green-in the face jealous of Terezi. She doesn’t understand it and what Vriska doesn’t understand only continues to fuel her anger which pushes her to manipulate more which makes others despise her more which increases her paranoia which… yeah. In the end it just becomes one big vicious cycle that she just can’t seem to break out of.
Reiterating one of my earlier points, Vriska does indeed feel remorse, not for various actions she has committed in the past, but for herself. One such example is killing off Tavros- in her mind she had tried so hard to help him be stronger so that he stood a chance in their society (yet always failing to even come CLOSE to her expectations) that when he finally decided to ‘man up’ and come at her she killed him out of anger. Later she feels bad for this, feeling bad for herself as well for being so ‘messed up’ because of the society she grew up in. Vriska isn’t a bad troll, but good intentions pave the way to Hell and that is what she did. In her own strange way her plan to go and fight Jack Noir, despite knowing that it is a suicide mission, is her way of ‘protecting’ her friends.
First Person:Here is a thread from my musebox with an Eridan! If you need more please let me know.
Third Person: [ooc; This is an RP sample set in theposthumans.]
After watching the hologram of the weary-looking human explain to her that she was essentially tagged (as if she were some sort of damn experimental furbeast) Vriska took it upon herself to explore her surroundings and fully assess the situation. Luckily (of course), she had woken up with her glasses tucked into the pocket of her pants (it had taken her a few moments to locate them, what with being supremely disoriented by her sudden dislocation). It would have sucked being suddenly thrown into a new place and having not been able to see past a few feet in front of her nose.
This is such bullshit, she thought to herself as she pushed back hair from her face and frowned. Or at least she tried to before she remembered the forming bruise on the side of her face. It was most likely completely blue and swollen by now, ugh! She probably looked like a complete mess, but whatever. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Kicking around a few boxes causes a lot of junk to fall out, with things that she felt she wouldn’t need because she’s Vriska fucking Serket - although that technical device looked handy.
Moving through the halls with one hand dragging along the wall she was on full alert. How was she so sure this wasn’t still the Veil? It was dark and grimy enough… and yet Vriska knew it wasn’t. Something about this place (beyond the holograph of the weary, old man telling her this wasn’t “home”) just screamed alien. As alien as the pink, wriggling humans. But this place was just another level she had to overcome. That was how she had to look at it, just another land to explore and exploit and conquer along with all the others before it. Of course she couldn’t just dilly dally around and gather up all the loot this barren wasteland had to offer- she still had to go and fight Jack Noir!
Vriska stopped then, hand still on the wall and now successfully covered in dust and dirt and whatever else was on there. She had to go and fight Jack… She knew she had to; there was no other way around it. Not from the way she saw it, no. Even if it was a suicide mission… No! She couldn’t think like that, psyching herself out with all those weak-y weak notions! Thinking like that would only bring her down and there was no way she’d allow that. She couldn’t afford it, not now. Lifting her other (clean) hand she pressed it to the emblem on her hoodie and inhaled deeply. Her fingers clutched at the cloth as she closed her eyes. Everything was good, everything was gr8. Just like her. She was great and she could do this no matter what. Even if, deep (deep deep deep deep deep deep deep) down she felt a little (so tiny, hardly noticeable) twinge of fear-
She still had this. Nothing would stop her from facing Jack and putting him through the worst Hell he’d ever get (from her) from anyone. That was a fact.
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Yet Vriska isn’t totally lost to her sociopathic mentality. There are times (as few as they may be) where she feels guilt and a little remorse for the things she’s done. The only problem is that while she may feel these things (sincere as they may be) no one else would believe her if she said so. Why? Well because she’s also a lying bitch. When she isn’t spouting off about her GR8TNESS she’s almost always lying about one thing or another. It’s naturally for her to deny anything that contradicts her own ideas and what she believes about herself, truth or not. She walks the walk and talks the talk to a capital T and she’ll forever deny anything that opposes her own ‘truth’ even when she herself knows it’s true. Admitting that she was wrong is a weakness and a kind of defeat and Vriska is not someone who admits to defeat or weakness. Nope, not ever. Never ever.
She’d faster throw a tantrum than bend for anyone else. Everyone else must bend to HER will. Naturally, no one in their right mind who knows Vriska well enough would do this. This is where Vriska uses her abilities to manipulate people through her mind control to get what she wants. It’s really the only way she CAN make people do what she wants, but there’s a kick. Only those of weak minds are susceptible to her abilities which leaves out the most infuriating people (to her) unaffected by her powers. One such troll is Terezi Pyrope. Even after being blinded by her it seems that Terezi’s abilities to push people into what she wants have only tripled in size and it only furthers Vriska’s anger and jealously. Yes, that’s right, she is terribly, green-in the face jealous of Terezi. She doesn’t understand it and what Vriska doesn’t understand only continues to fuel her anger which pushes her to manipulate more which makes others despise her more which increases her paranoia which… yeah. In the end it just becomes one big vicious cycle that she just can’t seem to break out of.
Reiterating one of my earlier points, Vriska does indeed feel remorse, not for various actions she has committed in the past, but for herself. One such example is killing off Tavros- in her mind she had tried so hard to help him be stronger so that he stood a chance in their society (yet always failing to even come CLOSE to her expectations) that when he finally decided to ‘man up’ and come at her she killed him out of anger. Later she feels bad for this, feeling bad for herself as well for being so ‘messed up’ because of the society she grew up in. Vriska isn’t a bad troll, but good intentions pave the way to Hell and that is what she did. In her own strange way her plan to go and fight Jack Noir, despite knowing that it is a suicide mission, is her way of ‘protecting’ her friends.
First Person: Here is a thread from my musebox with an Eridan! If you need more please let me know.
Third Person:
[ooc; This is an RP sample set in
After watching the hologram of the weary-looking human explain to her that she was essentially tagged (as if she were some sort of damn experimental furbeast) Vriska took it upon herself to explore her surroundings and fully assess the situation. Luckily (of course), she had woken up with her glasses tucked into the pocket of her pants (it had taken her a few moments to locate them, what with being supremely disoriented by her sudden dislocation). It would have sucked being suddenly thrown into a new place and having not been able to see past a few feet in front of her nose.
This is such bullshit, she thought to herself as she pushed back hair from her face and frowned. Or at least she tried to before she remembered the forming bruise on the side of her face. It was most likely completely blue and swollen by now, ugh! She probably looked like a complete mess, but whatever. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Kicking around a few boxes causes a lot of junk to fall out, with things that she felt she wouldn’t need because she’s Vriska fucking Serket - although that technical device looked handy.
Moving through the halls with one hand dragging along the wall she was on full alert. How was she so sure this wasn’t still the Veil? It was dark and grimy enough… and yet Vriska knew it wasn’t. Something about this place (beyond the holograph of the weary, old man telling her this wasn’t “home”) just screamed alien. As alien as the pink, wriggling humans. But this place was just another level she had to overcome. That was how she had to look at it, just another land to explore and exploit and conquer along with all the others before it. Of course she couldn’t just dilly dally around and gather up all the loot this barren wasteland had to offer- she still had to go and fight Jack Noir!
Vriska stopped then, hand still on the wall and now successfully covered in dust and dirt and whatever else was on there. She had to go and fight Jack… She knew she had to; there was no other way around it. Not from the way she saw it, no. Even if it was a suicide mission… No! She couldn’t think like that, psyching herself out with all those weak-y weak notions! Thinking like that would only bring her down and there was no way she’d allow that. She couldn’t afford it, not now. Lifting her other (clean) hand she pressed it to the emblem on her hoodie and inhaled deeply. Her fingers clutched at the cloth as she closed her eyes. Everything was good, everything was gr8. Just like her. She was great and she could do this no matter what. Even if, deep (deep deep deep deep deep deep deep) down she felt a little (so tiny, hardly noticeable) twinge of fear-
She still had this. Nothing would stop her from facing Jack and putting him through the worst Hell he’d ever get (from her) from anyone. That was a fact.